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[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

If you're still doing requests

Maybe some Tuckboose?

cuddle time

[graff-aganda]

HELLO I MUST SCREAM ABOUT UR ENTERPRISE ART. THIS IS ME SCREAMING AT YOU. I LOVE IT SM. PLS KNOW I LOVE IT. UR STYLE IS SO COOL.

what!! 😭 you're way too kind omg... ;; take this doodle of the lads <3

[rinneverse]

pspspsp,,, do you perhaps have a spare boothill thought or two ,, sfw or nsfw,,,

i most certainly do have a few spare boothill thoughts! mostly nsfw ( ¬‿¬) walk with me nonnie… heheheh this got a wee bit too out of hand and i dropped WAY more than a few thoughts (and i am also tipsy, so i apologize in advance if something doesn't make sense) regardless, i hope u rlly like this :3

cw. assorted boothill x f!reader thoughts, manhandling, biting, improper use of a lasso (bondage!), mentions of overstim, lack of stamina is a foreign concept to boothill, talk of cyborg dick and artificial cum, creampies. not proofread in the slightest if there are typos no there's not

𓆩♡𓆪 the thing about boothill is how unafraid he is of manhandling you. while he's aware that humans are much more fragile than he, he knows your limits like the back of his hand and he knows what you can handle. you can take him like a big girl, can't you?

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll fold you in half, put you in all sorts of positions, toss you over his shoulder and pat your plush ass with a smug laugh. if you decide you want to ride him and get all tuckered out, thighs burning, the moment you're whining and babbling for his help he's already on it. big hands envelop your waist as he moves you to his whims.

𓆩♡𓆪 boothill likes to see you pleasure-drunk, entirely fucked out by the time he's done with you. he can go for as long as you need, baby; you just have to say the word. he can eat you out for hours, fuck you for double that, and still have enough energy to take care of you afterwards.

𓆩♡𓆪 cyborg sex has the potential to really get freaky tbh... he's definitely had chats with you about different 'attachments...' whatever you're into. he's definitely figured out which size makes you cum the most, and will indulge your every whim—especially when you shyly ask him "baby... can we go bigger?" (if he still had a human body, his dick would be rock fucking hard right now.) he's definitely looked into vibrating attachments. great heavens.

𓆩♡𓆪 SPEAKING OF attachments he's looked into: boothill has definitely found a way to creampie you. the tipping point for him deep diving into this was when you were just whinin' so pretty for him, begging for more, and you had let it slip that you wished so bad for him to be able to cum into you. lo and behold, he finds a solution and he surprises you by cumming deep in your aching cunt one night. the two of you definitely make a mess of your bedsheets by the end of the day (and you probably had the most earth-shattering orgasms you've ever had in your life).

𓆩♡𓆪 the day you finally asked him what his teeth would feel like, boothill's grinning like a maniac. he won't bite so hard that it hurts too much, but he knows how much you like the power he holds over you. sharp teeth sink into flesh, followed by a hot tongue that laves over the mark adoringly.

𓆩♡𓆪 another day he indulged you... there was one time he noticed you eyeing the lasso that hangs at his hips. he smiles wolfishly at you and asks, "like what you see, darlin'?" he's surprised when you shyly nod your head and look up at him with sweet doe eyes and asks if maybe... he'd consider using it in the bedroom?

𓆩♡𓆪 and oh, he did. he considered it maybe a little too hard (he jerked himself off far too many times that day). when the time came for him to use it on you, he was fiending. he ties your wrists to the bedposts and just goes to town, treating your cute body like a pretty little cum dump. he's definitely a big fan. especially when you can't run away from all the pleasure he wants to give you <3

𓆩♡𓆪 he doesn't look it, but i think he provides good aftercare. he knows how fragile the human body is firsthand: that's why he's a cyborg now. he'll take care of you. without fail, every time he's done with you, you're practically a puddle, exhausted and jelly-boned, and boothill is scooping you up into his metal arms. and yet despite the cool metal pressing against your flesh, you feel warm. maybe it's just the love pouring out of his every action, the way he treats your body with absolute reverence and adoration as he cleans you up and gets you ready for some rest.

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

[cottoncandy-cult]

Necessary Steps

Shiva x Daughter! Reader

Shiva lounged sleepily in his garden; his wives were doing their own activities in the various parts of his home in the heavens. His children were all out and about as well, aside from one exception. Resting on Shiva's chest was his youngest child, his baby girl. She was always with him; the little girl was quite attached to her father and some days no one could calm her but him. (Y/n) wasn't usually too fussy, so the days that she would have her fits were met with patience and usually compliance from the large god's end. Shiva knew when to discipline his children, but when he looked at her chubby little cheeks, he felt like there wasn't any particular reason he had to leave her home that day. Of course, the other gods knew better than to comment on him carrying the baby girl about Valhalla, he was more than willing to throw 3 out of 4 hands if he felt particularly embarrassed. Today hadn't been one of (Y/n)'s fussy days though, instead it was a quiet and slow day. When Shiva found his baby girl playing alone in her room, he decided it was nap time. So, he had been quick to scoop her up, bringing her outside to enjoy the weather. Of course, little (Y/n) didn't complain, all that could be heard from her were the sweet coos and giggles that soothed any stress Shiva may be carrying.

Shiva had spent a few minutes finding a safe and quiet place away from the hustle of the home as the servants went about their cleaning, once he had found a place he deemed suitable, Shiva l got them situated in the soft cool grass. He had decided to help her tucker herself out by practicing her walking, so he stood on his knees and used his hands to keep her stable and help her walk through the grass. 2 of his large hands held her sides in a gentle grip, he treated all his kids with a gentle hand but (Y/n) was just so small he couldn't help but treat her like porcelain. His other 2 hands hovered close, letting her tinier hands grip onto his fingers as he allowed her to lead him where she wanted to go. Though it didn't take long for her to decide to simply sit down and play with her father's massive hands, the tiny girl babbled away while squeezing and tugging on his fingers. This went on for a while, Shiva quietly playing with his daughter in this solitary corner of the garden. "Such a bright little soul you are princess, papa's gonna be kicking all kinds of butt when you get older." He chuckled while gently poking her cheek, his grin widening as she giggled and swatted at his hand. When she finally yawned, he felt his shoulders relax, he had earned his nap for the day. Carefully he lifted her into his arms and lowered himself backwards, large and muscular frame resting on the cool grass as a soft tiny form was nestled against the firm muscle of her father's chest. The little girl yawned once more, tiny eyes shutting as her pudgy cheek squished against the center of Shiva's chest. He allowed one of his large hands to rest gently over her back, more than able to cover her body with his gentle warmth.

2 of Shiva's arms crossed behind his head as the other lie across his stomach, all his eyes shut while the two of them basked in the cool warmth of the early summer day. The weather was often nice in heaven, while not immune to storms and seasons the more severe weather was far and in between. But this day in particular felt especially nice to the powerful god, as he basked in more than the sunlight. His thumb stroked along his daughter's spine, a soothing and loving gesture. Shiva loved all his wives and children dearly and fairly; he had special moments with each and every one of them that he kept close to his heart. But these moments with his youngest felt special, the other kids had never really had a preference for who had been caring for them when they were babies. But then came little (Y/n) who never failed to make Shiva feel like the most important thing in the world, she was a loving child but when it came to her father it was like no one else could compete. Even on the tough days, her love of him made him feel like he had to have done something right in the past to end up with such a child. He often compared her to sunshine, as she was pure and nonjudgemental. It didn't matter what he had done in his past, it didn't matter if he lost his temper during a meeting and threatened another god that day, nothing mattered to his baby girl because to her he was without fault. Of course, his wives and other children offered plenty of love and support, but as they get older and mature, he knows they have their own thoughts and opinions based on logic and don't always voice what they truly think of certain situations. But (Y/n) didn't have logic yet, she didn't have the independence to form of a real opinion on anything. And sometimes that soothes part of Shiva that feels shame when dealing with other adults, they saw his faults and even if they did not hold them against him, they still gave Shiva a sense of shame and made him feel judged.

So sometimes he valued his daughter's innocence and youthful ignorance, sometimes it meant the world to him that she didn't know how he could be sometimes. That she had yet to witness the parts of himself he considered shameful, he hoped she never would see that side of him. He wanted to temper himself by the time she's old enough to understand, he doesn't want to make a fool of himself and lose the innocent love she had for him. He could never say it out loud, but his youngest made him want to do better. He knew his self-control wasn't always the best and he sometimes got a little tripped up in his ego, sure he was a god but there was still a time and place for certain behaviors and despite his age he still sometimes acted like a defiant teen testing boundaries. He didn't want his daughter to end up a chaotic handful, he knew it could get dangerous for her if she ended up too much like him. So, he wanted to set a better example, the only reason the other kids weren't feral had been because of his wives. But (Y/n)'s desire to be near her father made things different, it meant she was always watching him and how he behaved. It meant he had to be more concerned with her safety than his ego, so he had to do better or risk her life and future. "You really have left me no choice… what a pain…" He sighed, looking at his sleeping baby girl with a soft grin that no one but her would ever see. It would be hard to change his tendencies, he had been set in his ways for thousands of years. But it was about time he put in the work and prove why he alone stands at the top of the Hindu pantheon; he is not only the best fighter of his pantheon but he's also the best father. And he won't let anyone forget that.

[fruitcakebro]

I love imagining swapping the protagonists of totally incompatable shows.

Aang from Avatar the last airbender and Danny Phantom.

Aang sets up a therapy program for ghosts so they can talk out their problems without the need for excess violence. He and Sam get along very well, as they have many ideals in common. He and Tucker also get along well, because Tucker reminds him of Sokka. Aang is essentially on vacation from being the avatar for a bit.

Danny feels obligated to do Aang's job, since he's the reason Aang isn't here. But unfortunately, ghost powers and bending aren't very similar. He can mostly do the bridge-to-the-spirit-world job since he's a half-ghost anyway, and he has a ton of fun fighting Zuko. But an entire army is a little out of his ability. Mostly he's fine until they get to book 3 stuff.

Aphmau from Minecraft diaries and Izuku Midoriya from My hero academia.

Izuku shows up in Phoenix Drop with no idea what's going on, but he gets the scoop pretty quickly. Suddenly their Zane problems go from 'insurmountable' to 'yeah, Midoriya can take care of that in a couple of weeks'.

Meanwhile, Aphmau gets to spend some time in an enviorment where there are people already used to dealing with young people who have no idea how to control their powers, and she gets some time to actually practice with competant teachers.

[atinyaccount]

Peachyville Ship Name Ideas

Some friends and I have come up with ship names for the Peachyville civillians. I'll add any I missed and if you guys come up with more!! (with credit) Just in case: any ship names that don't have a (username credit) are ones i came up with :3

Ship Names

Kelsey/Trudy/Tony - polybowl (from someone i dont remember who)

Tony/Kelsey > Tonsley - Kelsony (@siogosho) > Teacher's Pet

Trudy/Kelsey - ApplePie (Rayne aka Tony's #1 fan came up with this one pretty sure)

Tony/Trudy > CarCircuits > Transformer Kelsey Grammar/(Ms? Mrs?) Pickett > BingoCards > Gramkett > Grahamcracker > Pickar

Tucker/Trudy > (tucker doesnt deserve a shipname with Trudy /lhj)

Tucker/Brian > ScienceBook - BadApple (opposite of ApplePie) (chasegirl and I collabed with this one)

Tucker/Dr. Mann - Macker (Old Man Raleigh discord mod) > Doctor’s Orders - Dr. Tuck (Old Man Raleigh) > Dr. Trout - Tunn (Old Man Raleigh) - Tucann [pronounced toucan] (Old Man Raleigh) - Truman (Old Man Raleigh)

Dr. Mann/Tony Colette - Lovesick (Guppie_Puppie360 on TikTok)

Tucker/Brian/Third Key > Key Holders

Francis/Carly > Franly > PoodleScoops (from my friend @creativelie! Carly could be wearing a poodle skirt <3) - SodaStraws (from @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls) - Minty Bullets (@taylortheanimerangerteen)

Shane/Carly > Shanly Carly/Julie - MintyMalts (@jannibannis)

Francis/Shane/Carly > Shanecisly > Carlanecis > Frananely > TripleSodaStraws (inspired by @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls) - TripleScoop (polychrome)

Francis Farnsworth/Shane Silva > Shancis - Silvaworth (@siogosho) > Ice Cream - SingleScoop (Nikita) > BulletHoles

Molly/Britannica > Mollanica > Night Case

Francis/Sticky Rick - Frick/Fricky ((jo) (mama) on the discord server) > Ricksworth > StickyFingers (sticky for Rick but also sticky fingers for ice cream and getting in trouble) 

Platonic

Britannica & Milton > Peachy Kean 

Francis & Britannica > Inside Scoop (I will die on this hill) > Detective Scoops > Detective Shoots > Shoot Clues Francis & Julie - Malts & Bullets (@glitch3d0ut)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hi sakuraaaa I saw requests are open so I wanted to ask- May I requesteth a platonic Ler itto or Ryuji with lee reader rararararararar- If so then thank youu :D

Ler!Itto x lee!reader

This is a bit shorter than normal (as if all my fics arent short-) but still hope you like it nontheless :3

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Itto x gn!reader (interpret as you wish)

Lee: reader

Ler: Itto

Warnings: Tickles! Itto calls reader "hombre" at the beginning but take it neutral lol

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“Sup’ hombre!— Woah, you look terrible! What happened?” the one and oni had approached you with his usual boisterous demeanor, planning on dragging you into his next adventure that may land him in jail again. All those thoughts went out the window when he saw the undereye bags that adorned your face. 

“Busy, can’t sleep” a sharp response emerged from you, like an automatic machine.

“Busy with what? I’m sure that whatever it is isn’t more important than rest”

Nothing. Complete silence filled the room. Whether you purposely ignored him or got zoned out didn’t matter, Itto’s expression looked as if you just had insulted his whole culture for refusing to take care of yourself. 

“You gonna play like that, huh? Fine then! You asked for this” a mischievous smile spread across his lips as he sat behind you, scooping you onto his lap with ease.

“Woah!— Itto, what gives‐” any complaints fell deaf as you felt some malicious nails claw at your tummy. 

“What’s wrong? Someone’s got a ticklish belly?~” he cooed into your ear, watching as your tired body squirmed. 

“S-stohohop it! I’m seheherious!” you couldn’t hold back. Sleepy giggles spilling out of your lips against your will as the oni’s fingers squeezed and scribbled all over the soft skin. 

“Well so am I! See? Serioussss” he made an attempt at seeming firm with you, which only made you giggle louder, much to his amusement. 

“Pff, silly. But jokes aside, you better get some sleep, or else~” uh oh, those words never lead to anything good.

“Or else whaHAHAHAHA?!” you squealed at the top of your lungs when you felt his lips vibrate against the side of your neck. Before nibbling and making playful growling noises.

“GYAHHH! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I’LL REHEHEST! JUST STYAHAHA—”

Just like that, the tickling ceased. You instantly took deep breaths, feeling like you just ran away from the police trying not to get caught with the Arataki gang. 

All that squirming and laughing really tuckered you out, eyelids slowly fluttering closed. There was a nice warmth in your chest, perhaps you needed this more than you initially thought. Remember to thank him later when you wake up.

Itto didn’t mind having you sleep in his lap, if anything he adored it. He patted your head delicately like a small kitten. “Sleep well, cutie~” he whispered into your ear before placing a ‘lil kiss on your forehead. You can rest safe knowing this oni’s got you.

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[xo-cori]

hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.

hands on your knees, angelina jolie

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.

warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁

a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!

Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.

They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.

“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”

Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.

“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.

You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.

“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.

“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.

“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”

“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”

Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”

“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”

She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”

“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 3 - Family Fun Night

Merry & Bright Masterlist

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kid fic, Karens

Summary: Bucky and Steve go to their daughters' school play.

(If your name is Karen, I'm sorry and sending warm hugs)

Bucky’s been able to ignore the encroaching Holiday season for longer than usual this year. 

Between the warm-ish fall weather and his continuing therapy appointments, the ceaseless calls from his publisher and that guy from Warner Brothers, and the move and the overwhelming demands of a newborn, it’s just hard to believe that it could already be Thanksgiving next week.

Steve’s next text coming through just about drives a bulldozer through that delusion:

Steve: Hey, I’m at the store right now. You want me to pick anything up for this ‘Friendsgiving’-extravaganza? I know Jarvis said he’s got it handled, but I feel like we should have backups for the girls? Just in case Tony’s picked out some sort of weird, avant garde menu? Becs really has her heart set on pumpkin pie. And Sarah, well …

Bucky: You could ask Pepper. I think we’re safe as long as there’s mac ‘n’ cheese and rolls. Anyway we’ve got over a week to sort it out.

Steve: … Babe, today’s Tuesday. We’ve got two days. 

Bucky immediately checks his phone calendar, and sure enough, Thanksgiving is this week, not next. Fuck. 

“Ohshit,” he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head as he realizes that this means tonight is the school play, not next Tuesday. “Fuck. Shit!” In his hands, his phone chimes.

Steve: So, pie?

Bucky texts back a harried ‘yes’, thinking that he’s got to get his butt back to the tower immediately. He very suddenly has only about nine hours before his children need to be fitted with their (as of yet not even near-to-finished) homemade costumes. Becca’s paper mache drumstick still needs spray painted, and Sarah’s supposed to be a scoop of mashed potatoes that Bucky still needs to find something to act as the pat of butter on top.

“Jarvis, help.” Bucky says as he hoofs it back in the direction of the tower. 

 Jarvis’ voice emanates from his phone: “Mr. Rogers. How can I be of assistance?”

Bucky rattles off the craft supplies they’re going to need. “And if you know anyone on Stark’s payroll who’s good with a needle and thread, that wouldn’t hurt either.”

It seems like only yesterday they were dressed up as Buzz and Woody, letting Bo Peep and a very bossy Jessie drag them around from house to house. They’d trick-or-treated in the Cobble Hill neighborhood where they technically don’t live yet but will soon, once the house is finished being refurbished. Bucky had carried Gabe strapped to his front as one of the Little Green Men alien squeaker toy thingies, and Steve had pulled a wagon along for when one or both of the girls inevitably became too tuckered out to—

Anyhow, point is: it feels like they were trick‘or’treating all of two seconds ago.

And now Thanksgiving is in two days? What the everloving fuck?

Bucky spends a very brief amount of time that afternoon being irrationally mad at his husband, as if it’s Steve’s fault that his pregnancy brain has apparently extended into the postpartum period and allowed him to lose track of time. He grumps privately that Steve should’ve somehow magically known that he was mentally operating in the wrong week, and should have thus alerted him that the holiday was imminent! Stupid Steve. What the hell is the alpha good for, anyway?

Later that evening of course, he realizes how ridiculous that is. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s actually upset with himself—partly because of the mad scramble he’s left with to get ready for Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy’s family fun night, but even moreso because of the 5k he now has to face up to in less than forty-eight hours. (What real, qualitative difference one more week of jogging in the park was really going to make, Bucky can’t say, but he’d been counting on it to help him work his confidence up about the whole ordeal.)

It’s not like he wouldn’t back out of it if he could, but he absolutely cannot back out. This is the first ever Brooklyn Bridge American Heroes Turkey Trot, co-sponsored by Stark Industries and Barnes Prosthetics (yes, Bucky is the genius who thought it’d be fine and dandy to plan a 5k less than half a year after giving birth). Together, he and Tony have started a foundation for veterans and civilian victims of the regime years, to help provide them access to the high quality, bio-integrative prosthetics that Bucky’s company makes.

Since it’s not exactly cheap to weld a robot arm onto somebody, Bucky and Tony have partnered with Wounded Warrior Project for this charity run; done to raise funds for vets who don’t happen to have a spare ninety grand lying around to fund their surgeries. The limbs themselves are, of course, all provided free of charge by Barnes Prosthetics, and the overall costs are at least somewhat ameliorated by various amenities provided by Stark.

As the visible face of the charity, Bucky’s got no choice: he needs to show up, show off, and show support. He’s expected to be there to make nice with all the other amputees who’ll be running, and to show off how happy and perfect his life is now that he’s got the Asset IV prototype cybernetic implant attached to his body. It is a bitchin’ arm, and Bucky is excited to get to hand one of those gigantic cardboard checks over to the Wounded Warrior guys, but he really, really wishes he’d thought to postpone the Foundation’s first run until next Thanksgiving. 

At least he’ll have Steve there with him, he thinks. His Alpha has promised not to outpace him to any embarrassing degree, Darcy is fine with keeping Gabe until they get back, and Tony has even arranged to have the girls set up for the Macy’s parade with a disgustingly VIP viewing situation on Central Park West. But aside from those few hours on Thanksgiving morning, Bucky’s daughters will remain under his purview for the holidays this year. 

And the hubbub begins with Family Fun Night that evening. 

Bucky alone has to deal with Sarah’s anxiety problems leading up to the curtain call for this stupid fucking school play. “Hold still, Honey,” he begs, speaking past the safety pin he’s got held between his lips as he kneels there and uses both of his hands to try and do a last minute costume fix. “Sarah I said hold still.”

“Fix it daddy, fix it!” 

He’s crouched next to his youngest daughter in the school’s hallway, trying to better secure the pat of “butter” (a folded yellow tea towel) to the top of her not-so-great mashed potato costume. Steve is off somewhere with the drumstick, helping her to not be scared about walking out on stage. “Baby, please. I can’t fix it if you keep moving around,” Bucky growls, but his frustrated tone only makes Sarah get more hysterical about her role in the play being messed up by a floppy tea towel. She starts to cry about how she doesn’t want to do this anymore. 

“Sarah Winnifred, I swear to God, if you don’t hold still, you’re gonna have a new hole poked in your head!”

He and Steve sit proudly in the fourth row back and watch the play that their children’s overpriced prep school is putting on before it lets out for Thanksgiving break.

At the end of the final song, when all of the students are lined up on the stage like a demented paper-mache buffet of human-sized food items, bowing hand in hand, Steve and Bucky rise with all the other parents for a standing ovation, humongous smiles plastered on their faces. Steve tries to do a finger whistle with middling success, then he leans over to Bucky’s ear and cheerfully whispers, “That was so dumb!”

Bucky laughs, still clapping and beaming with absolute pride for his daughters. “Yeah it was friggin’ awful!” 

The curtain falls, and he and Steve exit the auditorium to go backstage and congratulate the girls. A very excited drumstick and mashed potatoes run up and start talking over each other to tell their fathers all about the play that they just performed. “Papa! Daddy! Did you see me?! Did you see my song?!!” 

“What about meee?!”

“Sure did, Becs. You were really good!” 

“The best turkey drumstick ever.”

For being such excellent thespians and to celebrate their acting debut, they present the girls with two foil-wrapped tulips that they bought out in the lobby. Becca especially, seems very proud of her flower, twirling in her drumstick costume and holding it to her nose again and again. Bucky’s smile wavers with emotion as he gets that warm, shot-of-whiskey feeling once again, and he remembers that Life is Good. He catches Steve’s eye from over top of the mashed potatoes, and they share one of those silent “I Love You” moments. Steve shoots him a wink.

It being family fun night, Darcy appears as planned and ushers the girls away to go change back into regular clothes before they head over to the kids’ party in the gymnasium. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky go to the reception that’s been put together for the parents. Bucky isn’t super keen on attending, but he promised the girls that they could play games with the other kids for at least an hour, so he and Steve make an admirable attempt to mingle amongst the other parents.

Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy is an exclusive elementary school on the Upper East Side. Due to its sheer proximity to Stark Tower, and since bussing the girls all the way to Brooklyn for an entire year would’ve been too much of a hassle, Steve and Bucky chose to enroll them there. It’s only temporary, until the renovations on the Cobble Hill house are complete and they’re able to move back to Brooklyn. Bucky is looking forward to being able to walk his children the two picturesque blocks between their house and the neighborhood school each day.

But until then, it’s the more snobbish parents and overzealous PTA moms of Coulton-Chestor that he has to navigate at functions such as tonight’s. Bucky’s been taking some time off work ever since things got very pregnant-and-miserable in about month eight, but he still considers himself a working father, and as such there is an awkward disconnect between him and the more … involved stay-at-home parents who surround him at the reception.

At least there are hors d’oeuvres and cocktails, which give him something to do with his hands. Steve starts chatting with a few of the parents who are running the silent auction, and Bucky avoids getting drawn into bidding on overpriced theater tickets by heading over to the refreshments table. He’s just finished loading up on a bunch of mini quiches and cocktail weenies, when the one person he’d hoped to fully avoid at this function makes her attack. Bucky turns around with his little plate of foot and startles as he’s suddenly faced with a familiar, blonde-haired woman. 

“James!” She’s got a tea-length dress, an overly-whitened smile, and a ponytail that’s been curled to within an inch of its life. It’s Karen.

(No, her name is literally Karen.)

And in Bucky’s limited experience with her, she has an uncanny ability to make every social interaction the exact opposite of what Bucky would like it to be. It’s just a gift some people have.

She swoops in with two other omega parents by her sides, introducing them as “Jill” and “Nate.” Bucky plasters on a smile to match hers while she air kisses his cheeks in that way that rich people who think they’re cultured always do.

“You made it,” she coos, acting pleased to see him. In all fairness, she might be. Bucky’s never point blank told the woman that he finds her insufferable, and she always seems to make a beeline for the more well-to-do parents. Ever since she found out that Bucky and Steve not only rub shoulders with Tony Stark, but are actually living with him, she’s been eager to make Bucky one of her besties. “It’s been too long. How are you, darling?”

“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, gesturing with his plate of cocktail weenies. “Hanging in there.”

“And how is that gorgeous new baby of yours doing?” she asks, nudging Jill to announce, “James is married to Commander Rogers. They have three children.”

Jill and Nate make a polite fuss over that, while Bucky tries to act gracious and think of a way to correct Karen that “Commander” isn’t Steve’s title, and if he ever hears her referring to him as such, he’ll be offended. “How is your family doing?” Bucky asks, more to get the topic off himself rather than due to any real interest. 

Like most of the Coulton-Chestor moms, Karen is married to a well-to-do Alpha, has precisely one child, and spends her time trying to climb as high in Manhattan “Mommy” society as possible. Having a living child at all is automatically a foot up in terms of social standing, Bucky’s learned, and the moms of Park Avenue lord their accomplishments higher than most. Most times Bucky’s met her, Karen’s been wearing diamond solitaires with designer workout clothes and brandishing her own fertility like a damn merit badge. 

Karen brags about her son for a few minutes, and when it seems like everyone in their small group is necessitated to take a turn with regards to their own offspring, Bucky throws some random fact out about how the girls have been doing. Jill and Nate start gushing over Bucky’s grand accomplishment of having three kids, which is practically unheard of. 

“You must be so proud. How lucky to have three healthy children!”

“What were yours in the play?” Jill asks, and she seems friendly enough so Bucky makes an effort to tell her about how he’s responsible for the turkey leg and the mashed potatoes. She giggles and nods and says her son was one of the pumpkins.

“Oh, ha, yeah. They had quite the little dance routine, didn’t they?” 

Bucky’s smile turns annoyed when Karen feels the need to point out, “Yes! And your little Rebecca kept up alright, didn’t she? She seemed able to follow along with the other kids quite well!”

“Yes,” Bucky says peevishly. “She’s very talented.” 

“Isn’t it wonderful here? I just love how inclusive Coulton-Chestor is,” Karen simpers. She turns to the other moms and starts telling them about how Becca is in her son’s “regular” class, and how she’s always so sweet, and so helpful to the other students. She talks about Becca like she’s a little mascot, or a class pet, and it rankles Bucky’s nerve to no end.

Since the fertility crisis began, there’s been more stigma placed on children with any sorts of disabilities, and Bucky’s had to deal with a lot of thinly-veiled prejudice due to his daughter’s special needs ever since he started advocating to get her into the same high-quality school programs as Sarah. The public school system still hasn’t recovered, and with limited slots available in all childcare-related fields these days, people are more ruthlessly competitive for their children than ever before. 

“Yes, we like it here,” Bucky agrees. “Though we’ll be switching to a different school next year, when we move to the new house over in Brooklyn.”

“You’re not leaving The Tower?” Karen gasps, as if that’s the most horrible, ludicrous decision. Given that she makes it sound like Bucky and his family are choosing to move out of friggin’ Buckingham Palace, Nate and Jill predictably get curious and ask:

“The ‘Tower’?”

“Stark Tower,” Karen chirps, excited to tell the other two omegas, “James and his husband live there.”

 Nate’s eyebrows go up. “They live there. In the tower?”

“Oh yes! Didn’t you know? Why, they’re friends with the Starks.”

“Really? Oh, I’ve heard such good things about that Pepper Potts,” Jill gushes. “Seems like a lovely woman. How do you know her?”

Bucky smiles, pained. “Actually I knew Tony first. We work together.”

“You work?” Nate sneers. Bucky ignores him. 

“Yeah, I met Tony back during the, ah … well, during the regime years.”

“Gilead? Oh. Huh.”

(“Wonder what the Starks were doing, back then? Were they married then?”

“You never do hear what celebrities got up to during all that, do you?”

“No, you never do.”)

Bucky hums, not intending to get into a conversation about it, but Karen forces his hand by volunteering, “Wasn’t that all in your book though, James?” 

“Um,”

Karen enthusiastically tells the others, “He was one of those resistance fighters, can you believe it? That’s how he lost his arm.” (Everybody’s eyes not-so-surreptitiously fly to where Bucky’s left hand is sticking out of his sweater, holding onto the plate of hors d'oeuvres.) “And he was a vessel. His husband was one of the commanders down in Washington. That’s where they met!”

“Really?”

“Steve wasn’t a real commander …” Bucky hedges.

“Oh he wrote a whole book about it! You really must read it.” Karen rattles off the title and both Nate and Jill make sounds of recognition. 

“Ooh. You know, I’ve heard of that book.”

“Great,” Bucky mutters. He has to smile along politely and answer them as they start asking him fascinated questions, with Karen supplying details every time he tries to demure and change the topic to something less sensational. 

“He’s just being modest!” she simpers, laying her hand on Bucky’s arm in an overly familiar way. “James, tell them about how you were on the View.”

Bucky reluctantly does, and Jill and Nate nod along, enthused to hear about how he’s been on television and met the hosts of the show. “It really wasn’t all that exciting,” Bucky insists. “I wasn’t the main guest. They had, you know, real celebrities that went after me. Reese Witherspoon and stuff.”

“You met Reese Witherspoon?”

“No, no. I didn’t. I was only there for like, two minutes. It wasn’t even important.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Karen prods smugly. “A little birdy told me that Netflix was trying to buy up the film rights to your book.”

Bucky doesn’t even care, he openly shoots her a withering glare this time. “I can assure you that’s not true.” (It’s HBO, and it isn’t Bucky’s fault if she doesn’t have her details right.) 

Karen continues to gab to the other two parents about it anyway, insisting that some omega heartthrob actor whom Bucky has never heard of would be the ideal casting choice to portray him in the film version of his book. “And Chris Hemsworth. Oh! Wouldn’t he just be perfect to play your Steve?”

“Nobody’s making a movie out of it!” Bucky snaps, fed up with her incessant gossiping. “It’s not happening.” He looks around awkwardly at the end of his outburst, aware of Nate and Jill’s surprised expressions. “Um, I just mean: the studios were shopping around,” he mutters. “But I said no.” 

Of course this is very disappointing to Karen, and she tries to tell Bucky what a mistake that is, talking about how interested everybody would be in the subject matter. “I just saw an episode of the Dr. Phil show where they were talking about it,” she says. “They had wives and some of those vessels on. Even a commander.”

Bucky hums dispassionately. “Sounds like trash tv to me.” He’ll be damned if he lets Karen know he was asked onto that program as well. “Just people trying to make a spectacle out of it.”

Karen titters awkwardly and agrees, but Bucky can tell that she’s annoyed at him for shutting her gossip down. “Well, it’s all very controversial, of course,” she excuses. “And a commitment like that would just be so much more on your plate.”

Bucky nods, glad that she’s dropping it. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“After all, you’re already a working mother,” she says, saying ‘working’ all hurriedly and quietly, as if it’s something not to be mentioned. “I’m sure you just want to focus on your family, now. With the new baby and all.” 

“Congratulations,” Jill gushes. “Did you have a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. Gabe. He just turned four months old last week.”

“Oh, how wonderful.”

“Another omega for your family?”

“No, Karen,” Bucky says, annoyance audible in his voice. “We haven’t had him tested. We’re just going to wait and find out the old fashioned way.”

“Oh. I see.”

They all seem taken aback, because it’s very rare for a newborn not to be tested for designation these days. Much to Bucky’s chagrin, gender roles only seem to be becoming more emphasized than ever. Jill chuckles awkwardly and tries to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s so progressive of you. Dan had our little Archie in an alpha playgroup by the time he could crawl, I swear.”

They all titter over that, and Bucky tries to scan the room for any sight of Steve without being too obvious in what he’s doing. He spots him over by the punch bowl. “Um, I’m sorry,” he excuses. “I think I see my husband calling me.” He starts to make his escape, but Karen grabs him just as he’s turning.

“Oh, James, wait! We wanted to ask if you’d help us plan the Winter Gala.”

“Oh, I uh.”

“We’re going to have the children do a nativity scene. And I was thinking a candlelight service. Wouldn’t that just be picturesque?”

Bucky makes a face. “Sorry, Karen. My family isn’t very religious.”

“Oh, no but it’ll be interdenominational!” she insists with a big grin. “You celebrate Christmas, of course!”

“No.”

“... No?” 

“Not really,” Bucky grunts. “I mean, we do a tree and a menorah and all that, but ..."

“Menorah?” she says, and the way she squinches her eyes sets Bucky’s nerves on edge. “You’re not Jewish?”

Bucky pulls his arm back to himself. “Culturally, yes. Steve’s family is Catholic, mine’s Jewish. But we’ve decided that organized religion isn’t what’s right for our family.”

“Oh! But you can still come to the church service!” Karen says brightly. “It’ll be—”

“We’re not religious,” Bucky blurts out, sick of stepping around the issue and having lost his patience. He’s tired of politely fielding other people’s invitations for him and his husband and children to come and check out ‘this congregation’ or that, and figures he’ll just squash any chance there might be of him actually getting roped into planning holiday festivities with the Coulton-Chestor evangelical set. “We’re pretty much raising the girls Atheist,” he tells Karen, watching as her smile flickers like a bulb hanging on by its very last filament. He feels a degree of nasty satisfaction at having perturbed her. 

Disturbingly, the Christian Right has continued to grow in popularity—culturally, if not politically—these past few years, and Bucky has very little tolerance for it (he tried to show tolerance before the regime, and look how that ended up). He knows his family is in the minority, and it’s very apparent how this information makes the friendly light in even Nate and Jill’s eyes dim somewhat.

“I’m sure you’ll plan something great, though,” he excuses brightly, turning around to go and find Steve and see if it isn’t too early to make their escape. “It was nice catching up!”

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Down in the dark where the waves won’t go, I’m bound to find my way.

Sunny and Buggy disagree over the next steps of their life together leading to them spending time apart.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe for swearing and arguing. Warning: Each chapter will have a specific warning. Epilogue!!! Happy ending!!! AAAA!! Word Count: 2,111 A/N: The direct sequel to "No locked upon land...", the fic that started it all. I do not use "You" in this as now that Sunny is an established OC I decided not to go that route. The ending!! Happy!! Also I'm of the belief that you never remember every person you've ever met in your life. You may cross paths multiple times and not realize it. Hence how I chose to end this. Thank you for reading this! It was fun and painful and great to write!

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker

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Epilogue

It was weird sleeping in but Buggy insisted on it the night before. He said he would get the baby up and even make breakfast (she wasn't too sure on that part) but that she deserved to sleep in. The last year had been hard on them, from the fights to their brief separation to Sunny telling Buggy she was pregnant. She never saw him fall to pieces so quickly before until that moment. 

He had been shocked into silence for just a few minutes before he shrieked and rushed to go tell the crew, leaving Sunny behind in the pantry. She could hear the excited cheers from the crew. Apparently they were just as excited as their captain.

“Shh, shh, why are you fussing? You're not supposed to fuss when daddy carries you! It's not flashy!”

She cracked an eye open and looked over towards the door. Buggy held Gold against his chest while carrying a tray of food with his hands out in front of him. The baby was fussy even though Buggy was trying his best to calm him.

“Gold, buddy, come on, Mama's sleeping and you're gonna wake her up.” He huffed softly as he tried his best to soothe him. “I already changed you and you didn't want the mush she made you last night, so what do you want?”

She grinned and burrowed herself under the covers. She'd let him suffer a bit more. He didn't have to carry a baby for 9 months or spend over 30 hours in labor. All he did was cry when the baby was finally born and he finally saw his son with his little fluffy blonde hair and little red nose.

“Goldie, kiddo, you're killing me here.” Buggy whined. Sunny sighed and finally rolled over to face them, only to burst out laughing at the sight of her husband covered in flour, eggs, and she was pretty sure there was some jam in his hair. He glared at her as he set the tray on the bed and passed her the baby. Gold’s eyes lit up and he was happy to snuggle in her arms. She kissed him on the forehead and smiled. 

“You okay there, Buggy?”

“I cooked you breakfast!” He told her. “The skillet was too hot and I burned my fingers, and then the water boiled over when I made your tea. The eggs spilled onto the two of us so I had to change Gold again and then he sneezed as I had a scoop of flour and it got everywhere.”

Sunny distracted herself by looking at the tray of food and tried not to erupt into giggles. The piece of toast seemed to have a little hand print in the jam. She looked back at Buggy as he scooted himself into bed beside her and took a bite of the toast.

“Honey, you have jam in your hair.” She pointed out. He groaned and slumped against her as Gold watched his daddy curiously. “There's a little hand print in the jam…”

“He grabbed my hair at one point.” Buggy whined. “I didn't realize he had sticky fingers! Babe, I just washed my hair!”

She kissed the top of Buggy’s head and smiled. “You're a good dad.”

He lifted his head up just enough to look into her eyes as he pouted at her. Dealing with a sticky baby from time to time was something Buggy still couldn't handle. Everything else? Whatever, he could deal with diapers and spit up, but for some reason anything sticky like jam had Buggy wanting to have a meltdown over it. 

“Can I go wash my hair?” He whined softly.

“Yes, honey.” She told him as he started to get up. “Thank you for breakfast and for getting the baby ready.”

Buggy looked at her funny and shrugged. “I'm his dad, it's my job to look after him.”

“Yea-”

“I don't care what your family thinks should happen. He's my kid, I am going to raise him. It's not all on you, babe.” Buggy told her as he went to look at himself in the mirror. Maybe he didn't need to wash all of his hair, just that section of it. “The idea that I'm babysitting my own kid is shit and if your aunts and uncles say anything then I'll say something back!”

Sunny doubted he would say anything but she wouldn't discourage him. She loved him even more now after seeing him take care of Gold. Buggy almost always had his son in his arms or near him when he was working. The only time Sunny saw the baby was when it was feeding time. 

“I love you, Buggy.” She told him as he tried to wash the sticky jam out of his hair. He looked back at her curiously before grinning widely at her.

“How could you not?” He asked as he winked at her. “I'm the greatest husband and dad in all the sea, babe!”

~*~

He didn't mean to get lost again.

Buggy had only taken a few steps away from the first mate to look at something when a crowd walked by and he was by himself. Where did Rayleigh end up? This was his second time getting separated from the crew on an outing. If Buggy was lost again, he'd get a talking to and won't be allowed to step off the ship ever again. He tried to look around but the first mate was nowhere to be seen.

Buggy tried not to panic but it was a little hard not to. 

He stuck his hand in his pocket, gripping the pretty bracelet he had found a few weeks ago. He didn't quite remember how he found it but it was one of his favorite things. The weight in his pocket was a comforting reminder of what he was striving for in his pirate journey: find as much treasure as possible.

“Are you lost?”

Buggy’s head jerked around to see a girl who looked about his age. She was smiling at him but he wasn't sure why. Was being lost amusing to her?!

“No, I'm not lost!” He insisted as he straightened up. “Why would you just ask someone that?!”

“You just looked lost.” She told him with a shrug. “I'm Sunny, my Mama's right over there. You can stay with us until your mom or dad show up if you want!”

Buggy stared at her. She just… offered to have him stay with her not knowing who he was when he could be some scary, dangerous pirate. He was about to say something to her, call her stupid for that, but a woman walked up, her blonde hair in a ponytail, arms covered in tattoos, startling Buggy into keeping his mouth shut. She looked more like a pirate than someone's mother.

“Sunny, what's going on?”

“He's lost, mama!”

“I-I’m not lost!” Buggy squeaked, not taking his eyes off the pirate. She cocked her head to the side before crouching down in front of him, looking him over curiously. He tried to look like he wasn't nervous but… he was for some reason. His captain was the strongest but this lady looked like she could be just as strong. 

“Oh? Well, you can hang out with us until someone comes looking for you.” She smiled. “I'm Windy. We were about to get a snack. What's your name, honey?”

He couldn't help but stare at her. The way she smiled and called him honey was… familiar and comforting to him for some reason. He glanced at Sunny. She was smiling at him as well and he felt himself relax just a bit. Maybe he could stick around with them until Rayleigh showed up.

“B-Buggy.”

“Buggy? That's a cute name.” Windy said as she smiled at him. “Let's get you kids a snack while we look for your adult, Buggy. How does that sound?”

He shouldn't talk to strangers. The crew told him and Shanks not to, but he did feel safe around these two. He wasn't sure why but they didn't seem to be a threat. There was a familiarity in that smile and how she called him honey, but he couldn't place where. He swallowed heavily and nodded. He could stay with them until he found Rayleigh.

~

To keep him from getting separated from them, Sunny held his hand the entire time. Buggy allowed her, saying nothing as his cheeks burned as they sat on a bench while Windy went to get them both a snack. The little girl looked at him and smiled brightly. He looked away.

“I bet Mister Rayleigh will find you.” She told him. “If not, you can stay with us.”

“I can find my way back to the ship if I have to!” Buggy shot back. “This place is just big, okay?”

Sunny tilted her head to the side and smiled. He hated that she kept doing that. Why were these two being so nice and helpful? Did they want something in return? He huffed softly and looked back at her. She gave his hand a squeeze and looked back at the people milling about the area

Windy came back a few minutes later, handing them both a tasty piece of fruit before standing beside her daughter and keeping an eye out for Rayleigh. She met the first mate once before, back when she was a member of the Cook Pirates, so spotting him wouldn't be too hard.

She glanced at the kids. Sunny was asking Buggy questions about living on a ship, being a pirate, all kinds of things, even asking what was the best treasure he found so far. The boy was answering back, an air of arrogance about him as he talked about rescuing the captain one time from a nasty pirate crew and how he found a treasure chest that was almost bigger than the ship! Sunny’s eyes were sparkling as she listened and Windy was happy to see her daughter making friends with someone. 

The snacks were enjoyed and the kids were chatting when Rayleigh made an appearance. His face was a mix of anger and relief as he crossed his arms and looked at Buggy. The boy straightened up and looked back at him, wondering what the punishment was, but Windy patted him on the head.

“Rayleigh, it’s been a while!” She laughed. “My daughter found your boy and was close to adopting him into our family. Better keep an eye on him or she’ll kidnap him.”

“Maybe he'll learn not to wander off.” Rayleigh grumbled as the kids stood up. “Let's head back, Buggy. Tell them thank you.”

Buggy looked over at Sunny and Windy. The pirate seemed amused while Sunny looked disappointed about him leaving. They just met, they weren't friends or anything, so why was she looking like she wanted to cry? He scratched the back of his head and glanced up at Rayleigh for reassurance. He sighed and looked back at them.

“Thank you for looking after me.”

“Any time, Buggy!” Windy chuckled. “It was nice meeting you. I bet you're going to be a famous pirate someday.”

Buggy puffed out his chest and looked smug about that. Rayleigh put his hand on Buggy’s head and directed him to Sunny. The little girl just gave him a sad smile and waved at him as the boy glanced up at his guardian again. What was he supposed to say to her? He just thanked them! 

“Thank… you for helping me, Sunny?” It was more of a question, but he wasn't sure. Her eyes lit up and her smile got bigger. Buggy forced himself to look away again because he didn't want to look at her any more. She had a pretty smile.

“You're welcome, Buggy!” She replied happily. “I hope we can stay friends!”

He didn't really know how, they wouldn't see each other again, but he just shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets, toying with the bracelet he found for a moment. It was pretty, but he didn't remember how he got it, so maybe… 

He could offload it on her. It wasn't worth anything, he was pretty sure about that, so he pulled out the bracelet and reached for Sunny’s hand. She looked at him curiously as he put it in her hand. He said nothing, stared at her for a moment, then turned and hurried off before Rayleigh turned to follow. Windy just chuckled softly as Sunny looked it over and put the bracelet in her pocket. 

He was kinda weird but Sunny thought he was nice. Maybe she'd see him again.

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Hi! Can i have prompt 21 from fluff/humor category? I have this idea about Grif being jealous of fem!RedTeam!reader friendship with Bitters. Like they get on very well and Bitters might even have some crush on reader, but Grif have unspoken feelings for her too and that is making him jealous and upset.

Gosh, I hope it doesnt sound weird.

Thanks for your works!!!

prompt: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

pairing: grif x redteam!reader, slight bitters x reader

summary: ever since you’ve been recruited into the new republic to save the rest of your team, you’ve gotten awfully close to bitters. grif doesn’t approve of the new friendship you two have made.

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, mutual pinning, tucker not being able to read the room, terrible communication skills!!!, all lowercase

word count: 1.2k (short but sweet!)

notes: thank you so much for the request!! it really means a lot <3 not my best work but i enjoyed making it nonetheless! let me know what you guys think :)

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“simmons, i’m telling you, she’s basically in love with him! she hasn’t left his side since he treated her to the dining hall!”

“grif, the food is free here. he wasn’t paying for anything.”

“maybe she likes cheap guys! i’m cheap! i could take her to the dining hall and we’d have a great time!”

“i think we need to re-evaluate your idea of a good time with a woman…”

the sound of their conversation travels through the cave as they make their way to the training grounds, supposedly to give their ‘orders’ to the new team they had to look after.

tucker, caboose, and the other lieutenants are already there once they arrive.

you and bitters arrive shortly after, walking side by side. you’re laughing at something he’s saying, and grif’s scowl deepens.

“see simmons? in love.”

you see grif as you walk closer to the group and brighten instantly. “grif! god, do i have a story for you! you wouldn’t believe what bitters just told me!”

simmons cringes inwardly when he sees grif tense.

maybe this was a bigger issue than he thought.

-

“–and then wash came in! you should’ve seen his reaction!”

“uh huh.”

“god it was so funny!”

“i bet.”

“and then bitters–”

“yeah okay, i get it. he’s funny. is that all?”

you give him a confused smile. “uh..what?”

“i just don’t see why you have to talk about him all the time! it’s not like we see him every day!” you’re left shocked as he continues, “if he’s so funny, just go hang out with him instead!”

“grif wait-”

before you can even get another word in, he’s storming out of the building to god knows where.

probably the mess hall.

“…the fuck is his problem?”

-

“and then he just stormed out! can you believe it?” you’re seated on the floor of the training ground, having just finished an intense drill led by wash.

“what’s up with him?” bitter replies, seated next to you.

“i wonder if i did anything to make him mad? we’ve always been on good terms… what could’ve set him off?” you lean back on your hands, looking up at the ceiling, “i did eat some of his food at the mess hall a few days ago.. maybe that’s it?”

“could be,” he feeds, sounding uninterested in the topic.

“but we always share, that can’t be it!”

“does it really matter?”

you turn to him, a small frown on your face, “what do you mean? of course it matters!”

“i mean, do you really think he’s going to stay mad at you? he’s too lazy to hold a grudge.” bitters looks at you with a small smirk, “plus, you have me. isn’t that enough?” he sounds a bit nervous.

“yeah… i guess you’re right. hopefully he gets over whatever he’s mad at soon.”

-

“dude, what the fuck is his problem?” tucker is sitting next to simmons, watching grif stare daggers into the back of bitters head as you and him laugh at another table in the mess hall.

“he thinks she likes bitters. i’m trying to tell him he’s imagining things.” simmons sighs and takes another scoop of food. he's been dealing with this all weak, he needs a break.

“what? no way, she does not have the hots for bitters, of all people.”

grif perks up, looking at tucker, “why? did she say something?”

“what? no, it’s obvious. come on guys, it’s bitters. he’s lazy, boring, and never does anything he’s asked!”

“…”

“…”

“w-what? why are you guys staring at me like that? am i wrong?” all grif does is groan, turning his head to stare at you again.

“nice job, idiot.” simmons mutters.

“okay, not my fault,” tucker puts his hands up defensively, “but still, she totally doesn’t like him. i know when a chick likes a guy, trust me.”

“how can you even tell?”

tucker starts to list examples off on his hand, “if she likes him, she’ll spend all her time with him, find everything he says funny, and probably share intimate details about herself with him.” as he speaks, your laugh is heard again.

grif abruptly stands up, walking over to where you’re seated.

“…”

“…”

“i’m glad i’ve never had to ask you for any advice.”

“shut up.”

-

your gaze has secretly been set on grif the whole time, perking up when he stands and walks over to you. he stops on the opposite side of the table, a look of determination in his eyes.

“grif! what’s up? everything okay?”

“can we talk?” he pushes out, his fingers twitching slightly.

“uh yeah! of course!” when you make no move to get up, he narrows his eyes at bitters.

“alone.”

bitters lets out a small scoff, frowning. you’re confused as you stand up, following grif out of the mess hall, waving to tucker and simmons on the way out.

tucker gives a mock salute and simmons mouths ‘good luck’.

what’s their deal?

you follow grif out as he leads you to the side of the building, turning on his heel and facing you. it’s silent for a moment.

he takes a deep breath, before talking, “i’m sorry i’ve been… avoiding you lately. i’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and i haven’t been the best… friend to you.”

you smile, just happy that he’s talking to you again. “it’s okay. did anything happen? i was worried i did something.”

he gulps before continuing, “seeing you hanging out with bitters all of the time, doing stuff we always do, made me a bit upset, i guess. i didn’t–don’t– like seeing you with him.”

your head tilts, not picking up on the cue he was giving you. you chuckle softly, “what, are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

“yes.”

“i–oh– what?” your tongue twists, you feel the tips of your ears burn.

“i’m saying i like you, and i hate seeing you with bitters. he’s trying to take you away from me.”

your mouth gapes open, completely shocked from the turn of events, “you… like me?”

“since the first time we convinced simmons his non-existent cat died.”

you’re left standing there speechless, your mouth twitching before it breaks out into a huge smile, “seriously?”

“look, if you like bitters, i won’t get mad. i just need to have a long talk with hi– oomph!” he’s cut off when your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, crushing him in a hug.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that!”

“i-what?” he’s the one left speechless now as you let go, staring deeply into his eyes.

“i like you too! i have for a while.”

grif freezes, staring at you in shock, “r-really? you aren’t messing with me?”

you give a confused smile, “messing with you? are you kidding? i was so scared that i was being too obvious around you! don’t even get me started on tucker’s advice–”

his lips smash against yours, hands coming up to rest on your jaw. your eyes widen, but you get over your shock quickly as you kiss him back slowly. it’s clumsy and awkward, teeth clashing and accidental nose bumping. it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

slowly, as if not wanting to, your lips part from each other. his eyes flutter to yours, a nervous smile stretching on his face.

“to make up for lost time… how about we skip training and head back to your room? i found out where these guys store their emergency rations.”

you press your lips against his, smiling through the kiss. you pull away, winking, “i’ll go distract kimball.”

[colourfullsims]

DAY 3 | It Takes Two (2/6)

Nina: Alright. Guess we aren't quite wrapped up with the drama for tonight. The islanders start to scatter, but this group has decided to hang around the fire pit a while longer to debrief over the recoupling. To no one's surprise, Frankie and Sydney are happier than ever having successfully coupled up tonight, avoiding the dramatic mishaps the rest of the islanders had to endure. Ramone and Sydney are happy their friend Yana has made it out of the chaos unscathed. But Ramone's relief is short lived after Camryn makes a pretty unfunny joke about her being better suited coupled up with Hikaru. Yeesh, let the man breath, Cam! Looks like this might have been the final straw for Ramone: now that he's resolved to playing the field, just who does he plan on going after?

Next, let's head over to the other side of the backyard to see what Joey and Manny are chatting about!

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Frankie: Where are you going?

Hikaru: Upstairs.

Frankie: To sulk?

Hikaru: To take a shower. Or am I not allowed free will all of a sudden?

Frankie: [Chill, dude. I was just curious. No need to bite my head off.]

Yana: [meekly] A-actually, Hikaru, cou-

Hikaru: Not now.

Hikaru: [in the DR] What was the point in me trying to make progress today if Joey was going to sneak in and snatch Manny away from me?! It’s BS! I had this in the bag before he got involved! Now I’m back to square one!

Frankie: Don’t mind him. He makes a much better second impression than his first. He just needs to warm up to you first.

Yana: [sigh] Right. Well, I guess I’ll go unpack my bag and get ready for bed…

Sydney: [See you in a sec, Yana.]

Ramone: [See you later!]

Frankie: Well, that was a rollercoaster ride! I knew there’d be drama but not to this magnitude.

Sydney: I’m just glad we were out of the crossfire.

Sydney: [blushing] I liked your speech by the way. I didn’t know you thought all that about me…

Frankie: [blushing] Well…now you know.

Frankie: [in the DR] I’m pretty ecstatic that we’re coupled up now. I wasn’t sure if I’d meet someone who meshed with me the way that Syd does, but I really lucked out!

Sydney: [in the DR] You stole the words right out of my mouth! After a little bit of a rocky start, I can say I’m super happy Frankie came to the Villa when they did.

Ramone: I’m still shocked that Joey had the balls to do that! It was pretty clear that Tucker was planning on scooping Manny up tonight.

Camryn: [quietly] Is that so…?

Sydney: Is it really surprising though, after what happened at the comp today? That kiss between Joey and Manny felt like the biggest one-up attempt ever. They clearly have been fighting over her for a minute.

Camryn: Hmmm…

Sydney: What’s more shocking is how Tucker did Tori! I can’t be the only one who saw how shocked she was when he picked Felicity. I can’t believe he’d drop her like that in front of everyone without talking to her about it first! Like where’s the common courtesy?

Ramone: Oof, yeah, that was rough to watch. I hadn’t really talked much with Tori, but she seemed cool. I guess the silver lining here is that at the end of it all, Yana wasn’t dumped. 

Sydney: True. I’d have hated to see her go home after coupling up with Frankie. Though I can’t say I have much faith in her making any headway with Hikaru romantically. Those two couldn’t be more opposite energies.

Camryn: Right?! It would make more sense if Hikaru and I were coupled up. At least we’ve already got the first kiss out of the way! [cracks up at herself]

Frankie: [in the DR] [rolls eyes] I can’t believe she said that shit. What is wrong with that girl?

Sydney: [in the DR] Yeaaah, that was not a good look on Cam’s part.

Ramone: [annoyed] Really?

Camryn: What?

Ramone: You and Hikaru?

Camryn: I was just joking around. Sheesh, don’t be so serious.

Ramone: Despite all the shit Camryn’s been giving me I chose her at the recoupling because I had faith that we could click if she’d just give me a real shot. I’m regretting that decision now. Clearly, she doesn’t care about my feelings, so why should I keep on caring about hers? From now on, I’m not holding back waiting around for her to give me the time of day. Ramone: [cold] Right. My mistake.

[imherongraystairstrash]

Thunderstorms

Characters: Sophie & Gideon Lightwood

A little bit of Sophideon, because the Lightwoods have a chokehold over me <3 (NO Chot Spoilers!!)

...

“That’s quite the storm that’s brewing.” Gideon said, from where he was, under the tree.

Sophie looked up and squinted her eyes towards the horizon. Sure enough, the clouds that had been puffy white just seconds before had turned a dark, somber gray. Farther away, she could see that the sky was already misty and that the downpour was coming their way. 

“We should start bringing everything inside.” She scooped up little Thomas, ignoring how she could barely feel the weight of him and brought him safely indoors. He was completely tuckered out from a day spent with his siblings and cousins and seemed perfectly content to sleep until the next morning. He rested his small head on Sophie’s shoulder in exhaustion, Sophie watching his sweet little eyelids shudder close with such delicacy that her heart expanded. Sophie would have placed him on his bed, if it weren’t for the wind rattling the windows. Instead, she gently laid him on the sofa—Making sure to surround him in cushions so that should he move, he wouldn’t fall off said sofa—and called the girls inside, shutting the door behind her once they were all safely in Lightwood manor. 

“Gideon!” She called out. She began picking up blankets and toys the children had left on the grass and placing them under the extended roof for the time being, where they wouldn’t get wet.

“I’m here,” he called out to her. 

She walked over to him and saw that he was looking in the distance. Once he saw her approach, he held out his hand and she went to it with a smile, wrapping her arms around one of his. 

“What happened?” Sophie asked.

Gideon nodded his head towards the landscape before them. The trees were bending back, their leaves flying off, due to the strong winds. The water from one of Idris’ lakes (that could be seen from Lightwood manor) was lifting and rising in waves that crashed into one another, exploding in watery sprays.

Sophie felt the first raindrops as they gently fell on her clothes and hair. She looked up and felt them splatter on her face like freckles. Sophie liked the smell of thunderstorms the best; how you could practically smell the rain and the ozone crackling in the air.

There was something about rain that Sophie had always found lovely. Perhaps it’s cleansing factor, the way it revived the earth. How it was vital to the survival of all living things. 

Sophie thought about the day she had been thrown out of her old employer's house, with an old handkerchief pressed to her slashed cheek and nothing more. How it had been raining. And even then, she didn’t resent the rain. In fact, as she sat on the filthy London streets in a water soaked dress, taking shelter under an abandoned storefront, her cheek screaming in excruciating pain as blood continued to stream heavily down her face, she looked at the rain in wonder. She watched a couple run across the streets hand-in-hand, laughing as they raced to find shelter and faerie children splashing in the puddles. And for that small moment, soaking wet from the rain, she let herself enjoy these moments—which she was sure would be her last— seeing the wonders of the world before she would fall into an eternal and uninterrupted sleep. 

Only, Sophie hadn’t died that day. Instead, she was standing before the most beautiful landscape, gifted from Raziel to his warriors, alongside her husband, with their beloved child in their home behind them. Sophie wrapped her arms around Gideon’s waist and stared into the distance. Gideon pressed a kiss to the top of her head and held her tight until the rain began to fall a little heavier. 

Sophie pulled away, “We should probably get inside—”

Gideon kissed her, his hand softly lifting her chin up. When he pulled away, Sophie laughed a little and lifted a hand to his face. “You’re soaked, Gideon.”

“As are you,” he said, wiping raindrops from her cheek bones with his thumb. 

They shared another kiss, this one significantly longer, until light flashed through their closed eyes. They sprang apart, just in time to hear thunder clapping loudly. Gideon seized hold of her hand.

“Quick Sophie, before we get struck by lightning!”

Sophie laughed, trying to lift her—now thoroughly soaked and incredibly heavy—skirts as they ran to take shelter. Gideon looked back and upon seeing Sophie struggle, swooped her up in his arms as if she were a young bride and started running again. 

Sophie giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh please save me, Mr. Lightwood! I’m so very afraid of thunderstorms.”

Gideon laughed and slowed for a moment. He pressed a desperate kiss against her lips and Sophie returned it happily, threading her fingers through his soaked hair, smiling against his lips. Sophie tasted the clean Idris rainwater as droplets rolled down their faces towards where their lips met. Sophie’s hands lowered to his sharp jawline, tracing the elegant shape of it. It had grown a bit rougher since their younger days, something Sophie didn’t realize was incredibly attractive until she started to notice it on Gideon. Though, she never knew if these things were truly something she found attractive, or if she only adored it because it was a part of Gideon. 

Another flash of lightning drew them apart once more which had Gideon sprinting the final distance to the roof that extended from the manor, providing them with enough protection to shield them from the rain. Gideon gently lowered Sophie to her feet, spinning her towards him as they were face to face. 

There were water droplets rolling down his face and Sophie giggled, wiping at some of them, even though she was just as soaked as her husband. 

Gideon took hold of her hands and brought them to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. 

“My Sophie,” he said. “I love you more than I love anything in the entire world.”

Sophie, despite herself, blushed. Even so, she managed to ask, “Even more than scones?”

Gideon chuckled and drew her in his arms. “Yes, though I will say, it was a very close call.”

Sophie shook her head, knowing very well that Gideon wasn’t very fond of scones at all.

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Medics- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: August 7th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 634

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Church called out, running across the canyon.

“I-” there was a sharp, pained gasp, “I’m here!”

The self appointed captain scrambled up the hill and dropped to his knees beside the medic. Y/N was sprawled out in the grass, her helmet heavily damaged with her visor cracked and she was completely covered in dirt.

Church carefully removed her helmet, watching her face contort in pain as she lifted her head. There were a few small cuts where the visor had fractured the worst, and there was some blood pooling in the corner of her mouth.

“Church!” Tucker’s crackly voice filled his helmet. “Did you find her, is she okay?”

“She needs a medic! Call command and have them send one.” He turned back to Y/N and wiped some of the blood from her mouth. “What can I do for you now?”

“Where- Where’s Tex?”

There was a brief silence before he grunted, “Dead.”

“Fuck.” Y/N coughed, wincing and whimpering as pain spread throughout her body. “Bring… med kit… table…”

“Caboose! I need you to bring Y/N’s med kit, it’s on- what do you mean you can’t? Oh for fucks sake, Tucker?”

Y/N watched with blurry vision as Church gave Tucker the order before staring back down at her, his hands hovering over her as he tried to figure out what to do.

“Church… base.”

“Right, uh… shit. Tucker?” He paused for a minute. “I’m bringing Y/N back to base. I know I told you to bring it here but we can’t stay this close to the reds!” Church stood up to look around before bending back down. “Can I pick you up?”

Carefully, Y/N nodded before saying, “Shot… abdomen… car-” Church scooped her up, making her cry out in pain, “careful!”

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s just get you back to base, okay?”

With a tired hum, Y/N let her head fall against Church’s chest plate and her eyes slip closed.

---

“Who’s the purple guy?”

“Huh?” Church asked, turning away from his scope.

He and Y/N were up on top of the base, watching the reds and going through their inventory. Y/N was leaning back on one hand, scrolling through the tablet while Church stood beside her.

She’d looked to find someone in purple armor bobbing around. Church realigned his scope in the direction she pointed.

“Maybe command finally sent-”

“Church!”

Y/N leaned forward to look down at Tucker, finding Caboose with him.

“Church!”

“What?!”

“Caboose is doing it again.”

Church threw his head back with a loud groan. “Ugh, I’ll be down there in a minute.” He looked down at the team medic, lowering his voice to ask, “Can’t you deal with them?”

“Nope, you wanted to be the captain.” She clapped the back of his calf as that was all she could reach. “Now I’m gonna suit up, keep an eye on Mr. Da- Mr. Purple.”

Dragging his feet, Church made his way out to the front of the base.

“Medic?” Y/N heard Caboose say as she stepped out of the base. “That was, like, three months ago.”

She stifled a snicker as the medic asked where the patient was and Church pointed out Tex’s grave. Rolling her shoulders to try and alleviate the chill in her chest that came with talking about her dead friend, Y/n strode up between Tucker and Caboose, slinging her left arm over Tucker’s shoulder.

“And this one’s doing fine.”

“But if you could, I wouldn't mind a proper examination.”

“Bow Chika-Ack!” Tucker cried as Y/N tightened her hold around him.

Caboose laughed softly, muttering something about killing Tucker, and earning himself a side glance from Y/N behind her visor.

“Of course,” the medic nodded, “let’s just head into the base. By the way, who’s in the other grave?”

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

The Time Trip Asked Her To - 3

5 Times T'Pol Kept a Secret and 1 Time She Didn't

“Hey, missy,” Commander Tucker asked T’Pol. He still had a scanner in his hand as he walked up to her, with copious amounts of wind ruffling his hair. She was recalibrating her tricorder to compensate for the intense levels of pollen and various types of radiation (harmless to Vulcans and humans) being emitted from the landscape. Luckily, the survey would be short enough that they had no need for a shuttle pod. “Sorry to interrupt you while you’re workin’, honey, but we’ve got a problem.”

“What might that be?” she asked, briefly looking up at him. She would not benefit at all by his distracting physique. “Is this related to our survey or Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato’s upcoming betrothal? As I recall, it has been nearly a month since the lieutenant came to talk to us about his situation.” She peeked at him again.

His expression had gone from mildly concerned to extremely worried. “Mostly Malcolm and Hoshi, considering how they’ve both just fallen into a nearby river. Hoshi’s got a nasty-looking leech on her arm and we need to get back to the Enterprise as soon as possible.” 

T’Pol snapped her head up. “Has she attempted to remove it?”

“It’s got its teeth in her skin. I’d rather have Phlox look at it and get it outta her before someone tears out one of her major arteries. It’s right here.” He pulled up his sleeve and gestured to his inner wrist, pointing right to where the human ulnar artery was hidden. He appeared to be nauseous. “Now, I’m no doctor, but that doesn’t seem like a good place to be bleedin’ from.” 

She closed her tricorder and shoved it into its clip. “We must hurry, then,” she agreed, marching off. “The longer we wait, the more blood Ensign Sato will lose. While being exposed to the radiation outright won’t hurt us, there is no information on whether or not these animals will.” 

Trip followed after her, jogging. “T’Pol!”

She ripped out her communicator, still running. “T’Pol to Enterprise. There’s a medical emergency. Four to beam up!” 

It was awful, rematerializing mid-step onto the ship. She almost fell over but luckily recomposed herself in time. Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato were fretful — the lieutenant was holding her as tightly as he could as she flailed in pain. Trip was the fastest, moving to scoop up the ensign with Reed, practically leaving T’Pol in the dust. 

“Someone get us to Phlox!” he ordered. T’Pol brought up the rear.

When they entered Sick Bay, other crewmen carried Hoshi onto an operating table.

“I’m going to have to ask that everyone leave,” the doctor ordered. He gave a brief nod to Malcolm, who silently asked to stay. T’Pol and Trip kept their attention on Phlox.  “This is a situation that requires my whole attention, unfortunately, and I can’t have more than one or two worried individuals buzzing about. Thank you for bringing her immediately.”

T’Pol pulled Trip away from the door as gently as she could. “Understood,” she said. “Commander, we must go.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, shaking his head in agreement. “Let us know, okay, Doc? We’ll go tell Archer.”

“Thank you, Commander. I have no doubt she’ll be fine by the end of this.” He did his best to appear confident, but the three of them knew that a radioactive leech on a main artery was exceedingly dangerous — if not simply for the fact that they had never encountered this creature before, but also because they knew next to nothing of the repercussions. 

“Oh, gosh,” Tucker whispered, shaking his head. He hugged himself. “That gave me a good scare.”

T’Pol turned Trip so they were parallel. “Open your arms,” she ordered.

He did as he was told. “What? Do I have a leech on me —?”

She pulled him into an embrace and held him securely to her body. She could feel Trip melt into it. While his grip could never hurt her, it was still tight and tremulous. She cradled his head as it buried itself into her neck.

When he finally let go of her, she released him and stood back. He wiped his eyes. 

“Is there a reason for your tears?” she asked, taking care to brush away what he had missed. He let out a shaky breath.

“It’s stupid, but… I don’t know. I’m freaked out for Hoshi, obviously, but I just… I realized you’d be a great mom. The way you took charge back there,” he said, gulping for air. Trip wasn’t sobbing but tears flowed for a little longer. “I can’t believe we might never have kids.”

“There will always be the choice to adopt, Trip,” she reassured him. “If you want children, we will have them.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see a little girl with your eyes and my hair! Or a boy with my lips and your ears,” he continued, sniffing hard. “I’d love to adopt! I would. But…” He trailed off and swore gently. “I envy you Vulcans and your lack of emotions.”

Her eyes, for the first time ever, seemed dewy. “Do you think we are not also affected when we lose a loved one? Or a companion?” she asked. T’Pol brushed off his uniform and smoothed out the wrinkles, though it was clearly an attempt to collect herself. Trip didn’t remove her or make her stop — he didn’t have to understand her reasons, but he could make it easier for her. “You are the ones to be envied.”

He held her face and tilted it upward. “Oh, honey,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“You mustn’t be.” She wouldn’t look at him. 

Tucker dropped his head down and kissed T’Pol gently. She let him do that every so often, these days, but never when anyone could see. She didn’t hesitate to kiss back. “I am, though, whether it’s logical or not. You’re feeling this too — it’s selfish of me not to see it.”

“We will be fine,” she said. “There are plenty of solutions.”

“We’ve got seventy years to figure out what we want, sweetheart; we can explore all of ’em.”

T’Pol gingerly checked his face over once more. “I quite agree,” she said, seemingly calmed. “I can begin looking into what lifestyle would be most suitable for us over the course of our marriage.”

“I’ll give up Starfleet for you,” he confessed. “I don’t want to live apart from you.”

“Do not be irrational. We have many options for our home — space, Earth, or Vulcan are all suitable.” She relaxed her shoulders and moved away. “Once we’ve made that determination, we can concern ourselves with occupations and possible familial additions. As you have said, we will have seventy years to perfect it.”

He grinned, crossing his arms. His tears had subsided — already, she had succeeded in her spousal obligations and they hadn’t yet married. “And we could also live in all three, depending on when the familial additions show up.”

“That is correct.” She took his hand briefly. “You mustn’t continuously concern yourself with these things. We will get through it.”

“I love you,” he told her. 

T’Pol released Trip’s hand. “And I, you,” she said. 

He teetered on his feet, swinging his arms. “You won’t tell anyone I burst into tears, will you?”

She took a deep breath in. Such an uncertain question. Humans were swayed by their emotions far too often. “No, I won’t. It doesn’t concern anyone else.”

“Thanks.”

“Perhaps you would like to go to the mess hall and see if there is… something lacking nutrients?”

He laughed again, swallowing. “You, missy, are funny.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll go get somethin’ to eat. You stayin’ here?”

She nodded once. 

“Got it. I’ll see you later, then.”

T’Pol let him leave before she allowed herself to sit outside of Sick Bay. She removed her tricorder from her side and started pouring over her findings. The planet would not be entirely suitable for colonization, nor any other lifeform with similar biology. It was harmless to them from how little they experienced it, of course, but the long-term results could have been detrimental. Perhaps the lifeforms on the planet were emitting the radiation. Perhaps Hoshi would be sick. Perhaps she would be permanently altered because of this…

What if she lost her ability to carry? The loss of the choice alone was difficult for humans. What if she desired her own young?

T’Pol’s hand wandered over her womb. It was more than likely she would never carry her own young. Perhaps it was impossible to have a human-Vulcan hybrid. It was entirely plausible to say — after all, all statistics pointed toward that conclusion. She would have to speak to Phlox about their genetic compatibility; if not for her sake, then for Trip’s. He would at least like to know for sure, wouldn’t he? 

Before too long, the Sick Bay doors opened. Phlox came out with Hoshi and Malcolm trailing behind him. “She’s going to be alright,” he said proudly. “No radiation nor any infections!”

“Thank God!” Lieutenant Reed praised. He kissed the back of Hoshi’s hand. 

“Thank you, Doctor,” T’Pol said. “May I speak to you?”

“Is this about Ensign Sato?”

T’Pol said nothing. 

“Well, Commander?” Phlox stared as he waited. 

“We’ll see you later, Commander,” Hoshi called as Malcolm guided her out. “Where’s Trip?”

“Commander Tucker had other matters to attend to,” she said, still staring down Phlox. “I shall see you both soon.”

“Alright,” they both called. As soon as they were gone, Phlox took T’Pol back into Sick Bay. It was empty and secluded. 

Just the way she wanted it to be. 

“I have a matter I would like to discuss with you,” she said, “concerning human-Vulcan children.”

Phlox stuck his neck out as if he was trying to see where the joke was. T’Pol didn’t flinch or react, nor give any subtle sign of anything but seriousness. “You wish to speak with me about human-Vulcan children, Sub-Commander?” he repeated. “What exactly about them?”

“I would like to know if it is possible.”

He pursed his lips. “It certainly is a possibility, through whether it’s a likely one, I’m afraid there’s no way to tell. Why? Has Commander Tucker accepted your courtship, yet?”

“My relationship with Commander Tucker is not relative to this conversation.” 

“Sub-Commander,” he said sternly.

It was absolutely relative. He kept staring at her with skepticism until she sighed and said, “Yes.”

Phlox nodded once. “Does he know you’re asking?”

“He does not, but I find he will appreciate an absolute truth rather than an inconclusive finding,” she said plainly. “We are betrothed now. The question of children is… pertinent.”

“Betrothed?” he asked, shocked. “Isn’t that fast for humans?”

“It is,” she agreed. 

Doctor Phlox gathered up some items and cleared away a space on his desk. “I can see why you came to ask me, then. Now, erm, how long have the two of you been engaged?”

“Approximately ten weeks,” T’Pol answered him. She watched as he readied whatever supplies he wanted. “Captain Archer has been asking after an upcoming marriage but we have not confirmed his suspicions.”

“Ten weeks is still relatively early,” Phlox hummed. “The only way to test genetic compatibility is to take cells from both you and Commander Tucker. Would you like to wait until after the wedding?”

“I am content with before the wedding; I will marry him.” She clasped her hands behind her. “You will have to speak with him on the matter.”

“Will your pending marriage be soon?”

“I’ll let you know as soon as we have decided.” 

“That’s very thoughtful.” He smiled, excited. “The last time I spoke with Commander Tucker on this matter, I believe he said there was no chance of a romantic relationship.”

By Vulcan standards, a large swell of pride filled her. “He is quite stubborn about things.”

“Oh, quite!” Phlox chuckled. He flapped his fingers toward him, gesturing for her to outstretch her hand. She complied. 

“Will this sample be all for now?”

“For now.”

“Thank you for your compassion, doctor.”

Phlox smiled. “Any time.”

[lesless]

My love made us a cocktail & we sat on the new swing out front chatting away under a wool blanket, tired little dog napping between us. We laugh so much, & talk about the good we have encountered over the last few days, & stroke the sleeping head of a very tuckered out pup. We listen to coyotes yapping, a racoon scurries in & out of the wooded area across from our home, & we admire the flow of the wild in & out of our neighborhood. I reminisce on the time I saw deer in the park. & the hawk, & the elk that slowed my way to work one morning not too long ago. When the time comes, he scoops the little dog up & places him in the car beside his packed things, & drives out to pick up an old family friend from the airport—in town to help with electrical work on a property 2.5 hours away. They will arrive at 3 AM, & I will be sleeping, but I will wake up to a message that they’re safe & sound far from me. I’m already in bed, reflecting on my good fortune, planning tomorrow. I will get up, have a coffee on the swing, journal, get dressed, & go to the garden supply for flowers & bird seed & soil & buckets & garden plants. I’ll tuck some blooms in the dirt, refill bird feeders, start the garden, & tidy up. I’ll eat some leftover soup with a fried egg on top, & meet a friend for drag brunch, & meet the friends she’s been telling me so much about. I’ll head home before they get me into too much trouble, & eat more delicious leftovers my partner made, & try to read my textbook, likely with minimal success. I’ll probably be in bed early so I’m ready for a busy week ahead. I am content & grateful & happy. Spring has rushed into my veins & my heart & it feels full.