#final touches to the new fella going on now

[unspelld]

he is ready… tonight…

cueball two point oh…

debuts tonightj…………..

new model…

new stupid commands…

new arts….

7CT

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[nicolesainz]

“Written mine on my upper thigh” LN4

Lando Norris x f!reader

Author’s note: My comeback story HAD to be about the winner of the Dutch Grand Prix (by 22 seconds) and @freedaxf1 ‘s husband!! I present to you, possessive Lando Norris

Summary: Lando and you have been having an on and off relationship since your teenage years. While he lives his life in England, you’re back home trying to move on but everything seems impossible. What happens when Lando finally tracks the continues cycle?

Warnings: inaccuracies about Lando’s job and birthday, sexual themes, minors dni, 18+, nicknames, oral sex!

His eyes had been glued to my body for the better part of the night. I must admit mine were doing the exact same, given with how good he was looking. In all the years we have known each other this was one of the times where I have caught myself thinking “I will never share him with anyone. He is mine.”

I had come to London for a play with my friend group and we all decide to collectively separate our schedules and explore the city. In my case, I had been desperate enough to let someone else explore me. I knew that if I spent another month without his touch, I would need to buy a third vibrator.

As I was walking into the fourth bookstore of the day, trying to find as many new romance novels as possible, thankful I decided to pack very lightly, and my luggage had some extra space. It was at the very moment when my fingers laid on Shakespeare’s “Othello” when a raspy British voice tingled my entire body, “No surprise finding you looking at England’s most profound litterateur work.”

I turned around to be met with the most crystal blue eyes I had ever encountered in my life. They also happened to be the eyes of the man that drove me insane for most of my teenage years and fell in love with. I also was not surprised when I caught him licking his lips as he was staring into mine. Usually what that meant in both our minds was “Yours or mine?”

“I am starting to believe you have put a tracker on me given I can’t hide from you.”

“You will never find it sweetheart. I am better at hiding than you will ever be.”

“Now that you mentioned it, a certain pair of panties has me feeling uneasy every time I wear them on dates, maybe that’s your hiding spot.”

“Probably shouldn’t have worn them whilst you were with me. Or even when you weren’t with me, since it’s a sign that I have marked them as mine.”

“A tracker was unnecessary. The universe has sided with you, knowing all my dates were major failures.”

“I won’t lie to you, so I can’t say I am sorry for you baby. After all, I hardly doubt you reached a point with those poor fellas where you screamed their name as loud as you did mine.”

This probably would be an ideal time for him but very unfortunate time for me to admit that I once misnamed one of my dates and used his name instead. And an even more annoying fact that he was right about was that I had never reached a point with any of those guys to moan their names, or even let them touch me.

The past 3 months I hadn’t allowed myself to get physical with anyone else but him. Everyone was slowly starting to wonder why my visits to London were becoming more and more regular. As the months were going by quite fast, the use of my vibrator was becoming an even more usual habit. The moment I die I know there’s a place for me in hell, with the amount of times I have surrendered myself to the captivating voice of this Englishman, making the most unholy thoughts about his tongue and fingers touching the most inappropriate parts of my body, as I slide in my vibrator, imagining his insanely powerful body thumping against mine, groaning and moaning his name louder than a holy prayer.

“What brings you around my place this time? Missed my cock so much couldn’t get enough of it?”

“Friend group getaway if you so badly want to know. And trust me if I wanted to fuck you so much with one single call, I could have made you travel back home and wreck me, like the good obedient boy you are.”

“I think you are mistaking me for you darling. I don’t remember being the one who came knocking on one’s door begging for a night of pleasure. Or the one who screamed the other’s name so loud they lost their voice the next day and wanted to be fucked in front of a mirror so they could see how well I fit inside of them.”

I absolutely hate it how he knows exactly which buttons to push in order to play with my brain. Well, you’re the one who lets him so, it’s more your fault, not his. Although I absolutely love it when he pushes those buttons during sex.

I will never admit to his face that he is the best sex I have ever had. He doesn’t need to know that his ego doesn’t need more boost. Ever since I last saw him, he has changed massively. His hair has turned into a darker shade, the fuzziness in his hair has been replaced by a regular curly cut and only a few strands can be seen from the excess of his beanie. He probably has grown a few inches as well, hopefully his cock has as well.

“Say, how did you find me? If you are stalking me, I should get restraining orders now.”

“Happy coincidence. I was looking for new law books about school. And also, a gift for your birthday.”

My heart stopped when he said he was looking a gift for my birthday. I sent him a month ago for his own birthday a scrap book from my last visit in London with pictures we took of each other of the different sights we visited, maybe a few sneaky ones in bed as well.

“You know you don’t have to buy me anything. A text or a call is more than enough.”

“I know, my love, but nonetheless I had to get you something. Thought it was better than anything else.”

“Surely not better than being with you or hearing your voice.”

After I managed to escape from his eyesight, I went back to my room to get changed for the night out me and the guys were about to have. We mutually agreed not to pull an all-nighter so we would be in time tomorrow for the play. With the chilly weather I was met today, I decided that along with my tight dark blue dress, a pair of see-through leggings would be more than ideal. I was on a call with the girls and as I was applying my red lipstick, a message popped up on my screen.

“Try not to catch a cold tonight babe.”

Such small messages declaring his love for me were everything I was asking for in a man and I am thankful they are parts of him. We weren’t in a proper relationship but to the people that didn’t know me very well like my friends, I was always saying “Oh I have a boyfriend, but he lives in the UK”, because he indeed was the closest things I had to one.

When I finally found the location of the club, I managed to easily spot my friends, and I was greeted with many drinks to pick from. Alcohol heaven for sure. I decided to refrain from drinking over 2 glasses so I could enjoy their company more sober than drunk and in case I needed to carry anyone back to their hotels.

After 2 hours all the girls found themselves dancing on the main floor to a remix of Jason Derulo and Lady Gaga, the dirtier the better. All the lights were flashing on our bodies and every man around us was raising their glasses to the way we were dancing. One certain man though wasn’t very pleased with the way I was dancing.

My vision was slightly blurry, but I could tell from the facial expression and the crossed arms that his blood was boiling and the more I was shaking my ass, the more he was ready to throw hands to the other men that were drooling over me and then grab me from the waist and drag me out of the club. I slowly stopped and was about to go sit down with the boys of my friend group, when I felt a sudden arm forcing me away from the couch.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Or were you not thinking at all?” his voice has risen an octave higher than the music and had shaken me to my core. He has never yelled at me.

“I was just dancing. There’s no need to yell at me.”

“Almost 50 men were one step away from getting on the dance floor and laying their hands on you. Do you call that ‘just dancing’?”

“I wasn’t dancing alone, and I wasn’t the only one dancing in that manner.”

“Do you think I care what the other girls do?”

“I still don’t get where all this possessiveness comes from? I get that we have a good time together, I love you and you love me, but we aren’t in a relationship. You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want.”

“You do whatever you want and yet you let me play with you whenever you’re near me. You never stop me. You haven’t slept with other men since we last met and you always talk about how much you are missing me. I only talk about you to my friends, and I refuse to go on dates knowing you’re in another country saving yourself. So, forgive me if I care about you even though I am not your boyfriend.”

As much as it pains me sometimes to admit, I would give anything for him to be my boyfriend. He is the only man I trust with my heart and body. I hadn’t fallen in love with another man ever since we first kissed back when I turned 18. So yes, I can complain as much as I want.

“Feeling better now? I have stopped dancing, and I will go home to wear my nun costume so no man in sight sees any possible skin from my body. Will this please you? Or should I cover my face as well?”

“What would please me is if I had you every day close to my body, wrapped inside my arms, kissing your every inch day and night, claim you as mine forever but god forbid, we are ever in the same place for at least 2 weeks.”

I do not hold back, and I grab his face into my palms and kiss him fiercely. Every time we kiss, I get more and more intoxicated. I am being drugged by the best possible addictive poison. My heart is filled to the very top and I do not desire anything else more in this world that having him kissing me until my breath is cut short.

His tongue dances with mine and the feeling of vodka mixed with gin burns my throat in a pleasing way. I can feel my lipstick being smudged all over his face and as my hands are wrapped around his neck, my leg finds its way around his waist to pull him closer to my body. Everything betrays his power on me as I can feel him growing against me and moaning softly.

“Not here. I need you all for myself. Where are you staying?”

In just a few minutes I find myself slammed against the shower wall, with the water covering both our bodies, extending the heat. His lips found their way on my neck and his fingers are playing with my hardened nipples. My mouth can’t possibly contain the ungodly moans that he is producing and fuck him nothing can ever top this.

“Say once more than you aren’t mine and I will stop being gentle with you.”

“I am so yours. No other man kisses me the way you do. No other man touches me the way you do.”

“No sweetheart, no other man is allowed to touch you. Get it?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Words barely are being phrased properly as I scream in pleasure when he softly bites my nipple after having bitted my collarbone. I have come to terms with the fact that I love it when he is biting me. It’s his way of showing that he loves me. I literally have no control of my body the moment he lays his kisses on me. Its absolutely beautiful.

“I love no one else but you. Oh, how I adore you.” I manage to mumble through the groans.

“What an angel you are. From the moment I met you I knew I was done. Oh, you are never leaving my grasp.”

“Then don’t make me leave. I can be yours, I am yours.”

He then proceeds to fall on his knees, so he can be met with my womanhood as he raised my leg over his shoulder for better view.

“Facetiming you will never compare to the real deal. Oh, my beauty.” And my hands instantly grab against his hair and pull then tightly as his tongue is toying with my wet core. Every inch of my body is trembling and I can’t physically stop moaning his name that by now even the neighbours are well aware of his existence.

“Be mine. Be mine forever. I will give you anything, all I want in return is you.”

“Don’t stop. Oh, I missed you. You take care of me better than anyone else.”

“I can’t go another 3 months without seeing you. Stay with me.”

“I love you but oh my, you know I can’t.”

“Be my girlfriend. Please let me be yours. Let me claim you as mine. Let me take care of you for the rest of your life.”

I look down on him as his lips detach from myself and the cold breeze of the shower hits me with an open mouth from the shock he just caused. I never in my life thought he would ask me to be his girlfriend. It made my heart shutter when I couldn’t have him years ago and now that I am given the chance, everything restored. All I could possibly ask for.

“You probably found the best timing in the world to ask me such question. At my most vulnerable.”

“Want me to ask you after I am finished eating you up darling?”

“I mean, no, my answer would be the very same.”

“Which is? Care to share with an impatient man?”

“A million times yes. Do you think I have spent all this money in visiting you for you to ask me that question and then say no? I would have been insane.”

“You kind of are insane.”

“Excuse me?”

“You go insane every time we kiss and then you drive me insane so we are even.”

“Insane boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Surely the perfect match.”

[deitripper]

I was one of the Chilean winners to meet Paul McCartney and go to his soundcheck. My experience.

Well fellas, it's been a long time since i posted here and what can i say, i just wanted to give u the good news! As u read it, i had the chance (next to other people, 9 great fellow fans) to hug paul and share few minutes with him (As i write this all what i experienced feels unreal) I'm the one wearing the sgt pepper's suit btw!

I don't remember too much about the whole day, but the soundcheck was AMAZING, he played temporary secretary, mrs Vanderbilt, Let em in and Coming up!!it was CRAZY. Bf the soundcheck was over we were taken to another place in the stadium where we waited few minutes, and we talked with Stuart Bell (((((i joked a bit with him about he having the dream job and the possibility of k1ll1ng someone to be part of Paul's team and he told me 'HOW!? IT WAS A SECRET I TOLD U! ))))😂 Stuart is Paul's tour manager and we met his photographer and cameraman.

To be brief, let's jump right into meeting Paul, where do i start??? HE'S THE MOST ADORABLE MAN EVER, as soon as i saw him my eyes turned into waterfalls, my heart skipped a beat and all the memories of me binge watching videos and interviews of The Beatles crashed in my head. He greeted all the other winners and i didn't notice i was almost the last one, i was so shocked, too paralyzed to even say something, other winners told me Paul said something like 'Oh darling come on' and i just went slowly as i could to be near him and get a hug. I swear won't forget that moment. I HUGGED A BEATLE LIKE WHAAAAAATTT THE ACTUALLL HECKKK!!!! He share few words with everyone while the cameraman recorded everything. I feel that we were with him like 5 minutes but they -believe when i tell you- FELT LIKE 2 SECONDS. Then we took an official photo with Paul (which i'm kinda sad to receive bc i know my sgt peppers suit was totally hide behind two other girls who won, but hey, i'm in the same pic with Paul and that's enough!!) and lastly i had the chance to show him a bit of my work, i ordered some badges and stickers with my Beatle illustrations that i put on my suit and explained him stuff that i can't remember right now :'( But this is what finally made me lost my mind (internally bc for everyone is was just crying) LISTEN LISTEN, HE SAID MY WORK WAS """IMPRESSIVE""" AND HE TOUCHED THE STICKER WITH THE JOHN LENNON PORTRAIT I HAD ON THE SUIT, HE- TOUCHED- ONE- OF- MY- PORTRAITS AND HE RECOGNIZED THAT IT WAS JOHN READING SPANIARD IN THE WORKS. FFS, as i write this i start to sob. Then in a rush we sang the spanish version of 'Besame Mucho" a.k.a Cha Cha Boom song 😂 and then we all said goodbye as we could, waving, screaming, and in my case, crying hard af.

I really really hope to have a chance too see him in concert again, i know that the chance to be THAT near to him again, a literally walking legend, is almost impossible (as impossible as it feel the first time) i know i'm a lucky girl, and my life changed just having the chance to be in the same room with him. I won't be over this, there's now way this feels less exciting over the years. I was one of the few people that had the opportunity to be to his side -even if it was for a minute- and nothing is going to change that.

I have big dreams ahead, and i hope i'm able to accomplish every one of them. After hugging Paul everything feels possible.

If you like my art, know that i feel more inspired than ever before and i hope u can follow me on this journey🩷

Love, Dei.🩷

Ps, all the winners and i are expecting the video of everything, so as soon i as get it i'll try to share all the bits where i'm interacting with Paul (i hope with my soul that our hug is recorded and that his team doesn't cut that while editing the clips)

[nephilejon]

a list of my rin okumura headcanons 💙

(in no particular order) (also there are spoilers)

ok smart fellas and fart smellas i have so many headcanons that i have finally decided to share today. this isnt gonna be like romantic stuff cause thats an oversaturated market. most of these headcanons are gonna about rin's life and stuff that i feel hasnt really been expanded upon :3

on that note, i love this man so much so here we go

-rin isn't used to his body after he first awakens. for the first few weeks, his tail causes him to have trouble balancing. at first, he finds that tucking it around his torso helps him find balance, but it becomes really uncomfortable after a while. basically the same feeling as one's back being hunched over for a long time, since his tail is connected to his spine. as he grows more comfortable with himself, he finds his center of balance and feels a lot better to have his tail free.

-as well as struggling with his new tail, rin constantly (and accidentally) bites his lips with his much sharper teeth. ouch

-rin's body temperature is slightly above average. he doesnt have to wear thick clothing during winter because he's already warm enough. when touched, his skin has a similar warmth to a hot cup of tea <3 or a pumpkin spice latte

-when he has leftovers he doesnt microwave them, instead he breathes a little bit of fire, just enough to heat the food up

-each time his hair turns white, his black hair ever so slightly gains white strands. when he notices it for the first time, he's insecure of it and plucks any white strands he sees. eventually it becomes too much so he starts dying his hair black.

- (this one is basically canon but whatever) rin's second awakening causes him to have 2 split personalities. like its not even demon related, he just straight up has a personality disorder now. after kurikara first breaks and he almost hurts his friends, and his big fight with yukio, he is constantly worried that his other self will come out at any time.

-hes embarrassed by his horns and doesnt like that theyre so small (go big or go home right?)

-if he practices, he can control any demonic element, like how satan fought everyone during the main fight.

-he has a strong relationship with the spirit element, due to being related to an azazel clone. he also has an affinity for time and space, as shown when he rips open the space where mephisto hid his heart

-he really loves making indian food and curries

-big fan of shonen jump, reads bleach, one piece, and tegami bachi

-pretends he doesnt, but he likes romance manga. favorites include: kamisama kiss inuyasha, blue flag, and many others

-thought his confession to shiemi would be like a romance manga

-he doesnt like wearing shoes

-since fully awakening, his body doesn't age. he will outlive his friends as well as yukio.

-he likes fishing

aaaand thats about it FOR NOWWWW! i have some other headcanons tucked away that i'll save for another post and ill also come up with some more. hope y'all like them 🦅✨

[agaypanic]

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Summary: The girls have been waiting for months to see Take That in Belfast. When a polar bear is on the loose and Mary forbids them from going, they have to take matters into their own hands.

A/N: only took a million years but i finally wrote a new part lol BIG thanks to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the episode’s script for me, without them I probably would’ve never found the time to be able to write this. Also the word g*psy is censored and used as little as possible because it’s considered a slur but some say that if you say it with the right context it’s ok, but i don’t wanna take any chances, you know?

***

The weekends were always the best part of the week for Y/n. No school or work, no obligations except for church on Sunday, and being able to sleep in late. Y/n wished to be an adult, so her life could be like this every day.

But this was going to be the weekend of all weekends. Months ago, the girls and James scrimped and saved every coin and bill and were able to buy concert tickets to see Take That in Belfast. And today was the day of the concert. The girls sat all squished together on the couch, watching said band on the TV, with James perched on the arm of the sofa, subtly clinging to Y/n. Their relationship was still a secret somehow, today marking their third month together. They were honestly surprised nobody noticed how their affection was more than friendly.

“God Almighty.” Grandpa Joe spoke in horror, glaring at the screen. “I don’t know what the world is coming to. Bloody perverts.”

“You’re overreacting, Da,” Mary said from the kitchen. Joe scoffed in disbelief.

“Overreacting? That lad’s got no trousers on, for Christ’s sake.” Michelle grinned at the detail that had been pointed out.

“He’s wearing too much still, if I’ve anything to say about it.” She muttered to the girls, who giggled apart from James and Clare.

“Why do they keep touching themselves?” Grandpa Joe asked the telly, as if it would provide any answers.

“‘Cause they’re artists, Granda,” Erin said, but he just grumbled.

“Dirty English bastards is what they are.” He turned to look at James. “No offense, son.” Although he didn’t really sound like he cared whether or not he had offended the boy. Y/n patted James’ thigh in comfort as the scene on the TV changed from the girls’ beloved boy band to a news anchor. 

“Come on, girls. Time to hit the road here.” Gerry announced as he came in. He gestured at James. “Have they roped you into going as well, son?” Y/n laughed, leaning against James to look at her father.

“Hardly. He’s practically riding Gary Barlow. Aren’t ya, Jamie?” He rolled his eyes at the statement, as if they had had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“I’m not! I just respect him as a songwriter, that’s all.” Michelle rolled her eyes at him, as if she had also had this kind of conversation a hundred times.

“Aye, dead on, James, so you do.”

“Will we need our passports, Gerry?” Orla asked, giving her lungs a break from blowing on her mother’s spray tan.

“For Belfast? I don’t think so, Love.”

“Belfast?” Joe asked, but was ignored.

“Are we not a bit early, Daddy?” Erin asked, checking the time on the wall.

“It’s a two-hour drive with traffic, love.”

“This thing’s in Belfast?” Sick of not being acknowledged, Grandpa Joe stood from his favorite chair to stand with the girls and Gerry.

“Da, it’s eight hours till the doors open,” Y/n said, almost laughing at her father’s sense of urgency.

“I know. We’re cutting it fine.” He seemed completely serious about the matter, which just made Y/n want to laugh more.

“Belfast?” Joe said again, now effectively catching the room’s attention. “Sure, why didn’t you just sell the wains into white slavery and be done with it?”

“Gerry will be with them, Da.” Mary tried to reason, but that just seemed to set him off even more.

“Well, that’s worse. Sure, they hate his kind there.”

“My kind?” Gerry asked, not knowing what Joe could possibly be talking about.

“Pricks.” Y/n laughed, shrinking in her seat when Gerry whipped around to look at his daughter in offense. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That is enough!” Mary finalized, still working in the kitchen. “They’re going to the concert, Da, and that’s the end of the matter.”

The news switched to another topic again. Something about how a polar bear escaped from Belfast Zoo. Hearing the name, Y/n started to worry.

“Now, will you see sense?” Grandpa Joe asked his daughter, pointing at the TV. Erin snorted.

“Aye, Granda, ‘cause an escaped polar bear’s gonna track us down and kill us. As if Mammy’s bothered by that.” There was a beat of silence, and suddenly, all the girls were panicked.

“Wise up, Mammy!” Y/n squealed frantically, shooting up from her seat on the couch to get a good look at her mother. “As if a polar bear’s gonna rock up a Take That concert!”

“He wouldn’t get a ticket for a start,” Orla added. “They sold out months ago.”

“You’d be surprised, girls,” Mary said.

“The concert’s nowhere near the zoo.” Gerry tried to reason. As usual, Joe countered him.

“But he’s not in the zoo anymore, is he, Simple Simon? He’s sauntering about Belfast without a care in the world!”

“Aye, keep up, Gerry,” Sarah said, blowing on the wet tan that coated her fingers. 

“What I’m saying is that it would be quite a lot of ground for him to cover.”

“They’re quick on their feet when they wanna be, love,” Mary said. Y/n sped to her father, grabbing him by the shoulders to make him face her.

“Daddy, please, don’t listen to her.” She pleaded. “We should go now so we’re not late. Please, Da!” Gerry put his hands on his daughter’s wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the joints while giving her a sympathetic look.

“Oh, love, I’m sorry, but I’d rather keep my head.”

“Come on, Mary.” Michelle pleaded with the girl’s mother. “If you don’t let Y/n and Erin go, then our ma’s won’t let us go.”

“Well, neither they should, and I’ll be ringing them to say as much.” The teens looked at Mary in despair as she went to the phone, likely to ring everyone’s mothers. While dialing, Mary looked back to the living room. “Look, girls, I know how much you were looking forward to seeing This and That.”

“Take That.” Erin corrected.

“But there’ll be other concerts.” Y/n laughed humorlessly, resting her head on her father’s shoulder momentarily before letting go of him completely. 

“No, there won’t.” She felt hysterical. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Months of looking forward to this concert just to be banned by her mother because of a polar bear. Only something like this would happen to her. “The fact that this one’s happening is a miracle ‘cause no one good comes here ‘cause we all keep killing each other!” James shifted on the arm of the couch to make room for Y/n to sit next to him. He rubbed her back as she leaned against him for support, devastated.

“And now we’re overrun with polar bears.” Sarah sighed, pulling out a cig.

Frustrated, Y/n stormed up to her room, the girls and James close behind. They had found her face down on her bed, screaming into a pillow. James sat beside her, pulling the pillow out of her grasp before she could suffocate herself. While everyone settled in Y/n’s room, she rested her head on James’ thigh. Her anger and sadness were slowly washing away from James rubbing her back.

“This is so fucking unfair.” She muttered.

“I know,” James responded, brushing hair out of her face.

“Well, I dunno about you lot, but I’m not letting that fat furry fuck ruin the biggest day of my life,” Michelle announced harshly, pacing the floor.

“What can we do?” Erin asked, lying across her sister’s legs.

“Right, listen, girls.” Michelle drew their attention. They hoped that she had come up with a plan to save the day, but were quickly let down. “I’ve never told anyone this before, but… sometimes, when Robbie’s being interviewed, it’s like he’s sending me messages through the TV. You know, like telepathically or whatever, It’s like he’s saying…” She sighed, clearly in a dreamy daze. “We’re meant to be together.”

Everyone stared at her.

“Aye, maybe don’t tell that to anyone again, Michelle,” Erin said. “Ever.”

“I think she might be more cracked than Orla,” Y/n muttered to James, who snorted.

“What?” Orla looked at Y/n after hearing her name.

“Nothing, love.”

“Look, this is too important,” Michelle said. “I’m going to that concert. I’m not afraid of a fucking polar bear!” Everyone enthusiastically agreed. They shouldn’t pay mind to a random bear or what their parents have to say about anything. Nothing would stop the girls and James from seeing Take That.

“I’ll kill it with me own two hands, if I have to.” Orla declared. 

“Bring it on!” Erin egged on.

“Okay. We seem to have gone down a weird road here, people. I think we just got a bit confused.” Ever the realist and anxiety-riddled girl, Clare tried stopping her friends from the odd discussion. “We don’t actually have to fight a polar bear, and if we did, I wouldn’t fancy our chances because, well, they’re massive.” Orla looked around, confused.

“But there’s six of us.”

“Aye, I think we’d have a real chance,” Y/n said, albeit slightly sarcastically.

“The point is, the polar bear’s not the one stopping us from going to the concert. It’s our mothers, and we’ll never get them to change their minds.” Y/n gasped, sitting up suddenly, seeming to have an idea.

“So we fight Mammy.”

“No, definitely not.” James shot down the idea immediately and welcomed his once again pouty girlfriend to rest in his lap. Michelle leaned toward the group like she was gonna tell them a secret.

“We’re not gonna try and change their minds.” She smirked, and everyone became slightly fearful because Michelle always had less than bright ideas that she’d have them execute. “We’re gonna do something else.” 

“What?” James asked.

***

“I’m still trying to figure out whether or not this is a good idea,” Y/n muttered to James, who she clung to while sitting on his lap. Michelle had somehow convinced everyone to sneak away and get on a bus to Belfast. The group sat in the back of the bus to avoid anyone who may be suspicious of six teenagers traveling by themselves. There wasn’t enough seating for all six of them to sit together, so everyone squished together, and Y/n sat on James’ lap. No one said anything about it besides the comment from Michelle about how James must be giddy to be so close to a girl. He told her to fuck off.

“Same here.” He sighed, hands gripping her closer as the bus crossed a few bumps on the road.

“We’re gonna get caught; I just know it,” Clare said anxiously to the group.

“We’re not gonna get caught, Clare, because as far as our ma’s are concerned, me, you, and James are ’round Erin’s, and Erin, Y/n, and Orla are ’round mine,” Michelle explained, trying to calm Clare down.

“But we’re not ’round yours, Michelle,” Orla responded, confused. “We’re on the bus to Belfast.” 

“Christ.” Y/n rolled her eyes, having heard her cousin say this multiple times since they left the house.

“I cannot explain it to her again. I’m gonna scream.” Michelle looked away from Orla, probably because she would strangle her if she had to deal with the confusion for another second.

“What’s in the suitcase, Michelle?” James asked, staring at the case his cousin had set on the remaining seat near the group. Y/n could’ve sat there, but Michelle wanted a close eye on whatever was in the suitcase without holding it in case they got caught. Everyone stared, curiously waiting for an answer. There was a beat of silence.

“Vodka.” You brought an entire suitcase full of vodka?” Erin asked incredulously.

“Jesus, Michelle, you’ve got a problem,” Y/n added.

“No. There’s mixers as well. I’m not a savage.” Michelle took a second to think, looking down at the case. “You can mix vodka with cider, right?”

“God, I am boiling.” Clare sighed, fanning her face.

“Gee, I wonder why, Clare.” Y/n laughed, looking at her friend who was completely bundled in jackets and scarves.

“What are you wearing?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, you look like a fucking Provo.”

“I don’t want anyone recognizing me, okay?” The bus paused its venture, opening the doors for people to come in and out.

“No one’s gonna recognize you, Clare.” Michelle chastised.

“Clare Devlin, is that you?” Panic ran through everyone. The voice sounded very familiar and fear-inducing. The girls looked towards the front. Sister Michael was moving past the seats and right for them.

“Jesus Christ.” Clare squeaked, trying to hide in her mountain of clothes. Erin leaned into her.

“Relax, Clare.” She said. “She has no authority over us at the weekend. She has no right to question us, and if she tries to, I’ll tell her as much.”

“Aye, I’d like to see you try, Erin.” Y/n hissed to her sister before Sister Michael reached the group.

“Morning, girls.” She said.

“Morning, Sister Michael.” Everyone said in unison.

“What takes you to Belfast?” There was a heavy pause. The girls were silently trying to decide who would speak and what they would say. Erin volunteered herself, speaking quietly from nervousness.

“I’m not really sure that’s-”

“Speak up.” Sister Michael interrupted her. Erin gulped.

“I’m not really sure that that’s any of your business…” Sister Michael stared blankly at her. Everyone waited for her to jump and murder Erin for saying such a thing. Soon, she found words.

“I’m going to assume that was an ill-judged attempt at humor, Miss Quinn.”

“Yes,” Erin whispered, sinking into her seat. Y/n silently prayed that the bus would start moving so Sister Michael would be forced to leave and find a seat somewhere. But God never seemed too kind to the girls.

“Now, answer the question.”

“... We’re going to the museum.” Erin devised a good lie; the girls just hoped they could keep up with the inevitable follow-up questions.

“Which museum?”

“Ulster Museum,” Clare answered.

“What for?”

“A project,” James responded.

“A history project.” Y/n amended. Sister Michael looked at the two. It seemed like she was about to ask why Y/n was in James’ lap, but she decided against it, not wanting to go through the trouble.

“What about?”

“Ulster,” Erin answered once again. Sister Michael gave an unconvinced hum and turned around to find a place to sit. Everyone sighed in relief as the bus started to move again.

“A history project,” Clare said in disbelief. “This web of lies we’re spinning is getting out of control now, girls.” Y/n put a hand on her friend’s shoulder to take her attention.

“If it makes you feel any better, Clare, I actually have a history project due soon.”

“I thought we finished that,” James said quietly to her. She turned to him.

“Yeah, but now I’ve gotta put it all together.”

“It’s grand, Clare,” Michelle said, rolling her eyes at Clare’s constant anxiousness. “I think she bought it.”

“Of course, she didn’t buy it. She’s onto us, I’m telling you. Oh God, I’m sweltering here.”

“Then take it off,” Erin said.

“I can’t take it off; I’ve nothing underneath it.” Everyone paused, looking at her confused.

“What, not even a bra?” Erin asked.

“Jesus, Clare, you’ve no bra on?” Michelle asked incredulously.

“I haven’t got a bra on,” Orla commented.

“Aye, me neither,” Y/n said.

“What?” James practically choked. Suddenly aware of his girlfriend’s body and this new information, he moved his hands down to sit at her hips. Y/n shrugged.

“They dig.”

“What’s she doing now?” Clare asked, and everyone looked at Sister Michael, who sat a few rows ahead of them. She was reading a book, laughing every now and then.

“Reading her book,” James answered, as if they all couldn’t see it. She suddenly turned to the woman in the seat next to her. She had a look of disgust while the woman ate a sandwich. “Now she’s looking at the woman beside her.” Sister Michael stood from her seat. “Now she’s getting up.” She moved towards the back of the bus, closing in on the girls. “Now she’s coming this way.” Soon enough, Sister Michael stood before the group, staring at them. “Now she’s standing right in front of us.”

“What’s he doing?” Sister Michael asked, looking weirdly at James.

“Now she’s-” James’ words were halted by Y/n putting a finger to his lips.

“Stop narrating, Jamie.”

“I want to sit here.” Sister Michael said with finality, pointing to where Michelle’s suitcase sat. Michelle started to panic.

“What? Why?”

“Well, you’re just such wonderful company, girls, what with your stimulating conversation and razor-sharp wit.” Everyone knew she was being sarcastic. Except for Erin.

“Really?” She asked, seemingly flattered. Sister Michael rolled her eyes.

“No, not really. The woman next to me is eating an egg and onion sandwich, and the smell is enough to turn an Orange March.” The girls cringed at the description. Sister Michael grabbed the suitcase, trying to move it. But she was evidently struggling. “Christ, but this is heavy.”

“Sister, no, let me,” Michelle said, leaning over to grab the case.

“What do you have in here, girls?”

“It’s not ours!” Clare quickly responded with a shriek. Everyone glared at her lie.

“Not yours?”

“We have never seen it before in our lives, have we, girls?” It was better to just agree, so that’s what the girls did. They nodded, giving different mutters of confirmation. 

Sister Michael turned to look at everyone else on the bus.

“Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention, please?” She raised her voice to get everyone to listen. Confused, the passengers looked at her while she pointed to Michelle’s suitcase. “Does anyone own this red suitcase?” No one claimed it. “Now, let me be clear. No one can claim this bag, is that correct?” Everyone confirmed her question. She looked down at the suitcase. “I think we have a Code Red on our hands. Driver, pull over!”

***

The girls were definitely fucked. Everyone had to evacuate the bus while they waited for the military to come and extract the suitcase. Now, a crowd watched as a military robot examined the case.

“Jesus Christ!” Clare squeaked in a panic.

“Aye, this isn’t great,” Erin said, watching the commotion. Michelle shrugged.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“They’re about to blow up an entire suitcase of vodka, Michelle.” 

As Michelle and Erin quietly argued, Y/n leaned into James’ ear.

“And here I thought Clare’s paranoia would be our biggest problem.” James rested his head on Y/n’s, eyeing the situation in front of him in disbelief.

“Why is this place so mental?” He asked. Michelle scoffed.

“That’s enough, James. You have serious fucking anger management issues. Do you know that?” Before anyone could give a rebuttal, there was an explosion. The robot had successfully eliminated the threat in the red suitcase, which was the girls’ ticket to a good time.

There were lots of talks among the soldiers over the radio. The girls silently celebrated when one said they could pack everything up. Soon enough, they’d be back on the way to Belfast.

“Powerful smell of vodka down here, over.” The girls froze in their places as they heard the soldier over the radio. God really did seem to have it out for the teens.

“Vodka, did he say?” Sister Michael asked, slowly turning to her students. “Interesting.” The girls gave her nervous smiles. Suddenly, Y/n pointed over Sister Michael’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, Sister! What’s over there?!” Sister Michael whipped around, and Y/n made a break for it. All of her friends followed after her. 

They ran like hell, not knowing where they were going. After a while of wandering around, they slowed to a walk down a dirt road, all trying to catch their breath. The girls debated whether or not they could reach Belfast on foot, especially with that polar bear on the loose. But the conversation dwindled as some men came into view on the side of the road.

“Is it just me, or is that g*psy an absolute ride?”

“As usual, I think it’s just you, Michelle,” Y/n said, groaning at her sore legs.

“Michelle, you cannot say that.” Erin scolded.

“What?”

“They’re called ‘travelers now. Y’can’t say ‘g*psy’ anymore. It’s insulting.”

“Okay, but you just said it, Erin.” Y/n pointed out. Michelle and Erin continued arguing over the correct word to use for the men. It continued for a while, and only stopped when they had gotten closer to the men.

“Howya, girls.” One of them said, with a bit of a slurred speech. The girls politely greeted him and continued walking. They got a few feet past them when the one who greeted them started calling after them. “Hey, hold on.”

“What does he want?” Clare asked in a panic.

“I don’t know,” Erin replied, just as nervous.

“I’m talking to you!” The man shouted. The girls ignored him, but he kept walking after them. “Hey, are you deaf or what?”

“Just keep going.” Y/n urged her friends, grabbing James’ hand to yank him along while she pushed her tired body to go faster. The teens started walking more quickly, and soon enough, the shouting man and his friends were all tailing after them. 

“Get back here!”

“Faster. Walk faster.”

“Am I gonna have to come after you, am I?”

“Jesus Christ, he’s following us,” James muttered, now being the one to pull Y/n further.

“Run!” Y/n yelped, breaking into a sprint and out of James’ grip because the sudden change in pace had caught him off guard. Everyone ran after her, the teens to catch up with Y/n and the travelers to catch up with the teens. The girls were terrified, except for Orla, of course, who could always find the fun in a fucked up situation.

“Piss off!” Erin went to the edge of the dirt road and came back to the strange men waving a giant stick around. They backed up in alarm, and the girls stopped to stand behind Erin.

Except for Y/n, who was still running like hell. James yelled for her, but she couldn’t hear him over the thumping of her feet and heart. She didn’t even notice that her friends had all been left in the dust behind her.

“Jesus fuck!” Y/n screeched when she was grabbed suddenly by the shoulders and yanked back into someone’s chest. The person who caught her breathed heavily, slightly using her as a crutch. Y/n immediately recognized the whines and groans of exhaustion and smacked the man in the arm. “Scared the fuck out of me, James.”

“I know, ‘m sorry.” James brought her closer to him, back pressed against his chest as he rubbed her arms up and down to comfort her. “Can’t run off like that, love. Could’ve lost you.”

“Sorry.” She apologized sheepishly, and James kissed her head to show she shouldn’t be. When the couple regained strength, they turned around and started walking back to the group that was currently arguing with the strange couple of men when they abruptly ran to the side of the dirt road. A van sped past them as if they weren’t even there, honking the horn and stopping in front of the stand-off of travelers and teenage girls. Y/n and James hesitantly watched, not knowing what was happening.

Soon, Erin stuck her head out from behind the van so her sister was in her view. She waved her over frantically.

“Y/n, come on!” Erin then disappeared, likely into the strange van. Knowing everyone else was probably in there, and not wanting to be left stranded, Y/n broke out into another sprint, leaving James in the dust once again.

“Not again.” He mumbled.

***

When Y/n had snuck away from her family and hopped on a bus to Belfast with her friends, she obviously didn’t expect the bus plan to go to shit, and she and her buddies would be riding around in someone’s van. Yet here she was, jostling around in the back, surrounded by half-assed Take That shirts. Erin was trying to converse with the driver; Rita was apparently her name. Meanwhile, Michelle hogged a cardboard cut-out of Robbie Williams, and Clare and Orla were sifting through all the different merchandise.

“Robie?” Clare said to herself as she held up one of the shirts to look at before frantically digging through the rest of the boxes. In the driver’s seat, Rita seemed to have some type of drunken meltdown. Clare turned to Y/n, panicked like always. “Y/n, what are we gonna do?”

“Pray.”

“She’s spelt ‘Robbie’ wrong on every single t-shirt.”

“Huh?” 

“How are we gonna break it to her?” Y/n snorted. That was not what she expected her dear friend to be worried about.

“Clare, we’re being driven around by some crazy tipsy woman, and I bet she doesn’t even know which direction Belfast is in. And yet you’re worried about a spelling mistake?”

“I find it disturbing.”

“I find your priorities disturbing.” Rita continued talking in her drunken, weepy state, leading to another discussion between Erin and Michelle about the correct label to use for the intimidating men they had run into.

But everything was cut short by the van ramming into something, causing everyone to jerk forward. There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to figure out what had just happened.

“Jesus Christ.” Michelle groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up.

“What was that?” Erin asked no one in particular.

“Did we hit something?” 

Orla opened the sliding door of the van and stuck her head out. Everyone heard a gasp of both surprise and delight.

“Oh my God, it’s the polar bear!” The sentence made everyone, excluding Rita, who smoked her cigarette in the driver’s seat, jump out of the van and surround the body. 

“Orla, this is not a bloody polar bear.” Y/n sneered, looking down at the dead sheep that lay before her feet. Everyone slowly looked over at her.

“You’re soundin’ like James,” Michelle said in slight disgust.

“Shut up.”

“Get it shifted, girls!” Rita commanded from the van, taking another drag. Reluctantly, the girls grabbed the sheep carcass and tried carrying it to the side of the road to clear their path. There was a lot more struggling than they intended.

“Why’s it so heavy?” Erin said with a strained voice. “Aren’t they meant to be ninety percent wool?”

“Just put your back into it. The sooner this is done, the sooner we’re back in the van and on our way to see Robbie.”

“Shut it about Robbie, Michelle!” Y/n groaned, trying to pull the sheep. There was much more arguing, and after a very short while, the girls decided they were officially over this task.

“Fuck this!” Michelle shouted. “Let’s just make James do it, the lazy bastard!” Everyone dropped the sheep on the ground and waited for James to do all the work.

But he never did. It was just the girls on an empty road with a dead sheep and a crazy woman. 

“Wh… Where is James?” Clare asked, looking around, hoping he’d suddenly pop out of a bush or something. 

Y/n thought long and hard. She might have been the last one to be with James. Backtracking to her last known moments with James, Y/n gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. The girls looked at her expectantly, waiting to find out where he was. Her response was an embarrassed and horrified whisper.

“I left him with the travelers.”

***

It took much persuasion, mainly for Michelle, but the girls had gotten Rita to go back for James. It was primarily the revelation that James was the one who had the concert tickets. After a long drive, the van skidded to a stop in front of the traveler’s stands of vegetables and fruits. James was among the men, helping them. Y/n yanked the van door open, relieved that her boyfriend hadn’t been mugged or stranded or something else of the sort.

“James!” She yelled in delight, immediately catching his attention. He grinned but stayed stuck in his place.

“What are you playing at? Get in the van, fucko.” Michelle commanded, less thrilled to see James than Y/n was. The man who first chased the girls put a hand on James’ shoulder.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, James.”

“With all due respect, this has nothing to do with you.”

“Yeah!” Y/n added, desperately waiting for her boyfriend to get into the van.

“The way you treat this fella, it’s disgraceful.” The traveler reprimanded.

“Fucking excuse me?” Y/n felt beyond insulted.

“What’s going on, James?” Michelle asked.

“Jonjo and the lads…” James looked at said lads with a smile. “They just get me. And it turns out, I’m a really good salesman.”

“He’s a natural,” Jonjo said.

“So, what, you’re a g*psy now?” Michelle asked, clearly thinking this was an unfunny prank.

“Traveler.” Erin and Y/n corrected in unison, Erin louder than her sister.

“Actually, g*psy’s fine,” Jonjo said. Michelle smirked, finally being able to prove to Erin that she was right. Rita yelled at everyone to hurry up, and Michelle nodded.

“Right, get in the van, come on. And do not test me ’cause we’ve already missed PJ and Duncan.”

“Is that who was supporting them?” Clare asked. When confirmed, she pouted. “Oh, I really like them!”

“I’m not leaving, Michelle,” James said with finality.

Y/n sighed, stepping out of the van. The tense gaze James had for his cousin softened when his girlfriend walked up to him.

“Not even for Gary Barlow, Jamie?” Y/n knew she made the right move because now James looked unsure of himself.

“I don’t really rate him as a, as a songwriter, y’know?” Jonjo said. The horrified look James suddenly had painted on his face made Y/n smile, both because she knew that the girls would now be leaving with him and because he looked so adorable. 

James took off his fanny pack and handed it to Jonjo in disappointment, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry, Jonjo, but you’ve just crossed the line there.” 

Y/n wrapped an arm around James’ back and guided his sad self to the van, where the door was just behind them. She brought him to the back of the van so he could mope a bit in peace. The girls all talked excitedly amongst themselves about the concert.

“I’m sorry I stranded you,” Y/n said quietly, moving her hand down James’ back to squeeze his hand. He squeezed it back and smiled softly down at her.

“I’m just glad you came back.”

“Of course, I came back. You have the concert tickets.” James shoved Y/n away and couldn’t hide the growing grin from hearing her laugh. “Kidding, kidding.”

After a long drive, long lines, and a big fight to get to the barricade, the Derry girls were finally able to enjoy Take That in all its glory. They screamed the lyrics, jumped to the beat, and danced all together in excitement. They didn’t care about the consequences when they would get home to their parents, who were probably worried sick. They didn’t worry about how they’d get home that night. All that mattered was that they were currently in the presence of one of their favorite bands of all time.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, the excitement winded down a bit as a piano intro played. Y/n squealed, tugging on James’ sleeve, as she recognized what was dubbed as her and James’ song, A Million Love Songs. James grinned at her excitement.

“Oh my God! I have something for you!” Y/n exclaimed over the music, digging around in her pockets. James looked down curiously as she brought out a folded piece of paper. “If it’s bad, you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“What is it?” James leaned down so he was closer to eye level with Y/n, making her blush. She pinched the edge of the paper, creasing it a bit.

“Do you remember when Erin became magazine editor, and we were going through those essays and… and Michelle found mine?” James nodded, remembering the day clearly because he was devastated when he heard the title of her little essay. “Well, I figured, since it’s our third month together and all… I wanted to give it to you.” He was gentle when taking the paper from her, so incredibly curious about what she had written. “Especially since my fancy isn’t so one-sided as I thought.”

All Y/n could focus on was the beautiful song in the background and the beautiful boy in front of her, reading words that had come straight from her heart when she thought her love for James was just a hopeless crush. She didn’t know if it was a good sign, seeing him become more flustered and blushy as he read on. When he was finished, he slowly and carefully folded the paper back up while Take That started to play a more energetic song.

“Again, you can’t make fun of me if it’s bad!” Y/n shouted over the noise. “I know Erin’s the writer or whatever, but- oof!” She was interrupted by James pulling her to his chest, arms wrapped tight around her and face buried in the crook of her neck. She immediately returned the affections. 

“It’s amazing.” He said in her ear. “Amazing, and lovely, and perfect. Just like the girl who wrote it.” Unable to help herself, Y/n brought James’ face to hers and kissed him with such passion, a passion he reciprocated instantly. It was as if it was only them existing at that moment.

Of course, it wasn’t. Clare would later tease and squeal at the two and interrogate them about when they had finally gotten together and why they didn’t tell her. Too enamored with the men just feet away from them, the rest of the girls didn’t even notice the couple.

And somewhere in Derry, while the rest of her family was fighting, Y/n’s father Gerry smiled fondly at his television where he saw his daughter having the time of her life at a Take That concert with her best friends and boyfriend. A boyfriend he’d absolutely be asking her about in private when he had the chance.

~~~

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[roseofhybrids]

i put a microphone near your face

how are you feeling after that md stuff huh

Well, the fact that it'll be the end of the series makes it a bit bittersweet, but it had to end at some point. If the story can be told in 8 episodes then so be it. 8 is a lot more than what I had a little over a year ago when I first decided to watch it

I've been invested in quite a few projects that I've never seen get a conclusion to (mostly webcomics, so so many unfinished webcomics). Which is probably where I got the patience to wait as long as I do for these sorts of things. It's easy to wait a few months for an episode to air after waiting multiple years for things that never came to be

Having an ending is much better than the limbo of always being stuck somewhere in the middle, just being left to wonder forever what was meant to happen. So I'm overjoyed that we'll get to see this story get a proper ending

But it is still bittersweet. The show will end, and for a lot of people that means the fandom ending too. I don't believe that's the case, no matter how old something is or how long it's been over for, I see no reason to stop getting as invested as one does with a brand-new piece of media. But still, not everyone can stick around forever. So I'm preparing myself for people to move on. It's sad, but as inevitable as the show itself ending. No matter how long-lasting a fandom, members will move on to other things eventually. Personally, I don't see myself stopping the fan art any time soon. I've never had a reaction to a show like this before. I've gotten really invested in things the same way before, but all those instances it eventually died down after a few weeks and I could stop binge-watching/reading the thing over and over and just be normal about it.

Murder Drones on the other hand. It's been well over a year at this point. I managed to pull my shit together after two weeks like I usually do, but a fraction of the intensity lingered. Now I'm here, with 109 post tagged "murder drones fanart" and 623 just tagged "murder drones" according to the Tumblr archive

I still get giddy rewatching the episodes, still have a long ever-growing list of drawing ideas, still think about the little robots on a daily basis. So yeah, I think I might just be stuck like this the same way I'm stuck forever liking animals, ghosts, and roller coasters. Eventually I'll have to get back to drawing my own characters and one day make my own comics and such. But as things stand, I can see myself still drawing MD art for years. One can only hope I can balance the two out

So yeah, how I'm feeling, Excitement for another episode and finally seeing how this all ends. Dread for the inevitable change, not looking forward to that part, (the joys of living with an anxiety disorder am I right fellas? c'est la vie, c'est la mort) and just a touch of nausea, because this is a lot of excitement after just waking up

so anyhow, gunna go watch the trailer on repeat a couple times and then see if I can't calm myself down a bit afterward

[writeroutoftime]

a secret language

pairing: 1940s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: flower shop au - when bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you're enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts "you aren't over her, are you?/not even close")

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

words: 2k

a/n: a very very late entry for @ghostofskywalker's writing challenge from last year lol. when I saw the prompts for this challenge this was the first thought that came to mind. but life and writer's block gets in the way. now I know it’s not actually going on anymore but I just wanted to get this out, better late than never right? plus, I'm so excited for my first flower shop au! please enjoy!!

oOoOo

Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of New York City was a cozy flower shop, hidden in plain sight on the streets of Brooklyn. Most New Yorkers buzzed past the faded, yellow building without a second glance, too caught up in their own mind to notice. Those who did take the time to venture in, however, found a beautiful secret garden in the heart of a concrete city. A warm and cozy oasis for those that crossed the threshold. Who would have thought your life would have changed so drastically with one fateful customer?

oOoOo

The bell above the door jingled merrily followed by the thud of hurried footsteps. "I'll be with you in just a moment." you shouted over your shoulder, placing the finishing touches on the bouquet in front of you.

Finally satisfied, you turned to face your newest customer and found your breath drawn from your body. The slight crack of electricity in the air didn’t escape your notice. Shiny blue eyes met your own and a lopsided smile graced your sight. In that moment, you were thankful for the counter between you to hide the slight shake of your knees. You quickly gathered your bearings and wiped your hands against your apron, offering a soft smile to the man in front of you.

“Hello. How may I help you today?”

“Hi, doll.” he spoke as his foot bounced nervously against the tiled floor. "I'm, uh, looking for some flowers for my Ma. You see it's her birthday today and I, uh, kinda -"

"Forgot?" you filled in, hiding your smile as best as you could. The man in front of you hung his head sheepishly at your words but nodded his head. "Well, you've come to the right place." you gestured to the bouquets of flowers around the shop. "What kind of flowers does your mother like?"

The man’s brows furrowed, and his mouth opened like he was going to say something, but simply grasped for straws instead. "The...pink ones?"

It was at that moment you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, despite your best efforts at professionalism. “What?” the man asked, flushing slightly, though he laughed along with you.

“I’m sorry, but the pink ones? I’ll take it you don’t know much about flowers, do you?” you asked.

“You caught me, doll.” he smirked. “Mind helpin’ a fella out?” he asked, flashing you another charming grin.

Holding up one finger, you turned your back once more and began to create a simple, yet beautiful bouquet. Buzzing around your shop you grabbed some orchids, a few peonies, tied together with a touch of baby’s breath. Gently wrapping the flowers in brown paper, you smiled proudly at your creation before turning back to the eagerly waiting man.

“Violia!” you presented, holding out the bouquet, waiting to see his reaction.

The man took the bouquet carefully from your hands and looked at you with a dazzling smile. “These are just wonderful. Much better than the “pink ones” I suggested.”

“You’ve got orchids for love, peonies for honor, and some baby’s breath to tie it all together.” you explained, pointing out each flower as you went.

“Well, I’ll be. I had no idea that flowers could have so much meaning, but I’m glad I had such a pretty teacher to introduce me.” he flirted. “How much for the bouquet?”

Though he seemed to be like a heartbreaker, there was something about his tone that seemed rather genuine, you named your price. “Discounted for a first-time costumer, in exchange for your name, of course.” you giggled.

Rather taken aback by your charm, the stranger answered. “James, but most people call me Bucky. And you are?”

“y/n.” you answered softly, silently repeating his name over and over in your head.  

Grinning like the Chesire Cat, Bucky took hold of his bouquet, offered you a wink, and headed out the door, throwing a “See ya, ‘round, y/n.” over his shoulder.

You decided you quite liked the way your name sounded on his lips.

The next day proved to be rather quiet, only the occasional customer every few hours. Broom in hand, you spent some time tidying up the shop when Bucky burst through your door, a grateful smile on his face. “Hey there, doll. Just wanted to say that my Ma loved the flowers, so thank you again for saving me.”

Bashfully, you looked at the floor then up at Bucky. “Well, it’s my job and my pleasure. Glad I could help bring your mother some joy on her special day.”

There was a small silence that followed as Bucky took in your shop and all the flowers that sprouted from every corner. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, looked rather disappointed, and tried again. “So, uh, you mentioned all these flowers having meaning. What would you recommend getting a gal you’re trying to impress?” he asked, and your heart fell to the floor.

Of course, this handsome stranger would already have his eyes on someone. They were probably sweet and lovely and knew how to flirt with handsome men. As best you could, you swallowed the hurt and pushed forward. “Well, you could go with roses, but that’s a bit cliché and you may be coming on too strong. You could also go with sunflowers for loyalty.” you suggested.

“Then I’ll have one of your finest sunflowers.” Bucky decided, leaning against the counter with a smile as he watched you flitter about the shop preparing his order. “Thanks, doll.” he said when you handed him the flower.

As he turned to walk out the door, you watched Bucky pause for a moment as though he was thinking, but ultimately kept going. Leaving you only with the jingle of the bell and the ache of your heart.

oOoOo

This was a pattern that continued for the next few weeks. Every Thursday during lunch, you looked forward to seeing Bucky walk through your shop doors with that same cocky grin. The two of you settled into a routine that consisted of him greeting you sweetly before asking for yet another flower recommendation for Bucky’s mysterious girl.

Each week you couldn’t believe this girl had yet to accept Bucky’s advances. Was she blind or something? And you weren’t just talking about her looks. Over the weeks, you also got to know about Bucky bit by bit. You learned about his family and Steve. About his hopes, his dreams, and you knew deep down he truly was a wonderful person. And because of that, you wanted the best for him and continued to offer your suggestions.

You gave him daises for new beginnings.

Lilacs for youth.

Lilies for admiration.

Carnations for devotion.  

The only flower Bucky had yet to get for this girl was roses. He told you he was waiting until he knew she would return his affection.

Each and every time, you sighed wistfully as Bucky left with his flowers, wishing you could be the one of the receiving end. Sure, you spent your entire day around flowers, but there was something so much more powerful about being gifted them by someone who cared about you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that everything fell into place. Lunch on Thursday came and went without Bucky gracing your shop with his presence. You tried to mask your hurt by throwing yourself into work, but you still worried and hoped he was okay. Finally, as the day was coming to an end, you heard the jingle of bells.

“Sorry I’m late, doll.” Bucky’s voice called out. “I know you’re about to close, but I was hoping you could help me out.”

Knowing you couldn’t deny him, you nodded gently and waited for his request.

“I think I’m ready to finally get those red roses.” he explained, his confidence growing.

It was like the words pierced your heart. His mystery girl must finally be ready to accept Bucky’s affection – took her long enough. Wordlessly, you forced a smile and began to gather a few red roses to make a bouquet. As much as you wished you to keep your mouth shut, curiosity got the best of you.

“So, who’s the lucky girl you keep buying flowers for?” you finally asked, not sure if your heart could take the answer. In all the weeks Bucky had come to your shop, you avoided asking about this girl, but you just needed to know.

Bucky smiled bashfully, running a hand through his hair. “She’s something special. She’s incredibly beautiful and wickedly smart. She runs her own place and is always willing to go the extra mile to help people. But I don’t think she’ll go for a guy like me.” he explained, sighing rather dreamily.

“You really aren’t over her, are you?” you asked, heart aching at the thought of Bucky continually pining after this girl, and thinking you would never get your chance.

Bucky watched you for a moment, leaning against the counter. “Not even close.”

Ready for the exchange to be over with, you finished the bouquet and presented them to Bucky. “Here you are. On the house, since it seems like such a special day.” you declared.

Bucky took the flowers from your hands and looked at them with a smile before offering them back to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Is there something wrong with them, Bucky? You don’t think she’ll like them?”

“They’re perfect.” he reassured. “I’m just giving these flowers to the girl who stole my heart.” he told you with a wicked grin.

A few moments passed as you processed his words. The reality of what Bucky said hit you, but you forced yourself to stay calm. No, he couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. Carefully you cradled the flowers and looked into Bucky’s eyes. “W-what about your mystery girl? All those flowers you bought her?” you asked, lost for words.

“Well, uh, you see, doll. It’s been you, it’s always been you. From the second time I came into your shop I wanted to ask you out, but I was too scared. So, I bought a flower instead, and was still to scared to give it to you. I thought each week I would finally have the courage, but it’s taken me until now to tell you.” he confessed, cheeks and ears-tinged pink.

Your mind thought back to all the flowers Bucky had bought from you. There truly was no mystery girl? It had been you all along? Your heart swelled at the thought and a dazzling grin broke out on your face. “Oh, Bucky. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and buy all those flowers you never got to give.”

“Actually,” he chuckled as he placed a leather-bound journal on the counter in front of you. “I did save them to give to you. All meanings intentional.”

Setting the roses aside, you moved to grab the journal and carefully flipped through the pages. You let out a small gasp as you saw that each page contained the flowers you had sold Bucky perfectly pressed and preserved. It was like a beautiful collage of a bouquet, telling you exactly how Bucky felt.

“I asked my Ma how to press them until I could man up and give them to you.” he explained when you remained silent.

“They’re perfect.” you whispered, tears briming in your eyes. “I have to say, I was getting rather jealous of this girl you were giving all those flowers to.” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t cry, shop girl.” Bucky comforted, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You’re the only one for me.” he said before leaning over your bouquet journal and sweetly kissed you.

Your tiny shop swelled with love and warmth even more, and you knew this was only the first of kisses and bouquets with the lovely man before you.

[silenzahra]

Hello everyone. I'm back ^^

I'm honestly not so sure about how to approach this post. I just wanted to let you all know that, well... I'm here. I'm not 100% fine, but I'm doing better. I've taken this week off to rest and focus on myself, and it's done wonders. I've been going out as much as possible, not only to go to work but also to spend a good time walking my doggies and playing with them, and I've also been watching some shows and trying to slowly get back to reading and gaming.

Regarding my previous post, there's really not much I can do except learn to live with it. I know it's gonna be a long and hard process, but I have to look after myself and my mental health, and it really warms my heart to know you're all there for me. I checked Tumblr yesterday before going to bed and felt so touched to find all your comments and advice. Again, you made me feel so supported and loved. I just can't thank you enough for being there for me. @itsavee4117 @megamagimugi @roscolate @keakruiser @stripetkattelalala54

@peaches2217 @bberetd @ask-rosalina-and-her-family @c-lavanda, thank you so much for all your love and support on my previous post, for taking the time not only to read but also comment to make me feel better. I'm really so sorry that I worried you, but truly, knowing that you're all there for me really means the world to me and makes me feel so warm inside. You've all given me precious advice that I'm definitely taking and showered me in love with your kind and sweet words. I hope you know how amazing you all are and how lucky the people around you are to have you 💖

Also, @multicolour-ink, I'd like to especially thank you for the valuable advice you gave me. Last night, after reading your comments, I searched and called a free helpline in my country and, again, it's done wonders. It was simply amazing to have someone there who listened to me and never judged my emotions, and then offered some advice on what to do to handle my situation. It was such a relief to, you know, actually talk to someone and feel supported also in real life. Thank you so so much, truly 🫂

And of course, @vulpixfairy1985, my dear friend... How can I even start to thank you. You immediately reached out through Instagram and have been there every single day, sharing your wisdom and offering your advice, and you even made me feel joy again after two days of only feeling bad things. It's thanks to you that I've been able to feel happiness and excitement again, to reignite my spark of joy that I thought I'd lost, and I know no matter what I do, I can never thank you enough. You truly are a gem, my dear friend, and I thank life every day that I met you and our wonderful friends. I know I've said this before, but this community is truly the best, warmest, healthiest one I've ever been in. And I feel so lucky to be a part of it.

I'll still take things easy. I'll take my time to check all my tags and PMs, and I'll probably be active only on evenings (Spain's time). Thank God, I can enjoy again the things I love, so I hope to see all your content eventually. Only that, well, I'll be slow. I wanna keep focusing on myself and taking those walks with my dogs. And this Friday I have a concert and I finally, FINALLY, feel excited about it. It's my favorite band, after all. I was worried I wouldn't get to enjoy it due to my mental state, but I'm actually so eager!

So yes, guess I can say I'm back, even if I won't be as active ^^ I know I have yet to finish checking the doc, and I'm extremely sorry that I'm taking forever, but of course, I appreciate all the effort you made to help me build up this new blog. As well as, of course, your support on the three posts I've fixed/redone so far. Hopefully soon I can get back to it and fix the rest of my old content.

But we'll see. Right now I'm just happy I can be back with you. I hope you've all been doing fine, dear friends ^^ I love you all so much 💖

Also, if you wanna see the little fella who's been with me this entire week, just click below to meet my beloved Baloo ^^

(Now I look a bit different btw, I went to the hairdresser yesterday, but I'll show my new hair another time.)

[immajustvibehere]

A Fool Remains Foolish

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

summary: Drunk Arthur stumbles into the hotel bathroom to get a deluxe bath. He's too drunk to recognise a woman he used to know and love in past.

tags: weirdly fluffy, drunk Arthur, soft Arthur, he aint no outlaw when he's naked, if you squint you'll see hints of nsfw content

3000 words, 15 minutes reading time

When you discreetly opened the bathroom door to tend to a customer who had ordered a deluxe bath you surely hadn't expected this. You immediately recognized him. It was his soft voice in which cursed himself when he struggled to get out of his pants which gave him away. Then he turned around and undoubtedly, that was Arthur Morgan, hammered and naked in front of you. This familiar body stumbled around in the bathroom, trying to cover his private parts while steering towards the steaming bathtub.

"Sorry, Miss. I'm-", he interrupted his slurring with a chuckle darkly, "I'll behave."

You shook your head smilingly: "I thought we didn't allow drunkards to take baths. We had some who drowned."

"I can swim, I won't drown, don'tcha worry ‘bout me", the man had finally found his way into the bathtub, now submerging in the warm water. Not without spilling half the tub.

As he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of a hot bath, you couldn't help but grin like an idiot. Arthur fucking Morgan. You thought you'd never see him again. The last time you spoke to him was about ten years ago. Maybe even more. He obviously hadn't recognized you yet. Maybe a decade of anything but an easy life had changed you, or maybe it was your new hairstyle. Even more likely, it was that he was drunk enough to not know his own name. You watched as he tried to grab the soap, missing it two times before giving up.

"You just relax, Mister", you said kindly and picked up the soap, "that's my job anyways."

"Oh, right!", Arthur remarked as if he had just remembered you were in the room too. You started to soap him up, tracing the lines of his tense muscles with a wet rag. He had changed a lot too, not for the worse though.

"I have a bet going on", Arthur explained in a loud voice "with my friend Lenny, ya know? He thought I wouldn't get a woman to wash me."

"Looks like he lost that bet", you laughed.

"Sure did", Arthur exclaimed. After some giggles he slurred something barely intelligible before he hummed approvingly when you moved on to his hair, massaging the soap into his wet strands. You jumped when the man plumped forwards. You feared he had passed out. But instead, he had just chosen to make an incredibly sudden move to rested his head on his arm which lay still on the brim of the bathtub.

"Yer real kind, miss", he mumbled, "haven't been touched like this by a woman in years."

After you weren't quick enough to think of a response he apologized in a sad voice: "Sorry, maybe ain't appropriate to say that..."

"That's okay", you reassured, "though I don't understand. You're a handsome looking fella."

"I think...I'm payin' you to say that", Arthur stuttered his thoughts. You laughed and because he heard that, he allowed himself a chuckle.

"Trust me, you're paying me to wash you. The money ain't enough to come up with lies", you rinsed his hair, careful not to get soap into his eyes. Which was rather difficult, considering his head position wasn't ideal, hanging almost over the bathtub. The warm water running down his back earned you a content sigh.

"Yer pretty. I'm sure ya got a strong husband back home to take care of ya", he peered at you, still not recognizing you.

"Can't say that I have", you answered truthfully. Having your old lover ask you that made your heart beat quicker. It was as if he attempted to flirt with you, though very poorly.

"Huh? Anyway, I'm a bad man, Miss. Women are right to stay far away from me", he explained quietly, his words transforming into a hum after you continued to his shoulder, working hard to massage his muscles.

"That so...", you whispered a reply.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Most of the night was a blur for Arthur. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing he had to worry about is how he managed to get a bed. He was facing a window with drawn, worn-down curtains. Nevertheless, it was still rather bright in the room, too bright for his hangover. And still, he remained in that position for a while, just until he had woken up a bit more.

Then he rolled over onto his back while fearing that the bed underneath him was rolling over too. He blinked and vaguely recognized the ceiling. He had slept some nights at the Saints Hotel to be familiar with its commodities. A sigh of relief followed. Of all the places he could have passed out, a hotel bed seemed a rather harmless one. But then he caught a glimpse of a human figure sitting next to him.

"Aw shit", he mumbled in a gravelly voice. "I got myself a whore?"

He lifted his heavy arms to pinch the bridge of his nose. The question was more a question to himself, insulting the woman next to him wasn't really his intention...it was more a way of talking himself down for having sunk so low in his drunken state. Either way, he didn't have a lot of time to sulk about it, because a hand slapped him right across the face. Not so hard to seriously hurt, but definitely firm enough to quicken the waking up process.

"You have an odd way of thanking me", you remarked with a sigh. You watched as Arthur properly opened his eyes, staring at you with his blue orbs. God, you had missed them so much. In all the time that had passed since you had last seen him, you had never found a man whose eyes impressed you like Arthur’s had done. Not that this was a feature he had control over, but it added to his offense when he was drunkenly mumbling self-deprecations all night.  The dim light hadn't given you a proper opportunity to see them, but now he looked up to you from his pillow, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Y/n?", he mumbled unbelievingly.

You nodded.

"Oh shit", Arthur remarked, flopping back into his pillow, and pressing his fists onto his eyes. He must be dreaming. When he dared a second look, he shamelessly looked you up and down. Just to make sure you were really there. But you quietly sat next to him, an opened book in your lap and dark rings under your eyes.

"That really you?", he asked. Just to verify his aching head wasn't deceiving him.

"Of course it's me, you damn fool", now you couldn't suppress a smile because you saw the red colour coming to his cheeks.

"How-", Arthur started.

"Remember getting a deluxe bath while absolutely shit-faced?", you asked.

Arthur pondered for a while, not sure if those flashes of images were remains of a dream or had really happened. So he carefully answered: "Maybe."

"Well, I had the pleasure to keep you from drowning while scraping two weeks’ worth of dirty off your body", you now giggled, secretly enjoying how the man squirmed uncomfortably under your words.

"Sorry I didn't recognize ya", Arthur apologized, trying to sit up but deciding against it when it proved too much of a hassle. Also, his blanket slipped, which made him realize for the first time since he had woken up that he was completely nude. He lifted the blanket just an inch to make sure, wondering if the situation could get any more embarrassing.

"You vomited on your clothes, I had to get you out of them. Don't worry, I cleaned them. There's not one cloud in the sky and a decent wind so they might be dry in the afternoon", you explained.

Arthur sighed and mumbled: "Guess it don't matter much. I bet I made a fool out of myself in the bathroom already."

He found some comfort in your soft smile, relieved that you didn't show any intention of teasing him about it. You thought back to last night, giggling in reminiscence: "Oh, just a bit. You stumbled across every possible obstacle, and I practically had to drag you up the stairs but that aside...you were manageable."

Arthur joined in in your chuckle, more out of embarrassment than the ability to laugh about himself.

"Should've jus' kicked me out", he suggested.

"I suppose", you shrugged "You're lucky I like you and was happy to see you again or I might have had you arrested."

Arthur blinked at the ceiling. 'You're lucky I like you'? What was that supposed to mean? You might have been lovers ten years ago, but you hadn't been speaking in past tense. Him making a fool out of himself surely wouldn't be enough to rekindle old feelings. And yet, when he turned his head to look at you, he understood. Your cheeks had blushed from the sudden confession and your eyes were glowing in anticipation and excitement. He still couldn't grasp 'why', but for some reason you really seemed to care about him. Hell, you had been taking more care of him in one night than any women ever had. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn't entirely sure what. But you were faster.

"I'm sure you're thirsty. I'll get you a glass of water and check on your clothes", you stated, jumping out of bed eagerly, despite being exhausted from the two hours of sleep you had gotten.

When you returned barely ten minutes later, Arthur had passed out again. Lying on his stomach, soft snores filled the room. You couldn't help but smile, put the glass down and slipped under the blanket. At least he's somewhat sober now, you thought. There was no danger of him suffocating on his own vomit, so you might as well rest. The bed wasn't the biggest, but it was comfortable enough for two people, if they weren't skittish about a bit of cuddling.

You didn't want to be indecent though. Arthur was still naked. His clothes were still damp and fluttering on the clothing line on the balcony of the hotel. Arthur's face was turned towards you. You watched as his eyelids twitched; his mouth slightly open. His hair was dishevelled. Guess that happens when you fall asleep with wet hair, not like he had given you a good opportunity to dry it after he had passed out.

Being close to him felt familiar, though completely different at the same time. The two of you were young when you dated, now, neither of you were what could be considered young. Arthur had gained one or two scars on his face, even more on his body, as you had remarked in the bathtub yesterday. But he was still handsome, despite what he may think. It's new though, this talking himself down and apologizing for existing. He wasn't quite that humble when you were together. You wondered what had happened.

With Arthur's rhythmic snores and the exhaustion wearing your body down and making your eyelids heavy, it didn't take long until you finally fell asleep.

It was way past lunchtime, the sun was already threatening to disappear behind the mountains, when Arthur finally woke up again. He was turned towards the window again and his eyes fell onto the glass of water on his nightstand, which he eagerly gulped down. When he turned in bed, determined to rest for only five more minutes before getting up, he suddenly found his face only inches from yours. Drowsy as he was, he had forgotten you were there. But now it was his time to look at your sleeping face in awe. Strands of hair had fallen into your face, one of your hands rested on the pillow, being the only barrier between him and you.

He was going nowhere. Not until you had woken up and brought him his clothes. So he might as well stay in bed and watch you...no, that didn't feel right.

Arthur turned onto his back to stare down the ceiling. Occasionally, he got distracted when you shuffled closer and snuggled up to him. It did feel good to have a warm and soft body next to him. Too good, almost. You weren't his lover anymore and you had already gone through a lot of trouble to care for him this past hours, he didn't want to be the one to have inappropriate thoughts about something that was so long ago and that surely wouldn't be happening again.

"Y/n", he whispered.

There was no reaction whatsoever. You didn't even move an inch. Your arm was snaked around his and he felt your legs pressing against his. Your mouth was so close to his bare skin, he could feel your hot breath. It gave him goosebumps.

"Y/n", he repeated more firmly, turning his body to lie on the side again. Your arms were untangled, and his warm legs were no longer touching yours. You blinked.

"Sorry to wake ya", Arthur whispered, his hand moving one strand of hair out of your face before he remembered to not do it, but to keep a respectable distance. As much as he could in one bed.

You blinked a couple of times before you groaned: "Oh no, sorry. I didn't want to sleep for so long."

"It's okay, darli-...", he cleared his throat, "I just...." Arthur couldn't bring himself to ask you to stand up to get his clothes.

"I'll get them in a minute", you said apologetically, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. Arthur felt bad and sat up, resting his back against the cool bedrest: "Don't worry 'bout it. Take yer time."

You stretched and sat up next to Arthur. You checked him out in the corner of his eye. Now that he only had the blanket covering his low abdomen, starting to cover the area where a thicker trail of hair led down to...

"You're still running with Dutch?", you asked in an attempt to distract yourself.

"Yeah", Arthur answered, his gaze towards the ceiling again.

Your eyes fell on your book that rested on the nightstand: "How's Hosea? I had to think about him a lot last night when I was reading to stay awake. It was him who taught me, remember?"

"I do", Arthur replied thoughtfully, vaguely remembering the scenes of you back in camp when it was still only a small group of people. You had been a quick learner. He remembered bugging Hosea to teach you faster, because he wanted to spend time with you alone and not watch you pronounce letter after letter. What a fool he was back then.

"Hosea's doing good. Still a strong man, I'm sure he'll outlive all of us", Arthur said to your great pleasure.

"He better!", you grinned, "tell him I said hello." But then you wondered if Arthur even wanted to do that. Because it implied telling someone that you two had met again and somehow...you weren't sure if Arthur wanted that. That's why you didn't even wait for an answer and slipped out of bed and announced you'd get his clothes. Arthur shuddered at the cold that suddenly replaced the spot where you had been, but nodded as reply.

As soon as you handed him his clothes and he remarked that they were cleaner than they had been in years, he didn't bother waiting until you offered to leave the room. He sat at the edge of the bed and started to dress himself. His back was turned towards you, but he felt foolish telling you not to watch or leave, reminding himself constantly that he was a drunk idiot last night and there were probably some naked shenanigans that he had done last night that you weren't disclosing to save some of his dignity.

His gun belt clattered as he fixed it around his hip. Arthur looked like a different man. He wasn't the helpless, flirty drunk who you bathed yesterday, neither was he the drowsy man you had slept next to. All of a sudden, he was an outlaw again. A man on the run, a man who many dreamed about seeing him swing. That was what had bothered you ten years ago when the two of you had ended things.

You asked yourself if it still mattered to you now.

Dressed and ready to leave, he took some money out of his satchel and attempted to hand it to you: "For yer trouble. And for keeping you from workin' the whole day."

You crossed your arms: "Couple of hours ago you were disgusted because you thought you woke up next to a working girl and now you try to pay me like one?"

Arthur was stunned. You were right, of course, but he didn't quite grasp the fact that you done all this for him for free. When the money was back in his satchel, the two of you hugged.

It wasn't one of those short, friendly hugs with patting the back of the other. No, it was an intimate hug. Like two friends that met again after years. Or even better, two lovers that found themselves confronted with old feelings. Arthur hugged you tighter, resting his cheek against your head.

"Guess of all the girls I could've made a fool of myself, 'm glad it was you last night", he mumbled.

Your face being pressed into the crook of his neck, he felt your lips curling into a smile.

"Where are you holed up? Will you stop by again?", you suddenly started to feel anxious that this is the last time you'll see Arthur. Not now, not after you haven't felt this safe and happy to be there for somebody.

"We're not far from here. ...I'll be around, sure", as Arthur said those words, he didn't quite believe them yet. But as soon as he had his back turned towards you to walk off to his horse, he knew that he'll be back sooner rather than later.

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I mean, if y'all want...I think a second part is the logical way of approaching this story. But it depends on your feedback hehe

And as pretty much always, this was developed in a cooperation with @little-honeypie

taglist: @photo1030 @stilinskiwitch

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.104 Concerns

I woke up thinking about how bummed Sophia was about not being able to go to the beach in Tartosa. I mean, I was too, but it seemed to hit her especially hard. No one else I knew loved the water more than her—not even Yasmine, who declared herself a "water baby." I got a brilliant idea in the shower that was sure to make Sophia happy and presented it to her at breakfast.

"Let's go to the lake in San Sequoia. We can invite my dad and Alessia and make a family day of it."

Her eyes were as bright as Winterfest lights, and I gave myself a pat on the back.

"Yeeees, that's a great idea! Wait, your sister is still here?"

"Yeah. Apparently she's not going back. She wasn't as happy over there as she thought she'd be." I snorted at a new thought. "Plus, she probably met some loser here."

"Luca!"

"What? She's not exactly in the market for quality men right now."

"Still. You haven't met him yet and already labeled him a loser. It isn't nice."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Stop!"

I chuckled and reached for the phone to inform Dad about my plan, but he advised against it. A thunderstorm plagued the area, so once again, the weather dashed our beach plans. But Dad countered and suggested a family movie day instead, so we all braved the storm and headed to Anchorpoint Wharf.

I thought the movie was funny, but Sophia said it bored her, which surprised me, seeing as she was the token goofball of the two of us.

After the movie, we hung out at Dad's house for a bit. Alessia caught us up in her life, and just as I suspected, she had met someone; I knew her so well. Apparently, they met at our party. They were at the bar and noticed they were both doing the exact same thing. She had this weird ritual she did in restaurants where she wiped down glasses, utensils, plates, and whatever her mouth or food touched. He was doing it too, and they locked eyes. The way she talked about this dude was different. Usually, she didn't care to get to know the poor fellas on this roster, and we never got any details about them. But her tone was so giddy it intrigued me. Could he be the one to break down her wall? I knew my dad hoped so. He really wanted to walk her down the aisle.

I realized we hadn't heard from Sophia in a while, so I turned around to check on her. She had droopy eyes and a frown, and everything inside me wanted to panic. But she wouldn't want me to do that in front of them. When I found an appropriate place to make our exit, I took it and ushered her and the dogs back home. Once we made it inside, we settled in the office to talk. It seemed like all our important talks occurred in there recently.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you feeling alright? What can I do??"

She shifted in her seat and looked everywhere except in my eyes, alarming me even more.

"I, umm... I'm concerned."

"About Alessia?"

"About getting pregnant."

My throat tightened, and I swallowed a few times to keep it open.

"Oh..."

Her confession lingered in the air like steam after a shower, and I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"I've taken a pregnancy test every day since the engagement," she said, still not making eye contact with me. "I know these things take time, but... It should have happened by now! My birthday is way too close, Luca. I'm running out of time."

I was in such a weird spot. I wanted to hold her and tell her to keep the faith, but this was bad news for me, too. She wasn't the only one looking forward to bringing a baby into the world. But it was her body going through that, not mine. And as much as it hurt to hear that, I still had a level of detachment she didn't have.

"Is there something we can do?" I asked. "I mean...is there...a test or something for that?"

Finally, she looked at me as if awakening from a trance.

"Yeah, actually. There is." She shook away those sad feelings and sprang into action. "I'll make an appointment right now. I guess I've been too flustered to think straight. I could have done this days ago."

She called her doctor and scheduled an appointment for the next afternoon. When she hung up, I finally embraced her like I wanted to and told her everything would be okay. I didn't know how true that was, but I had to believe it for the both of us.

[manicplank]

Alright now this one will be dimn but

Head cannons about how they feel about the simps?

hehehehe I like this prompt hehehehehehe

How do they feel about their simps?

Peppino: He's incredibly confused! Who in their right mind would want to [TAUNT SFX] a fat old man like him? He doesn't realize there are people out there that love dad bods. Even without the lust, why are people obsessed with him?? Regardless, he feels a bit honored and flattered.

Gustavo: Oh goodness, people want to do WHAT to him? Hug him and snuggle him? Boy, he would LOVE that! He's so honored that people love him as a person. He feels the love and positivity, and it makes him so happy. By the way, Gustavo, people want to uh... Yeah, never mind.

Mr. Stick: Woah! Ladies, fellas, and theydies* want him, he's shocked! He doesn't necessarily dislike his appearance, but he didn't realize people found him so fine. He totally lets it get to his head. He's just confused as to what a "twink" is. Don't tell him. He can find out on his own.

Pepperman: Finally, he's been recognized for his amazing art. He has a following, his own fan base, and even people making fan art of him. How wonderful! He might flex those muscles just to make them shiver with glee. Oh, how they must worship his greatness!

The Vigilante: WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE??? HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY PEOPLE ARE DRAWING PICTURES OF HIM!!! Oh wait, he has "simps"? Oh, that's a new term to him, but alright. He thought y'all were angry criminals hunting him down. Well, this old man is flattered that people admire him!

The Noise: Heh, more fans, huh? Well, that explains why NTV ratings suddenly shot up. Let him just show off the goods to his fangirls and fanboys and fan-nonbinaries. (Is there a term for that?) He's such a cocky little bastard. Look, but don't touch! *finger guns* (Seriously, don't touch. He bites. Hard.)

Noisette: WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY ARE THEY SIMPING FOR HER AND HER BOYFRIEND??!?!?!? She is totally fuming! At least over his simps. As for her simps, she's totally flattered! She doesn't understand the hype. She's just a simple little lady trying to run her café.

Fake Peppino: Omg people! Him loves people! Can he eats them? No? Boo. :( He's excited that people want to give him hugs and squishes and pets! Yay!!! If only they would come into Bruno's, he pretty pretty promises that he won't try to bite or eat them!!!

Pizzaface: What? He has what now? Simps? Like the Simpsons? Simpletons? Yes, simpletons. Heh. Of course he's to be worshipped. People love pizza, he could imagine they'd love a flying pizza. He's confused on why they keep saying he's hot. He hadn't been in an oven.

Pizzahead: Yes, of course he has simps. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of that pizza? Ah, to have such loyal fans, he loves it! He's totally flattered and absolutely lets it go to his head. Who would've thought his ego could get any bigger.

Pillar John: Oh, thank God! People want to save him! He's been waiting for so long! Wait, they want to WHAT him??? OHHHH, hug! He thought you said... Nevermind. Please send help! He wants out of this tower without dying!

Gerome: What the [taunt SFX] is a simp? Oh... Heh, neat. He thinks strangers being in love with him is a little strange, but he'll take any love he can get. Lord knows he doesn't get enough of it. Cool. *back to mopping*

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** If "theydies" makes anyone uncomfortable pls lmk and I will change it! I thought it was just a silly term that Stick would use to refer to his enby fans.

edited to add that this is what noise considers "showing off the goods" (it wouldn't let me link it)

[r0b0t1me]

*thinking about casey jones jr so hard i get lightheaded* how are we feeling tonight fellas? are we normal? are w-

The morning comes sluggishly, quietly, as if the earth itself had woken up from a bad dream. Casey's arms, free of gauze and gloves, move against soft pillows. His hair tousled, his mouth dry, he notices the weightlessness of his own body; floating alone in a calm ocean of warm cloth. He prays for morning drills to wait just a minute longer.

Ten go by, his eyes flit open, he's still coddled and he doesn't understand. He moves, bracing his body against an elbow, and never had Casey felt so tired. Everyone was waiting for him, weren't they? Had Master Leonardo let him sleep in? Casey would never let him hear the end of it. His reverie is broken by a noise, foreign voices, muffled and distant.

That's when his eyes finally move around the room, a repurposed subway car, the only light filtering in through cloth covered windows.

There's a scent in the air, it's- It reminds him of- It's kind of like- sort of- it's-

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know it at all.

Casey falls back into bed with a newfound weight. Memories lurch forward from his clouded mind, ashes in the air, Leonardo's proud smile, a city so foreign yet so fond, interrogations and keys, fighting in the streets, his forehead pressed against cool metal. The embrace of his tired young master, not even an inch taller than him, thanking him over and over.

Tears rush from Casey's eyes, sudden and blinding. He doesn't know if they're from the loss or the exhaustion or the victory or the loneliness or the calm. All he knows is he can hear the quiet laughter of five familiar strangers, that the earth is saved, and the smell in the air is making his stomach cry out.

One step at a time Case, his master's voice chimes in his head as his feet touch the floor, his hands fumbling around a nearby pole to keep his shaking knees steady. He heads out the door, following the sounds and the scents of the new world, one step closer to the future he now barrels towards.

He rounds the corner to a kitchen, full of voices, of warm fresh foods he doesn’t know, of bruised and tired faces who beam and beckon him to join in.

Welcome home, Casey Jones.

[sweetheartreader27]

Hi hi hi!!! It's been a while since I posted some, huhu I just got a new phone 😭😭😭

Promise I'll keep up to post some fanfictions, I also am at a Markiplier fever, so if ever you have a prompt/imagine idea for the daddeh, request are open (note: I only do Female Reader, sorri! Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

Hope you all enjoy this 2nd part!

Title: Fox on the Hunt. (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Luke x Fox!Fem! Reader

Words: 2,173

In a rising morning, Luke grumbles and feels like he couldn't breathe, he also felt trapped, with a slight puff, he opened his eyes, he saw full skin and felt a softness under his chin. After a couple of minutes before Luke realized, he was sleeping safe and sound over her breasts. Luke couldn't help and feel hot, blood rushing through his veins that causes his "fella"" rising up, might poke to Y/n's thigh.

Y/n's sleeping form rustling and hugging Luke tighter, causing the man to have much more difficulty to breathe. The fox finally woke up and noticed that Luke was shoved to her "girlies", without a second thought; she pushed him with slight force. They both raised up from the bed and looked at each other's eyes while wearing their respective gears.

Y/n: s-sorry, I don't know what's happening to me when I am asleep

Luke: no no, I-It's fine, it's not your fault

Luke's thoughts: (shit shit shit shit! I must get out of here before she notices my "friend" is up)

Luke finished up first, looking at her with a rose cheek and said-

Luke: gotta go now, me and Alvin are supposed to be out now looking for Pete, Clem, and Nick

Y/n hummed and nodded, soon they heard a knock on the door. Luke approaches the door and open it wide; it was Alvin on the other side of the door.

Alvin: you ready?

Luke: yep, just finished to wrapped it up

Alvin glanced at Y/n who is on her gear now too and having a soft smirk on his face. He gets his eyes on Luke again and said-

Alvin: let's get going

Luke: yeah

Y/n: Luke

Luke twist his head and stare at her beautiful eyes.

Y/n: you two, please be careful out there, hoping the three are okay

Luke smiled at how she got worried and showing it off.

Luke: we will and I really do hope so too

Luke and Alvin decide to go out now while the sun is rising.

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After a couple of hours, preparing stuff in the cabin. Everyone got startled even Y/n, by a running clem. They started to rain Clem with plenty of questions.

Carlos: where have you been?

Rebecca: Where's Alvin?!

Clem: we got attacked... *Panting*

Carlos: by what?

Clem: walkers....

Their conversation continues on and on, soon after they decide to go out with Clem, I felt bad for the kid for not having a rest but she really is needed to track down Pete since Clem is with him most of the time yesterday. Carlos approaches her and said-

Carlos: Y/n could you-

Y/n: yes I will, I promise to keep your daughter safe

Carlos smiled, grabbed his rifle and went out with Rebecca to look for the rest, that causes Y/n left alone with sarah. She starts to walk upstairs to observe which door will lead her to track Sarah, the fox hears her giggles and twisted the knot of the door, revealing Sarah.

Y/n: found ya!

Sarah giggles and squeal while a smile plastered on Y/n's face. Sarah notice her fox ears and tail, looking to it with an awestruck look on her face, mouth wide tempting to touch it.

Sarah: Can I?

Y/n: sure why not

Sarah touches her fox ears and starts grabbing a hair brush to brush Y/n's puffy furry tail. Y/n enjoys the pampering, after a few couple of minutes that they are playing, taking pictures and more, until someone knock on the door.

Sarah: who was that?

Y/n sniffs and noticed it's not the other member of the group, she start to shielded Sarah.

Y/n: Sarah... can you go under the bed, and won't make any, ANY noises right now? That's a stranger over there on the other side...

Sarah nodded and obliged, Y/n noticed the pictures they have in the floor scattered around, then she started to collect it and slide it on Sarah. She cast a spell to hide her fox ears and tail before she proceeded to go down stairs and attempt to lock the door when suddenly it was swung open by a man with a moustache and thick leathered jacket with fur on the collar.

???: who are you, gorgeous?

Y/n decided to play a cold act.

Y/n: Who are YOU?

???: Name's George.

Y/n: George huh, what do you want?

"George": just a survivor like you

Then all of the sudden, "George" barge in without a care to her presence.

Y/n: hey-

"George": nice place you got here. You stay alone?

Y/n come up with a believing lie as possible.

Y/n: no, me and my husband takes this place

"George": where is he now?

Y/n: he is out for a hunt, while I do the cleaning here, we both have our own task to establish a safe zone.

She stated with a cold look on her face, "George" hummed, and starts to wonder until he noticed a small creak from upstairs. He then goes up and open the door of a room where Sarah is hiding, she immediately follow up with the man.

Y/n: you are wondering here for too long now though

"George": I hear a creak in here, do you hear it too?

Y/n: seems quiet to me, please go now. My husband would never like a stranger here so please

"George" sighed and started to go downstairs.

"George": sorry for troubling you, I'll go now

Y/n nodded and follow the man then she closed the door. As soon as the man leaves, she flicks her fingers to uncast her spell to make her fox ears and tails free and ran up to see Sarah, she is glad that Sarah was okay until someone knock up on the door. With hesitation, she sniffs and noticed that it's the group, she immediately go downstairs and open up the door to see Luke, Alvin, Rebecca, Carlos, Clem, Nick, and Pete with a saw off leg.

Y/n: Oh my god...

Sarah: Dad!

Sarah hugged tightly her own father while Luke and Nick lay Pete down on the floor.

Y/n: hey old man, what happened?

Pete laughes hearing her sweet voice just for her to playfully insult him with a hint of worry.

Pete: got bit on the foot and needed to saw it off

Y/n: I could really see that you saw it off based on your cutting.

Pete is losing a lot of blood, Y/n quickly thinking what she can do until... She starts hurdle upstairs taking her bag and satchel with her, she got back at Pete and take some stuff out of her inventory. She pull a wooden tumbler, a water, a bead of metal, and some ornaments that seems edible. She start to crush the bead of metal and the ornaments then putting it together at the tumbler and starting to put some water on it, she mixed it firmly and boiled it with her fire element. And then, she put Pete's head to her tail then she made him drink whatever she made. Pete coughs and feel urge pain from the cutted leg and soon some metalish starting to replicate his previous flesh leg and foot. Everyone was shocked from the whole process she was doing and then Pete jolted up from the ground and looked at his cutted leg has now a metal type one.

Pete: the hell? Am I tripping?

Y/n: looks like my calculations was right, and you are not tripping

Pete: how the fuck happened this?!

Alvin: Y/n happened

Pete look at her with confused and curious look.

Y/n: well I... I started to make a "magic drink" for you to heal it up, or much say is replacing it. I could replace your foot as a human type one bit since you stated that your foot was bit, I don't have other choice but to make some alterations...

Pete: so you were saying was you make a science project at me?

Y/n: well you can imply on like that, thankfully your scientist isn't an insane one

Pete: damn, you know how to humor me

Y/n: but unfortunately...

Pete look with a worry look on his face when Y/n was about to say something bad.

Y/n: due to the alterations, since metal was been use to you instead your own flesh, your blood cells has now a hint of metal to you. Don't worry it's totally safe... Only to you.

Pete: what do you mean?

Y/n: it means you cannot make transfusion. You cannot let your blood been donated to someone else, or that person will slowly died due to a lot of iron

Pete: Damn...

Y/n: yep

Carlos: At least, you were able to make it in rush...

Y/n nodded at him, until Sarah spoke

Sarah: A man just came in here...

Carlos: What?!

Sarah: and Y/n spoke with him...

Rebecca: so you just open the door for him huh?

Y/n: no! I was about to lock the door but he just immediately barge in and look around

Sarah: she was telling the truth, dad...

Distress filled in the situation until Carlos broke the silence

Carlos: does he said his name?

Y/n: yeah... But I do feel he is lying

Rebecca: what do you mean "he's lying"?

Y/n: The way he said his name is just too "make up" based on the tone he is using to talk to me.

Luke: wow... You really are observant, foxy

Y/n blushed a little and trying to re-focus her attention to the current situation they were in.

Carlos: I do feel Y/n surprises him, however now he saw her... I'm sorry Y/n but you will be more better with us. William Carver is a very dangerous man, he is really smart too... Let's start packing up and head out.

Y/n nodded and everyone goes to their respective rooms. Luke and Y/n help each other to pack their things up and they hit the road.

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The moon shines so bright, they all start walking, hoping for a stable camp in the nearest stops since Rebecca shouldn't be pressed on the pressure, 3 days later, they were able to find a temporary safe place to sleep in, soon after Little chit chats there and there has been made, while Y/n sat on the ground and shutting her eyes off and drifted to sleep. A little longer, her tails rustling on the ground-causing her shiny white fur pelt to have couple dirts until Luke tap her shoulder that causes her fox ears to twitch up. She notices that the others fallen asleep peacefully, leaving her and Luke the only one who was up.

Y/n: hey Luke, evening

Luke: evening foxy, don't you mind if I join you?

She yawns in a fox like and swipes herself on the side and tapping the vacant space beside her, signaling Luke that it is fine, Luke gradually taken the offer and sit beside with her. After a couple of minutes, Y/n broke of the silence.

Y/n: why are you still up this late, Luke?

Luke: well... just relocating the ski lodge on where we should be look at

Y/n: I see, hey at least the ski lodge is the best option we are betting, promise to aid you up just incase the field is messy

The small pun she made causes the Casanova to laugh softly that causes her to do the same as well. Soon after the laughter dies, leaving the two lost on the voids of their eyes, then Luke starts to lean in his forehead, resting it on her forehead which she softly accepted, enjoying every minute they have until... Luke starts to cup her face, making her exposed all her face feature on him that causes him to admire her.

Luke: You are a cute fox...

Y/n: you were the first said that to me, among men...

Luke now has the most shocked and gasped expression, he was about to ask but Y/n shush him.

Y/n: I know what is on your mind, Casanova. It's not, and it's just ... I'm not used to it, that's all.

She gave him a quick look and was about to get her face off from Luke until he..

...cupped her face and gave her the most sincere and passionate kiss, which Y/n with mo hesitation, she kissed him back. After a couple of minutes, he finally stopped kissing her lovely lips, staring each other's eyes, hand intertwined to one another. Finally, Luke spoke.

Luke: Y/n, ever since you got in to me and Pete's sight... I couldn't help but feel these. Y/n I honestly and Genuinely in love with you

He stated while giving his best puppy look, she chuckled softly and kiss the back of his palm.

Y/n: the feelings are mutual, farm boy

Luke smile, and just kissed her deeply. The two were now more careful for each other, they also eat together. Now... The fox on the hunt was now down and tamed.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Epilogue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: Pure fluff and Happiness

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy | Apple Pie Life

Epilogue

Steve kept his eyes closed as his husband trailed kisses along his jaw, his tongue down his neck, hickies down his chest. How he loved his husband and his touches. He hummed as he wrapped his lips around his nipples and hissed when he bit down.

"I knew you were awake," Bucky said as he kissed his nipple as an apology.

"I was just enjoying your kisses, your touches."

"Really," Bucky said as he continued to trail kisses down his chest moving further down, he settled himself between his legs he tugged out his waistband. " well, you're about to enjoy a whole lot-"

Both men were startled by a series of knocks on the door. Both men sighed Steve sat up against the headboard and placed a pillow in his lap because it rolled off of Steve and onto his elbow. He smiled, looking up at Steve, who was upset and covering up his tall friend.

"Daddy? Dad? Are you awake?" asked a little voice behind the door.

"Wide awake, sweetheart"

" I can't reach, I can't open the door. Help!"

They chuckled Bucky moved to get up, but the door was already opened. " Thank you," the little voice said as he came in carrying a glass of juice in each arm.

"Happy Father's Day," the little fella yelled at the top of his little Lunges. Ash followed him, carrying a tray of food.

"Happy Father's Day, Ian made you guys Breakfast"

"you did this for us, Buddy" Bucky picked him up, helping him to bed with them. Kissing his little blonde head as he came.

"Mommy helped with the Bacon and Ash with Pancakes," the young boy spoke matter-factly.

"Thank you, Ian"

Ian, Ian Roger -Barnes.

Shortly after moving into their home, the trouple approached Tsunade about trying to conceive again. Going through all the checks and tests, it was determined that the (Y/n) body was working but not ready. She was given medication to help even then, but she was told it would be a long time before they got any real results. It was stated she had many failures before her miracle.

Tsunade, the lovely woman she is, stepped up and helped get a child in other ways. Introducing them to several adoption agencies and helping them through the process. If anyone asked, she would be credited with bringing them to their adopted son Ian.

Ian's mother was a teenager who died giving birth to him. The young girl had no family, and the father was unknown, so Ian was quickly put into the system. Due to his many medical issues due to having a young teenage mother and being premature, very few were willing to take him in.

That was until the Roger- Barnes family came, and they were very willing. They welcomed him at Eight months. Here he was now at five years old. Healthy, Happy, and loved with a mother, a father, another father, an older sister, and another sister on the way.

"Why do we have so many stairs?" (Y/n) asks as she comes in carrying another food tray. Ash quickly jumped up, taking it from her and placing it with the other one on the bed.

"Happy Father's Day," She said as she rubbed her swollen belly.

Yes, after years of trying and many more trying, a miracle lay in her belly. A blessing. Of course, those losses would not be forgotten they'd always be remembered in their hearts, and they could be seen in the corner of her garden, each life planted as a different flower of life. Gently taken care of kindly as her children walked next to her.

Hopefully, Rebecca would not join her flower siblings.

"Come sit, you shouldn't be up," Steve said as he got out of bed, motioning her to take his place. She didn't complain or fight, just doing as she was told and climbing into bed. Breakfast in bed with her husbands and children.

Bucky, Ian, (Y/n), and Steve sit against the headboard, and Ash sits across from them. All eating for the trays of food. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, french toast, fruit( Strawberries, blueberries, bananas), Orange juice, milk, and Coffee. All are Decorated with beautiful Father's Day cards from each child and a dutiful wife.

"alright, as wonderful as this breakfast is, I have to go," Ash said as she wiped her hands, taking her last sips of coffee. " I have to go to work. Can't leave Peter alone in the lab too long he'll end up like Tony," Ash teased as she exited, giving her family a wave as she departed.

"Don't be late for dinner, I'll text you the address" (Y/n) called after her daughter.

"So we're going to dinner tonight," Bucky said as he held his son's bacon over his head, ignoring the little grabby hands that begged for it.

"How else are we to celebrate your time within fatherhood"

"I mean, I know Steve has a couple of ideas. He shared them with me this morning. Sausage."

"That's bacon, my bacon," Ian quickly protested, reclaiming his meat "Mine"

"For dessert, wouldn't want to be interrupted again now, would we" (Y/n) said she was talking to Steve, although he was doing his best to ignore her and Bucky, just drinking his coffee. But his red-tipped ears clearly told them he heard every word and understood every meaning.

-

Standing on the threshold, Bucky watched Ian use his water can to water the fruits and veggies as he walked along the paths, like a little gardener tending to his lands. Steve was in the garden as well, weeding and pruning as he watched his son run about and listen to his tales.

Apparently, oranges were gifts from fairies, and the nicer one was the sweeter their oranges. Ian deemed they had the sweetest in the world.

(Y/n) sat on the porch with a book in her lap and a cup of tea on the table she was leaning over the railing, rubbing her stomach as they listened to her son tell his tales (while secretly, not so secretly, stuffing fruit into his overalls. Adorable).

Bucky came up behind (Y/n) and kissed the back of her head. " you missed a spot," he called Steve threw a bunch of weeds toward him. Ian quickly came to his dad's defense, also splashing water.

"what did I do?!" (Y/n) laughed as she got wet.

"Sorry, Mommy"

Bucky just laughed. Which resulted in him getting the hose from Steve. Thus a water fight began in the backyard. The respective teams are Bucky and (y/n) vs. Steve and Ian. Although that quickly changed to everyone vs. Bucky when he kept using (Y/n) as a human shield.

Steve took a moment to step back and watch his husband, wife, and son run around the garden with the hose and can of water. It was beautiful just laughing and running amongst each other. And although one child was missing, she was not forgotten. If anything-

"AH AH AH"

Everything stopped as (Y/n) started screaming. For a moment, they thought she was hurt. Bucky took her in his arms, looking for wounds. Steve scooped up Ian in his arms, looking around for a threat.

"I FEEL IT" she screamed, laughing as she started to bounce up and down and crying? Now everyone was confused, and Ian was a bit scared. (Y/n) saw this and quickly apologized, and offered an explanation.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, kissing his cheeks as he started crying with her "Feel," she said, bringing his little hand down to her stomach. It was then that her husbands realized what was happening.

Ian quickly pulled his hand away as he felt something flutter against his hand from within her mommy's belly. " What is that?!" he asked, scared.

"Your sister, she's kicking"

"Really?" Steve whispered, leaning forward he reached out slowly. She took his hand and Bucky's and put it on her stomach. At first, there was nothing, but then Steve gasped, feeling a flutter under his palm She moved Bucky's hand so he could feel a bit too.

"I feel her," Bucky said the overwhelming emotions of excitement, anxiety, happiness, and fear all had him dropping to his knees in front of her. " I feel her"

"I do, too," Steve said as he put Ian down, kneeling next to Bucky.

For all her children, this was the first one she felt inside. She never imagined it'd feel something like this the joy and fear combined were almost paralyzing. She cried as she cradled her stomach.

"Hey, I've brought lunch"

"your sister kicked"

Ash dropped the bags in her hands and rushed to her mother's side. (Y/n) took her hand and placed it on her stomach between her father's. And for a moment, the family stood in silence in the backyard, touching each other and waiting.

"There," (Y/n) said as she moved Ash's hand to feel.

"That's so weird," she said, but her smile spoke volumes. Still, (Y/n) agreed. "okay, I've had my fill," she took her hand away " Come, Ian, I've brought lunch," and with that, she took her baby brother and left.

Ash's quick departure wasn't something new or to be taken as an offense. She simply did not enjoy touching or being touched all the time. Some parts of herself were not easily changed as others. (Y/n) was happy with the few minutes she was given.

Steve kissed her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her lower half. "My beautiful wife and the mother of all of the children," he whispered.

Standing up, Bucky pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. " I love you til this day until me last"

"Actually, it's I love you til the end of the line. You need to stop watching Game of Thrones," Steve chuckled as he stood up " This is not Kings Landing." They began to walk to the house where their other children waited for them.

"You know nothing (Y/n) Roger-Barnes"

"Oh," (Y/n) stopped as she felt the first few droplets of rain touch her skin. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and smiled.

"Nope," Bucky snatched her and carried her into the house.

"What?!"

"I know that face, young lady," Steve said as he showed his fingers of disappointment " No singing in the rain, no dancing in the rain, no skipping, tipping, tapping, all of the above. No rain for you. I'm not having you get sick."

"What if we wear raincoats and boots?" Ian asked as he came around the corner into the kitchen, already putting on his coat.

"No, I'm not having either of you get sick," Steve said, taking his jacket.

Bucky put (Y/n) on the counter, the sick bastard knew she wouldn't be able to get down. Steve must have thought that it was a good idea because he put Ian on the counter too. Ash laughed as the two pouted, stuck on the counter.

"It's Father's Day, and we get what we want, and we don't want you running about in the rain."

"Can we at least watch the rain from the library?" Ian asked, the library had a nice window nook to curl up and watch the rain from.

"Sure, Steve and I grab a lunch," Bucky said as he helped Ian off the counter, and then (Y/n) and they both scurried off to the library.

"I see you inching towards the door," Steve said, addressing Ash, who was indeed inching out of the kitchen.

"Unlike you guys, I didn't get a day off of work. I have to get back."

Crossing the kitchen, Steve pulled Ash into a nearly bone-crushing hug. Ash let out a breathless laugh at her father's antics. "I love you," Steve said, kissing her forehead " You know that, right? That I love you"

"Of course"

"I feel like I don't tell you enough"

Ash chuckled " Trust me, you tell me enough, and when you are not telling me, you're making sure to squeeze my bones with it. Trust me, I know. And My sister will know too. She probably already knows, but she'll finally get to feel it when she gets here."

Bucky smiled as he watched the two embrace. To think some years ago the two were tiptoeing around each other. And now they were father and daughter and it was quite beautiful.

"Enough of this, I really have to get back to work"

"Alright, We'll see you tonight at dinner."

-

Dinner was at a fancy restaurant rented out for a private party by Tony, of course. All the Avengers and their families were present.

Steve, (y/n), and Bucky bringing Ian and Ash. Tony and Pepper bring Morgan and Peter ( May was invited but declined because she had a date. Coincidentally, so did Happy). Clint came with Lauren and their children Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Wanda and Vision came with their twins, Billy and Tommy. Thor bringing his daughter Love. And Sam, Bruce, Rhodey, and Natasha all came in the clutch holding up their aunts and uncles/Godparents' titles very proudly.

It was a very full family dinner party.

"Alright," Standing up, raising his glass, " Today, we are all gathered here to celebrate fatherhood. I, for one, never thought I'd be worth enough to be someone's father, yet here I came with two beautiful children" everyone noted Peter blush " who I love very much. I have had many positions and titles in my life, and I can say, and I know many will agree with me, that my favorite title has been and will always be dad. To all the mothers sitting at this table, and not, thank you for our children. And to all the children sitting amongst us, know that no matter how we got there or how it ends, we will always love you no matter what. 3000."

Everyone raised their glasses " 3000"

"I'm surprised it didn't make a dig at our age," Bucky whispered to Sam as they began to eat.

"Pepper told me not to" Tony teased

"there are children present please be nice"

"Of course, dear," Pepper pinched him.

Conversations flowed as dinner came. It was like a reunion of sorts. It had been quite some time since they all had been in the same place together, like this hell, even the same planet. Thor and Bruce had kindly put their galaxy travels on hold for this dinner. And then, with Tony, (Y/n), Clint, and Steve being semi-retired, not many original Avengers were running around they were more focused on family now. Can't really blame them though most of them didn't believe they'd live long enough to have a family, they were dedicated.

Despite all their hardships life was treating them well.

"Daddy, I've got to pee," Ian announced. No hesitation, Bucky Jumped up, scooping Ian as he went. Rushing to the bathroom before any accidents could happen.

"So (Y/n), how are you feeling? Pepper told me that your mini-me was starting to kickbox." Tony always strange approach.

"Yeah, she gave me a few butterfly kicks this earlier today."

"She's moving," Sam gasped

"She just started moving today, just before lunch tiny little kicks, not much but still beautiful," Bruce said, matter factly he got a few surprised looks " What, I'm in the aunts and moms chat group. I know things you will never," the girls laughed at this because it was true.

"how do you become an aunt?"

"It just comes naturally," Bruce said smugly. Sam pouted, all in good fun.

(Y/n) smiled as Bucky and Ian returned to the table she gave him a quick kiss before he sat down she gave Steve a kiss as well. Looking around the table, they were surrounded by family and friends and just love and affection. She realized this right here, this was the life she had always wanted always dreamed of. Of course, it wasn't exactly as she dreamt of, more exciting with a few more details out of the world (literally). It was even better. And it was her life, and it was real.

From a Brooklyn girl pinning for two to a famous hero nurse, surrounded by her hero friends and family, married to her first two loves, famous heroes in their own rights, and mother of two beautiful children with one more on the way.

This was her life, and she loved it.

[crystal-crusader]

Hey guys. Remember when I said I was gonna make a Phoenix bio? Yeah I forgot too-

ANYWAY!

Basics:

Name: Phoenix

(Also referred to as Phoenix Dee, The Phoenix, and Phil Davis)

Pronouns: He/Him (They/Them and She/Her is acceptable, but He/Him is preferred)

Age: 16

Sexuality: Acsexual, Panromantic

Species: Waddle Dee (with wings made from fire)

Status: God of Death and Rebirth

Current Home: The Divine Terminus (in a cardboard house he made himself :3)

Theme: https://youtu.be/u_FRDqHT5y0?si=czrVrkAaPNj6op16

Anatomy

Phoenix is a Waddle Dee the same size as Kirby, with 2 wings of fire that span about 2 and a half Kirbs. His body is a grayish orange with a tan facial section. His main body is very fuzzy and soft, and warm to the touch. He has a set of bird feathers for a tail and wears a cardboard hat he made himself.

Personality

Phoenix is an excited young fella with a big heart and lots of creativity. They constantly look to the bright side and encourage others to do the same, though they have their depressive moments. They respect everyone, especially those with disabilities or considerable injuries. They think all life is precious and spend all day attempting to get better at creating it. They can’t wait to return to Popstar when they have finally honed their skills, but until then they stay at The Divine Terminus to practice their craft. They are very determined to succeed and prove themselves!

Powers

Basic Abilities: Attacks

Phoenix is very equivalent to that of a physical fire type from Pokémon. Their abilities are a combination of Burning and Wing, their main form of attack being to set themselves on fire and either punch, kick, or tackle their opponent. They can also shuttle loop and wack others with their fire wings, though the wing one isn’t very practical. He has no formal weapons training, but has a basic understanding of swords thanks to Morpho Knight. His big attack is to used the double burning attack from Kirby 64, except MUCH bigger.

Defense and Support

Phoenix isn’t very defensive, but heals and recovers extremely quickly. Single hits do big damage, but even a gigantic hit isn’t enough to keep Phoenix down for long. They can also support their allies with their feathers, as small feathers heal slight amounts of health to those he gives them to, at the cost of his HP.

Rebirth

Phoenix’s wings are his health bar. Upon taking damage, a single feather will burn away to ash. They do not replenish, and once all have burned off, Phoenix himself will turn into his ash form, collapsing into proper ash in a couple seconds. He can also go ash if he experiences intense sadness or tiredness. His soul will go to limbo temporarily, as his body either reforms, or he decides whether he wants to go back right now. It is best to keep the ash together, as it will regroup to form Phoenix’s new body when he comes back. If the ashes get too scattered, they will literally fly up together. If they for some reason can not rejoin, Phoenix’s soul will be stuck in Limbo until they can. Depending on what caused him to “die” will determine how long it takes for him to come back. The bigger the injury, and the less determined he feels, the longer it will take for him to revive. He can also just decide not to for a time, and stay in limbo for a while, though this is dangerous as the longer he stays in limbo the higher likelihood his soul will get trapped. The only way Phoenix can ever stay dead is if he dies after someone takes his God powers, or if he decides he’s had enough and goes to the afterlife willingly, though that last one becomes more unlikely by the day.

Phoenix can be reborn into 3 different forms, Original Orange, Blazing Blue, and Violent Violet. You can tell which form he will return as based on what color fire the ash pile is burning as the body reforms.

Original Orange is the least powerful of the forms. His fire does basic level damage and his wings don’t heal that much. This form is invoked in 99% of situations, as it is the most friendly. In this form his wings are warm, though could start to hurt if you touch them for too long. Perfect for hugs though! It doesn’t take much to revive from this form.

Blazing Blue the middle of the road, with higher fire power and healing then Original Orange. This form is invoked when Phoenix is faced with a genuine opponent who is actually trying to hurt him or others. Its temperatures are too hot for him to maintain for long periods of time, so his body will slowly burn itself to ash over the course of a month, at which point he’ll usually return as Original Orange. His wings carry a severe risk of burning anyone that makes contact for too long. It takes a bit longer to revive from this form.

Violent Violet gets its name for being the strongest and most uncontrollable form, only invoked when the situation can’t be solved by either of the two forms before it. This form is so hot it can’t be controlled, its very presence sets fire to anything around it, including you. The feathers do not heal, they are dangerous and should be avoided at all costs. This form is physically painful, and quickly burns Phoenix to ash in a matter of minutes. Phoenix only ever used it once before, and while it did save his life, it is also something he wishes not to experience again. It takes a long time to come back from this one, so if you managed to beat him (and not just have him get timed out by his own heat,) then you’ve officially “won.”

God Powers

As the God of death and rebirth, Phoenix is effectively the God of the living realm. As such, they have two special abilities no other being has.

1: They can summon a soul from the afterlife or Void status, and reincarnate it as a new being. They do not hand craft every individual, as there are trillions born every second, it would be impossible to keep up with that alone. The Void does most of the work. Though Phoenix puts a lot of love and care into the beings he does get to design. His creations never come out exactly as he wanted, though this is simply the Void adding variance to whatever he cooks up.

2: Their big feathers can heal any injury or disease, or prevent an individual from dying ONCE. These big feathers are far different from the normal healing feathers, as they are full of God energy and can reverse any physical damage, even death. Though only one feather can be used on an individual, so once it’s used, another feather can’t be used for anything else on that person. Plus, for as long as that feather is not used, Phoenix permanently loses part of his HP until it’s used up and can be refreshed. Some hear of this and travel all the way to where he lives to request one. Phoenix does not like giving them out, after all his feathers are precious and somewhat limited. If he likes someone, he’ll give it to them as a present, but otherwise unless it’s a severe life threatening injury he turns people away. His feathers can only prevent death in the moment, not revive already dead individuals, and stuff like a missing leg or a broken wing doesn’t feel like something that needs to be “fixed.” To him, the only injury that matters is death, as it’s the only thing you can’t come back from. But if your mother is suffering from a deadly illness, and you desperately need a miracle, it may just be worth it to try.

Backstory

Trigger warnings for, depression, attempted suicide, death, and eugenics. If these apply to you and you’re backing out now, thank you for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed my little Waddle Dee, and that you have a nice day!

For those of you still reading, let us continue!

Prologue

To understand Phoenix’s backstory, we must first cover some background regarding my universe and the Gods that live among it.

Once upon a time, there was a space of nothing. It was hard to even call it a space, as space could not exist. The nothing stretched forever, and yet not at all. It was nothing, after all. Then came the Void, which took the space, and created something. And then it created more things. And more things and more things until the very universe was formed, and with it came the three pillars. The three pillars were powerful Gods, designed to keep the universe in balance. There was the Ray, a god of knowledge and secrets, who kept all information within itself. There was the Spider, a god of chaos and control, who kept the universe fun but also together. And lastly there was the God of death and rebirth, also known as the Bat. It was their job to keep the cycle of death and rebirth going, so that there would always be new creatures to inhabit the universe. His name was Antang.

For a while the three pillars worked as intended, but as time grew on Antang developed a jealousy and hatred for the Void. Antang could make living beings, but not enough to sustain the populations, so the Void did most of the work. Antang hated the creatures the Void made, they were oftentimes weak or deformed in some way. Some carried disabilities or genetic dysfunctions. He could not understand why an all powerful creator would create such imperfect life, so Antang went rogue, and used his powers to create terrifying monsters to wipe out all “imperfect” life. That way, he could rebuild the world with his perfect creations. Rather then allow the souls of creatures to be reborn by the Void, Antang took them all, halting reproduction in its tracks, and rebuilt the souls into EX versions of their old selves. These EX versions were often not very different from the original, as Antang was not very creative, but they were also even more powerful, and sent out into the world to destroy anyone weaker then it. After all, if that creature wasn’t strong enough to defend itself, it didn’t deserve to exist.

The universe quickly fell into shambles. With so many creatures dying, and the only ones being created being destructive monsters, the population of the universe swiftly fell. But fortunately, a family of powerful wizards came together to defeat the monsters, and eventually Antang himself. Unfortunately, being the God of rebirth, Antang could not die, merely be defeated for a time. The beast would always return, and soon the family dwindled in numbers. That was until one Wizard had the idea to seal Antang in a harmless form, where he could not use his powers to create monsters, thus putting an end to his terror. He was sealed in his own mask, unable to rebirth as he was technically not dead, but also incapable of using his Godly magic.

In came the Butterfly (AKA Morpho Knight), a fairly new God for the time, the God of souls and judgment. It was not a pillar, as its services weren’t required to keep the universe going, but it was no less important. Seeing that the Bat could no longer complete its role, both because it was now a mask and went rogue, the butterfly decided to take up the position in addition to its usual duties. It restored the Void’s ability to make new life and continued on with its life, but as the millions of years went on, the amount of new life that needed to be made swiftly increased. Along with that, more were dying and needed to be brought to judgment, leaving the Butterfly split between its two massive duties. Eventually it relented, and decided to try and find a new candidate worthy to be the next God of death and rebirth.

It flew all around the world, in search of someone specific, though it admittedly wasn’t sure what that specific individual would look like. It was going to be a long process, no doubt. It needed someone mature and well versed in many cultures, someone who could handle lots of responsibilities. However, before it could make a proper decision, it came across a lone Waddle Dee stepping off the edge of a roof. In a panic, and regulated to it’s butterfly form, Morpho did the only thing it could think to save them: giving them the power of life itself.

New Blood

When the Waddle Dee, Phil Davis, received the power of the Gods, he grew wings, and instinctively used them to fly up up and away from the ground they had intended to hit. Prior to that moment, he was just a depressed orphan, pushing to achieve something, but failing every time. But when Morpho watched him save himself, it knew it made the right choice. It began to talk to him with telepathy, and take him under its wing. Together they would make Phil into a responsible person.

Phil didn’t really understand why he got these powers. He was 14 at the time, barely a teenager. Regardless, he worked hard to at least try to fit into the role, making himself a cardboard crown in an attempt to look more “Godly”. Morpho taught him how to use his powers, creating life and reviving from death, giving him sage advice. “The fires of life will always burn, so long as you choose to feed them. The only one who can put out the fire in your soul is you.” However, many times Phil nearly gave up. He didn’t think he was worthy of the title of God, and constantly he asked Morpho to pick someone else. Morpho simply moved on, ignoring the request entirely, encouraging him to see it through. He nor anyone else could determine if he was unworthy, only his reaction to a true challenge could determine that. And one year after being granted these powers, Phil faced that challenge in the form of a Dark Matter invasion.

All Goes Black

When the Dark Matter came to Phil’s planet, it was a one sided beat down. Unprepared for this level of attack, the planet, Morpho, and Phil were quickly overwhelmed, despite invoking Blazing Blue. Darkness swallowed them, draining their energy and sapping them of their power. Phil, terrified and exhausted, asked if they were going to die. “No,” Morpho said, “worse.”

As both Phil and Morpho began to lose consciousness, Phil had an epiphany. “The fires of life will always burn, so long as you choose to feed them. The only one who can put out the fire in your soul is you.”

For the first time in his life, and so far only time, his determination was enough to invoke Violent Violet. The white fire burned through the dark matter in seconds, allowing Phil to vanquish them in the minutes Violent Violet could be maintained, freeing his entire planet from its scurg. With that, Morpho declared that Phil was truly worthy of Godhood, granting him the honorary title of “The Phoenix,” and changing his name to Phoenix (he liked it more than Phil). They left his home planet to Popstar, in order to continue training and meet Kirby.

The King’s Return

Unbeknownst to the duo, Antang had found an escape from his millennia long sentence, and was pissed to say the least. He had been stripped of his Godly title, something he rightfully deserved, and been replaced with a minuscule, lowly waddle dee. How DARE they. HE was the God of death and rebirth! HE was created for that very purpose! Some PUNY mortal would never be worthy of such a title. So he located Morpho and Phoenix, and using the bit of magic he still held, reached into their chests and RIPPED the Godhood out of them. Phoenix, now mortal once more, was nearly killed in the escape. And Antang, now with power over all souls, resumed his campaign to rid the universe of all those he saw as lesser.

Prior to the Dark Matter event, Phoenix likely would’ve given up. This was a situation FAR above his pay grade. However, he had gained a new appreciation for life, and for the value all creatures brought to it. He could do anything, so long as he didn’t give up, and he would prove it.

So he fought his way through Antang’s monsters, with nothing but his base burning ability and minimal discipline with a sword. At every turn, pushing himself more and more, until finally reaching Antang.

Antang was offended that a little waddle dee would dare stand before him, and vowed to kill him then and there. And so began a tireless battle between the two, neither giving the other an inch. And while Antang did hit Phoenix down many times, Phoenix never gave up. He continued to get up and fight, in spite of his severe injuries and near death experiences. Finally, Phoenix declared he would never give up, that imperfections were what made life life to begin with, and that failures were only learning experiences to grow from, and that by declaring himself perfect, Antang would always be weak for never learning from his. With that, he charged into Antang, grabbing him and Morpho’s Godhoods back. With one last flaming charge, Phoenixs burned Antang’s now mortal body away, forever removing him from the world.

Coronation

Phoenix, now officially recognized by the Void as the God of Death and Rebirth, was now able to stand next to the other pillars as an equal. The Ray was excited to welcome a new God, whereas the Spider was more excited that things would be new and exciting going forward. Morpho of course was SUPER proud of him, and is still suffering from empty nest syndrome after they had to go their separate ways. Phoenix was offered a “proper crown” to commend his achievements, but he declined, preferring his self made cardboard one. With that, he flew off to the Divine Terminus, planning to practice his powers and get properly allocated to them. He lives there today, still learning and growing.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

I Worship the Woman You Walked On

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Warning: slight angst, etc.

Summary: An innocent meeting turns Ike's world completely upside down. Inspire by - Ronnie Dunn's - I Worship the Woman You Walked On.

A/N: Based off; Would you hold it against me universe. Can be read as stand-alone.

“Fellas...” Ike remarks stepping up to Ben’s table along aside the pool.

“Big news, Ike?” Ben enquires.

“Close” Ike responds.

“Live from the Miramar...” Ben remarks.

“Fill the rooms?”

“We’re at near capacity now” Ike replies.

“Fill the rest...” Ben comments.

“Are the girls stay here?” Bel enquires.

“They are” Ike answers.

“Need any help?” Ben offers.

“I’m good Ben” Ike responds with a strained smile, silently nodding in farewell but is stopped in his tracks when a very familiar little girl comes running out of nowhere toward Ben and hugs him.

“Hey there, Ladybug” Ben chuckles, lifting her into his lap to hug her tightly.

“Where’s your Mama?”

“Emma, what did I tell you about running off?” you briskly walked up to the table, scolding her.

“But I wanted to see, Papa Ben” Emma pouts at you.

“It’s ok, Sweetheart” Ben chuckles, placing a kiss to Emma’s forehead. Shifting her, he gives her much serious look then.

“Promise you won’t do again, ok?”

“Ok...” Emma meekly replies.

“Good” Ben smiles, kissing her forehead again.

“Isaac, you remember my wife?” Ben, realizing he was still there, remarks then.

Having been in a daze after seeing your daughter up closely for the first time, Ike finally snaps out of it.

“Mrs. Diamond” he polity nods at you.

Being too concentrated on your daughter; you hadn’t immediately noticed him there but compose your surprise quickly.

“Mr. Evans” you acknowledge him with a nod of your own.

“Why so formal...?” Ben teasingly scoffs, waving his hand between the both of you in reintroduction.

“Y/N, Ike. Ike, Y/N... now shake hands.”

Not wanting Ben to read any further into the awkwardness, you hastily reach out a hand.

“Ike, nice seeing you again.”

Catching the drift, he does then same.

“You too, Y/N.”

You let go of Ike’s hand, nodding at him with a strained smile and turn toward your daughter then.

“C’mon, Sweety... let’s go to the pool while Papa and his friends talk.”

*

You don't wrong a heart, of a woman that loves you

You don't turn your back on her tears

The arms you leave lonely, won't wait forever (You know what?)

That's why I'm here

'Cause I worship the woman you walked on

I hold her at night, 'til she's satisfied

Oh, I try to right all you did wrong

I worship the woman you walked on

Ike silently watched as you removed both your daughter and your bathing suit cover-ups and head off to the pool.

“Gorgeous ain’t she?” Ben remarks having noticed Ike staring.

Knowing exactly where Ben was going with his remark, Ike stirs away from it instead.

“You have a beautiful daughter, Ben.”

Ben flashes him a sly smirk.

“That she is... but she’s not mine.”

Ike’s brows shoot up from behind his sunglasses in shocked surprise.

*

I've met the wrongs-haunt-you, the should-haves, the want-tos

Are ghosts now in your empty bed

You gave up her soft touch, turned your back on her sweet love

You must have, been out of your head

Oh, I worship the woman you walked on

I hold her at night, 'til she's satisfied

Oh, I try to right all you did wrong

I worship the woman you walked on

“Y/N was engaged four years ago” Ben explains.

“Asshole left her for someone else two weeks before the wedding. Doesn't even know he has a kid.”

Ike's jaw drops in totally shock.

“W-What...” he stutters, nervously clearing his throat then.

“That’s terrible. You know who he is?”

Ben squints, silently studying him for a second, then shrugs with smile.

“Nope. She never speak about him, at all. Couldn't even get Sy to tell me about him.

“Sy Berman?” Ike looks at him, confused.

Ben broadly smiles, nodding.

“She’s Sy’s goddaughter. That's how we met.”

Ike stares at Ben, godsmacked. You had never told him about being Sy’s goddaughter.

“Crazy, ain’t it...?” Ben chuckles.

“Me becoming a family man? That's what Love does to a person, I guess.”

Doing his best to repress his inner turmoil, Ike forces a strain chuckle of his own.

“Didn’t think you liked kids.”

“I didn’t” Ben flashes him a toothy grin.

“Then I met my little Ladybug and instantly fell in love.”

“Sound almost poetic” Ike grumbles.

“It was” Ben responds, turning more serious then.

“That little girl deserves a father in her life, and I plan on being it.”

*

Oh, I worship the woman you walked on

I hold her at night, 'til she's satisfied

I try to right all you did wrong

I worship the woman you walked on

A frustrated Ike shoves his hands into his pants pockets; slowly rocking back and forth.

“Must really love her mom then?”

“Oh, I worship the ground she walks on” Ben smiles proudly.

“She deserves the word, and I plan on giving it to her. Even thinking about having a kid of our own.”

“What?” Ike blurts out in shock.

“Well, Emma needs a sibling... a kid of my own wouldn’t be so bad either” Ben answers nonchalantly.

Feeling overwhelmed by everything, Ike cuts the conservation short.

“As nice as this was Ben, I should be getting back to business.”

“Sure, sure...” Ben waves him off, returning to his card game.

*

Oh, I worship

Oh, the woman

You walked on

You don't wrong a heart, of a woman that loves you

You don't turn your back on her tears...

Ike moved like a bat-out-of-hell as he walked back to his office. Finally making it, he grabs the first thing in front of him; launching it straight across the room as he cursed out loudly.

Your daughter, Emma... was his!

“You ok, Mr. E?” a wide-eyed Flo enters the office.

“What?!” Ike spins around to glare at her.

“Are you ok?” Flo carefully repeats.

“Ahem...” Ike takes a second to compose himself.

“Yeah, Flo. J-Just the pageant people stressing me.”

Flo nods in understanding, leaving him to himself then.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Ike walks around his desk; rubbing at his eyes as he drops into his seat.

“What the fuck am I going to do...?”  

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