#and ofc I was not going to do that when I could do THIS

[partiallysame]

Hi! Love your Price's Lil Wife drabbles so much! I was wondering how birthdays (for the boys) are treated now that they have Price's Missus looking out for them? Also, how does one go about finding out Simon's birthday (lord knows that man won't willingly give that info up without severe puppy eyes)?

Johnny offhandedly said he’d want whatever meal you just made for his birthday next year and the giant exaggerated gasp that left you had all the men minus your husband ready to defend ready to jump into action but no need for any actual panic. “YOUR BIRTHDAY. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” Johnny told you and fuck you missed it. Kyle’s too. Big ol smile and head snapping over to Simon to ask him. Price was behind you shaking his head waving his hand in front of his neck trying to save Simon from answering the question. He wasn’t going to anyway but now he was curious as to why he shouldn’t (personalized and handmade triangular party hat that is mandatory to wear all day and too many pictures).

“Whens your birthday Simon?” Big ol smile on your face dropping when he says

“Don’t got one”

“Yes you do”

“No I don’t”

“Simon Riley” uh oh. “Tell me when your birthday is”. He let out a mhm mhm and you turned to your husband who held his hands up in defense. Ofc he wasn’t gonna help. Now your crossed arms in front of him trying to look mean. “Tell me.” He shook his head. Fine you’ll let it go for now (no you’re not) Gonna have to get creative.

Breakfast the next day you asked before handing him his plate. Making it seem like he wouldn’t get the food if he didn’t answer. He didn’t. You gave it to him anyway. “I’ll make your favorite for dinner if you tell me” “everything you make is my favorite” shut up Simon.

Now he’s sitting on the couch and you approach him with the prettiest saddest lil puppy dog eyes you could muster. Finger tracing his biceps. “Just wanna celebrate you Simon. Without your birthday you’d never have come into my life. Wanna make you feel special.” He almost broke. Your big eyes. Sweet voice. Gentle, teasing touch. He was so close to telling you. But he hesitated too long and you switched tactics hard and fast.

“Fine. But you made me do this Riley. Remember that” and suddenly you were calling for MacTavish who came strutting in the stupidest smile on his face holding a dark blue jersey. “From now on this is a Scotland house” you said putting on Johnny’s Scotland National football jersey. No no no. Simon began panicking watching Johnny put on a matching one. “On game days. This house will NOT be watching Manchester anymore.” Wait wait wait. “I’ll tell ya please” Simon’s reaching for you. Don’t do this. He’s begging but you’re not giving in. “It’s may 17th please lovie don’t go this far. Take it off.” He’s trying to pull the jersey off of you, fighting Johnny’s hands trying to keep it on you. Price walked in on the scene “dear god Lieutenant what did you do?” His wife wearing the wrong colors? Oh Riley��s gonna pay for this.

[solshii]

here’s sol’s wip notes for her mlp svsss

sqq has a horn guard to cover his cracked horn (i assume it was near broken off when wu yanzi got to him and wyz would do some hoodoo voodoo backwater magic & cultivation to cure it to near perfection (without repercussions that would set back his magic and cultivation ofc))

lbh’s horn comes and goes (like a lightsaber) with his zuiyin. it helps with disguising as a normal pony, plus it goes in line with his whole rise to power with a ‘nopony is actually a secret alicorn’ pipeline LOL

higher class demons (i.e mbj, shl, heavenly demons) are more reminiscent to ponies (the same way they look more like humans in normal svsss) though majority of the demon realm consist of various species

i imagine majority of demons also dont have cutie marks as they are a variety of species, but maybe powerful demons probably get the chance to gain one (excluding binghe who gets to have one regardless since hes half pony)

we’ll.. figure out how to mix cultivation and pony magic together 💀🤞 somehow…

speculating lqg’s colour palette to be blue/grey/white (and naturally he has more moles around his body)

only heavenly demons get alicorn privilege so mbj is a unicorn

and sqh is a pegasus (airplane himself wouldve been an earth pony)

pony shen yuan would’ve been an average unicorn who can at most carry a few things at once. he wouldve been really excited when he could do all the cool unicorn stuff as shen qingqiu that he couldn’t when he was shen yuan

blackened binghe would probably have more black and red in his design

also everyone wears robes agsksj but yk i was fighting for my life 😞

some ponies (like lqg, sqh) only wear upper robes (and bracers) while some others (like sqq) wear robes the also cover their flank, though leave some open room for legs to move freely (see mlp gala dresses)

non-pegasi cultivators can probably still use their swords to fly (if we can fit two people on a sword, they can fit all fours on it i trust them 🤞🤞)

also yeah lbh’s guanyin pendant is in the same colours as the jade tassel on sqq’s cutie mark

i just thought it was cute

on cutie marks

i was gonna make lbh’s cutie mark just be his zuiyin but its subject to change

lqg’s cutie mark is cheng luan and a (probably white?? blue??) phoenix

i have no clue how to go about yqy’s cutie mark but i was telling someone about entertaining the thought of chains incorporated into it somehow as like,, symbolism for his whole deal with xuan su and his past as a slave, while also symbolising strong bonds (read: his attachment to sj), strength unity and all that makes him sect leader

since i wanted yqy to have something relating to how his past grapples at him without being inconspicuous for a sect leader and also having symbolism that really makes sense for a sect leader lol (plus chains are grey and it matches his colour scheme (put a b&w filter on this bad boy and u wont see a difference))

during their time as slaves, yqy and sj’s flanks were marked with 七 and 九 respectively. i think that if sj were to get a slave brand from the qius (icl ive read so many fics idk if this is a canon or fanon thing) it would be placed there as well

which is what makes the fan for sj a meaningful CM to me imo, like he’s hiding his past as a slave behind the fan like he does in reality, or generally metaphorical in the way 九 would define shen jiu and the fan defines his persona as shen qingqiu, iygwim

i took the poem on the fan from chapter 5 of dark clouds by invidia_envy LOL youll find it if you type in lyrics to the tune of wuyeti by li yu

i have no clue what to do for sqh either but i may just give him the generic scroll with a brush (sorry airplane (but it would be kinda funny if some of the scrolls are all crumpled up n everything))

also i imagine sj and yqy got their cutie marks when sj was in the qiu manor and yqy was having his whole xuan su fiasco, so they never saw each other’s CMs until their reunion. but i also dont know if this would be considered too late by mlp standards ahsjdj

my pens fixed and i havent drawn in a while

by the way theyre supposed to have robes guys i was just too confused to figure it out 😞

[ttjisung]

lover is a day. na jaemin

ex!jaemin x fem!reader

in which jaemin tries his best to make it up to you after months of being apart.

cw: smut ofc... mdni! riding, missionary, he cries while he's inside, p in v (it's not mentioned but they use protection), hurt no comfort :/, angst, the ending isn't happy beware... (wc: 2.8k)

It had been two months and three weeks since Jaemin had seen you, and it felt like he was going insane. Admittedly, it was his fault, considering he was the one who invited you over one night to randomly break up with you after a year and a half together. He wasn’t sure why he did it, all he knew now was how badly he regretted it.

Jaemin was unaware of how boring life would be without the long rants about your favorite show, the lazy naps you’d take together cuddled up, the homemade meals that he tried desperately to recreate in hopes of reigniting past memories – he painfully realized that they didn’t taste the same without you. 

The intention behind his actions was never to cut you out of his life completely, he just felt suffocated at times. You were affectionate, which was an attribute he was once obsessed with; you never failed to make him feel loved, yet it eventually became too much, making him feel as though he was trapped. 

Jaemin could recall the night it happened. He had been at his university’s library, trying to study for an upcoming quiz and it proved difficult when his phone kept buzzing with new messages. He was frustrated, to say the least, when the people around him began to share judging side-looks at the noise. After two more annoyingly loud notifications, a stupid video of a pair of cats hugging with an accompanying ‘us’, he was done. Aggressively stuffing his textbooks back into his bag, he typed out a message asking you to come over before entering his car and speeding to his apartment. 

When he first opened the door for you, you were sporting a smile, immediately throwing your bag on the couch to rush in for a hug. He didn’t reciprocate when you wrapped your arms around him, and after an awkward sequence of pulling away and looking up at him, you noticed the unfamiliar scowl on his face. “What’s wrong?” You immediately asked, stepping closer to place your hands on his face. The action set him off, and before he knew it, he was ripping your hands off of him, whispering the words under his breath yet loud enough for you to hear. I think we should take a break. 

The guilt came almost instantly, seeing you shakily cry as you wiped tears off, reluctantly stepping away from him and leaning over the couch to grab your bag. You never said a word, simply nodding and shuffling to the door to leave. As Jaemin remembers that night, he wishes you would have said something. He wishes you would have yelled at him, acknowledged the fact that he just wanted a break – nothing permanent, begged him to take his words back, anything, yet you did nothing. 

It only took ten minutes for the realization that you were gone to kick in, and his regret to activate as well. He was quick to find his phone, trying to call you and make you come back, so he could apologize and you could be happy together again, yet you didn’t answer his calls. He tried to reach out to you everywhere he could, texting you on every app, calling you on other people’s phones once the paranoia that you might’ve blocked him blossomed, yet all he was met with was radio silence. That was when his depression kicked in.

Jaemin wasn’t eating well, he wasn’t sleeping well, he began to skip out on the gym, and eventually even missed his lectures that he once stressed about eagerly. He didn’t have the motivation to do anything, not when you were out of his life and there was nothing he could do to fix it. Every night, he’d open his phone and scroll past the countless unanswered messages he had sent you begging you to come back, until he’d reach the video of the cats you sent him. He’d embarrassingly watch it on repeat all night, silently crying into his pillow as he realized he could’ve been hugging you like the cats were right now, instead of basking in the loneliness of his cold, messy bed. 

He hadn’t fucked anyone since you – he’s not fully sure he’d be able to even if he tried. Every night, he’d lay in bed with his hand lazily stroking himself, his eyes emotionlessly staring at his ceiling as he tried to feel something, yet it never happened. The only times he was able to cum was when he’d reopen his folder of pictures you had sent him when you were together. After a month, it began to feel creepy so he stopped. He didn’t dare erase the photos though, afraid he’d forget how you looked after a while, so he hid the folder instead. 

It was a rainy day when Jaemin decided to go out again for the first time in a while. The sky was gloomy and grey as his feet led him towards the closest local cafe. His plan of ordering a scone alongside a coffee to take home quickly deteriorated when he stepped into the room, his eyes immediately landing on you. You were alone in a booth, typing something quickly on your laptop while taking a sip of a drink. Jaemin’s heart clenched at the noticeable tired look in your eyes. You looked as miserable as him, probably even worse considering he broke up with you. 

You looked sad, and before he could even think about it, Jaemin rushed up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. He didn’t like the way your expression shifted to panic when you looked up at him, nor did he like the way you lightly shook with nerves as you let out a tiny hi. He felt bad, knowing this was the first time you had ever regarded him with such hesitance. It was your pained expression that reminded him that he was the bad guy in your story, and it made him regret ever even thinking of ending things.

“Hey… It’s been a while.” You awkwardly nodded at his words, avoiding eye contact. Truth be told, you were far from moving on, a part of you shocked because you never thought you’d see him again. You were embarrassed about the ordeal, remembering how annoyed he looked during the last hug you had given him. It made you want to cry when his harsh words would spiral in your head, looping over for hours. You weren’t ready to see him, you didn’t think you’d ever be. This didn’t stop Jaemin from taking the seat in front of you, staring at you intensely with pleading eyes. “Can… Can we talk?” You didn’t want to, but it was hard to decline when he was already leaning over the table, his hands twitching with a desire to reach out and hold yours. 

You nodded your head, appeasing to his request just how you did when he mentioned the break. He breathed out loudly when you agreed, his body flooding with butterflies – this was his chance to apologize and convince you to take him back, and he would rather die than mess it up. 

“How have you been?” He treaded lightly at first, offering small talk to ease you into the conversation but the efforts had the opposite effect as they made you feel more nervous than before. You opted for a small fine, before asking him the same question. Jaemin mirrored your response, neither of you acknowledging the irony behind the answer - the both of you were far from fine. 

“I’m not sure where to start, but I miss you, N/n. So, so much. I… I don’t know if you’ve been getting my messages?” He stopped for a second to gouge your reaction, yet you didn’t respond, looking down at your lap instead with a frown, “I get it. I was really mean, but… But I’m so sorry. I regret it so much, and I want to make it up to you. I really haven’t been the same without you.” You continued to look at your lap, dissociating for a second as you tried your hardest to hold in the tears slowly forming. It was a battle you lost as they began to flow down your cheeks. Jaemin’s heart dropped when you finally looked back up, your eyes swelling up. 

He moved his hands quickly to hold your face, placing his upper body over the table to stabilize himself before he wiped your tears away desperately. You shouldn’t have, but you let him, even leaning into his touch when his movements grew stronger.

The next hour passed in a blur as he moved next to you, letting you cry into his arms for as long as you needed to, walking you back to your apartment when you realized the small cafe wasn’t the place to break down in. You're not sure if it was your loneliness, or the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone else either, yet you found it easy to melt in his hold as he led you to your bed, placing you down gently.

Jaemin knew this was probably his last chance to convince you to come back with him, yet the hope fluttering in his heart quickly overshined the fear of losing you for good. He let himself drift away from his conflicted emotions as he passionately kissed down your neck, dragging his hand towards the hem of your shirt until he was able to pull it right off. 

You gasped as he lowered himself onto your body, kissing and sucking anywhere he could. It had been so long, and he refused to let any doubt cloud either of your minds. He became determined, deciding the only way he could show you how much he missed you was to fuck you senseless. 

“Need you so bad, baby. I… fuck, I really missed you.” His warm words contrasted the way he moved you around roughly, stripping your clothes off quickly along his as his hands found your waist, pulling your bare body on top of his. 

Jaemin’s back was pushed against the headboard, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead as he pulled you into a heated kiss on his lap. You reciprocated, smaller hands finding the way to his shoulders, scratching them harshly as he finally pushed into you completely. His moves were calculated yet eager, thrusting into you like his life depended on it – in a way, it did. He knew that if he messed up and ruined the moment, you’d probably decide to avoid him again. 

The thought began to plague him as he ran a hand up your waist, holding you in place as it moved towards the small of your back. He put pressure on your skin, pushing you as close as you could be to him, which made you shift. Jaemin’s mouth opened widely as a moan escaped him due to the added friction when you moved on top of him. 

The familiar feeling of his climax began to flood his mind as he continued to buck his hips into you, pushing his hard cock sloppily inside of your cunt, forcing your back to arch into him. He was so close, too close, when his mind began to run, replacing all of his worries with the overwhelming love he felt at the moment – he finally had his soulmate back.

Perking up, Jaemin leaned into your neck, offering small words of affection alongside his deep thrusts. “I’m so happy you’re back, I haven’t been able to do this without you.” You leaned away from him, nodding your head, “Me neither… I…” You struggled to speak as his pace grew harder, clenching around him in a way that had his mind reeling, “I… Wish this wasn’t the last time.” Jaemin’s hips faltered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he came to a stop. “W-what?” 

You frowned at the way his actions stilled, trying to initiate contact by grinding against him yet failing as his large hands moved back onto your hips, pulling you down onto him to stop you completely as well. “Jaemin, what are you doing-” “What do you mean last time?” His voice was frantic, along with his wide eyes that were trying to find yours. 

“Why did you stop-” “Y/n, please… What do you mean by last time?” The panic in his voice grew as he moved his face in an attempt to get closer to you. His feelings began to spread to you as you pushed yourself away from him, trying to further the distance. “I just… Well, you broke up with me so… We can’t do this again, you know?” You tried to appear calm and collected, yet the grip he had on your hips increased, and his breath grew uneven. 

When you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his head was shaking, small tears swelling in his eyes as he mindlessly sniffled. There was a flip in the atmosphere as he began to cry out, “Y/n… Baby please, you can’t do this. I-I love you… This can’t be the last time.” He was disheveled, holding your body as close as he could. Your arms that rested on his shoulders hesitantly moved until you weren’t touching him anymore. You weren’t hugging him back. The choked sobs he let out festered in the air as he held you tightly, your arms unsure of where to go. It felt like hell for Jaemin – maybe he was being punished for what he did to you, the ironic scene reminding him of when he refused to return your affection, taking it for granted and not realizing that he would be deprived of it for too long. 

“I thought you knew we… We weren’t going to get back together.” Your quiet words did nothing but tear his heart more, the finality in your tone feeling like a punch to his gut. It wasn’t until you began to shift uncomfortably that he noticed he was still inside of you, his hands not letting you go.

“I can show you, baby… I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Jaemin begged you to consider what he was saying, an anxious pit in his stomach forming when you didn’t respond. It was then that he finally moved again, this time gently as he shifted the both of you around until you were under him. 

You hummed lightly in surprise as his hips met yours again, his rough pace now completely replaced by softer movements when he leaned down into you, his face hovering right above yours, eyes drilling into your own. His lips met yours, passionate yet caring as his cock pushed in and out of you slowly. It was hard to act like you couldn’t hear the small I love you’s he muttered beneath his breath with every snap of his hips. One arm being used to balance on top of you, his other moved to your face, cupping your cheek.

The way he fucked you tenderly reminded you of when he’d come home from a long lecture, releasing his stress by making love to you. It was intimate, something you had forgotten about during the months you were apart. You tried to ignore the way tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with your own. You tried to ignore the way he held you closely as you both came. The hardest part to ignore was after, when he moved to lay next to you on the large mattress, holding you close how he used to when you were together. You missed it as much as he did, yet the weariness never faded as he cuddled into you, refusing to leave until you both fell asleep. 

Jaemin felt his world collapsing when he woke up to an empty bed, the lack of your warmth imminent. Your room was silent, the small chirps of a bird outside of the window providing the only noise he could hear as he stood up frantically, searching for you. You weren’t there, though, as he fell back into your bed, tears overwhelming him again. 

With labored steps, it took Jaemin an hour to find the effort to finally get up and leave your apartment. He took the familiar key from under your doormat, locking the door behind him. His movements were sluggish, similar to how he had felt ever since you slipped away from him the first time. 

It wasn’t until he finally reached his own home that he let himself go, tears falling rapidly as he threw himself onto his own bed, clutching the pillow on the right side of the mattress – what used to be your side. He had refused to even touch the pillow before, fearing the comforting scent of your perfume would disappear, yet now he couldn’t hold himself back, clutching the fabric in his arms as he tried his best to imagine it was you he was caressing. The pillow laid flat against him, resembling the way your arms draped next to you when he hugged you close for the last time, unreciprocated and cold.  

a/n: if any of you have read my other stories you’ll think i’m real repetitive bc i’ve overdoneeee the hell out of this trope it’s getting out of hand… that being said i might make a part 2 with a happy ending if the people ask for it :3

[pr3ttylittleslutt]

𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓒.𝓢

Pairing: Bf!Chris x Gf!black!reader

Summary: When Chris’s girlfriend gets his name tattooed on her ass

Cw: smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, profanity, p in v, dry humping, unprotected sex, pet names, pornography, dom!chris, sub!reader, ass slapping, hair pulling, name tattoos (duh) , BACKSHOTSS AYE.

I set my phone on Chris’s desk and bit record before calling for him to “ CHRIS” I yelled “YEAH” I hear him respond from upstairs sounds like he is in Matt’s room “CAN YOU COME DOWN HERE PLEASE” I reply before looking at the camera smiling nervously, soon enough I hear him open the door walking towards “Whats up babe” his lips come down on mine one hand going to squeeze my ass, I pull away when he notices the camera “Whats this about” he jerks his head to the phone “I have a surprise for you” i smiling looking up him “ouuuuuu a surprise” he sits on the couch waiting for me to show him his surprise. My hands grab the waistband of my sweatpants slowly pulling them down, Chris raise his eyebrows with a look of amusement on his face, I turn around so the little red tattoo on the side of my ass ‘Christopher’ in cursive. His eyes lit up turning around looking up at me “Your fucking lying” he practically jumps up off the couch “baby don’t play with me” he turns me around looking at it again “im not playing with you” I turn back around “do you like it?” He looks at me like I just asked him if the earth is round “Do I like it? Baby do I fucking like it? Are you seriously asking that? Ofc I fucking like it are you kidding me holy fuck” he huffs out grabbing my ass and pulling me in for another kiss, this one more heated than the other.

My hands grip unto his shirt tilting my head pulling him even closer to me, he taps my ass I gasp while he shoves his tongue in my mouth exploring every crook, cranny and crevice of my mouth. I moan into the kiss my brain getting fuzzy and clouded, I run my hands down his torso tugging on his shirt indicating that I wanted it off he pulls away looking down at me with a smirk before taking his shirt and helping me out my sweatpants pulling me into his lap on the couch behind us “Chris the camera” I say breathlessly “Leave it.” He says his mouth travel my jaw and neck I nod slightly enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my skin slowly grinding my hips down on him, he places his hands on my hips guiding my movements. I throw my head back as he kisses his way back up to my lips again.

“Mm just like that” he mumbles into the kiss before biting and tugging in my lower lip just hands still helping me grind on his crotch. I close my eyes focusing on pleasure he’s giving me, soon enough I feel the knot tightening in my stomach throwing my head back “Yeah you close princess?” I hum in response until I feel him stop my hips movements, I whine feeling the orgasm going away “lay on your back” I do as I’m told planting my feet on bed he moves in between my legs taking off my panties and throwing them across the room spreading my legs further apart, I buck my hips up impatiently waiting for him to touch me, he chuckles pressing feather like kisses all over my inner thighs slowly coming down to my core pressing a kiss on my clit I gasp as he start devouring my pussy (RIP that pussy ayeee) “Ah fuck Chris” my hands fly to his head my fingers tangling in his hair.

All you could hear was my moaning and him slurping up every single drop of my arousal. My orgasm builds up again this time a little bit stronger my legs clamp around his head “c-chris im g-gonna…fuck gonna c-cum” I breathe out he gums against me “go ahead ma cum all over my face” without wasting a second i release in his mouth the wave of pleasure crashing down on me, he moves his mouth up my body and captures my lips once again, he takes of my tank top and bra with ease as he flips me over on my stomach I hear him taking his pants and underwear off I look back to see him looking for something in his pocket. His phone. He props my hips up leaving me face down ass up as he slowly pushes his cock deep into my cunt “shit ma you’re so tight” he hisses slowly moving his hips, i then hear the clicking of his camera I look back at him to see him taking pics of my ass, specifically the tattoo of his name “Fuck you going around getting my name tatted on your ass…shit I swear I’m gonna marry you one day” my heart flutters at that statement. He picks up the pace practically slamming down into me my mouth hanging open little moans coming out every time he slams back into me, soon I feel him slapping my ass repeatedly the skin starting to burn deliciously “Yeahhh look at you, taking my cock so well with my name on your ass, it suits you baby” the knot in my stomach starts to form once again, im clenching down on him, I hear him hissing and grunting behind me “you gonna cum ma?” He questions me pulling my hair to look at my fucked out face that pretty sure is covered in sweat and my lace is probably lifting from him pulling on it, I give him a slight nod the words getting stuck in my throat. He lets go of my hair placing both his hands on my hips “cum for me baby let me feel you” my body starts convulsing as my orgasm washes over my entire body, as I’m coming down from the height I feel him shot his warm cum into my punani (im sorry I needed to) stilling inside me.

2 weeks later…

Chris just came back home, it’s been about two weeks since I got his name tattooed on me.

“Ok close your eyes and turn around I got something I want to show you” he says I can tell he’s excited by the way his voice sounds and the way he quite literally can’t stay still, I close my eyes I hear rustling behind me think about it could be he has up his sleeves “Okai you can turn around now” I turn to face him opening my eyes, he’s shirtless before me I eye his body until they stop on his chest, the plastic covering the elegant writing in red in his left pec (that sentence makes absolutely no sense but u get it). Its my name. I look at his face feeling my heart swelling I run up to him wrapping arms around his neck kissing him passionately “you like it?” He question between kisses I pull away looking at him “are you serious? Ofc I love it what you didn’t have to do that, I mean you don’t even have any other tattoos” i reply feeling a overwhelming sense of joy, he just got my name tattooed on him. On the left side of his chest. Where his heart is. I swear there’s is no man I’ll ever need beside him, he looks down at me a devious smirk across his lips “why don’t you show me how much you like it hm?” I look at him with the same smirk pulling him to my bedroom.

Dividers by: @issysh3ll

AN: I feel like this was lil short but eh

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[jd-loves-fiction]

Second req (pls take your time ofc, I'm just writing these down so I don't forget)

Same platonic dynamic. Boothill, Blade, Aventurine and Argenti being visited by reader's mother at night (she is a ghost) who thanks them for taking care of her child

🌑pull up a chair you basically live in my inbox by now 😭😭

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Thinks his systems are failing

Even considers that maybe the doctors did sneak a chip into his brain after all

Genuinely thinks he's tweaking for a second, and honestly still might by the end of the exchange

But he listens to the woman dutifully when she announces herself as your mother

Doesn't say a thing for a while after she's done because he's still processing it all

But once he's done he swears to her that he will continue to do as he has, just as he had already sworn to himself long ago

Still doesn't fully understand if any of what he just experienced is real, but it wouldn't change how he acted whether or not it was real

Doesn't tell you about it

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Being a Xianzhou native, he's used to spirits - as used as anyone could be

Still freaks the fuck out inside for a second

Before remembering that him being alive and (mostly) sane is about as likely as a benign ghost, so he decides to hear her out

Doesn't feel like he deserves such praise but admires your mother's determination - all this just to thank him and he's so ready to just brush it aside

Of course he doesn't tell her that, just thanks her softly and takes a bow, vowing to continue taking care of you

The vow is more for her than him, because he was already set on continuing to protect even before she showed up

Will eventually tell you, just needs to sit with the memory for a bit

✦ 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦

His first thought is what in the fu--

Then he remembers what happened in Penacony and quickly calms down

What the hell, sure💀

When she reveals who she is, he starts believing her for real - who would even know about his attachment to you in order to trick him like this?

Doesn't feel as if he deserves the praise at all, feels as if he could've done so much more-- should've done so much more to keep you from going down the exact same road as he

If only he'd worked a little harder, the slavers would've never gotten hold of you and no one would ever have to suffer as he did

But the raw honesty of the woman's voice gets to him and he feels his eyes burning slightly, thinking about if the roles had been reversed

And quickly shuts that down, doesn't swear to her out loud that he'll continue to look out for you but the look in his eyes says enough

Tells you about it later in a jokey tone - you can't tell if he's lying or not

✦ 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢 ✦

This guy just goes along with whatever Idrila throws at him, so yeah, ghost mom, sure

Ready to start his good ol' beauty speech, until she mentions your name

He's never sat so still in his life, listening intently

Dismisses the praise easily and tells her that it's just his duty, it's what he swore he'd do already

His heart aches for all you had to go through and he admires your mother greatly for going so far just to thank him

Takes a knee and swears that he'll keep you safe as he continues his mission - there's always space for you by his side

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Loving That Sweet Surrender

Request: Breeding kink & Roy Roy Kent x Reader 1k words (I can't write anything short to save my life) Warnings: Established relationship (married), breeding kink (ofc), talk about birth control/condoms (and not using them), unprotected sex

Roy never planned on having kids. Not really. Between Phoebe and the Greyhounds, he felt like he had enough children in his life. As his wife, you were on a similar page; you were open to the idea, but you definitely weren’t pushing for it. So, the two of you agreed: if it happened, it happened, but you weren’t necessarily trying.

And Roy was fine with that. Really, he was. Until the night you volunteered to watch Beard’s kid so he and Jane could have a date night.

It was a weird month; you were off your birth control for a month, for the first time since your wedding. Not that that could stop Roy Kent. After all, that’s what condoms were for. In the sense that Roy couldn’t keep his hands off you, nothing had really changed.

Except that he found himself staring at you, wondering what it would be like to fill you up, see everything seep out of you. Imagining what you’d look like pregnant. Picturing you with his baby in your arms. Imagining what kind of mother you’d be.

He fucking liked it.

And now, watching you coo over baby Beard, his imagination was going into overdrive. By the time Beard came to collect his kid and thank you profusely, Roy thought he was going to explode.

“What’s up with you?” you asked with a smirk. You bent down to pick up the blanket you’d laid down for the baby to play on. “Been quieter than usual tonight.”

From his spot on the couch, Roy stared intently at your backside. “Just… thinking,” he hummed. He reached out and gave your ass a squeeze.

Immediately recognizing that tone, you straightened up, smiling as you folded the blanket. “Thinking about what?” You kept your voice light, pretending you weren’t immediately turned on by Roy’s simple touch.

“Fucking you.”

Warmth spread under every inch of skin. Sometimes, Roy’s blunt straightforwardness could be off-putting. But when it came to what he wanted sexually, that brusqueness was a complete turn-on.

“Well,” you hummed, setting the blanket on the couch and climbing onto your husband’s lap, appreciating the growing bulge that greeted your clothed core. “Why don’t I go to the room and grab a-”

Roy shook his head, grabbing the back of your neck with that familiar gentle roughness. “Don’t want to use a rubber.” He pulled you close to whisper in your ear, “I want to fill you up.” He slowly bucked up to you. “Bet you’d look so cute carrying my baby.”

His gruff words pulsed through your body. You bit your lip and raised your eyebrows at Roy. “You sure?” you whispered, fighting a losing battle with a smile. “You want a baby?”

He nodded, rolling his hips again. “Only if you do,” he murmured. His deft fingers found the edge of your shirt, tugging upwards. “Want to try, at least.”

“Then let’s try.”

Roy’s hands were lightning, ripping off your clothes. With your help, his own joined yours on the floor the next instant. A sharp gasp slipped past your lips as you sank down onto his cock, realizing how much you’d missed the feeling of Roy inside you like this. His harsh moan told you he was thinking the same thing.

“Fuck,” he grunted, setting a steady pace as you bounced on him. “Feels so damn perfect, babe.”

All you could do was nod and grip his chest, that thick curly hair so soft between your fingers. A whine slipped past your lips as you felt Roy throb inside you, bringing a smirk to his face. He loved seeing you like this, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed as you tried to hang on to any semblance of control or composure.

Deciding that he needed to see you lose more of that composure, Roy reached down to press his thumb to your clit. When your body jerked in response, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Not that you minded; no, you were too busy rolling your hips over his, your cunt begging him to thrust deeper, harder. When he felt your walls begin to flutter, Roy did exactly that. He brought both hands to your hips, mercilessly fucking you, watching your body writhe on top of his.

“You going to come for me?” he panted, gritting his teeth. “Thinking about my cum filling you up? Imagining how it’ll feel deep inside that pussy? How it’ll feel when I get you pregnant?”

All you could do was nod and moan, not sure if you were more desperate for your own climax or Roy’s. The only thing you knew was that his cock was twitching against your walls, threatening to spill everything your husband had into your increasingly pulsing cunt.

“Roy,” you managed to gasp, nails digging into his furry chest, trying to anchor you to reality. Stars appeared in your vision as something inside you broke. With something between a whine and a moan slipping past your lips, you felt yourself spasm around Roy’s cock, your wetness creating a mess where your bodies connected.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him, along with the heavenly sight of your eyes rolling back, sent Roy over the edge right after you. He thrust harder, knowing he’d owe you some cuddling and romance later on to make up for his roughness, and flooded you with his cum. You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to be sure, but you thought another climax overcame you when you felt Roy’s cum spill into you, your pussy desperately milking him in response.

For a moment, everything was moans and sticky bodies and sloppy kisses planted carelessly and not knowing whose pulse was whose. Finally, the two of you stilled, forehead to forehead, gasping into each other’s still open mouths. An exhausted smile crossed Roy’s face as he brushed your wild hair off your damp forehead.

“Still want to go grab a condom?” he teased, cock twitching inside you, signaling that the night was only beginning for the two of you.

You shook your head, already squirming from the feeling of being so fucking full and wanting more. “I don’t think we’ll ever use one again,” you whispered, leaning forward to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Roy chuckled against your mouth. “I like the sound of that.”

[harukyuu2]

Hii! I hope you're doing well! I saw your wind breaker with a childhood friend and I loved your writing! Could you write how the Furin first years would react when seeing fem.reader beating up a couple of guys causing trouble? Like, she would be pretty strong and beautiful, also really good at fighting. It could be a scenario or headcanons, whatever's best for you ^^

"Hold my purse, i'm gonna kick their asses!" - Furin first years x Fem!reader

!! - Fluff, headcanons !!, some of them can be a little ooc since im not sure how good i can write them, established relationship but first months of it (?? - small revision only

୨୧ - As you were walking to meet your s/o, your ears caught a weird sound coming from one of the valleys. As you walked over, you saw some guys threatening a girl against a wall— and you werent about to let her down! With no one else around to help, you went in alone, taking a deep breath and hoping the outfit you just put on wouldnt get ruined… or else you were going to kick their asses again once they're unconcious!

୨୧ - Haruka Sakura

❥ This man thought for a moment you werent coming at all, maybe you had something more important to do. But still, he started walking outside of the Cafe looking for you

❥ When he heard a harsh thump and saw that you beated up like four men alone?? , he wont admit it but it made him fall more for you than he already did

❥ He would probably rush to you and start lecturing you on why you shouldnt fight without asking for Furin's help— that its their job after all! But the way his eyes scan your body tells you everything… he's worried about you

❥ If your hair gets messy or your clothes a little dirty, he doesnt mind that much—youre still pretty, so he doesnt see the problem. If you start whining about a broken nail, he's not too sure what to do, but he might make a quick stop to buy you a bandaid and then grab your hand to make you feel better shut up!

❥ He would probably ask you for a fight, he just has that thing of loving to challenge strong people and not seeing it weird... Still, just give him a kiss to shut him up adding a small punch to his arm and you win tbh

❥ Would offer you a piece of his food to make you feel better and not guilty of making him wait. Please notice HE is sharing HIS FOOD, that just shows love!!

୨୧ - Hayato Suo

❥ This man worried so much that you werent coming by now, or even texting him back :( The moment a minute passed, the moment he went out looking for you

❥ He was walking towards the street you usually get distracted by the stray cats, but he stopped in his tracks recognizing your voice with another girl in one of the valleys

❥ The scene unfolding in front of him was honestly amusing to him and piqued his curiosity— a girl sobbing into your shoulder while you comforted her, and a group of men lying on the floor? Was that… your handiwork?

❥ He walked up to you and smiled gently, asking if you two were okay! He has zero shame, so he probably grabbed your hands to check them, maybe sneaking in a caress here and there while scolding you for not telling him you were about to pick a fight. You left your boyfriend scared! He also checked on the other girl— just not touchy as he is with you ofc

❥ When the girl thanked you two, probably exchanged her socials with you and leaved, damnnn, expect a wave of teasing from Suo. No matter how you respond, he'll find a way to twist it back into teasing until youre pouting. Then, with that smug grin of his, he'll say he doesnt want to pick a fight with you, so you should calm down!

❥ If youre sad that your hair got messy, he's instantly brushing it for you. If your outfit got a little wrinkled, he would fix it with his hands! maybe a little squeeze here and there to annoy you.. and if any of your nails got broken, he would offer to pay an appointment with a nail salon for you— Basically he would treat you the rest of the date since you amused him and because you need it after a fight <3

୨୧ - Mitsuki Kiryu

❥ He sent you more than 300 messages and stickers, lets not even mention the calls. He usually goes with you to make sure your date goes safely, but this is the first—and probably last—time he lets you walk alone, knowing how dangerous the streets can be at this hour. Yeaahh, maybe he's exaggerating a little. He'll let you walk alone again… probably. But still, he feels a little guilty that something could had happened to you

❥ Once he searches for you and founds you on a dirty valley being thanked by a girl while the floor has fainted mans on it, he isnt too surprised— he knows he choosed a strong and pretty girlfriend! Still, he feels kinda guilty that he wasnt there for you...

❥ Baby goes to check on you two quickly and pats your head saying you made a good job, but of course scolds you saying that you should warn him about this situations, he wants to take care of you too!

❥ You two walked the girl to her house making sure she gets there safely and then finally started having your date! He would get you to buy accesories, clothes or something you want if youre grumbling about the fight ruining your outfit— he wants to see you happy <3

❥ Probably ended in the arcade to get plushies and play some of the games, Kiryu loves them and also loves you so its the perfect plan! It wont be easy getting a win against him tho, but atleast he reassures you with plushies

❥ To be honest, it was one of the best dates—you got lots of praise, playful teasing, and even some gifts from him. Sure, you also got scolded for not telling him you were about to fight, but hey! You saved a girl! Definitely a day you two will remember for a long time

୨୧ - Nirei Akihiko

❥ Panics the first five minutes of you dissapearing and without thinking too much just starts running around looking for you, no matter what situation you are in, he will go for you!

❥ Once he founds you on a valley?? with like four men laying on the floor?? AND A GIRL HUGGING YOU LIKE YOU JUST SAVED HER LIFE?? The poor boy is going through seven different emotions and at the same time thinking he has to fill more your part in his journal

❥ He rushes towards you and starts asking you million of questions in a milisecond: "Are you okay?" "Youre hurt?" "did you beat up those guys?" "Where did you learn to fight?" "Oh, youre hair looks pretty! you used the conditioner you told me, right?" His mind is rushing just like his words, but calms down once you squeeze his shoulders

❥ He probably invites you to eat but can't help feeling a little guilty, unsure if he could've protected you the same way you did for that girl. You'll have to reassure him—just a little—to lift his mood up for now

❥ I cant unsee this relationship like "Sir, he asked for no pickles" type of thingy and i love ittt, once Nirei gets over his feeling of guilt he admires you so much that he sometimes doesnt know how he pulled you, youre on his mind 24/7 <3

୨୧ - Taiga Tsugeura

❥ Man said that if you didnt appear the moment he ends his ab crunches he would start looking out for you, and so he did! it was kinda scary for the people on the street seeing such a big guy running like his life depend on it, but atleast he is from Furin so no big problem!

❥ While you reassured the girl, she probably got scared seeing a big guy running toward you two— but quickly turned confused when he accidentally kicked one of the unconscious men, muttered a quick "sorry," and then suddenly softened up, asking if you were okay and telling you that you missed him doing twenty ab crunches!

❥ He probably apologized for not being here to you two and then suddenly told you that this is your virtue! being a strong and pretty girl who saves other girls!

❥ This man got obsessed with the idea of his girlfriend being strong! He'd start ranting about workout routines you could try at the gym, maybe even recommending proteins you might like. Oh! And dont forget—you need a good balance of food too! Yeah, he got pretty excited about the idea of you being strong

❥ Still, he would tell you that you dont need to fight all the time since he is there for you and would remark it if you start whining of your outfit getting messy

୨୧ - Kyotaro Sugishita

❥ He thought for a moment you were showing up later as a revenge because last time he accidentally overslept for five minutes, but still decided to look out for you just in case he was wrong

❥ When he found you after beating some guys up?? he was stressed and mad. Not at you— of course, but at those guys! such scumbags making stressful situations for nothing.

❥ Sugishita is still learning about all this couple thingy, but atleast he goes to ask if youre ok and tries to reassure you giving a weird squeeze to your shoulder— its a start!

❥ He doesnt directly mention that your hair got a little messy on the fight, in his eyes youre still pretty so no need to mention it. But, if you bring it to the conversation— he'll probably find a way to fix it and give you a cute hairstyle, Tsubakino always gives nice tips to him about it!

❥ Probably bringed you a handmade gift from his grandma since she's supportive ofc but got a little scrunched up when he was walking faster than usual to find you...

[hannahbarberra162]

Pipe Dreams (Yan Childhood Friend Sabo x Reader)

I got this as an ask so long ago and lost it but I do have a screenshot of it. Here's the prompt:

This is not entirely what you asked for Nonnie but I hope it scratches your itch. It's a little light on the Yan but I hope you can see where it's going :3

On Ao3

TW: abusive husband mentioned (not Sabo ofc)

WC: ~4.5k

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“Hurry!” you yelled at the servants rushing down the hall to the small steel doors at the back of the large hall. You were trying to move them as quickly as you could before the Revolutionary Army found them and conscripted them to service - or worse. You had a crying child in your arms as you ran towards the doors, the mother carrying the younger sibling towards the safety of the escape hatch. There was no doubt in your mind that you needed all the servants behind the impenetrable doors in the bunker. They’d be safe in there and if they needed to, they could take the tunnel to the cove where you kept a ship in case of such emergencies.

Your husband didn’t know about these contingency plans, of course. He would tell you that spending money on servants was a waste and that they could fend for themselves should any kind of crisis arise. But you couldn’t reconcile that idea with the people who took care of you and your estate every single day. They were people with emotions, feelings, families, just like you. Not that you said any of this to your husband, he would have beat you for such outlandish ideas. 

No, you just waited until he was drunk and raided his vault of Beri and jewels. Since that happened every day he was at the estate, you were able to amass quite a bit of money for renovations in case of attack. He was also often absent from the estate, off with other nobles drinking, gambling, and whoring. You didn’t mind that he sought out other women, it kept him from bothering you. In fact, you strongly preferred when he was gone, the air on the estate was much less tense than when he was present. 

Since you’d become a noble’s wife, you’d heard endless tales of what happened to those islands unfortunate enough to have their estates ransacked by pirates or the Revolutionary Army. The nobles always focused on the looting of riches, the burning of the estates and the loss of property but you found the fortune of the servants to be the most horrific of all. Your husband had told you that noble servants were taken as front line cannon fodder by the Revolutionary Army whereas pirates would sell them directly into the slave trade. It was said that noble women would be taken as concubines for Commanders in the best of cases or whores for the army if they were too mouthy. When you had first taken up the mantle of being in charge of your husband’s estate in his absence you decided that protecting those who depended on you would be your primary goal and no one would come to harm while working under your supervision.

Even though you were born of a noble family yourself, you never felt like you fit in with noble society, even as a child. Maybe it had something to do with being the fourth daughter born to your parents. By the time you were born they already had three perfect noble daughters to marry off later in life. You were brash, wild, and difficult to control unlike your golden sisters. Your parents were also much older when they had you, there was a considerable gap between you and your next sister. All in all, that meant you were often left to your own devices as a child, allowed to roam free in the Goa Kingdom. You’d had the time of your life until your parents married you off - too young in your opinion - and your childhood had come to an abrupt end. 

As you learned via your husband’s vicious fist to acclimate yourself to noble society as an adult, you found yourself reflecting on your childhood more and more as the years crept by. You would catch yourself staring at the forest on your lonely island, wondering how your childhood friends were doing, if they were well. When you did have the rare chance to leave your island estate, you quickly learned to keep your prior adventures to yourself. The women turned up their noses to you and the men found you crude and distasteful. 

Even though you’d felt stifled by the snobby and suffocating noble society, you hadn’t spent most of your time within the confines of your familial home. You enjoyed sneaking out of your parent’s estate and playing all day long in the woods, coming home only when you completely ran out of food or needed some kind of supply. Your parents and governesses had tried various means of locking you in your rooms but they’d never been able to keep you inside, your desire for adventure too strong to be overcome by mere locks.

And those adventures most often included your friends Ace, Luffy, and Sabo. You’d met the brothers one day when you and Ace had both aimed for the same tiger to kill for food, your spear shoved through its skull as Ace’s pipe struck it on the head. You believed it was yours, Ace said it was his, and the two of you were wrestling in the dirt with Luffy cheering Ace on in the background. Sabo had intervened in the fight, breaking it up by forcing the two of you apart by nudging you with his lead pipe as you sat on Ace’s chest, punching him.

“Wait, Ace. What’s going on here? This girl’s a noble, she’ll be nothing but trouble,” the blonde boy asked, looking you up and down suspiciously. You spat blood on the ground and crossed your arms. How did he figure it out? Sure, you were wearing a dress but a lot of girls did, that wasn’t enough to have him mark you as a noble.

“So’re you, doesn’t mean anything,” you countered, annoyed that he’d stopped the fight while you had the upper hand.

“Am not! These are my brothers,” he huffed, pointing to the other two boys. They were obviously not blood brothers, the blonde so different looking than his siblings.

“Are too! Look at your stupid hat and cravat. You’re definitely a noble,” you teased, sticking out your tongue. You were a head taller than either of the two older boys and guessed you were a few years older. Still, being a petulant brat was more fun than taking the higher ground any day.

“Well, that string of expensive beads around your neck shows that you’re one too!” the blonde said, sticking his tongue back out at you. The other two brunette boys were now just watching the exchange, though the older of the two was gripping his own lead pipe now and frowning at you. Looking down, you realized you were still wearing the stupid jewelry that your mother had forced on you earlier that day. Shrugging, you reached behind your neck and unclasped the necklace to pool it in your palm. Extending it to the oldest dark haired boy, you offered it to him.

“Want this?” you asked, genuinely disinterested in the fate of the necklace. The boy eyed it warily. He was scuffed and bleeding from your earlier fight but didn’t pay much attention to his wounds.

“It looks like Dadan’s!” the smaller boy said excitedly, reaching for the necklace. His older brother narrowed his eyes and smacked the boy’s hand away from your own. 

“ ‘M Ace. Gimme this and you can have the tiger,” he said, grabbing the necklace quickly. 

“But then what will we eat?” whined the young boy while he rubbed his stomach. Ace shrugged.

“We’re good hunters, we can find something else Luffy. She can have it since she won’t be able to get anything else probably,” Ace derided you with a smirk. You saw red as you grabbed him by the front of his ugly tank top.

“Won’t be able to get anything else probably? What the fuck -”

“Oooh she said a bad word, Sabo’s gonna be mad,” Luffy said with a grin, pointing at you.

“Sabo? Like, Outlook and Didit’s son? I heard you died. That’s what all the adults were whispering about the last time I was home,” you said with confusion, letting go of Ace’s shirt. Coming up to study the blonde’s face, you squinted as you looked him over.

“You seem pretty alive to me. Unless you’re a ghost or something,” you mused, rubbing your chin. 

“Sabo’s a ghost?!?” cried Luffy, clutching his face in horror.

“ ‘M not a ghost, idiot,” Sabo scoffed at Luffy. Turning to you, he sized you up as well. “So they think I’m dead?” he asked curiously. You shrugged, getting your paring knife from your pack.

“Dunno, didn’t stick around too long to listen, I had stuff to do. Got stuff to do now too - if you guys help me skin this thing I’ll share the meat. ‘S too much for me and I don’t like wasting food,” you said offhand. The truth was skinning was your least favorite part of the meat preparation process and you wanted to trick them into doing it for you. 

“I’ll do it!!” Luffy offered, reaching for the knife. His arm extended past what he should have been able to reach, making your eyes widen.

“Uh…is that normal?” you asked, turning to Sabo as you smacked Luffy’s hand away from you. It retracted like a rubber band, snapping back to Luffy. You knew you were a sheltered noble kid but even so you were pretty sure regular people couldn’t turn their arms into rubber. It was Sabo’s turn to shrug as he replied.

“For Luffy it is. Let him do this part, we can start the fire.” 

One tiger meat meal later and you became friends with the three brothers. You spent your days adventuring in the forest with them, hunting and exploring what the world had to offer. They taught you to fight using a lead pipe and in return you taught them some of your fishing techniques. They never made fun of you for being a noble but occasionally teased you for being a girl or being unable to stand up to pee. You didn’t mind though, you could tell it was good natured, unlike when your sisters told you that you were ugly or stupid like a wild animal. You started returning home more frequently to raid the pantry and storage for things the brothers needed or wanted for their tree house. It was harder to sneak out with coils of rope or entire dried hams but it was worth it to sleep in a pile with your friends under the night sky, finally feeling loved and wanted for once in your short life. 

As you spent more time with the brothers, you found yourself gravitating towards Sabo. You shared a lot in common with him and felt the closest connection to him emotionally. You told him about life with your sisters and parents and he shared a little about his own home life. He was funny and cute, and could be sweet when he wanted to be. One night as Ace and Luffy laid in a pile snoring by the fire, you and Sabo were the only two left awake under the stars. The two of you sat side by side in silence and stared into the flames, each of you with your own thoughts.

“Maybe when I get older I could marry you and we could live in the forest. I wouldn’t have to live in a stupid castle or go to boring dinner parties and we could have fun instead,” you said quietly, breaking the silence. Sabo didn’t turn his head or answer for a few moments of silence, making your face flame in embarrassment. You wrapped your arms around your shins, hugging them close, putting your chin on the tops of your knees.

“I was just jok-” you started to say, trying to take it back before he could make fun of you.

“Ok,” Sabo answered, now looking at you. The left side of his face looked like it was covered in flames as the fire light danced over his skin.

“O-ok?” you stuttered in surprise, unwrapping your arms from your shins.

“I don’t plan on going back to my family ever. But if you need to marry someone, I want it to be me,” Sabo said, standing on his knees to put his hands on your shoulders. You mirrored his stance and were now both on your knees with hands on each other's shoulders, looking into each other’s faces.

“Do you promise?” you whispered as Sabo stared at your face.

“I do. But let’s get married now so we don’t have to wait,” Sabo said, nodding his head as if in agreement with himself.

“How do we do that?” you asked, unsure what the process of marriage actually entailed.

“All we have to do is kiss on the lips, that’s what adults do. I read in a book once that a promise borne in flames is a promise forever kept, so we can do it by the fire to make it permanent,” Sabo said, cupping his hands on your cheeks. You nodded, your eyes on his lips. You’d never kissed anything besides your cat’s head before, you weren’t sure what to do but Sabo seemed to know so you let him lead.

He used his hands to pull you closer to his body as his eyes closed. It seemed like the thing to do so you scrunched yours shut as well and leaned in while pushing your lips into a circle. Your pursed lips made contact with his own for a few seconds before he pulled away. It was a little weird feeling, a little slimy, but you felt something right settle over your shoulders as Sabo looked into your eyes again. 

“You don’t have to go back home now or marry anyone else. We’re married,” Sabo said solemnly. You nodded back at him, sitting down on your butt again. Sabo did the same but this time you leaned your head against his shoulder. It was a heady feeling to get married under the stars but shortly thereafter you fell asleep on your new husband as he watched the fire die down. 

Unfortunately, life didn’t remain as idyllic as it was during your time with the ASL brothers. Shortly thereafter, Sabo died in a boating accident, and your parents had you married off to a noble fifteen years your senior a few weeks later. They said that since they couldn’t control you, they found someone who could. Your will to defy his orders eventually diminished as the years went on, your battered and bruised body unable to take continuous abuse. After you were married you weren’t able to keep in contact with Ace and Luffy, stuck by yourself in your isolated island estate. Your only source of information was what your husband told you or the old newspapers he’d leave behind in his office but those were months if not years out of date. You stopped trying to escape after your husband broke your leg after the third attempt and settled into a depressing life as a noble lady, putting your energy into improving the lives of those around you.

Which meant that you had to get everyone through the metal doors before the Revolutionary Army found them. You heard the sounds of fighting and yelling as the guards closest to your hall were engaged by the Army combatants. Although the guards were brave and dutiful, you’d seen the ship the RA had come in on and heard the tales of their strength - your friends would be no match for the revolutionaries. You had begged the guards to join the servants and leave the island but they had refused, preferring to fight the incoming intruders.

“We must hurry! Engage the doors!” you yelled at the elderly men working the metal doors. They began the slow process of sealing the room as servants continued to flood through. You were glad you’d ordered them to start since the fighting sounded like it was right outside the door to the hall. Handing off the child in your arms to one of your maids, you grabbed a lead pipe leaning against one of the cream colored walls and began running towards the entry point to the hall.

“My Lady! You must -” your closest servant Isla called to you as you ran towards the locked entry doors. 

“Get everyone through to safety. Once the last of you are in, do not open the door. Not for any reason - no matter what you hear! Do you understand me?” you yelled at a pale faced Isla.

“Y-yes, milady,” she said as the banging on the door grew louder, the wooden beam across it beginning to bow. Facing the door, you held your pipe in two hands and lowered yourself to ready, just like Ace had taught you all those years ago. You hadn’t fought in a long time but your body retained some of the muscle memory as you crouched down. Although you kept your face hard, you were quaking inside. Whoever was on the other side of the door was incredibly strong, the wood barrier creaking under the strain that they were putting on it. You imagined there would be at least a dozen fighters who would take you right there - or if you were unlucky make an example out of you. 

“Milady, everyone is in, please -” but Isla’s voice was drowned out by the wood beam shattering, sending wood shavings all over the floor and yourself.

“CLOSE THE DOORS ISLA!” you screamed at her, still facing the opponents you couldn’t yet see. If the gate didn’t close, everything you had worked for would be for naught. The telltale sound of the metal door banging shut and the latch locking in place had you exhaling slightly now that all your servants were hidden and safe. The only person who was left was you and you’d come to terms with your own mortality long ago. Squaring your shoulders, you held your pipe out in front of you as you waited for your enemies to approach.

The ornate wooden doors in front of you opened slowly as the locks gave way. Only one person seemed to be emerging from the smoke and carnage beyond the doors. Your hands tightened around your pipe - if there was only one person they were incredibly strong to have defeated all those guards and broke through the doors by themselves. As the man passed into the light, you saw a familiar top hat and cravat. This time though, they weren’t on the body of a child but on a full grown man. 

“S-sabo?” you whispered, half dropping your pipe to the ground. You picked it back up quickly - this was no time for a reunion with a ghost. Sabo was dead and whoever stood in front of you was not your childhood friend but an enemy who came to hurt your people. His eyes opened wider, though one was covered in scar tissue from an old wound.

“C-come no further - there’s nothing for you here!” you yelled, twirling your pipe in your hands. You noticed he held his own lead pipe in his left hand, though his had blood dripping onto your floor. 

“Yes, I saw you left the vaults open before we even breached the walls. Quite a strategy,” the man replied calmly. You stiffened and gripped your pipe so tight your knuckles were white.

“If it's riches you want, they’re all there. The kitchens are open, as are the food stores and stables. Th-there’s nothing else in the estate,” you hissed, watching the man warily. He was walking around you in a narrowing circle, staring at you as though you were a missing piece of a puzzle. You gulped but didn’t run - you didn’t want to lead him to the location of your servants. 

“And your servants? Your slaves?” he asked, now too close for your comfort. You were breathing heavily not from exertion but from fear. You were spinning in place to keep yourself facing him at all times as he walked casually around you, assessing you from head to foot.

“We have no slaves, only servants. They’re safe, away from you,” you hissed as the man drew closer. 

“Did you let them run away? Or did you have them killed in advance?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“Wh-what? N-no! How could you say such a thing? They’re gone, they’re safe, like I told you!” you said, aghast that someone could think to do such things. The man continued to stare hard at your face. 

“So that I understand, allow me to recapitulate. It is only you, the lady of the estate who remains, while your servants and staff have been ferried to safety? And we are free to take any of your wealth, food, or animals as we please?” he asked, now touching a priceless vase still on a shelf with a gloved hand. Tilting it onto its side with a finger, he watched your face as he tipped it over to the floor, shattering the porcelain. You didn’t bat an eye but kept your sights - and pipe - trained on him.

“Yes, because I know what you’d do to them. You would -”

“Let me guess. You were told they’d be taken to the RA as slaves and sent to the front lines as to die in battle. Maybe that we’d hunt them for sport, taking you as a whore for any RA commander who chose to use you. Does that summarize the matter?” he asked.

“Y-yes. And I won’t let that happen to them. You can take me - I’ll submit myself. But you will not be sacrificing my people for a fight that is not their own,” you said. Stepping over the shattered pieces of vase on the floor, he stopped circling and walked straight towards you. You crouched lower but the man used a single finger to push your pipe down past your chest while you struggled against him.

“That’s not what would happen. We free them. They’re free to leave and start new lives or join the Army if they so choose,” he stated, reaching for you. You flinched out of reflex but quickly adjusted yourself as the man frowned.

“I know what you’re doing,” you stated, no closer to righting your pipe than you were previously.

“Oh? And what would that be?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“You’re trying to trick me, have me lower my defenses and tell you where everyone is. It’s not going to happen,” you said, swiping your pipe to the side away from his finger. With it free, you swung it to the side to hit the man across the head but he grabbed it and took the pipe out of your hands as easily as if you were a child, throwing it across the room beyond your reach. 

“It can be difficult to adjust after a lifetime of lies and propaganda,” he said calmly, not making any more movements towards you. “We save people from upper class brutality, not bring them to harm. We don’t even kill the nobles whose houses we raid. We take your money and belongings, free your workers, and leave you to your own devices. I’m sure most of you wish you were dead with no money and no servants, but we try to avoid killing people. Come with me and I’ll show you,” he said, offering his arm like an upper class gentleman would for an evening stroll.

“You’re - you’re trying to confuse me, but it won’t work! That’s why you dressed up like him, I just know it!” you yelled, taking a step backwards. The man’s eyes snapped to your own as he stepped forward.

“Like who?” he asked, his tone icy. You shivered under the intensity of his gaze as his eyes bored into your own. He already had you alone and unarmed, you might as well speak your mind.

“I-it doesn’t matter. Like someone from my childhood -”

“WHO,” he demanded, his hands reaching to grip your upper arms in an iron vice.

“S-sabo,” you said quietly, scared he was going to backhand you or shake you like your husband had so many times before. His grip and eyes softened but he didn’t let you go. There was no sound other than that of your harsh breaths as the man held you in place. After a moment, he began to speak softly.

“I - that’s me. I’m Sabo. I don’t - I can only remember part - I was in -”

“You’re not Sabo! He died!” you cried out, tears filling your eyes. You’d cried for months over his death and to hear someone lying about being him was too distressing to listen to. Ace didn’t like cry babies, he’d told you many times, but you couldn’t help but cry for your lost friend and husband. You tried to pull your arm away so you could run from this imposter.

“A promise borne in flames -” Sabo started to say, one of his gloved hands rising to cup your face.

“Is a promise forever kept,” you finished, a tear falling down your cheek. You wailed as you began crying in earnest, wrapping your arms around his torso. Clutching him towards you he put his hands around your back, patting your back gently. 

“S-Sabo, I th-thought you d-died,” you cried into his stupid cravat, the same ugly kind he’d always worn. He pulled your face gently off his chest, his hands spanning your face as he looked into your eyes.

“I don’t remember everything but some of it is coming back to me. I - we got married, right?” he asked tenderly, thumbs sweeping over your cheeks. You laughed through a hiccup.

“Yeah, we did. Sorry, I got re-married,” you joked with a small smile, motioning to the mansion you currently lived in. Sabo chuckled, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Did you keep in contact with Ace and Luffy? I’ve thought about all of you so many times and I -” you started to get excited, eager to hear news about the other two brothers. Sabo’s face had a faraway look as he avoided your question.

“C’mon, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about what happened,” he stated, pulling you towards the broken door by your arm. You stalled, trying to get some more time to think for a moment. You didn’t like your island estate and you certainly didn’t love or like your husband but after all those years, you didn’t know Sabo either. You didn’t think Sabo would do something terrible to you but you’d heard so many horror stories about the RA that you didn’t want to verify for truth first hand. 

“Wh - I - Sabo, this is all a lot. You can take whatever you need or want from this shithole, but I thought you said you leave -” Sabo cut you off by picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. As kids, you’d been a head taller than Sabo but now he was the taller one - and much stronger besides.

“I’m not losing you again. You’re coming with me,” he said with finality, striding towards the open doors. 

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[centrally-unplanned]

I certainly don't think I have the Hot Goss pinned down on this, so I am not super-confident in this to caveat, but anyway:

but I honestly don't see how any sort of durable policy change could be accomplished this way. Anything substantive he could do this way could be rolled back by the next president and presumably would be if it was unpopular

This is imo a sketchy model to project onto politicians - everything they do can be rolled back by the next administration. You can't escape that so it doesn't shape you all that much. And meanwhile "what is popular and unpopular in levels that are relevant" is quite opaque, certainly 4 years away from the election. Most administrations structurally understand that they are going to do some mix of "appeasing the voters" and "pursuing their agenda" and future predictions just aren't gonna be solid on any of it. This is why you see massive attacks on USAID (something with minimal domestic constituencies) but Trump emphasizing no cuts to Medicare. That is the "play" they are making.

From that I think the Trump admin is not only willing to eat some heat from voters for priority goals, I think almost all admins are. Additionally, you don't need much to get "their electoral victory has made the Trump Team overly hubristic when it comes to electoral success and they are drinking their own kool-aid on how polling is useless", that is an error too common to mention.

He could destroy a lot of institutional expertise, but I don't think "wreck the federal civil service" is a likely policy goal for him.

On this I agree in a general sense. He isn't a libertarian after all, Trump generally wants to expand the government. Though I do think there are coalitional things at play where X% of this is some form of "wreck the government/own the libs", but we can set that aside.

Re: the two plans, for the first one that loops back to "what is success", so to tackle the second there is maybe an X% truth here but I am skeptical it is much because like it just isn't gonna work right? Judges don't "get distracted" they have dockets for a reason, Congress is eye-rolling a lot of this right now, and Trump is getting dinged in the polls over this stuff. It is just a lot of work for a purely symbolic branding exercise that doesn't have a lot of payoff.

So I think that loops back to the first one, where "success" is not some mythical reductions in waste spending to close the deficit. That is obvious fiction and I do not believe enough of the admin is that stupid. I also don't think that federal staffing levels will move that much, because these guys again aren't libertarians and don't want a smaller government and seem to be putting very little work into actual mass-scale deregulatory measures (ofc you will get the typical Republican shifts). Particularly once you use the real numbers of federal staffers that includes all the contractors, because at this point the federal government outsources half of its workload and a government job doesn't mythically go away because a private company is signing the W-2's.

Instead my current working model is that this is just a good old-fashioned purge? If you get a ton of federal workers to quit or fire them, you can replace them with your own people. That is why they are trying to make as many jobs political appointees as possible, and get people "out the door" very quickly consensually (a court can't compel someone to take a job after all), and all that. They want it for a lot of reasons - corruption, for one - but a big one is that they do actually believe all that Deep State stuff, because when you strip away the emotional baggage "the federal workforce is hostile to the goals of the Trump Admin and the wider New Right" is completely true. I won't go deeper on this sort of "democratic vs technocratic government" topic here, but this seems like a perfectly coherent goal - reshape the permanent civil service and replace it with political appointees, aligned contractors, and a new crop of core servants on your team.

And it is a goal that courts will interfere with, if they were more aligned they absolutely would be able to reshape it more!

Since the courts are pretty much the only avenue of relevance in the current battle over executive expansion given that Republicans control Congress and don't seem to care all that much about it (they are chipping away at their pet issues ofc), I do think it is a little ironic that the Republican judicial strategy is something Trump 1.0 had the least input on. He really didn't care, best I can tell whatever justices the hardline Republicans put in front of him he said "great" and signed off on them. There was not, in fact, an attempt to put "lackeys" on the bench, and the Trump Triple are on average actually more independent than Alito or Thomas.

Which was a pretty unforced error! Like so many "norms", the idea that Republicans would have somehow balked at voting in underqualified partisans is a figment of the median voter's imagination; if the admin went to the mat on this Congress would have probably folded at least partially. And meanwhile the entire MO for the Trump administration 2.0 is depending quite heavily on how legal cases come out. They won't be the be-all-end-all of things ofc, but right now "they are probably going to lose most of these cases" is the biggest barrier their approach is facing. And the same guy probably could have flipped that outcome if he had thought about it.

[king-candybug-backup]

What’s your favorite scene so far? Like not just to write but just in general.

Sad, happy, funny whatever, what’s your all time favorite? :D

OOOOHHHHH MAN. I HAVE AN EXACT SCENE IN MIND, BUT CAN’T SHARE IT YET BECAUSE IT’S IN ONE OF THE LAST CHAPTERS. 😂 I’ll give a very brief overview of what it entails, because I feel like the fact that it happens isn’t exactly a spoiler since it’s kind of inevitable given all of Candybug’s general assholery, though I’ll put it in small text in case people want to gloss over it, but basically *cough cough* Vanellope flips her goddamn lid at King Candy (long overdue and well-deserved ofc lmao) and I just can’t wait to get to that part, she tells him off VERY HARD. My favourite scene for sure. :3 (tbh there’s a lot of emotionally painful shit that comes up in that particular set of chapters that I’m just so unhinged and not normal about lmfao CAN’T WAIT TO HURT YOU GUYS MORE <333)

AS FOR SCENES OF THE ALREADY-COMPLETED CHAPTERS THOUGH, MAN, THAT’S ALSO TOUGH TO DECIDE TBH 😂 Chapter 3 and Chapter 8 have been my favourites overall of the published chapters so far, and a couple of my fave moments from those ones was a) Ralph finding out that Candybug’s still alive and the general fallout from that, and b) Candybug reminiscing to Felix and Vanny that he went through Ralph’s mud pile on purpose before coming inside the penthouse specifically to annoy Gene ghfdsgxdhcfgvhbjnkvgf

I also like these two a lot, idk exactly how to explain why I like the second one tbh, but the first one I just find fun and silly lol: 

“Alright, pipsqueak, what exactly did you mean by Cy-bug-related–” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the beastly hybrid in front of her.  “Hello there!” King Candy chipperly greeted her, adding on a friendly wave. “Why, aren’t you looking lovely today! Is that a new hairstyle? It suits your character model wonderfully.” “Layin’ it on a little too thick, there.” Vanellope whispered to him, an anxious grin plastered across her face. “Hmm, you think so?” He tapped his chin with one claw, eventually nodding in agreement. “Perhaps the hair comment was a tad much.”

I just like the whole vibe of like…

Vanellope: For the love of mod, please be nice.

Vanellope two minutes later: NOT THAT NICE.

Oh, KCB and his fake-ass bitch energy. 😂

And then this one:

For the longest time, it had been so hard to look at him and see anything aside from Turbo, the monster. The arcade’s personal boogeyman. The bitter, vile, heartless fiend that gleefully stole the lives away from so many people, herself included. But, with each passing day, it was becoming easier and easier to see him as Turbo, the person. Someone with feelings and interests and problems… Oh, so many problems. But still a person, like anybody else in the arcade. If she were being truly honest with herself, she hated it. She hated the dichotomy that came with seeing him in this light. She hated the ways in which she could find sympathy for him despite knowing just how undeserving he was of it. Knowing full well all the wrongs he’s done.  All of it rooted in that one particular wrong so many years ago. That one choice that she had never been able to wrap her head around, no matter how many times she’d heard the story. Now, it was time for her to understand. 

BUT HONESTLY I JUST LOVE THE WHOLE ROADBLASTERS CONFRONTATION IN GENERAL AGHSFDGJVBJNK, I LIKE DOING “NARC CRASH” STUFF WITH KING CANDY, IT MAKES MY BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRRRR

There’s also some fun Calhoun + Candybug interactions coming up eventually, and even though they don’t interact a whole lot as compared to the other characters, I love their stupid dynamic and I’m gonna share this one scene from one of the later chapters of Calhoun completely trolling him because it makes me giggle 😂

They sat in silence for a minute or two longer, Calhoun’s head tilted slightly to the side as she watched the Cy-bug eat. One more question had popped into her mind, and though she already knew the answer, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have a little fun at this bastard’s expense. “So… Haven’t laid any eggs, have you?” King Candy immediately choked on his food, hacking and coughing while he tried, unsuccessfully, to regain whatever sense of composure he had five seconds ago. Turning away to jot something into her notebook (and hide the smirk on her face), she commented, “I’ll take that as a ‘not yet’.” “What do you mean ‘yet’?!” Candy’s distraught voice sputtered back, Calhoun trying very hard to muffle her snickering.

I JUST THINK THE FACT THAT SHE KNOWS WAY MORE ABOUT CY-BUGS THAN THE ACTUAL CY-BUG COULD MAKE FOR SOME VERY SILLY TROLLING SHENANIGANS. 😂

[pages-and-1nk]

PLEASE IF YOURE A JILY OR JEGULUS SHIPPER READ THIS BECAUSE IT HAS TO FUCKING STOP U GUYS.

I’m done with the ridiculous conversation on Jily shippers harassing Jegulus shippers. (And vice versa, this one just covers Jily hate on Jegulus) Please read my breakdown response to the most common argument presented as to why Jegulus is bad.

🙏 PLEASE 🙏 .

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Oh okay jumping RIGHT into it. *Deep breath*

No. No it’s actually not. As a gay trans man, your take is incorrect and actually so fucking wild it astounds me you think that way. To break it down MISOGYNY is the hatred or prejudice against women. Someone taking two male characters- even if one has a canon gf- and shipping them together does not in anyway promote misogyny nor the erasure of the gf. Infact, implying that in order for Lily to be important or developed she has to date James is actually, ironically, misogynistic.

Now is that to say all jegulus shippers ARENT misogynist or have such views? NO, ofc there are bad apples everywhere- doesn’t mean the whole bag is spoiled. Misogyny is not preferring a gay pairing to a cannon heterosexual pairing. Thats frankly a stupid argument and you’re just attaching words with negative connotations to a ship you don’t like, to then make your ship seem more morally righteous and superior and discredit anyone who argues with you by labeling them as misogynistic. (That does more harm then good btw as it discredits and devalues actual misogyny in fan spaces)

As for fetishization, also not inherently. People enjoying a masc and a twink together is not fetishization inherently. Now, it’s a thin line to walk, and in order to do that you must have critical thinking and be able to understand THESE FAKE GAY MEN are not ALL REAL GAY MEN, but it being the dynamic of a ship you like is… not fetishization. Obsessing and harassing REAL gay men and being invested in their sexuality and sexual experiences is fetishization. Please understand the weight of the words you are using, and how throwing them around in such a context not only makes you look like a buffoon but also is wildly undermining to the weight those words hold.

Smh.

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Gonna go cry myself to sleep now brb.

But SERIOUSLY? Implying that Regulus is watered down to “James’ twink” tells me you have never actually engaged with Jegulus shippers before and have made broad assumptions about a ship you’ve never even given a chance.

Crimson rivers, choices, art heist baby, only the brave, teach them how to dream, whatever happened to the young young lovers, I COULD GO ON. All of them have well rounded character designs for Regulus- but because you can’t take your head out of your ass and are too focused on how bad of a ship Jegulus is, you’ll never read them!

(Which valid, you don’t have to like Jegulus Jily shippers, in fact- you can loath it as much as you want, but you can’t talk about characterization when you’ve uh… never actually read the characterization)

And those last few sentences? Oh man. James cheating on Lily is like SUCH A SMALL fraction of fanfic/works, such a small fraction. Unless you imply that James could stake a claim to Lily before Lily even agrees to them dating which uh… *cough cough*…. I smell misogyny again… *cough cough.*

Like bsffr rn. 😐

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Oh god I think I threw up in my mouth hold on-

First- yes. Jily is an amazing ship that can be wholesome and lovely, and is such a beautifully tragic form of love I will ALWAYS respect it and the people who ship it. Me personally, I don’t read fanfic with Jily, but I def engage with Jily related content bcs it’s GOOD.

But you see, people like you simply ruin it for those who are Jegulus shippers and want to Drabble in Jily because you are TOXIC.

No one is reducing Lily to a baby maker for Jegulus. In fact, I’ve seen more fics with TRANS REGULUS GETTING PREGNANT than I have with surrogate Lily. And even in the surrogate Lily fics, it’s usually well written and Lily has a personality beyond “baby maker” and is just a friend consensually agreeing to help a queer couple out with having a child.

There’s also fics where they co-parent Harry, and if that’s what you’re talking about AGAIN that’s literally normal. I’m a child of divorce, my parents co parent- that’s just how bloody divorce works it isn’t misogynist.

As for the canonical death eater bit- please tell me which part of the canon text refers to regulus being a blood purist. He joined Voldemort, correct, he also rebelled against Voldemort- correct. All of the reasons for him doing both of those things are ASSUMPTIONS MADE BY INFERENCES FROM A BIASED PERSPECTIVE.

Obviously you can have your own preferences on what regulus was like, as can I, because CANNON INFORMATION is LIMITED. Therefore, you can do what you want.

And even if it wasn’t you could still, do what you want BECAUSE ITS FICTIONAL.

Please, I am begging you, for my sanity and your own, just stop. All of it needs to stop. You get no where by tearing another ship down, it won’t stop and you just leave a bad taste in the mouths of people who want to ship Jily but are Jegulus shippers.

This applies to both sides BY THE WAY, Jegulus shippers have a problem with inserting themselves in Jily spaces, or within other ships, or feeling the need to comment on ships with Regulus or James in them and say things like “Jegulus is better” or “ew that’s so weird” (I saw this in particular with kittywater) We all need to realize that unless we just stick in our lanes and fuck off, we’re going to continue promoting toxicity in this fandom.

I love Jily, I love Jegulus, IM PROOF WE CAN LIVE IN HARMONY JUST KNOCK IT OFF, PULL YOUR PANTS UP, AND GROW TF UP!

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk, I’m really upset over this post and I just needed to rant. Please reblog this so it reaches more people.

(Also I have not tagged the creator of this post, because I don’t want harassment to befall them. Signed- the author)

[nerdsnuff]

hello!! not sure if you're taking requests but if you are could we possibly get mark boyfriend headcanons?

🐊 MARK BERSKII BOYFRIEND HC’S

MY FIRST REQUEST OHMY GOD GUYYYSSSSS YHANK YOU SO MUCH OFC ILL TAKE IT HERE U GO I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE I LOVE MARK MY INDONESIAN KING anyway diana/mark friendship mentionedddd :P sorry took long </3

cw for descriptions of smoking.

𓆊 before dating and before getting close, you bet he was shy as as fuck. probably ran away from you a lot (not too literally, but would shy away from long conversations) and always be visibly red with how pale he is

𓆊 during the confession, he was so nervous that you got nervous too. he was a stuttering mess

“i uh—okay…” he mumbles something you can’t hear. you attempt to listen closely as he mumbles something. “look… i like you alright… it’s fine if you don’t like me back i just thought it’d be a good time to tell you…”

𓆊 anyway, with a lot of convincing you two date. THUMBS UP. HOORAY. he was super shy in the beginning it took awhile for him to comfortably do a lot. but he always tried to be affectionate. imagine shy hand holding! where he starts off by slowly intertwining your fingers before fully wrapping around yours.

𓆊 if you smoke, oh you KNOW he’d do it with you. he’ll share his cigarettes with you (only a few though) and do that romantic thing where he lights your cig with his.

he leans leans closer to you, cigarettes being the only thing keeping your faces apart. without a word he puts his cigarette against yours. you inhale, the sound of burning paper crackling very lowly between the two of you. once lit, he pulls away, swiping the cigarette off his mouth as he blows out smoke. the exchange was silent, and you simply admire your boyfriend with a slight blush on your cheeks, noticing how nice he looks. though you got so distracted that you almost forget to exhale too.

𓆊 if you don’t smoke that’s fine, but he’ll still smoke in front of you so you’ll smell like cigs after every hangout with him lol! just so you know, he would NOT smoke around you if you’re uncomfortable or can’t handle it. he may have an addiction but he is respectful!!!! either way yes you should bring perfume btw especially if you live with people who wouldn’t be cool with the smell of smoke.

you grimace as he blows smoke onto your face, giggling afterwards despite your sour face. “hahah, sorry. you bought perfume right?” you let him know you did, and he smiles. “okay, good”

𓆊 he loves sharing things… he’ll share his beanie, he’ll share his jackets, he’ll share his cigs and lighters, he’ll share his ear/headphones. you could say it’s a love language.

“don’t listen to diana. i don’t have lice, she’s lying!” you couldn’t help but laugh as he grumbles and protests, trying to get you to wear his beloved gator beanie. of course you don’t believe her, it’s just fun to mess with him. you then mention his oily hair, backing up your excuse as to why you still don’t wanna wear it. he rolls his eyes. “come on, if you have such a problem with it then maybe you should just… wash it for me or something” he suggests bashfully.

𓆊 won’t ask, but he needs reassurance once awhile. you’ll notice him looking down sometimes, drooped eyes more droopier and sadder than usual; that’s when you know you’ll need to say some sweet words to him. it helps, even if he doesn’t show it. it’s nice to know you’re there for him when he needs a shoulder.

𓆊 he has the sweetest cat, who loves you too. you always come home from his house littered in white cat fur even if you dust yourself off before leaving, haha. it’s suggested to not wear black when coming over.

𓆊 sometimes (a lot of times) gets jealous of his cat LOLLLL but only when you give her more attention than him

mark breaks the silence between the two of you with a grumble, snapping your attention away from his cat. politely, he pulls his cat away from your grasp and set her on the floor. once she walks away mark turns back to face you with full attention, the same amount you’re now giving him instead of his furry companion. he doesn’t spare a moment to speak before burying his face in the crook of your neck. his hot breath tickles you as he mumbles, “you’ve been paying more attention to my cat than me. so now that she moved it’s my turn. unless you only came over to see her…”

𓆊 absolutely yes to cat cafe dates. DUH! he likes how peaceful they are, and he’s surrounded by some of the things he loves most, you and cats.

𓆊 after dating long enough, he gifted you a gag gift of those rollers used to remove animal fur from your clothes. you always bring it when you come over and you never forget cause he’s always there to remind you to bring it.

𓆊 has tried to make some beats for you once and you loved it obviously. he tried to match it to your music taste so you’d like it more.

𓆊 you guys would absolutely share songs and he’ll absolutely judge you (LIGHTHEARTEDLY AND JOKINGLY) if he thinks something you shared is bad.

[gabberpopsexclusive]

what about priest!joost but instead innocent!reader he is the innocent one and reader is filthy? 🤭

yeayeayeayea gotta switch the dynamic up (i got multiple asks for this when my priest!joost blurb first dropped so heres the reverse!)

i can just imagine priest!joost being rlly inexperienced because yanno.. hes a man of god and all.. he isnt really supposed to do all that.. unfortunate for him, when you come along he just can't take his mind off of it.

luckily for him you arent too innocent yourself.

we ALL know this man is a bottom. even if he WAS experienced, i mean just look at the guy. bottom. energy.

ofc reader has to take the lead then. theyre the one who initiates it to begin with, joost seems a little intimidated of initiating anything of that sort with you.

but when you get him to that point, he swears you're better than any god he could ever worship. the way you handle him is hypnotic, walking him through exactly what you're going to do, and making him feel amazing, he just cant get enough. his sweet whines and moans are such angelic sounds, and him cumming?? oh its beautiful. he clutches onto you as if youre going to disappear if he lets go because the feeling is just soooo overwhelming to him in the most perfect way.

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this is sort of like, non descript or wtv you call it, like not putting you two in a certain situation, idk i hope its good. if not i can always rewrite. let me know your opinions yall.

[themeraldee]

Okay but, making Homelander valentine chocolate from scratch, keeping in mind flavors he has said he likes. Makes special unique ones to fit his tastes and even makes the box and everything, presents it to him with a cute little teddy

I already love the idea of Homelander receiving thoughtful gifts, handmade always makes it even better!

especially if his SO puts a ton of effort into it, really making it look legit with the pretty box wrapped in a bow. I imagine he gets gifts from sponsors, brands, Vought, etc... and it's all very perfect and manufactured and he couldn't care less for yet another box of teeth-rotting chocolates that are a LOOOT more sugar and palm oil than any actual decent chocolate.

However he'd already be beaming to be receiving a gift from his SO. But a handmade gift??

"I hope you like them, I made a few different flavours that I think you'll really enjoy."

"Hold up, what do you mean 'made'?" He was already holding the gift but now he's laser focused, really noting every single detail. The handmade—and more importantly yours—touch is now obvious and it's crazy that at first he thought you just popped down to a bakery to get their bestsellers already boxed up.

"I... made these for you."

Homelander's unsure which emotion to feel first. Elation, excitement, pure unbridled joy and happiness or the overwhelming and rapidly burning sensation of tears in his eyes. The gesture alone feels like a million bucks and from the smell of the treats he can already tell it's going to taste even better.

But first things first, he needs to sample the most important treat first. You. Putting the box down he pulls you into an emotional kiss. One he conveys through his arms around you just as much as his lips. His tears make it down to your lips, forcing the taste of the whirlwind of emotion onto your tongue.

When he pulls away, instead of thanking you, a worry makes itself known on his features. He looks at where he placed the gift and then you, his eyebrows increasingly furrowing.

"B-but why? I didn't make you anything." While he didn't make anything he bought all the items on the Valentine's day checklist.

You put your hands on his cheeks, gently wiping the tear tracks with your thumbs and you smile.

"Don't be ridiculous, this isn't a competition. And even then, I mean damn, you've been spoiling me plenty!" From massive bouquets of roses to chocolates and jewellery; you got it all.

"Oh please, it's nothing. Just a few knick-knacks, but this..." He can't even talk about it without letting his emotions take over. This is the things he's been robbed of his entire life. These gestures of love and devotion that were meant to be coming from his loved ones. With the few people he could label that, those gestures were few and far between. If any.

Until now.

You save him from needing to hide away and cry his feelings out and instead you remind him of the joy.

"Come on, let's sit down and try these out. I wanna see which one is your favourite."

With an infectious joy, you take the box with you in one hand, his in the other and you lead and sit you both on the couch. Letting him crack open the box and take the first pick.

And while the words thank you seem harder to say than ever, his eyes share the sentiment clearly .

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I didn't touch on it in the little scenario BUT that teddy is being cuddled anytime the reader isn't home (while the reader ofc has the kuddle buddy plush). That or it's getting the hall of fame position in his strange box of sentimental trinkets.

[marauders-manuscripts]

i love the trans Regulus headcanon buuuuuuuuttttttt I want a more relatable trans Regulus :) (no hate on how anyone else writes trans regulus, these are just ideas for whenever i write about trans Regulus)

✧.* Regulus who was born a girl and didn't realise he was actually a boy until he started puberty.

✧.*Regulus who always sat man spreading, hated wearing dresses and/or skirts and always wanted to prove he was stronger than people thought. (a lot of people saw him as a girl who couldn't do any "man" jobs)

✧.*Regulus who ended up having a very feminine body and realising he hated it. as well as hating every time he got his period because it just reminded him that he wasn't a 'real boy'. (not saying trans boys aren't real boys ofc just saying sometimes getting your period is a shitty reminder that you weren't born a boy)

✧.*Regulus who realised he was trans in first or second year of hogwarts and was scared that no one would accept him.

✧.*Regulus who found ways to bind without actually getting a binder (he didn't want to come out to anyone) that could be dangerous. (such as using tape and/or bandages not made for binding)

✧.*Regulus who wasn't properly taught how to bind safely so he wasn't very safe when binding. he would bind for too long and end up with rashes and back pain. He'd only stop binding when he realised it was getting a bit difficult to breathe.

✧.*Regulus who eventually came out to Barty, Evan and Pandora late in fourth year (Pandora and Evan already suspected it, Barty was oblivious). They all researched about it and got him a proper binder and taught him about not wearing it too long and whatnot.

✧.*bonus if we go with the trans Rosier twins headcanon because they'd be able to teach Reggie all they know :) but either way all three of them would be super supportive and destroy (literally? figuratively? we'll never know) anyone who deadnames or misgenders Regulus .

(some of this is based off some of my experiences as an AFAB genderfluid person because as writers ofc we project our problems onto characters >:) )

[sjsmith56]

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Summary: A rocky first meeting with an animal shelter employee leads to Bucky adopting a kitten, a friendship, and then more. This is pure fluff.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Bucky, OFC (named), Alpine the cat, other Avengers.

Warnings: Bucky being a jerk, idiots in love.

Author notes: I wrote the first half of this story and then got stuck as it just didn't seem to work the way I initially envisioned it. So, I changed directions slightly, going around the obstacle and making this a story of idiots in love.

It wasn't one single moment, but several and a final realization that made her fall for him, although they would laugh about it later.  In fact, the first time Bucky and Kelly met was when she yelled for him to hold the elevator and he didn't, letting the doors close on her.  The second time was five minutes later, when she walked into the photographer's studio, contracted by her employer, an animal shelter organization.  Now late for the photo shoot with several Avengers, who were posing for a campaign to help raise funds for the charity, the first one she saw was the tall, dark-haired man dressed all in black who had smirked at her while the elevator doors closed.  As she walked into the studio, he at least had the decency to try to make himself inconspicuous, by placing himself behind the others as Captain America, Sam Wilson, stepped forward with a genuine smile and his hand outstretched.

"Hi Kelly, I'm Sam," he smiled.  "We're really excited about this project and hope that it helps with your fundraising."  He turned to the others behind him.  "We have Falcon, Joaquin Torres, Ant Man, Scott Lang, the Wasp, Hope Van Dyne, Black Widow, Yelena Belova, Hawkeye, Kate Bishop, and Bucky Barnes."

The others all waved their hands and said hello while Bucky grunted, then looked away.  Kelly wasn't impressed with him, but she was professional, and she stood in front of all of them.

"Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy day to come in for the photo shoot.  I believe we'll do the group shot with all the animals first, then we'll do the individual shots next." 

She looked at the photographer who nodded and sent his assistant with handlers from the shelter to get the animals.  As they came in, she watched as all of them, except Barnes, gravitated to an animal, greeting them with enthusiasm.  There were two puppies, two kittens, a rabbit, a parrot, and a snake.  Once the others made their choices, the only animal left was a small white kitten, with eyes as blue as the sky.  Kelly sighed, wondering why her boss sent the kitten.  She was still quite feral and could be difficult to handle.  Carefully, she took it from the handler and settled it down, then approached Barnes with it.

"Looks like you get little Alpine here," she said.  "The others have made their choices."

"I'm not good with animals," he replied.  "Can't you use some computer wizardry to put the cat into my arms, or something?"

"No, we can't," replied Kelly, irritated at his suggestion.  "If you're not good with animals, why are you here?"

It was his turn to sigh.  "I've been told I have to improve my image.  It was either this or help out on a road cleanup crew.  I'm beginning to think I made the wrong decision."

"Wow, you really are a bundle of joy, aren't you?" Kelly shook her head.  "Well, Mr. I Can't Be Bothered to Hold the Elevator Doors, you're here and this is your spirit animal.  Enjoy getting to know her."

She placed Alpine in his arms and turned around to get the studio prepped and staged for the group shot.  Gingerly, he picked up the small kitten and held her up to look closer at her. 

"She's adorable," said Sam, holding a puppy.  He reached out a hand to pet her and she growled, then spat at him.  "Whoa, she's a little feisty, isn't she?"

Bucky grinned, then held her closer to his chest.  "I like her."

The kitten settled down considerably as he held her, scratching her gently behind the ears.  He waited to be directed where to stand, watching as the woman from the animal shelter, (what was her name again?) conferred with the photographer on how to arrange everyone.  An assortment of stools of varying heights were arranged and they were distributed amongst them, with Bucky being assigned one. 

"Sit with one foot on a rung, please," said the photographer, as he looked through his viewfinder.  Bucky didn't move.  "You, the tall man in black." Bucky looked blankly at him.  "Yeah, you, please put one foot on the rung of the stool so you look more casual."  Restraining his desire to leave, Bucky did as he was asked.  "Great!"

The others were assembled, then the photographer and Kelly looked at the scene.  She gave her approval and several shots were taken. 

"Okay, if everyone can take a seat, we'll start the individual pictures.  Tall man in black, stay where you are."

The photographer's assistant came to take the other stools away.

"It's Bucky."  She looked blankly at him.  "My name is Bucky."

"Oh, he never remembers names," she smiled.  "Don't mind him.  Just do what he says, and it will be over soon."

With a sigh, he sat there, still gently scratching Alpine behind the ears.  Suddenly, one of the stools was knocked over and everyone jumped in response to the loud sound; everyone that is, except Alpine who didn't move.  Bucky frowned then held the white kitten up to his face, observing her carefully. 

"Is there a problem?" asked Kelly, watching him.  "Does Alpine not meet your approval?"

"She's fine," he said, still frowning.  "Is she deaf?"

Kelly looked from Bucky's face to the kitten.  He was serious.

"Well, she is white with blue eyes.  Deafness is common in cats with that colouring.  It has to do with the gene for the white fur, I believe.  Why do you think she is?"

"She didn't move when the stool fell," he replied.  He cuddled the kitten again, making Kelly warm up to him a little.  "What are her chances of being adopted if she's deaf?"

"It doesn't help," admitted Kelly.  "That would mean she has to be kept inside as much as possible.  With her white pigmentation she's probably prone to sunburn as well.  Whoever takes her would have to be aware of her limitations.  She doesn't like most people and that's affected the interest of anyone who wanted to adopt her."  Gently, she traced her fingertips down Alpine's spine.  "I'm one of the few at the shelter that she tolerates."

The kitten started to purr at the woman's touch, prompting Bucky to look up at her.  Close up she was nice looking, in a next-door neighbour kind of way.  Just as he was about to ask her something, the photographer asked her to move so he could get this set of photos done.  She smiled slightly at Bucky, then retreated to the side, watching his session with interest. 

It was obvious that he and Alpine had quickly developed a bond.  The photographer suggested different poses with the kitten, that emphasized the brilliance of her white fur against the dark clothing and features of Bucky.  Providing him some cat toys brought a smile to his face as he enticed the kitten with them.  Kelly smiled at the gentle way he handled Alpine.  The feisty kitten was quite affectionate with him and by the end of the session, when the photographer suggested some closeups he readily posed with Alpine beside his face, with a look of tenderness that was even noticed by his colleagues.  Perhaps ... no, he was probably too busy with the superhero thing to consider it.  Still, these pictures might inspire someone out there who could bond with the kitten.

"Okay, tall, dark and handsome, that was great!" gushed the photographer.  "You're a natural.  If this Avenger thing ever falls apart, I know people who would love your look."

"Hmph." 

It was a growl more than a response.  Kelly stepped forward with her hands out.

"I can take her if you want to get out of here," she offered.  "I'm sure you have better things to do."

"No," he answered, cuddling Alpine even closer.  "I'll stay.  Wouldn't want her to think I'm going to abandon her."  He lifted the kitten up again.  "Would I, sweetie?"

Before she could respond, her attention was drawn by the next person posing, Yelena Belova with the snake, as the photographer's assistant was just a little terrified of the reptile.  Taking over for her, Kelly helped out with the lighting and the poses, noticing several times how Bucky watched her.  Once she was done the young Russian also wanted to hang on to the snake, seeming to enjoy the encounter.  In fact, all of the Avengers seemed to be enjoying themselves with the animals and that translated into some incredible publicity photos when the photographer quickly previewed them for everyone. 

With the preview done, Kelly announced that the animals had to go back to the shelter.  There were some complaints but nearly everyone complied with the request to give up their animal to one of the handlers.  Everyone, that is, except Bucky.

"What if I want to adopt her right now?" he asked.

"You have to come in and fill in the paperwork," said Kelly.  "Then we do a check on you."

"But you know who I am," he countered.  "You said yourself that she's different enough to make her adoption unlikely.  I like her, she likes me, and I think we would be a good fit."

He pouted; he actually pouted, and Kelly almost laughed at the look on his face, then something inside her softened. 

"Look, if you want, you can come to the shelter right after we've finished up.  We can write up the application and I'll approve it."  She scratched Alpine behind the ear.  "Other than me, you're the only other human she's warmed up to.  But you'll have to get her some things, like a litter box, kitten food, some toys, and a cat carrier.  If you want to get that done first, I'll make sure no one adopts her until you get there."

His smile at her offer made her a little weak in the knees.  Damn, how could anyone be that good looking?

"Yeah?  You would do that for me?" 

She nodded, then cleared her throat, trying to regain some of her dignity that she just drooled onto the floor.

"Just this one time.  Let me get you my card.  Ask for me when you get there."

Bumping into one of the stools and knocking it over as she backed away from him wasn't the coolest thing she had ever done, but he didn't laugh outright.  Taking one of her business cards out she brought it back to him, then waited self-consciously as he examined it, noting her name was Kelly, before handing it back.

"Could you put your personal phone number on it?  Just in case I have a problem with her outside of the shelter hours.  Since you know her so well."

The smile he gave her now was sweet and she could feel all the antipathy she originally had for him melting away.  The man knew how to be a charmer.  Seeing a pen nearby she wrote her cell phone number on the back of the card then handed it to him.  His grin was infectious.

"Thank you.  Just let your boyfriend know that I'll only phone if it's an emergency."

He was looking at her ring-less left hand, which she self-consciously covered up with her right.

"No boyfriend," she stammered.  "You can call anytime up to 11 pm. I'm up until then.  You know, just watching TV or doing laundry, or washing my hair...."  She was babbling.  "I better get back to work."

He grinned at her as she backed away again before turning around and scurrying over to the photographer.  This day certainly was going better than it started.  Sam came over with his puppy, nodding in Kelly's direction.

"Got a date?"

"No, but could I borrow your truck?  I have to get some cat things then go to the shelter and adopt Alpine here.  We bonded.  I should get Kelly some flowers.  I was kind of a dick to her when I got here."

"Yeah, why were you so late?"

Bucky scratched his head behind his ear.  "Parking ticket.  Parked my bike in a no-parking zone.  Then I had to find a new one and walked six blocks, dodging street vendors.  You know how I feel about them.  Pushed the closed button on the elevator too fast and cut her off.  She wasn't impressed with me when she got up here."  He held up the business card, a big grin on his face.  "Got her number though."

Three hours later

After a trip to a pet store and spending more than he was expecting, Bucky stopped at a flower shop and picked up some flowers.  As he parked in the animal shelter's parking lot, he sat for a moment, gathering his courage and stepped out, holding the flowers and the new cat carrier that he bought.  Inside, he stopped and took in the scene.  A receptionist noted his arrival and smiled at him.

"Is Kelly available?" he asked.  "She was going to help me adopt Alpine."

"Oh, you're the guy," she smiled, noticing the flowers.  "I'll call her, if you want to wait for her just over there."

She gestured to a small alcove where half a dozen chairs were set up for prospective pet parents.  Self-consciously, he sat on one, nodding at a couple with a small boy who eyed him with curiosity.  His interest in Bucky shifted between the flowers and his gloved hand.

"Why do you have flowers?" he asked.

"Because I wanted to be nice to the lady here."

How do you explain you were a jerk to a woman and wanted to make it up to her?  The boy nodded and scrunched up his nose before wiping it with his hand.

"Are you getting a dog?  We are.  We had a dog named Sparky, but he got sick and died.  He was my best friend, and I miss him."

It was obvious the boy felt the need to get it out.  His parents looked at Bucky apologetically.

"Sorry for him bothering you."

"He's not.  Tell me about Sparky."

The boy's face lit up.  "He would sleep with me and would bring me a ball to throw for him.  When we watched TV, he would put his head in my lap.  After school he would wait for me to come home, and his tail would wag.  He was a good dog."

A shelter employee arrived at that moment with a dog on a leash.  As soon as the boy saw the dog, his face lit up again and he slid off the chair, sitting on his knees as the dog approached him, its tail wagging furiously.  It licked the boy's face, making him laugh.  The sight of it made Bucky feel good and as the parent's took the papers, the boy eagerly took the leash, encouraging Sadie to follow him.  Bucky was forgotten as the new best friend and her boy headed to the door and the parking lot.  The door to the offices opened and Kelly appeared, looking surprised as Bucky stood up with the flowers.

"These are for you," he said, offering her the bouquet.  "A little apology for how I acted with you at first.  I wasn't having the best day and you kind of got caught up in my drama."

Her smile was its own reward as she smelled them, then gestured for him to follow her.  After a short walk, they arrived at a small office.

"Thank you, that's very kind.  I don't think I've ever received flowers from a prospective pet adopter before."  Placing them on her desk she opened the file cabinet and pulled out the information sheet for him to fill out.  "Why don't you fill this in while I bring Alpine here."

After she left, he bent over the desk, filling in his personal information.  Just as he finished Kelly entered holding Alpine in her arms.  She handed him the kitten, then sat at her desk and looked over his application, glancing at him as he fussed over the animal.  It was obvious the two were going to be a good fit, so she signed the form.

"All we need is the payment and you're free to take her home."

"That's it?  I thought it was going to be more involved."

She smiled shyly at him as he scratched Alpine behind the ears.  "What you said at the photo shoot was true.  She's very particular with who she likes, and she likes you.  I'm actually going to miss her."

"You could always come visit," he said. 

"Are you asking me to come over to your place?"

He focused on Alpine, as she batted at his hand.  What a difference a few hours made as this morning Kelly was not happy with him and now, she was flirting with him.

"Maybe."  He looked her in the eye.  "Do you want to come over and make sure I have the right setup for her?  I can order in pizza, and we can watch a movie or something."

"I like pizza, loaded is my favourite.  I don't like mindless action movies."

"I like loaded and I don't like mindless action movies, either."  He grinned.  "Some days I live in an action movie and would rather watch something less ... action."

She snorted and started to laugh, drawing him in to laugh with her.  "You are something else, Bucky.  I really didn't like you this morning when you cut me off at the elevator."

"I'm sorry about that.  I really am."

"It's a good thing that you bonded with Alpine during the photo shoot.  Kind of showed me a better side of you."

"So, you are coming over then?  I need to know if I have to clean up my place."

"Yes, I am.  Is 7:00 okay?"

"Yeah, I'll have the pizza ordered and everything else ready."

Alpine wasn't happy about being put into the cat carrier, but Kelly explained it was policy, final proof that he would be a responsible pet parent.  After Bucky paid the adoption fee, she walked him out to the truck, shaking her head with amusement at all the things he bought for the cat.  He was definitely good cat dad material. 

Two months later

As soon as Kelly got the text that the quinjet would be landing in an hour, she left work early and came home to get Alpine ready for Bucky.  Since that day they first met and he officially adopted the kitten, they became friends.  Even though they had flirted before she came over that first time, neither of them had followed through on making it more, as their introverted natures prevented them from taking it further.  As his friend, Kelly agreed to be Alpine's caregiver when he had missions.  They also visited each other often, meeting for coffee, or ordering in a pizza, and watching a movie at each other's place.  One time she even agreed to be his plus one for a formal event that all the Avengers had to attend.  That had been a fun night as they all remembered her from the photo shoot and were interested enough to ask about the animals they posed with.  Thanks to that promotion the shelter had experienced an increase in adoptions, and she was pleased to tell them that every animal from the event had found its forever home. 

In the week since Bucky left for the mission, Kelly found herself missing his presence.  An old boyfriend reappeared, bumping into her at the television station he worked at where she made an appearance promoting a charity fundraiser for the shelter.  He asked her out, noticing she wasn't wearing a ring.  She said yes at first, more for old times sake, but then had second thoughts. 

Then Craig, the old boyfriend, showed up at her place, saying he had been in the neighbourhood, wanting to say hi.  Seeing Alpine, sitting on the floor behind her like a silent sentinel, he gushed over the kitten, kneeling down and extending his hand towards her.  She hissed at him but stood her ground.

"When did you get a cat?" he asked.  "Is she always this unfriendly?"

"She's not unfriendly, just sensitive," protested Kelly.  "I'm looking after her for a friend.  He's out of town on business."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes.  He's my boyfriend."

She didn't know why she answered the way she did, as she and Bucky had never shown any romantic interest in each other, other than some good-natured flirting and bantering.  None of it ever led to anything and any attraction she may have had in the beginning had given way to a friendship that she valued.  Yet an instinct in her made her answer as if they had something more.

Craig stood up then, his brow furrowed.  "Why did you agree to go out with me if you have a boyfriend?"

"I thought we could catch up, I guess.  Maybe I should just cancel our outing.  I don't feel right about it."

He was actually quite good about it, apologizing for making her feel uncomfortable and leaving without any drama.  That was yesterday and since then Kelly couldn't get Bucky off her mind.  Did her feelings for him change or was it just an excuse to get out of a date she didn't want to go on?  Now, as she sat in her apartment, with Alpine on her lap, she found herself becoming anxious about Bucky coming over.  How would she react when he got there?

"Alpine, have I been in love with Bucky all this time?" she asked the kitten, who watched her placidly, then yawned and stretched.

Kelly might not have been so bothered by everything if she knew that Bucky had also experienced a similar moment.  The mission, in cooperation with an Interpol task force, had gone smoothly enough.  But a French member of the Interpol group, a very capable agent named Lisette, made it clear to Bucky that she was open to a "colleague with benefits" arrangement, whenever he was in Europe on a mission.  At one time, he might have taken her up on it. 

"I'm involved with someone," he explained, when she offered to help him relax when he couldn't get to sleep the second night there. 

Leaving her in the empty living room he returned to the bedroom he shared with Sam, sitting on top of the bed in the dark, wondering if he had been giving out signals that he was interested.  Then he picked up his phone and saw Alpine on his lock screen, with Kelly's hand visible as she was holding the kitten.  Going to his phone gallery, he saw more pictures of Kelly and Alpine, none of them cropped.

"Why are you up?" asked a sleepy and annoyed Sam from his bed.  "Why are you looking at your phone?"

"It's nothing," he answered, shutting his phone off and sliding under the covers.  "Sorry."

The two men were quiet, then the bedside lamp came on and Sam was propped up on his elbow so he could see his friend.

"What's going on?"

Bucky sighed, then sat up so he faced Sam. "Lisette came on to me and I turned her down.  Told her I was involved with someone."

"You told her about Kelly being your girlfriend?"

"Why do you say that?  We're just good friends."

To his credit, Sam didn't laugh out loud.  Instead, he pushed back the covers so he could sit and face Bucky.

"You've been into her from the first day you met.  I remember you waving that card around with her phone number on it like you just won the lottery.  Are you saying that you two aren't a couple already?"

"We just hang out."  Bucky's mouth opened then clamped shut and he frowned.  "We haven't even kissed."  Sam's scoff surprised and even irritated him.  "I didn't want to risk the friendship by bringing romance into it.  After the rocky start we had I just really liked her company.  Alpine loves her and we have fun hanging out."

"Sounds like a relationship to me," said Sam.  "What's stopping you from taking it to the next level?"  He didn't answer, but Sam leaned forward and touched his shoulder.  "For the record, I think you two make a great couple and you've definitely opened up more since you met her."

Getting back under the covers, Sam turned out the light and left Bucky sitting there in the dark.  He would have called Kelly then, but they were on a no contact protocol.  It wasn't until an hour before the quinjet landed that he was even able to text her.  Now, as he sat in the passenger seat of Sam's truck, he could actually feel his heart beating against his chest.  What was he going to say to Kelly?  Hi, I think I love you and I want us to get serious about each other.  No, that was no good.  So, a weird thing happened on the mission.  A beautiful French agent came on to me and I couldn't even go through with it because I could only think of you.  God no.  He couldn't say that.  Remember how much of a jerk I was to you when we first met?  Well, surprise!  Turns out that I'm in love with you!  What the hell was wrong with him?  He buried his face in his hands, certain that he was going to screw everything up.

"Bucky?" He looked at Sam, who pointed out the window.  "We're here.  You want me to wait?"

"I don't know."  He began to hyperventilate; his decision-making process suddenly unable to work.

"I'll wait for ten minutes and if I don't hear from you, I'll assume it's going well.  How's that?"

"Yeah, okay.  Sounds good."  He opened the door, then looked in back at his go bag.  Sam raised his eyebrows then nodded and Bucky picked it up.  "Wish me luck."

Suddenly he was there, in front of her door and pressing the buzzer.  He could hear her footsteps then they stopped on the other side, and he heard her whisper to herself. 

"I can do this.  I can tell him.  No big deal."

The door opened and Kelly was looking up at him with a look she never had before; part scared, part hopeful, and completely adorable, totally deciding everything for him.  Dropping his bag, he stepped forward, slid one hand around her waist and the other behind her back, pulling her close.  For just a moment, he hesitated as he looked from her eyes to her lips and back again.  Then she smiled and put her arms around his shoulders, making it clear that she was thinking what he was thinking.  The kiss was just as good as a kiss could be when two friends who had started out being irritated with each other finally accepted what they really were, something much more. 

Alpine, who sat in the hallway watching the pair passionately kissing, turned around and went to the window.  The two humans were going to be busy for a while and she saw a speckle on the glass that interested her as she touched it with her paw.  In the street, Sam, still waiting in the truck, just happened to look up at the window and saw Alpine looking out.  He could have sworn the kitten looked directly at him and waved but maybe she was just batting at something on the window.  After ten minutes, he figured Bucky was staying and drove away, relieved that the pair of them finally figured out something that was obvious to everyone else.

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