#cainbutnotabel

[pandamorphic]

I tried posting this yesterday and it decided not to lol

Next bunch of revenges! I have SO MANY to catch up on my LORD. I constantly have 12-15 !! Every time i finish one someone else attacks ARF

For:

Chaaken, CainbutnotAbel

Ryzheushka, Scrunch_Shrimp93

ThroughThe_Delta

[bunist]

Artfight batch 3

RUSHED REVENGES

Electro-Nick by Avamations

Soap by CainbutnotAbel

I.T by Ashturbo

cowbot by Cannedfarts

Craven by hellainepines

Billy by Devlinbubbleguy

Hangar by ShoreBirds

Mack by m4duy

My artfight user is Doublebunnister

[unearthlore]

Revenge on CainbutnotAbel

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

A Strange Christmas

NOTE: This is a gift for @cainbutnotabel as a part of @startrekkingaroundasgard Marvel Gift Exchange!

Dr. Stephen Strange x Male/Masc reader featuring the prompt "There's only one bed here."

I hope you enjoy this! If you want me to add on to it as well I totally can, I just felt like it was so long already that I didn't want it to be boring. T_T I chose Stephen Strange because imo there's never enough Dr. Strange fanfiction out there. <3 "Stephen. I really don't think we can finish this hike right now." I was panting and hugging myself with frozen fingers at the same time. We were trying to reach a secret location at the top of this mountain, but he seemed to forget not everybody can wield magic to keep them from becoming a popsicle.

He stopped abruptly and turned around to really take in the sight of me. There he was with soft snowflakes landing on his dark hair for just a few seconds before they melted and there I was; shivering, sweating, and completely flushed from the wind on my cheeks.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Fine, we'll stop at the safehouse we talked about. It's only going to be worse up here tomorrow though.

My face lit up as much as it could with stiffened cheeks before I scurried past him, now motivated to get to the warmth of the cabin. I knew Stephen needed to find the artifact up here as quick as possible. I also knew that he would have much rather had Natasha or Clint toughing this out, but I was the only non-super, non-magical person available at the compound. Apparently only run-of-the mill humans could touch this thing and even though I could kick some ass when I needed to, I pretty much fit that bill.

The safe house was close by, even if it wasn't immediately visible with all the snow. Part of me felt bad about stopping, but the other part, the part that knew nobody else was actually after this thing right now; that part was just excited to spend the night with Stephen. At that thought I felt heat come to my cheeks for a different reason.

After a bit longer of stumbling around and squinting, trying to remember the landmarks we were told about, I finally saw it. I rushed to the door and tried to open it, my face falling when it didn't.

I could feel Stephen come up behind me as his tall frame shielded me from the wind. He place one hand on me shoulder and the other he waved around, uttering some words before the door to unlock it.

I practically ran through the door as the tension from his touch came rushing out of me. I had admired him from a reasonable distance for a while, but his aura was intimidating. Of course he was a beautiful man. I knew he was insanely smart. His dedication and mastery of magic was really something that left me in awe and left me all the more interested in him.

I was shocked he even initiated that much close contact with me. He was always distant with most people, but it seemed a lot less so with me.

I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head as I started to shed some of my layers. I knew my reaction probably threw him off a bit.

When I turned to face him he cocked an eyebrow at me. He was gracefully uncuffing his sleeves, hanging up his faithful cloak, his eyes drifting between me and the space in front of me.

"There's only one bed in here."

I blinked a few times, turning back around. I looked about the cabin and walked over to the 2 other doors in the place. All I found was a dusty closet and surprisingly decent washroom for a cabin in the middle of the mountains.

"Oh." My hand faltered as I went to close the bathroom door. "I, uh," looking around the cabin it was a pretty small space, but there was a sofa I laid my eyes on," I have no problem sleeping on that thing. I'm pretty beat anyways. As soon as I get warm I'll probably pass out."

Stephen chuckled a little bit and shook his head, "Nonsense. You need the rest more than I do, Cain. The bed is plenty big; since it's you that's here I don't mind sharing."

That statement really took me off guard and made me curious as to what he really thought of me. I took a seat on the bed, kicking my shoes off. He had continued to remove his shoes as well from where he stood near the door and coat rack, just carrying on as if he hadn't just said that.

I cleared my throat before choking out the word thanks. How do I even let my guard down enough to sleep in the same bed as him? And while trying my best to play it cool?

I decided to go take a shower to calm down and heat up. I was once again impressed the water actually got warm enough to make the room all steamy, of course I had no idea how long I had been in there.

I left the room, still gently rubbing some water out of my hair before I noticed Stephen all cozied up. It made me laugh a little bit to myself; I know he is just a guy at the end of the day, but nobody ever sees him in the mode. It made me feel special that he let his guard down enough for this.

He was tucked under the blankets fairly neatly, hands folded behind his head where I could see the entirety of his biceps and forearm. I climbed into the blankets, a little dizzy from being able to check him out so up close.

I could see tiny little dots of scars up his arms from his original accident. I could see the muscle tone and veins along his arm from where he continued to work so hard to keep his body in good condition.

I had to blink a few times to clear my thoughts when I finally realized he was try to talk to me.

He laughed when I looked up at him, a knowing smile on his face, "Did you want me to wear more to bed? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I -"

I shook my head and cut him off yelling the word no a bit too loudly. Is he actually flirting with me? Suddenly it almost felt too warm in the blankets, but there was no way I was going to be getting out of them.

He propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at me before he spoke up, pointing towards the ceiling above us, " Well, I was going to go ahead and get the lights, but I think we should probably deal with that first."

I follow his finger upwards and my mouth fell open. There was a sprig of mistletoe hanging on the ceiling. And when I say hanging, I really mean that it seemed like it had just magically sprouted from the ceiling and felt like the walls were closing in on me.

"Stephen, did you...?" At my hesitant tone I could see that he was was a little worried he had come on too strong. I couldn't stand to see his face fall and I was very interested in what he was suggesting.

I reached out instinctively, putting my hand on his shoulder, "No, I - I want to follow through. I mean I want to do what the mistletoe tells us to do. I mean I'm - "

Before I even had time to stutter my into looking any dumber he leaned into me before hovering his lips above my forehead. "Is this where you want the kiss?"

I felt like my heart was going to stop at any minute. I couldn't believe how close he was. I took a leap of faith and reached my around around his side to nestle my body closer into his.

"Lower?" I adjusted myself to where I could peer into his heavy eyes and see his parted lips. I leaned in with just enough separation to speak. "Maybe on my lips?"

The air between us was thick and when he leaned in to kiss me it felt electric. Our legs tangled together beneath the blankets as we both got excited for more than just a peck under the mistletoe.

[agender-wolfie]

Does anyone know what happened to Kioplama and Cainbutnotabel? Their accounts were deactivated and their fics are gone 😞

[12timetraveler]

Do you?

Summary:

Valentines day has struck the Van der Linde gang. Reader hasn't worked up the courage to tell the man they love how the feel, so Valentine's day is a little lonely.

For @rdrevents Valentine's giveaway, I got to write for @cainbutnotabel

Also have this horribly cheesey little photo edit

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentines day!

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Despite the crisp February weather, the gang were all in high spirits. 

It was Valentine's day, and the young romantics of the gang were celebrating, even if they didn't have a special someone to celebrate with. They were all gathered around the fire, listening to Javier play. Karen sat in Sean's lap. Mary Beth, 

Tilly and Jenny danced with anyone who would dance with them. 

Jack was a particular favorite to dance with, the girls making sure the toddler was included in the fun. Until he went to bed, that is. For once, his parents weren't fighting. John had picked Abigail a small bouquet of wildflowers (and weeds, but it was the thought that counted) and the two were sassing each other in that flirtatious way they did in moments of peace. 

Dutch and Molly sat in their tent, whispering and giggling to each other. They were probably the most sickly sweet couple of camp. Watching them flirt felt like spying through the keyhole in a hotel door. 

Across camp the older and more cynical members sat, drinking beers and reminiscing about Valentine's days passed. Susan, Uncle, Pearson, Swanson, Strauss and Hosea. They told stories of lovers from bygone years, laughed at the romantics of the gang and the ones trying to be romantics for the sake of a quick romp (like Micah or the Callander boys). They placed bets on which pairs would eventually wander out to the treelines or ride into town. 

Arthur had started the night with them, but to no-ones surprise he eventually wandered over to the other fire, letting the others pull him into the celebration. He tried to hide it, tried to keep that dark stoic exterior up. But you could tell he was enjoying himself. Though he danced with the girls, you could see him eyeing up Charles at every opportunity. 

Where did you fall? Well, though you could be a bit of a romantic, you didn't have it in you to join the others around the main fire. You'd hovered for a bit before Hosea and Susan beckoned you over to join them around the table. You'd been given a seat, given a beer, and easily included in their conversation.

You were not old  nor particularly cynical. It was just hard to celebrate a day about love when you yourself were feeling a particular sting of loneliness. You had quite the crush on a certain gang member. But you wouldn't dare tell him. You were certain there was no way he'd feel the same. 

All week as the day approached you'd considered spilling your secret to Hosea. You knew he'd never be cruel, even if he rejected you. But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not knowing if he felt the same about you seemed easier. At least you had a little hope mixed in, not knowing how he felt. 

So you spent the evening with the elders. 

"You been awfully quiet," Uncle's voice grabbed your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Tell me, have you ever been in love?" 

"In love... No. Not really. I've been sweet on people before but never in love. I've never gotten that far," You said, twirling the base of your bottle around on the table.

"Yeah yeah we all know you're sweet on Hosea," Uncle chuckled. You and Hosea both balked a little at that; you out of fear, Hosea out of disbelief.

"I highly doubt that," Hosea scoffed before you could say anything. "Why'd they waste their time pining after an old fool like me?" he chuckled, flashing you a crooked smile. 

"You know, for a wise old man, you really are blind," Uncle laughed. 

"He's right, Hosea," Susan piped up. "I've seen the way they look at you," 

"I have to agree," Strauss added plainly. "I've seen that look too," 

"Yeah. They look at you like Swanson looks at a bottle," Pearson teased. 

"I rrrrrresent that," Swanson slurred. "But they do ssssseem t'look at you quite a lot," 

Oh God you wanted to die. You could feel your face heating up, could hear the amused giggling from the rest of the table, except for Hosea who seemed locked on you. 

"Don't worry," Susan laughed, slapping your back. "He's been looking at you just as much," 

"That's true," Pearson chuckled. "I doubt he's read a single word of his morning newspaper since you joined the gang. He always gets distracted by you," 

Hosea's gaped, looking very much like that trout he brought into camp the other night. For a moment he looked like he was going to protest, to claim it wasn't true. But then he met your gaze, and his expression relaxed some as his hazel eyes met yours. 

"...Do you?" You asked hesitantly, afraid this was all some cruel joke. Hosea gave you a gentle smile, leaving you warm and tingly feeling. 

"Yes," he said, and all the air escaped from your lungs in one huff. "Yes, though these fools make me sound like some perverted old man stalking you. Which I am not. At least I hope I'm not," he gave you a crooked smile. "But I've... I've been sweet on you for a while now," 

You grinned widely at him. He looked so silly just now, a distinguished older man confessing his feelings like a young man would. It was something he shouldn't have to do at his age, but here he was all the same.

"And you?" He asked quietly. "Are they right about your feelings too?" 

You sucked in a breath before nodding. "Yes. I'm..." You laughed. "Most days I feel like an absolute fool for you," your face was still hot with embarrassment, mostly that this was the way he found out, and the fact that you had an audience. 

"I feel the same," Hosea chuckled. "I wanted to say something. Nearly did at least a hundred times. But I never thought... I never even dreamed that... That you could," you'd never seen the silver-tongued man so tongue tied before. It was adorable. And knowing it was all because of you made it that much sweeter. 

"Neither could I," you admitted. You exchanged lopsided grins. 

"Would you, em..." Hosea cleared his throat. Oh my god, was the older gentleman blushing? "Would you care to take a walk with me?" He asked. "I think we are long overdue for a talk," 

The others wolf whistled as you stood and walked beside Hosea pit of camp, away from prying ears. You knew what they thought this "talk" would be. But it was just that. The two of you weren't going to just jump in. You both wanted to know where exactly the other stood. 

You did not spend Valentine's day in Hosea's bed. Nor up against a tree or on the forest floor or any of the other ways some of the others spent their nights. But in the weeks and months to come, oh you spent plenty of time making up for it. 

[furious-rogue-stuff]

So i saw your post-

And it might be a long shot, but all the guys code names/nicknames

Have to do with fishing/fisherman/water- aside from Benny's bc yknow

Ironhead- civil war era war ship- and also a brand of fishing bobbers weirdly enough

Pope- the pope wears the ring of the fisherman (the whole. Fishers of men story in the bible)

Redfly- a super common lure used in fly fishing- typically red in color

Catfish- this is kind of a given

Now as for how they got them that's out of my arsenal

- @cainbutnotabel

Oh, this is fascinating! I would've never known any of this. I am loving so many of the hot takes I've been getting, so thank you for this~

[12timetraveler]

Snowdrift

For the Secret Winter Exchange, hosted by @rdrevents I got to write for @cainbutnotabel who requested a little Hosea/reader. I'm so sorry it's so late, life really put a halt on everything for a moment. I hope you enjoy it.

Reader is gender neutral. SFW.

The whole story can be read below or on AO3

"Damn this weather," Hosea huffed, stomping extra hard through the snow for emphasis as he scrubbed his gloved hands together desperately for warmth.

"It's called winter, darlin'," you chuckled, watching your sweetheart grumble as he trudged alongside you. "If you didn't want to be cold, we should have taken my advice and followed the geese south for the winter,"

"Alright, alright smart aleck," Hosea huffed affectionately. "You know it wasn't just my decision. Dutch wanted to stay up here a bit longer and follow that lead,"

"And now we're stuck here until the thaw," you chuckled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "So you'll just have to tough it out,"

"Ah, what did I ever do to deserve such a cold-hearted sweetheart?" Hosea lamented dramatically. You just rolled your eyes.

You and Hosea had been sent out to gather some wood that could be dried out and eventually used for firewood. You always went through firewood faster than anything else in the winter time, when everyone was cold. Hosea carried the ax and you pulled the small sled behind you to make transporting logs easier.

"Where is this fallen tree everyone's been talking about?" Hosea huffed. "Feels like we're going all the way to Saint Denis,"

"If only," you chuckled. "it's just around the bend here," you assured him.

You and Hosea continued onward, trekking slowly through the snow, which was just high enough to spill over the tops of your boots, soaking your socks and rendering the winter boots useless. It was quite the miserable trek, you had to admit. Even following the deer trail didn't save you much.

As much as you teased him, you couldn't help but worry about your sweetheart. His lungs had been getting worse and worse, and the cold weather was not helping. You subtly listened to every breath from his lungs, aware of every little change in case he took a sharp turn for the worse. Fortunately, it was still only a slight wheeze, and a little crackle if he coughed. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

As you rounded the bend in the ridgeline, your treasure came into view.

A tall lodgepole pine that he'd likely fallen in early spring. Arthur found it the day before the first snow hit, and every day someone from camp came out to harvest more and more of the tree to bring back to camp.

The tree likely was the tallest in the area when it fell. You weren't sure what had caused it to go. Perhaps a mudslide or a strong wind. It had been ripped up, roots and all. It was almost sad to see it go, chopped into pieces and lugged back to camp. But without it you all may freeze.

"Alright," Hosea sighed, stopping alongside one end of the tree. He set down the ax for a moment to rub feeling back into his hands before picking it up once more. "Let's get to work. Sooner we have that sled loaded up, the sooner we can get back to camp.

Hosea began the work of chopping manageable sized logs off of the tree, while you lifted those logs onto the sled. You'd offered to do the chopping, knowing Hosea's shoulders would ache something fierce. But he'd declined, saying his knees and back would hurt worse if he were moving the logs. That probably was a bit of a lie. You could see a familiar determination in his eyes. He wanted to prove he wasn't just some weak old man. Probably more to himself than anyone else. So you agreed.

You also gathered any smaller twigs and branches that you could off the log, strapping them to a sling across your back to carry back for kindling.

It took about an hour to fill the sled with logs. Hosea wasn't complaining about the cold any longer. After the hard work of lopping pieces off the tree, he was sweating even. You could see his shoulders were really starting to hurt too.

"That should be enough," you said. "Any more and I won't be able to pull the sled back to camp,"

Hosea nodded and set the ax down before sitting on the fallen tree. He rolled his shoulders with a groan.

"I'm getting too old for that," he huffed. You stood next to him and rubbed his neck.

"My strong, handsome man," you purred.

"Don't patronize me," he grumbled good naturedly.

"I wasn't," you hummed, dipping your head down to kiss the side of his face. "Come on. Let's get back to camp. Stew should be ready soon and it's hot if nothing else,"

Hosea sighed and nodded, pulling himself up with a grunt. You grabbed the ax and tossed it onto the sled with the wood. With one hand you grabbed the rope on the sled so you could pull it back to camp. The other hand you held out for a moment before Hosea's hand slid in, fingers interlocking with yours. It was a little tricky to hold hands with your thick gloves, but the two of you always managed.

It was slow going back to camp. The sled glided through the snow easily, so there wasn't much friction fighting you, but that didn't mean the sled wasn't heavy, and pulling it was sometimes a challenge. Hosea offered to help pull it, but it was your turn to be a stubborn bastard, and you wouldn't let him help.

With a full sled you couldn't snake across the foothills along the deer trail. It was just too heavy. So you had to take a slightly longer way home. Fresh snow crunched under your boots and the sled hissed as it carved it's way through the snow.

Suddenly your foot slipped out from underneath you, having found a patch of ice under the snow. You scrambled to stay up, but ultimately fell on your back in the snow, foot getting tangled with the ski of your sled.

Hosea flailed for a minute, trying to keep his balance, before he fell to his side in the snow with a grunt.

"You okay?" You asked. Hosea grumbled and huffed for a moment before responding as he sat up.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Just hurt my pride,"

"Good," you said, laugh wavering. Your ankle hurt something fierce, and any attempt to move it sent sharp pain up your leg.

"Are you okay?" Hosea asked, noticing your change in mood.

You hesitated, wanting desperately to keep it from him. But the pain was really picking up.

"No," you groaned. Hosea was on his knees beside you in a moment. "My ankle," you gasped, gesturing to your right leg. Hosea carefully helped untangle your leg from the sled, lifting your ankle up.

"Can you wiggle your foot?" He asked. Through gritted teeth you did as he asked. You felt him gently pressing his fingers along your leg as best as he could around your boot.

"I don't think you broke it," he finally said. "Likely just twisted it something fierce."

Hosea helped you up, ducking under your arm so you could lean your weight on him. "Come on. Let's get back to camp,"

"The wood..." You mumbled, looking back at the sled of wood.

"I'll send John out to get it once we get back. He could stand to do something around camp,"

Slowly you and Hosea limped back to camp, wary of any other hidden ice patches.

Once you did make it back to camp, Hosea barked for John to go get the sled.

"What happened?" Susan asked, coming along your other side to help Hosea get you to your shared tent.

"Slipped on some ice under the snow," you huffed. "Twisted my ankle,"

When you reached your tent, Susan helped you sit on your bedroll while Hosea shucked off his wet coat.

"I'll get some bandages," Susan said.

"And something warm to drink, please?" You asked, trying to stop your teeth from chattering. Susan nodded and ducked out of your tent.

You and Hosea took a moment to shed your wet clothes and change into fresh, dry ones. Hosea had to help you remove your boot. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but you grit your teeth and let him do what he had to.

Susan returned a few minutes later with bandages and the percolator of coffee. She made quick work of wrapping up your foot in bandages before putting a couple large socks over it to keep warm. She then propped it up on a stack of folded blankets to keep it elevated.

Once Susan was done, you flopped back on your bedroll, thoroughly exhausted from your adventure. Hosea lay down next to you with a groan, and you immediately snuggled in closer.

"I hate the snow," Hosea grumbled, pulling you closer, mindful of your foot, so you were cuddling together.

"Agreed," you mumbled. "Let's just hibernate in our tent until spring,"

"Good plan," Hosea chuckled, kissing the top of your head. "Bears have the right idea. Just sleep through the whole thing,"

The two of you fell into an easy silence, and Hosea pulled a quilt over you both so you could snuggle in for a little nap. It was only noon, but you could both certainly use it.

"I love you," you mumbled sleepily.

"I love you too, darlin'," Hosea sighed.

In moments the two of you were fast asleep, snuggled up in each other's arms.