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brights-place · 9 months

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hey heyyy! is it okay if I ask for seperate HCs for the creek (+ BroZone if it's not too too much ^^') seeing fem!reader when she is panicking (generally having trouble breathing, overthinking and not being able to ground herself at all) and comforting her when she needs it most, even when she feels really insecure and as if she could never even be tolerated at all? like, what they would say, how would they comfort her, stuff like that! (i'm extremely sorry that this is really REALLY specific hdjgjfjg)

Brozone comforting their S/O

Pairings: Brozone X Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: mentions of panic attacks, Fluff, mild cursing, Angst???

A/N: don’t apologize and I'm sorry if it's short I'm currently having to make sure my grandma is alright while I'm writing this! Plus your request gives me an clearer view on how I should write it <33 anyways! I’ll upload the creek Headcannons after this! even though I hate that little shit...

John Dory

- When he called out for you to get back in Rhonda to head to your next destination he saw your freaked out and shaking figure - Rushed towards you quickly and cupped your face trying to get your attention - He felt heart broken seeing you like this - He snapped his fingers in front of your face gaining your attention as he called out to you - He was worried as he tried to soothe you while texting the brozone group chat for advice which all of them gave him advice for having to make you feel better - I'd say he finds some emotions difficult to deal with so he'd just seek for help from his brothers - He ran inside grabbing you an cup of water and offering it to you quickly - It was always hard for JD to watch their partner suffer like this - He held your hand in his trying his hardest to comfort you - Even if you couldn't hear him, JD knew just being by your side could help you

- Your panic attack wasn't something he could solve since he didn't exactly know what to do because he was alone for most of his life, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try help you - He brought you close and rubbed your back trying to be as supportive as possible. - He told you comforting words and held you close telling you everything would be okay, and he wasn't going anywhere "7.5 billion smiles in the world and yours shines the brightest in my eyes (name) do don't you dare say that about yourself"

- He's corny but lovable and you could cry and hug him tighter - As you gain control of your breaths, he stayed by your side, giving you all of the peace and comfort he could muster.

Spruce/Bruce

- Oh He'd know your freaked out face before you change it back into your smile and left before quickly having an panic attack in the kitchen -He kept reassuring you that it would be okay even if you needed to cry. - Rubbed your back affectionately, trying to instill some sense of comfort.

- He cradled your head to his chest, soothing you with calming words and gentle caresses.

- His voice always seems to calm down any storm and relax your mind - His touch makes you feel safe like nothing can reach you when he's nearby. - The way he wipes away your tears with a gentle caress and warm embrace. - The soothing words he always has to make your troubles seem small which somehow works for you "You are everything I think about everything I need, everything I want My love please don't think negatively."

- The way he wraps his arms around you when he holds you close. It always feels comforting but also strong as he loves and cares for you. - The trust you feel in his words and actions. Your trust feels like a weight lifted off of your shoulders. You don't need to worry about anything when he holds you close. - The reassurance he always gives you. He knows just what words to say to make you feel loved and cared for he'd stay beside you and make sure your fine which helped.

Clay

- You know how you comforted him when he was having his own panic attack? he'd do the same shit back for you! - You were his shoulder to lean on for that moment so he'll be yours when he saw you get to overwhelmed with some pieces of work which caused you to get stressed. - Cups your face and give words of affirmations and tell you that your safe with him (VEUABUVWBRSA BEST BOYFRIEND) - Makes sure you don't feel lonely so he'd hug you tightly and show affection - would try lighten up the mood and tell you some stories from his sad book club even though your both in it. - You know how I said You are literally everything to him? same goes for you as you both are each others shoulder to lean on when you two ever feel down and right now he knew you needed him - Sits down brings out your comfort item or an safety blanket for you and sits beside you until you are ready to talk - He Can't really look you in the eyes while he hears you vent and rant to him thinking of what to say - Would then say the most comforting shit and loving words to you without knowing making you stare at him eyes whining in awe and with abit of tears growing... - This man is in an sad book club AN SAD BOOK CLUB! SO he would hug - "My love for you (name) is past the mind, beyond my heart, and into my soul" literally staring at him as you hug him tighter - You two soon rest in each others arms sitting their relaxed your mind clear from the struggles knowing that clay has his words with you.

Floyd

- You were out at an party and you staretd to feel overwhelemed with the crowd of people and loud noises and feeling like everybody was watching you - Due to being the sensitive one of the group he recognized your state earlier before you even knew you were having an panic attack - Took you to the side to comfort you from the loudness - put you in an empty room and sat you don handing you an weighted blanket (LIKE THE SWEETIE HE IS!) - You know how I stated he'd listen to your stories and hobbies he'd listen to your vents and rants about what was happening - He understands emotions so well so if you wanted to vent or rant to him he would listen combing his hands through your hair as you ranted/vented about things. - Once your done he'd wait to see if it's alright for him to speak

- Tell you the sweetest things while cupping your teary eyed shaking form as you tell him how you think you weren't enough and taking him away from the party cause you were to overwhelmed which would make him frown - He's now gonna bombard you with compliments and affection he'd smile and move hair out of your face "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you (name)" - You start crying even more and hug him tightly

- Would be beside you the whole time holding your hand as you tell him everything or sit in silence whichever one you would prefer. - He's sensitive and understand what you mean and feel forever - Hands on your waist as he make sure you feel safe around his arms

- He'd wait beside you and care for you no matter how long it takes.

Branch

- He'd exactly know how you felt when he saw your figure shaking as you knocked on his bunker door frantically sobbing your eyes out - wants to his best to make sure you’re feeling alright and okay around him I mean he's your boyfriend why wouldn't he do that? - hugged you and sat you on his couch placing an weighted blanket around you to comfort you

- He may not be good at comforting you at first but he's fucking good at make sure you relax and that his bunker is an safe space for you

- Even if he finds it difficult to show affection he knows you need him so he'd do his best to push the boundary for himself - Hugs and patting your head awkwardly - Even if he's sarcastic and not knowing what to do first he'd soon know exactly what to do

- Tells you exactly what you want to hear. You feel insecure he'd say the sweetest things feel like your not good enough he'd praise and prove you wrong since he's your partner and cares for your deeply - "I like it when you smile but I love it even more when I'm the reason" Branch mutters cupping your face as you sniffle telling him it's corny which he 100% knew it was but he liked how you smiled up at him - He'd tell you the things he wanted to be told before he started dating you and was by himself having his panic attacks or was left by himself with his thoughts. - Rubs your back and enters the blanket burrito to cuddle with you as you two just watch your comfort shows/movies or just sit down cuddling and listening to your favorite music artists.

- He would do something stupid even if it embarrasses him just to have you laugh around him - Would chuckled when seeing your e/c eyes light up every time he succeeds on making you feel better - This man has things to keep you out of your mind and make you feel better the best he can which works successfully

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totheblood · 2 years

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jealous!ellie headcanons

a/n: these are modern headcanons sooooo... and this isn't jealous gf ellie, this is pining loser lesbian ellie... lol also super inspired by the talented @rxllingstones and @whore-era after reading their amazing fics tonight... pls go read them.. and for u fiends... there is ai audios at the bottom... more uploaded on sc bc tumblr hates me

ellie is incredibly hard to read

or at least that's what she tells herself

it's almost written all over her face how much she hates the people you date when she's in a five-foot radius of them

she tells herself she doesn't care (she's lying) but she can't ignore how her grip tightens when she sees you lip-locking some loser you met at a party

but she always finds herself at your side, pulling you away from them and back into the corner with her

"hey there, pretty girl. having fun?"

"i was until you cock-blocked me."

"there wasn't much to block... i heard his dick's small."

but the curse of having feelings for you was that you were always dating someone

it always comes up when the group goes out to dinner and the topic of who you're dating comes up

like it does every week...

"i actually really like him for you" dina shares, a genuine smile on her face

"yeah, dude's cool" jesse agrees, slinging his arm around dina in the booth

and then all the attention is on ellie as you stare at her with your wide eyes waiting for her approval

"what? you know you're not going to like what i have to say." she says taking a sip of her dr. pepper

yes ellie drinks dr. pepper

"cause you hate everyone i date!" you reply, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout

it was clear you were slightly tipsy but your face still made ellie smile

"yeah, cause you only date fucking losers." she would say smile on her face but anger blooming inside

ellie tries to be mature but she can't help herself

what makes it worse is that you really do date literally everyone except for her

so she doesn't really make an effort to be nice to the people you introduce her to

one time the same guy came around twice and all ellie could say was "oh it's this fucking guy again! hey man, glad to see you made it to a second date."

you scolded her after

but in her defense, you really are with someone new each week

until it's been three weeks and you're still dating the same girl

and ellie is a fucking mess

you started inviting her out to group hang outs and smoke sessions so ellie just stops showing up

she doesn't like the way it feels when her stomach flips upside down at the sight of you sitting on her lap, a beer in your hands

so she decides to opt-out, get high alone and avoid seeing you as much as possible

but it's short lived because your drunk ass is banging on her door

"ellie, let me in!" you yell over the tv playing from inside her dorm room. "i hear you watching shark tank!"

reluctantly, she gets up and opens the door for you

"can i help you?"

"yeah you can fucking help me. you can help me by telling me why you've been MIA for the last few parties. i miss you." you don't miss a beat and are already storming past her and sitting on her unmade bed

"you miss me? does arcadia know about that? you missing me?"

"is this seriously about you not liking another partner of mine? seriously ellie? grow up. you're supposed to be my friend and support me but you have done any of that?" it was obvious you had been hanging onto that for a while

she'd laugh but upon seeing your stone cold face her anger would rise

"oh, you're fucking serious. are you really that blind? you really think i want to be your fucking friend? i mean, my god i couldn't have made it clearer for you. i like you! like actually like you, like i want it to be my lap that you sit in. not hers. every person you have ever dated i have wished was me! but nooo, you just don't seem to notice."

she doesn't even realize it but she's shaking

she's actually just confessed her three year crush on you without even thinking about it

"ellie..." you begin, a worried look all over your face

"no, i don't really have it in me to get rejected by you tonight so please just go." she cuts you off, unable to meet your eyes

but then you're there next to her holding her shaking hand

"i'm not rejecting you, ellie." you whisper

"you're not? what about your little girlfriend."

"this might be absolutely toxic of me to say but... she's not you." you giggle

"you're absolutely right it's fucking toxic to say that…. but it's also EXTREMELY fucking hot."

ai audios:

extra ai audios:

there wasn't much to block..

oh, it's this fucking guy again!

oh you miss me?

you're not? what about your little girlfriend

you're right it's toxic to say that...

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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channieismyboy · 1 year

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rainy days - b.c

{bang chan x gn!reader}

genre: comfort, angst and fluff at the end - masterlist

synopsis: chan surprises you on a rainy day, but he never expected to find you crying in your bed alone. wc: 0.6k

warnings: mentions of anxiety and crying, reader is going through a hard time, chan comforts the reader gently, the reason of why the ready is crying isn't specified.

an: this a bit self-indulgent. with everything that has been going on, i needed an escape. i hope this helps you have some reassurance as well, stay safe

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you don't want to leave your bed. you physically cannot handle leaving your current position; curled up on your right side, and staring at the gray sky beyond your window. you haven't moved since the morning, the rain has woken you up, and the storm is still going strong. every now and then, flashes of lighting and crashing sounds of thunder gain your attention. there are days where you can't leave your room, choosing to deal with your emotions by yourself. it is however, these moments when you need someone, you need chan.

chan is worried. he's staring at the unread messages he sent you. with each passing hour of you not answering, his concerns deepen. after hours of being on delivered, he decides enough is enough, he's going to check up on you, to see if you're okay.

he rushes to get ready as quickly as possible, turning off his computer with his latest demo, making sure to save the beginnings of his work fast. he runs out in the rain, gets in his car, and speeds towards your apartment. his mind is filling up with various thoughts of what may be going on. he calls you non stop on the road, yet it always leads to voicemail.

chan arrives at your apartment, and unlocks your door with your shared keys. "y/n! where are you?"

you hear your loving boyfriend's cries, but you don't answer. you're focused on something else. chan sees that you're not in the living room, you must be in the bedroom then. he opens the door to your room, and he's met with your curled up form. you're shaking and muffled cries leave your form, you glance back at him. you meet his eyes, and see how distressed your poor and caring boyfriend is.

the moment chan sees your pained face, his heart feels like it's shattering into pieces. "oh baby, why are you crying?" he says, his voice is small, and full of concern.

it's always that simple question that makes the tears flood. you sit up, you try to explain your sadness, yet you fail to do so. chan knows that you won't be able to explain. so he sits beside you, and takes you into his arms. his hand grazes your back gently.

"it's going to be okay. i'm here now y/n, there's no need to worry sweetheart." chan says, now his hand is caressing your hair.

he continues his thoughts, "when you're ready to tell me what's wrong, i'll be right here. that's what i'm here for, so please don't hold back. i hate to see your gorgeous face in such sadness."

you lay in his grasp for the next few minutes, as you quietly sob into his hoodie. after the passing minutes go by, you focus on the senses around you. the warmth of chan's body, the gentle head pats he's giving you, the faint smell of cologne, and the sounds of rainfall in the background; you begin to feel at peace. your cries swell down, and you look at chan directly.

he looks into your face, you see him staring into your swollen eyes. he lets out a laugh under his breath, "your eyes are puffy,".

seeing a smile on his face is contagious, since you find yourself smiling back at the loving man in front of you. "shut up, i know."

"it's adorable, don’t stop"

please do not repost, translate, or upload any of my works and posts on other websites and accounts without my permission, and any credit given to me.

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diazsdimples · 7 months

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Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley who's just uploaded her first smut fic!!! Go check it out!

I really did say "fuck it" today and started a new wip. Don't look at me. This one is forecast to be short and sweet though so check back with me in a couple of days when it's over 10k and consuming my life!

Buck wasn’t moping. Certainly not. He doesn’t mope. Not at all. Not even if it’s been a whole 24 hours since he last saw his boyfriend. The relationship is still new and exciting enough that he wants to spend all his time wrapped up in those strong arms and forget about everything except the soft lips pressed to his forehead. He doesn’t want to come across as clingy though. It’s always been a bit of an insecurity of Buck’s, that people will thing he’s a bit, well, much. So, instead of grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he finds his boyfriends number so he can call him and beg to come over, Buck throws himself on his couch and begins to aimlessly scroll through the daytime television options, until he finally settles on Married at First Sight. He's just gasping at the first dinner party (one of the brides stormed out in tears!) when his phone begins to buzz. Thinking that finally, finally, his beloved is calling and asking to hang out, Buck throws himself at his phone hands shaking with excitement as he turns it over and reads the caller ID. Christopher Diaz. Ah well, the next best thing it is then. “Hey, Chris!” Buck answers, trying not to let his initial disappointment show in his voice. He’s got all the time in the world for this kid, even if he’s becoming a moody teenager with a wit that’s as sharp as a whip, just like his father. “Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. It’s hard to tell if it’s the shitty service he sometimes gets if the wind is blowing in a funny direction, or if Christopher’s voice has started breaking. He suspects it’s the latter, based purely off the phone call he’d received a couple of days prior where Eddie had spent the entire call giggling down the phone about how Christopher had cracked a massive high during an argument about screen time. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see it! Can you come over today, please?” Buck can practically picture Christopher bouncing up and down with excitement as he relays this information. Despite months of insistence that he’s “too old for the zoo”, Christopher has been eagerly following their resident hippo’s pregnancy, sending Buck updates as fast as the zoo will come out with them. Really, he’s been grooming Buck for this trip for months. “What does your dad have to say about this?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “He says it’s fine as long as you’re up for it,” comes the reply, and Buck doesn’t miss the almost pleading edge to Christopher’s voice. “Pleaaaase, Buck? A baby hippo!” “Okay, okay, okay!” Buck laughs, hauling himself off the couch and collecting his keys. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Buck hangs up the phone and rushes around the loft to collect his keys, a hoodie and a bottle of water, all previous thoughts of despair about the lack of contact from his boyfriend gone from his mind at the prospect of seeing his two favourite people.

Tagging @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @pirrusstuff @housewifebuck @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @tizniz @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @thekristen999

#hi look I can write something other than smut or freezing boys #strap yourself in for a few thousand words of pure tooth rotting fluff #and baby hippos #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck #usercam

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bwobgames · 2 years

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Previous First

The man makes a phone call

"Vivi! Turn on your location. I am coming over!"

"Wh- dont say it like that! No, we didn't do anything, just chatted"

"I wouldn't say disappointed. I mean, it's too early"

"That is an old nickname, and it does not reflect the man I am today"

"Lovingly: shut up, I am going there with him, so be nice"

"Yes, yes, bye!"

"... nickname?"

"Due to my poor decisions in previous years of my life that I do not plan on repeating, I was known as 'Goatman' for being 'Hornier than someone with horns'

I am now regretting giving her this information"

Oliver tries very hard not to laugh

"Ok, I know where she is. Let's go"

They get to a corridor

"Well well well, if it isn't Ángel and a little buddy, what bussiness could you two have with a lady like me?"

"So his name is Ángel"

"Job bussiness sadly"

"Man, and here I thought we would have a new person for our dnd campaign"

"That could be arranged"

"Before we start being boring, have any of you seen a photobook anywhere?"

"I wanted to take pictures of the storm, but without a photobook, they will get all crumpled in my pockets! I have been obligated to use my phone's camera like a measly instagram influencer, Do you see what that does to a vibrant soul like me? The pain? The shame??"

"I'm sorry, I'm sure we'll find it eventually"

"A lost photobook, that's another mystery.

Logically, I know it's probably just a misplaced item, but

Something feels bad about it

Dangerous

What if it was stolen?

By someone with bad intentions?

What if something bad happened?

What if something bad will happen?

What if it's happening right now?

Is there someone behind me?"

"No. Of course there isn't. I must be on edge from what Ángel told me. Ugh, this is not the time for new phobias to be created"

"Time to get into business"

"Excuse me, We were actually here to ask you about Eugene Coli's speedrunning incident. Do you happen to know about it? Why would he do that?"

"Yeaaahhhh no, I only know what happened afterward, I mean, I wanted to know! But the guy didn't want to give any interviews!

And then the guy went to jail for like, a week, only to disappear from public eye until this party, so he's probably here somewhere. If i find out, I'll tell you!"

"But you are then one who found out first, can you tell us about that?"

"It was an anonymous link sent to the place i work at. It led to a speedrunning website with the mans run in a video"

"Did you watch the video?"

"Yeah! It was taken off the site days later, but i managed to download it! It was like a tour to the man's factory. You could see him talking to whoever was recording. Although the sound was replaced with some techno music for some reason.

The video even had accidents! Like, blood and burns! I have no clue how the moderators accepted it, I'm blaming money"

"It was listed as a satisfactory gameplay ironically enough."

"Did you know that the guy used to be a speedrunner? He used the same account to upload this one"

"I don't have any knowledge on psychology, but maybe this guy is just obsessed with speedrunning"

"Well, this does tell us some things. Thank you for your help"

"Also, we must warn you, we think this event might be some kind of disguise for crimes that could hurt us"

"That blows"

"You don't seem very worried"

"I've reported dangerous situations live. This isn't my first rodeo, mister"

"Yeah, but this is more serious. You might be killed here"

"Well, if it's my time, then it's my time"

"Don't say that. You're sending yourself to an early grave if you're this careless all the time"

"Me? Aren't you the guy who can't be two days without injecting cancer gas directly into their lungs?"

"That's not the same"

"How is it not the same? Is that and your crazy stunts of dubious legality not also sending you to an early grave?"

"I quit that! And I can quit smoking anytime! I just don't have the need to"

"Right, right, of course, I'm just being careless unlike you, mature and responsible man"

"Is, is this a fight? A friendly fight? Should I intervene, or is it more like a sibling fight where this is a normal thing that happens. Can we leave?"

"Listen, I get it, I was stupid and unsafe, and I probably should've died thrice by now, but I don't want that life anymore!"

"I want to be safe now. I dont want any of us to be in danger"

"I don't want us to die"

"... It's going to happen eventually, you know this"

"I don't want it"

"Yeah, alright, I'm getting involved"

"...It is normal to fear death. It's unknown and out of our control, but only with death, we have life, yeah?

So let's not waste it by bickering, and let's keep going"

"I've never been good at pep talks, but if we really are in danger, then there's no time for existentialism"

"... Right, keep your location on Vivi"

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't"

"... I'm sorry for calling you careless"

"...Ugh, Fine, I'll keep it on, stop looking at me with that mopey wet cat face and leave already"

"Well, we didn't find motive, but we have some information.

Do you know anyone else who might have something on the speedrunning stunt?"

"... Someone comes to mind"

"Alright, we'll go now, bye Vivi!"

"Yeah, yeah, run along, bunny boy"

"Did she just ...assign me a fursona???"

"She does that"

#wrong answer. you get friends fight to pay for your sins #beebo really said I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened.#It hasnt reached me yet but its on its way #<- from lake mungo #detective beebo

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blossom-works · 11 months

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Hello friends! This is not going to be my usual story post. In fact, this may be a goodbye. I have made the decision to stop writing and uploading fanfics. I don't have writer's block or lost inspiration, but I'm putting my faith first. I am relatively new in my faith and have been struggling to commit to God due to my fleshly desires (writing fanfics). While fan fiction itself is not bad or evil (up until it is anti-Christian in my opinion), it is prohibiting me from putting God first.

Some of you may not understand where I am coming from and may think something like "That's a stupid reason. It's just fanfiction, what's so wrong with it?" I understand this but I need to put God above all. Currently, writing on this platform sits on the throne of my heart and not God. I won't lie, seeing my notifications on this platform feeds into my want for attention and validation. It fuels my ego but what I need is to put our Heavenly Father first and foremost. I thought that I could negotiate with the Lord but that is not how it works. I must give my all to God.

I truly appreciate all of you who have read my stories and interacted with me on Tumblr. I am thankful that you have given me the encouragement to keep writing and pitching me story ideas. I will not say that I love you, but you made me happy and I hope that I did the same.

Some of you still may not understand my decision, but I've made my choice. I am laying this down so I can be closer to the god who created me and loves me. I don't know when or if I will ever come back on Tumblr. It is up to what God has planned for me.

To give you some context about my faith, this is my conviction: I once rejected God, and over time (years really), did I say "yes" to God. I was not baptized and to the time of writing this, I am still not baptized. My "yes" to Jesus was on one Christmas Eve and I took a candle my church provided. That was my declaration that I would follow Jesus. Since then, I have basically been in an on-and-off relationship with God, me more so than God. I gave into my fleshly desires and I did not fully surrender myself to my Heavenly Father.

I have been having an argument with God about me writing fan fiction. I knew He wanted me to give it up but I did not want to. At least until now. This is a hard decision for me but I must submit to Him if I am to have salvation and eternal life. Jesus did the 99 yards so that I may do that one. Before I give my final goodbye, I want to pray:

Heavenly Father, here I am. Lord, I lay this down for you so that I may take up my cross as Christ has told me to. As I take up my cross, I would like to pray to those who are reading this. God, I pray that those who do not know you may one day come to know you. I pray that those who rejected you like I once did, may repent. Bless the Holy Spirit that lies within them. I don't know their faces or names but you do God for you are the all-knowing God. Will you bring them peace in the midst of their storms and will they lift their burdens up to you, Lord?

May they lay down their stumbling blocks and may they take up their cross as Jesus, your son and our Lord, has instructed us to do. For those with hardened hearts, will you slowly soften them so that you may sit on the throne of their hearts? I pray that through my conviction may it help ignite the Holy Spirit in them. I pray those reading this prayer repent for their sins and may you forgive them.

God, our Father in Heaven and our creator, you are great. You sent your son, our Lord Jesus Christ, down on this earth to take us away from death. It is thanks to Christ's broken body and blood that we are saved from sin. You watched as your son won the battle with His death in heartache all so that we may be closer to you. Lord God, you are the only God worthy of our praise and hearts. You are a God that can move mountains and calm the ugliest of storms. There is no one greater or more powerful than you, God.

So Lord our God, will this prayer be able to reach the hearts of the unbelievers and those who are struggling in their faith. Will this prayer give them the courage they need to take the first step in their faith journey? May they know that they have never been alone and that all they need to do is to turn around and take your hand. Blessed are those who praise and worship you. Bless those who are unbelievers. Bless your holy name and your holy kingdom.

And Lord, for those who are scared of disappointing you, may they know that you know that they will always fall short. May they know that they don't have to be perfect throughout their faith walk and that there will be times when they give into temptation. May they know that you will never give them a challenge that they cannot win, but may they know that they can only win when they are with you. May they know that Jesus, the spotless lamb, was crucified on the cross so that we do not have to be perfect. May you turn their fear into faith.

I pray all of this in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

And with this, this is my goodbye.

#my conviction #thank you for everything #may God sit on the throne of my heart

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Update!

Well, this week has been fuck all for production hasn't it lol? Literally passed out for about 16 hours yesterday and am tempted to do it again.

Sorry about that, by the way, it's been an exhausting and stressful week at work prepping for inventory (which was today) basically by myself and with two major storms having blown into my area (one just winding down for me with currently over 80,000 power outages and winds reaching up to 90 miles an hour, yikes) that had tornado threats so I had to watch like a hawk in case we needed to take shelter quickly.

Okay, I say need but it's mostly for my anxiety but I still spent most of this afternoon sick and nauseous from either the steak I had for dinner or stress. Probably both idk, my body is a bit weird sometimes.

Folks that have been around while may know that I don't tend to write anything if there's severe weather in my area, so anyone new can now know that too lol

Plans for the future? Well, I want to knock out those requests and address the asks that have been gathering dust in my inbox (whoops). I'm still deciding if I want to introduce Koala (and start waving that Fisher death flag lol) or keep walking through those big milestones--ah I still need to introduce the toxin thing whoops--maybe saving a few for emotional flashbacks? It is about a 2 year jump so there's quite a lot that could happen in that timespan.

It's a little hard to say cause idk how interested y'all are in the other, less exciting baby firsts compared to walking and talking. And while I enjoy writing in these little moments and mostly get my serotonin thataway from fic ideas to keep me going and interested, I don't intend to bore you all.

Oh! I will start cross posting on AO3 soon just to avoid the tedious process of uploading the entire thing(when I finish) chapter by chapter cause that shit sucked ngl so look forward to that I suppose~

Bear in mind that I have about 3 hours of free time on weekdays so some things genuinely take me a while if I want to do other things like catch up on fics or YouTube... Or Tears of the Kingdom lmao

Hopefully, I'll see y'all soon with more content!

And sorry for the delay, this hasn't been my intention but when is it ever?

#a lone melody #mittens update #got a headache and idk if its cause of the destressing amount of coworkers who cant count for shit #so today has been... fun #sure lets go with that

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wooyoungwitchcakle · 8 months

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The Big League

You’re Y/N L/N. Aka Big Sug, the front person of your 5 person group. You guys shot to stardom by uploading some of your original self produced songs on YouTube, which then caught the eye of a major big named artist. But as of right now, instead of laying tracks and recording for your 6th album, you are doing a live on TikTok conversing with fans/ doing your makeup.

“So user @mymonkeyballs is asking if any of the members are single. OOO yes! If you know any nice ladies that love a sassy man send them our way thanks!” Then your brother/ manger Xiuan L/N storms in and takes your phone, “Alright Sug your live is over.” You put down your eyebrow pencil and pout. “But Xi I wasn’t even done!” He gives you the side eye and locks your phone. Knowing Xi, he was waiting for the opportunity to bust in and ruin it anyway.

“Did you even read half the comments people were saying on there? They keep asking if you’re a boy or a girl.” He says while messing with your wigs in your walk in closet. “I as starting to get mad so be glad I ended it instead of cussing people out.” You huff, lean back in your desk chair and cross your arms over your chest. “They only say that cause I’m flat chested. If you and artist would let me take time off to get a BBL, the questions would stop.” Xi *tsks* and tries on your 70 inch red wig. “Xi are you even listening?” “I was.” You turn to the door and see one half of the twin duo, Dae-hyun, standing up against the frame. “How.. how.. You know what? Forget it. As a matter of fact, take Mr. Minaj with you!” Xi then turns around, now wearing sunglasses and a pair of your highest heels. “I was aiming for Cardi B!” “I don’t care! OUT!” Dae-hyun takes your wig off of Xi and leads him out by his collar.

Later on that night, you have a meeting with your producer, who has a big announcement. “Hey Hey!” He says watching you all file in. As a 5 person group, it can be hard getting along and making sure the personalities mesh well and so everybody’s talents can shine. But since all of you basically grew up together, you know how to mix and mesh, and also able to step back so other members can shine. “So what’s the news? I’m missing my shows for this,” the other half of the twin duo, Dae-seong, whined. “I had 3 new episodes coming on tonight!” Your producer pats him on that back and apologizes for interrupting his shows. “So you know how you guys wanted to collab with someone who’s pretty popular in South Korea? We got a very hot group called ATEEZ to put out a mini album with you guys.” Dae-hyun actually starts screaming and jumping as soon as he hears ATEEZ. “YES! MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED!” You and Xi turn and look at him. “Why are you so excited?” Dae-hyun, who has had a small smile the whole time, starts smirking.”I get a free trip to my homeland on the company's dime. And I get to see the guy who I’ve been carrying in League for the past 4 years.” Ah, now you get it. He’s killing several birds with one stone. Right as Xi was about to get on Dae-hyun for being selfish, your producer cuts him off. “Oh! I called you guys in here so we can meet on video before a face to face meeting. You know, intros and all that.” Xi then nods and puts his manager hat on. “Alright everyone listen up! This could potentially lead to our first #1 hit in South Korea. So please make a good impression and be on your best behavior. Now line up so I can check everyone out.”

Pretty soon you, Xi, Dae-seong, Dae-hyun, Blayze (the last and quietest member), and your producer were sitting in front of a big TV. You and Dae-hyun turned to each other, straightening hair and clothing so you don’t look too disheveled. “How’s my skin?” You ask, moving your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “Glowing, sparking, beautiful and gorgeous! Your caramel skin is cramelling.” You frown at that. “Don't ever say that again.” “Noted. So how do I look?” You look at him for a second, then fix his front bangs and his eyebrows. “Ethereal. Wonderful. Beautiful. I’m loving the tan you got when you went to California.” He grins and then moves back to his seat. “I know I just wanted to hear it again.” Xi’s quiet murmuring to himself is stopped when you see a video call coming through. He mentions for everyone to stand up as the call is connecting. As soon as it does you see 8 Korean men, with various eye popping hair colors come on the screen “8 makes 1 team! Hello, we are ATEEZ!” They say after bowing. At the count of three, you and the other four members bow and then take turns introducing yourself. “Hello I’m the manager, guitarist and leader Xiuan L/N. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Hello! I’m the bassist and best looking member Dae-hyun Lee! Just call me DK!” He throws a peace sign, but the can hear him yelp off camera. Dae-seong sighs.

“Hello, I’m the other guitarist and the other half to Dae-hyun, Dae-seong Lee. Just call me DT.” He bows then goes to check on his brother.

“Good evening. I’m the drummer and the quiet one. My name is Blayze Matthews.” He also bows then stiffly walks off. “Is that everybody? We were told there were 5 of you.” You slowly walk up and face the camera. “Hello. I’m the front person of the group,” You look directly to the camera with an unwavering stare. “Just call me Big Sug.”

#ateexblack reader ateezxreader

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takalzuoom · 3 years

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I know I just sent one in, but I couldn’t help but send another, but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. How about Viktor and Silco and Jinx with a very short s/o who’s insecure about their height?? And hates to be made to feel small? Thanks for your time 😊

OMG IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE 😭

I WENT TO UPLOAD IT BUT REALIZED I DID THE REQUEST WRONG- I'M SO SORRY 😭😭

Okay okay okay- part 2

Hey! Thank you for waiting for requesting! And I’m so sorry for the wait as well!

Originally in my post, I said I write only for Viktor, but since I’m not doing your other ask ( i have no idea how to write it, I’m so sorry😭) So I’ll also include Slico this time!

im so sorry if this sucks i’m literally writing this at 3 am💀

highkey don’t like how this came out 😐

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

HE’S A LITTLE SHIT OH MY GOD

NO CAUSE PEOPLE THINK HE’S SOME SOFT BOY WHEN HE’D LITERALLY LAUGH AS YOU REALIZE HE PLACED SOMETHING ABOVE YOUR REACH

“Viktor..”

“Yes my love”

“Did you do this?” You pointed to your lost object, that sat upon a shelf- all other objects pushed aside as a golden beacon shone through and on it.

Will use his cane to keep things away from you- he’s not helpless after all

But he pretends to be🙀

“Y/n, my leg is hurting, can you get me my blueprints?”

“… no. “

“But darling-“ 😿

“I know you're leg ain’t hurting because you went on a coffee trip five. minutes. ago!” You glare at him

“… carrying coffee is well- lots of work for someone like me”

GUILT TRIPS YOU 🤥

OKAY OKAY- I have no idea how tall he is, as there's no official measurement of his height. But lots of people say 5’10 so I agree. Almost 6’0 king 😻

But due to his cane, he’s slouched over a bit so it saves you some grief. But when he really wants to piss you off he’ll stand at full height.

Sees you reaching for something, goes to grab it but at the last minute, he grabs the item next to it.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you need something?”

🧍🏻

You like to compare him to a tree. He calls you his little mushroom. Very cute. Very domestic, he thinks. Sometimes ignoring your glowering face and sometimes telling you ‘he was just joking and didn't mean it’

When you're both at work, you both dance around each other so easily? You usually deal with the bottom stuff while he does the higher things, and when one of you has to grab something the other moves precisely, mindlessly at that that Jayce would just wonder if you two were somehow telepathic

though sometimes you’ll try to reach the higher parts, proving him that you’re not useless and that you can do it yourself

You don't even notice it until Jayce comments about it, which you immediately give him a face of disgust as you detach yourself from the situation immediately

As I’m writing this part I’m thinking of the scene in monster university, the one with mike and sully in their dorm room after they become friends

I do see you getting pissed off enough to tell him off, having a one-sided argument as you storm away from

He tones down on the teasing once you tell him you hate it.

And now that Viktor knows about your distaste for the height difference. So he refrains from giving you back hugs at full height, opting to instead pull you by his cane and hug your waist whilst sitting down

Though you take notice of his longing looks, over time pricing 4 and 4 together as you feel slightly guilty- yet thankful for giving you space

But on a practically hard day, you decide, just this once, you’ll indulge him. Dragging him up by his hands, pulling him up. You hug him first, as his arms slowly wrap around yours.

He feels the soft smile in his skin, as he sighs, feeling the day catch up on him as he relaxes into your hold. His hand in your hair, keeping you in place as he relishes your company

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐨

I see him as someone who’d purposely put things on the highest shelf just to see you jump for it 😭

Like it makes his day- a deal went bad? Suddenly an object you’ve been looking for is on the top shelf in his office-

Won't help you- even if you give him glances- pride too much to outright ask him for help, he’ll just ask if you need something.

MOFO SNICKERS WHEN YOU JUMP PLEASE

“Slico… I’m going to kill you the most painful way i can think of”

“Darling you make me blush’

Uses you as an armrest 😭 though you have to constantly smack him off as you tell him to go fuck himself

He laughs, doing it again just to get a reaction out of you

He’s not the tallest nor the shortest standing at 5’9 but he’s taller than you so that’s all that matters 😎

If you tell him about your distaste about all the nagging and teasing- he’ll only tease you some more, egg you on as he gets some joy out of your frustrated look

Though when you start flinching away from him, ignoring him he’ll start to consider it

Well, more like he's forced to as:

1. He's gonna need more men

2. You don't like how Jinx is looking at you 😟

So like what he does best, he makes a deal with you- stops teasing you… a bit, but, only if you sit in his lap… when people are there 🧍 especially Finn

Just saying It’s easy for you to fit in his lap so pest to be there when he either wants your company and has too much paperwork- or wants to pull a power move on the annoying bugger

Doesn’t appreciate your grumbles and fidgeting self. The way you were trying to get out of his lap was annoying him as he didn't like Finn’s snickers

For that, he’ll tease you extra hard, which results in an argument. Which resorts in explosions and mass destruction caused by jinx cause seeing you two fight is… stressful 😺

He will have you on his lap, though sometimes listening to your annoying complaints, rolling his eyes as you stormed away

Though sometimes you’d humor him when he asks for injections. Slico musing that the only good place to do it ‘properly’ is in his lap

“Stop smirking, you're pissing me off”

You can only do this when Jinx is away- cause if she walks into you stealing her job, she’ll lose her shit 😻

HE TRAPS YOU AGAINST WALLS- THERE- I SAID IT

Doesn’t care if you flick him or curse him out, he’ll eat it up, making some shameless comment about the whole situation.

Please go into his office, draped in covers as he’s burning the midnight oil. Ask him in sleep riddled voice to ‘join you in bed for some cuddles’ and (if you’ve been a thing long enough) he’ll melt and either cave in, or tell you to sit (on his lap)

He knows that you only pull that card once in a blue moon, so he’ll either finish up that last of his paperwork or stop what he's doing and save it for tomorrow

#takalzuoom #kai…🌊#anime x reader #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane viktor #arcane slico #slico x reader #viktor x reader #arcane slico x reader #arcane viktor x reader

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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I made a little 'Making of/Tutorial' post about my Perler Casita for anyone interested. It was certainly a ride with some ups and downs...

First of, I section big projects into smaller parts that I then add together later. It's easier that way and I don't have enough plates to do it all at once anyway.

Casita is made out of 4 individual parts. The app I use is pretty great as I can zoom in until I see the colors clearly. The closest I can zoom is to a 5x5 cutout so that is the steps I take. Always a cutout of 5x5 and then the next and so on.

The four parts are 100x80 beads. Which looked something like this:

You might have noticed something if you are familiar with perler beads. If I were to iron it like this, the image would be mirrored. If I wanted to iron it on the plates I would have had to mirror the image before feeding it into the app.

But I NEVER EVER iron on the plates. That's a recipe for disaster. The plates are still plastic, just like the beads. They warp super quickly and if you are not careful you meld the spikes too which makes them useless and ready for the trash.

What I do instead is I take some painters tape and tape it all up like this

And then I do a little flip! That can be tricky but as long as you are quick and pay attention it's OK. But you definitely need a big cardboard to help. The tape is just painters tape, it's not strong enough to hold the whole thing together if you just try to lift it or something.

I actually made a video of the flip but Tumblr won't let me upload. Just imagine me putting this between two cardboards, pressing them together between my arms, counting to three, and really quickly flipping them over. Once that is done you have this and can remove the plates

That's how you do all four parts and put them together. If you do it right, no problem. If you are an idiot like me and jump one row without realizing it, something like this happens:

Do you see that shit??? Oh I was cursing up a storm because this meant that I had to find the row that I have missed, cut the section APART at that point and insert the row. That's the problem with a picture like this, you couldn't really tell that I had missed something until I put them next to each other. With a portrait or something it's obvious when an eye or nose is missing. The cutting was super stressful cause the beads were wiggling loose on either side of the cut so no pictures of that but yeah... After sweating and cursing I managed and now you can't tell anymore. Puh.

So at the end of this you hopefully have something like this, ready for ironing:

The ironing is the hardest part, so much can (AND DID!) go wrong, so no pictures of that either. You have to iron the whole thing in one go or it will warp and not fit together in the end. I don't know how to describe it, but just imagine ironing on one side and seeing some beads go up into the air at the opposite corner. When you see that you have to act quick. It's nervewrecking to be honest. ALSO, and I can't stress that enough, never apply pressure! It is tempting, oh so tempting, to push down on that iron and get the beads to meld a little faster but guess what? You push down too hard and the beads deform on the side that you actually want to display to the world and it's never pretty. A little pressure is fine, but it's a fine line! Slow and steady wins the race which is why ironing this thing took me far over two hours.

Yep, I was crying at the end of it, thanks for asking.

Gotta remind you, everything I'm telling you applies mainly to big pieces. Smaller stuff is way easier. Don't wanna make perler beads out to be some kind of extreme hobby where you'll die of an heartattack if you are not careful.

But yeah, mistakes have been made. This one is kinda cute, cause I have no idea how and when this happened:

Oh well. You do you, little bead. You do you.

When you are done ironing you flip it again (lots of flipping involved, so make sure you have a big cardboard to help) and then you sloooooooooooowly peel off the miles and miles of painters tape and hope it all worked out and you don't have single beads sticking to the tape cause you missed them during the ironing part

And now.... Figure out what you actually want to do with such a big piece.

I for one put them on canvas. I use structure paste for that which can go either way tbh. Glue is just not strong enough because this many beads are actually quite heavy. You gotta take care not to apply it too thick though, cause then it will squeeze all the way right through the beads which is just... a mess.

So, there you have it. If you were careful and patient you'll have a really big perler bead artwork and you will ask yourself why you did this cause now you have no idea where to put the big thing cause all of your walls are full already (What? Just me? OK then)

Calling myself out here cause I'm all for transparency: if you zoom in on the left upper side you'll see what happens if you don't pay attention and put too much pressure on the iron

#Casita perler beads #Encanto #Disney Encanto #Encanto fanart #Encanto diy

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ao3-kintou · 2 years

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hi kintou!! I'm a fan of homesick for a mountain's song and I'm also a fanfic writer so I'm suuuper curious about the fanfic writer ask! so honestly I wanna ask you everything lol but I'll calm down. I'm curious about questions 1, 11, 12, 13, 17, 18, 21, 29, 30, and 3, 4, 31 about homesick. lol that's a lot so feel free to answer as little or as much as you want!! I love your work, thanks for sharing <3

Hello! Thank you for sending me your asks and thank you for reading and enjoying my fics! This will be fun ((:

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

Sasuke Uchiha, still and maybe for forever. It's starting to become a close call with Lan Zhan/Wangji from mdzs though. I love their silence and their conflicted feelings. Writing them is like soothing a quiet pain.

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

I would say... not plot driven. Slow. So much happens because nothing happens (or we realise so much has happened, because nothing happens). It's like quiet mornings for talking. Like making space, like a calm after a storm?

Also, somehow, uncontroled and messy (which i do not see as a bad thing per se, but bless @kemperrose for beta reading).

12. Who is your favorite author?

It's Ali Smith! Her style is uncontroled, witty, engaged and completely unique. Don't ask me what her books are about, I won't know, but oh i love them so much. Also! I love Louise Gluck so much rn, especially her book Averno (I posted some Averno fragments earlier). Then for fanfic writers I mainly love @kinomiakai (:

13. When did you start writing fanfic?

I started writing Naruto fanfiction when I was 13, which is 11 years ago! I started by writing/posting Shikamaru centric fics. I wrote snk for a while instead of Naruto though.

17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?

This won't come as a surprise but: domestic fluff or hurt/comfort. I used to write so so many dumb Coffee shop au's and Farmfics as well hahaha.

18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished?

I can't edit while writing bc I will get stuck but when I want to continue writing (say, after writing 1k and falling asleep) I'll reread what I wrote the day before to get inspired and edit that part. I read all stories 1 more time before publishing them though.

21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

Hmm.. not really? I have been thinking about writing a farmfic / small village fic that is more in a modern setting. I would love to write another multi chapter slow fic where they're just in nature. Maybe one where Sasuke rents Naruto's bnb cottage?

29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

Honestly, I brainstorm and outline very little. Literally answering something like question 21 is as much as I have before i sit down to write. So, the sitting down and doing the actual writing. I'm a very "go hard"/blunt writer. I sit down without having any idea what will come, and I write a lot of my fics in one sitting, starting at breakfast and forgetting to sleep in the evening.

I also love going through @kemperrose 's edits bc she's so funny and I make so many stupid little dutch mistakes (we've been working together since Your name, and what that really means, so for exactly a year now)

30. Do you write down all your ideas? What makes you decide to write one versus the other?

Nope! If I want to write a fic I just think of something and get started. Most of the time I also upload it even if it sucks a bit.

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from Homesick for a mountain's song story/chapter?

Yes, I certainly do! My ultimate favourite scene is the ending scene of chapter 5, where they say sounds together. I think it's such a small scene (in it's energy) but the most powerful one.

I also love the scene where Kana hints that she thinks Naruto and Sasuke are in a relationship and that she accepts them/sasuke in chapter 3. When she says: ‘A lot of people become incapable of loving, because of what the world has done to them. It’s a blessing if you still can, even if it’s the last thing you get to keep.’ and ‘I just want you to know that we don’t mind. You and Naruto are always welcome with us. We’re not going to judge you, even if he starts living here permanently.’

4. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Homesick for a mountain's song?

Hmm.. not really? I changed Sakura a bit while editing. She was a bit more rude to Sasuke in my first versions, bc I wanted to add it to what made Naruto felt conflicted, but I made her more calm eventually. I think that Kishimoto did his female characters dirty, and I don't want that in my fics. I only gave her the normal amount of guarded.

I ended up not writing the party where they "marry". Though i thought about it, I wanted to keep the ending small. The altar for their parents made it to the sequel, but I could say the same for that.

31. What was the development process of Homesick for a mountain's song like?

Oh.. hmm.. so basically I wrote this story while I was at home with a burn-out, in my graduation year. I was the most broken version of myself when I started this story, and I honestly believed it saved me and me as a writer. I've always been good at enjoying small things and I've always been a calm person. Homesick gave me a place where I could show myself I still had that in me.

With that said... the proces was me getting up way too late, or way too early to watch the sun come up bc I couldn't sleep, and sitting down to write this. I had no plan. I just sat down and wrote. I think it was a distraction and it made me happy. I wanted to write 5 chapters at first, but since me and my readers got attached to the slow chapters it turned into 6 and then into 8.

I posted every chapter right after writing them, and the comments motivated me a lot, though i never expected to get so many. To write this fic, but also to try and write my final work. So... yeah... i think i lived with this story. I somehow ended up still graduating, and it was the same week when i uploaded chapter 8.

Replying to your other ask: know that we're together on that one! Ichiko Aoba makes me feel so nostalgic... or shall I say homesick haha, for nature, for this softness, for late converstations or quiet, for the small things in life. May you live softly! And of course you're always welcome to come find me.

Thank you so much for these questions and your kind words!

#fanfiction asks #sns asks #homesick for a mountain's song #kintou

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professorsnape394 · 3 years

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The Potions Master's Apprentice

Chapter Twenty: Dragons

A/N: This is the Twentieth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-20 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list. Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter) Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Word Count: 3697 Warnings: n/a Credits to Gif Creator

"Dragons!" Aria panted frantically, having just run through two thirds of the castle to get to Severus' office. "The first task is dragons!" Slamming the door shut firmly behind her, Aria stormed her way into the middle of the room, shaking off her heavy outdoor robes from her body. Automatically Severus rose from his chair to greet her, absent-mindedly taking the woman's robes from her hand to hang it on one of the many hooks behind his door. This was something that had become somewhat of a routine for the two, as Severus quickly tired of the woman draping the cloak over the back of her chair, dirtying the hem of it from trailing on the ground. To him, this was an easier solution than to listen to her constant nagging about giving the place a thorough dusting. "And how have you come to posses this knowledge?" Snape queried, returning to his seat, eyes once again fixated on today's issue of The Daily Prophet. Although others would have easily mistook his monotone and for boredom or disinterest, Aria couldn't help but note the hint of curiosity in his voice. "Fred and George told me." She replied, dropping herself haphazardly onto the hard wooden chair on the opposite side of the desk. "And how did the Weasley twins figure this out?" He continued to question, turning the page of his newspaper despite not taking in a word. "Their brother Charlie is the one supplying the dragons for the task. He's bringing them in from Romania apparently." Aria informed, fidgeting restlessly in an attempt to get comfortable.' Eventually giving up, she pulled her chair as close as she could to the desk, slamming her elbows down on the hard wood table top, providing a stable base for her to rest her head in her hands. "You know, my grandfather really infuriates me sometimes. He is supposed to be the one protecting these students from harm; yet he allows a bunch of 17 year olds to fight dragons, not to mention poor Harry who is only 14! Just how irresponsible can he be? I really don't think any of this is a wise idea, Severus." "The Tri-Wizard Tournament is a centuries old tradition, Albus has no more say than you and I regarding the tasks involved. I'm sure he is just as worried as we all are, especially for Potter. He would have done something to protect him if he could." "You know as well as I do, Severus, my grandfather is one of the most powerful Wizards of our time, he has as much influence as any to put an end to all this. Do not try and convince me he cannot do anything to right one tiny mistake, I simply do not buy it. He wants this to go ahead. For the 'greater good' whatever that means." She huffed, nostrils flaring in frustration. "No one will ever truly understand why Dumbledore does the things he does. We can only hope it benefits us all... in the end." Snape sighed solemnly. It was clear to Aria his mind had now drifted elsewhere. A dark place she assumed occupied his thoughts often. Reaching across the desk, Aria rested her warm clammy hand on top of the man's icy calloused fist. The pair's eyes met for a moment. A small reassuring smile crept onto Aria's face, squeezing Severus' hand slightly. A few deep breaths later, Snape broke eye contact, his eyes gaze fluttering back down to stare at the paper. Growing increasingly more uncomfortable with the intimate silence. "Tea?" The witch offered, changing to a lighter topic. "Coffee." Snape replied bluntly. With a wave of her wand a large mug of coffee appeared in front of her mentor, and a small teapot and cup in front of herself. The two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying their respective beverages for a while longer.

* The following afternoon was spent perfecting the finishing touches of the batch of Amortentia, ready to be collected by Skye that evening. In order to have a little more control over the situation Aria suggested her and Severus should spend the evening together and sit watch in preparation to aid the chosen victim. Aria set Severus the task of casting a small charm over the Slytherin common room, providing them the ability to hear what was going on inside, providing that the girl chose to use the potion in slightly more private location. "How can you be sure she'll use it tonight?" Severus asked, still skeptical of the woman's plans. "Didn't you hear the desperation in her voice, there's no way she's going to risk waiting longer than she already has, especially since she knows we don't approve. She'll take the first chance she gets." "And what if she doesn't... shall we say 'commit the crime' in the common room, there are hundreds of places in this castle she could slip someone that potion. We do not even know they belong in Slytherin house." "Oh they're Slytherin alright." She chuckled, amused by Severus' complete lack of observational skills. "She'll be using it on Draco Malfoy. Haven't you noticed the way she fawns over him in class, its quite obvious she's infatuated." Severus couldn't help but scoff in disgust at the idea of young love, especially that which involves the young Malfoy. Though he certainly understood now why the girl had to resort to such extreme measures as a love potion to win his affections. "It's our best bet to assume she'll use it in the common room. Even if she doesn't we'll be prepared to help out when we're needed." "I really don't see how I have been dragged into all of this. This is your doing, I will not be held responsible for the casualties." "Relax, Snape. Nothing bad is going to happen. Besides I'd really appreciate the company tonight." Aria pleaded, pursing her lips and batting her long lashes dramatically in an attempt to persuade him to stay. "Fine. We'll meet back here tomorrow after the feast. Do not bring that cat." He warned, raising a single eyebrow disapprovingly. Once again letting a veil of silence fall upon the room, both Aria and Severus set about doing their individual tasks for the afternoon; with the former finishing off the potion and the latter still struggling to organise his shelves. Around an hour in to the brewing process, Aria let out a small shriek, jumping back from the potion in a panic. Severus turned from his position on the ladder to see the flames underneath grow wild and begin to climb the walls of the cauldron, in turn sending the potion into a bubbling rage, creating a mountain of rabid foam. "What the hell have you done?" Severus scowled at his apprentice, having never encountered this type of reaction before. "I... I'm not sure." She stuttered, knotting her brow in an attempt to figure out her mistake. "I was just stirring it, then I heard a pop and now this has happened!" She continue to screech. "Step aside." Snape demanded, gracefully sliding between the woman and the cauldron. Aria watched on curiously, as Snape begun redeeming the potion back into its natural state. "Don't just stand there, who knows how long this could take. Make yourself useful." "And do what?" She asked vapidly. "How about finishing those shelves? After all, it does appear to be more your forte than mine." Despite knowing that Severus' back was turned to her Aria replied with a vigorous nod, shuffling across the room to fulfil his request. In less than half an hour, Aria had organised and re-labelled the same amount of potion ingredients in what Severus had taken almost a week to do. Meanwhile on the opposite side of the classroom, Professor Snape had returned the potion to a more docile state, and was nearing on getting it back to its correct tone. "It seems we could have been working more efficiently this whole time." Aria observed. "How do you mean?" Severus responded, continuing to stir the potion in an almost therapeutic manner. "Well, if

we had just worked to our strengths we might have both completed our tasks a lot sooner." "Like I have said on numerous occasions, Miss Dumbledore, brewing this potion was your responsibility. I simply did not want my classroom to catch fire. I will not save you from messing up again, is that clear?" Aria responded with a sheepish nod, busying herself with the collections of jars and vials once again. "You are here to do a job and if you cannot do it correctly, there is no reason for your to stay." Severus scorned, finally choosing to look at her. Aria felt his obsidian eyes burning into the back of her head. A scarlet blush spread across her cheeks, raising her core temperature significantly. As her friendship with her mentor grew over the past few weeks, it had become easy to forget that she was still partaking in an apprenticeship and therefore her status remained under his. He was right in saying that she shouldn't have become complacent. Aria needed to perform to the best of her ability everyday to prove her worth, and if she didn't impress Severus, he would not pass on a good recommendation to her Grandfather at the end of the year. After all, Hogwarts already had a potions master, there was no need for another. Severus sensed the sadness and worry begin to consume his colleague and instantly felt a pang of guilt. "I didn't mean-" He attempted to backtrack. "No, you're right." Aria whispered. "I apologise." The professor said solemnly, halting the stirring of the potion. "It's fine. Just leave it." She snapped, not wanting to continue on the subject any longer. Silently cursing himself for once again having the inability to know when to shut up, Severus made quick work of finishing the batch of Amortentia, returning back to his desk. Initially intending to grade a few papers, Severus quickly became preoccupied with the movements of his apprentice across the room, as she continued to work away, methodically sorting the final, and top, shelf of ingredients. Settling into a comfortable viewing position, Severus placed his chin between his pointer finger and thumb, allowing his middle finger to rest gently on his bottom lip. His eyes fixated hungrily on the woman before him. Unable to take his eyes off her he watched as she struggled to reach the far end of the shelf. He watched as she bent forward precariously to clean the thick layer of dust that had formed over time. He watched as the hem of her tight skirt continue to rise further up her bare thighs, while she put the final few bottles in their rightful place. Completely infatuated by the woman's clothes constantly threatening to expose her, Severus had found himself lost in a day dream, therefore was oblivious to the fact that Aria Dumbledore had now turned to face him, an unsatisfied scowl plastered across her face. Drifting slowly back to reality, Snape snapped back to his rigid form, forcing his eyes to drop down to his desk, praying to God she hadn't noticed him staring. "I'll see you later." Aria said simply, not willing to address the subject matter. Severus let out a sigh of relief upon her exit. A flush of embarrassment warming his cheeks. * The following day Aria had still yet to return to her usual cheerful self. Still steaming with rage over hearing the details of the first task, she could not fathom how the man she knew as grandfather would put young children in danger fighting some of the most deadly creatures alive. It was times like these she craved a release for her pent up anger, and a bubble bath wouldn't cut it. Resorting to trying to calm herself by getting lost in a good book, Aria made sure to stop by her quarters after dinner to collect a small pile of novels, and change into something slightly more comfortable in preparation for her presumably long evening ahead spent in Severus' office. "Did you cast the spell?" The witch asked abruptly upon entry. "Of course." Snape replied drolly, removing his wand from his inner robe pocket. "Good. Leave it on the table and we can listen in for Skye and Draco. Have you seen

either of them today?" "As far as I am aware Mr Malfoy will be at Quidditch practice with the rest of the Slytherin team." "Then Skye will be there cheering him on." Aria assumed. Severus did as he was instructed and left his wand in the middle of the small coffee table in front of the old velvet sofas. "The charm will pick up their voices and project it through the wand for us to hear." He explained, taking root in the rather large arm chair next to the fire. "Perfect." Aria smiled half-heartedly, planting herself comfortably on the couch. The two professors had barely exchanged more than a few words since the previous evening, and were therefore maintaining a rather dry, while still civilised, aura. Severus was embarrassed more than anything; for his harsh words and his wandering eyes. While Aria on the other hand had no ill will regarding either of Severus' offences, and instead was still suffering from the anger she held towards her grandfather, and the fact she was unable to let go of it. Immediately dumping the small mountain of books on the floor next to her Aria resumed reading the very first one that came to hand, not really caring which one it was. Noticing this, Severus assumed this evening was to be one spent in silence and so he summoned a quill, roll of blank parchment and the new potions book he had recently purchased and begun making meaningless notes, he would make use of one way or another. An hour or so passed and still there was no sign of either Slytherin students being picked up by the wand. Despite usually enjoying a night of quiet, Severus had found himself getting irritable and bored with his tedious task, having wrongly assumed his apprentice would sooner or later interrupt his work with her oh-so endearing chatter. Running a cold hand through his hair exasperatedly, Snape let out a small huff and made a move to vacate his chair and stretch his legs for a moment or two. After hovering around the room for a little longer than necessary, struggling to think of another way to spend his time, the potions master let his eyes fall upon the young professor. "Can't find one you like?" He spoke softly, catching the woman's attention. During her time in the office she had gone through almost her whole pile of books, reading a few pages of each before getting bored with it and moving on to another. Severus had noticed this but chose not to question, for fear of her snapping at him. At this point in time, however, he supposed an argument would be better than not talking at all. Not even opening her mouth, Aria shook her head in response to the professor, and continued to let her eyes scan the page robotically. Severus let out a second huff, his patience growing thin. Then BANG. He slapped the palm of his hand forcefully onto the hardwood desk. Aria jumped instinctively upon hearing the noise, removing her thumb from between her teeth which had been practically skinned to the bone. Severus didn't even bother to look at his apprentice this time. Instead he approached his storage cupboard and whipped out a bottle of trusty old FireWhiskey, pouring himself a rather large glass. Aria kept her gaze fixated on her apprentice, wondering why on earth he was acting the way he was. "Will you just tell me what the hell is wrong?" Snape demanded, setting down the now empty whiskey glass. "What are you talking about?" She replied, still quite shaken up from his small outburst. "You, the most talkative woman I have ever known, have just sat in this office for over an hour in complete silence. You have gone through at least a dozen books, and I suspect you never actually read a word of any of them. Not to mention your finger looks like a chewed up old dog toy you've nibbled at it so much. So please, for the love of God, just tell me what is on your mind." He ranted. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about the dragons." Aria confessed, finally setting down her book. "Dragons? You're telling me all this is over dragons?" Severus seethed. "Well, not just the dragons." She explained. "Do you ever

just get so mad that one thought consumes your entire being. And you can't see to function until it's gone. But really there's only one way you're able to forget about it?" "I can't say I have." Snape replied, trying to understand what she was getting at. "Well of course you wouldn't. I suspect you've bottled up every emotion you've ever had since you learned how." "Do you have an actual point to get to here, or are you just determined to infuriate me?" "Can I suggest something?" She said, softening her tone. "Go on." Severus permitted, sipping slowly on his second drink, relaxing against the edge of his desk. "You won't like it." The woman assured, shuffling on her knees to face him. "I might." "You definitely won't." "Then why bother asking me at all? Will you just get on with it before I die of old age." "Lets have sex." She blurted. "Excuse me?" Severus retorted, setting down his glass to ensure he had heard right. "Let's have sex. You and I. It doesn't have to be tonight of course, whenever suits." She shrugged. "Have you gone mad, woman?" "Oh come on, Severus. We're both adults here. I bet it would do us both some good." "How do you figure that out?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "All of your frustration, your tension, it'll go away if you have a way to work out all that aggression. Okay maybe not all of it, because there's... y'know... a lot." She said, waving her hands over his body. "But I know it's exactly what I need. I've been miserable thinking there was nothing I could do about how I'm feeling. Please, help a girl out?" "Why me?" "Who else would I ask? We're friends aren't we? And we find each other attractive, I really don't see why not." "Now I know you're mad." He scoffed. "It's true! I cannot deny you're an attractive man Severus, I noticed it the first day we met." "And who is to say I think the same of you?" "Don't treat me like a fool, Severus. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. When I was organising your shelves yesterday. Or when you came to my quarters and I was wearing nothing but a towel. When I wore my red dress to Hogsmeade?" Severus averted his gaze, mortified that he had been so obvious every single time. "Hell, even when I'm eating liquorice wands! There's no reason to be ashamed, Severus. You're only human, and a man at that. We all have those thoughts sometimes." Severus opened his mouth, making to reply but was instantly cut off but the sound of voices echoing out his wand. Quickly shushing the potions master, Aria bounced back round to listen carefully to the conversation between the two students. Severus followed not far behind, slowly returning to his armchair. The professors listened in for a while, though the conversations amounted to very little. Not a single exchange was heard between the two students upon their entry back to the common room. Merely a cluster of different voices speaking between two very different conversations that both Aria and Severus found rather hard to decipher. After a while of patiently waiting for the two to speak to each other, it became clear to the professors that the evening had been a waste when Skye announced that she would be heading to her dorm, ready to turn in for the night. Without having discussed the love potion, or even allowing Draco's name to escape her lips it became clear the girl would not be using the Amortentia tonight. Aria apologised to her mentor, disappointed that her bold assumptions had lead them nowhere. They agreed their best options now was to wait until Draco, or any other student for that matter starting showing signs of being under the influence of a love potion and they would simply have to take it from there. "I'm sorry again, Severus." Aria confessed as she stood in the doorway of his office. "I didn't mean to waste your time." "There is no need to apologise Miss Dumbledore. I have grown to enjoy your company and despite the fact you were somewhat distracted this evening, I would not have chosen to spent it any other way." The witch's emerald eyes lit up

at her friends comment, and without knowing a huge grin spread across her face, almost completely alleviating her sour mood. Severus felt a warm fuzzy sensation growing in his stomach, his chest tightening also, as he watched the woman's face break out in a sweet smile, her long eyelashes fluttering dramatically as a rosy blush spread across her nose and cheeks. "Think about what I said, okay?" She spoke softly, reaching out to squeeze the man's forearm, subtly rubbing her thumb over the soft material of his coat. "Take your time." Taglist: @ayamenimthiriel @lizlil @entirelymesmerising @mikariell95

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Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

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Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

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