#eh. this is what morning reblogs are for i guess?

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i should probably stop posting shit in the middle of the night if i want people to actually see it i guess 😂

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Hey, I do not think I have asked this before, but if I have please ignore it. I have seen on social media where the wife will ask the bf, or husband to leave the room, so they can get changed. I was wondering what would Ari, and, or Andy's response to this be?

Guessing Games

Summary: Ari doesn't like being kicked out of your bedroom. Also be sure to check out Guessing Games: A Fast Car Interlude.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Future Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Discussions of Body Image, Manhandling, Discussions of Lingerie, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Wisps of steam curl around you as you step out of the shower. Snagging a nearby towel, you take your time drying off before reaching for your favorite body butter, leisurely applying it all over your thirsty skin. Once you’re finished, you carefully don your robe and make your way into your bedroom. 

Of course you’re not the least bit surprised to find your bounty hunter laying on your bed, eyes closed, with one brawny arm tucked behind his head. To the average person it would appear that he was sleeping. But you knew better. 

Last night you’d promised to take a day trip with him to a classic car show that was happening a couple towns over. And, ever the early riser, your man was itching to get on the road. Which meant he was trying to keep a handle on his patience so that he didn’t accidentally piss you off while trying to hurry you along.

The last thing he needed was to be stuck in a car while you pouted for two hours. Having experienced it once before, it was definitely not his idea of a good time. 

“You were in there so long I was beginning to worry you might’a drowned.” Although his tone is deceptively light, there’s no missing the hint of impatience. 

“The hot water felt extra good this morning. Besides, it's not gonna take me long to get dressed.”

“Eh,” he sighs, adjusting his position so that he’s now sitting up in bed, his big body resting against your numerous decorative pillows. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you make a beeline for your closet. You’d already picked out your outfit the night before, which made things a hell of a lot easier. Grabbing one of your more colorful sundresses off the rack, you hold it up to yourself in the mirror.

“Well, that’s certainly a pretty little number.” Ari muses, sitting up a little straighter so that he can get a better look at your dress. “Christ, I already know if I bring you to the show wearing that, every fella in a ten mile is gonna forget all about those damned cars.”

His words make your cheeks heat. Even though you were pretty sure he was exaggerating just a tad, it still made you feel good. But just in case…

“Um…” Turning to face him, you once again hold the garment up to your chest. “Do you think I should maybe wear something else then?”

“Hell no.” He growls, tossing a pillow into the air and catching it with ease. “Let ‘em look. I don’t give a fuck about you showing off those gorgeous legs – as long as you remember you’re coming home with me.”

“Now how could I possibly go and forget a little detail like that, sugar?” You giggle, blowing him a tiny kiss which he then pretends to catch. As gruff and rough-and-tumble as your man could be at times, he also had no problem making you melt.

It was just part of his irresistible charm.

“You’d better not, baby. Otherwise I won’t be held responsible for what happens if I’m forced to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to my truck.” He gives you a hard look before reaching for his phone, letting you know he’s not kidding.

It might sound crazy, but the longer you two were together, the more you’d begun to realize that there was a small part of you that got off on riling him up. Not all the time, mind you…

But you’d also learned that sometimes pricking your bounty hunter’s temper was well worth whatever punishment would ultimately come your way.  

Clearing your throat, you attempt to refocus on the task at hand. You needed to get dressed rather quickly so that you could spend a little extra time in the bathroom putting on your face. Even though you planned to go for a more natural look today, you still wanted to give yourself enough time to be satisfied with the results. 

However, before you did all that, there was one more thing you had to take care of. And you were better off doing so without the benefit of an audience.  

“Alright, Beast.” You hum, gingerly draping your dress across the end of your bed. “How about you give me a little privacy so I can go ahead and get changed?” 

During your latest social media deep dive, you’d come across videos of women asking their significant others to leave the room while they changed their clothes. Many of the reactions had ranged anywhere from confusion to concern. Although there had been a few who seemed not to care one way or the other. 

And while you were pretty sure that Ari would fall into the first category, there was a part of you that wanted to see for yourself. So what better time to try it than on a day where you already planned on teasing him for the next few hours anyway?

“Huh?” He sets the device on his chest so that he can give you his full attention. 

“Ari.” You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. “I need you to step out so I can get dressed.”

“Oh. Right.” Your man grunts dismissively before swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. “Guess I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

‘Wow.’ You think, cocking your head in surprise as you watch him give a brief stretch. You honestly hadn’t expected it to be that easy. Sometimes this man really was something else.

“Wait a minute – hold on.” Ari rumbles, dragging a hand through his shaggy locks. “How come I gotta go?” The roughness of his tone alone is enough to make you want to clench your thighs together.  

“Because I wanna put on my clothes.” You reply innocently, as if it should be obvious.

“And why the hell would I need to step out for that?” The tell-tale tick of his jaw and flare of his nostrils lets you know that he’s not happy.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Maybe because I’m not really in the mood for an audience right now?”

“Baby. Swear to God.” He groans, briefly closing his eyes long enough to count to ten. “I have seen every inch of your body more times than I can count. And let me be the first to tell you, it has been the honor of a lifetime.” “I…um…okay.” You hadn’t really been expecting him to say that.

“Which is exactly why you don’t need to hide from me.” Your man continues, gifting you with a dazzling smile. “I love your curves, Bird. Love explorin’ every sweet, soft inch of ‘em every chance I get.” 

“Beast…” 

“I mean, how many men can really say that they’ve actually gone and found the woman of their dreams?” 

The sheer adoration in his eyes is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Unable to hold his gaze, you choose to look away as you work to swallow the lump in your throat. While you weren’t entirely sure what you’d done to deserve someone as wonderful as Ari, you had no plans on letting him go.

Come hell or high water.

“Seriously. No matter how you shake it, I’m a lucky man.” He gently lobs a pillow at you, making you squeal. “And I plan to keep saying it until the day I die.” 

“Jeeze.” You sniff, dashing away a quick tear with your thumb. “You, uh, really know how to boost a girl’s confidence.”

“I only care about my girl and her confidence.” Comes his gruff response. “That’s it. Everyone else can kindly fuck off.”

“Duly noted, handsome.” You tell him, suddenly feeling bashful. “But I, um…” Tamping down a giggle, you try to choose your words carefully. “I’m not kicking you out because I’m ashamed or anything. I’m kicking you out because I bought you a present…for later.” You toss the pillow back at him. It hits square in the chest before falling to the floor. “And I’m not ready for you to see it just yet.” 

“Oh, is that right?” A wolfish grin spreads across his features as understanding dawns. “Go on and lemme see. Give me a little somethin’ to look forward to.”

“I just said it’s a surprise.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“If I guess right, will you let me see?” Ari tries again, not bothering to hide his excitement as he launches himself off the bed. 

This man loved watching you walk around wearing nothing but lingerie, almost as much as he loved peeling it off of you.

“No, Ari.” You can’t hold back your laugh as you take a step back. 

“Is it red?” You’re forced to bat away his eager hands when they reach for the belt of your robe. “Maybe with a little ribbon and some silk?”

“None of your business!” You squeak.

“It’s my surprise. Meaning it’s meant for me.” Grabbing your hips, he pulls you flush against his hard chest. “Which definitely, most certainly, makes it my business.“ He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

God, he was such an incorrigible menace.

“Be a good boy and go downstairs so I can finish getting ready or we’ll be late getting to the show.” You tell him, squirming in his hold. 

“What about something tight, black, and lacey?” His voice dips an octave as his hands to the globes of your ass, giving them a proprietary squeeze. “I’m thinkin’ with a set of thigh highs and garters. You know - like the ones you wouldn’t let me buy at that shop back in Crendlewood.”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see — stop that, damn you!” You cry when Ari begins nibbling along the column of your throat in between teasing kisses, making you giggle. 

“C’mon now, darlin’.” He rasps, his thick fingers digging into your tender flesh. “We both know I’m not gonna last that long.”

“I believe in you.”  

Undeterred, your stubborn bounty hunter decides to change his approach. Abandoning your neck, his advances move lower, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps as he does.

“It’s your fault I already have such a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” He tells you as he nuzzles his nose against the thin fabric of your robe, his warm breath making your nipples pebble. “You can’t just tease me like that without giving me a taste.”

A sharp nip of teeth has you rising on your toes, unintentionally giving him better access to his intended target. Followed by your strangled moan when you feel him release his grip on your ass so that he can undo the ties of your robe - finally revealing your nude body to his heated gaze. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He snarls reverently, making your core spasm. “And all mine.”

“Yes, yours.” You agree, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Later.”

“Now.”

“Beast.” You breathe, doing your best to ignore the slick coating your thighs. “Later.”

Grumbling under his breath, Ari levels you with a glare as he takes a step back. You didn’t have to ask to know that he was currently weighing his options.

On one hand, he really did want to go to the car show – almost as much as he wanted to unwrap you his surprise. At the same time, he also hated whenever you made him wait for a taste of you. It always made him so damned impatient.  

“Fine.” He grunts, his face looking like he just swallowed something supremely unpleasant. “I’ll go. But you gotta give me a hint first.”

“I do?” You reply, sounding both amused and exasperated.

“‘Fraid so. You either give me that or no deal.” Ari crosses his arms over his broad chest, making it clear that he’s not moving until you give him what he wants. 

“Fine.” You parrot, before spinning on your heel to retreat to your closet. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.” 

Tossing a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure he’s not looking, you pull out the gift bag you’d hidden under a pile of blankets. Digging through the tissue paper, it actually takes you a few seconds to find what you’re looking for. Clutching the item in your hand, you return to stand in front of your bounty hunter before handing it over, pressing it into his palm.

It’s a pale pink garter. That came with a matching colored bustier and g-string. A fact that your man would no doubt appreciate later. 

“Well shit, Duchess.” Ari groans, staring down at the lacey scrap of fabric in his hand. “I think I might’ve just changed my mind about this whole darn trip–”

“Nope!” You swiftly interrupt, snatching back the garter. “A deal is a deal, cowboy. Now, out you go.” 

“But what if we–”

“I will meet you in the living room.” Ignoring his protests, you waste no time shooing him out of your bedroom before brazenly shutting the door in his now-pouting face. “Go watch TV or something until I’m ready.”

“This isn’t fair.” Your grumpy bounty grouses, banging his fist against the wall. 

“I promise to make it up to you later.” You tease, allowing your robe to fall to the floor as you begin putting on your jewelry. “I might even let you take a few pictures if you ask nicely.”

“Damn it, baby!” Ari hisses as he finally heads for the stairs, taking them two at a time while he debates the best way to go about dealing with his increasingly uncomfortable hard-on. 

It was going to be a long fucking day, especially now that he’d gotten a glimpse of what you planned to wear underneath that flimsy little sundress. Opening your freezer, he wonders if it’s too early to consider icing his balls. Perhaps he’d be better off waiting until after your road trip. 

“God, I am so fucked.” He mumbles as he fishes out a half-frozen bottle of water before twisting off the cap and taking a sip. “And all because my girl has the nerve to look so goddamn pretty in pink.”

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Family Matters

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor Odinson

Summary: your new husband's brother surprises you with a visit.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The doorbell rings again and you barrel so quickly down the stairs, you nearly topple off the bottom step. You catch your breath and grab the post at the bottom of the banister to steady yourself. It’s a splendid house but you told Loki it’s too big for just the two of you. He didn’t like that so you didn’t mention it again, even though it feels empty with how much he’s not around. 

You let those worries slake off of you and hurry to the door. It could be another surprise! Loki hates leaving you for so long so he tries to fill the void with gifts. Sometimes, they make you feel better, other times, you’re just sad. You’d rather have him there. 

It’s not a courier but a familiar face. Your brother-in-law. It’s official as of one month ago. You’re family. 

“Oh, hi,” you deflate, trying not to show your disappointment. You’re not upset it’s him, you just hate being the one to say, “Loki’s not in.” 

Thor smiles. He’s rarely unhappy. “Ah, that’s unfortunate. Where is off to, then?” 

“Work,” you grumble the repetitive explanation. “Important project or something.” 

“Important enough to leave you alone?” He wonders. 

“I... guess,” you try not to mope. Loki says it make you look childish. 

“Well, I am much in the same boat. Alone,” he laughs hollowly. 

“Oh, yes, I... how are you doing?” You ask. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you for coming to the wedding. Really, I know it must’ve been difficult.” 

“I couldn’t miss my brother’s special day,” he shakes his head. “It was a day for love. Wasn’t your fault mine decided to leave...” 

Your heart breaks for him. The day you were married, Frigga told you what happened. A hug fight right after your rehearsal dinner. Jane left before the morning. Despite all that, Thor didn’t show a hint of grief at the wedding. 

“It’s too bad. I liked Jane.” 

“Needless to say, I did too,” he smiles thinly. “Well, I hope I didn’t disturb you very much. I suppose I could come calling tomorrow and hope my brother isn’t too busy for the likes of me.” 

Your heart rents for him. Here you are, a new marriage, a husband to long for, and he lost his girlfriend of five years. You don’t have much else going on, it would be nice to have someone there. 

“Did you wanna hang around for a bit?” You ask. “Not much going on but... this place is eerie when you’re all alone.” 

“Hm, did Loki say when he would return? Wouldn’t mind waiting around a bit,” he suggests. 

“I hope soon but he didn’t say,” you shrug. “Yesterday he wasn’t home until midnight.” 

“Midnight? He would make you wait so long? A lovely young wife like you?” He scoffs. “Well, that is just terrible. I will not commit the same crime as my brother. I’d love to come in.” 

“Alright,” you smile. “I... we could put something on? I was going to watch the new season of the true crime show.” 

“Ha,” he enters as you step back to let you through. “That wouldn’t help being alone, would it?” 

“I guess not,” you giggle. “We could watch something else. A comedy. I’ve been rewatching Friends. For the hundredth time.” 

“Whatever you like,” he slips his shoes off and puts them on the mat. “The only words a woman like you needs to hear, eh?” 

You laugh again, “do you want snacks? I got some caramel corn and gummy bears.” 

“My brother let you bring those in his house?” He wonders. 

“It’s our house,” you face him with a pout as you stand in the broad archway to the front room. 

“Yes, you are correct. My apologies,” he follows. “You know, he only hates those sugary treats because he is weak to them. Be sure to hide them well or you might find some missing.” 

“No, he never wants any,” you continue into the front room. 

“So he wants you to believe,” Thor counters. 

“How about drinks? We got a bunch of wine from the wedding. Some scotch?” 

“I only really indulge in lager and I'm not of the mood for it,” he assures. “I could help with the snacks.” 

“No, no, sit,” you grab the remote and hold it out to him. “Find something to watch. I’m so indecisive I just flick through the menu for an hour.” 

“I will do my best,” he accepts it. His hand dwarfs you own as his fingers brush across yours. Loki’s hands are long, but not as thick. 

You push your shoulders up and spin around to flit off to the kitchen. You scurry away and slide into the kitchen. You go to the cupboard and take down the bag of caramel corn. You pour some in a bowl then grab the package of gummy bears and a box of cream cookies. 

As you come back to the living room, Thor leans forward to set the down the remote. You put the treats on the glass table and sit on the other end of the couch. You only realise then how awkward it is. You’ve never really been alone with him. 

“Thank you. So sweet of you to have me,” he says as he twines his fingers together. “I feel as if everyone has been avoiding me since Jane. I fear I might be a bit... melancholy.” 

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you glance at the TV as it plays an intro to a show you don’t know, “well, how can anyone blame you? You’re going through so much.” 

“I’m an adult, these things happen,” he says. 

“Sure, they do, but I mean, it still hurts. It’s not easy,” you insist. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.” 

“Ugh,” he puts his elbows on his legs and cradles his head. “I don’t mean to bring my dark cloud in here.” He rubs his temple. “Truly, I think I’ve been trying to outrun it but... what else can I think of with only an empty home to go to?” 

“Oh, Thor,” you sidle closer on the cushions. You gently touch his arm. His bicep is a lot bigger against your hand. “It’s okay. You can’t hold it in forever. It's good to feel these things. Once you get through that, you can move on and I’m sure you’ll find the right one.” 

He sniffles and you flinch. He quakes against your touch and your chest knots. You never imagined him crying. Especially not a man his size. You don’t know what else to do but comfort him. You rub his shoulder and he huddles over further and wipes his face. 

His long blond locks conceal his tears as he mops his sadness away with his knuckles. You hum and get even closer, your hand trailing up his back. 

“Thor, I'm sorry. It feels so cruel, I know. Especially the timing of it--” 

He startles you as he leans against you. You let out an ‘oop’ as he turns to embrace you, curling his shoulders and hunching to put his head on your shoulder. You have no choice but to let him. 

“Oh, it’s been awful,” he snivels. “I’ve been so lonely.” 

“Shhh, let it out, that’s okay,” you rub his back and stare at the wall. You certainly didn’t expect the night to go like this. 

He holds you tight as he cries against you, his body heaving. You know Loki isn’t the best for these sorts of things so you’re happy at least he trusts you enough to listen. That’s about as much as you can do. 

“You won’t believe how cruel she was,” Thor rasps. “She just yelled and yelled. She shoved me and—she just kept accusing me.” 

“Accusing you? Of what?” 

He’s quiet for a moment. He lifts his head to look at you, his arm across your back. “Of wanting another.” 

“Oh?” You blink in surprise. 

“I told her no, no, I did not, but she kept saying “I see it! I see it in your face!” And I swore to her, no, no,” He wipes his face with his other hand, “but now I’m afraid she might have been right.” 

“She... who?” You frown. 

His arm wraps around you, his fingers dipping into your side and in a moment, the couch shifts beneath you. You cannot resist as surprise paralyses you. Thor lifts you easily onto his lap, turning you and sliding you to sit on his thighs. 

“Woah, uh, whaat--” You press your hand to his chest. “Please, Thor, you’re emotional--” 

“She was right, kitten, you are so soft, so gentle, and I could not look away. She caught me--” 

“No, no, you can’t-- Loki--” 

“Loki leaves you alone. He would rather work than stay and adore his precious wife,” He cups your chin and forces you to look at him. “He would abandon you...” he leans in as his eyes fall to your lips, “and leave you unkissed.” 

You try to pull back but you’re trapped in his embrace. He squeezes you close and crushes his lips to yours. You squeal and struggle against him, finally turning your head so his mouth smears across your cheek. 

“Untouched,” his hand trails down your neck and you clasp onto two of his fingers, straining to keep him from going lower. “Unloved--” 

“Thor, stop, let me go--” 

He leans over so your back is on the cushion, his arm beneath you as your legs are folded up over his. He is on his side next to you. His large hand comes back to frame your face and he squeezes to keep you from squirming. You tug as his shirt and whine. 

“Thor, please, stop. We can forget--” 

“I can’t forget,” he growls and nuzzles your nose. You whimper and push against his chest again. He is stone, he is unmoving, and you know you cannot stop him. “I will never forget how you feel against me, kitten.” 

[veltana]

Stranded - 1

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,3 k

✦ Rating: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Grumpy mountain man!Bucky, don't ask me about US geography just go with it, eventual relationship/romance/smut.

✦ Summary: Bucky's solitude is disrupted when you show up at his cabin.

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The knock startles Bucky. He's about to eat dinner and not expecting any company. From the simple kitchen he can see through the window out to the porch, but the fading daylight makes it hard to make out more than a shape.

His first thought is to ignore whoever is out there, but if someone is lost they'll leave quicker if he helps.

Just in case he places his wood-cutting ax beside the door, out of sight from the visitor.

It's what he least expects out there. A woman. You smile brightly at him and introduce yourself. Before Bucky can ask you to leave you’re launching into a speech about your car. 

When you're done he can't do more than stare. He's not out in his cabin because he wants company, quite the opposite.

He thinks about sending you on your way, but then the wind blows freezing air into his face and he's not heartless after all.

Introducing himself with a grunt he invites you in. Grateful, you thank him and step inside.

All the serenity he previously felt is erased with your presence, even if you're doing nothing more than taking off your boots and jacket. To think about what he's going to do next he goes over to the stove and continues with his meal.

“So, eh… do you have a phone that works?” your gentle voice is like a bellow to him. Instantly he's annoyed. At you, at himself, at the world.

“I have a sat phone,” he explains without turning around, continuing to stir his pot. “But nothing is open right now, better wait till morning.”

As the words leave his mouth he understands the implications. You're going to have to stay the night. Fuck his life. Bucky wishes to turn back time and never open the door. How could he be this stupid?

“Oh, okay, so I can stay here?”

Fuck no, Bucky wants to respond. But he's made his bed and now he needs to lie in it.

“I guess. The couch’s a pull-out.”

He pulls the pot from the stove and finds two bowls before placing the steaming pot on the small table.

“You can have some if you want,” he gestures and looks at you properly for the first time since letting you inside. Now that you're out of your thick outerwear his mouth goes dry. Not only are you invading his space, but you're beautiful too.

“It smells delicious,” you smile and Bucky’s treacherous heart jumps. Fuck it all to hell. He quickly averts his eyes and sits down to eat. The sound of the chair opposite him being pulled out makes his pulse quicken. It's been a long time since he had company, and then it's been old friends or people from the community, never anyone this pretty.

Instead of making polite small talk, Bucky stares into his bowl as he eats. At first, you try to ask him questions about the cabin, if he built it himself, and such. He makes it his mission to answer as shortly as possible and you quickly understand he's not interested in talking. But it makes him proud when you tell him it feels cozy.

When the bowls are empty, you stand up.

“I'll wash up,” you say quickly and your tone makes it obvious that you're not taking no for an answer.

Before Bucky can warn you, you turn on the faucet. It's a little tricky and he's been meaning to fix it but never gotten around to doing it. The water sprays you right in the face and on your clothes.

With a yelp you turn it off and stand still for a second, then turn towards Bucky.

“Sorry,” he says and gets up to help you. “It's a little leaky.”

“A little,” you mutter before grabbing a towel and getting down to wipe up the water off the floor.

The sight of you, on your knees, dripping wet has Bucky's mind reeling in uncomfortable directions. With an irritated sigh he reaches down and janks the cloth out of your hand.

“The bathroom is down the hall, there are spare towels in the cupboards so you can dry off and change,” he says.

Slowly you get off the floor, looking crestfallen and apprehensive. Bucky knows it's because of him and he hates it, at the same time, he hates that he hates it. He doesn't know you. You don't mean anything to him. Everything you've done so far has only made him realize why he needs this time away from people.

“I didn't bring a change of clothes with me, everything is in my car,” you look down and wrap your arms around yourself, obviously uncomfortable.

It dawns on Bucky what he's going to have to do and he looks up towards the ceiling and says, “Un-fucking-beliveable.” Then he stomps off towards his bedroom to find you something to wear.

He rummages through the meager choices of clothing he has at the cabin, managing to find a t-shirt and a hoodie. It's just luck you don't need pants too. He deposits them on top of the toilet seat in the bathroom before going back to the kitchen.

While he's been gone you've cleaned up the water anyway and figured out the trick to not get drenched. When you hear him approach you dry off your hands.

“Clothes are in the bathroom, you can hang yours in front of the fire to dry,” he jerks his head, indicating for you to go and he doesn't turn to watch as you scurry away. 

He washes the rest of the dishes, puts them to dry, and then heads across the open room to the wood stove, throwing in a couple more logs before starting to make space for the pull-out.

“I can just sleep on the couch, you don't have to make the bed,” your soft voice startles him. Instead of answering he ignores you.

When it's done and he turns towards you he almost groans out loud. The hoodie is big on you and you look adorable. An image of the two of you curled up together in front of the crackling fireplace enters his mind.

Without another word, he retrieves a pillow, and a thick blanket and throws them on the bed together with the linen, then says “Good night,” and heads down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Thank you, good night,” your sweet voice calls after him and he bangs the door shut for good measure before leaning his back against it, and letting out a deep sigh.

He has half a mind to go back out and apologize but it will probably make everything worse so instead he pushes off and goes into the small on-suite bathroom to brush his teeth and think about his life choices.

He’s never had a visitor in his cabin that he didn’t invite himself, the few friends he has know not to come over uninvited. And over the years and a few relationships, he’s never taken anyone with him to the cabin. And now, you’re in it.

The sheets are cold and he usually leaves the door open to let in the warmth but that's not an option right now. He refuses to think about how warm and cozy it would be under the cover with you. How your soft skin would feel against his rough palms.

Irriterad he shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts before they stray even further.

Tomorrow he'll call the local mechanic to have your car fixed and you can be on your way. Why the thought of never seeing you again bothers him is confusing, since he does not know you at all, but it's for the best.

[sofiaispunk]

The Bakery Crush - PART (2/2)

Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

summary: Just two fools clearly in love, pining over each other because ... well, they are fools.

words: 4.6K

warnings: angst, JEALOUSY, Joel being a fool, smut, pining, age gap, bad puns, heartbreak, 18+

a/n: Thank you guys for all the love on Part 1. I literally just started writing fan fictions and I'm still kinda trying to figure out how everything works but so far it’s been really fun and I’m just so thankful for every like, reblog and comment. So I guess what I wanted to say is that I really really do appreciate every single one of you and I hope you enjoy part 2 xxx

In the days that followed, you threw yourself into work, determined to keep busy and distract yourself from the constant ache in your heart. You arrived at the bakery early in the morning, working tirelessly to create the most delicious pastries and breads. Your hands moved mechanically, kneading the dough with a sense of urgency.

The scent of freshly baked goods filled the air, but you couldn't fully appreciate it. Your mind was consumed by thoughts of what could have been, replaying memories of Joel and that woman over and over again. Each interaction, each touch, now felt like a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

The customers came and went, their joyful chatter filling the bakery. But to you, their voices were distant echoes, mere background noise to your inner turmoil. You put on a brave face, serving them with a smile and engaging in small talk, but inside, your heart was heavy. You made a conscious effort to avoid any encounters with Joel. You couldn't bear the thought of facing him.  

Whenever you heard his name mentioned in conversations or saw someone who resembled him from afar, you would discreetly turn the other way or find an excuse to leave the room. It was a self-protective mechanism, a way to shield yourself from the pain that his presence would inevitably bring.

Sometimes, you would catch a glimpse of him in town or hear whispers of his whereabouts, but you would quickly avert your gaze, pretending not to notice. 

It was a delicate dance, navigating the small town where everyone seemed to know everyone else's business. You had to be cautious, careful not to let your emotions overpower you and expose the vulnerability you felt deep within.

One day, as the bakery bustled with customers, you realized you were running short on chocolate for Dina's upcoming special cake, that you promised Ellie. Determined to make it just right, you decided to pay a visit to Maria's house, knowing that Maria always had a stash of baking ingredients tucked away.

-

You made your way to Maria's house, your thoughts still lingering on Joel. You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost missed the turn to Maria's street.

Your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk as you walked through the familiar streets of Jackson. The town seemed quieter than usual, the hushed atmosphere mirroring the hollowness you felt inside. Despite your efforts to bury your emotions deep within, a pang of longing still lingered within your heart.

Arriving at Maria’s house, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The sound reverberated through the quiet neighborhood, and soon enough, Maria swung the door open, a warm smile adorning her face.

"Hey, (y/n)! What brings you here?" Maria asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"I'm in desperate need of some chocolate," you replied being your cheery self, your tone betraying a hint of exhaustion.

Maria gestured for you to come inside. As you entered the cozy kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

"Here you go," Maria said, handing you a big bag of dark chocolate chips, "Anything else you need?"

“No, no. Just the chocolate. Thank you. I owe you. “ you smiled warmly at her “How's Tommy been? Is he still working with ...eh Joel?" You silently prayed to all the gods above that your curiosity about Joel wouldn't be seen as odd or inappropriate.

Maria nodded. "Yes, he is. They're doing some renovations on one of the buildings downtown. I think it's going to be a new coffee shop."

"Oh, that sounds exciting," you said with a smile. "Speaking of Joel, do you know if he's seeing anyone?" you tried to sound as casual as possible, but inwardly you couldn't help but cringe at your own curiosity. Way to make it super obvious that you are interested in Joel. You might as well have put up a neon sign that says 'Hey, I'm totally into him.'

Maria eyed you suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. Just curious, I guess." You just shrugged, relaxing your posture and  hoping that that would make you more believable.

Maria hesitated for a moment before answering. "I don't think so, but I'm not entirely sure. Why do you ask, (y/n)?" she persisted, raising her right eyebrow. So apparently there was no way fooling Maria and with a sight you gave up your charade and answered truthfully.

"I saw him talking to a woman last night at the community hall, and it seemed like they were hitting it off. I guess I'm just a little curious, that's all, really."

Maria nodded in understanding. "I see. I think you are talking about Kira. As far as I know she was assigned to patrol with Tommy and Joel the last couple of weeks. I think they are just friendly. Well, I don't know for sure, but I'll let you know if I hear anything."

"No, there’s really no need to, Maria, I was just being nosy that’s all " you said with a grateful smile. "But thanks again for the chocolate. I really appreciate it."

You were halfway out the door when Maria stopped you "Are you coming to the Tipsy Bison with us Friday night for a girls' night out?" she asked with a smile.

You hesitated for a moment, "I don't know, I have a lot of work to do."

Maria frowned slightly, "You work too hard. You should take a break and enjoy yourself once in a while."

Thinking back to your initial encounters, you recalled Maria's distant demeanor and the hard exterior she seemed to carry. It had taken time to break through those walls, but now, you had become good friends. It had been a slow and steady process of building trust and understanding. But now, as friends, Maria had proven to be fiercely loyal and incredibly supportive and you were forever grateful for her good advice and friendship.

You chuckled softly, "I know, I know. But it's hard to step away from the bakery. Maybe I'll come for just a little while."

Maya grinned, "That's the spirit! You deserve some fun after all the hard work you've been putting in."

As you made your way out of Maria's house, you couldn't help but think about what she said. Maybe she was right. Maybe you did need to take a break and enjoy yourself more and a distraction from Joel would be exactly what you needed.

-

“Out with it!” you looked up at Ellie irritated pausing for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Hello to you too, sunshine.” You answered to a clearly frustrated teenager. 

“Don’t ‘sunshine’ me. You’ve been avoiding me for days now.”

You knew you couldn't hide anything from Ellie.

"It's nothing," you said, trying to brush it off.

"It's clearly something," Ellie persisted. "You practically ran out of the movie the other night, and you've been acting strange ever since."

"I don't know, Ellie. I just feel a bit...off," you said, hoping that she would just drop the topic.

"Off? You've been acting so … distant. And I am worried about you. Please, tell me. Did something happen?" Ellie pressed, folding her arms, and slightly raising both of her eyebrows.

You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to admit the truth. But you knew Ellie wouldn't let it go. "I guess...I was just a little jealous," You sighed, setting down your spatula.

"Jealous? Of what?" Ellie asked, confusion clearly written on her face. “I-I … it took me off guard seeing Joel with a woman, I guess.” You started to explain yourself, hoping you didn’t sound as pathetic as you felt.

Ellie's face softened as the realization kicked in. "Oh (y/n), Joel's just being friendly. He's not seeing anyone, I promise. And especially not HER"

"It's okay, Ellie. I’m okay now. I just need to get over it. “you said, giving her a small, reassuring pat on the back.

Ellie vehemently shook her head. "No, you need to confront it. You need to talk to Joel and find out what's going on. Maybe there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for what you think you saw."

You smiled weakly, "Thanks, Ells Bells. But I’m fine, really."

Ellie rolled her eyes, not believing you for one second. "Come on, (y/n) I may be young but I’m not blind. I can see the way he looks at you. It's obvious. I've never seen him light up like that with anyone else. He's got it bad."

You sighed, trying to hide your flustered state. "I... I really don't know what you're talking about, Ellie. Your dad and I are … well, we were just friends, that's all."

Ellie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Friends, huh? Well, if you say so. But I've seen the way he looks at you, the way his face lights up whenever you're around. It's like he's under some love spell or something. You've got him wrapped around your little finger."

Your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, your heart thudding in her chest. You couldn't deny the truth in Ellie's words, but you also couldn't bring yourself to fully believe them. "Ellie, I... I don't know what to say"

With a playful wink, Ellie replied, "How about you start with admitting your feelings to him? Trust me, it'll save us all from this never-ending rom-com drama."

You considered her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was more to the situation than what you had assumed. "You're right, Ellie. I'll talk to him."

Ellie grinned triumphantly. "That's my girl. Now, can I have a taste of that peanut butter icing?"

Ellie sat on the counter, working on her homework while you continued working on the cake. 

-

"Ta-da!” You said with a grin as you showed Ellie the chocolate cake , while adding some small finishing touches. The rich chocolate cake was covered in a creamy, homemade peanut butter icing that was drizzled with melted chocolate and decorated with a few extra peanut chunks for crunch.

Ellie's eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight of the cake. "Woah! That looks fucking amazing! You really outdid yourself. I can't wait to see the look on Dina's face when she sees this, “she exclaimed, putting her homework aside.

You felt a warm flush of pride spread across your cheeks. "I'm glad you like it," 

Ellie laughed and threw her arms around you in a tight hug. "I don’t like it! I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really a-appreciate it," she said, her voice slightly quivering.

You hugged her back as tight as you possibly could. "Of course, Ellie. I'll do anything for you," you said, feeling a little vulnerable yourself.

Ellie pulled back from the embrace, her eyes shining with emotion. "I really appreciate you; you know that right? " She said, her voice soft.

Before you could reply, Ellie suddenly stepped back, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't usually get so emotional about things like this," she sniffled lightly, her cheeks turning pink.

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's nice to know that I can make you feel something," you teased, giving Ellie a playful nudge. "I love you too, Ellie. You're like family to me," you said with a soft smile, lovingly cupping her right cheek.

Her face lit up and the Brightest smile adorned her face. "And I'm in loaf with this chocolate cake!... get it …   loaf. As in bread loaf.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Right back with the puns are we Ellie," 

Ellie grinned. "Hey, I take my puns very seriously," she said, holding up a hand for a high-five. You obliged, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you.

"Now, off you go. You don’t want to be late and make sure to tell Dina I said happy birthday," you said to Ellie handing her the birthday cake.

-

As the busy day at the bakery came to a close, you began tidying up the countertops and sweeping the freshly baked crumbs off the floor. Your eyes darted around, ensuring that everything was in order before you called it a night. That's when you noticed something out of place—an abandoned biology book on one of the tables.

Picking it up, you realized it belonged to Ellie. Without a second thought, you decided to bring it to Ellie's house. And while you over there you might even get the chance to talk to Joel and sort things out with him.

With the book in hand, you made your way through the quiet streets of Jackson. The town was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, casting a gentle ambiance as you walked. The night air was cool and refreshing against your skin, carrying with it a faint scent of pine.

You walked up the driveway, and when you got to the front door, you knocked. After a few seconds, nobody answered. You tried knocking again, but still no response. Odd.

As you were about to turn away and head back home, you noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. Confused, you pushed it open and stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit, and you could hear the faint sound of the Radio coming from the other room. But as you walked in and you saw that nobody was there.

So made you made your way deeper into the house, when a sound caught your attention. It was coming from the kitchen - a muffled voice, followed by a giggle. You froze, your heart racing. You knew it wasn’t your place to eavesdrop and you should just drop the book and leave, but curiosity got the better of you. So you tiptoed up the closed door, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

As you were right infront of the door, you clearly heard the sound of a woman's laughter. You stopped in your tracks, your hand hovering over the doorknob. Should you knock? Should you announce yourself? What if it was Joel with another woman? Should you just turn around and leave?

Your mind raced with possibilities as you stood there, frozen in indecision. Finally, you mustered up the courage to knock on the door, hoping it was just Ellie or Joel on the other side.

"I -I found Ellie's biology book at the bakery and thought I'd bring it over and your door is open so I was worried and just let myself in. I'm sorry," you replied hastily with a shaky voice not waiting for Joel's reply.

Joel nodded, his expression softening. "Oh, no you good. I guess I just forgot to lock it. Thanks for bringing it over," he said, gesturing for you to come in.

As you hesitantly stepped inside, you couldn't help but glance around the room, taking in the details.  Joel's kitchen was cozy and well-organized. The countertops, made of dark granite, offered ample space for cooking and baking. Shelves filled with neatly arranged spices and cookbooks adorned the walls, showcasing Joel's love for culinary exploration. On the kitchen table, you spotted a lone beer bottle and a delicate glass of white wine stood side by side. Since when is Ellie drinking wine?

"Ellie's in the shower, she won't be long," Joel said, breaking the silence.

On the corner of your eye, you saw her, Kira, leaning against the kitchen counter,with a smug grin, like she owned this place. Your eyes were glued to her like magnets. Kira, with her long, flowing hair and that confident smile that could make any guy weak in the knees. It was no wonder she had captured Joel's attention. And you fooled yourself again, thinking otherwise.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you fought back tears. The weight of your emotions became unbearable, and you couldn't bear to stay in the room a moment longer.

"I... I should go," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

Joel's brow furrowed with confusion. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

But you couldn't find the words to explain. You felt overwhelmed, vulnerable, and your mind raced with a jumble of thoughts. Without waiting for his response, you hastily made your way towards the door.

"Hey, wait!" Joel called out, reaching out a hand towards you.

But you couldn't bring yourself to stop. You needed to escape, to find solace in the familiar walls of your own home. You hated yourself for ever entertaining the idea that there might be something between you and Joel. The realization hit you like a heavy blow to the chest.

You felt embarrassed, realizing how blind you had been. It was obvious, in retrospect. Joel's connection with Kira, the way they laughed and shared intimate moments at the cinema—it was all right there in front of you. And yet, you had deceived yourself again, desperately clinging to a glimmer of a possibility. 

 Why did you even listen to Ellie? 

Your pace quickened as you desperately tried to outrun the pain, to escape the suffocating grip of unrequited feelings. The thought of facing another day at work, another encounter with Joel, felt unbearable. You just wanted to disappear, to fade into the background. You weren’t sure how much longer you could bear that heartache anymore.

-

The next day Joel stormed into the bakery. He saw you behind the counter, your back turned to him as you busily arranged some bread loafs.

"What the hell is going on with you?" you heard his voice sharp and demanding behind you, nothing but anger and frustration radiating of from him.

You looked up, your eyes narrowing as you met his gaze. "Lower your voice, Joel. We're in a public place."

"I don't care!" Joel snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You've been avoiding me for weeks now, and I deserve an explanation. You don’t get to walk out on me, every single god damn time." He seethed through his teeth.

You sighed, your frustration matching his. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Joel. I do nothing of that sort.” You replied, your voice tinged with an attempt to remain composed.  "Nothing's going on. I haven't been avoiding you."

You turned your back to him and proceeded to go to the backroom of the bakery to check on your cinnamon roll dough, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation. 

Joel's frustration grew as he watched you walk away from him. He followed you, his tone growing more heated.

"That's it? You're just going to walk away from me again?”

You spun around, your eyes flashing with anger. "Excuse me? What the hell do you want from me,?” now it’s your turn to shout.

“I want the truth. I want you to tell me what in Jesus’ name has gotten into you lately. You've been storming out on me, time and time again. After the movies I thought, maybe you felt ill or something but then you did the exact same thing yesterday. Every time I try to talk, you disappear on me, like a damn ghost. You think that's fair?” His hands clenched into fists; his face contorted with anger.

“Fair? You want to talk about fairness?" your voice rose, laced with a blend of indignation and pain. You think leading me on, giving me hope, making me believe there was something more between us and then dropping me for someone else, like I was nothing to you, is fair?" 

“I never dropped – There’s nobody-.” Joels eyes widened in confusion. He hastily spoke, stammering to explain himself but you just lifted your hand, stopping him. 

Your voice shook with emotion as you continued to pour out your heart to Joel. "I never allowed myself to dream that I could find love or a family of my own. It seemed like an impossible fantasy, something out of reach. And then I met you and Ellie and for the first time in my life, I felt like I had found a home. It was like the universe aligned, and suddenly I felt like I had found my missing piece."

Your voice choked with tears as you continued. "I never dared to hope that we could be more than friends, but in my heart, I was so sure that we shared something special. But when I saw you with Kira, i- it broke my heart. It felt like all this time of love and longing were for nothing. Like I was a fool for thinking that we could be more. So please, don’t talk to me about fairness."

A sob escaped your lips, a mix of grief and frustration. "I felt like a fool, Joel. Foolish for thinking that I could have a place by your side, that I could be a part of your family. It hurt more than I can express, knowing that the love I felt was not reciprocated, that it was all in my head. So yes, I have been avoiding you. Yes, I have been fucking distant. Because my heart couldn’t take it anymore, Joel."

Before you could react, his lips crashed on yours in a searing, passionate kiss. Your lips instantly melded together in a fervent embrace, a collision of desire that transcended words. Joels hands cupped your cheeks, his touch firm yet gentle, as he drew you closer, deepening the connection. You felt the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.  The pressure of his palms against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. 

"You foolish, beautiful woman," he whispered, breaking the kiss. “How could you ever think I could love anyone else? How could you ever doubt that you've always been the one?"

His words reverberated through your core, his sincerity seeping into the very depths of your soul. You just stared at him, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Joel continued; his voice filled with unwavering certainty. 

"You've been the one who has lit up my world since the day we met. You’ve always been too sweet, too good for someone like me. I didn't and I still don’t believe I deserve the love and light that radiates from your soul, but it’s always been you, and it will always be you, darlin’."

Your heart swelled and the weight of your doubts and insecurities began to dissipate as you absorbed Joel’s words. You reached out, trembling, your hand gently cupping his cheek, your fingertips grazing the surface of his skin. You could feel the warmth radiating from his face, contrasting with the cool touch of your hand. You let your fingertips softly glide along his jawline, tracing the contours of his face with your tender touch. "Joel, I... I love you, too. I've always loved you." You said, your voice barely above a whisper. 

And with that his lips were on yours again.

Joels hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers threaded through his soft brown curls, tugging at the strands as you let out a soft moan.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered as he licked into your mouth. You felt his rough hands trail down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. His lips were insistent, exploring every inch of your mouth, and leaving you breathless.

In one swift, fluid motion, he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, your feet leaving the floor, and carried you towards the countertop, your lips never parting. In an impulsive surge of desire, he swept aside the clutter on the counter, sending baking utensils and ingredients cascading to the floor. The clatter of metal against the tiles echoed in the room but were drowned out by your moans. Joel kissed you, consumed you, with a fervor that could only be described as that of a starved man. Your mouths melded together, your tongues dancing in a passionate frenzy, as if you were trying to make up for all the lost time and unspoken desires.

You could feel the warmth of Joel's chest against yours, his heartbeat thundering like a wild rhythm that matched the pounding of your own heart. His hands roamed with an insatiable hunger, tracing the contours your breasts and down your stomach, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Jesus. Fuck. Look at you,” he murmured, jaw tensed as he filled you, his thrusts urgent and pointed. You clung to Joels broad shoulders as if your live depended on it, lost in a whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume you whole. Your bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, caught in a tidal wave of passion.” Taking me so good, sweetheart. Wanted this for so damn long.” He gritted his teeth, driving into you harder.

You could taste the saltiness of Joel's skin, feel the roughness of his stubble against your neck, heightening the sensory overload. Every touch, every taste, sent shockwaves of pleasure through your veins, building the tension in your stomach to unbearable heights. “Joel, ‘m close. Don’t stop.” You bit on your plush lower lip trying to prevent yourself from screaming. 

“Not dreaming of it, sugar. Let go for me. I got you baby.” 

And with that you clenched down on him, crying out his name as your release overwhelmed you. 

He followed soon after, with one final thrust and a loud grunt, he painted your walls white, making you shudder from overstimulation.

As your bodies parted, Joel's forehead gently dropped to rest against yours. You could feel the warmth of his skin, and a slight dampness from his sweat. You remained in that position for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before he leaned back and looked you deep into your eyes with a softness you didn’t know he possessed.

“I – I swear on my life, I'll never, ever hurt you again. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you get it. If you let me, I will always- "

The familiar chime of the bakery door, interrupted Joel and shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy that had enveloped you two.

Panic washed over you and you instantly sprang apart. Your heart raced as you hurriedly gathered your scattered clothing from the bakery floor. With trembling hands, you picked up your jeans, which laid tangled among the fallen utensils, hastily slipping it on, not wasting another moment.

“Hello, is anybody here?” Ellie breezed into the bakery, casually swiping a scone from the display, and plopping herself down on a chair.  

You rushed out of the back room and quickly straightened your clothes, ran your fingers through your hair, and tried to compose yourself. 

She took a big bite, then smirked at you, while you were still nervously fidgeting with your blouse.

"Oh, look at you. You look like you're getting ready for a date. Got your eye on someone?" Ellie teased, winking at you.

You blushed but tried to play it cool. "Nah, just trying to look presentable for the customers," you replied, shrugging.

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. And speaking of customers, I know my dad is hiding in the backroom.” she said with a devious grin, taking another bite of her scone.

Bonus chapter : Y/N on a girls night out at the Tipsy Bison, meeting Kira.

[itslouisan]

Special for mootie: my headcannons on @imaginary-grandpa Prime!!

(btw mootie take my opinion as a grain of sand in a dessert cause it's just silly things I thought when rereading the blog jvj- btw like this is one of my fav asks in Tumblr and just wanted to y'know..talk about it and give my mootie support cause they create amazing stuff)

-based on this ask I hc that Prime curious to what Morty enjoyed started watching Morty's cartoons and even present Morty some that he watched as a kid, maybe gifted comics too (clearly he was talking aboUT Ben 10 so I imagine the Ben 10 comics as some gifts) I also imagine the 2 watching some 2000's CN shows like courage the coward dog (Morty would be TERRIFIED and cling to Prime's arm while he is just vibing eating popcorn) or Codename: Kids Next Door and just make stuff together based on the shows, it became a habit for Prime to gift these to Morty (sometimes even summer IF he feels in the mood)

based on this one I think Summer and Prime have this complicated dynamic, clearly Summer cares for Morty and is protecting her lil brother WHO CLEARLY IS NAIVE (which hey as a easily kidnapable kid, relatable) I imagine in the first weeks or months Summer would be SO ON GUARD and just silently judge Prime and give him looks that she'll jump on him and bite him.

OK this will sound stupid but THIS made me think, hey based on "Tales from the citadel" (rewatched this weekend with my dad and it's A FAV of mine) we know there's variants to universes so there could be a Prime dimension A, B, C etc; what if, Prime just killed the other Primes to a level or just let them fuck off cause y'know, whatever he doesn't care, and in exchange, he goes to this reality that C-137 didn't found due to being an obscure timeline and WAY in the past, this way he'll have a safe reality just like his original in every sense but without wife guy knowing and thinking there's only one Prime dimension, now abandoned. OR I'm just overthinking and the whole ask is BEFORE canon Rick and Morty, literally years before C-137 reached Prime dimension and what we are seeing is an alternate reality he CHOSE to come early to get his leftover shit-- well i'm probably just overthinking but eh, it's fun to imagine shit

I'm focusing more on the image here but my note is: I like to imagine Prime comes over either in the morning when Beth is out and Jerry is well, being jerry, and since morty is really young prob he doesn't go to school yet and wouldn't need to go to a daycare due to jerry being there + Summer, but I think he could come late into the night when Jerry and Beth are asleep and just sound proof the garage, the kids stay up all night with Prime and sleep in the morning/noon. As for the image, I already commented this on a reblog but, Prime actually looks happy in those pictures, which makes me wonder if something happenned between him and diane in the first place on the past, BUT idk if i'm JUST overthinking (look i'm autistic with a hyperfocus, I look for detail onto the tiniest shit ever) but in the one with only him and diane his smile looks a bit unnerving, maybe forced? Anyway clearly Prime got angry when talking of being replaced, or when we bring up Diane, so I'm just guessing he didn't kill her JUST to kill her, something else had to happen.

*cough* I need to actually see this happening in the blog *cough* but it kinda makes me think if Prime even thinks he is toxic in any way cause well, clearly he feels something for these kids and family, remembers stuff with Diane and Beth and doesn't just fuck off, perhaps, just like C-137 he would consider this "irrational"? idk I just like to think Prime every single night after coming back to his place alone runs a hand in his hair and thinks wtf is wrong with him to want to come over again

idk, silly but he made the costumes, Summer helped, he is into crafts but would never admit

just to finish this, SUMMER BULLIES HIM AND JOKES HE IS LIKE A CAT JUST TO GET HIM MAD. IDC, SHE MADE IT ON PURPOSE AND GETS WHAT I'M SAYING.

[archiveikemen]

『 The Past Records 』 Collection Event: Chapter 4

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

As per Liam’s suggestion, they decided to “test” Jude and Ellis—

Liam: Our main concern is whether they will betray Crown and sell our confidential information, right?

Liam: Why don’t we leave some important classified documents unattended on purpose and observe how they’ll react?

Harrison: What did you leave unattended and where did you leave it?

Liam: I left a name list of targets I’ve dealt with in the hallway outside Jude’s room.

Harrison: Isn’t that too obvious?

Liam: There’s no point if no one notices it, you know?

In the middle of their conversation — Jude enters the dining room.

Liam: Oh, good morning, Jude!

Jude cast a brief glance at Liam’s charming smile before tossing a stack of documents in front of Liam.

Liam: Eh? … Whoa, I was looking everywhere for these. Thanks.

Jude: Isn’t this confidential information?

Liam: Yeah. I was so worried about getting an earful from Victor, I was about to cry and beg Harry for help.

Jude: Go search for it before begging.

Liam: Ahaha, you're right. Thanks for helping me find it.

Jude: … If leaked this information, it’ll be over for you and Crown, no?

Liam: …!

Jude: Someone who isn’t capable of protecting confidential information can’t be trusted.

Liam: Yeah… I understand. I’ll be careful.

Liam: … And there he goes.

Liam: What should I do, Harry… I think he hates me…

Harrison: Nah, this is his usual attitude. Don’t let it get to you.

Liam: But what he just said to me was only a warning not to “endanger Crown”, right?

Harrison: Kind of.

Liam: He picked up the document and warned me about breaking confidentiality. That earns him some trust points, right?

Harrison: I guess getting yourself hated was worthwhile after all.

Liam: Oh, so you do think he hates me—!

…

— That night.

Ellis: … Oh, Harrison.

Harrison: It’s you? Rare to see you here at this hour.

Ellis: I was thinking of having something to drink before I go to sleep. Are you working, Harrison?

Ellis: Would you like me to make you a sweet cocktail? I heard from Liam that you have a sweet tooth.

Without waiting for Harrison’s response, Ellis took various ingredients from the shelf and skillfully prepared a Grasshopper (mint flavoured cocktail) before offering it to him.

Harrison: Are you also working as a bartender or someth—... mm, this is good.

Ellis: I’m glad you like it.

Harrison: … Liam already did so much, it’d be unfair if I don’t contribute too.

Ellis: Did you say something?

Harrison: Nah, it’s nothing. … You’re pretty handy, huh.

Ellis: You think so?

Harrison: You’ve also been kind towards everyone since the first time we met.

Harrison: Because of that… I’m a little suspicious of you.

Ellis: …?

Harrison pulled out a gun from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Harrison: I’ve been tailing you and Jude for the past few days. If I say I want to play a game with you, are you in for it?

Ellis: A game?

Harrison: Yeah, the rules are simple.

Harrison: There isn't a single bullet in this gun.

Harrison: If you trust what I just said, put the gun to your head and pull the trigger six times. If you can do that, you win the game.

Ellis: Point it at my head and pull the trigger six times.

Harrison: You should be able to do that if you don’t have a guilty conscience towards us, right?

Ellis: … Yeah, got it.

Without hesitating, Ellis swiftly picked up the gun and pulled the trigger more than six times.

Harrison: Wha—

Ellis: Does this mean I win?

Harrison: … Uh, yeah.

Ellis: Did that resolve one of your concerns?

Harrison: —... Haha.

Harrison: You didn’t even hesitate one bit.

Ellis: Not at all, because you're a kind person.

Ellis: You wouldn’t use real bullets to test someone.

Ellis: … Am I wrong?

Harrison: … Does that mean I didn’t completely fool you?

Ellis: Hm… I guess so.

Harrison: Even if you pulled the trigger without hesitation, it still doesn't prove that you’re innocent.

Ellis: You’re right. So that means I didn't ease your concern?

Harrison: … Nah.

Harrison: I’m not messed up enough to remain suspicious of someone I trust this much.

Ellis: … That’s a relief. Care for another toast, then?

Harrison: Sure.

They clinked their green cocktails with a light sound.

…

— And so, a few days passed.

William: Is the investigation going well?

Harrison: It’s going smoothly, I guess. Most of them have already come to a conclusion.

Harrison: I’m also done with my proofreading work, so I’m thinking of starting on the final report.

William: I see. Perhaps this piece of information I have is unnecessary, then.

Harrison: What information?

William: Jude and Ellis declined when I asked if I could assign them their first mission tonight, saying that they have work to do tonight.

William: What are your views on their response?

Elbert: It’s at night when most of their clients should be asleep… what kind of work could they possibly have?

Alfons: Ahaha! Sounds suspicious.

Alfons: To be frank, I couldn't care less whether they’re good or evil. But this sounds like fun, let’s tail them to see what they’re up to.

Harrison: At this point, do we really have to…?

Liam: Actually, Harry…

Harrison: Hm?

Liam: When I was investigating them, I noticed something kind of odd.

Liam: The two of them went to the port in the middle of the night… Jude seemed to be investigating something surrounding a warehouse he was renting out.

Roger: Could he have been inspecting the goods?

Liam: But… there are rumours saying that some ex-inmates who’ve just been released from prison were seen frequenting that area.

Alfons: I think I’ve heard that rumour somewhere… but I can't recall where exactly.

Harrison: … Fine, fine.

Harrison: There will be no further investigation after this.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One Shot}***

Title: Butterfly Kisses & Lavander Fields {One-Shot} ***

Rege Jean Page x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, Fluff, NSFW, SMUUT, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.7k

Summary: You and Rege have been together for several months but have both been so busy you haven’t had time to bask in your coupledom. Now with a much-needed vacation only hours away will the two of you finally get to enjoy some R&R couple’s style?

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***Interactive***

 ~~~~~~

 "Good morning sunshine."

 Your eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and found a beautiful pair of deep russet brown eyes on you through your facetime call. He slowly smiled and your insides turned to mush like a freshly roasted marshmallow still hot to the touch.

 "Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful in the morning. How is it bloody fair?"

 You smiled widely feeling like the actual sun; warm, bright, and jubilant. This man always had you feeling this way. You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know if he even knew his effect.

 "You shouldn't be talking. I'm talking to an actual bloody statue of the perfect man. David who? Michelangelo who? Yo’ mama did that!"

 Regé smiled his dorky but completely heart stopping smile. He was really meant to be a movie star. He had the looks, the charisma, and the megawatt smile.

 "I woke up like this," he teased.

 You giggled as you rolled onto your back and stretched. You then held the device in the air over you giving him a different angel.

 "Wow. What a view!”

His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes looked over every inch of you that you were showing him. Biting his bottom lip, he shifted in his bed; you could see more of his exposed chest, and you were grateful for that. He had every right to be shirtless matter of fact he should be that way all the time. You remembered the first time you’d seen him without a shirt. It was an accident as you’d walked into his trailer without knocking and there he stood in jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips unbuttoned and shirtless in front of a full-length mirror. You’d stood there stunned silent and still and you couldn’t help but ravage all the skin on display. He was hot and from the half-cocked smile he’d given you over his shoulder he knew it too.

 “Eh-em. Wow, I’m sorry sunshine I zoned out.”

 “It’s okay, I guess I’m just that boring,” you teased.

 Regé playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you and I both know you are not boring, and I was just mesmerized by your beauty as I always am.”

 You raised your hand to your mouth then smiled widely, unable to hide your cheesy schoolgirl grin that would tell him just how head over heels you were for him. It had happened so fast, so effortlessly that you didn’t have a set time, day or moment when it happened.

 “What are you thinking when you look at me like that?”

 Your eyes widened as heat rushed across your face. There was no way you could tell him—not yet.

 “Uh—uh—well—nothing,” you blurted.

 Regé snorted, “Liar.”

 You giggled as you avoided his gaze.

 “It’s okay though. Keep your secrets, sunshine.”

 You rolled onto your side and propped your iPad on the pillow beside you.

 “I see suitcases. Are you all packed and ready to go?”

 “I am.”

 Your excitement bubbled inside you remembering that in a few short hours you’d be getting on a plane to meet Regé and then you’d be off for an extended vacation with him, your first together.

 “God you’re going to make me an impatient man smiling at me like that.”

 “Are you feeling impatient?”

 “Better believe I am. I haven’t touched you in a month. I hate that.”

 You did too. When you’d accepted his proposal to be his girlfriend ten months ago you knew who he was. Being a stylist and costume designer in the industry, you knew the life of an actor. You knew busy schedules, insane amounts of stamps in a passport, long days and even longer nights and lengthy trips away from loved ones. He wasn’t the only one who had those same demands placed on him.

 With your four clients you currently had your hands full with meeting their expectations for styling. Your schedule had been booked for the majority of your relationship and it was the same for Regé which meant you didn’t go through the whole physically obsessed with each other phase that most went through in new relationships. You’d been physically together maybe two and a half weeks in every month, but it didn’t have the effect most would think. It enhanced other parts of your relationship.

 You were able to see the many sides of him away from his body, or the effects his touch had. You were able to learn his preferences deeper than the surface. You were able to learn his quirks, his mind, his heart and every single nuance that made him the man he was. The absence you endured made the times you were together so much better. Every lite touch of his hand sent your heart into overdrive. Every press of his lips on yours, or your forehead, or neck easily made you wet. Hell, the sight of him did that too.

 “I hate it too,” you concurred.

 The absences made your relationship stronger and made your heart fonder, but you really were looking forward to this long stretch of time you’d get together with no work distractions. He’d promised you four weeks and you were planning on cashing in on every single second.

 Regé’s eyes went all doe like and seductive then he licked his bottom lip, “Don’t worry, seven hours then I can finally wrap my arms around you.”

 Your belly did flips as your nether regions moistened. Jesus, you thought. there was no way you’d make it through these four weeks un-fucked. It was going down the only question in your head was when.

 ~~~~~~~~

 -2-Weeks Later-

The warm Italian sun kissed your body blazing its heat all over. You moaned as a gentle breeze brush against you cooling the heat of your skin.

 “Ah,” you sighed.

 This was heaven. You were already used to the feeling of complete relaxation. It hadn’t taken long at all. The moment you’d stepped off that jet 2 weeks ago and looked into the impossibly blue sky that was over the equally impressive ocean you felt carefree. Now, you didn’t have to open your eyes to know the same azure skies looked down on you as you sunbathed on this yacht. You couldn’t help but sigh again. An actor’s life was the life for you.

 Suddenly, your skin cooled making you wonder if there was an unplanned overcast in the sky. You were tempted to lift off your eye mask and look but your body was way too releaxed to move. Something cold then grazed your shin drawing a path along the skin there up your leg, across your knee to the top of your inner thigh. You smiled softly knowing just who this was.

 “Is this your way of telling me I’m too hot for you to handle?”

 He didn’t answer, instead he continued the trail of the cold item until he was not going across your stomach, up the center of your body to your chin. He then traced your bottom lip, and you knew then it was ice.

 “Say ah.”

 You obeyed then tastes the sweetness of strawberry and the tang of lemon all in a cold frozen mix. Moaning, you sucked on the popsicle savoring the contrasting flavors. All the while you sucked, you moaned until suddenly Regé pulled it from your lips. In protest, you pursed your lips more then pulled off your eye mask. The man before you took your breath away. How the hell was one man so beautiful, you wondered to yourself. Regé’s eyes were dark, hooded and spellbinding.

“If I had known all I needed to do to have you look at me like this was to suck your popsicle I would have done it long time ago,” you teased.

 The corner of his mouth turned up before he smiled softly. “Is that right?”

 You smiled, licked your bottom lip and nodded. “If I promise to look at you like this from now on, will you do it again?”

 You snorted, losing the battle.

 “So fresh,” you said while playfully swatting his bare chest.

 “Hey, it was you who brought up sucking my popsicle not me,” Regé protested.

 “Right and you were the innocent bystander completely drawn in by this Jezebel.”

 Regé smiled again lowering himself over you, blocking out the heat of the sun completely but replacing it with the heat of his body.

 “Jezebel, oh no no no. I hold you in much higher regard than that. Jezebel just won’t do,” he teased.

 Your brow cocked while your lips quirked. “Oh really?”

 His eyes dipped to your lips as he nodded. “Absolutely. Sorceress, perhaps, enchantress maybe, or—goddess.”

 His lips were right above yours as he trailed the popsicle across them again, the whole time he kept his dark maple syrup eyes remained glued to yours. Suddenly his lips spread into a smile.

 “Yes, goddess. I like that. My goddess.”

 “Yours?”

 He nodded.

 “If I am yours then shouldn’t I be praised or—worshiped?”

 There was that smile again, you said to yourself as he focused on you as if you were his afternoon snack. His eyes slowly sank to your mouth as your tongue snaked out to lick at the melting sweet liquid.

 “You are absolutely right. You deserve praise, worship, tributes, and devotion. Here is my first.”

 Regé dipped down and pressed his lips to yours trapping the popsicle between you. Moaning, you matched his movements kissing him just as fiercely as he kissed you. Your moans melded together and as your kiss intensified the popsicle melted from your combined heat. Bringing your hands up, you dug your fingers into his hair and gave as good as you got. Regé moaned when your tongue snaked around his to suck. He then pressed his chest to yours leaving not even a centimeter.

 Within seconds, your hands were roaming down his toned back and you were enjoying every inch of skin you got your hands on. These last two weeks the two of you had quickly gotten into a groove and comfort with one another and often touched one another. There was no part of the day you spent together where you weren’t touching somewhere. Even while you slept, in the same bed now, you touched. The only time you weren’t was when either of you were showering or using the bathroom.

 Touching him had quickly become your new obsession.

 Regé groaned before he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours panting.

 “Mercy, Y/N. Mercy I beg of you.”

 You smiled and released him bringing your hands to rest over your head.

 “Mercy granted.”

 Regé took a deep breath trying to steady himself, then he pulled back slightly.

 “I came over for a reason and that reason wasn’t to seduce or be seduced.”

 You smiled. “No? Well good thing I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

 He didn’t look convinced one bit and that made you laugh. “Okay what did you come over for?”

 Regé sighed, “To ask you on a date this afternoon.”

 Your smile faded for a moment as you took him in. This was one of the many reasons you’d fallen in love with him. His ability to take your breath away with the simplest gesture was astounding.

 “A date?’

 “Yes. There is somewhere I want to take you.”

 You caressed Regé’s cheek then smiled.

 “So, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me in about two hours?”

 Your smile widened as your belly fluttered. “Yes,” you whispered, not being able to muster anything else.

 The way he lit up didn’t help the swarm of butterflies taking flight in your belly. He kissed you once, then twice.

 “Good. Meet you on docking level in two hours.”

 “Okay.”

 He kissed you twice more then he was gone leaving you with the popsicle. As you watched him walk away your eyes were glued to his ass. He had such a great one and you’d seen it twice already. The first when you’d both gone skinny dipping on a whim your first night on the ship, and the second when he’d loosened his towel just before he closed the bathroom door giving you a view of one perfectly toned and shaped ass cheek. You wanted to squeeze it so badly.

 Dropping back down onto your back you ferociously bit at the popsicle that was now practically slush. You were massively sexually aroused. You lived on the line of continuous arousal. It had gotten so bad you’d begun to wonder if you’d turned into a sex maniac without even ever having sex with him. None of your friends knew how you’d gone so long without one of you pouncing the other. It was honestly a perplexing miracle it still hadn’t gone down seeing how the last 2 weeks had gone.

 You lost yourself in your thoughts for the next several minutes going over the many ways you’d intentionally and unintentionally teased each other. The ways your bodies just craved to be against each other no matter what you were doing. There was this certain aura around him that made him irresistible and every woman you’d encountered clearly saw it too. A loud ship’s horn brought you back to reality. Your popsicle was juice, and you were all sticky in more ways than one.

 Once in your room—the room you’d been sharing with Regé for the last two weeks, you showered taking your time to use the delicious smelling body conditioner you’d picked up from a mom-and-pop natural beauty store. It smelled like a tropical vacation mixed with country flowers. You didn’t know how they’d been able to mix the two, but you were glad they did. As you allowed it to soak into your skin, you focused on applying your face scrub and then the soothing gel that was supposed to make you look like you’d just stepped from in front of a misting fan. As you went through your routine, your mind kept wandering to what exactly Regé has up his sleeve. The way he looked when he asked you for a date was so tender so intense. You didn’t know what to expect and since you didn’t know your excitement was steadily increasing.

 By the time you finished your shower then made your skin supple and face effortlessly painted, 2 hours had nearly passed. The summer dress you pulled on hugged you in the right places while hoisting your breasts to ensure your cleavage was on point. The deep thigh split gave it the right touch of sexy while keeping it sweet and innocent. After dipping your perfume at your pressure points, you reapplied your lipstick then surveyed yourself once more.

 Knock, knock, knock.

 You opened the door after crossing the room and smiled at one of the crew members.

 “Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N.”

 “Hi.”

 “Signore Jean Page says he is waiting for you madam,” he said, his Italian accent heavy.

 “Yes. Give me one moment.”

 You scurried back to the bed and tucked your phone, a few credit cards, and your lipstick into your purse then grabbed your wide brimmed straw hat and your sunglasses then hurried back to the crew member. He led the way down the corridors and up steps. The further from the room you got the louder and louder it became. It sounded like helicopter blades. A few minutes later you were approaching Regé who was standing beside a helicopter. your eyes widened taking in the sight. What in the world, you thought.

 The closer you got Regé’s smile widened. When he took the remaining steps to you keeping his head ducked, he clasped your hands in his.

 “You look breathtaking.”

 Your belly fluttered. “Thank you.”

 He kissed your cheek then your temple.

 “Ready?”

 “What is all this?”

 “Lunch.”

 “On the chopper?”

 Regé’s smile widened then he tipped his head back and laughed.

 “Don’t laugh at me RJP.”

 You liked to tease him with the name sometimes and each time it only made him laugh and proceed to tickle you until you gave in. This time was no different.

 “All right, I give.”

 Regé pulled you flush against him. “And I take.”

 He kissed your lips gently, probably trying not to get your lipstick all over him. It was pointless though, you used your thumb and wiped at the berry blush shade now on his lips.

 “Shall we?”

 You nodded and allowed him to lead you to the helicopter. The whole while he kept one hand around your waist and the other atop your head ensuring you remained low. Once you were both in, you put on the headset as you readied yourself for lift off. When the helicopter began lifting, you looped your arm in Regé’s then laid your head on his shoulder. You felt his lips brush the top of your head and you thought nothing could be more perfect than this moment.

A few short minutes later, the view of the Italian countryside took your breath away. The greens were so much lusher than any you’d seen before, the blue of the ocean was more like the deepest turquoise ever discovered, then the wildflowers that were in a rainbow array of colors that decorated the fields completed the live canvas painting. You pointed things out to Regé as he did the same. The whole time you both snuggled together and giggled. It was the perfect picture of peace.

 Once the helicopter landed and you disembarked, Regé took your hand and led you down a field to a waiting man who held on to two bikes. He paid the man while exchanging pleasantries in Italian looking as if the man was his long-lost best friend. That was another reason you’d fallen in love with him. He had a way to make everyone he encountered feel comfortable and appreciated. He didn’t treat anyone as if he were better than them and always remained humbled.

 “Ready?”

 “You bet.”

 You climbed onto the old-fashioned bike making sure to tuck the hem of your dress between your legs to prevent any mishaps and placed your purse into the basket in the front. It was adorable. Glancing over to Regé, you smiled at his tall frame on the dainty looking bike.

 “Keep up slow poke,” you teased before you took off down the dirt path.

 “Cheater!”

 The two of you rode bikes along the path. One minute you were in front, the next he was, but the whole time you laughed and taunted each other. After a mile or two, you found a thicket of trees and got off for a rest under a tree sipping limoncellos like locals. Before either of you knew it you were making out under and up against the trees not caring if anyone was around to watch. When you got to a small town you explored while keeping a hold on each other. Every few seconds, Regé was snapping pictures of you making you feel like a model rather than a stylist. He was truly your biggest hype man.

 When the sun was a little past its peak, you rolled up to the breathtaking view of Provence’s Lavender Fields.

“Oh my god.”

 “Amazing, isn’t it?”

 As far as the eye could see lavender decorated the hills. It smelled like heaven and every time the wind picked up a wave of calm washed over you.

 “Absolutely amazing.”

 You felt Regé come beside you then wrap his arm around your waist. “Shall we?”

 “Huh?”

 “We’ve reached our destination.”

 You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. You climbed off the bike and allowed him to lead you down the path toward the fields. The closer you came the stronger the scent of lavender filled the air and the giddier you became. Soon, you couldn’t help but take off running through the rows of lavender tracing your hands along them. When you smelled your fingers, you moaned as they picked up the aroma the buds left.

 “Oh my gosh. It’s beautiful,” you stretched out.

 When you turned, you found Regé walking calmy behind you with a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

 “You’re beautiful!”

 Giggling you twirled and twirled. If this was what complete peace and joy felt like you wanted to bottle this moment to revisit every chance you got.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Regé-

Christ, you were beautiful, he thought as he watched you run around like a child touching every bushel of lavender only to bring your hands to your nose to inhale deeply. When you began twirling with your arms outstretched screaming “weee”, he had to laugh. His chest tightened as his heartbeat increased. It was something that had been happening since he’d met you and even more since you’d been spending every day together. He’d pieced it together that it was a result of you. Everything he’d learned about you over the last 2 weeks has only increased the intensity of his heart’s beating.

 You turned to him again and stuck your tongue out at him before you winked. Just like that you took his breath away and the only thought in his mind was forever. It was a word he’d thought about plenty of times since you’d run into his arms at the yacht when you’d first arrived. That was several ports ago. After the second night on the yacht, he knew he couldn’t sleep away from you anymore. When you’d made it known that you felt the same way he had to keep himself contained so you didn’t know then and there just how hooked he was. You had him hook, line and sinker.

 He found this odd. No woman had ever had this strong of an effect on him. No woman had every done so little and had him wrapped around their finger so effortlessly. He knew it was more than the honeymoon stage, or the obsession stage of a relationship. This was something more.

 You stopped a few feet in front of him staring at something. As he came up beside you, he saw what held you captivated.

“Hope you’re hungry. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,” he said his lips pressed to your ear.

 Your body shook and he took that as a good sign. He affected you as much as you affected him. He kept his hand on your hip and when your eyes met his there went his breath again.

 “Did you do this?”

 He brushed his lips against your exposed shoulder, an action he’d wanted to do since you boarded the helicopter.

 “I did.”

 There was no need for words. He could see everything in your eyes, and he allowed his feelings to shine through to you as well. Lifting your hand to his lips, he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “Come on.”

 Leading you to the constructed wooden gazebo that housed a glass chandelier, a linen covered table and two chairs in the middle of the field he kept his hand planted on your hip loving the way you felt against him.

 “Oh my god, Regé.”

 You stopped in front of the table and looked around. When he saw the tears in your eyes he scoffed and shook his head. “Don’t cry. Come, sit.”

 He pulled out one of the chairs for you then pushed it in when you sat. Once he sat diagonal from you, he wasted no time popping the top off the rose what was sitting in the ice bucket and filling both your glasses.

 “I can’t believe you did this. How?”

 “A good magician never reveals.”

 He held his glass out to you and watched as you did the same. “To lavender fields and the taste of your lips.”

 You smiled, tapped his glass then downed the glass in one go. It was small surprises like this he loved about you. He could never predict your next move. Everything you did always somehow came as a surprise—a pleasant one. He followed suit and drank the whole glass then poured again.

 “Bon appetite.”

 He’d made sure to request all of your favorites and a few authentic Italian dishes and was happy to see the smorgasbord of options displayed on the table. The two of you filled your plates with bits and pieces from every platter then sat back and at in harmonious silence. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence with unnecessary words. Instead, you ate and enjoyed the comfort of being together. It was something he hadn’t experienced before.

 The women in his past were the complete opposite. He always got the impression they were trying to impress him or prove why they belonged by his side. He could never get a feel of their authentic self. With you, he didn’t get that at all. You remained true to who you were, never putting on any false masks. You laughed wholeheartedly, ate without a care of who watched, danced freely, spoke with an animated joy that always held him captivated and that was just the beginning.

 When you did speak, the conversation easily drifted over topic after topic. Nothing was off limits. You pointed out the scenery, told him about other beautiful sights you’d seen. To that he said he wished to be with you when you saw others. That was when you bashfully smiled dipping your head and coyly hiding your smile behind your hand. He was a complete goner; it was pretty pathetic. He could tell you had no idea, and he couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t guessed. How could you not tell just how much he loved you.

 It hit him like a ton of bricks right then. He loved you. He was in love with you.

 “Why’re you smiling?”

 “How can I not smile when I’m with you?”

 “Dear god Regé, what in the world are you doing to me?”

 “What do you mean?”

 “I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this lite, this--,” you began then shook your hands around the air to emphasis something. “Ya’ know?”

 He snorted and shook his head. “No, I haven’t a clue what that was? That was--.”

 “Was it weird?”

 “A little.”

 You laughed loudly. Your laugh was so contagious he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you.

 “Don’t laugh at me. Jeez, I just mean—I’m happy. You make me happy.”

 Damn, he thought. Four words and he was putty in your hands. Again, that bashful smile of yours returned and you dipped your head down. Reaching over, he took your hand then raised it to his lips.

 “You make me happier than I’ve ever been,” he confessed.

 “I do?”

 Nodding slowly, he looked over every inch of your beautiful, glowing face. “How can you not know, Y/N? How can you not know how incredible you are?”

 You smirked, licked your lips then put your other hand on top of his. “You’re pretty incredible too RJP.”

 He snorted then shook his head. Of course, you’d tease him now. The two of you sat there comfortably holding hands and watching the fields like an old married couple. A few hours later when all the food was gone and most of the wine, you walked through the fields hand in hand with a bottle of wine in each of your hands, trying to top the other with the poems you each knew. When you’d gone through all you knew, you moved on to limericks and haikus. You called to every part of him, and he couldn’t believe how right you felt to him.

 When you broke away from him you bent over touching your nose to a bundle of lavender. It was the perfect picture, so he took his phone out and snapped it. You looked at him, smiled widely then stuck your hand out.

 “No paps.”

 He captured picture after picture of you using the field as your photoshoot set. You looked breathtaking with the lavender behind you, and he knew this sight would remain his favorite for a long time. You turned to him again and stuck a bundle of lavender behind your ear then blew him a kiss. It was an image he pressed to memory with the camera. As he looked over the picture, he got lost in it—in you. When he looked up again it was just in time to see the white of your dress swish out of sight behind a tall row of lavender.

 “Catch me if you can,” you sing-songed as you giggled.

 Smiling, he followed the trail of your voice, but he didn’t rush, instead he took his time and allowed his senses to lead him. Whenever he turned a corner, he only ever caught the faintest of white of your dress before it disappeared. As he moved, he snapped the pictures as he pleased, curious to later see what the camera caught. You continued to elude him for the next several minutes, but he didn’t stress it because somehow, he knew exactly where you were. When he completely lost sight of you, he stopped, closed his eyes, and used his senses to see if he could find you.

 He felt you first then smelled you, but he waited until you crept closer. Cute, he thought. When he was sure you were close, he spun, dipped down taking you over his shoulder and spun you around. Your laughter echoed over the open fields, and it sounded like music. He was too far gone. He flipped you down and gently brought you down atop a bushel of lavender. He watched you laugh some more and allowed his imagination to run while and envision you all dressed in white.

 When you opened your eyes to peer into his, he audibly gulped. You looked like a seductress, an image from daydreams. Lavender buds decorated your face, neck, and decolletage and his fingers itched to touch.

 “You caught me,” you softly said.

 “I have all the Gods in every religion to thank for that.”

 You smiled and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he caressed it, gently brushing away the lavender buds.

 “Are you happy, Y/N?”

 “Do you really have to ask? I haven’t stopped smiling since we met and I’m lying here on top of a bed of lavender completely wine tipsy.”

 Grasping a stem of lavender, he used it to trace a path across your cheek then down your neck and to your collar. Where the stem went his eyes followed. The purple of the lavender complimented your skin tone in so many ways. He had a thought then to bring some of this lavender back to the ship so you could add it to your bath. It would be just as much a treat for him than you.

 “I’m completely under your spell,” he said.”

 “My spell? So, I’m a witch now?”

 “No, just absolutely bewitching in every--,” he kissed your nose, “Single.” He kissed one cheek. “Way.” He placed the final soft kiss to your other cheek before locking eyes with you again.

 You drew your bottom lip between your teeth and the fire he’d seen in your eyes plenty of times ignited.

 “God, Y/N. I have never been in love like this.”

 He felt your body tense, but you didn’t move away.

 “It has only ever felt like this with you. I swear every time I look at you or see you a hand squeezes my heart making it stop for a few seconds or until you touch me. It’s the most terrifying and intense feeling I have ever felt. I didn’t know what it meant until it hit me. I—I love you. I’m in love with you.”

 He waited, giving you time to comprehend what he’d just said and to decipher what you felt. Long moments stretched as the wind gently brushed against you sending lavender buds through the air and wrapping you both in a cocoon of fragrant bliss.

 You lifted your hand to his cheek then you smiled softly. “Wow. I love you too.”

 His smile was slow but full. You wrapped your arms around his neck then smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the thing he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to give to you.

 “What’s this?”

 “For you.”

 You took the red leather case then looked at him. “Regé, you didn’t have to buy me anything.”

 “I wanted to.”

 You smiled then opened the case. Your eyes went wide when you saw the bracelet inside.

 “Oh my god, Regé,” you gasped.

 “I’ve been carrying it around for the last 2 weeks waiting for the perfect moment. Thank God, I found it. It’s the vintage version of Cartier’s Love bracelet. I want you to wear it so you will always know that I love you and am completely obsessed with you. Wear it and know it comes with my undying faithfulness to you, my unyielding love for you, my unwavering devotion to you and unquenchable passion for you.”

 You laid there speechless with wide eyes never taking them off of him.

 “I promise to never take you for granted, to never get too wrapped up work and my schedule where I neglect you. I promise to always be here for you when you need a hand, a shoulder, a chest. Let mine be the first you seek and only you need. I promise to never ever get enough of you, to never let this passion fade. I promise to always make you feel beautiful, loved, and special. Most importantly, I promise you my genuine, honest, unconditional and true love.”

  ~~~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

Holy shit, you thought to yourself as this beautiful and perfect man hovered over you spilling his heart to you. This man who you’d fallen in love with was telling you he’d fallen in love with you too. It was a shock to say the least. You’d hoped of course but you hadn’t suspected he felt how you felt—not yet at least.

 The tear that slid out your eye was a happy one, but you saw his brows knit as he trailed his finger up wiping it away.

 “What’s wrong?”

 You shook your head, words escaping you.

 “Tell me, I want to make it better.”

 You smiled and brought his head to you, kissing his lips.

 “Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. I just love you.”

 Regé slowly smiled and soon the two of you were smiling at each other like fools.

 “Will you wear it?”

 You nodded enthusiastically as you held up your arm for him to latch the bracelet on. Once he had, you both stared at it feeling the renewed connection between you as well as the weight of the jewelry that probably only equated to less than a pound, but it was the sentiments that weight more than the moon.  Regé kissed you again then trailed his lips to your neck then across your collar. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of him against you.

 The lower he went the more your skin tingled and the more it tingled the wilder the swarm of butterflies in your gut fluttered. When Regé’s lips touched your cleavage, you opened your legs making room for him. A groan was his reply before he latched onto your neck once more. This time his kisses were more persistent. Then they turned to sucks and a moan fell from your mouth. When he pulled the bow tie straps from your shoulder, he replaced them with his lips.

 His lips were wreaking havoc on you. Everywhere they went he left trails of icy hot fire which didn’t help you, it only made you want him more. Regé planted kisses across your body dipping down to your stomach and then your bare thigh. When his lips pressed to your exposed inner thigh, you gasped, arching off the bed of Lavender beneath you. Glancing down, you caught Regé’s eyes and the look in them had a pool of moisture dripping from you.

 “Oh god,” you whispered as you angled your head backward looking up into the purple, pink and yellow decorated sky.

Regé’s lips went lower on your thigh until he got to your knee, he then switched legs and repeated the kisses showing both your thighs equal attention. You were dizzy at this point. The bottles of wine you’d drank were now teaming up to lift you into the sky. Everything was working against you, the aroma in the air calming you, but Regé’s lips on your flesh working you up into a frenzy and the wine making you want to do very bad, nasty things to him.

 “Regé,” you whispered as your hand dropped on top of his head.

 “Yes, sunshine,” he mumbled against your hip.

 You looked back down and found your dress was just at your crotch, he hadn’t gone any further, but you could see he wanted to. The question was in his eyes coaxing you to ask him—beg him even.

 “What do you want, princess?”

 You bit your bottom lip and tried to restrain yourself a little. “Please--.”

 “Please what?”

 “Please touch me.”

 Regé dropped a kiss on your fully clothed pubis. You groaned then huffed. A small smile spread across his face.

 “Can I taste you, Y/N?”

 You shattered then. You were his to do with as he saw fit. You nodded a little more enthusiastically than you’d wanted which made Regé smile.

 “Relax for me sweetheart. Let me do all the work.”

 With that, you felt his lips start again on your thighs before he made his way to your pelvis. Dropping back, you sighed as you stared into the sky. You felt him pull your underwear to the side then suck in a rushed breath. Your head snapped up to watch.

 “Fuck, you’re beautiful. So—perfect.”

 Who knew you had a praise kink. With those words you felt new wetness seep from you. It was something Regé proved as a fact when he groaned.

 “You are going to be the death of me.”

 With that, he tipped his tongue out and licked you from opening to clit. You gasped, then dropped back onto the lavender.

 “Haaaa,” you moaned out.

 Regé swirled your clit with his tongue. The action was so slow that you found yourself bucking against his mouth just to feel more. Regé chuckled softly.

 “Patience sunshine.”

 Your hips stilled and as if to reward you, he kissed your swollen and aching bud. You sighed again then settled allowing him to pleasure you. When he licked across you again, he flicked your bud then sucked on it. Your hands flew to his head, and you buried your fingers into his curls.

 “Mmmm,” you taste like rose, and strawberries,” Regé whispered.

 His beard gently scratched the insides of your thighs and you bucked again. This time Regé wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing you close to him while holding you right where he wanted. His movements turned greedy then. As he latched onto your clit he slurped against your skin making goosebumps decorate your flesh. You could feel the beginning stirs of your impending release. Regé released your touch starved bud, then sloppily kissed your inner thighs nipping and sucking his way back to your core.

 Once there he feasted starting a pace and rhythm that your body never memorized because every few seconds he switched it up. He dipped his tongue into your heat, then sucked before he brought his tongue to your clit. Quick butterfly flicks sent your back arching off the ground and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

 “Yes, Regé. Yes. Haaa!”

 He mumbled against you speeding up his tongue before he sucked your flesh somehow getting your entire mound into his mouth. You saw stars in the lavender sky and imagined the buds of lavender floating above you in a swirling pattern. Hypnotized, you gasped loudly then clenched your thighs around Regé’s head trapping him as your body released all the pent-up desire within it.

“Aaaaaah!”

 Slowly your body relaxed then released him from it’s prison. When you looked down at him he looked so damn fuckable. His lips were red, wet, and swollen. His eyes hooded and filled with so much need that you nearly threw yourself on him. Whatever desire your body had just expelled came back full force.

 “I could taste you all day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

 You smirked then laughed for some reason. Was it the wine finally driving you mad, or was it this man doing all the driving?

 “Come ‘ere.”

 Regé slid up you body pressing himself against you before he hovered over your face.

 “You taste delicious.”

 Looking him in his eyes you spoke. “Make love to me.”

 Any humor on his face was gone in an instant and in that instant yearning like you’d never seen filled his Russet brown eyes. He didn’t answer which made you wonder if he didn’t hear you.

 “Regé.”

 “Right here?”

 “Right now.”

 He searched your eyes for a few seconds. “I don’t have--.”

 “I trust you.”

 He looked as if he could have said “aww” which made you smile.

 “Make love to me.”

 For emphasis so he knew you meant it, you began peeling his latte-colored blazer off of his shoulders revealing his white crewneck t-shirt. Regé helped you undress him, moving to lift his white shirt from his body after your smaller hands peeled off his blazer. As he was shirtless over you, you couldn’t help but gawk at his magnificent flesh on display. He was built, not overtly so but more than enough. His abs bulged underneath the light of the setting sun, decorated by a dusting  of dark coiled hair that your fingers wanted—no needed to touch. So you did.

 Contradiction, you thought. It looked coarse but to the touch it was soft. You felt Regé’s midsection quiver as he released a jagged breath. Your eyes locked and it felt like air had turned electric. Your entire body felt like you’d stuck your wet finger into a socket. The clench in his jaw told you he had to also be feeling the same thing. At the same time, you and Regé went for eachother meeting one another halfway. His large hand held you around your back as you brought your hands to his pants.

 Your lips danced together, fitting together perfectly. You moaned against him when he splayed his hand at your tailbone and pulled you closer to him. This action sent your wet core against the hardened mass that was his dick.

 “Fuck,” you mumbled against his lips.

 Hastily, you undid the button of his pants then moved on to the zipper.

 Regé groaned and rocked forward sending his need flush against you. The impressive hardness was coaxing you, tempting you, driving you fucking insane. You couldn’t handle anymore. Regé latched his lips onto your neck right at your sweet spot. Your high-pitched panting rolled over the empty lavender fields. You lifted your legs using your now bare feet to push at the pants and underwear still separating you and Regé. You needed to feel him against you. You were tired of waiting.

 “How do you feel this good?”

 Regé sounded mystified, confused by how effortlessly the two of you complimented the other. 

You clawed at his back then smiled when you felt the strong muscles bunch and dance under your fingers. Regé shimmied from his clothing then you felt the weight of him pressing atop your pubis. You couldn’t help but look and when you did your jaw dropped. Fuck, you thought. You’d suspected he was hung but good golly miss molly. Not only was he lengthy but his girth was impressive. Your core clenched in anticipation of the battle ahead. You were so glad you were wet already.

 “Are you sure?”

 Regé’s voice was strained as if he was barely holding on. The sticky opaque liquid seeping from him confirmed it, he was just as on edge as you were. You met his eyes and nodded. You felt him rub his dick along your slit. Slowly down to your opening, around it then slowly back up to your hungry clit then around it. He did this a few times each time teasing your body more and more. Every time he circled your opening you took a small breath, held it, and waited for him to fill you but he didn’t. When he didn’t your body tensed. Soon, you were so tightly bound that if the wind blew as it had a few moments ago you’d come.

 “Regé,” you whimpered.

 His thick knitted eyebrows, squinted eyes and clenched jaws said he wasn’t just teasing you but he was teasing himself. He circled your opening again then locked eyes with you just before he thrust forward sending just the head of his invasion inside of you. You clenched around him sucking the very life from his dick. The action had Regé half collapse on top of you. His elbows dug into the lavender underneath your bodies sending the aroma to swim more around you.

 You couldn’t move, the stretch of just the tip of him had you stunned. It had been a while since you’d done this and while you were no professional, professional you definitely weren’t a novice. Lifting your legs off the ground, you wrapped them around his back giving him a different angle. Regé sucked in a breath as he dipped deeper inside of your body. Slowly he filled you, slowly giving you every inch of him. With every second your body slowly adjusted to him. It wasn’t painful per se, but you undeniably felt the stretch as your body tried to adjust to him. He felt incredible, powerful, and so damn hot inside of you that you knew you weren’t going to last long. You were surprised you’d held on this long.

 “Uuugh,” Regé grunted as you clenched around him again. He was fully sheathed within you and just waiting, allowing you to adjust. You loved him even more for it but your impatience was getting the better of you.

 “M—more!”

 Regé drew back only leaving the tip of himself inside before he thrust forward in one swift and powerful thrust.

 “Ah!”

 Again he did it. Each time he thrust back into you; his force was more bruising, more demanding. It felt as if he were demanding everything you had, every crevice, every inch of your canal, everything you had to give—he wanted. When he thrust into you again, you raised to meet him then circled your hips willingingly giving him everything he wanted. It was his for the taking. Regé’s shouldered tensed when you did it then you felt him bit your neck.

 “Yes, Y/N!”

 Feeling bolder from his praise you met him thrust for thrust, each time circling your hips fucking him as good as he was fucking you. Regé’s sped his thrusts sending your still concealed breasts swinging. His eyes locked on your globes then he cupped one and roughly pulled your dress down to reveal one breast.

 “Haa! So fucking beautiful.”

 His lips latched onto your pert nipple and he sucked as if there was life saving nectar within them. You moaned as your pleasure doubled and again your eyes locked onto the beautiful sky above you. You’d wondered when this would happen and couldn’t have picked a better one. You knew you’d always remember this.

 “I love—love—I love you,” Regé stuttered out.

He was shaking above you and you knew he was holding himself back. Rolling onto him, your bodies crushed another lavender bushel. You made a mental note to generously compensate the farmers before you left. The way Regé looked up at you as he laid under the bed of lavender only made your heart lurch, and core clench around him like a vampire needing more sustenance from its prey. You felt so full of him, so incredibly full that you couldn’t believe you weren’t trying to get away from him. Instead, you rocked your hips, rolling them as cerulean waves did in the endless depths of the ocean.

Regé planted one hand on your hip and one hand behind his head as his jaw slacked. Grinding on him, you put one hand across his abs and the other on your head. The sensations bubbling within you were becoming so intense—too intense. you were close. When you began bouncing on him you shook every time you came down on his thickness and every time you shook your orgasm crept closer and closer. Regé gripped your hips with both hands then jack hammered into you. With eyes locked and your desire for one another at peak you came undone.

 “Aaaaah! Regé!”

 His name echoed over the vastness of the field, and you didn’t care if anyone was around to hear it or see the carnal things you were doing in broad daylight. They were welcomed to watch, and you hoped they were enjoying the show, because you definitely were.

 ~~~~~~~~

 -Regé-

Taking advantage of your lackadaisical state of mind, he rolled onto you again, put your leg onto his shoulder then held the other down. You were wide for him. Every inch of your sex was on display for his eyes to feast on and he loved the view. Fucking hell you were gorgeous. Every single inch of you his eyes had seen he’d been met with nothing but perfection. You were perfect, perfect for him and he’d never let you go. Never. He thrust into you again and your hand flew to his stomach. He hesitated for a moment studying you.

 The look in your eyes and the way you bit onto your bottom lip told him it wasn’t that he’d hurt you. No, that wasn’t it. You were sensitive from your orgasm seconds ago, and if he did that again you’d come all over again. He knew it and he desperately wanted you to lose control, he needed to see you at your most primal, lost in the need of your desire for him. Probably because he was already there. He was holding back with every punch of control he still possesed.  

 With a smirk, he repeated the action. His swollen tip nudged against the tightly coiled bundle of flesh inside of you and when you released a breathy gasp and bite down harder on your lip he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He did it again and watched your skin prickle with goosebumps erupt. God he loved how you reacted to him. When he did it a fourth time you came again, arching off of the bed of lavender while pressing your hands flat against the ground. You looked like you were summoning the goddess of the earth herself using your orgasm as tribute.

 “Shhhhit!”

 He quickly plowed into you, his control was gone and all he felt was a deep burning need for you. Your moans got louder and louder and as they did you writhed underneath him. Locking his eyes on your sex, he watched himself slip in and out of your slickened heat and every thrust forward his mouth watered at how you sucked him in, how you took from him what you wanted. His body tensed, heart thudded rapidly, and his thrusts staggered as he lost control completely. With one, then two more thrusts he knew he was going to come, and he knew this would be one for the record books.

 You dug your nails into his back as you locked eyes with him and seductively whimpered his name.

 “Rege!”

 That was all he needed before his entire being left his body as he came, filling you with spurt after spurt of everything he had. It was yours, no matter what you wanted he’d give it to you and that included his first, second, third and last born. He was yours, unequivocally and quite possibly eternally. God help him.

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[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

My recent reblog has reminded me of how much abled people really just.... don't understand. Both physical and mental disabilities.

I feel like... abled folks are so used to everyone (other abled folks) doing things maliciously. Whether actively malicious or passively. With hidden intent. Hidden meaning. Carelessness. Or whatever.

There's almost always social cues hidden meanings behind phrases and actions that (to me) makes no sense other than to not be direct/respectful with someone.

Like an abled friend of mine thinking I just, casually blew off her kid's birthday party last year. She genuinely had it in her head that I didn't actually care. That I said I'd go and backed out for an invalid reason. That I simply went "eh, changed my mind."

Not me almost passing out after spending 5 minutes in my driveway in the summer with this pots body and taking basically 24+ hours to recover from it while getting lengthly texts from her being upset with me for not showing.

I understand she was upset. And it was valid. Wanting someone close to be there for a special event for you/your child. And them not making it at the last moment. What I did not understand or excuse was the way she went about berating me and guilting me after I tried to explain to her why that day happened the way it did.

It just.... didn't get through to her. She kept passing over the explanation with "well you still should've, well this, well that".

No. No well. No well anything. I physically almost had a serious health incident TRYING to get to you and couldn't. So yes. I prioritized my health over a birthday party. Yes I'm sorry your feelings got hurt. But I'm not sorry I took care of my health first.

Our friendship..... really had been strained a couple of times because she hadn't grasped that her issues with me were because of my audhd & pots.

Another day was a playdate with our kids. We were supposed to meet up at a water pad for kids in the morning-ish. No real set time or time limit.

She said, in text while I was en route, that she couldn't stay past 11 o'clock. My gps told me we'd get there at 10:50-something. Just shy of 11.

So to me. That meant I was going to get there, get parked, unload the kids, and she was going to be gone. I still tried to go. We got ¾ of the way there and I couldn't get ahold of her via text. I was overheating and full of anxiety so I wasn't thinking straight and didn't think to just... call. Calling gives me anxiety even with people I'm close to. So it just wasn't an option that crossed my mind.

We turned around and went back home and I told her as much.

Cue the upset. Cue the "wait so you're not coming?" "So you wasted my time?" Which I understand. I do. I just hate that she didn't understand why I took her messages the way I did. Why I didnt call in my frazzled state. She thought it was careless and malicious.

She got very upset bcuz she rearranged her morning to meet up and I get that. (Which i didnt know she went through all that trouble) But what I wasnt told at the time was that there was a time limit until the day of. What she didn't understand was she basically told me she was leaving at 11.

So in my overheated panicked audhd brain, I thought I guess it won't work out this time we can try again.

But to her. It was me blowing her off not a care in the world about her and seeing her/the kids. When that wasn't it at all.

We fought for that day over it. Then when I tried to talk to her like normal a few days later she was upset that I was casually talking to her as if nothing happened. As if she wasnt still hung up on it. When 1 she didnt tell me she was still upset and 2 i can't read tones/passive aggressiveness in texts for shit so how was I supposed to realize she was being short with me bcuz she was still mad a week later?

I know I'm ranting but.... she just... she was so set on my brain and body being the same as hers and couldnt fathom that I could do such things innocently and not being mean, careless, malicious, etc.

I love this friend dearly and we are now on better terms when she FINALLY understood why I'm the way that I am and that nothing I do is to purposely hurt her feelings or waste her time.

But I almost lost a friend over my disabilities and that shit is fucking stupid. Absolutely stupid. I just.... this is why my friend group is primarily other people who are neurodivergent/disabled. Over time we let our guards and masks down and thrived as friends and helped each other and worked around each other's struggles.

But some friends..... they just don't understand. Not fully. They both now know I struggle and why I struggle. But their understanding is only to a certain point. They're good people. But there is a clear difference and it makes me sad a lot.... I think somewhere in their minds the "if you work hard enough you'll overcome it" mindset still exists within them. They don't outright say it. But I get that feeling sometimes when we interact.

I've already lost so many people in my life for other reasons (coming out) so I'm honestly holding on to my small group for dear life. I know the saying of if they were REALLY your friend they'd accept you for who you are and what you are. But honestly to me that really sours all the good memories and experiences I had with them growing up. Makes it all seem invalid bcuz they weren't genuine on their end. But I was genuine on mine. I was still a part of making those memories.

Yes they turned out to be my friend for selfish reasons but... it was still a person I made memories with. Someone who is stuck in my core even though they're gone forever from my life. I wouldnt ever want them back in my life. But i still learned from them and lived life alongside them. I wont invalidate that.

I should stop rambling at this point but. Man shit really got me thinking about things from my past. Distant and recent.

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#5

Hi! Just wondering about this, and idk if your ask box is open or not but... How would your skeleboys (maybe the UF and SF brothers react to Y/n sleepily cuddling them in the morning and being extremely clingy when they try to leave? I need some more fluff in my life please! Thank you and good night!

Underfell Sans - Oh no, he is prisonner but he has to go to work... What could he possibly do? He goes back under the blanket and hugs his S/O tighter of course. If his boss needs him so much this morning, he can still walk to his house and begs him to move. For now, he guesses it can't hurt to sleep a little more. Like one hour or two, or five or six, or more.

Underfell Papyrus - He sighs dramatically and replaces himself with the family dog. It's obviously not as comfortable as a skeleton, but it's big and it can fool a sleepy human long enough for him to prepare before going to work. Another victory for the terrible Papyrus.

Swapfell Sans - In his dreams, he would have done like Edge. But Nox is tiny and when he tries to leave, you squeeze him harder against you, so much that Nox can't do anything to escape. He is growling and struggling in your arms, but you are too far gone to even notice it. Worst, when Rus notices he is not awake, he comes into the room and takes a picture and leaves. Nox is silently insulting him and ordering him to come back, but Rus doesn't give a shit. Nox feels so humiliating right now.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh well. He takes a foghorn hiding under the bed and "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK". S/O jumps out of his skin and his brother rushes in panic in his room. When the both of them understands what happened, they both turn slowly towards Rus with a murderous look. Welp. Rus teleports to McDonald's. Bye.

28 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

oh wow that one hurt my soul. gonna cry in a corner. maybe a quick fixer upper and S/O does wake up their just a very heavy sleeper?

Eh eh eh, too angsty for you? The first part of the ask is here.

Undertale Sans - You wake up in a "grraaawha?" as Sans is shaking you like a coconut, screaming and crying at the same time. When he meets your eyes, he freezes in shock. Then he jumps in your arms and sobs louder. He got really really scared. You're confused and concerned, but ok, it's cuddling time apparently.

Undertale Papyrus - He's relieved you're awake, but he's taking you to the hospital, happy or not. It's not normal to sleep an entire day like that and maybe something is wrong? He doesn't care if you whine, he's carrying you like a princess to his car.

Underswap Sans - When you move slightly when he's kissing you, he sighs in relief and just let you sleep. Also, he turns up the heater, you are cold.

Underswap Papyrus - He was right, something was wrong. S/O actually fainted in their sleep, and he has such a deep connection he felt it immediately. He called the first aider and they took you in charge, but it seems it was just due to the flu. He will gladly help you feel better, and now he has an excuse to not go to work to watch Disney movies with you.

Underfell Sans - So, it goes exactly the same. Edge had called Undyne and told Red that S/O had passed away, then Red attacked Edge, angry. And then... S/O just came out of their room, confused about why the brothers are fighting, and both Edge and Red are shocked. "WHAT THE FUCK? YOU WERE DEAD????" Well, turns out Edge didn't actually check and assumed that since you were not moving you were dead. Red is really not happy. He told him S/O was going to have breakfast late, dammit. Everyone is confused.

Underfell Papyrus - Red teleports Edge and S/O to the hospital. Then a doctor came back and ask if this is a joke. Edge is confused until the guy explain S/O was just in a deep phase of sleep and that's why they didn't answer him. Red giggles next to him. Not only Edge feels humiliated, but Red will tease him for weeks. Midwhile, S/O wakes up at the hospital without any idea of how they came here and they're freaking out.

Horrortale Sans - When you wake up, Willow is desperately trying to explain to a very traumatised and agressive Oak that you're not dead and that he didn't kill you. Oak keeps glancing at you, sitting of the bed, half-awake, and at Willow. Willow drags you out of the bed and litterally throws you in his arms. Oak calms down. It's warm. In the next ten seconds, you're snoring against him again.

Horrortale Papyrus - You wake up in alarm because Willow is screaming??? And then when Willow sees you his scream goes suddenly high pitched as he realised you're actually not dead. "... OH." Yeah. You growls, unhappy.

Swapfell Sans - You open an eye and see Rus hugging his brother. Wow. You must still be asleep then. But then Nox just rush next to you and crush your head against his ribcage and you can't sleep anymore. Damn, it's rough dude. ... Wait, you're not sleeping? Why Rus were hugging his brother? You have so many questions right now.

Swapfell Papyrus - You wakes up at the breakfast table as Nox is poking your cheek with a fork to make sure you're not dead. When you're opening an eye, Nox shrieks and falls of his chair. Rus immediately clinges to you, still crying for some reason. Nox won't call you anything but "demonic entity" for three weeks. He's sure you're possessed and he hates this. Whatever.

29 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

How would your skeleboys (Any skeleboys of your chosing) react to Y/n sleepily cuddling them in the morning and being extremely clingy when they try to leave? I understand if you're currently busy and I can wait to ask again another time.

I'll go with the other ones! For the Underfell and Swapfell brothers, it's here!

Undertale Sans - Welp. Moving now would be a crime against monsterkind, humanity or whatsoever, right? And he's not a criminal. He's gives up on waking up and just falls back asleep in the next ten seconds. However, it's a dangerous game you're playing. Since you are not waking up, Papyrus comes ten minutes later and knocked the bed over, with you two in it.

Undertale Papyrus - No lazyness allow in this house. He grabs your arms, puts you on his back like a human backpack and drags you out of bed. He's dumping you in the kitchen for breakfast and he's making coffee to wake you up more. You will not fall asleep. Not on his watch. Thankfully, you're not alone in this, Sans is literally sitting next to you, face planting in the table and snoring. You're going to survive, be brave.

Underswap Sans - Easy, he takes that huge emergency tiger plush and slowly replaces himself with it. Here you go. Blue hates to stay in bed more than he has to. If he could, he would not be in a bed ever anyway. It's so boring. Though, he understands S/O needs to sleep, so he lets them in there. He will bring them breakfast later.

Underswap Papyrus - Morning cuddles? He can't reject you. He's too much of a sucker for affection and he lets you win. Please pet the skeleton. There's not enough pet. You pet Honey so much he falls back asleep with a stupid smile on the face, only to jerk awake twenty minutes later when he realise he is wait for work and escape the bed while mumbling "oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit", trying to put his clothes on. You're going to be the death of him.

Horrortale Sans - Lol, he's not waking up until you wakes up, so you don't need to get clingy. Oak is living on his S/O's schedule. Though, if you want cuddles, who is he to refuse?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's horrified. This is way too cute for him and he feels terribly helpless. If he leaves, he will feel guilty, if he doesn't leave, he will feel guilty too. Oh no. What is he supposed to do now? He t-poses, the mind entirely blank. He can't do it. He can't choose. He will just stand there awkwardly until you decide to let him go.

30 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#2

So, the skeletons and their S/O are in the hospital because S/O is really old now due to how short human life spans are compared to monsters. S/O passes away, but a shortly after they come back as a skeleton monster. How would the skeletons react to this?

Undertale Sans - He knows this was coming, because humans can't live forever, and he was ready to be alone again, even if it's heartbreaking. Once S/O passed away, he stayed all day and night next to them, waiting for the funeral, until he felt magic around. Ok, seeing you losing your skin is one of the most terrifying experience he had ever seen, and when you woke up, you just both scream in confusion looking at each other. Well, it's only a moment after Sans realises you're back and immediately cries in your arms, so relieved.

Undertale Papyrus - He just wanted to kiss you and then you woke up and lose all your skin. "WOWIE. WHO KNOWS YOU COULD JUST BRING BACK THE DEAD WITH A KISS, I AM TRULY EXCEPTIONNAL." Then he calls Undyne to say to cancel the funeral because S/O is awake. He stops the call when Undyne asked a big "Dude, what the actual f-". Then he brings S/O home. Everyone in the hospital is looking at them, especially the doctors who took care of S/O.

Underswap Sans - He's quite in shock. Honey prepared him for this for long weeks, but the part when you're coming back from the dead as a skeleton was not in the manual. He's not sure if it's just something supposed to happen and then you die again or if you're really back. He pokes you bones with a pen, suspiciously.

Underswap Papyrus - He knew it. He knew something was weird. When you're dead, the bond linking you to a monster disappear, and Honey is so empathic he can actually feel it break. But it didn't. So he waited, begging the doctors to wait just a little longer before taking you away. They tried to explain him nicely that he had to let go when S/O suddenly lost all their skin and sat like they had take the best nap of their life. Honey jumps in their arms immediately, so happy. The doctors are questionning their entire existence now.

Underfell Sans - Red had decided to die shortly after S/O. He can't live without them. As he was slowly falling down, S/O woke up and slapped him so hard he woke up in alarm. Wow. S/O felt his despair and refused to die just for him. Well shit, that's mean they care about him for real. Red cries like a baby now.

Underfell Papyrus - When you wake up, Edge is pissed. "WHAT THE HELL??? THAT'S ILLEGAL. YOU CAN'T COME BACK FROM THE DEAD, YOU'RE DEAD! I'M SURE IT'S CALLED NECROMANCY." Well, at least he is smiling. He will never say it, but he is so relieved you're not really dead. But don't you dare do this again. His soul can't take it twice.

Horrortale Sans - Welp, Willow is the one here when you wake up because Oak ran away in the woods, too hurt to stay. You spend several days searching him, until you feel a big thing bumping against you and purring. Oak finds you first and he's never letting you go again, don't you dare die again.

Horrortale Papyrus - Ok, so, he had a suspicions when he still felt your soul after you died. He poped it out of your chest, and surprise, it was a growing monster soul. He just let it be, a big smile on his face, vibring with excitement as you started to change into a skeleton. The second it's done, he's crying in your arms, so happy and relieved and telling you to not freak out because he is still loving you even if watching you lose all your skin was pretty gross.

Swapfell Sans - That's the most fucked up terrifying thing he had ever seen. He's in a corner of the room, shrieking, trying to hide from you. He doesn't care if you're a ghost, a demon, a zombie or whatever, you were dead, and now you're not, and it's S C A R Y. Don't you dare get close from him or he attacks. He needs several minutes to calm down and realise you're not going to eat/kill/possess him, and then he stands up and acts like nothing happened. Though, he won't get near you for several days, he's not a fool.

Swapfell Papyrus - When he sees you changing, he teleports you in a horse carriage, and then literally does the Skyrim intro. You are so confused, and he is so proud of his joke omg. You hate him so much. That's probably why you came back from the dead. Rus assumed you missed his horrible pranks too much.

32 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I know this is controversial, but art and fanfiction are for everyone. All of it. Not only the parts you like.

So if someone do something you don't like: don't read and move on?

You're not forced to make a Tumblr post about it to ask Tumblr users to stop writing that, this is so toxic.

You know who used to do that? The Sherlock Community lol. "you can be a valid writer only if you write Johnlock" and for a very long time I got threat comments because I didn't ship Johnlock.

I just left the community because one day I recieved a anonymous threat letter in my real life mailpost :) You know, like the actors did and this is why they quitted all social networks.

Don't ask people to not do something you don't like because it never ends well.

Art is for everyone and freedom of creation is a right.

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02 . . . alfons main story

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— cw: implication of dub-con (not depicted), mentions of cruelty.

Kate: ...Eh?

When I awoke the next morning,

Sleeping next to me on the pillow was Alfons, shirtless at that.

Alfons: ...Mn... ...?

A: Ahh... is it morning already... good morning, Kate.

Alfons looked at me with his ashy gray eyes, his expression languid.

Kate: ...——!!

The memories of last night were clear and vivid in my mind.

That illusory scene, and how he had come into my room as well...

(And also, how he kissed me, and how we shared each other’s warmth on the bed...)

Just that we probably have grown tired in the middle, so we didn’t end up going all the way either.

(But... other than that... um...)

We ended up, let us just say, playing the part of a couple.

——But even so, there was something that still rendered me confused.

(I-I-I... I...)

(Just why in the world did I think Alfons was my lover!?)

Alfons: Were you perhaps able to dream a dream you’d like to see last night?

Kate: W-wait, a dream... what... no, from when... gh...?

It was so much of a shock that I wasn’t sure at what point reality morphed into a dream, the boundary becoming ever more vague.

Even though the fear I felt last night, along with the pleasure from being showered with kisses... everything seemed so real, and yet,

it all felt like a dream at the same time... The trembling wouldn’t stop.

Meanwhile, Alfons looked at me, one elbow resting on the pillow, as his smile laced with amusement.

Alfons: I do find myself wondering why you are wound up so in something like when the dream had started, when you have no need to.

Kate: Wh...

Flashing me a smile that told me he very well knew what he did, I used the edge of the sheets to cover my body, all the while backing away.

Kate: Y-you did something to me, didn’t you!?

Alfons: Oh yes, about that, we did indeed do things. Why, a great many pleasurable things, in fact.

Kate: That wasn’t what I was talking about...!!

When I shook my head furiously, I thought back to the events of last night.

There must have been a trigger that made me think Alfons was my lover.

(Something... something like...)

—— Flashback ——

Kate: You were worried...?

Alfons: Indeed. It would be stranger if I was not, no?

A: After all——you are my lover.

—— End flashback ——

I thought back to the warmth that grazed the back of my neck, and Alfons’ murmurs...

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Al...fons...?

Alfons: ——All of what you are seeing is a mere dream. A most sweet and comforting dream, that is.

—— End flashback ——

...and that time after I laid my eyes on the black mountain of corpses, I was hit with a sudden bout of drowsiness——and how right before that, I felt the exact same sensation in the exact same place.

Kate: ...The role of a ‘smoke screen.’

Alfons: Yes?

(If I recall, that’s what William had said.)

(And if it is as I suspect... then indeed, Alfons’ ability would be most suited to be a ‘smoke screen.’)

Kate: You... do you have the ability to show illusions...?

Alfons: Oh my, I must say you make a most splendid guess. It would appear I have sorely underestimated you.

His applause seemed to look down on me as it resounded in the room.

Alfons: ——However. It would be more accurate to say I hold the ability to ‘temporarily change one’s perceptions.’

A: It is quite simple to activate as well; the only two things I need is to touch the back of the recipient’s neck, and to voice what they want to see.

A: I am Cursed by the ‘Mirror,’ you see. Allegedly, its characteristics are ‘brainwashing’ and ‘mind control.’

(You wouldn’t say a word about this yesterday, and now all of a sudden you’re dumping all this information on me... no wait, that’s not the problem right now!)

Kate: Okay, but why would you do such a thing?

Alfons: Why, you ask... quite obviously because it is fun, yes?

(Wh...)

Alfons: You are but a poor little miss robin who was tossed into a den of evil.

A: And seldom do I cross paths with such an amusing plaything like yourself.

Kate: ...!!

Before I knew it——the sound of my palm hitting his cheek rang in the room.

Kate: You’re the lowest of the low...

Alfons: Aha, I do take quite a fancy to that reaction of yours. Dare I say much more charming than the way you were practically about to wilt in place last night.

Despite having just been slapped, he simply laughed it off,

and without even straightening out his clothes, he lightly got off the bed.

He picked up his jacket, vest and tie, which were scattered around, as though he had done this many times before. Then he turned to me with a shady smile.

Alfons: Whenever you are going through a rough patch and want to cry, I am more than happy to lend you my chest.

A: And of course... I can lend you other things as well.

Kate: Absolutely not!

The pillow I threw that was meant for his face hit the closed door instead, falling to the ground.

(That person, I swear, is the utter worst——!!)

After being notified by a maid that breakfast was ready, I headed to the dining room.

There, I saw Victor, William, Liam and Harrison, Lord Elbert, and...

Alfons, who was sitting there calmly as though nothing had happened, and when I saw him, I fought the urge to turn on my heel.

(Stay level, stay calm...)

Victor: I heard the mission last night was a pretty tough mission.

When he took his seat, Victor gave a laugh, as though praising our efforts.

Kate: I’m really sorry to have caused trouble for you guys when I tagged along on the mission.

K: May I ask what happened after...?

Feeling a sense of responsibility as the fairytale keeper, I asked that question to the group.

Kate: I would imagine with such a large scale incident, the police would get involved...

Harrison: Not sure I’d go that far.

Kate: Huh?

William: I had failed to tell you this last night, but,

W: actually——these days the incidents involving murders, arson, and kidnappings have become more frequent in the East End.

W: However, the police have simply deemed it ‘commonplace in the slums,’ so they do not take any cases that happen there.

The expressions of everyone present seemed to contort in their own way, as though they had picked up on a different smell.

A couple quietly took in the information they heard,

one lowered their somber gaze,

and another rested his chin in his hands, looking rather disinterested.

Victor: And that is when Crown comes in.

——And then there was one whose eyes sparkled with delight.

Victor: There have been rumors that the directors of orphanages and almshouses and whatnot were the direct instigators of a series of incidents.

William: While passing judgment on an orphanage that was hardly good to begin with,

W: we were to interrogate them. That was our mission last night.

W: And just as we thought, the features of the corpses we happened upon that day aligned with those of the children kidnapped from the slums.

W: ...They targeted the people in the impoverished areas indiscriminately, and it sounded like they acted much like a crime syndicate.

Kate: But who would do such a thing, and why?

William: Hehe, you’re quite a sensible little robin.

W: Were they to collude together to commit acts of brutality, what would be the thread that connects them?

Kate: Things like money, ideology, or pleasure. Or alternatively, there could be another person altogether who is the ‘true instigator,’ maybe.

William: ...And which one do you think it is?

His gaze pierced into me as though he were testing me, and my words caught in my throat.

Kate: ...I’m not sure.

(The reasons and motivations behind such cruel actions——I couldn’t even start to imagine what those could be.)

The more I remembered that scene, the more feelings such as sadness and pain started to well up from within my chest.

Just when I was on the verge of being swallowed by dark emotions...

Alfons: Goodness, just what need is there to be in the know of such things. It’s nothing short of troublesome.

His half-hearted statement made my thoughts disappear.

(D-did he just say ‘it’s nothing short of troublesome’...?)

Alfons: If there are children who die without being known by anyone out there riddled in the world,

A: then it goes to say that there are also those that believe this to be nothing more than cleaning up garbage from the street corners where the dropouts gather. That’s just how it is.

(‘That’s just how it is’...)

I was rendered flabbergasted at how he so carelessly threw out that statement regarding such a gruesome incident.

(We were just talking about how Crown’s job is to take on such cases... but does he just so blatantly abandon his duties like this?)

When I cast him a doubtful look, he returned my look——before his lips curled up in a meaningful smile.

Alfons: ——Anyway, we have a more important matter on our plate.

(Wait, we do!?)

Alfons: Miss Kate, are you truly alright? Not hiding here, I mean.

Alfons tapped the back of his own neck.

(My neck...?)

(Wait, hide what, exactly...)

Liam: Wait a minute, Kate, isn’t that...

Ellis: It’s a hickey.

Kate: Eh—!?

Ellis came from behind me, peeking at my neck, and I was so surprised I slapped my palm over the back of my neck to cover the mark.

Kate: W-wh... but... why...

Alfons: Why, you ask? ...Because last night, we did those things, yes?

Kate: ...!

I instantly felt my cheeks heat up.

Harrison: Oh, what, so you already made a move on her, Al.

Alfons: Hehe, I do find myself ever uncertain on how to answer. ...Isn’t that right, Miss Kate?

[1] Turn red.

[2] Dodge the question.

[3] Don’t say anything. (+4 / +4)

Kate: ......!!

When I bit my lip, staying silent, his lips seemed to twist with amusement.

Alfons: Oh dear me, have you no response, perchance?

I couldn’t bring myself to say that I had no involvement in the things last night.

(But I definitely refuse to admit it.)

(Because, after all, I was made to agree.)

(It’s not as though I myself have really agreed...)

Jude: Damn, ya got taken to bedfordshire already? My sincere condolences.

Following behind Ellis to the dining room was Jude, who let out a dry laugh.

Kate: T-that’s not what happened!

Alfons: How very cruel... and after we exchanged such passionate kisses, you would insist that was naught but a mere fling...?

Kate: Gh... weren’t you the one who made me a mere fling of yours!?

Liam: Ah.

Harrison: Oh man...

Ellis: She admitted it.

Kate: ——!?

Alfons: Pfft, ahaha!

I was at a loss for words, and seeing me like this, Alfons burst out into laughter, as though he were having fun from the bottom of his heart.

Alfons: Hah... you truly are second to none, Miss Kate.

A: Victor, would you have her become my exclusive fairytale keeper?

Kate: W-what do you mean by ‘exclusive’?

(Things have already gotten out of hand as is. I need to keep anything more strange from happening...)

Alfons: All in all, it means accompanying me.

A: But there are a plethora of other terms, such as two man cell, buddy, tag, and partner, so choose whichever you fancy.

Victor: Hmm, there are still traces of your passionate night with Kate, and now you are making such a request, I see.

Alfons: Oh, I do assure you I have a good heart. I have realized the error of my ways, and so I feel I must make amends.

(Now that is definitely bogus, isn’t it!?)

Alfons was giggling at the dining table, his chin on his hands, clearly lacking an ounce of any good faith.

Victor: If Kate agrees, then I don’t find an issue.

Kate: Absolutely not...!

The day I agree will be the day of outlandish happenings, no doubt.

Alfons: Ahha! No need to say such things now. If you don’t agree... see, you won’t know what I may do next, no?

Kate: Ugh...

(Threatening me like that... he’s so underhanded!)

But I doubt he would back down from an argument.

(This person——he is nothing short of wicked.)

But I had also come to a sore realization now.

That being that I was the one who lost the moment I didn’t chase him out of my room when he came in.

(And Victor even warned me that ‘a lot of the members held questionable morals’ too...!)

William: Hehe... then, how about this?

W: Kate will accompany Alfons specifically on missions.

W: But any time outside of that, you may spend time with whoever you wish... does this sound appealing?

(So, in other words, I only need to become his ‘exclusive fairytale keeper’ during missions?)

If I was being completely honest, I wasn’t sure this was the helping hand I wanted.

But, at any rate, I would take this over being with him all day, every day.

Kate: ...T-that’s fine with me.

Alfons: Well, I will take it.

Albeit seeming reluctant as well, Alfons nodded... and so, it was decided that I would become his ‘exclusive’ fairytale keeper for the time being.

Alfons: Then... I do so look forward to working with you, Miss Kate.

to be continued…

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Candy Girl 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

The silver-haired man bends over your engine. His name is Bucky as you guessed from Thor’s booming yawls for him. You sit on the front porch, next to the pizza on the bench, and chew your lip anxiously. All four men loom around your deceased vehicle, mulling grimly over the ruins. 

Karl seemed okay about the catastrophe. Emmanuel was looking to pick up some hours and there are enough orders that he didn’t need to worry about breaking even. You thanked him before you hung up, still numb and in disbelief. It’s not just a car, it’s your livelihood. More than just your job, it’s your escape from a house that’s never been much of a home. 

You try not to let the despair drown you but can’t help it. For all your optimism, this is just too much, the final straw. If you can’t drive, you can’t work, and you can’t get money, and you can’t hand over most of your check to get your parents off your back. You are effed. 

Before you can hang your head, Thor catches your eye. He waves and bounds over as if only then remembering you. He comes up the steps and leans against the porch railing across from you. 

“Gonna be alright,” he says and he crosses his arms, “Bucky says it might take a little but he can redo the whole thing.” 

“Really?” You bat your lashes, looking up at the awning, “hm, maybe I should look into being a mechanic.” 

“Not quite,” he chuckles, “it’s more a hobby but he’s gotten me out of a few vehicular binds. I trust him.” 

“Oh, uh, well... guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you shrug and reach into your pocket, “can you take this back?” You hold out the folded bills, “maybe it can help with the cost--” 

“Ah, he owes me,” Thor winks, “keep it.” 

“I can’t--” 

“I’ve been holding onto this favour for nearly a decade, what better time to use it?” He grins. “Please, little one, you keep that money. It’s well-earned.” 

You give a bittersweet smile, your cheeks pinching with the underlying anxiety. You won’t argue about it. You really do need the money. You sigh and tuck it back into your pocket. 

“I’m sorry to ruin your night,” you murmur as you look at the men near your car. Bucky and another argue as they gesture to the car, the greying blond man standing back to watch without amusement. 

“Ah, no, they’re always like that,” he glances over his shoulder, “eh, what more could I ask?” He stands and drops his arms, moving to sit on the other end of the bench. He flips up the lid of the top pizza box, “than to eat with a pretty girl.” 

Your cheeks tingle. He’s always a bit too cheesy. You scrunch your lips and shake your head. 

“Please, dig in,” he insists, “might as well. Otherwise, these old dogs with devour it all and be whining of heartburn in an hour.” 

You snort. You can’t say you’re not hungry. Driving around with the smell of chicken and pizza all night does tend to leave you ravenous and after the day you’ve had, well, you’re no stranger to comfort eating.  

“Just one slice,” you insist and reach to tear a piece off the pie. 

He hums contentedly as he takes one himself. He peers out at his buddies and rolls his eyes. The argument is turning heated though the silent third hardly seems fazed. It almost reminds you of Magni and his friends; people don’t grow up very much, do they? 

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“It’s late,” Thor says as he leads you down the walk, “you can stay over and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” 

“Oh, but...” 

“Mm, I did have a beer or two, we’ll have to walk to mine,” he interjects, “apologies, little one, I didn’t foresee disaster.” 

“It’s... okay,” you assure him. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.” 

You turn onto the sidewalk beside him and slip your phone from your purse. Still no messages. You dim the screen with a sigh and put it away. 

“Something the matter?” Thor asks. 

“No, just... haven’t heard from Magni.” 

“Ah, I’m certain he’s home,” Thor insists, “you know how he is. Distracted with that bike he can’t seem to fix.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, I don’t think that thing’s ever gonna run again.” 

“I told him not to take it apart,” he tuts, “but does he ever listen?” 

“Oh, sorry, I...” 

“It isn’t your fault, no need for your apologies,” he says, “I only wish...” he exhales heavily, “maybe I could’ve done better. If I had, he’d treat you better too. I’m sorry you have to deal with such a spoiled brat. As selfishly as I’d like you to stick around, you could do better. Much better.” 

You mull his words in silence, “yeah, I... he’s... not... he just needs time.” 

You’re not sure you believe that. He hasn’t changed in the year you’ve been together. You’ve known him even longer than that and you can’t say he’d matured past his high school antics much.

Even his brother, Modi, outgrew all that. You always asked why he didn’t think about moving in with him, getting a bit of space. He just didn’t want to be troubled with the effort of it all. Just like most things. 

“It isn’t my place,” Thor raises his hands, “sorry. It is only... my thoughts come faster than I can stop them.” 

“Yeah... I...” you drag your feet. He’s just saying everything you’ve been denying. “I don’t know.” 

You walk along, staring ahead, overly aware of his looming presence. He rubs his neck and clears his throat, “anyhow, I was curious, fall will be here soon, were you still looking to go to school?” 

“Oh, uh... well,” you scoff, “my car... don’t have that much save yet and... I mean, you don’t have to do everything on the same schedule as everyone else, right?” 

Another point of denial. Another thing you’re running away from to look on the bright side instead. You sniff and shrug. 

“Not this year.” Probably not next year, either. You’re already a year behind, so what does it matter? 

“Ah, so now that Magni’s done his gap year, you’ll be okay?” 

“Okay?” You wonder. 

“With him going away for so long. I suppose you’ll just go up and visit, eh? We could make a road trip of it, if you like.” 

“Away?” Your heart plummets and you stop short, just at the corner of his street, “Mr. Odin—Thor? I thought he was going local.” 

He turns to you and inhales, chest rising and falling as he clamps his lips guiltily, “oof, I’ve done it again. Said too much.” 

“What-- when was he going to tell me?” You croak. Don’t cry. Don’t. That’s just pathetic. 

“I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t mean--” 

“You’re sorry? He didn’t even tell me,” you mope, “I...” 

You spin on your heel and storm ahead of him. You’re filled with hurt and anger. Whatever. If Magni doesn’t want to answer your texts, fine, he can sulk and be a child, but what was he going to do? Just pack up and leave you without a word? 

You sense Thor behind you, trailing after. He’s tall enough he could easily catch you but he’s holding back. You don’t care. He can’t stop you. 

You stomp up the front stairs of his house. The porch light shines yellow and the windows are lit up. You forget all pretense as you enter his home, leaving the door open. Magni’s metal music blasts from his bedroom. You barrel down the hall and burst through his door. 

You skid to a halt, at first, not understanding what you’ve walked in on. You lean back on your heel as the breath rushes from you and leaves you deflated. Your ears buzz and your eyes tinge. They don’t even notice you as you stand there gaping. Magni and Sheena, his ex, lay on his bed, tangled in each other, sucking each other’s faces like they’re on life support. 

You back out and whimper. You collide with Thor as he comes up behind you. He growls as he looks over you easily and witnesses your horror within. You push back against him and veer away. 

“Little one,” he calls after you as you flee, his hand slipping down your arm before he can get a hold of you. 

You’re already bawling, heaving and gasping for air. You’re so stupid. You can’t believe you put up with all Magni’s bullshit. No, you can’t believe you let yourself be so blind. Good things don’t just happen because you want them to. You should know that by now. 

[autumnalwalker]

Pride Month Drabble Challenge: Day 25, Shadow

Reblog of the challenge rules with links to my posts is here.

“And tonight’s conversational prompt card is: ‘What is something embarrassing that you have never told anyone?’ ” 

“That sounds fake.”

“See for yourself.”

“Oh come on.  Fiiiine.”

“You want me to go first?”

“No, I’ve got one.  So, you know how I said I don’t actually believe in any of that mystical witchcore stuff I’m into, I just like the aesthetic?”

“Yeah.  Go on.”

“So, there was this one time I actually, for real, in all seriousness might have….”

“You might have…”

“Tried to summon a demon.”

“Eh, teens do wilder things.”

“Maybe but this was just a couple years before we met.  So not exactly a teenager at the time.”

“Oh.”

“In my defense, I was in a pretty bad place at the time, mental health-wise.  Wasn’t sleeping much.  Living alone.  Stressed out with a job I hated.  No social life.  And deeply, deeply in the closet and tearing myself up with what to do about that.  My judgment at the time was pretty well shot.”

“No offense, but there’s shot judgment and then there’s - A - believing in the supernatural and - B - trying to do about the most obviously bad idea possible if it were real.”

“Hey, the card asked for embarrassing.  But I guess you could say I was just the right combination of bored and desperate.  So when I found some instructions from a weird internet forum I figured worst case scenario it was a novel way to spend an evening and best case scenario it turns out magic is real and I get a new body out of the deal.”

“A new - oh…”

“Yeah…  Anyway, I spent some time vectorizing the provided image of the so-called ‘summoning circle,’ memorized the incantation and got about halfway through jerry-rigging a setup to mount my projector on the hanging ceiling fan lamp pointing at the floor.  It took a slip off the chair I was using in lieu of a stepladder and almost breaking my neck to snap me out of the sort of fugue state I’d gotten myself into.  Had a moment of ‘What am I doing?  This is dumb,’ got a proper night’s sleep for once, and started looking up LGBT-friendly therapists the next morning. The one real spooky part is I could never find that forum site again, even though I swear I bookmarked it.  Probably just got taken down or something, but it makes the whole thing a little bit more eerie.”

“Wow.  That’s way more intense than my embarrassing thing.”

“Eh.  There’s a reason I never told anyone.  But, your turn.”

“You know that box of mine labeled ‘Do not open’ that I’m impressed you haven’t touched since we moved in?”

“You’re finally going to tell me what it is?!”

“It’s full of DVDs.”

“Porn?”

“Worse.  Rom-coms.”

“Rom-coms?  As in romantic comedies?”

“Unfortunately yes.  I had a phase in my late teens and early twenties where I was secretly somehow convinced that it was actually the pinnacle of film genres and that I was a connoisseur of the art form.”

“You’re pulling my leg right now, aren’t you.”

“God, I wish I was.  I’m just glad I was self aware enough not to bring it up with anyone else at the time.”

“Eh, who doesn’t have their personal cringe factor at that age?  So, what ended the phase?”

“I tried actually dating.  For whatever reason they lost their magic for me after that.”

“You know, it’s my turn to pick for next movie night.”

“To steal a phrase from you, ‘Just kill me now.’ “

“Oh come on.  Maybe after all this time it will have circled back around to being nostalgic.”

“Are you sure you didn’t actually summon something back then and get demonically possessed?”

“Heh.  Pretty sure.”

[lavender-annd-lilac]

Hey so I think I’ve reblogged one of your fics before (the massage one?? Where I was like why don’t they have reverse viagra for these situations???) but that was on one of my better days when I’m able to leave a nice, short, readable comment and not a hot mess like

So bear with me while I lay down a couple of disclaimers on the off chance you want to proceed with reading this hot mess

😵‍💫😆

(And also so don't come off like a troll or a random heckler lol)

⚠️My usual disclaimer is: nervous attempts at humour = my love language and the only way I know how to show appreciation for things I enjoy.

so basically like, if u ever watched Mystery Science Theatre 3000 where they watch a movie and riff on it, that's the only way know how to comment.

I mean obviously I am capable of leaving comments like a normal person but it makes me feel idk, insincere lol… like I’m holding back information that they may or may not want so I guess I’ll just show my entire hand and u can choose if u want to experience the chaos 🙃🤷‍♀️

As per standard safety procedures, here is a cut to protect ur eyes and ur soul

Stays in his room and only comes out when Steve forces him to join the rest of them for dinner.

Ahhh nothing like those good ol’ adolescent years.

One early morning, after you've already tied your shoes, you go to the kitchen for a glass of water

Wow @ this humble brag about tying your own shoes AND hydrating 😫

I literally have not tied my shoes in like 10 years lol. I tie them ONCE when I first wear them, and then never again unless the knot comes undone (which it doesn’t, bc I double knot that sucker). Is this not what most ppl do lol??

The only shoes I tie on a regular basis are my docs bc those mfs are still stiff af even after years of wear

🎬🎥🎞️

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Bucky sitting at the counter staring daggers at the cup of coffee in front of him

Me: lol ‘sup Macbeth 😂

Bucky: …???

Me: haha a dagger of the mind, eh? A false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Bucky: *leaves the room*

Me: *taps a fork against my glass to make a “ding, ding” sound as he’s leaving * 🛎️🛎️

Bucky: *continues walking down the hall*

Me, calling after him in a dramatic whisper: He goes and it is done; 😮 the bell invites him. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell💀 *makes a spooky ghost noise*

⏳ 10 min later ⏳

I shove the following notes under his door

Note 1: Lol do u get it??

Note 2: bc it looked like u were staring daggers into ur coffee cup haha

Note 3: U know, like in Macbeth?

Note 4: “Is this a Is this a dagger which I see before me” LMAO (see drawing below)

⏳ 5 min later ⏳

Note 5: it’s in ACT II, Scene I

Meanwhile Alpine just like shredding all the paper that comes through the door 😂😂

⏳The next day⏳

I receive notice of my immediate termination in the mail

Me: oh shit… “Buchanan Barnes” is Scottish as heck!!! I should have known better than to mention the Scottish play to a Scotsman. FUCK!!!!

🤦‍♀️

⏳2 min later ⏳

Me: although technically, the name is only cursed if you say it within a theatre…. Alright I’m suing for unfair dismissal 😤

… Somewhere in Hells Kitchen, a phone rings…

Cut to me, huddled on my bed, wrapped in blankets like a mischievous burrito, furiously taping on my phone

Me (internal monologue, voiced by Gossip Girl herself, Kristen Bell): ok so I took the words “staring daggers” from a single line in the fic, turned it into a reference that was probably outside the authors intentions, and then wrote my own mini skit with a surprise Alpine cameo, followed by a twist ending just like the extra post credit scenes in the real marvel movies!! Oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! 😃😃😃*very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black with the following text in white:

As it turned out, OP never even saw the skit bc they stopped reading after I admitted I hadn’t tied my shoes in 10 years

FIN

Alternate version ending:

Me (voice over): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black with the following text in white:

As it turned out, OP was actually a superstitious Scot who works in the theatre industry, and did not “love” the joke

FIN

Directors cut ending:

Me (V/O): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black and then this gif appears

OP:

FIN

84 year anniversary collectors edition ending (expected release date - 2105):

Me (V/O): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black and then a ✨hologram✨of OP appears in front of the viewer:

OP:

FIN

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"Bad night," he explains without looking away from his mug and you suggest that he should come for a run with you.

Alexa, play

"No thanks. It's okay. It'll be better tomorrow,”

Me: Sure, Jan. 🙄

Bucky: … what?

Me: don’t give me that “After all, tomorrow is another day” Scarlett O’Hara “Gone With the Wind” BS 😒

Bucky: … I think… I’ve actually seen that one!

Me: ya dude, it’s like an old ass film

Bucky: …

Me: wait did u see the Wizard of Oz when it came out!?? That shit must have been dope af! Ok, bro, u have to see this deepfake where they remade the trailer but like with u guys as the characters! And by u guys, I mean Peter, Stark, Thor and the other guy that hangs out with the raccoon. Sorry u didn’t make the cut buddy. Anyway, look:

Bucky: *nightmares intensify*

But the next few mornings, you find him occupying the exact same chair by the kitchen counter.

Me: HEY man, did u hear all the updog outside??

*waits for him to say “what’s updog” so I can say “not much, what’s up with u hahaha”*

Bucky: …

By the fourth morning, he's not in his normal hoodie and sweats, but has changed into what you recognise as Steve's running gear. "Steve said I should go with you," he says hesitantly and waits for you to tell him that your invitation was nothing but a joke.

Me: *planned to actually tell him the invitation was a joke bc I can’t run 5 min without vomiting…but now I see he’s waiting for me to say it was a joke, and it makes me feel bad so I play along*

😬🤦‍♀️

Me: uh ya, let’s do like a speed walk thing to warm up maybe?

Me, internally fuming while speed walking: fuck u Steve. That twerp KNOWS I can’t run for shit and used Bucky to call my bluff 😤why I oughta… *passes out after speed walking for 3 min)*

Also like, maybe I just don’t go to the gym or do any exercise, but does everyone have their own branded gear? What does that mean “Steve’s running gear”? It’s like the same as his suit but with short sleeves and shorts?

🤔

You meet up in the kitchen every morning for several weeks without uttering a single word to each other apart from "good morning," and "great run today". 

I literally don’t have the breath to say anything else bc I’m deadass exhausted from this charade

😫

And you run. Every day. No matter the weather, no matter what kind of night Bucky has had. It does him good. The colour in his cheeks comes back, his hair looks healthier

Meanwhile, I’m like:

sometimes, you even catch him running with a smile on his lips, his eyes closed as he savours the smell of nature waking up around him. 

Me: 😒 ok well glad someone is having a good time

from "great run today" to "see you tomorrow" to "see you later"

“See u later”??? Heck no one run a day is alway one too many runs for me. Nope. 😰

You love your runs.

Me: saying this over and over to myself like a personal mantra until I become delusional enough to believe it like the handmaids with their autopilot “Blessed be the Fruit” greetings

It's 1.30 a.m when you wake up to muffled screams coming from Bucky's room down the corridor.

Me: wow, this mf-er is really watching a horror movie without me??? Thought we were friends smh 😤😤😤

Steve's out on a mission so without bothering to pull on some pants

Lmao I did a double take when I read this bc I thought it meant Steve didn’t put on pants 😭… it was such an emergency he didn’t have time to put on pants before leaving for the mission??? How would she even know that??? Also I always thought the suit was like a onesie type deal haha

you run towards the screams that only grow louder and louder with each step

Wow, I’m a white girl in a horror movie huh

😬

After several minutes in Bucky's room, you finally manage to wake him up

Was the door just like, open?

How do u wake him up tho? I’d get the longest broom I could find so I can keep maximum distance between us and just like, sweep over his face until he sneezed.

when you touch a hand to his damp face and remind him where he is, his breathing finally slows

Me: hey man, wake up!! U are safe! Do u know where u are??

Bucky: *gives the address of the tower*

Me: ok I’m actually Canadian and idk any of the streets in NYC so I’m just going to assume u are correct. Good job 👍

You ground him, and he puts his arms around your waistline, and he holds you close, and he cries.

Me, who gets the skeevies from physical contact irl: …. *slowly slips out of his grasp and replaces my body with a like 3 pillows with a basketball on top for the head, then stands at a distance to brush his hair with the broom*🧹

The next morning, he isn't in the kitchen.

Me: THANK FUCKING GOD, no run today 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Instead, you find him in his room.

Tbh I only went there to get the basketball back bc I had to sign it out from the gym and I don’t want to have to pay fines for not returning it on time

But like the night before, you assure him that everything's alright, that there's no need to apologise and you hand him his running shoes. 

Me: why don’t we… take these to the dry cleaners. That’s how modern people clean their shoes!! And also let’s take an Uber to the dry cleaners, bc it’s “take an Uber to the dry cleaners day”. It’s like, one of those new holidays u prob haven’t heard about

so you stay on high alert every night and you make sure that Bucky wakes up from his nightmares. 

Me: dragging my sewn together pillow basketball head scarecrow down the hallway with a broom strapped to my back

you hear two soft words whispered faintly against your neck. Don't go

Me: huh, he must have a song stuck in his head. Didn’t expect him to be a fan of Skrillex but whatever 🤷‍♀️ *leaves*

So, you stay. Every night. Even after Steve comes back from his mission. 

Yes, “I” stay…

Steve, going to check on Bucky and sees the weird ass pillow basketball head scarecrow thing on his bed: 😱😱😱

but one night, right before he drifts off, he finds your hand underneath the duvet, and he holds it to the angry scars on his chest and he squeezes it tight.

Me: Goddammit 😰

*sews a rubber glove to a long sock and stuffs it with cotton balls, then staples it to the body of the pillow b-ball scarecrow*

Perfect!! 👩‍🎨

you hear an accidental "see you tonight, doll!" slip past his lips

Me, thinking this is a “Lars and the Real Girl” type of situation: oh cute, he gave scarecrow a name! I mean kind of unoriginal….but his brain is like super fried so who am I to judge 😐

You run every morning

Me:

You yearn for him to kiss you and sometimes when it's just the two of you, it looks as if he's just about to do it

Fic: becomes romantic

Me: *packing my bags* welp, my work here is done. Peace out y’all ✌️

Lol jk I’m still reading the rest I just don’t know how to interact anymore, haha. (Not in a bad way, I still enjoy the content and think it’s interesting but like emotionally I’m out of my depth so I’ll just switch to spectator mode…Omg and I feel this sounds like I’m implying the author didn’t do a good job but it’s the opposite

😓

irl I’m not really a romantic relationship person (OP, after having read the entirety of the pillow scarecrow saga: what? No waaaay /sarcasm) and I try to uh, like gain understanding of that perspective by reading if that makes sense? So I’m still along for the ride except now I’m like taking notes in the margins instead of live tweeting memes 😅)

Author: so what you’re saying is… the more romantic content I have in the fic… the fewer unhinged comments u will leave? Interesting… 😏

Sam mockingly calls you his girlfriend and when Bucky finally takes the bait and one day snaps that you're not his girlfriend, Sam smirks triumphantly.

Comical misunderstanding on my part lol - on the first read I thought u meant Sam calls reader his (Sam’s) gf in an attempt to make Bucky jealous and admit his attraction to reader, and then one day Bucky snaps and is like “Sam stfu she’s not ur gf”

But then u wrote

"But you want her to be," he says with a shit-eating grin,

And I was like *record scratch noise* wait what? Sam is telling Bucky that he (Bucky) wants reader to be Sam’s gf??? So I realized I made a processing error and Sam was saying reader is Bucky’s gf

My programmer: yes!!! Good job! You’re right on track to pass that Turing test!!🤖

Bucky doesn't like the sound of fireworks so

Don’t these sound exactly like gunshots tho? But I guess maybe he doesn’t like gunshots either or his super ears can tell the difference?

his head meets your shoulder

Procter & Gamble CEO: and that kids, is how we came up with America's #1 dandruff shampoo brand! 💆‍♀️💆💆‍♂️🧴

"Hi doll," he says softly,

Me: wow wtf do I really look that much like the pillow b-ball scarecrow? I mean I put a lot of work into the concept but it’s meant to be used at night so I didn’t really focus on the visuals. I’m low key offended rn tbh

His eyes scan over your face and he takes a step closer

Bucky: did you… change your makeup or something? Get a haircut? Idk I just feel like your head is usually more round and orange???

and when he finally finds your mouth again and slowly slips his tongue inside, you know you've both found your way home.

Company guy: ok team, so the customer feedback we’ve been getting on our new GPS system has been…mixed. Here’s the gist of what people dislike:

the way in which the directions are delivered is too personal

2-3 months is an unreasonable amount of time to wait before the product provides directions to your house

The daily exercise requirement and nightly care routine to charge up the device is overwhelming and too time consuming

In addition, several people were displeased that the exercise gear for running was not included in the package, although this is explicitly stated in the directions

We’ve also gotten some feedback about wanting the product to have different hairstyle and clothing options

Many men say they feel uncomfortable using the product as the experience is too intimate

On the plus side, we’ve had a handful of 💫glowing reviews from men and women, but they seem to focus on the experience of learning how to use the product rather than the final GPS results it delivers…🤔

Nevertheless, some of these customers are requesting variations of this GPS system that will provide them with directions to work, the grocery store, and various other locations, but I think our main goal should be to polish up the current model.

What do you guys think???

🔚

Lmao if u read this entire thing idk, u are a brave and tolerant soul and I hope baphomet blesses you (dw, I’ll mention it to him at our next coven meeting)

Ty for writing such a great piece and sharing it w us 💗

(Weird personal anecdote below that u are free to skip bc idk if it’s relevant at all lmao)

idk if I was able to really express this in my “comments” bc sincerity is not my strong suit, but by the end it kind of made me feel a bit sentimental lol.

Like… think the combination of how you portrayed reader’s devotion to Bucky/Bucky warming up to reader/and a little bit of my insistence on doubling down on the pillow scarecrow joke that definitely went on for too long, made me think of this old timey comedy ballet called “Coppélia”.

I saw this when I was so where btwn 7-10 years old and my memory ain’t shit, so it’s one of the few clear memories I have from that time period 😂(the others are like, deadass eating a cigarette on the beach, breaking my arm and losing colour vision for an hour, etc).

Anyway, as a kid I was somehow waaay more emotional aware and empathetic than I am as an adult now, and I remember like, bawling in the theatre bc I thought this shit was real (ie. it was re-telling of a true story that actually happened.

(spoilers for this ballet below lol)

I didn’t catch that Swanhilda pulled a fast one on the doctor and switched clothes w/ Coppélia (the doll), and I thought she legit allowed herself to be sacrificed for her soul to “reanimate” Coppélia, so that fuck boi Franz could be with the girl he “loved” (even though Swan had feelings for Franz too).

So in my mind, I was like, wow, this girl gave up her life to animate this doll that her crush thought was real??? That’s so selfless and the dude didn’t even know she sacrificed herself like that!!!! It was a truly altruistic act 😭

Ya so my dumbass had an emotional breakdown for some reason and I guess I never looked up the real plot until I was in university or something, so I went YEARS with this tragic story on my head and when we had to read stuff like “Romeo & Juliet” or “A Tale of Two Cities” at school I was throughly unimpressed bc I was like no, the doll sacrifice ballet did it BETTER!!!😡😡😡 (even tho thinking about it now, tale of two cities is the more tragic story haha)

The way u wrote how reader was consistently there to support Bucky without pushing her own feelings on him somehow unlocked that memory in my head and I was like wow, I used to have a lot of feelings that I haven’t felt in a while, and it made me nostalgic in a good way. 🥲

Anyway haha whatever good talk, thanks for the story.

The Way Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: On how you help Bucky find peace in his new life

Words: 1.5K

Fluff, fluff and pure fluff 💕

- Bucky is quiet at first. Follows Steve around like a lost puppy, doesn't really say much. Still, you can tell that he’s kind. That he isn't what the papers make him out to be.

- The entire team welcomes him with open arms, wants to make him feel at home, but Bucky still keeps to himself. Stays in his room and only comes out when Steve forces him to join the rest of them for dinner. Doesn't say anything apart from the occasional quiet "it's okay" to his best friend or the half-snarled snarky comment he can't hold back when Sam says something he thinks is dumb. But in between, he's quiet. Completely silent, really.

- You've caught him looking at you a few times, and you've seen the unwelcome, pointed elbow Sam shoves between his ribs when you walk into the room, but when you send Bucky a smile in return, he always looks away and goes about his business as if nothing's happened. Maybe a little more irritated at Sam and his wiggling eyebrows than before, but that's it. 

- One early morning, after you've already tied your shoes, you go to the kitchen for a glass of water before your daily run. Not expecting anybody to be up at these hours, you're surprised to see Bucky sitting at the counter staring daggers at the cup of coffee in front of him. "Bad night," he explains without looking away from his mug and you suggest that he should come for a run with you. That it always helps when you have too many thoughts in your head. "No thanks. It's okay. It'll be better tomorrow,” he says quietly while tapping his finger on the rim of the mug.

- But the next few mornings, you find him occupying the exact same chair by the kitchen counter. 

- By the fourth morning, he's not in his normal hoodie and sweats, but has changed into what you recognise as Steve's running gear. "Steve said I should go with you," he says hesitantly and waits for you to tell him that your invitation was nothing but a joke. But it wasn't. So you smile and tell him he's more than welcome.

- You meet up in the kitchen every morning for several weeks without uttering a single word to each other apart from "good morning," and "great run today". 

- And you run. Every day. No matter the weather, no matter what kind of night Bucky has had. It does him good. The colour in his cheeks comes back, his hair looks healthier, and sometimes, you even catch him running with a smile on his lips, his eyes closed as he savours the smell of nature waking up around him. 

- It slowly transgresses from "great run today" to "see you tomorrow" to "see you later".

- He starts nodding his head when he passes you by in the hallway, and he gives you a shy 'hi' when he sits down for dinner (much to Sam's smirking delight), but your favourite part of the day is still when he stands in the middle of the dark kitchen, awkwardly waving and saying 'good morning'. 

- You love your runs. You love your time together with Bucky. He seems happier. Almost carefree. But things don't really speed up until two months in. 

- It's 1.30 a.m when you wake up to muffled screams coming from Bucky's room down the corridor. Steve's out on a mission so without bothering to pull on some pants, you run towards the screams that only grow louder and louder with each step. 

- After several minutes in Bucky's room, you finally manage to wake him up. He looks horrified, scared of his own shadow, of himself, of you, but when you touch a hand to his damp face and remind him where he is, his breathing finally slows. You ground him, and he puts his arms around your waistline, and he holds you close, and he cries. Like you've never seen anyone cry before. He fists your pyjama shirt, and you stroke him over his hair and assure him that everything's okay. That he's safe. That he's home. That he isn't alone. And you repeat your words with your fingers raking over his scalp until his grip finally releases its hold on your crinkled pyjamas and he falls asleep, warm, and safe, and loved in your embrace. 

- And because you don't want to overstep, you sneak back to your own bed. 

- The next morning, he isn't in the kitchen. 

- Instead, you find him in his room. His face is burning red with humiliation, and he can't even look at you when he stutters out an apology. But like the night before, you assure him that everything's alright, that there's no need to apologise and you hand him his running shoes. 

- You run and you go about your day as if nothing's happened. He seems grateful for that. It's your little secret. 

- Steve doesn't come home for a few days, so you stay on high alert every night and you make sure that Bucky wakes up from his nightmares. 

- You usually sneak back to your own room around 3 in the morning but one night, when you think he's fast asleep, you hear two soft words whispered faintly against your neck. Don't go. 

- So, you stay. Every night. Even after Steve comes back from his mission. 

- Bucky still doesn't say much, but one night, right before he drifts off, he finds your hand underneath the duvet, and he holds it to the angry scars on his chest and he squeezes it tight. "You make me feel human again," he whispers and closes his eyes. Not sure what to say, you just press in against his innocent, wretched heart while trying to hold back the tears.

- One evening, when you bid the people in the living room goodnight, you hear an accidental "see you tonight, doll!" slip past his lips. Not sure if Steve's eyes are about to tumble out of their sockets due to Bucky's accidental confession or the old-fashioned nickname, you cannot help but laugh a little. Bucky gulps uncomfortably as if he's somehow said something upsetting, but at least he doesn't look away when Sam smirkingly elbows him in the side. 

- "What? No doll today?" you ask him with a raised eyebrow when he merely says "mornin'" the day after his blunder. His cheeks turn a dusted shade of pink but it's the first time you hear him chuckle.

- You run every morning, and you eat dinner together with the rest of the team in the evenings, and you sleep in his bed at night. He's suddenly not as quiet anymore. Still reserved, yes, but he laughs along to jokes, and he always enters the room with a smile on his face. Doesn't shy away from conversation any longer.

- You yearn for him to kiss you and sometimes when it's just the two of you, it looks as if he's just about to do it, but hesitation always gets the best of him, and he manages to stop himself before he's even taken the first step. And you don't want to push him.

- Sam mockingly calls you his girlfriend and when Bucky finally takes the bait and one day snaps that you're not his girlfriend, Sam smirks triumphantly. "But you want her to be," he says with a shit-eating grin, and you pretend not to overhear that Bucky doesn't really have a great comeback to that.

- It all escalates on the night of Steve's birthday. Bucky doesn't like the sound of fireworks so the two of you have volunteered to clean up after dinner while the others are visiting the lake nearby.

- You're in the midst of clearing the table, when you suddenly feel Bucky's arms snake around your waist, and his head meets your shoulder. "Hi doll," he says softly, and you lean your head against his chest and entangle your fingers with his while you sway back and forth to his favourite song playing in the background. 

- "There's something I have to tell you," he muses quietly and tilts your head with an index finger placed underneath your chin. His eyes scan over your face and he takes a step closer to your anticipating body while the hand he has placed over your stomach travels to your waistline.

- "I'm crazy about you," he finally whispers in a heartfelt confession, and you feel the love pour out of his words, his touch, his rapid heartbeat that is pressed to your spine. "- I haven't felt this way since before the war -" his soft eyes are drawing you in, his lips mere inches away, and you let him pull you closer, closer, closer. "Sweetheart, I want you to be mine..."

- You don't answer. You just turn around in his arms and you stand on your tiptoes and let yourself be engulfed by his soft lips as you finally reach for him.

- Your hands are buried in his long hair and while you're surrounded by dirty pans and plates stacked high on the kitchen table beside you, he trails his wet mouth all the way down your throat. He nibbles and sucks and kisses at your burning skin, and when he finally finds your mouth again and slowly slips his tongue inside, you know you've both found your way home.

[hawkins-losers]

A new look | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie cut his hair. You don’t know how to feel.

Word count: 0.5k

Request: Eddie cutting his hair and reader’s reaction pleassseee

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The words came out of your mouth the second Eddie revealed his new body modification. 

‘’What did you do to your hair?’’ 

‘’I cut them.’’

Your vision blurred with tears, the long strands you liked to run your hair through while he laid his head on your lap no longer there. Gone. ‘’Why?’’

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. ‘’I don’t know. The initial plan was a trim, but it ended up being a little more. I wasn't sure at first but, it’s not that bad, right?’’

Bad wouldn't be the word you’d employ. Different, definitely, but not bad. This man could not look bad even if he tried. Not even in the morning with wild hair, a pillow print on his face and drool on the corner of his mouth. 

‘’But I liked your hair. I thought you liked them too.’’

‘’I do. I did, but it'll grow back.’’

Without his long mane, you could see better the moles on his jawline and all the freckles on his face. He looked younger - somehow. Boyish. His Bambi eyes stood out more, and you could now see his ears and jawline, making you want to kiss along it. 

‘’What am I going to do when you go down on me? I can’t pull at your hair anymore.’’

Eddie laughed loudly. ‘’This is why I love you. Out of all the things you could’ve said, you thought about that.’’ He shook his head, grinning.

‘’But I really like doing that. You like it too,’’ you pointed, recalling the sounds he made while you tugged on his hair not later than last night as you pushed him further in, on the verge of orgasming. 

‘‘I’m sure you can still tug a little.’‘ 

You made grabby hands at him and he sat down on the bed right before you, allowing you a closer look at his new hair-do. Automatically, you ran your fingers through the front, seeing how short it really was. There was still a bit of length, which you’ll still be able to pull at, but the back faded into much shorter. You twisted your fingers, testing the new material, and smiled. Good. There was still a bit of grip.

‘‘I guess I can make it work.’‘ 

‘‘Told you.’‘ Eddie smiled at you.

‘‘I’m gonna miss your old hair, though...’‘ 

His smile dropped, your words making him suddenly self-conscious and starting to regret his impulsive decision to cut his hair. ‘‘Do you...eh not like me the same without my long hair?’‘ 

'’Just because I’m sad it is gone doesn’t mean I don’t like the new look. It’s gonna take me a moment to get used to - and I think you too -, but my feelings for you are the same. I love you for you.’‘

He nodded, feeling lighter. '’I’m still me. Just…with a new haircut.’’ 

‘’Exactly.’’ 

You pressed your forehead against Eddie’s, smiling at him with love in your eyes. He took advantage of the close proximity to peck your lips, making you smile wider and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his warm skin instead of his hair. 

‘’Was it like that when you grew out the buzz cut?’’ you asked, biting back a laugh, knowing how Eddie despised being reminded of that era. 

He grimaced at the memories and groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. ‘’The buzz cut was horrible and it was my uncle’s fault. He used to be in the army, that’s all he knew. I regret telling you about that.’’ 

‘’It’s unfortunate I don’t have a visual. Wayne told me you got a school picture somewhere.’’

‘’Which you will never see.’’

You pouted, then pulled him down on the bed with you. 

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