#but yea it's good and it gives sources when i ask for it

[inannasdream]

nah ive been converted into a chatgpt fan now it's so clean and easy

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

An extra stubborn reader who wants Bucky to actually get solid sleep in an actual bed so they refuse to sleep anywhere but the floor unless he’s in bed. Not the sofa, not a recliner, nothing. They’ll be in bed with him if he asks, but it’s the cold floor or nothing. No blanket. No pillow. Either he gets his butt in bed or they sleep alone, cold, and on the floor.

Let’s just say that James Buchanan Barnes sleeps well in bed that night.

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The Bed Or Nothing » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You try to convince Bucky to sleep in the bed so he can get a good nights sleep.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, stubborn!reader, kissing, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Can you not do this tonight, doll. I’m tired and I have to work tomorrow.” Bucky pleads tiredly.

You’re trying to convince Bucky to sleep in the bed with you so he can get a good nights sleep tonight.

“Do what?” You asked. “All I’m trying to do is get you to sleep in the bed with me tonight.” You say, trying to reason with your boyfriend.

“I’m perfectly fine with sleeping on the floor, doll.” He says.

“You’re not perfectly fine the next morning when you’re complaining about your back hurting.” You say.

“That was one time.” He says.

You just rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He says, almost growling.

“I won’t have to roll my eyes if you just sleep in the bed.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.” He says.

“The floor isn’t an option anymore.” You say.

“Then I’ll sleep on the couch.” He says.

“The couch isn’t an option either.” You say.

Bucky sighs and rubs his hands over his face, too tired to deal with your stubbornness tonight.

“You’re doing it again, babydoll.” Bucky says.

“Doing what again?” You asked.

“Being stubborn.” He says.

“I am not.” You say.

“Yes you are.” He says.

“I am not!” You say, stomping your foot like a child who doesn’t get their way.

“Now you’re being extra stubborn.” He says.

“I’m not being stubborn!” You said once more. “I’m simply trying to get you to sleep in the bed with me so you can get a good nights sleep tonight.” You say.

Bucky leans against the wall and sighs at your stubbornness.

“That’s all you have to do, baby.” You say.

“You know how I feel about sleeping in beds, babydoll.” Bucky says.

“I know, but I’ll be in bed with you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his bare waist.

You stood up on your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

“Please sleep in the bed with me tonight.” You pleaded softly against his lips.

Bucky put his forehead against yours, his tired eyes looking in yours. He already knows you won’t stop being stubborn till he agrees to sleep in the bed with you.

“Ok, fine.” He sighs, giving in. “I’ll sleep in the bed tonight.” He says.

“Yay!” You kissed him again. “Oh and one more thing… no blankets and no pillows on the bed tonight.” You say.

“Then you’re going to be cold tonight.” He says.

“I won’t be if you get your ass in bed tonight.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have another heat source in mind.” You say seductively.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

You unwrapped your arms from his waist and walked over to the bed. You took the pillows and blankets off of the bed, putting them in a pile next to the dresser. A squeak left your lips when Bucky picked you up and dropped you on the bed. He hovered over you, his Army dog tags dangling above your face.

“Looks like I have to fuck the stubbornness out of you tonight.” Bucky says huskily.

Let’s just say, Bucky slept very well in bed tonight.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[icebearpopsicle]

⁠✧Baby Steps⁠✧

(Shouta Aizawa X G.N. Reader)

Warnings: Aizawa is 38 here, age gap (like it's 13 years), smut part is shitty and kinda rushed, excessive use of the word "as" because i literally cannot write, gentle dom, aizawa is kinda overbearing, dub con(?) jus towards the end though,

Word count: 2.3k+ words

Author's note: this is shitty but i hope you enjoy it ♡ ♡/ aizawa is out of character/ smut is bad cuz i am even worse at that sorry ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ/

You stretched your back, hands clasped behind your head, hearing the faint sound of your spine cracking against the support of your chair. It has been hours since you started scrolling, looking for a job, your palm sweaty from holding the mouse. A click here, a click there, and a scroll downwards, then upwards again. You had recently moved here after graduation, and while you were managing well initially, the high cost of your apartment and day-to-day expenses had become too much to sustain without a source of income.

You scrolled further down when the computer screen displayed some words that caught your interest:

Name: Shouta Aizawa

Age: 38

Requirement(s): Babysitter

Requirement Information: 2 kids

Salary: To be negotiated later on

Contact details: aizawashouta@gmail.com / XXXXX-XXXXX

Posted 1 hour ago

Okay, yeah, that was pretty brief, but the timing gave you hope that you might just get the job, so you clicked on his phone number and started typing away on your keyboard.

"Hello, I saw your post about wanting a babysitter and I was wondering if the spot was still free?"

You hit the send button and got up from your seat for the first time in hours for a small break. After about 20 minutes, you checked for a response and opened the chat again.

"Yes, it is. If you're interested, please come tomorrow at 8 am if you're available," followed by a link to his location.

A smile claimed your lips at the excitement of finally landing a job after so many tries.

When you saw his age, you definitely didn't expect him to be this... hot? Which father of two kids is this hot?

"Good morning. I believe you contacted me yesterday evening, yeah?" His smooth, deep voice is like music to your ears as you look at the sleep-deprived man towering over you. Rough stubble covers his face, his hair cascading to his shoulders, as his broad shoulders lean against the door frame.

"Oh... ah... yes, good morning. It was indeed me who contacted you... sir," you reply as he gestures for you to enter his house. You then take notice of his lavish yet cozy home, with toys scattered in the hallway. You both enter the kitchen, and he jerks his head toward a seat at the table with a low hum.

"Would you like to drink anything?" he asks, picking up his mug from the table as you shake your head.

"I am gonna be asking you a few questions and I need you to be honest with your answers." he commands, taking a seat opposite you. His black shirt puling slightly upwards, revealing his wrists as you give a simple nod.

"Firstly... What is your age?" He asks taking a sip from his mug.

"I am 25 years old.. sir.." You reply confidently however there is a frown on his face at your response. Was he... Upset? Afraid to loose this opportunity you quickly try and talk about your past experiences with kids as he interrupts you.

"No, it's not that I just hope you aren't lying about your age"

"Why... Would I?" You ask with a frown enveloping your face.

"I wouldn't believe you to be 18 with a face like that" He replies his tone rather blunt.

Ouch. His straightforwardness stinging lightly.

"Moving forward... do you party, drink or any of those stuff?"

"No, sir."

"Hmmm ... Fine, I suppose you can start working from today"

You give him a small smile as you mutter a small 'thank you'.

"Got any questions?"

"Actually yes! I was wondering where the kids might be so that I could ensure they're comfortable with me being around!!"

He gives a slight nod before replying his voice surprisingly gentle and low when talking about them "Yeah, they're sleeping right now. My eldest son; he wakes up at 9 and my daughter wakes up at 10:30." He gestures to a picture on the mantle showing a purple haired boy and grey haired girl laughing and playing together as you hear the faint sound of him taking a sip from his mug.

"They are so adorable." You gush smiling at their innocent faces. "And could I get some more information on what their personalities are like?"

"Hm.." he hums as he finishes the drink on his mug and sets it down on the table.

"Well my son is 9 years old, Shinsou that's his name, he doesn't warm up easily to people but he is quiet and usually plays with Eri or alone. Eri is my daughter she is 5 and quite literally the opposite of her brother, ahem.. she is talkative and quite sensitive. None of them are picky about their food, they eat anything that they're given and nor do they have any allergies.. and yeah that's about it.." He says rubbing his hands together and you can hear how rough and dry they are.

It had been two weeks since you started working in his house and only then you realised how often Shouta stayed away from home, any free time he got he would spend it with his children, taking them out for activities, cooking for them, playing with them, seeing how close he was with his son and daughter often left you with a smile on your lips at the close bond of the family. True to Shouta's word you could really see the difference in the way Shinsou would behave around you and around his father or sister and somewhere deep down you were a bit upset but you knew that all of this takes time and as long he was comfortable enough to have you around you were fine. But Eri on the other hand was absolutely adorable, she adored you and you adored her, say if you were watching Shinsou and Eri play it was Eri who would call you over and ask you to play with them. Aizawa on the other hand was always kind and formal with you sometimes even bringing takeaway for you, but whenever he was over you couldn't help but just look at his biceps the way they would bulge out from his shirt when he folded his arms, the way his hands would be disturbed with veins when his grip would tighten even in the slightest, and maybe.... Just maybe, you tried to catch his attention by wearing really short shorts or a tshirt that hug your body just at the right places.

But alas it was only you who kept drooling over him....

or that's what you thought...

You were seemingly unaware the amount of self control Aizawa had to practice just not to fuck you dumb on his cock.

It had been three months since you started working for him and you still found your gaze lingering on him for too long, initially it was at his face, then down to his broad shoulders, and then his chest, then it was further down to his hands and finally it was on his......

"Are you sad cuz papa isn't home today?" You hear the innocent voice of Shinsou behind you having counted your sighs since you woke up, which was according to him, around 32.

"No, no of course not Shinsou.. I am totally fine, just a bit tired" You lied, obviously you would. Why would you admit to finding Shinsou's father hot. Other than the fact that you want him to ruin you till you can't form any thoughts. And you definitely were sad that Aizawa was working till 9 pm that too on a Sunday.

Shinsou mumbles an "Okay..." walking away to colour his book that he had been previously doing before being worried about you. A few minutes after he had approached you, your face suddenly lit up as you realised that Shinsou was worried about you, you rushed up to him from the kitchen counter to the living room abruptly sitting down in front of him

"Are you worried about me Shinsou?" You ask excitedly your smile radiant. Shinsou earlier looking up at you looks away from embarrassment not replying, his ears turni red and you just couldn't help the aww that left your lips.

"Awww you're so cute!!" You squeal and your hand automatically goes to ruffle his hair and he doesn't pull away not this time and you realise that he has gotten comfortable with you, at that moment the door clicks open as Aizawa enters the house and peeks into the living room to see what the commotion was about.

"Papa!!!!" Eri squeals noticing her dad in the hallway as she runs up to him and Aizawa picks her up his voice gentle and soothing "Hey my love" He says kissing her on the cheek as she giggles from his stubble pricking her soft skin.

"Sup kiddo" Aizawa comes near you and Shinsou with Eri in his arms.

"Hello.." Shinsou greets him quietly as Aizawa bends down to ruffle his hair.

"All good?" Aizawa asks him and Shinsou nods as he goes back to colouring his book, Aizawa finally looks at you making your heart almost leap out as he gave you a small smirk "You seem happy, what's up?" He asks with a small groan as he puts Eri on the floor and she runs off playing "Shinsou let me ruffle his hair and he was worried about me!!" You reply excitedly your wide smile bringing a low chuckle from him.

"Oh yeah? What exactly were you worried about Shin?" Aizawa questions sitting down to look at what his son is colouring.

"(Name)-san was sad that you were working this late" Shinsou replies nonchalantly and you swear your eyes hadnt widened this much in your life, you feel the heat rush to your cheeks and Aizawa's eyebrows raise as he gives you a quick side glance before looking at Shinsou, he is about to say something when you interject denying strongly. "Shinsou!! I told you I was tired!! Thats not the case!!"

"Or, tired they say" He adds briefly, Aizawa doesn't even get the chance to say anything as you immediately get up picking up Eri and Shinsou taking them to their individual rooms ignoring any protests of Shinsou claiming how he was a big boy and he could stay up late, you argue with Shinsou for atleast half an hour before he finally agrees to sleep even though he was angry at you.

You head downstairs sighing and praying that Aizawa didn't pay much heed to whatever Shinsou said before as you head towards the living room to pick up the scattered toys and crayons only to be met with the sight of Aizawa sitting on the couch and while normally he isn't intimidating the way he sat with eyes closed, arms folded his right leg over his left reminded you of your father and his strict nature slightly intimidating you, quietly you pick up the toys glad that he fell asleep; as you picked the last of the toys you heard Aizawa's voice boom through making you freeze in your tracks "Still upset that I had work today?" You dont reply for a long time not trusting yourself to speak but when you do your voice is slightly shaky "No... No not at all.. why would I be.. you know Shinsou he just says whatever he wants..."

"Oh yeah? Does he?"

"........ okay well not ... Not exactly....."

You mumbel turning around to face Aizawa only to find him standing infront of you as looking down at your compared to his smaller form.

"Well then, answer my question."

You look away nervously chewing on your bottom lip, coating them pink with saliva, Aizawa tries to resist the urge to kiss you but fails as he grabs your face roughly pulling it closer to his, smashing his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and you can sense the sexual tension between you melting away.

You both pull free from the kiss, the room filled with pants, yours being much louder than his, taking in huge gulps of air.

You feel Aizawas arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer towards him.

"My room or the couch?" He whispers in your right ear his voice sending shivers along your spine.

It had been an hour since Aizawa had been prepping you after finding out you were a virgin, where once it burned to even have a single finger of his inside you, now you could easily 4 of his fingers at once.

Yet, tears spilled from your eyes when Aizawa pushes his dick (just the tip) inside you as Aizawa kisses away you tears with soft coo's of 'just a bit more' 'you're doing so good baby' 'it's just a few more minutes yeah, we will start to feel good real soon' rubbing soothing circles in your back as you sink your face into his shoulder blades, his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils; finally after what felt like an eternity your hole sits down on his his dick as he gradually thrusts into you making you whimper and groan.

"So fucking good for me.. shit... Ugh... Fuck so tight, so fucking compliant.... Shit baby .. you feel so good"

You hear him praise you but you're barely able to register even a single word due to your muddled state of mind, your whines get louder, his thrusts getting more faster and rapid now. He hits a particularly sweet spot as you rise your head to scream at the pleasure coursing through your body "That's the spot is it." Aizawa grunts angling his hips to hit that spot, chortling at your desperate and meek attempt to push him away.

"Cum... Sh...shit... Gonna cum... Fuck..."

"Yeah? Gonna come for me? Gonna come from this cock fucking you stupid?"

You nod your head frantically chanting a mantra of 'so good's', orgasm coursing through your body, your body trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm as you lay limp against his chest.

After what feels like a few minutes you feel Aizawa thrust into you making you whine from the overstimulation

"Cant... No... No please... Hurts..."

You try to push him away only for him grab your wrists with his hand behind your back as he increases the pace of his thrusts

"I am yet to come baby, just a few more rounds 'kay?"

[jasonsknight3]

Love your writing! My birthday is coming up and I would love it if you could write an AK Jason x reader piece about it! If not, no worries! Again, love your writing! Xoxo

Thank you! I don’t know when your special day is but I would like to wish you a happy one anyway! Here is a Jason x birthday reader

Jason had some interesting birthday traditions he’s picked up. When he moved in with Bruce and Alfred they certainly made him feel special. Almost every birthday Jason, Bruce and Alfred were up at midnight. Alfred would always have a cake and candles ready. By 12:03 everyone had a slice of cake with party hats on. What if….Jason shared this tradition with you? You and Jason had discussed the birthday pal. And how to go about it. Little did you know he had a little plan of his own. He always is good at color matching. *You’ll need to know that ;) *

🎂Birthday Traditions🎂

“Hey…babydoll, wake up.” A soft voice started to rouse you from your deep slumber. The voice persisted, “Come on…open your eyes.” Jason’s voice was a soft sing-song melody. Opening your eyes, there was a soft glow. When your eyes adjusted fully awake you see Jason holding a cheese cake with candles of your age lit and wearing a big grin. “Jason? What are you doing?” You asked your voice groggy from being pulled out of sleep. Normally you were pretty grouchy but I guess this time was different. Jason chuckled, “well, it's 12:00, your birthday has officially started. I wanted to be the first to tell you happy birthday.” You could help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “So then you know that it is quite literally the middle of the night. Why couldn't this wait till the morning? I mean you could still be the first later.” Jason responded “You don’t have work today and I just wanted to share my little birthday tradition with you.” A warmth spreads in your chest. “You are too sweet.” You say “only for you, now, if you could be a doll and put the party hats on for me.” Jason nodded his head over to the night stand where two party hats sat waiting to be worn. It felt silly but nice as well. The hats were decorated with different patterns and colors.

Once the hats were strapped on each other's head Jason softly sang the birthday song to you. A beautiful serenade to you and just you. As the song ends you lean forward and blow out the candles making the room dark again with just the light source coming from the moonlight through your window. Reaching over to the nightstand and flicking on the light you smile at Jason. Who was cutting you a slice and putting it on the plate that he probably had sitting in the bed already. After giving you your piece and him fishing his own you ask “So, this is your tradition huh?” Swallowing a bite he nodded. “Yea, when I was younger or uh…lived with Bruce, Alfred would always make a cheesecake for me. As soon as the clock hit midnight they’d put party hats on and sing to me. Midnight is the start of the day so that means it’s your birthday.” You had never heard of such a tradition but it was…heartwarming. Cute. “Mmmm, well thank you for sharing it with me.” You say eating your last bite. “Of course, they also had a gift for me at midnight. I happen to have one for you too.” Jason pulled the night stand drawer open and pulled out a small box. “Oh Jason, you didn’t have to do that.” You say to which he shuts down “let me spoil you today princess. Starting now. Go on, open it.”

An undeniable bubbly feeling flooded your senses. Taking the small box and opening it there was a pretty necklace. It was simple but it had a lovely red stone in it. You didn’t care too much for extravagant things. Jason knew you loved simple things. You were easy to please. “Oh Jason, it’s so lovely! Thank you, love! Help me put it on?” You request to which he happily obliged. Turning your back to him he slid the necklace around your neck and clipped it with a kiss on the nape of your neck. “Let me see.” Jason softly commanded with excitement. Over you turned around. He smiled upon seeing the necklace. He traced the jewelry as it rested against your skin. “Looked good on you baby. Even better than I imagined. Red is definitely your color.” You laugh. “Pft, no red is your color but you just like seeing your color on me.” Jason shrugged “can’t deny that.” With a kiss of thanks to Jason both of you settle back down for the night as you cuddle excited for what the day would bring.

Simple n’ sweet

[persphones-hallow]

Prayer / how to pray from a historical perspective - deep dive that nobody asked for

There was a heavy implication upon epithets when prayer to deities, it is one way that connects you further to that deity and their specific role with that title.

Let’s say for hades he’s the god of the underworld, yea? But if you want to request his blessings upon wealth then you’d pray to his pluton epithet.

When praying to any deity you need to take into consideration khairs, the act of repricocity--giving to the gods in return for their favor and help. Khairs was very important in the Hellenic worship and even in modern day it should be done.

The prayer format in a basic explanation would be

“The ancient Greeks would pray on their feet, with their hands up to the sky while they were praising Zeus and the other heavenly gods. Whenever they wanted to worship Hades, the King of the Underworld, or other deities of the underworld, they would kneel down to the earth, powerfully hitting the earth with their hands in order to be heard loudly.

https://libguides.brenau.edu/c.php?g=684125&p=4834713#:~:text=The%20Greeks%20worshiped%20twelve%20deities,more%20about%20each%20Olympian%20deity.&text=The%20ancient%20Greeks%20would%20pray,and%20the%20other%20heavenly%20gods.

When we are praying to a theoi for a example Lady Hêrê (Hera) we view the hymns (they can be used as an example or prayer by itself)

Homeric Hymn 12 to Hera (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C7th to 4th B.C.) : "I sing of golden-throned Hera whom Rhea bare. Queen of the Immortals is she, surpassing all in beauty: she is the sister and wife of loud-thundering Zeus,--the glorious one whom all the blessed throughout high Olympos reverence and honour even as Zeus who delights in thunder."

There is praise in the beginning seen in multiple hymns to deities there’s a lot of good as to why; “Sometimes the main purpose of the prayer is to give praise as an offering. It is always kalos (good/beautiful) to include references to stories or your own heart-moved praise of and gratitude to the deity.” and “It is encouraged by great people such as Socrates for people to ask more wisely in their prayers, and many later philosophers simply pray for the Good (Socrates in Xen. Mem. 1.3.2) (Plato Euthyphr. 14 d) (Iamblichus De vita Pyth. 145). The divine Julian, in his Hymn to the Mother of the Gods, prayed for all men to be granted knowledge of the Gods and for impiety to be outcasted”

Most of the prayers / hymns we see in theoi.com praises and gives the theoi (gods) gratitude without wanting anything in return. This is most but not all.

More important things to know

When we pray to the Gods, it is wise not to approach them with a wish list. It is best that we ask the Gods for, in the words of Porphyry, things necessary. Which means, we only ask that the Gods give to us what is appropriate for our situation. Asking for a specific thing may actually be a request of an ‘extreme’ (excess or deficiency). Porphyry in his own words is reminding us to follow the Delphic Maxim “Pray for things possible” and “Nothing in excess.”

Sources

Website https://www.llewellyn.com/journal/article/3215 https://www.patheos.com/blogs/agora/2019/01/hearth-of-hellenism-how-to-pray-to-the-gods/ https://hellenicfaith.com/prayer-format/

[cultofdixon]

I’ll remind you everyday if I have to

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • It’s the smallest of things to startle a person, but thankfully you have someone to always make sure you’re okay • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks

Requested by: Anon

Anything does it

Loud noises

Yelling

Door slams

Motorcycle engines starting

Walkers trying to claw their way in

Loud snoring if the source is unknown

Honestly, if you made a joke about something breathing and it triggering Y/N’s anxiety…most would think that’s true. She may not be outwardly expressive with her anxiety attacks but one knows she’s having one if she’s disappeared for a period of time.

Her infamous hiding spots are under tables. Carl found her in the closet once when they first arrived to Alexandria and the new people were overwhelming so no one really dared to drag her out. Not that anyone would given Daryl is usually the one to take care of these moments but there were situations where Y/N had to be dragged out of the comfort of hiding.

The farm fire

Governor attack 1

Prison outbreak

Governor attack 2

The Claimers

Terminus

The chapel

The hospital

The barn

Y/N got creative a few times with her hiding spots during the periods where they were moving a lot. But now the group resides in Alexandria and after a few days Y/N left the living room closet sticking with Daryl for the most part since he gives her the most comfort. He didn’t like the place but after all they have been through, after what they have been through, he’s willing to bend slightly so that they could possibly make this place their home.

“Are you coming with to the party?” Rick asks Daryl who seems to have never left the porch whenever he stepped outside finding him always there.

“Nah. Well I don’t know” He frowns keeping his gaze to the floor while he chewed away at his thumb. “Y/N going?”

“Nope. She’s staying in.” Rick states making his way down the steps and more over to Carol’s porch that Daryl stood on. “Judith is coming with me later so Y/N will be alone in the house if yea ever wanna check in on her”

“You make it sound like she had another attack” His worry started to eat at him and with no instant reply back, his own words are only confirming it. “Why didn’t—-“

“Because in some way, you’re also not okay here. Some people need space, others need comfort…Y/N is safe in the house and for once, after all these anxiety attacks I’ve witnessed, she asked for space” Rick gave a small smile to Daryl in the sense of there’s been improvement, but that didn’t stop the worry from brewing inside the archer. “Take the opportunity and if you change your mind about the party? Everybody else will be there”

Daryl watches the retired sheriff walk past as he looks over to his home finding Y/N turned away from the window holding herself. For a second he wanted to go on and check on her, but decided to listen to Rick.

Even if listening to him this time brought an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

The party started when the sunset and Daryl found himself watching from outside. He never felt like he fitted in with these types of crowds. The social people. Those who host parties and make charcuterie boards. It was weird how old world this place was.

When he stepped away and started to make his way back to the house Aaron the one who brought them in, stopped him to talk. This talk lead to being invited for dinner then a good thing to come out of this place…a bike frame. He can feel like his old self and make a new bike after losing the other one to the prison collapse.

But right before he left, Daryl stepped into the kitchen hesitantly but catching Eric’s attention.

“Did you need something?”

“If it’s uh…not too much” Daryl usually never has this much trouble, it’s just. Talking to new people.

Eventually Daryl got the leftovers he asked for after finally getting it out of him along with who it’s for. But when he entered the still very empty house, because of the party, he didn’t find Y/N instantly. She didn’t take a room in the Grimes’s residence, Carol offered a room in hers for her. She was in there last he saw her.

He checked everywhere.

The rooms, the kitchen, the garage, even the small areas in the front and back of the house. It should’ve been more obvious to check Carol’s but even when he looked in her place, she wasn’t instantly found. Which brought his anxiety to be vocal.

“Y/N?” He calls out, not receiving an immediate reply back. “Y/N!” He didn’t mean to shout knowing that would scare her but he was getting to an extreme level that will most likely be taken out on one of Deanna’s sons. They weren’t all that welcoming and he noticed how sad that made his partner.

A few more calls and Daryl eventually stopped in the kitchen to put away the plate in the fridge when he heard the sniffling.

“You didn’t hear me call you back?” Her hushed whisper still made it to Daryl’s ears as he quickly rounds the kitchen island to the dinning table crouching to find her sobbing in her curled position.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Daryl frowns bringing himself to sit on the floor and scooting up to her watching her uncurl to wrap her arms around his neck. He gently brought his around her waist pulling her into his lap as she wraps her legs around his torso. “I’m usually better at finding yea but this place is too new…”

“We aren’t used to it” Y/N finished while hiding her face in the crook of his neck for a moment.

Daryl held her for as long as she needed even if that lasted til Carol returned a few hours later. She didn’t say anything, only gave a look to the archer that if they needed anything to just call her, before heading upstairs to sleep.

But after a little while longer of being under the table, the two eventually moved out from under it and Daryl kept Y/N close the rest of the night which led them to the room she claimed. Y/N laid on top of Daryl as he gently grazes his fingers against her back in a soothing motion.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“It just…happened” Y/N frowns bringing herself to look at Daryl and his worried expression. “I feel so stupid…”

“You’re not stupid. You’re never stupid for bein’ anxious, sunshine” Daryl gently brushes the hair out of the way of her face watching her sadden expression last. “Sometimes we can’t control how we feel…just be glad yea ain’t quick to anger like some of us”

“You have reasons for your anger. A pen could drop on hard wood flooring and my mind could think someone is breaking in” Y/N laughed at her own problems which Daryl didn’t exactly like but he hasn’t heard her laugh in some time. As she rests her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head holding her a bit tighter.

“You feel safe with me…and our family. Everybody is unsettled in this place and it’ll take time to get used to it. You’re never at fault for your anxiety…I’ll remind yea everyday if I have to”

“Yeah?”

“I promise, sunshine” Daryl kissed her once more, leading her to lift her head and bring herself up so that she could kiss his lips which brought a hum from his chest. “I’ll always keep yea safe, too. From everything”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Y/N smiles bringing her head back to lay on his chest as he held her close with a hint of a smile gracing his features.

“By being you”

[jorenilee]

FIRST TIME DOING COMMISSIONS WOOOO. I really wanted to open comms but I'm also busy with uni so for compromise, I'm just keeping it to simple, monochrome sketches for now! ko-fi here!

Detailed info + link to info document under cut

Commission document

FINALLY sketch commissions for $15 CAD.

- Any additional characters (more than 1) are $5 each added onto the original price, e.g. three characters would be $25 total.

- Headshots, busts, half-body, and full-body sizes are all $15 to keep it simple, I'll try to adjust by adding more detail the smaller the scale goes. Just let me know roughly which size you'd like 👍

✅ yea category (things I can/am comfortable with drawing):

OCs

ship/self-ship art

suggestive (not of underage characters)

light nudity and light gore

blood

anthro/furries and animals

simple props or foreground objects

❌ nah category (things I won't/am not comfortable with drawing):

nsfw/fetish

heavy gore

mech and detailed armor

backgrounds

very complex designs (think of genshin and monster hunter as the standard of complex designs)

- Always ask questions if you're unsure about stuff (like whether something is simple enough) and I'm open to discussing those details. Some things I might reject cuz of time or how experienced I am (like I said I could do anthro/animals but if I'm gonna be real, not sure if I can do insects and fish and the like justice). But it is just basic comms and sketches so nothing too wild so I'm willing to hear out anything

- Do NOT put my stuff in ai or give me anything related to ai/nft, I will EXPLODE your MIND

- Pay upfront 🙏, it's ko-fi so not like it matters but yeah

- Payments will be thru ko-fi, but if necessary, I also have paypal. Also this shouldnt be necessary but dont share my personal info (email, name, phone, etc), we do the "I do not see it" type of interaction.

- I can't guarantee how long it'll take given I gotta lock in on university, but it SHOULD be under three weeks max, and I'll try to give updates whenever.

- I'll also try to send progress sketches for you to examine and critique as you'd like! I'm forgetful as fuck so never be afraid of asking me for updates because my brain sure doesnt <3

- Also also I might ask if I'm allowed to post your comm as art (with a watermark saying it is a commission), and you're free to say yes or no.

- Most of all: this is my first time really doing this stuff so have mercy 🙏🙏🙏 especially with the payments and remembering stuff.

Ok DMs are open and you can ask me there YAYY

Other extra things:

sending me references is COOL and GOOD!

I am fine with you giving me as many details as possible (pose, colour, level of detail, lighting source, exact size of canvas, etc.). I love following instructions, it keeps my heart at rest <3

be free to also go crazy when reviewing progress sketches. again, love when I know what to do and follow instructions

I got a right to reject any comm

I am not a serious person ur free to go wild in DMs

but a reasonable wild in like. dont be inappropriate or mean or sexual n stuff

and I'd rather not have regular casual conversations since it is still commissions

IF i get a lot of comms, I'll close them temporarily

if you tell me to draw stuff like. a carrot. I will do it. idk why youd spend money on it but ill do it

the canadian economy is in shambles so lowkey, pay me enough and I'm willing to draw stuff in the nah category lol (will take much longer tho)

Other places to contact me:

twitter: chamops

instagram: chamopss

discord: chamops

bluesky: jorenilee.bsky.social

[bullet-prooflove]

Rio: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

Terry’s warned you about the car. It’s a fire engine red 1967 Alfa Romero Spider, one that’s seen much better days. Cars like this in good condition cost ten grand, yours is not in good condition.

He understands the emotional connection to the car, your parents had picked it up for you after college as a graduation present. It’s the only tie you have to the both of them now that they’re gone.

When you’d got back to LA and brought it out of storage, Terry had known it was going to be trouble. It was in the stutter of the engine, the dilapidated roar. There’s a Duran Duran tape that’s been stuck in the stereo for over a decade and the passenger side intermittently unlocks. Everytime you climb inside the thing he gets heart palpitations.

When he gets the call in the middle of the night, it scares the hell out of him. You’re crying on the phone, there’s been an accident, you think the car is totalled.

“But are you ok?” He asks you, gripping the phone so tightly the plastic creaks.

“Yea,” You say shakily and he can tell you trying not to cry. “But the car…”

“Alright baby.” He says softly as he snatches up his keys. “I’m on the way.”

There’s already a tow truck on scene, along with the police when he arrives. He sees the red and blue lights flashing and his heart tightens in his chest.

The accident had taken place on a dirt road in El Sereno. You were driving home after dropping off one of the kids from the gallery when a drunk driver had hit your car, almost sending it careening over the edge of the hill. You were lucky it hadn’t been going any faster because that car, it has a soft top, he’s certain you wouldn’t have made it if it had rolled.

You put your thumb out to flag him down and he pulls up as close as he can. You’re a mess. There’s mascara streaked down your cheeks, blood running from your hairline down your features.

“Did you hit your head?” he asks worriedly, his fingers seeking out the source of the bleeding.

“No.” You say as he removes a handkerchief from his coat pocket and presses it to the wound. “It’s from the glass.”

When you glance over your shoulder the Romero is being loaded onto a flatbed. The passenger side where the other car hit you is obliterated, the metal contorted beyond repair. You take one look at it and burst into tears.

That night you’re inconsolable.

The loss of that car…

It’s like you’ve lost your parents all over again.

You cry yourself to asleep, your face buried in Terry’s chest as he holds you close, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

The next day you’re exhausted, banged up and emotionally wrung out. He tries to get you to take a sick day but you refuse because you need to be busy. He makes you take a couple of painkillers before he drops you off at the art gallery where you work.

When he gets to the lot where your car is being held, the damage is worse than he realised.

“You may as well sell it for scrap.” His mechanic tells him as he studies the vehicle. “The repairs will cost more than the car is worth.”

“Money isn’t a problem.” He sighs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you think it can be fixed?”

“It’ll take some time. The crash did a number on it.” The mechanic says as he smooths his hand over the twisted metal. “I can get it done though.”

It’s almost a month later that you wake up and find a silver box with a red ribbon perched upon your nightstand. It’s resting upon the book you’re reading about your namesake Georgia O’Keefe.

When you open it you find a car key inside, one that you recognise. It’s kind of Terry to give you a keepsake, he knows how much that car means to you, the memories that were attached to it.

“Thank you.” You say softly as you linger in the doorway of the kitchen in your robe and hold up the key. “It means a lot that you could give me something to remember the car by.”

“Let’s step outside.” He says quietly, his palm coming to rest on your lower back as he guides you towards the driveway.

You can’t believe what you’re seeing. Sitting there is your car, not ruined or torn apart, but brand new in pristine condition. Your fingertips trail over the bonnet and your throat constricts because you remember the nights you spent with your dad working on the engine, your mother singing along to ‘Rio’ as she revved it at his request.

“He left the tape deck untouched.” Terry tells you, his lips brushing over your temple. “You can sing ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ to your heart’s content.”

It’s that attention to detail that makes you realise just how much this man cares for you. You feel a surge of something inside of you, a rush of love, of gratitude. Terry has no idea of the gift he’d given you, not really.

“Why don’t you go get dressed?” He suggests, tilting his head back towards the house. “Then you can come back out and take her for a spin.”

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[wyrm-with-a-what-the-fuck]

oh boy I'm back on my horny magnus posting. I wonder if anyone's figured out yet that I like Magnus and am stupidly down bad for him. I'm gonna man up and try to write something actually like semi smut so as always bear with me.

Ok this is gonna be a little but of a continuation of the hammer post (again) because I've thought of an idea of an aftermath of that whole debacle. So due to magnus' shame of what he did to an ancient artifact he completely distances himself from even the mere thought of indulging in those desires again. No matter how many times he wakes up at night gasping with open panels he refuses to give into something as ridiculous as carnal urges. He once again uses the war excuse and for a while it works out. Until the war ends and cybertron is restored.

At this point the cracks start to show. Magnus is good at hiding his emotions but even he has a limit and he is slowly reaching it. He's more irritable and distracted and he's more distant. For those who don't know him as well (or are just too busy to notice) they just think it's magnus being magnus. But for the remaining Wreckers? Oh they know something is up. Bulkhead is concerned while Wheeljack is annoyed as he thought magnus' brooding stage was over and he finally got the stick out of his aft.

Eventually, the two start to scheme. They make a plan on how to try and get magnus to relax and possibly confess what is wrong. So, as wreckers, of course the best option is sparring! Once the 3 get a moment alone together Bulkhead and Wheeljack ask to spar with magnus. They use the excuse of wanting to not get rusty and magnus falls for it, not suspecting anything out of the ordinary.

So eventually Bulkhead and Magnus start to go at it, trading punches with one another. Wheeljack is cheering on and watching closely at magnus to see if there are any potential hints of what's going on with Magnus and eventually he notices something. By all accounts it was such a minor detail that Wheeljack honestly shouldn't have even known or picked up on, but due to him harassing Ratchet he's learned some pretty interesting stuff.

One of the things he mentioned from the ray of sunshine is the meaning of biolights and their brightness. Turns out biolights are a way of expressing emotion for the bots who have them and while tye bot had some control over them, it is extraordinarily hard to try to completely mask the emotions felt. Depending on the emotion felt the lights will either brighten, dim, or slowly flash. Most emotions follow one of these patterns and those are the ones that are the easiest to spot. However, some emotions have a specific pattern to them.

For example, a bot who is aroused will have biolights that slowly brighten and then dim. The brightening is said to be a way to try and draw attention to one's self in order to attract a partner, however as time passed the brightening became less and less until is was practically unnoticeable in some bots. But for Magnus? Oh yea, his lights were definitely brightening. And they only seemed to do it whenever Bulkhead got up close and physical, meaning that it probably wasn't just a lingering lust. Oh no. Magnus wanted to be thoroughly fragged.

With this knowledge going through wheeljacks head he only has one goal in mind when he and magnus eventually spar: get that man pinned and make him scream. I like to imagine that wreckers are the types who interface casually as a source of relief and even entertainment, so wheeljack is no stranger to interfacing. However, unknowingly for wheeljack, Magnus is in fact a stranger to interfacing, so while the two are sparring magnus misses every single sign wheeljack gives. He has no clue that the small Wrecker is trying to woo him and just thinks that wheeljack is goofing around, so after the sparring he leaves to go back to his ship, as he's using it as a temporary home while cybertron is being restored.

Frustrated and now horny, wheeljack is not at all pleased by this outcome. Bulkhead did indeed notice wheeljacks wooing attempts and essentially asks him "bro wtf??" and wheeljack explains the situation. The larger bot explains that Magnus mightve just not been interested, so begrudgingly wheeljack let's go of that little fantasy. It'd be no fun fragging a bot who didn't want it after all. Disappointed and still pent up wheeljack and bulkhead go back to their shared hab. While for a bit there is the lingering thought in his mind of magnus pinned down sobbing for more, eventually wheeljack manages to move on from the thought and forgets about it for a few hours.

He is violently reminded when magnus just unexpectedly appears at the two's home with no explanation. He is fidgeting with his clawed hand and bulkhead invites him and. The trio sit together and drink some energon as they gradually catch up with what's been going on. When it gets to Magnus, the fidgeting gets worse and he looks anxious. After a while Magnus caves in and asks the wreckers if it was true that they had interfaced with their comrades in a way that had no deep feelings involved. Confused, the two say yes and explain that for them it's a really good de-stressor and can be fun. At that they are met with silence.

Glancing over at Magnus shows that once again he's flashing his lights. He looks both embarrassed and horrified. Catching on to what Magnus is asking, the two reassure that, if for any reason Magnus wanted to interface with either one of them, they would be totally fine with it. That doesn't help with magnus' embarrassed but he seems to relax at that. In quite possibly the most timid and meek voice they've heard for the oh so stoic bot, he asked if they'd be willing to frag him right. He looks away as he explains his situation (wheeljack damn near loses his mind when he hears of magnus' story regarding the hammer) and explains that it be for stress relief and nothing more.

The two, completely down for a good frag, agree with magnus. They reassure him and then ask who he would want his berth partner to be, and at this the two are met with an embarrassed honk and a humiliated flushed face. With his good servo covering his face, he explains how he was hoping that the two of them would both 'face with him. And not in separate sessions, either. As mortifying as it is, Magnus absolutely despises the feeling of being alone, and while he may be with a partner he would still rather be able to keep an eye on his two soldiers (and friends. He won't admit that out loud). Once again the two wreckers are taken aback by this confession and due to their delayed reactions, Magnus takes it as a refusal and gets up to leave.

Having none of it, bulkhead and wheeljack quickly begin to slowly guide magnus back down, whispering comforts and compliments along the way. The say of how gorgeous he is, how great of a warrior he is, how stunning he will inevitably be in the midst of overload, and Magnus finally breaks. He gives in and there are immediately all sorts of sensations over him.

Wheeljack is nibbling on his finial when gently tugging at some exposed wires while bulkhead is planting a variety of soft kisses all over magnus' armor. Hands both large and small caress him and gently massage some of his aching joints. Someone is planting kisses to his hands but he can't figure out who it would be as somewhere along the line he closed his eyes and just let the pleasure finally drown him. They aren't even touching his array yet and he's already a mess. Every tug of a wire gets a gasp and every bite on one of his finials gets a whine.

Finally having enough of being teased, Magnus tries to use the commander voice to order his men to get to the main point. It isn't nearly as effective as midway through his little speech wheeljack bites at a neck cable and magnus' sentence is broken off with a moan. With that, all hesitation quickly disintegrated. Wheeljack tilts his head and in a swift moment is kissing his commander senseless. Bulkheads hands are slowly traveling down magnus' body towards his suspiciously warm panel. Bulkhead tried to encourage it open but, for some reason, it's just not budging.

Breaking away from wheeljack with hesitation magnus shyly explains that in order to get to the interface panel, the crotch armor that he has needs to be taken on. While it's rare, some bots are born without proper array panel covering, so special pieces of armor and panels and made in order to protect the array. Magnus wasn't sure what to expect from the revelation, but he sure want expecting for wheeljack to hurriedly start pulling off pieces of the armor to reach the panel. It was embarrassing to watch yet it also gave Magnus a feeling of pride. The fact that he is, in fact, desirable enough for someone to want him so much was a thought that had never even crossed his mind.

What also didn't cross his mind was what would happen when the armor piece would inevitably be taken off. The sudden exposure to the drastic change in temperature made him shudder and draw his legs together. Unknowingly, that little movement had gotten bulkhead and wheeljack all sorts of riled up. Seeing their commander try to hide his pretty little soaked valve with his legs was not a sight they thought they wanted but damn they needed it. Magnus' valve, in their professional opinions, was absolutely gorgeous. It was composed of a dark silicone substance instead of the typical metal and had quite possibly the largest anterior node that the two had ever seen. Hell, the valve even had its own streaks of biolights running through it!

One moment magnus' legs were drawn together and the next they were being pushed apart by a very aroused wheeljack. He had finally gotten what he had wanted and he'd be damned if he didn't take the opportunity to indulge in a quick little treat. When the feeling of something licking his valve had finally registered to Magnus it was already too late. Wheeljacks hands were gripped tightly onto Magnus legs, keeping them apart while he gentle lapped at every little part of the valve. He was practically pressing his whole face into the plush mesh and it was driving Magnus insane. He had knew that there would be interfacing involved but he had forgotten that there may have been a foreplay involved.

Feeling overwhelmed at the sensation, Magnus tried to reach for anything but had soon realized an issue that was previously forgotten about. Due to this rather impressive shoulders, when pinned onto the ground flat on his back the range of motions he could move his arms in were greatly limited. He tried to lift one of his arms to try and reach out to wheeljack but when a dull clunk had sounded out when magnus' shoulder had met the ground magnus let out a frustrated huff.

Catching onto the issues, bulkhead positioned himself to be next to one of magnus' sides in arm reaching distance. It didn't take long for magnus to cling onto bulkhead for dear life as wheeljack got more aggressive in his movements. Every once in a while wheeljack would gently nip of the furious little node and every time it drove magnus made. His legs would reflexively jerk in an attempt to close his legs to get away from the overwhelming sensation. He attempts were futile as wheeljack was not letting his grip loosen in the slightest and he must've told bulkhead to help him out as it wasn't long before one of bulkheads massive hands wrapped around the commanders leg and pulled it even further apart, exposing some previously untouched areas of his sensitive valve. And, once again, wheeljack immediately took the opportunity and dove in deeper.

Unable to handle the new sensation, magnus overloaded with a scream. Due to the short notice, wheeljacks face had managed to get some fluid smeared on his face, and while magnus was horrified to see his own release all over wheeljacks face, wheeljack was far from disappointed. He wore that infuriating smug grin as he began to lick his mouth in order to taste his commander. Magnus did not take this well, and in his embarrassment brought his good servo up to his face on order to cover his flushing face.

As he recovered from the overload, bulkhead and wheeljack continued what they started earlier and began to pester magnus with a bunch of little kisses. The two could hear the whine of their commanders engine as they continued to shower him in affectionate little gestures. The two wreckers had expected for that to be it from Magnus, as it was very clear that he was inexperienced and therefore lacked the stamina, but to their surprise he tilted his head towards bulkhead with a pleading look on his face. No words needed to be spoken in order to understand what Magnus was asking of him.

So bulkhead lowered his hand down to where the soaked valve was and wasted no time gently rubbing a digit along the opening. Unlike wheeljack, bulkhead went slowly and his touches felt fleeting. As if they were barely even there. It didn't take long for magnus to unconsciously start to grind against the digit present and bulkhead and wheeljack ate up the sight of their commander grinding his hips in a desperate search for more pleasure. They also loved the sounds of magnus' gasps and moans getting louder as the charge that had previously been dormant had came back with a vengeance. At one specific movement, bulkheads digit had managed to snag at the entrance and bulkhead could feel as his commander tried to desperately clench down onto the aforementioned digit.

Unable to deny his commander what he wanted, bulkhead began to gently guide his digit into the entrance. In a flurry of desperate movements, Magnus had managed to drive the digit deeper into him. Magnus was familiar with overloading without having to enter himself, so this was an entirely new experience and sensation for him. After letting the commander get used to what the feeling of something filling him, bulkhead began to slowly glide his digit outside and then back in. It was an unfamiliar feeling, sure, but it wasn't exactly an unwelcome one. Wheeljack could see as the commander began to relax as he was gently fucked on a digit. He could see how Magnus moved his hips in sync with bulkheads movements.

After letting magnus get used to that sensation, bulkhead began to gradually speed up. He also was attempting to find that particular cluster of sensitive wires that he knew would please magnus. At some point bulkhead began to curl his digit, seeking out that cluster. With some previous experience coming in handy, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. He could tell when he had found it as the moment his digit rubbed against the cluster, Magnus had practically jumped at the sensation, his whole body tensing as he let out a breathless moan. Magnus turned his head to where bulkhead was next to him with a look of confusion on his face.

Magnus was very confused as to what that sensation was, but before bulkhead could complain magnus began to grind his hips against the digit still inside of him in order to try and find that spot that brought him a burst of intense pleasure before. It doesn't take longer as magnus is fucking himself against bulkheads digit, uncoordinated and messily. He was at the point where he didn't care what he must've looked like to the other bots present, he was just desperate to let the charge that had built up finally release. In his inexperience, magnus kept grazing against the spot, but he was never able to hit it.

Noticing his commanders frustrations, bulkhead began to guide him as to where the cluster was. When bulkhead hit it a second time, magnus came even more undone. At this point he was desperate rubbing against the spot, pleading for more. Wheeljack began to press light little kisses along magnus helm and neck as the charge buildup had increased and was about to snap. With the feeling on that spot being hit and the feeling of wheeljacks attention on his magnus finally overloaded. But much to his embarrassment, when he overloaded he had let out a deafening honk. And, unluckily for his partners, wheeljack and bulkhead were right next to magnus when the honk had sounded out. Wheeljack flinched hard and bulkhead and nearly leaped into the air due to the shock of the noise.

Once again, magnus began to cover his face with his good servo, but this time he was unable to as wheeljack had quickly grabbed a hold of it and had leaned toward to kiss his commander stupid. While wheeljack did that, bulkhead began to gather some towels and cleaning solvent in order to clean up the mess that magnus had made when he overloaded. The signs of any previous stress had melted from magnus and all that was left was a very satisfied yet tired magnus. Knowing that there was no potential for a third round, bulkhead and wheeljack gentle encouraged magnus to get some rest, and within moments they had a sleeping magnus nestled next to them.

They had wanted to move him to a more comfortable place, but they didn't want to interrupt their commanders rest, so they simply grabbed a variety of soft objects and has stuffed it under or around magnus to try and keep him comfortable. As he slept the two kept guard as to make sure there wasn't anything to potential wake or harm him. When magnus had awoken the next morning, it was clear that he was embarrassed from the actions of the previous night. He apologized for something (they weren't listening. All they could look at was those pretty little lights of his) and swiftly left the hab, promising that this was a one time thing and that while he was grateful for their help, they shouldn't expect it to happen again.

It took approximately a week before magnus came back. And it took approximately a month after that for the three to finally make it official. And about 5 years after that Magnus had somehow managed to snag two conjunxes.

((Holy fucking shit I think I locked in a little too much what the fuck. I'm so sorry that this is so long but I hope you and maybe some others can enjoy it. I should probably be worried about how down bad for magnus I am as this took like and hour to write. I'm sorry I'm just using your asks as a place to write out rough fanfics lmao. I'm far too much of a pussy to make my own blood as that would mean people would like know me and that thought is horrifying. Uh anyway sorry again for this.))

OH MY GODDDD. OH MY GODDDDDDDD.

I love the bio light headcanon sm I’ve always loved headcanons for biolights and shit and magnus getting two boyfriends and being all shy and shit like oh my god oh my god and then taking forever to seek them out again oh my godddddd this so amazing please write more poem novella I am a simple creature I need this food to live

This is so good you locked in and served up the most beautiful headcanons and magnus pussy fucking on my page you are getting put on the pedestal

[httpscomexe]

Just came across your give me inspiration post and I’ve come to deliver 🫡

How about Bucky or Logan x naive reader? Well not really naive but sort of? Reader keeps making excuses for him and keeps brushing of the concerning things he does. Ex he keeps tabs on her he has to know where she is at all times or else he starts to FREAK out. He sabotages readers work or projects so that she will come to him for help. He even intrudes on her time with friends when reader says she’s going out he starts pouting and saying “I wish I had something to do. You should let me go with you. It will be fun they won’t mind”. Even their work place co workers mention it to reader but she just brushes it off saying “ oh he’s just a friend” or “he’s just lonely sometimes”. Basically he’s obsessed with reader and wants to be the only thing she thinks about and he will go to extreme measures to have her no MATTER what.

Hopefully that was good 🤷‍♀️ if it’s not feel free to ignore it lol it’s feels good to be back. I missed you 🫶

-love , S 💋

Barnes & Noble

Summary: Nothing goes right in your shitty life. Work, school, everything. It’s all shit. Until a worried friend finally looks out for you, and you have the best day you’ve had in probably years.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Professor!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, suicide, drugs, wounds, drinking, underage drinking, anxiety, panic, shit boss, shit mom, all that good stuff,  (Individual warnings per chapter)

Word Count: 3408 (Find all parts here) Pt.2

P.S. If you’d like to be tagged, ask in the comments, you also have permission to send an ask, but make sure it is NOT anonymous, so I know your username, don’t worry, I’m scared of confrontation too. But this is a SAFE SPACE where I will not judge. Thank you again.

AN: This is almost completely different from what you asked for, but to be fair, I don't plan what I write, I just let my brain and my fingers move however they feel like and if I process that something is bad, I delete it and refresh for a minute. But I think I'm back. And this will probably have three parts.

Lolly: Guess who’s throwing a party this weekend!

You: I’m assuming Trent?

Lolly: Ew no, I would not be excited.

You: You?

Lolly: Yea! And you’re invited!

You smile at the rectangle of light in your hands, the only source of light in the room as a matter of fact. Your eyes are tired, you had been studying all day and just when you were about to sleep, your phone buzzed. Of course, considering your addiction to the device, you immediately picked it up, losing every second of progress you had made earlier trying to actually fall asleep. Fucking insomnia. You either went to sleep quickly and woke up every hour, or you didn’t sleep until an hour before you needed to be up for class. If your higher dosage didn’t start to work on sleeping pills, you seriously considered chloroform as a personal prescription.

You weren’t exactly a party person, apart from the drinks. The thought of being in a house full of three hundred people dancing and drinking, sweating all night while fucking whereever because their drunken mind couldn’t think straight was seriously making your stomach fold in disgust. What was even the point in parties anyways? To lose your virginity and figure out who the dad is for the next 5 years and you can’t afford a test because now you have to take care of a baby? Sounded like prison, just being held in a cell for 18 years or until you decide to kick the bucket yourself, deciding debt was more depressing than your lifestyle.

To be fair, you weren’t raised in the best household. Your mom tried to kick you out at 16, which you instead ran away, thinking she hated you but really she just didn’t want you to walk in on her hanging halfway off the bed with an empty bottle of pills hanging loose from her hand. And your dad? Sometimes you think you’re a lab experiment. Mom never brought him up,and when you brought him up, you’d be sent to your room like it was a cage and you failed your test. You honestly got lucky with the amount of maturity your harder teenage life gave you. Now you’re either working, studying, going to class, or getting the five hours, and what feels like thirty minutes of sleep, of course, only every other day. Some days, you don't get to sleep at all.

So of course you didn’t want to go to your best friend Lolly’s party. Whenever you said you were busy she’d just tell you to take a sick day off, but obviously, that wasn’t a thing that would ever be able to happen. You think your mom is the worst? Wait until you hear about your boss…

Morning

“Keep it going! It’s just a scratch!” She shouted basically in your face, her spit from her smoke corroded teeth would probably be on the tip of your nose if you had turned your head just barely to the right. The ‘scratch’ on your arm bleeding, leaking down between the now goosebumps on your skin and a few drops dripping down onto the broken glass on the greasy tile floor. Some asshole wasn’t happy about how few chocolate chips were in their cookie, you wish you weren’t joking. But of course, the customer is always right, even if it means they get to throw a broken piece of glass at you, cutting your bicep. “I don’t even know why I bothered hiring you, you ain’t even a pretty face.” She scoffs as she walks away, half her ass sticking out from her way to small pants. You half expected her button to fly out and land in someone's drink. She’d probably broken about 80 different codes by now with the way she talked to you. But of course, you’re way too patient with people, unlike Lolly, who quit the job as soon as she saw the morning shift manager, literally set her hat and apron down on the counter and walked out. You wish you had walked out with her, as she now works at a pet store, grooming dogs while you bleed all over the floor. It was five in the damned morning, you didn’t need this shit. But here you were, scrubbing the floor of glass, spilt Fanta, and blood, which was dripping onto the floor still, creating more of a mess.

Afternoon

From five to twelve. That’s how long you had to work. Every. Single. Day. Then you have thirty minutes to get to your first class. You have to switch clothes in the bathroom at work, shove it in your bag, run out onto the streets of New York, jog down Grey Street, cross Midway Drive, cut through the park at the centre of the city, hoping to fuck there isnt some event happening that keeps you from going around, then you have to go down into the subway, walk through the crowd of people talking loudly on their phones, all sweating and holding briefcases, so you try your hardest to avoid their bodies, reminded of the gash on your bicep when a musty street performer covered in silver paint rubs against you, coating your skin in a not so shiny and sort of disgustingly sticky paint. You hold back the gag you wanted to release onto about 15 people, and you push through the rest, almost twisting your ankle halfway up the stairs, but you of course power through it, and look at your watch. You didn’t have time to go to your dorm and clean up, but fuck. You look at your reflection in the window of a Starbucks, you didn’t even realise you had started crying, but your mascara running down your cheeks just like the blood had run down your arm, which stopped at some point and dried up with the streak of paint, made you look an absolute mess. Like you just walked in on your husband cheating on you with your sister. You just gag at your reflection, then the walking symbol shows up, and you cross the street, it was rush hour, so you had two choices. Go to your room, and clean up, be about ten minutes late, or go to class and look like shit in front of everyone. It was a split-second decision. But you didn’t want to look like shit. Honestly, you didn’t even want to go to class, so missing a few minutes wouldn’t kill you. Even if it did, you wouldn’t mind.

So instead of taking a right and going to the class you so desperately needed to pass, you go left on Harper Road, and you run up some steps to your apartment, shoving the keys in the door and swinging it open before rushing to the bathroom, pulling off your white blouse - now stained red and brown from blood - and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning on your shower, and you didn’t give a flying fuck about the water bill, you were about to take your damned time under the water.

You step in once your fully unclothed, the warm running water stinging your cut but the damned shower was the only good thing going on in your life right now, so there were no complaints apart from the hiss that leaves your lips as it does hit the now inflamed wound.

About thirty minutes later

About twenty eyes land on you as soon as you walk into the classroom, which was actually just the library. Literary class for your want to be a writer, and your teacher - Professor Barnes - pauses for a moment. He looks you up and down, gives you a disappointed look, then you find an open seat, pulling out a notebook with only a few minutes left of the class, but you were about to spend the next hour or so in the library with your friends anyways. While you wrote, and studied, they had a project to work on. One that you’ve already failed twice. Once for turning it into the wrong class, and once for accidentally lighting it on fire at work when a co-worker dropped a flaming pan on it, which, of course, you were blamed for. Then just as class ends, and everyone packs to leave while you continue to write notes into your book, you feel a presence behind you. Before you can even apologise to him, you feel his large hand on your shoulder, and his voice in your ear.

“You were late again.” No shit Sherlock. “What happened this time?” He asks, moving to sit on the corner of your desk, and you put down your pencil. He asked the question as if he didn’t believe you every other time you told him your situation. You wait for the library to completely empty out before you could yell at him for being a dick, and as soon as the last student leaves, the second the door closes and leaves a whoosh of air from its weight, you don’t scream. Some unknown squeak of every emotion mixed together except for happiness and joy leaves your throat, and your newly applied mascara runs down your face, exposing your clear tears to be mixed with the black makeup, streaks of it running down your cheeks, causing you to lean forward, face in your hands as you start to sob. The sound of a heavy sigh is the only thing in the room apart from your absolutely embarrassing breakdown. “I gave you a hundred on the assignment for the day.” What? That makes you look up, once again looking like a wife just cheated on, only this time your false husband cheated with your own mother.

“W-What? I-I don’t even k-know what the assignment was…” You hear him scoff, but it wasn’t a hateful scoff, it was more of a ‘do I look like I give a fuck,’ sort of scoff.

“Look. Lolly spoke to me about how you’re doing. So I figured I’d give you a break.” That was… Weird… Why would he do that?

“But what about the assignments that go with it-?”

“Congrats, your grade just went from a D to a B. How about you go home and relax for the rest of the day instead of studying.” You’re silent for a moment. Relax? You haven’t done that since freshman year, and even then, you weren’t sure your lunch period was exactly meant for a thirty minute nap.

“Mr. Barnes- I-” You jump a little, his hand closing your textbook and he hops off the table.

“Come on, class is over, go home.” He sighs, and goes back to his desk with your textbook, scanning it and setting it on the shelf so you wouldn’t even need to bother turning it back in and most likely paying the late fee. You stand up awkwardly, grabbing your bag and only just realising you definitely twisted your ankle as you limp a little before barely catching yourself on your desk. You honestly looked pathetic, you weren’t exactly sure why he wasn’t laughing. “Are you alright there?” You hear his voice close again, and you turn to look up at him, his hand moving to the middle of your back. But momma didn’t raise any wimp.

“It hurts-” You whimper. What. The fuck. Momma would be disappointed - If she wasn’t dead - she’d probably choke you to death. That pathetic ass noise would’ve been enough to consider you a puppy ready for adoption. “I mean uh- I’m fine.” He chuckles a little dryly, his eyes widening at your horrible attempt to convince him that you were truly fine.

“Are you sure? You’re crying even more now.” Honestly, if he hadn’t pointed it out, you wouldn’t have noticed. You were so sleep deprived. So tired. Exhausted. You were genuinely ready to snap at the next person who even breathed wrong. “Are you gonna be able to walk back to your dorm?” He grabs your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before you can even answer.

“I-I’ll be alright…” You hold out your hand for your bag, but instead, his hand on your back gently pushes you forward, making you limp in pain before his arm snakes around your waist, which should’ve made you jump, but he was helping you walk.

“Well, Imma give you a ride home if that’s alright.” He pushes the button to open the automatic door, helping you walk out into the cold air which hits you in the face worse than it should with tear stained cheeks.

“I mean I can walk-”

“Doesn’t look like it.” He shrugs, walking into the teachers parking lot, dragging you towards his truck, the one you knew was his because he was the only teacher you could actually stand, so you’ve waved bye to him at the end of the day a few times before.

“Yea- I can’t.” You admit, limping along next to him.

He opens the passenger door to the truck, and he even helps you in, setting your bag on the floorboard before closing the door and rounding the vehicle, getting into the driver seat and the warm air from the vents feels amazing, everywhere except for your sleeve covered arm, which was still warm and inflamed.

“Go ahead and give me directions hun.” He asks, pulling out of his parking space. You turn on your phone, a few missed texts from Lolly that you could look at and deal with later swiped away by your thumb as you go to the maps app to get directions until you remember you live just across the street from the dorms.

“I uh… I’m in the apartment- the one with the red roof across the street from the dorms…” you mumble, but he does hear you, nodding as you set your phone down on the centre console and reach down, rubbing your shin with your palm and it hurts like shit - it's definitely more than sprained - and you were way too poor to go to the hospital to get it checked out. So a self diagnosis would be enough for now.

“So what happened? Did you fall or something?”

“I uh- twisted it going up the subway steps.” You sit back up and look out the window.

“Subway? What are you doing in the subway if you live so close to the school?”

“I have work in the mornings…”

“Sounds stressful.”

“You have… no idea…” You mumble again, looking out the windshield now, and you can practically feel his head turn to look at you, so you look back, you were of course, correct. “Sorry- I just- today has been really bad. Not as bad as like- other days, just like- the worst this month.” You shrug, trying not to just be some complaining idiot.

“No, no. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise. If I were you, I wouldn’t even be going to class after that.” He shrugs in return, and turns back to the road, which you do too as he steps on the gas and continues.

“I just uh, I guess I’m clumsy.” You look down a little.

“I just assumed you got caught up in the rush hour crowds. You wouldn’t be the first person to be pushed around by assholes in the swarms of humans.” You chuckle a little. Swarms of humans is definitely the best way to describe it. “Lolly told me about your work, your boss sounds like a dick.” You laugh this time, throwing your head back onto the headrest behind you and you look at him, a little smile on his lips.

“Oh no, she’s the most loveable person ever-” He starts to laugh at your horribly acquainted sarcasm. “She’s the best part of my day.” You roll your eyes, looking back out the window.

“Well I heard that someone has some very mixed emotions about her. One being hatred, the other being pure infuriating anger.” You start to laugh, it honestly hurts a bit to laugh. You were so sore. It made you want to cry… again.

“Does Lolly just tell you everything about me?”

“Well I asked. You two hang out a lot, so I figured she’d be best to ask.” He shrugs, again. And he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment, finding the only empty space. Your space. “And she told me, and I quote.” He picks up his phone, opening a texting screen. “She needs a break. She has been working under this yellow bag of walrus shit for the last two years without a single break for her own health and I am worried about her. Maybe you could convince her to take a break. I would probably kiss you if you could.” He sets the phone back down. “But we're going to disregard that last part because she’s my student, and I’m positive she was drunk.” You grit your teeth. It was definitely Lolly. Because you do unfortunately remember calling your boss a yellow bag of walrus shit.

“Yep. But I unfortunately cannot take a break.”

“Well, I’m not exactly a doctor, but I’d say your ankle is pretty messed up.”

“Well-”

“And I looked into it- You will get paid in your time off. She cannot fire you if you’re injured with a doctor or nurse note.”

“Well-”

“And I occasionally take over for the school nurse, so guess who wrote you a doctor note for your fucked up ankle?” You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say. “So. Grab your bag and head up to your room, and promise me you’ll relax and take care of yourself for a day?” Why was he even doing this? He didn’t pay attention to you before. You were always just another student and now he’s basically forging a document to give you a break? It just didn’t seem real.

“Okay…” You whisper, grabbing your back and opening the door as you step out back into the cold, and head straight to your room, which was in clear view from the spot he was in, so he sits in his truck, waiting for you to get inside before pulling away as he stays parked. But just as you set your hand on the doorknob…

“There you are!” Your neighbour. Of course, your fucking neighbour has to add to your most wonderful day. “Your dog won’t stop barking! She’s been yip yap and yip yap all day! I’m going to call animal control!” You don’t even own a fucking dog.

“Ma’am I-”

“You forgot your phone.” His voice makes you want to writhe out of your fucking skin. You turn around to see you professor holding your phone out, which you take slowly as he turns towards the lady. “Is everything alright ma’am?” You want to laugh. You and your exhaustion work together their absolute fucking hardest as you try so hard not to laugh at her words.

“Oh of course darlin, everything is fine. Just talkin to my lovely neighbour.” From the mean, stern, gritty yelling voice that you’ve grown used to, to a suddenly sweet old lady that sounds as if she takes care of butterflies and builds them new homes. You cover your mouth, genuinely struggling not to laugh, and you see the corner of her eye twitch.

“I thought I heard some yelling.” Barnes gently wraps his arm around your shoulder, and you take a deep breath, some confusion now etched into your features.

“Just some harmless bickering, nothing too much.” She looks away from Barnes, and looks down at you. “Have a nice day darling.” You can almost feel how hard her fucking teeth are clenched, and you give her a little smile. Apparently, she wasn’t willing to embarrass herself in front of handsome young men- er- your professor.

“Your neighbour is a dick too. Maybe you should get your dog something to distract it.”

“I don’t own a dog.” You both stare at each other for a moment, and you see him biting his cheek before he takes a deep breath.

“Go get some rest. I’ll see you next week in class.” He chuckles a little and stands there, watching as you half-awkwardly open your door, closing it behind you before you heard him descending the stairs, and you hear his truck roar back to life. A little relieved that you finally had someone on your side.

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Hiiii!! It's me again! Guess who has a bf now 🤭✨ Need to mention I am the class leader and he is the vice president of the school so we both pretty much can suggest ideas and he can make the changes happen.

Sooo I did avoid him (my heart is too nervous and running tracks that I can't think clearly, sorry emma 🤧), playing hide and seek, cause tell me why did this boy come to school today when he had no reason to as it's lab exam season and our class is divided into three groups for the exams. He is not in mine nor he has an exam today. Avoided him like crazy till the school ended. Everyone was pretty much confused why I was avoiding him as we are like that duo that you see with each other everyday. That was embarrassing to go through but anyways. Late at night, one of his friends call me and he was like "OH! SO YOU CAN ANSWER THEIR PHONE BUT NOT MINE? SO YOUR PHONE DOES NOT WORK FOR ME??" yea, he is a little sassy and sarcastic. Bro made me call his number so he can talk to me from his phone. We talked things out. Apparently he was rejected a year ago. Moved on but didn't tell anyone cause she told him not to tell anyone. He had been crushing on me for few months now. I didn't believe him at first and he literally send screenshots of him gushing over me with his friends. I was surprised he send me all that cause I DID NOT EXPECT THAT FROM HIM, he didn't even hesitate and wouldn't stop rambling about me. Yea I was too flustered to even say something. Said that he only has Spotify blend with me, even when his crush asked him to blend Spotify he turned it down cause he and I has more similar taste than they do. We have 99% btw. He also wears my friendship bracelets everyday cause I made it for him. He still has all my little notes that I pass to him in class and those stickers and mini toys that I gave him when I get from snacks. His storage was full so he deleted nearly everything and stored the essential ones in a sim but he never deleted our photos together and already has section for us. There was a school event and for this, teachers has told us boys and girls can't dance together but he made it possible for our class as he is part of the student council all because me and my girls were this choreography would be call if we done it together, extended our school trip to three days cause I mentioned how the school trip would be hectic with tight packed schedule to the place we are going which I have often went to. More more things he has revealed but this is getting long. This all might seem like highschool drama cliché, it's all REALLLL and I remember that I have been listening to highschool love story and crush subliminals.

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My conclusion is that manifesting works y'all, MANIFESTING WORKS, KEEP PERSISTING AND VIBE WITH IT and I'm fucking nervous, excited, happy and giddy after the call now, it's 2am now and now we are texting again 🤗✨ and lastly, thank you Emma 🤩🤩🤩 As it was you who enabled me to make the first move 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 GIVING YOU BIGGEST WARMEST HUGS AND KISSESSS (づ> v <)づ♡♡♡♡♡♡

im actually crying for you !!>!!>!?!?!?!? i have a horrible moral compass.....but my heart does swell for romance.

let me like sit with for a moment as i stop maniacally clapping. replying like i’m on a sugar high rn

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD. OH MY GOD. oh my god oh my god oh my god. ANIMAL NOISeS. you are the high school movie protagonist. this is actually insane. this is enemies to lovers without the enemies. this is student council romance. this is literally a wattpad fic but in a good way. ACTUALLY THE BEST WAY. a cult classic wattpad fic that people screenshot and tweet about in 2027 with “real love used to exist” as the caption.

he STORED YOUR PHOTOS. HE KEPT YOUR FOCKING ??!L@KQ#FHUWHGVIUHWFJBIFWJEB NOTES. HE TURNED DOWN A SPOTIFY BLEND WITH HIS CRUSH BECAUSE HE WAS ALREADY BLENDED WITH YOU??????? HELLO?????? THIS IS SO. INSANE. BOLLOCKS. PSYCHOSIS INDUCING STUFF HAPPENING TO YOU, MY FRIEND. IF A GUY DID THIS TO ME I WOULD ACTUALLY COLLAPSE LIKE A VICTORIAN CHILD. WORSE. by the end they'd be dragging me into a padded room.

and the school trip thing??? and the dance thing??? my girlie my sweet girl my little class president baby angel of a sugarplum fairy, you were out here thinking you were manifesting him but he was out here paving roads for you. FAWK OFF OKWRGNURHGIUHRFJWHJ you weren’t just wishing for him, he was making actual policy changes for you. ROMANCE ISN’T DEAD. IT’S ALIVE AND IT’S IN YOUR CLASSROOM. i'm robbing you. i'm mentally robbing you.

i am screaming. i am twirling. i am clutching my chest like a maiden in distress. YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. YOU ARE WINNING. i love you. go be disgustingly in love now. i'm so happy for you. i will be shifting to your wedding....as a priest xx !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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She had been tossing and turning for a good while before the first attempt to lift her heavy eyelids, which was a complete failure. After what felt like eons of drifting in and out of sleep, she woke with a gasp. Dazed, her eyes slowly moved towards the left side of the tent, where the sun rising behind the trees was weaving intricate patterns of branches and leaves on the fabric.

She felt so far away, yet slowly became aware of where she was. An emotion like nothing she'd felt before rose up through her abdomen and stopped in her throat then. She couldn't put a name to it, but instinctively knew that it had something to do with the pained expression that popped into her mind.

Aloy was not herself, and hasn't been herself for the past few days. It felt like reality suddenly shifted from a solid to a liquid state. She, who was usually so grounded, believed everything was drifting further apart and was harder to grasp with each passing moment since she met Seyka.

How was it even possible to go thorugh so many extreme emotions in the span of just a few days? At first, there was the bewilderment that stirred her worldview when she met the confident warrior who took the lead as soon as she deemed Aloy worthy enough in battle.

Then, the curiosity that made her ask way more personal questions than she was ever bothered to ask someone she just met. Aloy felt pretty embarrassed for showing so much interest, like she was interrogating the girl. She so desperately wanted to know more but then there was the constant fear of saying something wrong that would bring the end of their interaction. A simple misstep and their budding companionship could be over.

That's why she was beating herself up about what happened last night.

She knew that there was no stable ground for them to stand on. She knew that, yet still went and spilled what she'd been keeping from Seyka since they first met.

She didn't know which was was the stupider move, keeping the promise of impending doom hidden for so long or blurting it out at the worst possible time, when they had both been so tense from the difficult fight they just went through.

Seyka's disturbed yet dejected face when she found out that the world was ending, was exactly the type of expression Aloy wanted to avoid seeing on the faces of every person she had met thoughout her journey. But what really caused the guilt coarsing throught her veins was the hint of betrayal in Seyka's eyes.

Escaping these constraining thoughts, her eyes focused back on the slowly vibrating patterns on the tent. Her ears could now make out the familiar hum of nature mixed with the faint sound of heavy metal moving, all parts of the world she was so desperately trying to save.

Despite her general lack of sentimentality, she was very fond of the world that emerged from both insufferable greed and pure love. She wanted to give everyone a fighting chance, or rather, a chance for reconcilliation, both the people and the machines.

But Varl showed her she couldn't do it without her friends now. And this made her feel like she couldn't do it without Seyka either. The confusing part was that what she felt towards Seyka was nothing like what she felt towards her friends.

What this what she feared it was? And did Elizabeth ever feel it? She remembered Tate's words. Then she thought of Tilda. The answer was difficult to ascertain.

What she knew for certain was the strong need to make up with the endearing marine. Even if Seyka hated her now, hopefully she didn't, Aloy had to at least help the girl find her lost sister. She didn't want to be written out of Seyka's story yet. Or ever, maybe.

She suddenly felt the urge to hear her sister's voice, a recent source of comfort.

"Aloy?" she heard through her focus. "It's pretty early. What's wrong?" Of course she knew something was wrong. Beta was very good at reading her lately.

"Hey, Beta. Uh, did I wake you up?"

"No, I was actually doing some research. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." suddenly Aloy's eyes filled with tears and her vision became foggy. After a long pause to recollect herself, she managed to let out something she never thought she would, to a sister she never knew she had, not until recently.

"I think I just picked the worst possible time to fall in love for the first time."

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Kickback

Summary; “Was at a kickback playing spades. Didn't even know her, Jamaican with pretty eyes. She came over and asked if I would teach her how to play. I was like yeah she sat on my lap and next thing i know i was in a two year relationship. She still doesn't know how to play.”

Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners

Warnings: mentions of alcohol but nobody's drinking, reader isn't necessarily Jamaican but imagine them however you want. Jack is down bad, as he should be. This is kinda self indulgent and I can't write endings, my apologies.

A/N: I was watching the ShxtsnGigs Podcast for inspo and the second I heard this tweet I had to write it.

Wrote this for @webinurcloset btw

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Druski had sent a text to Urban about a last minute party, only 15 people or so. Jack decided that hanging out with some friends wouldn't be too bad, especially after the release of his newest album. He put on a simple white tank top, jeans, his glasses, his ‘Private Garden’ ring and some white new balance sneakers.

He waited in the car for Urban to finish getting ready, looking through his phone in the driver's seat making sure he had the address. He then checked out Druskis' story to see if he knew anyone else there, he noticed the house. The perfect place for a chill party, he thought. He stopped at a clip of you laughing your ass off when someone's soda exploded. Clicking on the right side of his screen for what felt like the thousandth time in a row just to hear your laugh over and over again, ‘typa’ shit people write songs about’, he thought.

The passenger door suddenly opened and shut “Aight, lets go.” Jack quickly hit the power button on the side of his phone, shoving it in his pocket “Word”.

The drive was quick, only making one stop for gas and some candy.

Once they arrived Urban made a beeline for the living room in the form of a conversation pit. He watched as Urban carefully made his way down the ramp, dapping Druski up before sitting down. Jack took a second to admire the house and headed to the kitchen. He searched the fridge, pleasantly surprised at the lack of alcohol he grabbed a ‘Sprite’ and walked towards the two seater couch in the corner, surrounded by windows. Not much light came through due to the night sky but the stars were beautiful regardless. Once again he found himself on his phone, scrolling aimlessly before he was interrupted.

“Hey man” he looked up, finding the source of the voice to be Urban “We ‘finna play cards, want in?” “Sure” he stood. “What are we playing?” “Spades”.

As he made his way down the ramp he noticed you, isolated in the corner laughing in Druskis' general direction. He made his way in front of you, “Can I?” he pointed towards the seat next to you. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile, and pulled your blanket onto your lap. He maneuvered around the tables and sat down, placing his can in front of him. He turned to you and held out his hand, “I'm Jack, you?” you chuckled, “I know who you are, it's nice to meet you”. You shook his hand. “How are you liking the party so far?” “It's cool, this house is awesome. I thought you couldn't get conversation pits any more.” you smiled “you can't, I had to get it built after I bought the house”

Jack took a second to process your words “this is your place?” “yes” Jack turned his body towards you “damn, you got good taste” your smile still had not faltered “thank you”.

Your little bubble popped when an empty ‘Coke Can’ hit Jack's shoulder. “Hey, you still gon’ play?” Jack turned to face the table and leaned forward “Yea, deal me in” he turned back to you “you playin’? “I don't know how” he smiled slyly, “I'll teach you” you leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder “ok”.

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Two Years Later

You were sitting outside, cuddled with your favorite blanket talking to Druski, Urban and his girl, Sunny and Cozane when Jackman walked out of the back door. “I found the pickle chips!”

Everyone around the fire pit broke out in ‘horrays’ while you smiled. Jack made a beeline towards you, handing off the large green bag before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. He looked down at you with so much love, “You havin’ fun baby?”. You smiled up at him and responded “Yes” before leaning up to kiss him. After a solid 15 seconds there was a chorus of gags and other expressions of disgust that made you both giggle before separating and facing the other people around the fire. “Oh shut up y'all are cute” Urbans girl said, she was always sweet to you even though you'd only known each other for a few months when she started dating Urban.

“Aight’ enough of this, who wants to play spades?” Druski said, pulling a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. “How are we gonna play spades around a fire?” Sunny said quizzically. “I don't know, yall are ruining the vibe, y/n play with me right quick” “I cant play spades” you said, everyone looked at you, Jack looked down at you and said “I thought i taught you the night we met?” Your smile brightened tenfold, “you tried to but I honestly wasn't paying attention.” You’ll tell him the reason another day, deciding that a spontaneous ego boost might not be what this moment needs. Jack smiled and laughed along with everyone else in the yard.

In that moment Jack thought about how glad he was to have sat next to you that night and to be sitting next to you now, he also reminded himself to actually teach you how to play cards.

I wrote something I'm kinda proud of, what!!??!?!? In other news, would yall be ok if I wrote for marvel and obx? I'm hyperfixating rn and i need an excuse to get m ideas out, i might have you guys vote on what I should write next 😏

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hi pookie! unrelated to fanfic but i think you were in a gap year earlier and now ur bio says ur a med student. did u get into med school? if so, congrats!!!

actually i'm also in a gap yr and i was wondering how you made sure to be productive every day? like im literally rotting in bed every day lmao bc my day has no structure. sorry if this is too personal and if it is feel free to ignore!!

hiii my love yes i did!! i graduated last year in june n then started med school a few weeks ago :)

oh that's awesomee first of all congratulations on graduating!! that's a wonderful accomplishment. i'm assuming it's only been a couple months since you've graduated? there's no harm at all in taking a break

but yea i think the straightforward answer haha: probably working a job will give you the most structure. i worked full time at a clinic that was a little further away from my house so it ended up eating up a lot of my weekdays (leave house at 7am come home at 6pm type thing) but it was great for the structure and purpose. if you're not feeling like you can work a full time job, then you can work part time too. i left my full time job and started working at a research lab part time and it was a really nice balance of structure to rest before starting school

i'm not sure what your circumstances are, or if working is in your capacities at the moment, but yea like whether you're currently job hunting (i know how bad the job market can be ahhh) or if you're studying for the mcat or whatever you're doing in your gap year, i think the best way to have structure without work is cultivate a good morning routine and cultivate your hobbies. i found most days i would wake up at 6am i'd have much more productive days than days where i'd sleep in to 9/10am and then i'd just feel awful and rot in bed the rest of the day haha. so if you can just get that first couple of hours of the day right, i think you'll be in a good position. but yea cultivating hobbies is also important bc we all crave/need purpose in life, and i think a hobby is great way to have that if you're not getting it from career sources.

yeah and like idk if this is more random advice but i think my biggest piece of advice i'd give someone in their gap year is to just kinda take the time to get to know yourself? get to know what gives you energy and excitement or what interests you. i think you can find this out by testing hobbies, reading books, going out and experiencing stuffs. as premeds, i think undergrad can really suck the soul out of you and make you lose touch w yourself w all the pressures and time spent working towards your application, so having that time during your gap year to just kinda chill n recenter yourself is super precious n valuable.

don't worry too much if you're having days where you're resting, but i think the important distinction to make is: are you resting because it's a voluntary action that you want to do, or are you resting because you're putting off other things? asking yourself that question really helps put power back into your hands to improve your day to day, especially when you're struggling to find structure or purpose

hope this helps bb :0 much lovee to ya <3

[winterchestnut]

I'll write mine on the premise that I'm the favorite love interest and how I perceive the LaDS boys would interact with me.

ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕝

"Your Majesty looks a little pouty today," Rafayel says as he smiles at his phone screen; a reprieve from his life as a famous artist who shirks away from the crowd. He enjoys tete a tete because my voice soothes him. Pokes me repeatedly to get me agitated. Will actually listen when he sets me up to give him reminders.

Feels kindred somehow. "So you also had to grow up fast..." At first, he thought I was the "wannabe kuudere" of the love interests, and rolled his eyes every time my voicelines brushed him off. But as I had chosen him after learning more about him, he chose me after learning more about me. "That kind of responsibility isn't fair, is it..."

"You're an artist too? Coulda fooled me with your office boss vibes."

Spends money on the game to get my model the best outfits and R3 our memories together. Pays for memories on solo banners.

Hates how I love cats. "Get away from that monstrosity. You have how many?!"

𝕊𝕪𝕝𝕦𝕤

Fashionista. Paid for ALL the outfits. Will play in Glint Studio with me for hours, knowing that my voiceovers would be critiquing each of his choices. "Why the bright yellow? I despise this color. You know I like the grunge outfit." Smirks at his phone when my model gives him a grimace.

Only completed orbits for the outfits and accessories. Has decorated my room from top to bottom, left to right. "Only the best for you."

"You're the only one I have eyes for, Sweetie." Has time for one love interest, and subsequently, only plays the main story for my route.

Enjoys hearing my, "やれやれだぜ (yare yare da ze/Good grief), in combat when my game model protects him.

ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕓

Hamster... He treats me like a hamster (because short adults exist), likes to poke me on the homescreen. He hardly eats himself, but scrunches his nose when he asks me what to eat because I express food is just sustenance to survive. "I don't particularly like to eat, but steak is always a good option." Subsequently, uses the game as a motivation to take care of himself. "If I eat, then you'd better eat too," often uses quality time for lunch dates.

Combat Ready: Finishes Orbits or combat stages quickly because my game model expresses pain and HP loss in a stubborn way.

"Ungh. This isn't anything new."

"C'mon! Is that it?!"

"Hey now, lemme protect you."

NERDS: Always catches some anime or movie reference that my game model makes.

"Is that a JoJo('s Bizarre Adventure) ref?" :D

"Haha! Yea, we'llfind the One Piece together"

ONLY DRESSES ME IN CUTE OUTFITS.

"The panda onesie fits your face. ✨️💖"

𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣

Absent player. He has the game on his phone but rarely plays, likes the cute events though. Only collects memories for the dates/audios. Likes hearing my voice because it helps him fall asleep. Boy gets so confused when I use profanity/curses in combat. "Well, fuck!" (Pronounced like hook/'hu̇k with an F)

"Oh, 😯 you're usually so calm."

Otherwise, he's not too serious about playing the game.

ℤ𝕒𝕪𝕟𝕖

The Saver, only has time for one love interest. Levels up all of my memory cards so his Orbits with me are fully completed. Focuses on the main story routes featuring me. Maybe will log in to grind for my solo banners.

Somehow always ties in Kitty Cards. "How did you do that? I was in the lead."

Doctors my game model but overworks himself at the hospital, "Caffeine and energy drinks should not be a major staple of your diet. If you were real, I'd advise you to get more than 3 hours of sleep."

Can afford to whale, but chooses not to.

I sincerely want to read other people's take on this because not everyone is a carbon copy/cookie cutter version of another. OC's welcome too, of course. So feel free to take the screenshot for yourself. Tag me if you do do it so I can see. Source

[ninakuli]

Hi Nina! I hope you’re doin’ well! Whenever you get time, can you write about Rusty Nail (preferably joyride 2) and Bo Sinclair meeting their future s/o who is just like them? Not like a copy and paste but they have similar likes/dislikes/personalities/etc. Maybe Rusty meets a reader is who also a trucker? Maybe Bo meets a reader who is also into cars or likes guns? Preferably reader be afab or gender neutral (whichever works best for you!). You can also put it in whatever format you think would be best or is easiest for you. Headcanons, short fic, etc I don’t mind either way. I know this is a lot but I think you can make it work and if not that’s perfectly fine and okay! Hope you have a great day love! 🥰🖤

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Bo Sinclair x reader

Rusty nail x reader

I finally have request!!! Happy to tears😭 your request make my day more better🥺💜 and thank you hope you have a wonderful day too!

I plan to write a short fic but seem like I write to a real fic lmao, anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Special tag: @sh1n0o @12gaugefalls

Bo Sinclair:

The opportunity you can meet him first time is your car broken, of course you can fix it yourself but you don't have tool and replacement parts, so you give up and try to find a place have single or have people can ask for help.

You heard the truck sounds near, you look toward the sounds source, a truck parked beside you "Do ya need help?" A man show a kind big smile ask "Can you drive me to the nearby gas station or something like that?" "Sure, Bo run a gas station in Ambrose." "Bo? Ambrose?" "Yea, just at nearby, I can drive you over." "Okay, I really thanks a lot!" You hop on the truck and sit at the passenger seat.

"Name Y/N, thanks for the ride." "Lester and no problem." "Is this your truck right?" "Yea." "I like it a lot it's Chevrolet C Series right?" "Yea, it is!" Then whole roads you keep talking about cars with Lester.

You arrived the gas station, when you get in you found a man are dealing with a truck now "Oh! Is this Jeep Cherokee XJ 1998?" The man stop and looked up to you "Sorry, I just very love car, I need to find a guy name Bo, is that you?" "Yea, I'm Bo, wha' can I help ya?" "Oh I need a fan belt, 16 inch." "Well, 16 inch at my house..." "Oh it's okay so we go to take it?" "Wait me finish diz." "sure, you need help?" "Help? Huh I can do it myself." When he dealing with the car you both keep chatting, when you talk about like you two find out you all like cars and guns these kind of stuff, then what Bo think? He might be attract a little, and look you beautiful so he specifically add more points at you, and keep a interesting person at Ambrose not too bad right? Also it's not the first time he keep a girl beside him, he must can control all things like usual.

You at his house front door, he decided keep you at Ambrose a few days to see it's good or not "Oops 16 inch fan belt run ou' you wanna keep her' a few day?" "If you don't mind." "Of cours' I won't mind keep a interestin' beauty beside." So when you stay at here mean you have more chance to more chat and more understand each other, and you feel bad about keep staying here but don't do anything so you help do the house work sometime you will go to the gas station help Bo to fix car and Bo think you very interesting and you have so many points like him so he keep find some excuse to keep you, of course you not silly so you know these all just excuse but you can't say you didn't be attract by Bo right? Plus Lester, Vincent and Jonesy like you too, you're very helpful and kind, so gradually you and him didn't talk about the fan belt thing...

Rusty nail:

Today your plan can finished your work then tomorrow you can go home and have a real rest, you feel very boring so you use the CB like usual, want to find a guy to talk let the road not that boring "Have anybody here?" Then you heard a deep voice "Hey." "This is Y/N how to call you?" "Rusty nail." "Want to chat?" "Sure." Then you try to find a topic talk with him, you both talk many things.

"I really hate some people pranks too over then call it just a 'joke' what a asshole." "Same." "Like one time a guy say if I prepare thing to designated place then he will consider date with me, then he freaking take advantage of my affection even make fun of me, I feel so shame." "It's oka'...one time hav' a guy name Candy Cane... play trick with me..." "Seem like we all be tricked." "Yea." Both of you just keep chatting to the night, you need to rest at the motel "Hey Rusty I gonna rest at the motel so maybe see you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Okay bye." Then you parked into the motel and ask a room to rest.

Next day come you wake up early because you want to go home as fast as you can, when you open the CB you heard a familiar sounds "Y/N?...Y/N?...Is Y/N here?...Who knows where Y/N?" "Morning Rusty nail! I just prepared to go on road." You heard he chuckles "Morning." "Today I plan to go home, I'm not sure next time we can meet again or not." "Well... Then cherish now." "You're right." Another joy ride pass, another bid farewell come.

In Rusty side, he never talk with someone so long on the CB and he still want to chat with you, he find out he want to more understand you and want to spend more time with you, chatting with you make him not that boring and feel very comfortable, so he ask other people about your information, of course include your next ride date.

You check the things all prepare ready, you ride on the road then open the CB "Seem like today it's a good day, everybody good?" "Yea... Good." When you heard the voice you unconsciously smile "Oh Hi Rusty nail, good to meet you again!" "Me too Y/N." Then you start chatting again, you both keep this about few months, you both all more understand each other, then you can't deny the truth that you obsessed with Rusty and Rusty can't deny he have feeling to you too. You decide take out your brave to ask him have a lunch with you then he accept, when you go to the restaurant that you both decided he haven't come, when you start worry about you be trick again he's voice appears "Y/N?" You turn to the sounds source, a huge male in front of you "Rusty nail?" "Yea it's me." "You come! I thought I be trick again... Shall we go in?" "Sure, pretty lady first." He open the door then let you walk in first, when you walk in you thank him, then you have a lovely lunch times, you both more hang out to have meal then more closer, finally you confess your affection to him then you both together, such a perfect couple, both are trucker can work together and use CB chatting, and so many points so similar... But you never will know he's killing secret, and you didn't know he already have a 'joy ride' with the guy who tricked and make fun to you...