#and they are free to think of curly as their little meow meow

[jumpingonrainbows]

Mouthwashing and the way the fandom is treating Curly is really killing me, because it really unearthed my burried thoughts that my abuser and his bff are still running together and how his bff did nothing and actually lifted him up and said "You're such a nice guy, this was a one-time thing, you did it because she pushed you to the limit", ignoring the years of abuse this guy inflicted on me, just because they were friends, peers, same-minded people. The way he stood there watching and listening to the acts of abuse he did to me, just casually saying sometimes, "You're going too far". Not even when he did the unthinkable did he stop being his friend. The most he did was listen to me, just to go over my back and tell him everything, so he could help him get better and get me back. In the end, had to escape from both of them. In the end, his bff is still seen as a really nice guy that was trying to help the both of us.

Anyways

It's such a good game, the way it can capture, both in game and the way people interact with it, how the enablers are still seen as "good people", when they are just as bad as the actual abusers. They just didn't commit the actual act of abuse

I am so glad I could escape and that I'm not stuck on a ship for 8 months with them

[ruvviks]

NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE // LET ME WRAP DOWN TO MY SKELETON

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[propertyofwicked]

SMITTEN - LN

ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open ��

warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one

masterlist the playlist

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yourusername 10 years ago today, i competed in my final karting race in order to pursue my dream career - and i would do it all over again, especially when i still get to spend my days with these losers

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maxverstappen1 losers?? i think you mean losers and three time world champion, no?

⤷ yourusername they're not mutually exclusive

charles_leclerc proud of everything you've achieved mon amour

⤷ yourusername you’re just glad i left karting so that i stopped kicking your ass

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pierregasly i love you but did you have to chose this photo of me?

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yourusername thank you mclaren for having me today! trying to get the drivers to sit down and answer my questions may have shaved a few years from my life but i had fun regardless!

check out the video on youtube now!

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mclaren thank you for babysitting! 🧡

⤷ yourusername id say anytime but the curly haired one kept asking "why" after every sentence :/

⤷ landonorris babysitting? nah, milf training comment has been deleted

⤷ landonorris ….why?

⤷ yourusername not sure what i did in a past life to deserve this

⤷ username3 yo anyone else see the deleted comment? someone pr train this man pleeeease

landonorris was lovely to see you! stop by anytime 🧡

⤷ username1 "lovely" 👀

username5 working hard or hardly working?

⤷ yourusername working flaccid.

oscarpiastri 🧡

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yourusername taking a break from being your favourite journalist to become the ultimate stray cat whisperer

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francisca.cgomes you look so gorgeous meu bem ❤️

⤷ yourusername i am nothing compared to you kiks ❤️

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⤷ username5 i refuse to believe this is real

⤷ oscarpiastri pretty sure i just heard him meow honestly

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⤷ charles_leclerc lando please stop you're embarrassing youself

⤷ maxverstappen1 no charles, let him cook

⤷ charles_leclerc this is going to end badly

⤷ maxverstappen1 thats what im hoping for

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username8 she's so beautiful i dont know if i wanna be her or with her

⤷ landonorris i know what im chosing

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⤷ yourusername ma'am??? im 2 years older than you not 20

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yourusername test drive

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username3 test drive? THE CAR OR LANDO?

⤷ username12 that is not lando - surely???

charles_leclerc its june 24th.

⤷ pierregasly he's only gone and done it

⤷ charles_leclerc i fear i will never recover from this

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⤷ username3 this confirms it OH MY GOD

username7 what car do you drive?

⤷ yourusername my personal car is just a peugeot 208 but i rented a porsche for the week!

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yourusername back to work, and back to mercedes for the first time in a while! keep your eyes peeled for some race week content coming your way!

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georgerussell63 right well that's just cruel y/n. please violate lewis JUST ONCE

⤷ yourusername lewis didn't have a habit of running me off the track repeatedly

⤷ georgerussell63 that was ONCE. 14 YEARS AGO.

⤷ yourusername that's a strange way of apologising

⤷ username14 sometimes i forget she used to kart with like half of the grid

⤷ username14 like girly out here interviewing her childhood friends every week

mercedesamgf1 i feel like we need context for the last image, y/n

⤷ yourusername there are some things you will never know, admin

landonorris come back to mclaren tf?

⤷ yourusername soon 🤫

username4 lewis actually took part in social content? don't give me false hope i beg of u

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⤷ yourusername if we ignore him, he'll go away

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landonorris milf.

⤷ yourusername im not a mother??

⤷ landonorris *yet.

username3 wait how short is she? 'cos lando is not that tall i SWEAR

maxverstappen1 don't you mean...cougar?

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⤷ username6 honestly so real for that

[foap-enjoyer]

FUCK

Okay I had to write a little teeny bit of this because again it is stuck permanently into my head.

Should have mentioned that even tho I made the toddler genderless and unnamed in the OG post, my personal idea is that they're a boy and that they were unnamed previously, so Price and Soap called him Simon, after, well, Simon.

These 'scenes' specifically have been running through my mind.

~

"You live here?"

Soap chuckled, unbuckling the young child from his car-seat, setting his little booted feet onto the snowy ground below, the frost crunching under his tiny toes. "Yep."

Big brown eyes stared up at him as he pulled away to close the door, holding wonder that only a toddler could bring, "Mr John's house is bigger."

He couldn't help but laugh, taking the child's gloved hand in his own before beginning to walk them along to the front door. "Is it, now?"

Simon nodded vigorously, "But he lives with his friend, so it has to be big!"

"He lives with Nik." Soap nodded in sync, "So it has to be big. You're right."

"Do you live with a friend?"

He smiled sadly, "Not anymore."

"Oh." Simon blinked, biting his lip as he took in this information. The toddler stood in silence as Soap unlocked the door, letting them both in. When the door closed with a squeak, he heard a soft; "Did he go away?"

"Yeah, kidda," He ruffled his brown, curly hair, "he went away." Lifting the child up to sit on the nearby stairs, he quickly undid the buckles on his boots, placing clean socked feet back down onto fresh tile. "But I've got you now, don't I?"

Simon giggled, "I'll be your friend. Then maybe you can get a bigger house!"

"Maybe I can." Tugging the young boys jacket off, he hung it on his near-empty coat-rack. "Speaking of friends, I do have one friend who lives here."

"Really?" Simon went pittering off as soon as he was free from Soap's hands, peering into each room curiously. "Where?"

"She's outside. She only comes around sometimes." He smiled, hearing tiny footsteps behind him as he walked to the backdoor. As expected, his friend was there. A little white and black stray cat.

Simon gasped excitedly, practically vibrating with happiness, "Can we let her in? Please?"

"We can." As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with happy meows and rumbling purrs. He leant down to stroke her flank, "Hey, sweet girl."

Small fingers reached out hesitantly next to his own. Uncertain.

He smiled, tilting his head over slightly to see the boy, "You can stroke her, Simon, it's alright."

"She's soft." Simon said softly as gentle, careful fingers ran over her neck. The cat leaned into it happily, purring and rumbling, "Does she have a name?"

Soap shook his head, "Would you like to name her?"

Simon hummed, peering down at her, thinking. The cat brushed up against his leg in the meantime, tail in the air and blue eyes bright as she too studied him. "Cat."

"Cat?"

He nodded, "Just Cat."

Soap laughed, "Alright then, Cat it is. Now who's ready for some food?"

Magical scene change

"This is my room?"

Soap smiled, flicking on the light. It wasn't much, and to him it was obvious it was quickly put together- he hadn't had much time after accepting to babysit Simon to get it all set up. There were some toys tucked in a corner, and he'd painted one wall a relaxing shade of blue, oh and of course it had a bed, but besides that, it was pretty empty. "If you want." He ruffled the kid's hair affectionately, "When you come round ol' Soap's this is all yours. We can decorate it too, however you want, just like at John's home, yeah?"

"Okay!" Simon ran in, jumping straight onto the low-bed. He looked back at Soap. "Can Cat stay in my room?"

He chuckled. The cat had already made herself quite comfortable at the end of the bed anyway. "Yeah, Cat can stay in your room."

Simon quickly got under the blankets, dragging the feline in with him, not that she complained. "I like it here."

"I'm glad, kidda."

"Will Mr John be mad if I like it here more?"

Soap laughed, imagining the horror on Price's face knowing he was outdone by Soap of all people, "No, no he won't."

"Good." Simon's eyes closed slightly, and he yawned, snuggling closer to his cat friend, "I like it here more."

~

THIS IS IT THIS IS IT NO MORE

I just had to get this out of my system because holy SHIT it hurt

Also I was gonna name the cat Riley after a stray cat I too semi-adopted (until someone else stole her from me and slapped a collar on her UGH) but the name was just too close to COD.

She was called Riley haha

Fic idea COD

This isn't something I can see myself writing but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for a few days. If you wanna use it, feel free!

~

OG Team Force 141, 2009.

Soap and Price are the only ones still alive. They're still working, still doing their thing in the military, but they're tired, and sad (Of course they're sad, their friends are dead).

Which all comes crashing down when they find out Ghost- yeah, their Ghost, who died an unspecified amount of time prior, has a kid. A kid that even Ghost didn't know about. Be it from one-night-stand or past lover, nobody knows the answer.

Not even said kid, whose been dumped at the gates of their barracks. Dirty, barely clothed, and waddling around cluelessly with a thumb in their mouth without a care in the world.

Cue Soap and Price learning to heal while becoming unexpected dads (In a non-ship way, platonic/family bond) (In my tiny brain Soap loved Ghost, even if he never said anything, and having this moment in his life to honour his friend is something he won't take for granted).

~

This is hurting my brain. Someone help me.

Like I said, if you wanna use this as inspiration, please do, don't have to credit me, I sure as hell am not writing this train-wreck of a depressingly cute fic. My heart already hurts just thinking about it, I'd be sobbing five words in.

[90spumkin]

Bewitched

Summary:  Emily bumps into one of Spencer’s students, quite literally. Emily doesn’t know what it is about this girl, but she is undoubtedly bewitched by her.

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Here to spread my love and appreciation for Emily Prentiss.

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of age gap

Word Count: 1.1K

Emily had decided she missed the curly haired genius and then continued to make plans with him for lunch. That is how she found herself weaving her way across campus towards Spencer Reid’s class. Seeing all the students with their hands full of books made her not miss college one bit. She was lost in her people watching so she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her rather quickly. What made her realize someone was rushing in her direction was the collision between her and someone else. 

 She caught her footing and reached out to catch the other person, she was muttering, “Oh my! I am so sorry! I am late and lost and just very late.” 

Emily regretted picking at Spencer and the way his IQ was slashed in half at the sight of a pretty girl because in that instant her brain was failing her. She was only able to let out a response long after the girl had continued in her frantic state. 

 The rest of her walk, Emily couldn’t get the image of the girl out of her mind. The way her beautiful eyes was filled with worry and stress as she apologized repeatedly and rushed away. Emily’s heart aches for the poor girl remembering what that had been like to be late for a lecture or exam. However, there was an underlying feeling there as well and Emily wasn’t sure if she wanted to address it. 

 When she had finally made it to Spencer’s class, he was wrapping it up and Emily filed away the fact that his class was full of mostly females for later teasing. She eased herself into a seat in the very back of the class only to look to her left and be met with the same beautiful eyes from earlier. 

 The girl gave Emily a small smile and her facial expression gave off the impression that she was slightly embarrassed. When the girl turned her focus back towards Spencer, Emily took the chance to really look at the young girl. Of course, she tried to do this as discretely as possible. 

 Emily noticed how she bounced her leg in anticipation or anxiety, how she wrote her notes furiously across her notebook, and her eyes- oh those captivating eyes drank in everything in her line of sight. 

 The rush of students standing and gathering their things brought Emily back to her senses. She stood and was about to make her way to Spencer when she felt a hand on her elbow. She turned to see the girl stare wide eyed at what she had just done. She started to talk frantically like how she had during their first encounter. 

 “Hi umm I’m sorry for bumping into you earlier. I was looking at the campus map and trying to walk. I really shouldn’t have been doing that, I’m really clumsy as it is- “ 

Emily had caused the poor girl to stop her rambling with a hand on her arm, “Would you like to get coffee sometime?” The girl took a dee breath and smiled, “I’d love that. I’m y/n by the way.” She stuck out her hand for a proper greeting handshake and Emily took it trying to not pay attention to how soft it was against her own.

 Y/n’s eyes went wide once more as she let out a “oh” and started writing quickly and tearing off a piece of paper. She smiled shyly at Emily as she handed it to her, “That’s my number you can text me whenever. I’m almost always free in the afternoon so whenever you want to get coffee or not I- “

Emily cut her off with a quick, “I’ll definitely text you.” This made y/n blush and turn her face away slightly. She started to make her way towards the door, “Okay great. I’m looking forward to it.” She almost tripped while she was waving, and she started muttering as she left the room causing Emily to chuckle. Emily knew she was completely bewitched by the clumsy beauty and she was okay with that. 

 She was still facing the way y/n had not so gracefully exited when Spencer had walked up beside her. He let out a low chuckle, “Emily, be careful.” Emily looked up at the tall slender man she called friend. “What do you mean? It’s just coffee!” Emily crossed her arms and gave the boy genius a look telling him he needed to explain himself. 

 Spencer chucked once more, “All I’m saying is there is at least a decade or so between the two of you. Just something you need to remember when you get coffee”. Emily narrowed her eyes and jokingly hit Spencer’s chest at his teasing comment. She started to walk towards the door, “Come on genius I’m starving.”

 Emily tried really hard the rest of the day to not think about y/n. Spencer’s words kept playing a loop in her mind anytime she thought about y/n’s beautiful eyes or her shy smile. She had started pacing her living room with her phone clutched in one hand and y/n’s number in the other. 

 Sergio meowed at the nervous energy Emily was creating. She stopped her pacing and looked at the feline perched on the sofa, “What should I do, Sergio.” As if answering her question, the cat pawed at the hand clutching the piece of paper that could lead to Emily’s heartbreak or her happiness. 

 Emily was buzzing with energy as she made her way to the little coffee shop y/n had suggested. She had texted y/n last night and got an immediate response. Well, responses, y/n had sent a few messages back-to-back that Emily thought mirrored the way she talked in person. Emily smiled at the thought of y/n and started to feel a little nervous the closer she got to the shop.

 She could see y/n standing near the entrance, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Once she caught sight of Emily a huge grin came across her face and she started waving frantically. Emily laughed at how adorable she was. Once they were face to face, they stood there and smiled at each other a moment before Emily broke the silence, “Hi.” Y/n giggled, “Hi.” 

 “Should we go in?” Emily gestures towards the door. “Oh my, yes, of course.” Y/n went to open the door for Emily. Once they had gotten their drinks and were seated y/n spoke first, “I’m really glad you texted me last night. I’m sorry for all the messages. I get excited really easily.” 

Emily smiled over the top of her coffee and before taking a sip casually said, “My cat told me I should.” Without missing a beat y/n responded with, “I should definitely thank your cat.” Emily knew then that this beautiful chaos in front of her would not be her heartbreak or her happiness but simply her everything. 

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[peterrparrkerr]

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

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

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

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

*-*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

"Get out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I said I'm not hungry."

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

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

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

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

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tony!"

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

"I missed you."

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

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Count them out, pup."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[imagine-nation20]

Just Like This

Summary: Capture the flag isn’t always your least favorite camp activity, but sometimes it is.

Requested by: Anon

Request:Hey if your still doing Percy Jackson fics/headcannons can I request Connor stoll x shy daughter of Hecate reader pls

A/N: I started writing this as headcanons, and then I got really carried away and decided to write this, oops. I’m just glad someone requested Connor. Even if I forgot about this request and stumbled upon it very late. Also, not so sure this turned out as a shy reader, since I am bad at writing shy characters.

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Hecate’s cabin was the exact opposite of what you had expected when you first arrived at the camp. Instead of the dark, dreary color palette you had imagined based on the other camper’s cabins, it was surprisingly bright. White walls, with a mix of pale and dark purples. There were various decorations around, only one bed, and different magic bits and bobbles. One wall was taken up entirely by a bookshelf. Most of the books looked far from normal though, and you had only been brave enough to open the most plain looking ones as of yet.

It felt safe. It felt like home.

Still, you couldn't remain inside all day. Someone would notice, come looking for you, maybe make you do their chores. A knock at the door confirmed this thought, and you stood from your bed, moving over to the door.

It swung open to reveal the youngest Stoll brother, Connor, who looked to be in his usual state of disarray. Dark hair looking unbrushed, his camp shirt wrinkled, jeans rolled up to his calves, and his sneakers properly drenched and getting water all over the front steps of the cabin.

You raised a brow, “Do I want to know?”

Connor looked down to his shoes, “Probably not,” he admitted, looking up at you with a toothy grin.

You leaned against the doorway of the cabin, smiling down at Connor who was much shorter than you from his placement down the steps. “And I guess knocking on my door was more important than changing out of your drenched sneakers for some reason?”

“Annabeth ordered me to remind you not to miss capture the flag again,” He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes, “Ordered? Aren’t you supposed to be some hotshot counselor? When did you start taking orders?”

Connor leaned on one of the pillars, exaggerating a ‘smooth’ aura. “Since those orders allowed me to visit my favorite demigod.”

“Me?” You asked, faking sweetness.

A meow came from behind you, and Connor’s facade shifted into a smile, “No, Mordred.”

Your cat ran out to him from between your legs, jumping right into his arms. You glared at the cat, crossing your arms. “Traitor.”

“We should be going, if we don’t want Annabeth to cut us into little pieces for being late.”

“Do you think we could take her?”

“Ha, no.”

Capture the flag wasn’t entirely horrid. Especially since Hecate and Hermes cabins were both sided with Athena that time. That means that all Connor and you had to do was lounge around where the flag was, and make sure no stray Ares kids got a little too big for their britches. So far, they had no trouble.

“Oh, oh, I spy with my little eye, something green.”

“Connor, I swear to god, if its a leaf again-”

“This is so boring,” Connor groaned, cutting you off. “Maybe one of these days, the Athena kids should get the boring job. Let Anabeth sit as a rock for an hour with nothing to do.”

The small clearing was quiet. You and Connor shared a look. There was nothing innocent in the mischievous glint of his eyes. You began to shake your head, silently telling your friend a blanket no for whatever he was thinking.

“Connor, do-” An arrow whizzed through the trees, catching you in the shoulder. You shouted out in both surprise and the sudden pain that came from the tip embedding itself into your skin. It had cut through the leather armor like butter.

“(Y/N)!” Connor shouted.

The sound of a heavy scuffle met your ears, your eyes staring up at the canopy of trees above. Footsteps, echoing beneath you through the packed dirt. Your eyes drifted over to your shoulder, seeing the arrow shaft sticking up from your shoulder. With a bit to your lip, and a deep breath, you reached over to feel the back side.

The tip of the arrow was poking out from the leather armor. Knowing that pulling it back would just cause more damage, you reached to the shaft, snapping the wooden stick off. This would give more access to movement, and you wouldn’t have to worry about knocking into it and causing more pain.

Slowly, you stood. The sword on your belt was easily drawn with a ‘shink’, drawing the attention of the Ares boy making his way towards the flag. Connor was busy with another, their sword clashing. The Ares kid smirked at you, charging with a hearty yell.

You ducked the blow, kicking out at his shin. The boy toppled forward, groaning. You hit the back of his head with the pommel of the sword, halting his movements. He would have a terrible headache when he woke up, but at least you hadn’t the stomach to repay him for the arrow wound.

“Hey, you good?” Connor’s hand was on your good shoulder, he eyes peering closely into your own. You must have been staring at the knocked out camper for too long.

“Yeah,” you lied, feeling the pain ripple through your shoulder. “I think I should go see Chiron.”

Connor nodded, reaching down to his belt for the emergency horn there. After a few events of campers in danger with no way to call, Chiron had proposed special war horns for the counselors to call for help.

“I think something is wrong,” You mumbled, looking down at the wound. It was festering a dark purple. “That’s not good.”

The horn blew, and you blacked out.

~~~

When you came too again, you were in the Apollo tent. A few other campers were held up in cots, but it was mostly empty. Outside, cricket could be heard. You must’ve been asleep for a good few hours. Your stomach rumbled at the thought of missing dinner.

Every little movement hurt, even tilting your head to look around the tent. Something cloth rustled on your head, and you went to lift your right hand. However, you found yourself unable, as your hand was pinned to the bed by a much larger, warmer hand.

Connor’s head rested on the cot beside you, his dark, curly hair spilling across the linen sheets. Soft breathes escaped his mouth, which hung open. Soft cheeks dampened by puffiness and dark purple circles beneath the lids of his eyes.

“He’s been there the whole time,” A quiet voice whispered. “Will couldn’t get him to leave.”

You looked over, spotting an injured and annoyed looking Nyssa. She looked like she had been hit by a train, and knowing the Hephaestus cabin, she probably had.

“Did he miss dinner?” You whispered back.

Nyssa gave you a weird look, “Yeah, three of them. Will had to shove a plate into his hands and force feed him.”

Your eyes widened, “Wait, three?”

“Yeah, you’ve been out for two whole days,” Nyssa looked out the flap longingly, “At least you didn’t have to be awake for it though. Harley set off an explosion in the workshop, threw me into a wall. Everyone was still scrambling around you when I got here.”

A shift beside you, and you looked down. Connors dark lashes were fluttering, his eyes slowly peeling open. The bright blue looked dulled, like it had lost its shine. They trailed up your arm, seeing you sat up slightly, eyes peering back.

He let out a shaky breath, “(Y/N),” sitting bolt straight, he gripped your hand. “Are you okay?”

“What happened, Con?”

He looked almost annoyed, though not at you, “That stupid Ares kid accidentally loaded his quiver with poisoned arrows. Don’t worry though, I accidentally laced his food with laxatives, and his bed with roaches.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched out over your face, “And here I would have thought you wouldn’t have had time, being here twenty-four-seven and all,” you gave him a look.

“Yeah yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “Listen-”

“Oh for gods’ sake, just kiss and get it over with. If I have to sit through one more awkward conversation where you two dance around each other I’ll poison you both,” Nyssa growled out, looking only mildly annoyed in reality.

You shared a look with Connor, both of you holding back smiles, “Should I tell her?”

“What? That we’ve been dating for the last two years?”

You both turned to look at her simultaneously. Nyssa looked almost horrified at the realization. Her mouth hung open, the hello kitty Band-Aid on her cheek scrunched as her face did.

“Oh Zeus’ beard, you two are just like this? May the god’s have mercy…” She muttered under her breath, laying down in bed. She moved her pillow over her head to block you out.

You and Connor shared a laugh, and with both of you stuck inside the tent after curfew, you saw no problem in letting him climb into the cot with you. It was a more comfortable and peaceful sleep for you both.

[fallingstarnovel]

Chapter One

Evan Golightly didn't consider himself an unlucky kind of guy. It wasn't like he was wandering around winning the lottery, but he also wasn't getting hit by chunks of blue ice from the sky from a passing airplane.

This week was just like every other week he had experienced so far. As he walked to his lecture across the university campus, he saw the same people he usually did and went to the same places as always. He didn't step on any cracks in the pavement, and he didn't walk under any ladders. He didn't find any four leaf clovers either, and he didn't have a lucky rabbit's paw on his key chain. He had a coffee cup in his hand – medium sized, not big and not small. 

He was a little late, because he had stopped to pet a black cat that lay on the pavement in front of him, but that was okay. The lecturer was very forgiving, and most people were a few minutes late anyway due to a clash in timetabling. 

Evan couldn't remember if seeing a black cat was good luck or bad luck. As the kitty purred and rubbed itself up against his fingers, he couldn't help but smile and talk to it quietly.

"Oh, you like that? You like the scritches? You're so handsome, such a handsome boy..."

Someone behind him coughed disapprovingly. A little embarrassed at getting caught, Evan straightened up and kept walking, forgetting all about whether black cats were lucky or not. 

As he approached the building where his lecture was held, Evan started climbing the concrete steps up to the entrance.

If luck could be charted on a bell curve, with some people being extremely lucky, and some being extremely unlucky, then Evan considered himself to be slap bang in the middle. If he entered the lottery, he might win one of the smallest prizes, but not very often. If he got onto a crowded bus, there would be a seat available, but not a very good one. If he chose answers at random on a test, he would get a 50% grade at the end. 

There was a meow from down by his feet. The black cat was following him. It had big green eyes which were staring at him as it meowed again. 

"I'm sorry, I would love to play with you, but I'm late," Evan said. He knew the cat didn't understand, but he still felt like being polite. 

The cat meowed very loudly and then started walking in between Evan's feet as he climbed the stairs. He started to worry that he was going to trip, slowing down and trying to shoo it away with his foot. It meowed again, but ran away, standing at a distance and staring at him. 

Evan had always been weak for cute things. He bit his lip. "Ahh, I'm sorry! Wait until my lecture finishes, I'll come back and give you scritches then!" 

He was almost at the top of the stairs now. Evan turned away from the cat – only to see a small black shadow out the corner of his eye down by his sneakers. He felt something brush against his leg, and then he tripped over something, and before he knew what was happening, he was falling backwards down the stairs. 

Evan let out a sharp cry, his arms windmilling around him as he went into freefall. 

Not the stairs... not the stairs! This was why he hated stairs! He always knew they would kill him one day! 

Before he could fall any further and roll down the stairs and smash like a boiled egg, he felt someone grab his arm and hold him still. His bag hit the ground and his coffee cup went flying, bouncing down the steps and spilling coffee everywhere, but Evan...

Evan was being held up at the top of the stairs by a strong, sure grip. 

He looked around in surprise. Holding his arm was a smiling youth with curly blond hair, tumbling in cherubic whorls around his ears. The youth looked just as shocked, his eyes big and wide as he stared at Evan. As he stopped Evan from falling. 

There was a moment of silence. The youth pulled Evan forward onto the flat ground at the top of the steps, and let go. 

"You..." Evan said in a rush. "You saved me! Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner..." 

The youth hesitantly smiled back, his eyes flickering down the stairs. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just tripped on a–" Evan said, gesturing to the cat. 

The cat was no longer there. It had disappeared. 

"... Huh. Guess I tripped on nothing. Um, thanks. Oh, man, my coffee..."

The youth picked up Evan's bag and handed it over to him. His eyes were wide, like he was recovering from a sudden shock. "Sorry. I'll buy you a new one."

"Don't worry about it, it was my fault," Evan said with a laugh. "I owe you for saving me. I should buy you a coffee!" 

The youth looked at Evan. He couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were light grey, bright and cold, crinkling at the corners in a warm smile. "There's no need to thank me. You don't owe me a thing."

Evan had heard those two sentences before many times in his life. He had heard it from friends who had done him a favour, and from customer service workers who helped him get a discount for his broken laptop, and from the nice woman in the corner shop who sent his mom flowers when she heard his grandfather had died. 

They had always been said with varying levels of sincerity. A lot of people said "no need to thank me", but secretly wanted to be thanked very much. If you didn't thank them, they wouldn't help you in the future. People were weird like that. 

But when this guy said it, for some reason Evan understood that it was the absolute truth. Like it wouldn't matter if Evan thanked him or not – he would still help him. 

Feeling a little flustered, Evan scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I have a lecture now, so I better... uh, you're sure you don't want a coffee afterwards?"

The youth seemed to think about it for just a second too long, before shaking his head. His smile was apologetic. "It's fine. Enjoy your lecture." He started walking away. 

"Ah, uh, you too," Evan said in a panic, before quietly smacking his own face. He had no idea if the guy even had a lecture. Stupid, stupid, stupid... 

The youth came to a stop. He slowly turned around, an angelic, apologetic smile on his face. "Actually, I'm a little lost. Could you tell me where room M42 is?" 

"That's – that's where I'm going now! That's where my lecture is!" Evan gave him a wide grin. "Astro 228, right?"

The youth nodded. "Right."

"Just follow me, then. Huh... I didn't know we shared a class, sorry I didn't recognise you!"

"That's okay," the youth said quietly from behind him as they entered the lecture building together. "I tend to stay quiet." 

Watery winter sun did its best to shine through the floor length windows of the lecture building. It shone off the back of Evan’s pale neck, the black hair that fell in every direction. It reflected off the otherboy’s grey eyes, making them seem more luminous, more pallid, as they watched Evan with keen, unwavering interest.

Evan walked slightly ahead to lead the way. "Well, I definitely won't forget you now. You saved my life! What's your name?"

The youth was quiet. Evan waited for an answer for an uncomfortably long time, before wondering if he had spoken too quietly. He was about to repeat the question when a soft voice from behind him said "Ruth."

Ruth? Wasn't Ruth a girl's name? Was this guy actually a girl? "Oh, Ruth? Ahh, that's a cool name."

"You don't think it's weird? That a guy has a girl's name?"

Oh, thank god, he didn't have to try and subtly ask awkward questions about pronouns. Maybe the guy was used to this kind of thing and anticipated the awkwardness. "No, I don't think so. As long as you like it, then that's all that matters. I'm Evan by the way." 

The youth hummed. "I know." 

Now Evan felt guilty. He didn't even remember seeing this guy around, but he remembered Evan's name. Ah, this was too bad. He would definitely make an effort to remember him now. "Well, here it is. Just in time–"

"Actually, you go ahead," Ruth said suddenly. "I need to use the bathroom."

Evan turned around and blinked at him. "Oh. Sure. I'll see you in a bit, then."

The youth nodded. He hesitated, before speaking again.

“It was nice to talk to you.” 

He gave Evan one last beatific smile, before walking away and disappearing around the corner. Evan quietly let himself into the lecture and scurried to the back, mouthing "sorry" at the lecturer, who ignored him. 

He made sure to keep the seat next to him free for Ruth even as other students trickled in. 

The lecturer coughed several times to get the attention of the class. 

"So, last week I opened the lecture with the following quote: God does not play dice with the universe. This is oft quoted and attributed to Einstein himself in a letter to a friend criticizing what he saw as the unacceptable flaw in quantum mechanics, that is, the possibility of unpredictable random events on a molecular level. In many ways, he was right. We have been learning how to chart the movement of objects in a vacuum – predicting the orbits of distant planets and stars around the insatiable black holes that are, themselves, in a perpetual state of movement. I know that most of you have grasped the basics of this particular module very quickly. Predictability is a magnetic lure – one gets lulled into the false sense of security knowing that we can work out the trajectory of some far flung meteor to a high degree of accuracy. As if space can be imagined as some unfathomably large clock, each cog in place, every heavenly body caught in an eternal, rational, predictable waltz to the swing of a baton that, if only we have the numbers, might one day understand the rhythms of. If you turn your attention to the notes we made on how you can work out the speed of rotation of a planet..."

Evan tried very hard to concentrate and make notes. There was always a buffer at the start of the class where this particular lecturer went on a long tangent about random things he thought were interesting, and he usually zoned out through them, but once the actual maths was brought in, there was no possibility of daydreaming and letting it slip by. If you missed anything, you ended up being more confused down the line when the more complicated stuff got brought in. 

The poor girl next to him was doomed. She fell asleep almost immediately, and Evan lit a candle in his mind for her. RIP your grades, you snoozy bitch. At the same time, he was envious. Why couldn’t he take a nap instead of doing work?

He tried to concentrate, but all through the lecture, Evan couldn't help but keep looking at the doorway, wondering when Ruth was going to appear. How long did it take to use the bathroom? Did the poor guy have a stomach upset? 

By the time the lecture was over, Evan had accepted that Ruth wasn't going to appear. He lit a candle in his heart for the guy's bowel system. Clearly, he had been having some kind of toilet trouble and decided to skip the lecture. 

What a shame. He seemed so... interesting. 

After the lecture was over, Evan slowly clambered out of his seat. The lecturer had set a bunch of exercises to do at home, and the library was calling for a study session. Time to shuffle into Tesco to get a £3 meal deal and sit down for several hours to pound his brain into submission! 

"Hey, Evan," someone called out as they left the lecture. "Evan, wait up!" 

There was a girl chasing after Evan. She had warm brown skin and an infectious smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Oh, sorry Aliya," he said, slowing down so she could catch up. "Did you enjoy the lecture?"

Aliya pouted. "No, are you insane? Enjoy it? Why did I do an astrophysics course again? There's so much maths. I genuinely think I would drop out if I didn't think my mum would kill me."

Evan nodded in agreement. "Sometimes I think about switching to an art degree instead. I won't do it. But I just think about it sometimes."

"Wait, wait, I wanted to ask you something," Aliya said, slapping his arm lightly. "House party. I've been invited, but I don't want to go alone. It's a bunch of people I don't know very well, and..."

Evan rolled his eyes. "If you don't know them, why are you going?"

"Because I don't know how to say no!" Aliya moaned. "It's a pretty casual thing, don't worry. You know I don't drink, so I'll probably be dipping early. Please? Please please please? Please just come for a little while, just to keep me company..."

Evan wasn't a prude. He liked a good party. The thing was that he liked a good party with people he knew. "And I don't know anyone there?"

"Probably not, they're all from netball club. But hey – you'll know me!" 

"I don't know you. Who are you. Why are you following me."

"Evaaaaan. Please! I'll do anything."

There was a long silence as they exited the lecture building together. Evan watched the students stream out of the building on their way to other classes, or the library, or their rooms to go back to sleep. 

He wasn't exactly great at making friends. Aliya was the only person on his course that he talked to regularly. It was why he was pretty excited to get to know Ruth, except he disappeared, so that was a bust. He tried a few clubs and societies, but none of them had really clicked so far. 

He hadn't been to a party in ages. He was wasting the best years of his youth in university, and he wasn't even going to parties. What was the point? He was living like a grandpa and he was only twenty one! 

He wasn't an old man yet! He didn't have a pension! He still liked electronic music!

Maybe this was the chance Evan needed to make new friends. How hard could it be? 

"Sure, why not." 

Aliya cheered. "Yay! Thank you, big guy. I owe you one. Oh, wow, watch your feet, it looks like someone spilled their coffee down the stairs... haha, poor them..."

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[warriorsbutnotreally]

ooo cat ratings, fun! i have art of all my ocs on my blog if u want a better look at them

kindlesting: unnaturally tall ginger tabby tom with a white chest and feet. he also has white anime hair. i dont have much about him oops

cactusdash: greenish-grey tom with darker grey and white markings. he has a dog bite scar and two long scars on his neck, and a small scar on his nose. he also has anime hair and is in a relationship with estate

estate (kittypet): a non binary kittypet with red somali cat-like markings. they r really big and really fluffy! they wear a fancy blue collar and have a blue bow tied around their tail. their boyfriend is cactusdash

monsteryowl (monster like car): a she-cat with a white head, gray body, dark grey legs and black feet and belly. she also has a black marking on her face. she has lots of curly fur all over her body, except her legs, which are less fluffy. she has really long fangs and is always loud

hoofsnort: a cream coloured med-cat tom with very light brown markings. his feet have light brown, brown and black markings going down them. he has a brown and black muzzle which is barely visible because of his long black hair. he tries to tie his hair up with herbs but he still has enough hair for it to entirely cover his eyes. he also has a black tail. he is the son of driptail.

driptail: a cream coloured tom with white feet and ears. most of his head and back are a greenish-blue colour. farther down his back, near his tail the green-blue gets darker, then turning into just blue near the end of his tail. he has fish-shaped spots all along his back and tail, and a single fish spot on his forehead. he really wants to kill people and probably does way to many drugs. he is the father of hoofsnort

okay there r my cats hope u like them

!!!

Kindlesting sounds like your classic anime protagonist!! idk why he just gives me that energy, but it might be the 'anime hair' description kfjsdh

hopefully when they translate his story they don't hand him over to 4kids /j

When I first got the request I kept staring at Cactusdash cause he, by far, has the coolest name here. I hope he kicked those dogs' asses tbh. I do like the greenish-gray description cause like

yeah sometimes cats just look like that

and we love him for it

we also love his partner

not only is Estate an interesting name for a kittypet

they're nonbinary too????

I'm also absolutely obsessed with the amount of blue they're wearing tbh it's a good color to stand out against their fur!

okay so confession for the next one

I read her name is Monstery-owl

and it took way too long for my dumbass to realize it's Monster-yowl

but I got there in the end and I do think it fits with how loud she tends to be /j

you don't see a lot of cats being named Monster- [granted probably for the best because if the Erins did there would probably be ableism involved no doubt] and I think her name is a really fun use of it!

I'll admit

Hoofsnort's name sounded a little silly and it made me laugh. But I do like it!! I really love the 'anatomy prefix' names [Hoof-, Gill-, Fin-]!! And I saw the art of him and I only love him more!! <3<3

I'd trust him to heal me 100%

someone I wouldn't trust to heal me if I'm being fair

I love his name and his appearance but he seems a little

I think the phrase is 'high on his own supply'?

he fur do look soft tho so maybe I will let him poison me just for one free pet

overall, I love these fun meow meows!!

They're all unique and fun and have a lot of interesting ideas behind them!!!

I give them

🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿/ 10

[noa-ciharu]

X for the fandom ask 💕💕

X reduced 10 years from my lifespan. I just, love it so much ❤

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Subaru is all time fave. I adore how complex he is and how much he changed during TB and X. I have to stop here otherwise I'll never shut up about him. Also the more he suffers the more beautiful he gets. That's apparently Clamp's axiom, because look at Fai and Kamui. Yue is the only one who got away with it angst free. Also got angel wings as a bonus, and a caring bf. Kamui also got wings but bat ones. About bf.... yea. Nowdays I sometimes think about Kamui and Fuuma, mostly because I'm trying to figure out what sort of tragedy was going on there. The more I think about theories the more catastrophical it gets. No way X ending would be Disney one, probably so brutal we collectively would never recover.

Scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): there is no sin free character in X. Closest we can get is Yuzuriha, god forbid something actually happened to her. And Inuki ofc, i always wanted a real dog like husky but got stuck up with cat-alike toy poodle. I adore Arashi too. Kotori as well, how is her hair curly naturally like that? Rly cute girl such terrible fate but then again if she survived and saw what her brother turned antichrist did to her middle school crush she'd be climbing back up that cross herself. Karen is so shaped character tho, beautiful fire women with pure heart, god bless 👀🙏🔥 women in this series of disaster gays are a blessing

Scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): okay X is not only sort of underground stuff but also 30 years old so I'd say all characters except Seishirou, Subaru and Kamui are underrated to some degree. Especially Sorata, Arashi and Fuuma since they're main cast too. Those two are actually my fav mlw clamp couple. I hope they'd get 'happy' ending but they already have the 'original sin' of X (losing sight of yourself due to love for other, sacrificing yourself somehow thus hurting loved one in process), so I doubt that would happen. Fuuma tho, he's such an intresting and complex 'antagonist' to explore and hot but I rarely see people talking about him. Also from the rest I rly like Karen, Yuzuriha and Nataku in that last chapter with Karen (that "I was never treated as human being" conection between them got to me okay? ;-;). Also I once included Yuuto as bypass character in fic so he kinda grew up on me since then, even if there's not much to his character.

Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): literally Seishirou but not solely because I adore him, but because he'd either do some weird stuff like chilling on top of churches while stalking people or cringe like disappearing as sakura petals to impress (Subaru was, Kamui wasn't in slightest. You know who is more objective there) or meme worthy like being kinkshamed by Fuuma. " There's nothing between me and Subaru-kun, we just made a foolish bet long time ago" - yea sure, wait till Fuuma plucks his eye out, what about then?

Poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Seishirou invented problematic faves and Fuuma joined in step. Kamui from beginning of series is poor little meow meow, he hisses at like.... everyone and then destroys a building, all in manga's first chap while there are bishonen sparkles in the background. If it weren't for Arashi he would have killed a guy back then. He was even like "where are you taking my prey?" at her. What are you, a vampire? Nevermind, wrong series. Then he softened but at cost of Clamp torturing him. Also the potential Sakurazukamori!Subaru has as fave that does atrocities because he's forced to but at same time totally isn't - it's unparalleled.

Horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): I dont even have to choose a character, Clamp already tortures all of then for fun. Nobody is spared, they even made Keiichi suffer by killing his family and his one-sided crush on Kamui. Sorry Keiichi try rougher approach next time. So I'd say Subaru since he hasn't had a hour of happiness in a decade or Kamui cuz... well whole X, but there's a special brand of "hehehe so much for indifferent now huh?" in making Seishirou "I have no emotions, breaking a glass cup, your arm, what's the difference?" Sakurazuka catch feelings after so long and going from 😎 to 💀 ( and then ☠ quiet literally, what an icon)

Eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): I'm sending Seishirou to superhell for everything he did but also for going around in public like this:

If I ran into this on street, I wouldn't cross to the other side of street, I'd move to other side of country.

Also let's send Kakyou and Hinoto to superhell for being cryptic, poetic and never straightforward enough to say things like "yooo Kamui if you do that and that, this and that would happen. Boy look in the attic for your common sense it's gotta be somewhere". Kamui would pack his trauma and bolt out of Tokyo first morning train and we wouldn't be here on 19 years hiatus. And 30 years worth of trauma.

[yuulina-vre]

Gifting you a new life

Awkward

Pairing: Steve x Bucky, Reader insert

Warnings: none

word count: 3642 words

Part: twelve

Summary: Y/N’s now staying at Bucky’s.

Masterlist

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Y/N sits in the back of the ambulance as it rolls to the emergency ramp. Wanda talks to her about a lot of things to distract her without saying that she wants to distract her. And it works. She feels calmer than before, though she would rather have Steve by her side. The car stops and shortly after the backdoor gets opened, Sam appearing. “So, beautiful. Getting rolled in like a princess or walking like one?” Wanda snorts a laugh and Y/N shakes her head with slight amusement. She’s surprised that she can smile right now. The pain’s still pretty bad when she moves her hand or fingers. “Walking.”

“Alright, girl. Come on then.” I called ahead. Dr. Banner will see you in a few minutes. We just have to get the necessary paperwork done.” She only nods and lets Sam guide her to the waiting room and sits down on a free chair. While Wanda checks her in, he gets the paperwork and fills it out for her. Each time the doors to the Er get opened she looks up to see if Steve’s coming, though there’s no luck until now. After five minutes a man with curly hair and glasses walks up to her and Sam. “Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“My name’s Dr. Bruce Banner. I’m your doctor for today. Would you follow me, please?” She nods but glances at Sam. “Has Steve- Can you-”

“Don’t worry. I’ll call him and let him know where you are.” She nods again and follows her doctor through the hall until she gets guided into a room. “Have a seat, please.” He gestures at the stretcher on the wall and rolls a chair over. Then he prepares a tray with all sorts of things before he sits down in front of her. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I- I got a package with a bowl of acid in it and it l-leaked over my hands.”

“How much of it got on them.”

“N-not much, I think. I dropped it quickly.”

“Did you wash your hand under water afterward?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” The man nods, getting a pair of gloves on and hold his hands out. “I’m going to unwrap your hands now to look at them, to see how bad it is. Afterward, I’m cleaning them off and do what’s necessary. We’ll see if you have to stay. It depends on how bad the burns are. Do you live alone?” He starts unwrapping her hands and Y/N is so distracted that she doesn’t even notice it at first. “No, my best friend Steve lives with me.”

“That’s good. You’ll probably need some help for a few weeks.” Dr. Banner finishes unwrapping her hands and looks them over, turning them to see the other side as well. In a matter of twenty minutes her hands are wrapped again, she has a description for some cream she should use and more bandages with the instruction to switch them every few hours for the next few days. He even measures her blood pressure. He states that it’s way too high and that Y/N looks still too tense so he offers her some painkillers and give’s her something to help calm her for a while. Then he admits her to a single bedroom. She doesn’t need to wait long. Just a few minutes after Dr. Banner leaves her Steve shows up. He looks a little frantic but relaxes as soon as he sees her propped up on the bad. “Hey.”

“Hi.” She yawns sleepily, stretching her hands out for him. She feels drowsy and tired, thanks because of the meds and the adrenaline that leaves her body now. Steve walks over to her, embracing her in his arms and kissing her head. “Ready to get out?”

“Home?” She closes her eyes sleepily, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Almost, yeah. We’re going to Bucky’s.” She only hums before she feels herself drift a little.

Steve carries her all the way to his car. She hears him talking about moving to Bucky because Brock doesn’t know where he lives but she only catches half of it. Shortly after Steve starts driving off, she falls asleep, forehead pressed firmly onto the cool glass of the window. Her dreams are vivid, brutal but sweet, too. One moment Bock almost kills her while choking her and then she’s suddenly standing in her living room, still gasping for air but wrapped up in Steve’s arms with Bucky beside him, contently watching a movie. Only to be thrown back to Brock again.

The next thing she notices is that Steve lifts her again. She feels sluggish and tired, only able to wrap her arms around his neck and snuggling deeper into him. “’eve? Home?”

“Yeah, doll. We’re at Bucky’s, remember?” She hums and closes her eyes again. “Hey. I prepared the guest room on the right for her. It’s directly opposite yours and mine is next to yours.” Y/N opens her eyes again only to be met with a half worried and half-smiling Bucky. He looks at her with concern in his eyes while he guides Steve through the halls with a hand on his lower back. She smiles a small smile back and lets Steve carry her all the way upstairs and into a room. Her eyes have closed again but they fly open as she hears Bucky scolding someone. “Maggie! Get down. Y/N is supposed to lie there.” Y/N looks around and spots Bucky standing at a bed, glaring at a white cat that ignores him completely. Her green eyes are trained on Y/N, though. “That’s Maggie?” Bucky looks up, surprise on his face. “Yeah. The little rat. Always where she’s not supposed to be.” Bucky sighs and picks the cat up. The fluff ball protests with a loud meow and some struggling but Bucky’s grip is tight. Steve sets Y/N down with a small laugh. Instead of getting settled, scooting back to sit comfortably, she stretches her bandaged hands out for the cat. “Give me.” Bucky raises his eyebrows, wearing the same amused smile that Steve has on his face. “You sure, with those hands?”

“Yeah, give me, please.” She pouts a little so both boys laugh. The brunette lets the cat jump from his arms onto the bed and she walks proudly over to Y/N, not even glancing back at him. Maggie starts sniffing carefully on Y/N’s pants and on the bandaged hand she stretches out. Y/N squeals lightly as she butts her head against the wrist before climbing up on her lap. “Oh, I think they’re best buddies now, Steve. We’re no longer needed.” Bucky sighs dramatically making Steve laugh and Y/N giggle a little. Steve looks fondly at her and Y/N raises her eyes to meet his. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s nice to see you laugh.” She smiles lightly at him. “Sap.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be downstairs.” He raises his hand with another laugh but before he can follow Bucky outside Y/N stops him. “Steve?”

“Yeah?” He turns around and looks expectant at her as if Y/N would demand he stay and help her fall asleep. “Make sure you don’t let him go.”

“W-what?” Y/N sees him blush in a deep red and smiles at him. “You know what I mean.” Steve’s small smile shows that he knows exactly what she means. He nods shortly and leaves the room, letting the door just a slit opened. She smiles still at the door but then looks at her lap as the white feline climbs on her and starts rumbling in her chest. With all her care and energy that she has left, she shuffles back until her back hist the headboard, then she strokes with her hand carefully through the white fur. She doesn’t apply much pressure; afraid it will hurt her hand or the cat but she feels the fact immediately. She gets calmer the longer she has the can on her lap. The door opens after a silent knock and the brunette quickly peeks back inside the room. “Y/N, I saved your pizza and put it in my oven. If you’re hungry you can come down, yeah? Should be ready in ten.”

“Thank you, but I’m not that hungry anymore.”

“Alright. I still save you some if that big blonde goof didn’t eat everything by the time I get down.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” Y/N chuckles at him but is quickly distracted as Magnolia supports herself on her shoulders and butts her head against her chin. She misses Bucky’s smile and the snapping of his camera.

 * * *

 That night, Y/N turns in bed several times. She’s tired, but each time she closes her eyes, she has pictures of Brock in her mind, of the things he did and the things he could do. Maggie lies next to her on the bed, fast asleep, tightly cuddled against her shoulder. She had purred for a while, obviously trying to calm Y/N down, until she fell asleep herself. Y/N sighs and carefully slips out of bed. Her hands burn and throb badly and she remembers that she could take another dose of painkillers. As silently as she can she leaves the room only to looks up and down the hall. Her eyes lock on the door across hers, trying to remember which room belongs to who. She thinks Bucky said something about Steve being right across her so she steps up to the door that’s slightly ajar. For a moment she debates if she should wake him and ask if he would watch a movie with her. That usually helps her fall asleep pretty fast and if not, she always tires herself out while painting. Though, that won’t be a possibility for a while. At least as long as she’s not willing to learn drawing with her nose or feet which she really isn’t interested in.

She stares a little longer at the wood until her tiredness wins and she opens the door silently with one foot. “Steve?” The room is dark and no noises are heard except for soft breathing and the occasional snore. “Steve?” She whispers a little louder, tip-toeing over to the bed, and is surprised to not only find Steve there but Bucky, too. She had stayed in her bed, napped a little. She hasn’t heard them get up the stairs nor them slipping together into Steve’s room. Well, Y/N isn’t blind though, and has seen how well they get along, so instead of being concerned that they already started sharing a bed, she decides to be proud of Steve. He usually is a little awkward and old-fashioned about this kind of thing, so it’s an immensely big step for him as well. She blushes a little, feeling like she’s intruding and seeing something she shouldn’t see. They’re dressed, thankfully, which means this isn’t more awkward than it could have been. She’s just about to leave as she hears Steve groan. “Y/N?” His voice is slurred, obviously tired and sleepy. “Sorry. I’ll go again.”

“Nah, was’sup?” She watches as he sits up a bit, letting Bucky’s normal arm slip from his chest. The brunette huffs in his sleep and turns a little. Y/N can see that he’s not wearing his prosthetic. Thankfully. If it hurt on the day what must it feel like at night and sleeping on it? “Y/N?” Her eyes snap back to Steve and she shuffles on her feet. “I can’t sleep.” Steve raises his eyebrows at her, not really looking surprised. “Wanted to ask if you’re watching a movie with me, but… you have a guest, so I just-” She points back at the door ready to leave, but Steve stands up, walks around the bed, and crosses the one foot over to her to wrap her in a hug, pressing her to his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it’s a lot right now.”

“Not as worse with him as it was before.” She chuckles dryly. She knows she’s right, though. Burns aren’t the worst that Brock can do, and she knows it pretty well. They stay like this for a moment, reluctant on what to do. She buries her face in his chest and sighs deeply. Another hand startles them. The hand grabs Y/N’s arms and she’s about to scream, but then she notices that Bucky had gotten out of bed. He pulls her with him on the bed, lies back down, and pulls her into him with a yawn. “Ehh…” Y/N looks startled and confused at Bucky, whose eyes are closed already. Then her eyes switch to Steve who just stands there and looks surprised. “Punk, you’re staying there?” Y/N looks a little uncomfortable to Steve, haven’t thought Bucky would do something like that. He knows her even less than he knows Steve! But then again, she doesn’t know him that well either and still invited him over and plays matchmaker for both of them. Steve only raises his eyebrows before he snorts. “Jerk.” He crawls back in bed and warps Y/N in his own arms, pulling her close to him like they do, when one of them is in a bad mood. She snuggles a little closer into his embrace and closes her eyes. Sleep comes sooner than she has expected it to come and it’s calm.

* * *

 Monday morning is a slow-going one. Bucky stays home with Y/N, Having off anyway. Steve has gone to work like usual, promising to tell Tony that she won’t be at work for the rest of the week and telling her, that he will be home around lunch, skipping his last class, since they are still working on their art projects and it’s not like the kids won’t be happy about it. As long as they finish their projects until Friday it doesn’t bother him as well. He should be home any minute now.

Y/N sits on the couch, flipping through a book with her fingertips as best as she can, while Bucky plays with Maggie on the carpet. He was supposed to do housework but Y/N isn’t the one to tell him that. Then the doorbell rings. “Could you?” Bucky sits on the floor while Maggie crawls all over him, so Y/N nods and stands up. The doorbell rings violently. Instantly, she knows who it is, even before she opens the door. Tony is pressing the button violently, while another man stands behind him, looking pretty embarrassed. Y/N stares for seconds before she catches herself. “What are you doing here?”

“What does Rogers mean, you can’t come to work because that asshole burnt your hands?” Y/N looks down at her wrapped hands before she really notices the other man behind Tony. “Dr. Banner?”

“Hi.” Dr. Banner waves shyly at her and Tony only raises his eyebrows. “Why do you know each other?”

“He’s the doctor that looked at my hands.” Y/N looks still confused at the doctor, but Tony turns around to him. “Why haven’t you told me? I worried for nothing!”

“You wouldn’t let me finish.” Tony rolls his eyes and turns back to Y/N. “So, are we gonna have a chat at the door or will you let me in? And where’s your Robo-friend? I want to look at that arm.”

“Tony!”

“Where’s who?” Just then does Bucky comes around the corner and steps up next to Y/N, looking at the new guests With Maggie on his arm. “Oh. I know that one. Isn’t he your boss?” Bucky raises his eyebrows and looks at Tony, who only crosses his arms. “Yeah, he is. Also, a friend.” She glances back at him before she looks at Bucky. “And a little worried about me. Hey Bucky, can I talk to you for a sec?” Y/N doesn’t wait for an answer and starts dragging the man to the kitchen, careful of her hands that start throbbing again. She doesn’t tell Tony or Bruce to come in, knowing Tony does it anyway. “What’s wrong?” Bucky stops walking in the kitchen and Y/N turns to him, glancing nervously at the door and back to Bucky. “Well, you know. Tony isn’t always the nicest. I mean… eh... He doesn’t mean to be bad, but sometimes insults just… slip.” She cringes a little at her sorry excuses of explanation. “Aha.” Bucky frowns at her, looking like he doesn’t understand her concern and Y/N clears her throat. “So, he knows you have-”

“Y/N, I don’t care if he insults my arm. I’m used to it by now.” Y/N sighs and looks at his arm. Bucky really shouldn’t be used to it. He’s such a nice person and knowing that he gets lots of comments about his missing limb makes Y/N sad. “Okay. There’s something else, though.”

“What is it?”

“Okay, so, you know Tony works at the school and is the headmaster, right?” She waits for Bucky to nod before she continues. “Well, he’s not only the headmaster and a teacher but an engineer. He built some things for the army before he dropped that and invented stuff like mobiles, tablets, things for clean energy… for people.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with me.” Y/N looks at him, a bit lost, debating how to tell him that Tony wants to see his arm. She still doesn’t know if it’s a difficult topic for him to get touched by strangers. “He wants to look at your arm.” She blurts it out and curses herself afterward. “Oh.” Bucky suddenly looks pretty unsure. He looks down at his hand with a frown before he looks back at Y/N. “You don’t need to let him. You can just tell him you don’t want to, but he knows what he does. Sometimes, though, he’s a bit harsh with words and feelings.”

“No, I- I think it’s okay.” Bucky shrugs and Y/N can see that he tries to play it cool but really isn’t. “Maybe he might help with your shoulder. He could figure out why it so uncomfortable.” Bucky only nods. “Yeah…” For a moment she worries that she did something wrong but then Bucky sighs and gestures her to start walking. “Let’s meet him.” Tony has already made himself comfortable while Dr. Banner throws an apologizing look at them. Y/N smiles kindly at him, settling down beside Tony. Bucky gestures for the Doctor to have a seat. They chat for a while about the school, the renovations Tony’s doing on his house, again, and about a lot of normal stuff. Bruce, how she learned to call him now, wraps her hands again and says that it looks better than the day before, but she still has to apply the salve and wrap it up for a few more days. Magnolia seems to find the new guests as a disturbance but settles on Y/N’s lap and lets her stroke her fur in pleasure. She still throws glares at the two brunettes, though. At some point, Y/N looks up at Bucky and finds him staring at her with a pout. “What?”

“It’s not fair, you know?”

“What do you mean?” She watches him confused. His eyes wander to Maggie and Y/N’s hand and back up. “She already loves you more than me. That’s not fair. I’m feeding her.” Y/N instantly barks out a laugh. “Are you jealous?”

“Yes.” Y/N laughs even louder now and just throws a pitying look at him. “I’m sorry. Can’t help it, though.”

“Maybe I can help with that.” Y/N looks up to see Steve entering the Livingroom, crooked smile and work bag slung over his shoulder. He walks up to Bucky, who turns around and puts his hands on the other man’s shoulder, lightly massaging him with a soft smile. “Look at that, Rogers finally found himself a girlfriend.”

“Tony!” Y/N scolds him the same moment Bruce does. At least he has the decency to look ashamed and shatters that the next second. “A boyfriend, sorry.” Y/N rolls her eyes and catches Steve blushing furiously while Bucky just looks equal confused, embarrassed, and… happy? Steve rubs his neck, casts a small look at Tony, and vanishes quickly. Y/N glances at Bucky. “I’m sorry, I told you he’s not good with feelings and all.” Bucky just shrugs.

„So, Robo-cop. Show me this arm.”

“Tony! Sensitive topic, remember?” Y/N glares at him but Tony doesn’t care. He only mutters a silent please and stands up to walk closer to bucky. The brunette looks a little uncomfortable at the engineer. “Buck, you don’t have to.”

“Pah, nonsense. I’m just wanting to look at it. Any trouble with it so far?” He steps closer to Bucky inspecting his arm first without touching, then he crouches down and holds out his hand. Despite what most people believe, Tony knows damn well that not everybody likes to get toughed, especially when it’s about the prosthetic so he offers Bucky the chance to choose when and if he likes to get touched. Bucky hesitates for a second but then puts his hand in Tony’s. “It hurts my shoulder. Doesn’t fit right and it’s pretty heavy. Sometimes the responses are delayed and instead of grabbing something I knock it over.”

“Hm. I see.” Tony runs his fingers over the prosthetic from the fingers up to the elbow. “Can I?” he motions for Bucky’s t-shirt and bucky nods. Y/N watches in amazement how Tony runs his hand along the arm, shoving the sleeve up as well, and then… suddenly barks out a laugh. “hammer tech!” He stands up, still laughing, and it's down beside Y/N again. She has to admit that she can’t suppress her own smirk. “What’s so funny?” Poor Bucky looks utterly confused and Steve matches his look as he joins him on his couch. “hammer tech is bad. I can build you a better one.”

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[bellakitse]

Of little girls and their cats

TK Strand has seen Officer Carlos Reyes before, but it isn't until he meets his daughter that he gets to know the man.

* Carlos has a daughter, his daughter has a cat up a tree, TK brings the cat down.

TK watches as his fellow firefighter, Judd Ryder comes back into the kitchen from talking with his wife with a broad smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” he can’t help but ask, he’s only known Judd for a few weeks, and this kind of open amusement is not something he’s used to.

“Grace,” Judd says with a smile, his voice fond the way it always is when he speaks about his wife. “She got a call from her goddaughter, telling her that her cat Mr. Whiskers is stuck in a tree and asked if she could ask the firemen to come and get it down. She called to ask if I could drive over there, it’s not far.” Judd finishes looking over at Owen in question.

TK watches his father too, no matter what the movies say, firefighters don’t really waste their time getting cats down from trees, but TK also knows his dad is a sucker for kids, plus, it’s been a painfully slow shift, everything is clean, and everyone is bored.

TK stands up, knowing before his father even opens his mouth that he’s going to indulge the little girl. Sure enough, Owen smiles.

“Let's go save Mr. Whiskers,” he says to the room, grinning when the rest of the crew laughs as they head downstairs.

Judd nods, pulling out his phone again as he follows Marjan and Paul, more than likely calling Grace back to tell her they’re going.

TK walks alongside his father, elbowing him in the side. “You old softy,” he says quietly, grinning when his father gasps at the word old.

“Who can say no to little girls and their cats?” Owen questions him.

TK shakes his head, amused. “Not us, it seems.”

They get into one of the trucks, and just like Judd promised, the ride takes no more than ten minutes before they’re pulling up to a blue ranch-style house with a massive tree in the front. As they get out, TK spots the cutest little girl, probably no older than seven with long curly hair in pigtails by the tree. Next to her is another girl, a teenager who is looking at them with wide eyes and worry on her face.

“Someone called about a Mr. Whiskers?” Judd calls out a step behind him, and TK watches as the little girl lights up.

“Uncle Judd!” she screams, pulling out of the teen’s hold to run to the other fireman. TK watches as the surly man grins widely, picking the girl up.

“Mr. Judd,” the older girl addresses him, and the rest of them. “I’m so sorry Lisbeth called you guys. I didn’t even realize she had the phone in her hand. Her dad is on the way, and he’s not happy about it.”

Judd waves the girl’s apologies away.

“She called Grace, not dispatch, we just had free time on our hands,” Judd reassures her, turning the little girl in his arms towards them. “Lisbeth, this is the 126, wanna say hi?”

The little girl seems to go shy as all eyes are on her, hiding her face in Judd’s neck as she gives them a small wave.

Judd just smiles, hiking her up higher on his hip. “Guys, this is Lisbeth Reyes, she’s officer Reyes’, daughter,” he tells them, and TK tries not to react.

He knows the name and the man, he’s seen him more than once on a call, and while they haven’t spoken much, there is still this thing between them. Something indefinable but very much there. Maybe it’s that TK is a hundred percent sure that they’re eye-fucking every time they’re near each other.

TK shakes his head, probably not the best time to think about Officer Reyes and how much he wants him when in front of his kid. He’s not done considering that, when they hear the siren of a police car. TK and the rest of the crew turn to watch as the car pulls up to the house, and TK holds his breath as Officer Reyes steps out of the car, large, imposing, and damn hot in his uniform. He has a frown on his face as he focuses his attention on his daughter.

“Lisbeth Rebekah Reyes,” Carlos starts as he steps on the grass with his hands on his hips.

“Uh-oh,” Lisbeth whispers, which Judd agrees with a hum as he puts her down.

“Mr. Reyes, I’m so sorry,” the teen says quickly, looking around at all of them littering the yard, watching and waiting.

Carlos flashes the young girl a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, pulling out his wallet and giving her a couple of bills. “I know how tenacious my kid can be, you couldn’t stop her. I need a sitter next Tuesday afternoon, that work for you?”

The girl nods, taking the money.

“Good, I’ll text you,” Carlos gives her another calming smile. “You can head home, I’m done for the day.”

The girl hesitates for a moment before heading back towards the house, more than likely to collect her stuff.

Carlos turns back towards them, kneeling in front of his daughter. “Lisbeth, what have I said about calling 9-1-1?”

Lisbeth looks around at them with wide-eyes, and TK has to bite down on his lip to keep from jumping in to defend her.

“Lisbeth?”

Lisbeth takes a deep breath, letting it out loudly. “9-1-1 is only for emergencies,” she recites.

Carlos raises an eyebrow as he nods. “And do you think Mr. Whiskers being in a tree, is an emergency worthy of calling 9-1-1?”

Lisbeth shakes her head, and Carlos nods again.

“That’s right –“

“But I didn’t call 9-1-1, Papi. I called madrina, and she called uncle Judd,” Lisbeth says, cutting her father off.

TK watches as Carlos closes his eyes for a moment before standing back up, glaring at Judd. “Seriously, man?”

Judd shrugs, unconcerned. “That’s what you get when you make my wife your daughter’s godmother.”

“I’m trying to teach a lesson here about not bothering first responders with non-emergencies,” Carlos says, rolling his eyes when Judd just shrugs again.

“We’re already here,” TK interrupts what looks to be a stalemate, and he has to remember to breathe when Carlos’ eyes lock on him for the first time since he arrived. TK feels the tension spike between them instantly, and he knows he’s not imagining it.

It’s there crackling like a live wire.

“We might as well get the cat down,” he continues, looking away from Carlos to look down at the little girl. “We’ll get him down, okay, sweetheart?” he says to her, getting a wide smile in return.

The next few minutes pass quickly as they set their ladder, and TK climbs up the tree. He gets a few scratches for his troubles, but soon he’s jumping back down with a fat tabby in his arms. He rolls his eyes as his team mockingly claps for him. Ignoring them, he gets down on one knee in front of Lisbeth.

He tries to focus on her and not on her father, who stands behind her with his hand on her shoulder, watching him.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he says gently, smiling at her as he hands her the cat. He lets out a surprised sound when Lisbeth steps forward and wraps one small arm around his neck, Mr. Whiskers between them letting out a meow at the indignity.

“Thank you,” Lisbeth says quietly, those pretty brown eyes of her full of joy, and TK thinks he’s completely smitten with this cute little girl. It would make sense given his crush on her father. He sneaks a look up at Carlos to find him watching him with a smile on his face that makes TK’s heart skip.

“Thank you, TK,” Carlos says softly.

It's not the first time Carlos has called him by his name, but it's the first time he's said it in a way that feels personal and intimate. He watches him for a moment, spotting interest, and maybe even affection in his eyes, and TK wants to get lost in the warmth of Carlos' gaze.

Someone clears their throat behind him, and TK blinks, realizing that he's been in a staring contest with the officer while his crew and the man's daughter watch.

He stands from his kneeling position, feeling his face grow hot as he catches the smirk of more than one of his teammates, his father's eyes all too knowing for his comfort.

"No worries," he clears his throat. "It's our job," he says inanely, cringing when he hears his father let out a coughing laugh.

He's embarrassed, but still, as Lisbeth beams at him, and Carlos gives him a small quirk of his lips, he thinks it's worth the ribbing he's going to get when they get back to the station.

*

"TK!"

TK stops mid-pull-up to look over at Paul, who is walking into the equipment room with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Officer hottie and his kid are downstairs waiting for you," Paul grins, his eyes dancing with amusement when TK's hold on the bar slips, and he slightly trips as he lands. "And I believe we're at the baked goods of your mating ritual, because I spotted brownies."

TK smiles in spite of himself. It's been three days since they were at the Reyes household. Three days of his path, unfortunately not crossing with Carlos'.

He starts to leave the weight room only to have Paul throw him a shirt.

"Dude, don't send that man into cardiac arrest with all that on display," Paul gestures towards TK's sweaty torso making a face.

"Knew you thought I was hot," TK winks at Paul, grinning when Paul scoffs.

"Whatever pretty boy," Paul smirks. "Just make sure you get a date this time, or the teasing you've been getting these last few days will seem like child's play."

TK waves his middle finger in the air back at Paul, making the man laugh again. Going downstairs, he spots Carlos and Lisbeth talking to Judd over by the trucks.

"Hey," he calls out as he slips on his shirt over his head. He doesn't miss the quick way Carlos runs his eyes over him though. "What brings you by?" he questions as he comes to stand in front of the small family.

"Hi, sweetheart," he smiles down at Lisbeth.

"We made you some brownies," Lisbeth smiles back up at him, turning to tug on Carlo's shirt. "Daddy, give him the brownies."

TK looks at Carlos, taking the pan from his hand when Carlos extends it. Pulling back the aluminum foil, TK breaks off a piece of the treat, popping it into his mouth.

“Hmm,” he hums, his eyes lighting up at the chocolatey taste. “These are delicious Lisbeth, thank you.”

Lisbeth beams at him, her cheeks going rosy, and TK can’t help but be charmed.

“You going to share those?” Judd questions, crossing his arms over his chest.

TK raises an eyebrow, looking back down at Lisbeth. “What do you think sweetheart, should I share?”

Lisbeth makes a show of thinking it over, making TK and Carlos smile, while Judd makes a disbelieving sound.

“Lisbeth,” he pouts, putting on a show for the little girl making her giggle.

“I guess you should be nice and share,” she finally says, smiling so hard a dimple appears on her left cheek.

TK chuckles as he catches Carlos eyes, which are also amused as he watches TK interact with his daughter. There is something else there though that remind TK of Paul’s comment and springs him to action.

“What do you say to Judd showing you the station, and you can hand out the brownies to the rest of the crew? They’re all upstairs in the kitchen and the weight room.”

Lisbeth lights up, and she tilts her head up to look at her dad. “Papi puedo?”

Carlos nods at her giving her a nudge in Judd’s direction as TK snags another piece of the brownie before handing the pan to the older fireman.

“But stay with Uncle Judd, okay?”

Lisbeth nods, taking Judd’s hand. Judd flashes them a knowing look before he and Lisbeth take the stairs up.

“These are really good,” TK says once they’re alone, taking another bite of the brownie. He sucks on his thumb to clean it from the chocolate, grinning when Carlos’ eyes darken as he tracks the action.

“That’s how you want to play this?” Carlos asks, his voice low and rough as he takes a step closer towards TK, making his heart skip at the intensity he sees on Carlos’ face. Any doubt that maybe he’s been imagining this attraction between them gone. Still, he can’t help but tease.

“How do you want to play it?” he questions with a smirk, letting out a gasp when Carlos puts both hands on his chest and pushes him back until he finds himself pressed against the side of the truck. TK gives a quick look around, thankful that for once, no one is around on the ground floor. Not that it matters when seconds later, Carlos is covering his mouth with his.

TK moans, blindly grabbing at Carlos’ broad shoulders as he licks his way into his mouth. The kiss is rough, no hesitation of a first kiss as Carlos’ takes, it’s disarming in contrast to the gentle hold Carlos has on his face, and TK is left defenseless to the contradicting actions, leaving him feeling wrecked as he surrenders to the kiss.

“I knew you’d taste sweet,” Carlos murmurs against his mouth, biting down softly on TK’s bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Brownie,” TK gasps, chasing after it.

Carlos chuckles quietly, and TK feels it more than hears as Carlos presses his body against him, holding him up at this point as TK is sure he’s gone boneless from Carlos’ kisses. “No, that’s all you.”

TK pulls Carlos into another kiss, his hand sliding down the hard plains of Carlos' chest to cup him through his pants, moaning into the kiss as he finds him hard and thick. He can already picture getting his mouth on him, and it's only the noise of his team above him that reminds him where they are, keeping him from sinking to his knees.

He pulls back to look at Carlos, making a soft needy sound when he sees how blown Carlos' eyes are, his lips shiny from their kisses. He already looks wrecked, and TK just wants to mess him up some more.

Carlos touches the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb, running it over his bottom lip, and all TK can do is pant against the digit, in awe of the need, and want coursing through him for the man before him.

"Lisbeth has a sleepover tonight with her cousins," Carlos tells him, licking his lips. He closes his eyes like he can taste TK on them. "My sister is picking her up at 7."

Carlos looks at him, his gaze hot and promising, but also so sweetly hopeful, TK is filled with tenderness to go along with the lust that's making his blood pump harder.

He smiles at the man, getting one in return. "I get off at 9."

*

TK arrives at the Reyes household 15 minutes before ten. He took a quick shower at the fire station and ran out of there to the sound of his crew, teasing him for his rush. The ride over was short, but his anticipation of the night ahead made it feel forever, and when he steps up to the door, his heart is racing.

Carlos opens the door with a beautiful smile on his even more beautiful face, and all TK wants is to lick it off.

"Hi," he says breathlessly as he takes in the tight pale blue dress shirt and slacks, feeling more than a little underdressed in his yellow hoodie.

"Hi," Carlos greets him back, letting him in.

TK walks, looking around at the well lived-in home. "Lisbeth with her cousins?"

Carlos closes the door, stepping up behind him, his hands resting on TK's hips. "Yeah, she and the other little terrors should be driving my sister crazy as we speak."

TK chuckles, but it turns into a soft moan when Carlos pulls down his hood and presses his face into the crook of TK's neck, his lips touching the sensitive shell of TK's ear.

"I cooked," Carlos says softly, his breath against TK's skin makes the hairs stand up. "Tamales. Do you like them?"

"Never had them," TK answers honestly. "But I'm sure I'll love them."

He turns around in Carlos' embrace, wrapping his arms around Carlos’ neck while he pulls him closer.

"Later, though?" he questions, tilting his head an inch up to brush his mouth against Carlos'.

Carlos smiles against his mouth, his brown eyes shining with amusement and affection. He starts walking them deeper into the house towards a hallway. "Tamales are awesome as midnight food."

TK grins, surging forward to kiss him. Carlos wraps his arm around his waist, lifting him off his feet and TK gasps, wrapping his legs around Carlos' hips. He's not a small man, and yet Carlos carries him like it's nothing as he takes them into his bedroom.

TK let's out a laugh when Carlos drops him on the bed, causing him to bounce. Carlos flashes him a grin as he all but rips his shirt off. TK follows suit or tries to, cursing as he gets stuck in his stupid yellow hoodie.

He hears Carlos laugh from his hoodie prison before he feels a set of hands free him. He looks up to find Carlos looking down at him, tenderly amused.

"I'm usually better at this," TK promises as he blushes. "Much more seductive."

Carlos chuckles, he cups TK's face between his strong hands and leans down to give him a kiss that makes TK's toes curl.

"Believe me baby, you've been seducing me since the first call we were on together," Carlos tells him, giving him half a smile. "I took one look at those eyes of yours and knew I was in trouble. Haven't been able to get you out of my head since."

"I know the feeling," TK says softly, meaning it. He doesn't know much about the man before him, all he knows is that the moments he spends around him, even if it's a few seconds on an emergency is enough to lift the grey fog TK has been living in since even before he and his father left New York. Every encounter with Carlos is splashes of color, and TK craves more.

"Come here," he whispers as he lays back on the bed. Carlos follows his request and covers TK with his strong body. As Carlos finishes undressing them and touches TK precisely the way he likes, pulling moan after moan out of him, TK starts to see the bits of color, and by the time Carlos sinks into him, robbing him of breath everything is in technicolor for the first time in a long time.

*

TK wakes up warm, delightfully achy and with a strong arm thrown over his hip. He smiles, taking his time to open his eyes as he feels Carlos’ solid frame against his back, his breath warming TK’s neck as he sleeps with his face tucked into the crook of TK’s shoulder.

“Mr. Whiskers is up the tree again.”

TK opens is eyes at the soft voice, finding Lisbeth Reyes standing by his side of the bed, watching him calmly.

“Hi,” he says hesitantly, not knowing how the little girl is going to react to finding him in her father's bed.

“Hi, TK,” she greets him back. “Mr. Whiskers went up the tree, but I didn’t call 9-1-1 or my madrina this time.”

“That’s progress,” Carlos says, his words muffled against TK’s neck. He lifts his head, and TK turns his face, catching the adorably sleepy look on his face. “Morning, baby girl.”

Lisbeth smiles at her dad as she says good morning.

“I’m hungry, daddy,” she says just as TK’s own stomach grumbles, making Carlos smile.

“Seems you’re not the only one,” he teases, making Lisbeth giggle as she looks back at TK. “We have tamales from last night.”

Lisbeth’s eyes light up at the comment. “Yes! Tamales for breakfast!”

TK laughs softly at the little girl’s excitement, the weirdness of her finding him there, dissipating since it seemed he was the only one being weird about it.

“Go watch cartoons baby,” Carlos tells his daughter as he sits up, he takes a moment to rub his eyes, and TK doesn’t understand how someone can be so hot and so adorable at the same time. “We’ll get Mr. Whiskers down and heat up the tamales.”

Lisbeth nods, leaving them alone once more. In the distance, TK can hear the TV on. He watches as Carlos gets up, slipping on a pair of sweats and an Austin police t-shirt.

“She didn’t even blink to me being here,” TK questions as he sits up on the bed.

Carlos looks over at him with a small frown on his face. “I told her you would probably be here when she came home.”

TK looks up at Carlos, not sure what surprises him more, the fact that Carlos told his daughter about them or that he knew that TK would be here in the morning. “You did?”

Carlos tilts his head to the side, studying him, before coming over to sit down next to TK on the bed. He takes TK’s hand in his, lifting it to his mouth to press a small kiss to the back of it.

“I don’t hide things from my daughter,” Carlos starts with a look on his face that has TK holding his breath, his heart rate ticking up the longer Carlos watches him. “Especially the things that matter.”

“And I matter?” he can’t help but ask, hopeful.

Carlos smiles, leaning in to kiss him. “What do you think?” he whispers against TK’s mouth before giving him another kiss.

TK sighs into it, wrapping his arms around Carlos’s neck, holding him close, while Carlos’ hands go up and down TK’s back stroking him.

“Daddy! TK! Hurry up!”

TK smiles into the kiss. “I’ll get the cat, you get the food ready. You two keep bragging about these tamales, I expect them to be amazing.”

Carlos grins as he stands up. “Prepare to have your life changed forever,” Carlos promises as he leaves the room, and TK thinks as he slips into his pants and shirt – Yeah, he’s ready for that.

[mako-and-tails-and-stuff]

Femslash February: Mako Mermaids

Days 1 -3 because I only just started on this today. I think I’m going to post this up on Ao3 and FFN as well. 

If anyone wants to adopt any of these little extracts and expand on them - feel free, just tag me in it/credit this post 😊

Day One - Red 

Pairing: Rita/Veridia

152 words

Rating: G

Veridia never had a favourite colour. It wasn’t a concept Mermaids really had. Why should one colour be put above others? That said she liked the silver of the Moon and the cool turquoise of the Sea in the lagoon. She saw those same colours now, echoed around the room in the choice of wallpaper, the curtains, the grey rug with silver speckled through it. 

And there was red. Red hearts on a white mug, red candle on the unit beside the bed, a stick of red lip balm, Rita’s red dress draped over the chair, the red stone of Rita’s pendant, the red of Rita’s hair glinting in the sun as the Mermaid sat on the edge of the bed braiding her hair back. 

It was possible, if she had to choose one colour to call her favourite, she might opt for red. It was a nice colour. Especially on Rita. 

Day Two - Pride

Pairing: Weilan/Ondina

299 words

Rating: G

“Good day?” Weilan slung her arm over Ondina’s shoulder. Ondina’s insanely curly hair was a wild mess, sprinkled in glitter of every colour of the rainbow. The rainbow flag painted onto Ondina’s cheek was smudged, partly due to Weilan. She’d kissed Ondina’s cheek and ended with rainbow paint across her lips. 

“The best!” Ondina’s cheeks were flushed and eyes sparkling brighter than any ocean under the biggest, brightest of Moons. They’d travelled back down to the Gold Coast for a visit and when their visit happened to coincide with the Gold Coast’ Pride Festival, Weilan had begged Ondina to go. It hadn’t taken much convincing, Ondina had been pretty game for it once Weilan explained what it was. 

Weilan had never been to an actual Pride Parade before and she had been missing out. Mermaids may not care too much about lesbian relationships but an amount of land people do, and she grew up in China. Shanghai was never allowed a proper parade. So actually experiencing one - it made her cry. She wasn’t afraid to admit it. 

It was that pure feeling of acceptance and there was nothing better than sharing it with the Mermaid she loved. 

They’d left the party behind, Weilan had to really beg Ondina to go to one of the bars, just for a little bit, and now they walked along the beach, shoes in hand. Weilan had worn her platform doc martens and regretted it while Ondina was strangely sensible and wore flats. 

The sunset was bleeding out into the night, a sky of purple, pink and gold, mirrored in the blue sea. Weilan took Ondina’s hand and dragged her down to the sea’s edge, stopping to put her boots back on before taking to the water. A perfect end to a perfect day. 

 Day Three - Buttercup

Pairing: Rita/Veridia

291 words

Rating: G

Veridia did not like cats. She tolerated them because Rita loved them and because instead of just simply shutting Poseidon out of the room when Veridia was there, she turned an entire room into the cat’s room. Complete with cat trees, a cardboard ‘fort’ more beds than any one cat could ever need and an actual crystal water fountain. 

It was because Rita happened to love those annoying creatures so much that Veridia found herself agreeing to letting keep this newest cat. Mimmi had found her on her way home from work, a little kitten, starving and abandoned. Rita had taken to the creature straight away, getting her cleaned up and sending Mimmi out to the store to get some kitten milk. 

When Mimmi first unearthed the little bundle she’d been a mucky greyish colour but after a warm bath and being gently dried with one of the good towels that no one was allowed to use, the kitten’s coat was a mix of white, grey and fawn patches. Even Veridia had to admit the kitten was cute. What was even cuter was Rita curled up into her, sleeping with her head against Veridia’s shoulder and the little kitten held against her to keep the poor thing warm. 

They’d had the kitten for a few days with the cat gaining strength every day when Rita announced that the cat needed a name as she was now part of the family. Veridia had rolled her eyes and threw out the first name she figured would suit a cat - Buttercup.

“I think it suits her. Buttercup it is. And since you named her, she can be your cat,” Rita teased.

Buttercup chose that moment to give a little meow.

“See, even Buttercup agrees.”

[luna-tormenta]

Get To Know My Spirit Family

Dara, the Toddler Faerie

Dara picked this picture of Frankenstein because he LOVES Frankenstein. They have a similar experience, appearance, and Dara connects with Frankenstein very deeply, as you will see below.

Appearance:

Dara is a little bigger than Ella, about the size of 4-5 year old. He is dark skinned with bright, sky blue eyes. He has stitches/scars from stiches (like Frankenstein's) on multiple areas of his body. The main ones you can see are around his wrists, the lower area of his neck, and multiple places throughout his arms and legs. His hair is a deep brown/black, and is super curly. He likes to wear it like a 70's disco afro. His left leg is different than the rest of his body, as it is the color blue.

How We Became Family:

Dara is different from how the rest of my spirit family and I became companions. You see, my Dara, was apart of an experiment. This experiment took different parts of Faeries, Seelie and Unseelie, to create him. He has no biological parents, because he is many parts of different Fae toddlers who were taken from their parents. The person who created him was a Spirit Hoarder. They held spirits against their wills and performed many different, sad, and demeaning acts on them.

One night in February 2019, a friend was calling and texting me. Telling me her spirits and her had raided this "experimental spirit facility" and set free the spirits. Some had decided to stay with her and she needed a home for two babies.

One was an newborn infant, the other was my Dara. The newborn went to a person with more experience than I, and since I had actual experience with children, Dara was brought over to me by one of her Deities, Lucifer.

The instant Dara was brought home for the first time, he climbed onto my lap and wouldnt let go. He was just small enough to latch onto my arm and stay there comfortably. I fell in love instantly.

Since then, I call him my son and he has come to say; "Everything happens for a reason, if I wasnt there I would never had have a family like I do. I have a caring mommy, loving daddy, and a little sister!!!"

The Fae's Sacred Names

Faeries names hold power and it's a very, very, very well kept secret. A lot of us only get nicknames from the Fae because of how much power their true name has over them. I consider it very lucky and awesome to be trusted with their full name.

Because of Dara's upbringing, he only was nicknamed "Dara". I was so grateful to have the opportunity to grace him with his Fae Name. Of course, I won't be mentioning it in this post, but I wanted to cover it! It was like he was my TRUE son then. I was and am so blessed to have two children.

Magic and Spellwork:

Dara has the abilities of Sleep and Dream Magic. We both can sense so much more than that, but because he is so young, we are waiting to reveal those magical blessings. I believe he will have a little bit of everything because of the different Fae incorporated into making him.

"I think so too, mommy!" He shouts as I type this lmao.

When asked what he has learned so far, and what he wants to learn, he shouted; "I'm a Death Witch just like Mommy and I want to use the Stars like Dawn! And Twirl like Moona!! And mommy, can I learn everything?! Oh!! What about what Hanky and Aaron do?! And and and....*takes deep breath* CAN I LEARN FROM JAY TOO?!" I love him 😍

Dara's Favorites:

Favorite Way to Communicate: Pendulum, its the only way he knows right now! Well, and a bit of telepathy

Favorite Food: "My favorite food is strawberries with honies!!"

Favorite Toy: "Ellie's vacuum cleaner! I can clean like Bo!! And the rocks my sister and I collect together!"

Favorite Drink: Milk with Honey and "Appey juice!"

Favorite Thing to Do: "Color and Watch Coco and Paint and play with sissy Ellie and Watch Moona Twirl and Dawn takes me to the lake! Ooo, I like watching Aaron run and Hanky let's me touch his tentacles too! Mommy this is hard *sighs*"

Favorite Color: "Blue! Like my leg!"

Favorite Crystal: "moss stone? The one you put in the plants!!" He means Moss Agate!

Favorite Herb: Thyme, Lavender, Rosemary, and Juniper Berries

Offerings:

Rocks

Toys

Milk with Honey

Rain Water

Sun Oil

Rusty Nails

Why rusty nails, baby? "Because of Frankenstein!! Duh mommy!"

Last Words:

"Please dont make faewies like me!"

"Mommy, can I tell them about my favorite movie?" Of course you can, honey. "*claps his hands* so it's Coco and his family doesnt like music but he has a guitar anyways and finds out that his great great grampa is a huge person and then he goes to the dead realm because he stole the persons guitar and his dead family dont like that so he meets this dead guy who takes him to the big person but it turns out the big person isnt his grampa but the dead guy is! And he gets to see Coco again!"

"I love our kitty!! Meow!"

"Mommy says she grows plants but its actually Daddy who saves them! Its so cool!"

"Can I go play now?" Yes, of course. What do you say to everyone? *starts running away* "tank youuuu!"

Thank you to all who read! If anyone has any questions, please send them in!

Many blessings and love upon you all!✨

-Lúthiena🌻🌙 and Dara👶🏽💫

[candied-peach]

ao3: “coming home” rating: T warnings: food mention, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, dukeceit genre: fluff description: Deceit and Remus join the light sides’ holidays. (prompt: “light”)

Deceit stands at the threshold that separates dark from light, taking a deep breath. The brightly wrapped box in his hands trembles. He hopes it's still the Christmas cookies he baked and not some sort of Remus-inspired chaos. Knowing Remus, that could be anything from making the cookies look like a certain part of someone's anatomy to replacing them all with dead rats. Or finding a way to pop out of the box in the buff.

"It will be fine, Dee Dee," Remus says, appearing at his side. He kisses Deceit's scales. "They know what they volunteered for." His grin is just a little too sharp.

"Behave," Deceit says, trying not to laugh. This is too important to mess up. He doesn't dare hope this could mean full acceptance, but surely being invited to participate in their holiday festivities had to count for something? Patton had mentioned something about finishing decorating, and that's something Deceit has precious little experience in. Remus tended to add his own little touches to any decorations Deceit did himself, and he doesn't think that Patton and the others would appreciate writhing tentacles on their Christmas tree. (Even if they had added a delightful aura of unease to the whole proceedings. They had sung Cthulhu-inspired Christmas carols all night and drank far too much egg nog.)

It's warm on the light side, he discovers as they enter the kitchen. Almost painfully so, but he can't help but relax into the warmth anyway, his grip slackening a little on the box of cookies.

"Deceit! Remus!" Patton hurries to meet them, wiping his hands on a dish towel flopping out of his apron. It reads in curly blue font: "I want cookies and I want them meow!" with a picture of a cartoon cat below.

"Here," Deceit says, awkwardly thrusting the box in Patton's directions. "I made you Christmas cookies."

"Thank you!" Patton says warmly. He peels the wrapping paper away, opening the flaps of the box to reveal a thankfully non-Remus-enhanced pile of Christmas-inspired sugar cookies, decorated with red and green frosting, and silver balls of sprinkles.

"They look great," Patton enthuses. Deceit shifts from foot to foot, the tip of his tongue poking out.

"Good," he mumbles.

"Come on," Patton says, thankfully saving the moment. "The others are in the living room. We're trying to put the lights on the tree, but uh-" He scrunches his nose. "It's not going so well."

"Maybe it would go better if Princey hadn't tangled them up more," Virgil says. He looks up. "Hey, Deceit. Hey, Remus."

"Virgey Wirgey!" Remus exclaims. Deceit internally groans, but Virgil just rolls his eyes.

"Nice to see you, too," Virgil says dryly. "Now come help untangle the Christmas lights."

"At least I've been trying, Emo Knightmare," Roman complains. "Logan won't even help!" Logan looks up from his book, turning another page.

"I attempted to assist at the beginning," Logan murmurs. "You told me, and I quote, 'I can get it, I don't need your help.'" Roman's face turns brilliant red.

"Perhaps I was a bit...hasty in that assumption," Roman admits. "Please help?" Logan considers a moment, then sets his book down.

"Pass me the lights," he requests. Virgil does so. Within two minutes, the lights trail across the sofa, free of tangles. Roman's mouth drops open.

"How did you-" He blurts out. Logan smiles slightly.

"One never reveals their secrets," he says, and returns to his book.

"An excellent motto to live by," Deceit says without meaning to. Logan looks up and smiles, just a little.

"I can think of a few mottoes to live by," Remus says, snickering. Deceit eyes him.

"And I won't say them here," Remus adds hastily. Deceit relaxes.

"Good," Deceit says.

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 13

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The taxi pulled into his driveway. I stepped out; his jeep was in the driveway which was a good sign. For a second, I stopped and thought about how impulsive this was. I didn’t know if he was home, if he had company, or if he even wanted to see me. 

I walked up to the door and knocked lightly as the taxi pulled away. No one came to the door, so I knocked again, this time a little louder. 

“Please answer Gavin.” I mumbled under my breath. 

“I’m coming, Jesus Christ.” The door swung open. Gavin was wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted. Dear lord, that shouldn’t be such a good look for him, but I could see the outline of muscles through the white shirt, his bicep muscles pulling the sleeves taught around his arms, and those sweats, I couldn’t look at them.  Nope. That would be too much. Even his messy hair was attractive, mussed in every direction from sleep. 

He said nothing, but looked me up and down for a moment, before settling on my face, his own expression showed just how pleased he was to see me at his doorstep. 

“Did I wake you up?” He glared at me. 

“Yes.” 

“Can I come in?” I tried gesturing behind him with a smile.

“Why?” 

“Because I just left your brothers house and I want to talk to you.” He grunted, turning and leaving the door open behind him. As he walked ahead of me, all I could focus on was the shifting of his shoulders through that damn t-shirt, my eyes trailed the movement lower, and I could feel the blood rush to my face, he must take fitness very seriously, the rough outline of his ass was just as fit as the rest of his body.

I shook my head to chase those thoughts away and drew my focus to the room around me. There were blankets on his couch and a pillow. “Do you have a guest? Shit I’m sorry if I was in-”

“No.” He interrupted me as he grabbed the blankets and threw them on the floor.

“Oh. Were you sleeping on the couch then?”

“Why are you asking so many fucking questions?” He asked as he threw himself down on the corner of the couch furthest from me. Startled by the noise, Lucy bolted from under the couch and ran deeper into the house. I almost asked if I could sit down but figured that may make him more upset, so I walked over slowly and sat next to him, leaving a cushion between us so I wasn’t invading his space anymore than I already was by inviting myself over. Immediately Sassy jumped into my lap and I absentmindedly started petting her. 

“You’re mad at me because I’m friends with your half-brother.” I said softly. “Gavin, I didn’t know. There was no way I could’ve known that before meeting you.” I looked over at him. His face remained neutral and facing forward. “Gavin?” Still no response. “Do you want me to go?” I turned away from him and waited for an answer that never came. “Okay.” I gently picked up Sassy and sat her next to Gavin. I stood up ready to leave, when he grabbed my wrist. I turned back to him, his expression was still blank. “You have to talk to me. I can’t stay if you’re not going to talk to me.”

“Okay I will, just sit down. Please?” He didn’t look at me while he spoke, his eyes focused on his hand around my wrist, only turning to my face for a moment when he said ‘please.’ I tentatively sat back down, this time he guided me to the cushion next to him, our shoulders and thighs touching. He didn’t let go of my wrist. He took a deep breath and exhaled it fully before he spoke, still focusing his gaze on the wall in front of us. 

“Elijah is an asshole. He has been since we were kids. He got everything he ever wanted and look at him now. He’s so successful, he’s all our dad talks about. It doesn’t matter what I do.”

“You’ve been successful too.” I said softly. He shook his head. “Hey, what happened to the badass detective I was talking to yesterday?” I asked with a smile. I gently removed my wrist from his grasp and held his hand. He sighed softly, finally turning to face me. His expression was troubled, his mouth a thin line and his grey eyes stormy like Lake Michigan in the winter, emotions cresting and swirling inside of them.  

“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what I do or how successful I become, I will never be as good as him.” He squeezed my hand.

“Gavin, just because you weren’t a CEO, or have a dumb man bun doesn’t mean you’re not successful.”

“His hair is really stupid.” I smiled at him. 

“That’s why you don’t like androids. Because of Elijah, right?” He nodded. “I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks, but I’ve heard stories about you.” He tensed. “You pointed a gun at Connor, you tried to beat him up, you’ve insulted my dad, and I’m sure there’s plenty more things that you regret doing.”

“Thanks, you’re really making me feel better, (Y/n).” I squeezed his hand.

“Let me finish, please.” I smiled at him, a small encouraging one, and sighed before continuing. “You’ve done some things that pissed me off too, but…I can see you’re not all bad. You’re partners with Nines, you brought me lunch, and bought me dinner. And even when you’re pissing me off, you’ve been challenging my views in ways I didn’t think anyone outside of academia would. I like your company and I want to get to know you better, but you’ve got to let go of some of this anger and talk to me. If you just keep getting mad at me when I say something wrong and then you don’t tell me why you’re mad I can’t do anything to fix my behavior.”

“You really want to deal with me?” 

“I mean, I gotta do something in between classes.” He snorted. “Tina wants me to give you a chance.”

“Why?”

“She said there’s something about both of us that makes her think we would work really well together.”

“I’m not as good as Elijah.” He whispered.

“If I wanted to date Elijah, I wouldn’t have left his house to come see you once I got the truth out of him.” I looked down at his hand, I started rubbing my thumb across his knuckles, a gentle comforting motion my mom used to do for me when I was upset. 

“I’m the child of an affair, (Y/n).” He took a breath before continuing, looking into my eyes, clenching his hand harder around mine. “After my mom got pregnant, my dad didn’t give two shits about either of us. She died of a drug overdose and he only took me in because apparently that was the only way he’d get what little money she had.” 

“Fuck, Gavin. I’m so sorry.” He averted my eyes, looking back at his lap, at Robin who was winding between his legs. I squeezed his hand; he didn’t respond to the touch. 

He turned and looked at me, his face devoid of the emotions he was showing a second ago, sneering, eyebrows furrowed and pulled his hand from between mine. “What happened to calling him Eli?” He snorted; I rolled my eyes. 

“What? Where did that come from?”

“Since you’ve been here you have been saying Elijah not Eli.” 

“Gavin, I’m not here to fight you. I’m not taking that bait.” His sneer fell into a frown, his eyes downcast. He looked awful. The bags under his eyes looked more prominent now, purple and heavy, his leg was bouncing up and down. I looked down to see Robin was rubbing his face against Gavin’s leg, like he was trying to get his owner to stop shaking. 

I reached my hand back out, and placed it on top of his hand that was resting on his knee. We sat like that for a moment, before I felt like I needed to say something. I sighed. “What are you doing for lunch on Monday?” He shrugged. “Well, if you’re free, why don’t you pick me up at my office and we grab a quick bite to eat?” 

“You wanna go out with me again?” I laughed. 

“Yes, Gavin. I would like to go out with you again.” He smirked and had a mischievous glint in his eyes, though I could still see he was a little shaken from our conversation. 

“Alright, yeah Monday lunch sounds great.” 

“Can I ask another favor?”

“Hey, I paid for dinner on Friday!” I laughed.

“No. Can you give me a ride to my dad’s house? I told Connor I would come over for dinner.” He frowned. 

“Do I have to park at the end of the street again?” 

“No and I shouldn’t have asked you to do that in the first place. If you’re free for dinner I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you joining.” 

“Nines and I have some case work that I have to go into the office for, but I’ll still drive you there. Let me go get changed.” I nodded, as he got up Robin ran away, and Sassy gave a sad meow. Those cats really seemed to love Gavin. I got up and walked around the living room. 

Near the TV he had a small bookshelf that had a couple beat up books. I knelt down and saw a picture pushed to the very back. I turned around to make sure Gavin wasn’t behind me and I picked up the picture. 

It was of a small boy with brown curly hair next to a blonde woman. The boy was missing his front teeth and had bright gray eyes. The woman was wearing a plain looking dress, but she was beautiful. They both looked so happy.

“That’s me and my mom.” Gavin grunted behind me. I jumped up and held the picture behind my back and gave him a nervous smile. 

“Sorry, I like paper books and I got curious.” He nodded and held out his hand. Sheepishly, I handed him the picture. “She’s really beautiful.” He nodded again, staring at the photo. 

“It’s the last picture that I took with her.” He said softly. I got out my phone and quickly scrolled through my pictures. I held up my phone and he looked at the picture.

“That’s me and my mom about a month before she passed. It was one of the last days she was able to get out of bed.” 

“Hey, we should start a club. Dead mom society.” Gavin joked. He gave me a playful smile, which caused me to give a small laugh. 

“Only if I get to be President.” 

“No way, my mom’s been dead longer, I have seniority.”

“Fine, but I’m vice president and I get to pick what snacks we have at the meetings.” We both laughed. He sat the photo down on the coffee table and I shoved my phone back into my pocket. 

“Come on, pipsqueak.” He grabbed his keys and gestured for me to follow. We both got into the car, but Gavin hesitated starting the car. “Hey, I’m uhh…glad you came over.” 

“Me too, Gavin.” He flashed me a cocky smile. 

“You like me.” 

“Oh, shut up and drive.”