doodlesdreaming

[heroes-fading]

fun fact about me right now is instead of prepping for a work trip i’m trying to decipher what the fuck notes app me was talking about in fic notes at like 10 last night. we have to go to trader joe’s tonight. i have thirty minutes. how much do you think i can do in this timespan. 

[corroded-hellfire]

Inked - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie loves the doodles from his favorite girls so much that he gets them permanently etched on his skin.

Note: Dad!eddie, mom!reader

Words: 1.8k

“I can’t study anymore,” you whine, dropping your head down on your kitchen table. 

Eddie watches you with an adoring smile on his face. He slides his hand over and snatches up the pen you were taking your notes with. A tapping on the back of your hair has you picking up your head and looking at your boyfriend.

“Take a break,” Eddie says, offering the pen to you. “Do a little doodling.”

“I don’t wanna mess up my notes,” you say with the most adorable pout Eddie’s ever seen. 

“On me,” he answers. He flips his arm over so you can draw on the inside of his right wrist.

“I dunno what to draw,” you tell him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You wrinkle your nose in concentration, practically making Eddie fall in love with you all over again. Sometimes he feels like he has to restrain himself from telling you just how much you mean to him. He’s afraid he’ll scare you off if he tells you that he’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let him. 

An idea finally comes to you, and you hold his arm steady with one hand, and put the pen to his skin with the other. Your brow pinches in concentration as you drag the tip along to make the design. Eddie decides not to look until you’re finished, wanting to be surprised by your completed masterpiece. 

“Am I hurting you?” you ask, glancing up at him.

“Not at all.” 

“Almost done!”

“Take your time, baby.”

“Tada!” You lean back and put the cap on the pen. Eddie raises his wrist up to inspect your artwork. He grins at the little stick figure kitty cat you’ve drawn. 

“He’s perfect,” he tells you.

“She,” you insist. “She’s a female cat.”

“My apologies. She’s perfect,” Eddie corrects. 

“Thank you very much,” you say, pulling your textbook closer towards you, ready to study again. 

Between work and a family member’s wedding, you don’t get to see Eddie over the weekend. When he picks you up for school on Monday morning, he has a bright beaming smile on his face.

“Someone looks happy,” you say as you click your seatbelt into place. “You know we’re going to school, right?”

Eddie’s too excited, he can’t even find the words. So instead, he tugs up the sleeve of his leather jacket and shows you the inside of his wrist. At first you don’t understand what’s got him so worked up. It’s just the cat that you drew on him a few days ago, what’s the big deal? But you pick up on how the drawing doesn’t look the least bit faded after all this time. In fact, it looks a bit darker. The skin around the outline of the cat also looks raised and red. You suck in a harsh gasp as your eyes widen in realization.

“You got it tattooed on you?!” The pitch of your voice rings in Eddie’s ears and he lets out a chuckle.

“I did. Now I can look at my baby’s artwork anytime I want to.”

You want to tell him how absurd it is that he did this, that he might regret it later on. But you’re too overwhelmed by the fact that he got your cartoon permanently inked on his body. It’s not even anything meaningful, just a silly little cat. But to him, it was important enough to keep forever. Your eyes mist over, and you shake your head. 

“You don’t like it?” Eddie asks, his heart plummeting.

“Eds, I love it. I just can’t believe you’d do this for something I drew on you.” 

“There’s nothing I’d rather have on me,” he says. 

You unhook your seatbelt and launch yourself across the van at him. He laughs as he catches you, settling you in his lap as best he can. 

“I love you so much,” you mumble into his neck.

“I love you too, baby.” He tilts your chin up and presses his lips against yours. “Purr-ever.”

You wrinkle up your nose at the pun and shake your head. “No, we’re gonna have to come up with a name for this little feline. I will not stand for awful puns about her.”

Eddie laughs and nods his head in agreement. 

“We can do that.”

Ten years later, it’s a rainy Monday and Eddie’s trying to keep your four-year-old daughter entertained until you come home from work in a few hours. So far, they’ve played Barbies, Go Fish, and even watched The Little Mermaid twice. All after her day of preschool. 

Bailey’s now itching for another activity to amuse her and stumbles upon the box of crafts in her room. 

“Ooh, Daddy!” She shouts, even though he’s right behind her. “Can we color?”

“Sure thing, kiddo.”

He helps her carry the coloring books, crayons, and markers to the kitchen table. She spreads them all out, needing to see every last thing before she decides what she wants to work on. Settling on a Minnie Mouse coloring book, Bailey situates herself in her chair to get as comfortable as possible. Eddie selects a coloring book full of fairytales because he knows there are a few creatures in that one who remind him of D&D monsters. Father and daughter color in silence for a while, only the occasional hum of approval coming from either of them. Eddie glances over to see Bailey’s nose wrinkled up as she concentrates and her small tongue poking out of her pink lips. Traits she inherited from each of you right there on display. 

“Done!” Bailey announces once she’s finished her rendering of Minnie in a purple polka dot dress. Eddie looks over at it and nods appreciatively. 

“That’s real pretty, princess.”

Bailey flips through the pages but huffs when she can’t find another one that she wants to color. Eddie notices her impatience and quirks an eyebrow at her.

“What is it, rugrat?”

“Dunno what I wanna color,” she says, resting her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on the kitchen table. Eddie decides to let her figure it out on her own, wanting her to be able to make her own decisions. He goes back to coloring his picture of a fairy, but before long he feels a poking at his arm. Turning his head, he sees Bailey giving him an adorable grin—the one she uses when she wants something. 

“May I help you?” he asks. 

“Can I color on you?” Bailey asks, eyeing the pale expanse of Eddie’s left arm that his Iron Maiden t-shirt leaves uncovered. 

“I guess so.” Eddie caps his marker and holds his arm out to his little girl. Bailey grabs a lime green marker and holds it above the skin on the side of his elbow. She stares, little brows furrowing together.

“Dunno what to draw.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Bailey thinks a few moments longer before lowering the marker, letting the green ink stain her father's skin. Eddie hears the front door of the apartment open and a giddy smile spreads on his face, excited to see you even though it’s only been a few hours. He can hardly wait as he hears you taking your shoes off and setting your things down. When you walk into the kitchen, you chuckle at the sight in front of you.

“What’s going on here?” you ask.

“Hi, Mommy,” Bailey says, not taking her eyes off of her creation.

“A little artist is at work,” Eddie says, holding his right arm out for you. You take his hand, and he presses kisses across your knuckles. 

“Tada!” Bailey leans back and puts the cap back on the marker. Eddie turns to see a bright green smiley face on the side of his arm, one eye bigger than the other, and squiggly lines coming from the top of its head. 

“It’s lovely,” Eddie says, grinning at his daughter.

“He’s lovely,” you correct him, knocking your hip against him playfully. “I love the squiggles on his head.”

“That’s his hair! It’s like Daddy’s!”

Now that she says it, the green spirals do resemble Eddie’s curls. 

“I love it, princess,” he tells her. There’s a proud smile on her face as she leans up and presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

When you and Eddie are getting ready for bed that night, you chuckle when he takes his shirt off, giving you a better view of the green art. 

“Don’t be laughing at my new ink,” Eddie teases. “Best tattoo artist I ever had.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at him. 

“Okay, it’s a tie,” Eddie relents. He turns his arm so he can get a better look at his little Picasso’s work. “Think I’ll get this inked too.” The way he smiles so fondly at the marker design gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling. 

“She’d love that,” you say as you pull down the blankets on your bed. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Eddie says as he climbs in on the other side. “Dinah is still my favorite.” Your husband holds up his wrist to you, showing off the stick figure cat you drew back in high school. “Favorite tattoo, that is. She’s my second favorite pussy.”

Eddie barks out a laugh as you lean over and swat at him.

The next day, Eddie waits anxiously outside of Bailey’s preschool classroom. Kids could be blunt and would tell you if they didn’t like something. What if Bailey wasn’t happy he got her drawing tattooed on him? Would she understand the emotion and sentiment behind it? Eddie doesn’t have time to think about it before the door opens and a dozen munchkins are swarming around, trying to find their parents. 

“Daddy!”

“Bailey!”

She runs to him, arms raised, and he gladly snatches her up and holds her on his hip.

“How was school, princess?”

“Was good,” she answers.

He starts to walk out of the school with her, and when he gets out into the parking lot, he jostles her a little in his arms.

“Wanna see something?” he asks.

“Okay.”

Eddie sets her down so she’s sitting on the trunk of the car and turns so she can better see his left arm. He tugs his sleeve up a little to give her a better view. Bailey grabs his arm in both of her small hands, making Eddie wince when she gets too close to the still-sensitive area. 

“I drew that,” Bailey points out. 

“You did,” Eddie says. “And this morning I got it tattooed on me.”

Bailey gasps and holds his arm even tighter. 

“You did?! My drawing is your tattoo? Forever?”

Eddie can’t help but chuckle at how awed she sounds. 

“Yeah, princess. Forever.” He turns to face her again and moves some of her unruly hair out of her eyes. “That’s how long I’m going to love you, too. Forever.”

“It looks cool, Daddy.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Cooler than Dinah the cat.”

Eddie laughs.

“Don’t tell Mommy.”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Bad For Business: Level Two

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2K] An enemies to lovers au. Arcade coworkers, who love to hate each other, get too competitive about Dig Dug and share a mutal annoyance for the kids that like to pester them. Choose your own adventure by picking an option at the end of the chapter. “I’m gonna need you to stay late tonight,” Murray said through a mouthful of his sandwich. You startled, realising he was talking to you. Robin sunk down in her seat, her eyes trained on her microwaved pasta. “The games are getting serviced, but they’re not gonna be done until, pshh, midnight? Maybe.”

“What?” You stared at your boss, your own lunch forgotten about. “But Robin was working that, wasn’t this already, uh, discussed?”

“Buckley has a medical appointment,” Murray replied, too busy staring at some coffee stained sheets of paper to give you any attention. “And I don’t like to pry into my employees personal lives, so, you’re it, kid.”

You turned, neck snapping to the girl. She was already grimacing, knowing fine well that you knew there was absolutely no appointment. Your friend had spent all week gushing about a date she had at the weekend, you just assumed it was Sunday, not Saturday, seeing as she was already on the rota for the late shift. 

“Oh no. I hope you’re not too sick, Robin,” you said through clenched teeth. 

The girl sunk further down, her nose level with the table and her lukewarm pasta. She had the good grace to wince and mouth ‘sorry’ at you, eyes wide and apologetic. 

“Anyway, you and Harrington can utilise your time and do something productive, like cleaning the popcorn machine,” Murray waved a hand, distracted, knocking his coffee mug dangerously close to the computer. 

The popcorn machine hadn’t worked since 1973 but you didn’t bother mentioning that, too hung up on the other name that Murray had lumped yours with. “Harrington?” You glared between your boss and Robin, who was now positively morose. “Steve? Steve’s on the late with me? No. No.”

Murray laughed, a mean cackle that told you there wasn’t really any point in arguing, but you tried anyway. “Murray, please, c’mon. Can’t Argyle do the late? Carver? Literally anyone else?”

The man snorted, finally turning on his computer chair, the wheels protesting and he was grinning at you, gaze amused through his wire rimmed glasses. “They’re busy.”

“So am I!” You attempted, voice cracking. 

“You owe me approximately…” he turned back to his desk, rifling through the mess there until he produced what looked to be your timesheet. You bit back a swear. “…five hours this week. And that’s not including the forty minutes you were late this morning, so, I think we can compromise on you doing the late and keeping your job, alright?”

You didn’t say anything, just turning back on your chair to slump down to Robin’s level, arms folded and eyes stormy. The girl knocked your ankle with her own, mouthing another apology across the table, and if it weren’t for the fact she’d been trying to work up the courage to ask Nancy out for months now, you would’ve definitely have done something childish, like knock her pasta off the table. 

But you didn’t. You were fine. It was fine. 

“Make sure you lock up properly when you leave,” Murray reminded you unnecessarily, ‘cause that was Argyle’s bad habit, not yours. “And play nice with Steven - but not too nice.” He ruffled your hair as he passed, already leaving for the day despite the fact there was four hours left of opening. “There’s cameras everywhere, and some of them actually work. We don’t gotta see that, and I got out of the porn business years ago.”

Silence settled over the staff room as he slammed the door behind him, his last comment making Robin firmly push her lunch away. You blinked and stared at her, both of you thinking too much. 

“Is he… was that a joke?” She asked, hesitant to know the answer. 

“I have no idea.”

—————

Steve arrived as the last of the staff left, coming from his day off to spend the next six hours with you in the dark arcade, waiting for a team of greasy haired men to push some buttons on each machine, wiggle a joystick or two and then demand a couple of hundred dollars for their effort. 

It was unnerving to see the boy in normal clothes, no real need for his staff shirt or name badge. His white t-shirt made him look even more tanned, sunkissed from the afternoons spent by his pool, the cotton lit up ultraviolet under the arcade lights. 

“What time are they comin’?” He asked in lieu of greeting, heaving himself up to sit on the desk, narrowly avoiding the bag of chips you’d been snacking on. 

You huffed, an annoyed sound that the boy was so used to, snatching your chips away before he could crush them further. You shrugged, moving away from Steve, eager to put some distance between you and him, ‘cause he smelled too damn nice. 

Like sunscreen and summer, leftover chlorine and a cologne that was probably more than his last paycheck. It was annoyingly distracting. 

“Don’t know, Murray said anytime between seven and ten.” You were already tired, draping yourself over the counter, used ticket stubs sticking to your arms. “This fucking sucks.”

“Didn’t you miss me?” Steve grinned, spinning on the desk to face you, his legs crossed in front of him as he leaned forward, taunting. He was good at giving you the eye, that gaze he gave all the girls, thick lashes fluttering, honey brown stare all soft and warm. 

Too bad it didn’t work on you. 

“No. But I’m glad to see you managed to pick up a sense of humour as well as an STD by the pool today.”

Steve laughed, unperturbed by your vicious comment. It hurt less when you smiled at him like that, all pretty and pleased with yourself, smug about it. “You’re particularly catty today, princess. Still not managed to reclaim a Dig Dug victory?”

“Fuck off.”

Steve grinned. Riling you up was his favourite thing to do. But all too soon, you were pushing yourself away from the desk, chips forgotten about, and rounding the counter. You sighed, looking around the empty arcade as if doing anything was better than talking to him. 

“I’m gonna refill the ticket machines,” you declared, not looking at him when you spoke. “Murray said you need to clean the popcorn machine, so, Godspeed.”

Steve blanked, staring at you as you walked away, bare legs lit up in pinks and blues under the lights, your shorts a constant distraction for him. He hated them. “Wait, what? The popcorn machine hasn’t worked in fucking years.”

“Not my problem!” You waved him off before turning the corner, disappearing behind the chunky machines that had stood since the beginning of the seventies. “Have fun, Harrington.”

Steve let the service men in an hour later, the silence that had fallen over the arcade interrupted by mechanical beeping and the switching on and off of each machine. He hadn’t seen you since he’d first arrived and the fact that he’d only managed to get one rise out of you was severely disappointing. So he searched through the large room, navigating the rows of games in a way he knew all too well, each screen flashing invitingly, the promise of a new adventure stuck behind each one. 

He knew where to find you, it wasn’t all that hard. But he still stopped to watch from afar as you bashed the buttons on the Dig Dug machine, swearing softly to yourself when the game didn’t do what you wanted. It beeped angrily, the screen flashed and a patronising ‘game over’ sign flooded the black background. 

“You’re doing it wrong,” he called out, too happily. 

You spun, scowling at the sound of his voice, his cheery negativity, his wide smirk. A sound of dismissal left your throat, annoyance clear on your face, but you couldn’t resist the bait. “There’s like, three buttons and I only need to use one of them,” you snapped, “how can I be doing it wrong?”

Steve joined you at the machine, leaning on the side of the bulky game, lit up by the flashing neon lights that hung above it. He was six different shades of yellow and orange, all golds and ambers and peaches across tanned skin and brown eyes. He was smug looking, eyes flickering from yours down to your fingers that were prodding at the button, bashing it furiously as you tried to blow up the Fygar’s that were in your way. The game beeped again, angry, and you were back to the main menu. 

Steve’s name flashed obnoxiously from the top of the leaderboard, the number one beside it, setting your teeth on edge. You pushed another coin into the slot, took a deep breath and tried to ignore the boy beside you. 

Steve only managed another minute or two of polite silence before he was sighing. “Jesus, look, like this, yeah?” His hand covered your own, the one hovering over the button and you froze, staring at him from the side of your eyes. “It’s about timing, not how hard you can mash the button into the board.”

You knew how to play. You were number one last week, you weren’t a novice, Dig Dug was your favourite game. You should’ve shaken him off, snarled something mean about men thinking they always knew best but you were frozen, still staring, looking at the boy like a deer trapped in headlights.

Steve pressed his fingers over yours as the game restarted, the tinny, electronic music beginning all over again. He was methodical about it, pressing the shooter only when the enemies got close enough, a vast difference to the way you manically shot on sight. But he frowned when he realised you weren’t moving at all, the joystick frozen in your other hand. 

“C’mon, you’re not exactly helping,” he complained moodily. “S’wrong? Scared I’m trying to seduce you or somethin’?” 

You scowled at that, shifting under Steve’s touch, glaring at him from where he still stood beside the machine; one, warm, wide hand still covering yours. His fingers were so much bigger than your own, swallowing your own against the buttons. 

“As if you could,” you were quick to shoot back, but you ducked your chin, glaring at the screen through your lashes. “More concerned about where your hands have been.”

You heard him huff out a laugh, a breath through the smirk that seemed to always be on his lips when he was around you. He pressed your fingers down again when you tilted the joystick, successfully blowing up three of the little pixelated enemies on screen. 

“Now, now, princess,” Steve’s voice was low, smooth. You hated it. “Don’t act like you weren’t letting Carver drape himself over you last Wednesday.”

You wrinkled your nose at the memory, not liking Jason Carver any more than you did Steve, but at least the latter didn’t invade your personal space like Jason did. The blonde boy seemed to think his old letterman jacket was a one way pass into a girl's pants, no matter how long it had been since high school had ended. 

You had absolutely no interest in Jason, you never had and you told him as such on the daily. But it was still fun to say, “you sound jealous, Steven.” You smirked the same as him, letting your gaze slide to him from the side of your eye, watching as he frowned, cheeks rosier than normal in the arcade lights. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart,” he bit back, eyes focused on the screen, his fingers jabbing over yours a little harder than before. “You’re not my type.”

It shouldn’t have cut you as much as it did, a cheap jab, wrapped in barbed wire but it stung all the same. You sneered, a nasty thing, shrugging Steve off, his hand moving from yours and leaving it cold. You pressed the button alone, blowing up the pixels until there were none left and the level cleared. The screen flashed with a new high score and you tilted the joystick with more force than necessary as you typed out your initials. 

Your name took first place on the leader board, knocking STEVE H. to the number two spot. The boy didn’t say anything as you walked away, his eyes on your bare legs, as usual, the taste of regret sitting heavy on his tongue. 

[logan-lieutenant]

Am i the only one who's kinda insulted colapinto immediately insults logan after he crashs the car or am i reading to much into it like?????? Why are you insulting the guy who was so nice to you? And if ur not insulting him then why are you joking abouy his crashes like there funny????

Here’s what I have to say about Franco:

I definitely spent too much time on this, but receiving this ask absolutely BEWILDERED me so I went on an internet spiral to find what on earth it could be referring to before I found it. X, Instagram, Williams App, Motorsport.com. I looked everywhere for any sort of comment or criticism that could be called an “insult” from Franco and he hasn’t made any sort of statement, on socials or interviews, about Logan at all. Which, considering the media/PR hellscape Williams has now roped him into, is definitely for the best.

What I think you meant– I think– was Franco’s radio message right after he hit the barrier. An apology. “Sorry about that, guys.” Now this is where I guarantee you, you are reading too far into it. Drivers are well aware of the consequences of damaging their cars, especially at the beginning of a race weekend. Especially when the whole world is watching with as much ridicule and scrutiny as Williams is receiving now. They know how much the damage costs. They know their teams don’t have bottomless resources. They know that they’re not the ones who are going to have hours or days worth of nonstop work to do to clean up their mess.

Crashing is shameful. It’s embarrassing. It’s like throwing up on someone’s favorite shirt and then watching them hand wash it. Drivers apologize on the radio after crashing more often than not, even in different tones/wording. Logan did not invent dejection, he did not invent self-loathing apologies, he didn’t invent apologizing on the radio after a driver-error impact.

I’m a huge Logan Sargeant stan. The August 27th news hit me like a battering ram in the chest and I’m still in the process of catching my breath. I get that it’s so easy to have a natural, almost overeager resentment for his replacement. The fact that Franco’s media personality, the costumes they put on and stick to throughout their careers to make themselves likeable and recognizable, is so opposite from Logan. Cocky, confident, smooth-talker, upbeat.

But he isn’t in charge of his own image, even, none of them are. He’s walking on eggshells because he’s going to be met with backlash and hate from ex-Williams fans, Logan fans, people who think he can’t be good as a rookie, people who love to underestimate him. He doesn’t have an inch of room to make some kind of public image mistake. Also, he’s not even 25? I still consider that a kid. He’s a kid, he’s learning, he’s gonna be reckless and ambitious and trip over some hurdles trying to navigate the monstrous traveling circus of F1 for the brief time he has.

Also, speaking of mistakes– because Logan, the driver he’s replacing due to James Vowles’ erratic leadership, was famous for crashes and not much else– Franco knows that he can’t afford to show any similarity to that sort of pattern or else he’ll be finished. He’ll be a laughing stock, a mistake, a disappointment, another reason to shout, “Why would you do this?!” to Williams as a whole. Just like Alex, his performance on track has to do more than just carry them forward in the championship– they need something shiny and sparkly and impressive just to cover up the horseshit back in the garage. What happens to Franco if he fails to meet that standard?

He gets maybe one crash. One crash to burn. A single crash could be rookie error, overexcitement, getting used to a new track, any number of excusable mishaps. Anything else? He’s history. And before his second race out of his Formula 1 debut, he’s burned straight through it.

Just because he comes across as optimistic, proud of himself, excited, ready to race onscreen doesn’t mean that everything’s totally fine behind his yes. He’s under enormous pressure. Monumental stakes are weighing on his performance as an F2 rookie, as an F1 rookie, in someone else’s car, for the last third of an already-in-progress season. This could be his only chance to make an impact, to show his talent. And Williams have made that as difficult as it could be for him. Which they’re good at.

Just because Franco is performing better than Logan doesn’t mean he’s a participant in the insidious nightmare that is Williams management right now. He’s just a young driver they could have thrown into the wrong car at the wrong time. Sound familiar?

tl;dr I will defend Franco Colapinto as a temporary Williams driver and support Logan Sargeant as a survivor of abuse and those two things can exist at the same time

[jakesguitarsolo]

Happy Sexy Sunday lovelie!! I hope your weekend has been nice so far

I couldn't help but thinking about lovemarks, there's just something so endearing and sexy about them, hickies and scratches...and oh bruises. Look, I know that Jake can be all dom and rough in bed, but there's no denying that deep down he's the most tender and gentle lover boy, I feel like he'd feel bad about leaving bruises on you, he'd gasp when he found them when he is cleaning you up or when you are taking a shower, he'd apologize over and over and offers to kiss them better, causing you to giggle, but also couldn't help feeling cocky and smug about it

Happy Sexy Sunday to you! 😘 (So sorry about how late this is. It’s been such a busy day.)

Well now you’re giving me more ideas about my impure Jake thought from this morning so this is kind of a continuation of that…

18+ BELOW THE CUT! SMUT! Minors DNI!

Jake’s fingers are digging hard into the flesh on your hips as he fucks you from behind over the kitchen counter, fully aware that it’s gonna leave bruises. But that’s exactly what he wants, isn’t it? He loves leaving marks on you. This morning, you can already feel the impression of love bites all over your neck and shoulder. Jake isn’t letting up though, and that’s the last thing you want anyway. You beg Jake to fuck you hard and deep, and he always does, just the way you like it. He’s pounding into you at a relentless pace now, and the sounds your bodies are making together are pornographic to say the least. Jake can tell you’re close so reaches down between your legs, which are now soaking wet from the arousal dripping down your thighs, to rub quick tight circles on your clit. He whispers beautifully in your ear, “Come on, love. Give it to me.” It’s definitely a plea at this point as he can hardly contain himself, moaning your name and whimpering as his body is pressed flushed against yours, wanting to come undone with you. You feel the heat rise in your belly, trying to warn him as you barely get the words “Jake, I’m com—” out. Your orgasm hits you like a fucking brick wall, and you feel Jake thrust one last time and hold himself deep as he spills into you. He slowly pulls out and you feel his cum drip down your legs. Jake gets down on his knees behind you and says, “can I kiss them better please?” You nod and he immediately starts kissing those spots on your hips where he knows bruises will form by tomorrow.

“I’m *kiss* so *kiss* sorry *kiss* my love”

You laugh, “it’s okay, Jake I’m fine really.” He doesn’t stop kissing up and down your sides as he continues, “no, it’s not okay. As much as you and I both love these pretty marks on you that prove you’re mine and only mine, I do need to be more gentle with you, love. I don’t want to hurt you.” You might still be high from the post-orgasm endorphins, but you do know the hickies on your neck and the bruises on your hips will be tender tomorrow. “Well you know I like a little pain, Jake, but you can try to make it up to me if you want.” He steps away to grab a washcloth from a drawer and starts to clean you up. He comes back up, gives you the sweetest open-mouthed kiss on your lips and pulls away to say, “I’m going to start a shower for us.” Jake scoops you up in his arms and carries you to your shared master bathroom. You sets you down in front of the mirror to turn the shower knob on to hot. Turning your head to the side a bit, you take a look at yourself in the mirror and run your hand over the marks on your neck. In the reflection of the mirror, you see Jake smirking to himself. He doesn’t think you can see him, so you decide to mess with him a little. “Ouch! Baby, this actually does hurt more than usual,” you wince and pretend it hurts. Jake turns you around to face him now and pulls you into his warm body. “I really am sorry, love. Will you please forgive me?” Fuck, you love him like this. All sweet and loving, wanting nothing more than to please you and make you happy. “I’ll forgive you if you do me one favor,” you assert. Jake is quick with his response, “Whatever you want.”

Moving your face closer so your lips are lightly grazing his, you say, “Make love to me in the shower. Please. Gentle and slow this time.”

Jake grabs your hand in his and guides you towards the shower doors as he agrees, “Anything for you, darling.”

[kawakalalala]

I hope you're feeling better from your injury 💜

Here's some silly writing ideas (no pressure!!):

Western AU- Outlaw Abby kidnaps Reader who is the sheriff's daughter for ransom. Over the time she's with her, Abby starts to develop feelings for her and it gets spicy from there

Medieval AU- Knight Abby and Knight Reader are in the same guard but are rivals, constantly trying to outdo the other. One day, the tension bubbles over.

Or just maybe how Abby would react to her partner getting hurt during a patrol

Alright enough rambling, thanks for reading!! Hope doesn't bother you!!

hi!!!! PUH-LEASE don’t apologize for rambling. i fuckin love rambling! and thank u! unfortunately i tried to go back to work like the little overachiever i am and made myself worse..☺️

n e wayz!

holy shit the western au has my little horse girl brain in a chokehold. outlaw abby w a little quarter horse mare :((((

on the topic of horsey abby…

rodeo!abby !?!?!? barrel races and drives a truck, competes every weekend and literally babies her horses w a million different toys and rugs and treats… spends all day at the barn w you if u also ride 🤧🤧🤧

horse show gf!abs (for my own sake i think im gonna make a whole post on this) UUUFHFHFHFHHF OH MY GOD i wish there were more gay horse girls to explain how hot this is. she helps u drive down to the venue and waits w u between classes and lugs all your stuff back and forth from the trailer :((((

i did rodeo as a kid but now i do a discipline called the hunter jumpers, which is like the bougiest version of equestrianism HEHAHSHA but ok enough

OBSESSED W SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!R AND OUTLAW!ABBY BUT WHAT ABOUT SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!ABS AND OUTLAW!READER!!!

cause imagine being in the town jail and eyeing her and trying to flirt your way into getting her keys but getting hooked on her 🫣🫣🫣

HOLT SHIT KNIGHT RIVALRY 🤤

ANY RIVALRY IS MT FUCKING WEAKNESSSS LIKE YES BATTLE FOR DOMINANCE PLEASE

this is a mess sorry im fangirling over things in my own head

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Last Line Challenge!

So yes, I missed Six Sentence Sunday, y'all...but for, quite literally, the best possible reason that could ever exist, and that is because I MET NICHOLAS FREAKIN GALITZINE. I have been an emotional mess since Saturday night, when I got to not only meet the man but capture it in light and color and motion to keep forever, AND I got to sit in a theater with him and see his newest project, that y'all aren't at all ready for and we're all going to collectively freak out over when it releases. But for now, I'm staring at my new banner, at him...as Henry, my favorite character of all time, and thinking about the fact that for a singular moment in time, I existed in the same space as this man I've come to love so much more than I could ever say.

Thank you ALL for your well wishes and good vibes for me as I went into this past weekend. I know beyond a doubt that the universe heard them, and I'm so blessed and grateful it did.

Now, to the last line challenge! Thanks be to @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes, @magicandarchery, @suseagull04, @getmehighonmagic, @priincebutt, @adreamareads, @onthewaytosomewhere, @nontoxic-writes, and @indestructibleheart for the tags!

I had to get a little creative with my last line, because the actual last line gives something away about an upcoming gift fic I am totally not going to finish in time but will at least have some to share with the recipient...soon.

Once secure, he holds up his shirt and shakes it out, flutters his eyelashes at Henry whose lips pull back over his teeth to reveal a wide, gummy grin that has him shaking his head, and finally, finally, slides it back on.

Gonna toss a few tags out for those whose last lines I haven't spotted yet behind the cut! Apologies if you've already done it! And as always, this tag is totally open for anyone who may want to take part!

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[coldflasher]

IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDDD

I was about to be brave and text my instructor to apologize again and ask if we could book a new lesson for next week, weekends only to make sure i don't mess up again. and before I did I was like "you know I'll actually just check the app to make sure she defo isn't coming this morning to do the lesson slot I THOUGHT I had booked in"

and then I discovered that SHE BOOKED ME A NEW LESSON AT A RANDOM TIME TODAY WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME THAT SHE HAD DONE IT!! I'M??

WHY WOULD YOU---

like i have already proven i can't keep track of this shit and am flakey and confused. WHY WOULD YOU NOT LIKE. SEND ME A TEXT OR SOMETHING. TO BE LIKE HEY I REBOOKED TODAY'S LESSON FOR A NEW TIME CAN U MAKE SURE YOU DON'T MISS THIS ONE. why would you PICK A NEW SLOT WITHOUT TELLING ME??? IF I HADN'T JUST HAPPENED TO DOUBLE CHECK THEN I'D HAVE MISSED IT *AGAIN*

am i gonna have to start checking the app daily to make sure i don't randomly have a lesson i was never told about?? at this point this cannot solely be my fault

[theemporium]

ok so i started this ask earlier this morning and am just now getting aroundn to finish it so apologies if it's all over the place

vegas has been a lestappen weekend and I am thinking THOTs like honestly so much happened this race weekend and i am reeling

1. no1 vegas hater max verstappen saying that he's excited to go back i love him 😭😭😭 i'm so glad he had fun lmaoo. like i can just imagine him in the hotel with charles and reader the night before the race all huffy and upset because this whole weekend is a farce and he is NOT going to have a good time. and charles is just like "it's gonna be fine mon amour, i think at this point you're just determined to have a bad weekend and spoiling it all for yourself" and maybe yeah he is but in max's opinion that is NOT the point. anyways after the thrill of Racing™️ he's like "hmm okay yeah u weren't wrong, i had a good time" and charles is jsut liek "SAY IT WAS YOUR WHOLE CHEST PLZ !!!! I WAS RIGHT !!!!"

2. obsessed with carlos being all kinds of protective big brother vibes to werewolf!reader. like he sees max and charles crowding her and is just like 🤨🤨 "alright alright we get it, you love her, but let her work pls. if you keep crowding her i'm gonna call this sabotage" but he's also the one who goes "i pretend i do not see it" when he catches max trying to wiggle his way into the ferarri turf

3. there are mould your own dildo kits called clone a willy (don't ask me how i know) but i can see max getting one as like a gag gift or something and he's just like haha ok whatev. but the days go on and really the more he thinks about it the more appealing it is to have a custom dildo bc then he can fuck his two loves with his cock at the same time. and also he needs to know what his dick feels like, you know for scientific purposes. so anyways he gets charles and reader to help him and it is SO messy, positioning is important, and the amount of effort it takes to stay hard is ASTRONOMICAL. his dick is stuck in a tube of goo, it's not sexy. but now if someone tells him to go fuck himself he can. so he stays winning 😘😘🤩

4. i also really hope lando gots a nice long sleep after the race. like he sounded horrible on the radio. he needs a nice cuddle stat. i feel like we don't talk about werewolf lando a lot but

-🌠

GAHSJSJAKAJSJBSSKJA OH GOD

1. there’s something so funny about max suddenly changing his tune😭he was probably just happy to do some actual racing and know that the whole weekend was over after it, but it’s still hilarious. and I could see charles and reader giving him such shit over it, teasing him that the elvis race suit put him in a good mood and maybe they should keep it all year round (no, they should not. it’s a cursed wee thing. I want it gone)

2. CARLOS BEING AN OVERPROTECTIVE BROTHER PLEASE😭even the idea that she’s upset with them over something, it’s carlos who she goes to and his driver’s room that she stays in🥲but he would be so supportive of their relationship and definitely help hiding it when he can

3. I have seen the clone-a-willy sets in stores here, it’s so😭😭😭I know it’s this hot concept or whatever but it genuinely makes me cackle at the idea of these boys trying to follow the instructions. like charles is confused and max is convinced he doesn’t need instructions and it’s just such a mess. it would be so fucking funny

4. baby lando deserves all the hugs and cuddles and kisses after that crash :( but we do not talk about werewolf!lando near enough!!!

[missmagooglie]

Seven Sentence Sunday/Chapter Update

It is still Sunday, which means I am still technically getting this week's chapter of How Long Do You Wanna Be Loved out over the weekend!

My posting schedule has caught up to my writing, so I apologize for the delay. I'm actually writing the chapter the week that I post it now rather than just editing it. But don't worry! The last chapter is fully written, and there's only one...ish more chapter between this one and the end! I'm also gonna try to get back to sharing more tidbits throughout the week. Last week was just... busy.

Anyway. Here's the first seven(ish) sentences of Chapter 8!

Eddie lets his eyes fall shut, cocooned in the warmth of his mate’s embrace. He never imagined that being claimed would feel like this, and now that it's done he feels safe and happy and good, and also very, very tired. Fortunately, he is already laying in a bed with his mate's arms wrapped around him, so all he needs to do is close his eyes and- “Hey,” Buck says, “don’t fall asleep on me. We still have to clean up.” Eddie’s face pinches into a frown. “Don’t wanna,” he protests as he turns his face further into the pillow beneath him. Buck chuckles, his chest rumbling against Eddie’s back. “Come on,” he says, his hand rubbing along Eddie’s side in an effort to rouse him. “We can’t sleep in this mess.” “Can too,” Eddie argues sleepily, his voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow case. “Watch.”

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Rinka: >/////<*** Why did we have to come here? This isn't my idea of "TGIF".

Nagisa: ^^;;; I-I know, but I needed to spend time with you and Yuzuki... I feel like I've been neglecting you guys...

Rinka: *huffs* >//////////<*** You're not...neglecting. Nagisa, I was there helping administer the exams, I know you've had your hands full.

Nagisa: Yeah, I guess... But most of the others squeezed time out of me in the evenings. You were there to watch our, uh... Smash Bros tournament the other night with Yukiko, Rio, Akari, Hinata, Hinano, Touka, Ritsu, and me... ^^;;;

Rinka: Uh-huh. Yuzuki was bummed she missed out.

Nagisa: She was, and that's why she signed me up for comic con this weekend with her. (✿◠‿◠);;; But Yuzuki always goes crazy at these conventions and forgets I came with. So I'm usually left wandering on my own while she's getting photo-ops and autographs and sampling all the different stalls.

Rinka: ... So that's why you brought me along.

Nagisa: Well, no, I honestly felt bad for not doing much with you lately. You deserve better. >_<

Rinka: >/////<*** I told you it's fine. We could've done dinner later or whatever.

Nagisa: But we're always doing dinner. I thought we could change things up a bit? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Nagisa... Dragging me to comic con is more than "a bit". >//////<*** Why am I even in this dumb costume?

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉) Honestly, I have no idea how Yuzuki's mind works. She took one look at you and said "a Tifa cosplay would work best!" ... And next thing I knew, she dragged you off and now here we are? (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: *huffs again* >/////////////////////<*** Honestly........ How did that otaku even fall for you? She can't put her manga down for five minutes. Is even a mangaka herself. >/////<***

Nagisa: Apparently, she really appreciated that I've listened to her all this time and at least tried keeping up with a number of series. (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: *rolls eyes* Of course... I dunno why I expected any different. Why did you hang out with so many of us, back in E-Class?

Nagisa: ... B-Because if I was hanging out with E-Class, I wouldn't have to spend that much time at home? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Nagisa. You know damn well what I meant. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: *drags foot on the floor like a wounded puppy* W-Well... You know before dad took me in, mom was grooming me to be her second shot at what she missed out on...

Rinka: Yeah, your mom was a real bitch. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: Rinka!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Rinka: You know I meant your mom-mom, not Irina. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: Th-That doesn't make it any better!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Rinka: Well, your mom shouldn't have been such a lowlife, bottomfeeding trashfire. I'm not gonna apologize when she treated you like crap. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: *sigh* (☉_ ☉) The point is, because of how I was being raised, interacting with girls was just... easier. The guys in E-Class were - are - great. But for that first while when Koro-sensei was getting our act together, I didn't get as much teasing for my looks from you girls. I... enjoyed being around that chill atmosphere more. (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: ...

Nagisa: You know Rio was the exception to the rule!! (☉_ ☉)**

Rinka: Yeah, I guess. -___- Some of us still speculated whether you were a guy or a girl, though. No guy had the right to be that pretty.

Nagisa: *sigh* I know, but you guys weren't as open or as frequent with the teasing. (✿◠‿◠);;; Once I hung out with Akari enough, pretty soon Yukiko got curious about me. Then Touka, Hinata... Hinano always sorta talked to me because she's... Hinano. Rio always liked messing around with me. Yuzuki tended to crack anime references around me and Akari, even used us as a sounding board a few times because she took her comedy very seriously. (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Mmm... (╬≖_≖) Yeah, I guess after a while you just had this reputation as someone we could talk to. Despite being besties with Karma, you were trustworthy and sweet about dropping everything to hear us out.

Nagisa: ... Why do you not sound too happy about that...? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Because it was a circus when we got far enough along in our friendships. (╬≖_≖) Akari was already hogging you enough as it was. But then Yukiko hit that phase where she would drag you out to the arcade the second class let out. Even Koro-sensei was impressed at her speed. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: That's not... um... well... Maybe it was a bit like that... (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: (╬≖_≖) Hinata was pummeling the guys more often because they were idiot perverts that couldn't be more like you. She got around to punishing the Terasaka boys for making you do that one stunt early in the year. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: O-Oh... (☉_ ☉) *wondered why Terasaka had been so chummy for the longest time*

Rinka: Don't get me started on Hinano and Touka. (╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖) Those two and Ritsu were... creepy as hell. Whenever they found locks of your hair, they squabbled over them. If you ever forgot something, it became this huge debate over who would get to return it to you. Not gonna touch the secret photo album they compiled during the school year... They snapped pics like damn paparazzi's. I don't even want to know how they caught certain moments of you; I swear they were busy doing other things when you made cute faces or reactions, but apparently not. (╬≖_≖) And Ritsu... I'm not sure if you ever noticed, but she followed you online and liked every single post you shared. Every. Single. One. (╬≖_≖)

Nagisa: I, uh... I think I remember something like that... (☉_ ☉);;; B-But, uh... Rinka... If you knew about "certain moments", doesn't that mean you were watching me a bunch, too??? (☉_ ☉)

Rinka: .............. >//////////////////////<*** Sh-Shut up! Unlike those weirdos, I at least respected your privacy... Koro-sensei even snapped a picture of you sleeping at home once, and everyone - everyone - hounded the octopus for copies. I told you, it was a damn circus when we got far enough along. I almost sniped people more than a few times because they went too far... ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶

Nagisa: W-Well, thanks for worrying about me, Rinka... (✿◠‿◠);;; *pets her head comfortingly*

Rinka: >/////////////<*** Guh... It just bugs me they can still make you do stuff because you're so nice... Like, what even is that costume you're wearing? Is that helmet supposed to be on?

Nagisa: It's a Sonic Ninja cosplay. (✿◠‿◠);;; No way I'm wearing the helmet all the time in this place. Way too stuffy, I'd pass out.

Rinka: ... So you're a Power Ranger, essentially. >//////<***

Nagisa: I'm surprised you know about those, I guess it's pretty similar? (✿◠‿◠);;;

Rinka: Sh-Shut it!!! >////////////////<***

[geminixevans-stan]

The Four Mischiefs

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x PR!Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Reader has to deal with four delinquents after their trip turned into a social media frenzy

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, Bucky being a little shit, explicit language

A/N: I missed this little series so much! I wrote this while on the devil’s lettuce so I hope you all enjoy! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

PR Chronicles Masterlist

Mondays were usually the normal recharge day after a weekend away from responsibilities. You were always a Monday person, ready to restart the work week and see what else you could accomplish. This Monday… you hated. While not many things could ruin your mood on a Monday, a group of mischiefs had a nice weekend.

And by nice you mean an utter disaster…

The large conference room usually was used for daily debriefings for the Avengers. But, because a certain video of Earth’s mightiest defenders stayed on the internet for three days until you finally got wind of it and scrubbed the web so clean that everyone on social media thought they were in a simulation, you had to do deep damage control.

Instead of having a meeting about how to save the Earth, you were sat in front of the conference table as Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve sat in the seats around the dark table as the video of their trip played out in front of them. 

Sam and Bucky had the look of accomplishment on their faces as they tagged team a group of normal human men in a neighborhood looking to match the housing of the New Orleans communities. Steve sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shame on his face as he cringe at the amount of force he used on his attacking party. 

And then came Tony… In all your time in knowing him, he never had the look of fear or shame etched on his features. Yet as you stare down at every single hero in your sight, Tony Stark looks… embarrassed. 

Even with their looks, you can still get to the bottom of why they were where they were and why they decided to fight an entire neighborhood (they won, of course).

The video began to end and with each passing second you became more and more irritated with all of them. No doubt Sam and Bucky were not sorry for what they did but you were going to make them issue a fake apology by any means necessary. 

You step close to the table, resting your hands on the surface as you take a seat at the head of it. All eyes were on you and every single one of them got their own glance before you decide to start grilling. 

“Anyone wants to start with what we’ve just seen gentlemen? Give me precise answers and it may or no may not help the consequences you’re all gonna get,” the coolness on your tongue was enough to send a shiver through them all. It was evident that they all messed up, royally. But nobody wanted to speak up. 

With a sly smirk on his face, Bucky raised his hand, waiting to be called on. The quirk in your eyebrow was all the interest you were going to give him as you called on him, “Sergeant Barnes, the repeat offender. What happened here?”

The clear of Bucky’s throat could be heard when he stood up, his metal hand pressed to the table as he began to speak, “Well, Sam decided to invite us all for a Boy’s trip to his hometown at the last minute and as you see in the video, there were some targets that needed some attention.” 

“Targets? So was this a mission or a trip of leisure Sergeant Barnes?”

“A trip…”

“So you were fighting for fun am I correct?”

“Seemed fun to me,” Bucky shrugged, taking another look at the screen as the video began to play again, making Bucky smile as he saw the combos he laid to his enemies, “With all due respect, they started it and we finished it.”

A scoff left your throat as Bucky took his seat, looking more accomplished than he did earlier. 

“So, we have two super soldiers and two men that use technology for their powers, fighting regular human beings for fun? Please, help me understand why four men with advantages decided to go fight for sport. ”

“That’s…. Not what happened,” Steve’s low, deep voice filled the room. Your head turned to him, shifting in his seat as his eyes finally met yours, “The trip part was true but I wouldn’t say the fight was for fun”

“Here comes the Golden boy,” Bucky quipped, chuckling afterwards.

“Enough Sergeant Barnes. You’ll just make your punishment worse than what it is. I’ll turn you into a more Golden Boy than Steve,” you spat, not even giving Bucky a second look as you keep your eyes on Steve. 

The room fell silent as Bucky slid a little in his seat, the brooding demeanor back as you continued your interrogating. “So what happened Captain Rogers? You don’t look so good in there either.”

“They really did start it ma’am. Sam wanted to show us his childhood home and we took the walk there just to take in the scenery. As we walked up the street, there were a large group of residents outside and they knew who we were.”

Your eyes, stay stuck on Steve, listening to him go into detail about what transpired that night. Each detail could be seen on the camera as clear as day. You just needed the verbal recollection of events.

“And then what Captain Rogers?”

“Tony made one of the guys mad because he wouldn’t give up his suit and… well I don’t want to say what the man said to Tony. It was bad”

For the first time throughout the meeting, Sam perked and said, “He called Tony a bitch ass daddy’s boy and then Tony swung.”

“SAM!!!” they all yelled as Sam slid down with the most widest grin on his face. 

“Snitch’n Sam at it again,” chuckled Bucky as he shook his head.

“Jesus Sam,” groaned Steve.

“I should have blew your legs off,” quipped Tony. 

You leaned back, rolling your eyes at each of them. But still, their stories matched with the video that you went over ten times before 9 AM today. They fucked up, Tony more than the others. You knew exactly how to deal with him and he wasn’t going to to like it one bit. 

He was the only one who didn’t have anything to say and he wasn’t going to be let off that easily. With the fold of your arms over your chest, you glared him down until his eyes met yours, “For a person who doesn’t know how to stop talking, Mr. Stark, you sure are quiet. What’s up?”

Tony rolled his eyes, breathing in before letting out a large sigh, “If I may defend myself here. It did escalate more than I wanted it to go. I mean can ya blame me? He was trying to take my suit!”

“I can see just fine Tony and he didn’t go near your suit or attempt to take it. Now what he said to you may not be right but… you have suit of armor! That you put on to fight. What would have happened if you really hurt someone. That then goes beyond my expertise.”

“Sorry mother…” Tony murmured under his breath. Not low enough because everyone heard it. 

It wasn’t the first or the last time that Tony called you that for chewing him out, but it was the tone he used that made a smile spread across your face, “Very cute. At least I wasn’t the one who fought and still got their suit taken. I wonder how they were able to do that?”

Stifled laughs could be heard from Sam and Bucky’s side, each holding in their laughter as the footage of different residents, taking pieces of Tony’s suit and running away played vividly. 

Bucky was the first to double over in laughter as Tony’s screams could be heard while the other three finished off their fighting. Steve gave you an apologetic look the more chaos ensued in the meeting. 

Your head was beginning to hurt and if you didn’t get out of these heels, someone was going to feel your wrath. 

“I’m glad that for some of you, this is amusing. Because It’s time to have my fun and hope you will laugh with me while I give your assignments on how to make it up to the public for your indiscretions.”

Silence fell over the room again as you slid all 4 of them their own Manila folder with separate tasks to win the public’s heart back. Sam was the first one to speak. 

“There is no way I’m doing this! Why do I have to do the clean up?! Tony was the one causing havoc!”

“Hey genius, we’re both doing the clean up so shut up”

“You shut up!” 

“No, You shut up”

“Both of you shut up!” you snapped, rubbing your temples slowly as they all read their briefing. 

The furrow on Steve’s eyebrows was evident as he read his tasks over and over, looking up at you over his folder, “Please don’t make me do this. I thought I was done with the infomercials,” he groaned, giving you his best puppy dog look. If it was just you and him, maybe you would have given in. But you couldn’t be moved. 

“And you can do just a few more. Next time don’t follow through with their shenanigans Captain Rogers,” amusement on your tongue as burst his bubble, chuckling when you heard Bucky’s sound of disgust. 

“Tell me why I have to fix some old stinky dusty boat?” he asked, leaning back as she threw his folder on the desk. 

You hummed happily, sitting up in your chair as you stared him down, “Because Sam’s sister asked for you since she said that Sam can’t fix crap”

“Hey!”

You threw your hands up in fake surrender, “Her words, not mine Mr. Wilson.”

Bucky smirked, sitting back up in his seat as she clapped Sam on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take good care of your sister,” a smile spreading across his face as he sat back, swerving his chair to the left the moment he saw Sam reach back.

With everyone knowing their punishments, you were entirely ready for this meeting to be over, “Is everyone fine with what they need to do but their assigned deadlines?” the room was filled with different version of yes and that was good enough for you. 

You ended the meeting, wanting nothing to do with any of them as you worked on keeping the said video off the internet and issuing apologies on each one of their social media sites. 

In true Bucky fashion, he sent you a quick test, stating that he wasn’t actually sorry. Which you replied with and eye roll emoji before packing up your things to go home with. 

A knock got your attention as you saw Steve in his civilian clothes, holding a beautiful arrangement of roses in your favorite color. Information that Steve didn’t or shouldn’t know about. 

“Trying to butter me up Captain Rogers?” you ask, standing by your desk as you stared at him from the threshold of the door. He cleared his throat, softly clutching the bouquet in his hand, “N-no ma’am. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make things right. These are for you. For causing you stress on your favorite day. May I?”

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opened up and closed again, ushering him in, “How did you… Know that?” amazement on your tongue as she placed the vase on your desk. 

Steve placed his hands in pocket of his jeans, his height well over half of yours as she stared down at you and shrugged, “You always wear pink on Monday’s and your favorite coffee mug is pink. Just something I paid attention to…”

A smile played at your lips as you stared at the almost timid man before you. He was nervous and it was all because of you? Couldn’t be. 

You place the handle of your purse over your shoulder, picking up the vase in your other arm and walk towards him, still having a good space between you two, “I like your attention to detail Captain Rogers…”

“Steve… you can call me Steve.”

His permission to call you his personal name made you smile, causing you to stand in silence before speaking, letting his name play on your tongue, “Steve… nice eye” your voice low was you brush past him, and out the door, leaving him to have the start of reddening cheeks. 

Steve stood there for a moment, watching you walk away as she made sure you were gone before leaving. He closes your door, only to be startled by Sam and Bucky waiting outside. 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as she looked at Steve, “You didn’t ask her yet did you?”

“Come on man, you know he didn’t,” snickered Sam. 

They both laughed with each other as Steve rolled his eyes, looking back before a smile played at his lips, “No. But, she did call me Steve…”

[xoxochb]

thank you!! i am very sorry in advance that this is so long…you don’t have to respond if it’s too much

okay so me and my best friend (i’ll call her mary) were arguing last weekend because she accused me of trying to homewreck her relationship with her boyfriend (i’ll call him paul). because me her and paul were all pretty good friends so sometimes me and paul would have these stupid little arguments over text on instagram which is something that i repeatedly told mary about cause i didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable or think something weird was going on between us and this had been going on since like march. but last saturday she told me that the texting did bother her and i felt really bad so i told her i was so sorry and i would stop and i unfollowed him and everything. but the real problem came when she kept going when she was like “why you didn’t tell me that you and paul be texting” and i explained that i told her every single time and that we don’t “be texting” cause it’s not an everyday thing and we actually barely talked all summer (we really only recently did cause my birthday just passed) but she kept asking questions and making it out to be something that it’s not. and she even saw all the texts and asked us both if we were flirting and we both said no so then i was really confused. so i asked her if she thought i would really do that to her and she said we “know you have a history” so i asked what history and she said “a homewrecking one”. so i started asking her to name a single couple that i’ve ever homewrecked or even tried to in my entire life and she couldn’t so i was really confused where that came from. so we kept going back and forth and she said “forget the homewrecking thing but we both know you have hoe-ish ways” and that coupled with the homewrecking thing and her clear lack of trust in me really hurt my feelings. especially since i don’t have “hoe-ish ways” but she’s always thought that since she almost constantly has a boyfriend and i don’t but i’ll talk to multiple guys and she always tried to shame me for that saying that i need to be careful cause of “soul ties” and she doesn’t think i respect myself. so i sent this little paragraph about how her lack of trust and what she said hurt and that she was my friend before anything else so i’d never do anything like that to her (or anyone especially since i’ve been cheated on multiple times before so i know that pain) but she just left that on read and that was on monday.

so we didn’t talk again until wednesday when i asked a gc we have with two of our other friends if we’re all good to go to dave n busters cause that’s how we were gonna celebrate my birthday but she said she couldn’t go cause she was sick and so did another friend so we decided to reschedule. but today she texted the gc and told us that she’s 6 weeks pregnant and that’s the reason she’s been sick lately and she’s keeping it. (btw we’re all 19-20 so her deciding to keep it is a big thing). she said that we’re all gonna be aunties and stuff like that and of course i’m happy for her if this is what she wants but my feelings are still hurt you know. especially since she never responded to my last message.

so here’s my thing. i know that pregnancy is a big thing and it messes with your emotions and stuff so i can understand if that’s where all of that was coming from but is it wrong to still kind of want an apology?? or maybe not even an apology just for her to acknowledge that i’m not an evil homewrecker who was trying to steal her boyfriend??

please be completely honest and let me know if i’m wrong here cause then i’ll 100% apologize. it’s just that i don’t have friends that aren’t also friends with her sooo

I think you’re right to earn an apology from her because regardless of her pregnancy or not it’s never okay to accuse you of something like that. I don’t think you need to apologize to her because honestly you haven’t done anything wrong and she just wants to start stuff for absolutely no reason because if you were just friends then that’s it and nothing more. but I also think that her pregnancy could be a leading factor to why she’s acting crazy about this and like, taking it to a whole new level. I think in all honesty and if anything that you would deserve an apology from her but also if you want to mend things with her then I would apologize. I was in a situation with a friend a while ago and even when I knew I was the victim in the situation I apologized anyways and now we’re chill again and everything’s resolved but I would do whatever feels right to you this is just my personal opinion

[phantom-hunter-calcharo]

(( gonna be MIA until tomorrow evening CET. We’re in the final stretch in terms of Academics this semester and then I am freeeeeee (for the weekend and then I start an internship).

Apologies for making you wait. Here’s a song that I am currently obsessed with and is a mood.))

[elvenmother]

The Art of Crossed Wires - 8 - The Third Time

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing Chapter: 8/9 Word count: 2769

Summary: After your date with Agent Monroe, you need to fix things once more with Marcus. This leads to a heart-to-heart and, finally, some clarity.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. Almost the last chapter.

Part Seven | Part One | Series Masterpost

After the disastrous date with Garrett Monroe, you decided it would be a good idea to spend the weekend with friends, specifically Mary. One quick phone call on Saturday morning, and she arrived at your apartment within the hour. She’d brought snacks as well as a couple of bottles of wine, just in case, apparently.

Then you told her everything. About how her pranks had put you so on edge that you’d slapped Marcus. About the book and the lunch that came after. About how you’d thought it was a date and made a fool of yourself the following Saturday at the gallery. And finally, about the date with Garrett and how he’d tricked you when you were at your lowest.

“Wow.” Mary sat for a moment, her eyes wide, her chocolate bar paused halfway to her lips. “That’s a lot to unpack and, just… wow.”

“Yeah.” You slumped back on your sofa, stuffing a mini cheese wheel into your mouth.

“Right.” She sat forward, finishing off her chocolate in one mouthful. “Firstly, I am so fucking sorry about the pranks. I went way too far and haven’t really properly apologised for that. So I’m doing it now. I am very sorry. Now, let's take this step by step and fix this…”

“Mess?”

“I wasn’t going to say mess, but yeah, honey, it’s a clusterfuck right now.” Mary dove into her purse and retrieved a pad and pen. “Right, first was the slap, but you fixed that yourself with an excellent gift. But then…”

“Then I went to lunch with him and read too much into it.” You covered your face with your face dramatically. 

“Yes, but again this is fixable.” She patted your knee and continued to write. “Honey, this is an easyish fix. You need to talk to him.”

“I tried that.” Your reply was muffled by your hands.

“No. You explained your point of view, but then neither of you properly talk about it afterwards.” Mary reached over, pulling one of your hands down so she could look at you. “Yeah, it’s awkward. But you need to talk to him about how you were mistaken and didn’t mean to make it…”

“Weird.”

“Uncomfortable. Just be honest. He’ll understand.” Mary smiled at you, and you felt your other hand drop. “Also, you need to tell him what Agent Monroe said about him. Cos, that’s really manipulative bullshit.”

“Urgh, Monroe.” You grabbed a bag of chips, pulled it open and stuffed a handful in your mouth. “‘e’s gonna b’ fuffin’ weir’ wi’ me too.”

“You leave Agent Asshole to me.” Mary looked at you sternly. “I’ll keep an ear out and head off any gossip. I’ll also give some of the other ladies a quiet heads up about his ways.”

“Thank you.” You looked over at your friend. 

“I helped make this mess, and besides, I love you.” She shrugged. “Anyway, we have a plan now, so let's forget about stupid men for the rest of the weekend.”

“Agreed.” You grinned as Mary held her arms open for you.

“Let's cuddle up and watch something dumb.” Mary chuckled as you crawled into her waiting arms.

~~~~~

After spending the weekend with Mary, you felt tons better. Not only had you mended your friendship, but you also had a plan in place. Talk to Marcus. It sounded so simple, but as the hours ticked by on Monday morning, you still had no idea what you were going to say. Sitting at your desk, you tried to focus on your work. However, after reading the same paragraph five times, you knew something needed to be done. This was interfering with work now. You needed to go talk to him as soon as possible before you lost your nerve.

Quietly getting up from your desk, you scanned the office for Marcus, finally spotting him at the edge of the bullpen on his way to his office. Walking briskly across the space, you were thankful that most of your colleagues were focused on their tasks as you passed by them.

You managed to catch up to Marcus by the elevators between the bullpen's large open-plan workspace and the agents' private offices. He stopped as he heard your footsteps, turning with a smile only for it to drop as he saw it was you.

“Hey.” You took a deep breath and smiled. “Do you have a minute?”

Marcus nodded, pulling the files he was holding closer to his chest. “Sure.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the other Saturday at the gallery and what happened. I just-”

“How was your date with Monroe?” Marcus cut you off, his handsome features becoming sharper and his tone more abrupt. You heard your jaw click shut as you stared at him.

“I… it was… what makes you think it was a date?”

Marcus frowned as his eyes darted away from you for a second. His whole body seemed tense as he licked his lips in thought. “Because I’ve had to listen to him talking about it to other agents all morning. I get the impression it didn’t go well, seeing as he’s not saying very kind things about you.”

“What?” A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered just how badly the date had ended and imagined what kind of things Garrett could be saying.

“Yeah.” Marcus swallowed hard. “He took great joy in telling me and a couple of the other agents that you were…” He closed his eyes as if contemplating whether or not to tell you.

“What has he said about me?” You groaned, wanting to get this over with. “Just tell me.”

“That you’re an uptight bitch who wants to bag an agent because you think it’s the way to get a promotion out of the bullpen.” Marcus sighed, rolling his eyes. “But that you won’t put out to seal the deal. His words, not mine.”

“Did he now?” You folded your arms across your chest and scowled. You knew Garrett Monroe was a pig, but this was low even for him. “And you believe him?”

There was a long pause as Marcus bit his lip and looked everywhere except at you. “No.” He said quietly. “I just, I didn’t expect him to be your type.”

“He’s not. I was just… I don’t know… confused about where we stood.” You unfolded your arms as you shook your head. “After we spoke that Saturday, you were really weird with me because of what I said. And then Monroe told me you weren’t into women, so-”

“Wait! He said what?” Marcus held a hand up to stop you midsentence, staring at you incredulously. 

“I think he said so I’d go on a date with him, but at the time, I dunno, it sort of made a little sense.” You shrugged, watching as Marcus’ face relaxed slightly from the tense frown. “I’d made you feel awkward, and I figured it was because you were…you know, gay.”

“Gay? You thought I was gay?” Marcus blinked like you’d just told him you had two heads.

“I-”

“I was flirting with you, and you-” Marcus stopped as two coworkers approached. Quietly watching them as they passed, he frowned. “This isn’t the place to talk about this.”

You thought for a moment as your colleagues left earshot. “Coffee shop?”

“No.” Marcus shook his head. “Look, Monroe has been a grade-A jackass, but he did make me realise we need to fix… this.” He motioned to the two of you. “Would you feel comfortable coming to my place tonight?”

“Your house?” You were taken aback, unable to hide the surprise from your voice.

“Apartment, yeah.” Marcus ran a hand through his hair, still watching to make sure no one was listening. “If that’s too-”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Ok.” Marcus let out another sigh. “I have to get back to work. I’ll email you my address. See you at seven?”

“Seven.” You nodded, watching as Marcus returned the nod and headed towards his office. With your shoulders feeling a little lighter but your head still buzzing, you made your way back to your desk.

~~~~~

Marcus’ apartment building was a tall modern building. The exterior was made up of red brick and glass, and it dwarfed some of the older buildings on the street. To the left of the large double glass doors was the intercom panel. After double-checking your email on your phone, you found Marcus’ apartment number and pushed the smooth silver button.

A few minutes and an elevator ride later, Marcus greeted you at his apartment door. He must have showered as soon as he got home, his hair still slightly damp with little droplets falling onto the shoulders of his t-shirt as he showed you into his modest apartment. You watched as he fussed, tidying cushions and books before motioning for you to take a seat on the sofa.

“Have you eaten?” He perched on the arm of a nearby chair, tugging on his t-shirt nervously.

“No, I barely had the chance to change before heading over here.” You gestured to your more casual clothes: a graphic tee and well-worn jeans.

“Me too.” Marcus nodded, smiling slightly before standing and pulling his phone out of his own jeans. “Take-out?”

“Sure.” You still left nervous despite the attempts of both of you to make this feel relaxed. “I’m happy with whatever you like. Just nothing too spicy.”

“Got it.” Marcus thought for a moment before swiping on his phone. “Pizza?”

“Sure.” You repeated and waited while he placed the order, taking in his home.

The outside of the building was very modern; something echoed inside and further demonstrated by the clean, crisp lines in the apartment. However, even if you hadn’t known this was Marcus’ apartment, everything about the decor screamed it to you in full volume.

Soft, plush armchairs and a big comfy sofa dominated the living space adding much-needed bursts of vibrant colour to the stark white of the walls. Portraits hung alongside landscapes and abstract pieces. Beautiful photographs sat next to sketches. Looking over at the walls, you felt a smile creep onto your face as you realised almost every inch of them was covered in art. 

Two massive bookcases overflowed with books, graphic novels and what looked like a couple of TTRPG rulebooks. Then in front of them on the shelves, each probably deliberately positioned, were tens of tiny sculptures. You had been tempted to call them knickknacks, but that somehow felt like diminishing their beauty. Small wire models shared shelves with Funko figures. A grey speckles picture frame with green tentacles bursting out of it sat next to a bronze handbell shaped like a southern lady, the hoop skirt flaring out to form the main bell casting.

“Shouldn’t be too long.” Marcus snapped you out of your observations, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Following your eye line, he smiled at the bell. “My grandmother’s. She collected them. I remember she had a sideboard in her house covered in them. When she passed me, my brother, my sister and all the cousins got to choose one to keep. I chose the southern belle.”

“That’s a lovely way to remember her.” 

“Yeah.” He moved from the arm of the chair to sitting properly in it. “Funny thing was there were no arguments either. We all had different favourites, so everyone got the bell they wanted.” Marcus paused for a moment, still looking at the bell, before taking a deep breath and turning back to you. “So… let's get awkward.”

“Ah.” You nodded, taking a deep breath of your own. “Yeah, no point putting this off.”

“I’ll start.” Marcus frowned for a moment. “I owe you an apology.”

“Me?” You could hardly believe your ears. “I’m the one who made it weird.”

“No, you weren’t. Well, yeah, a little. But I did too.” He paused as he chose his next words, his eyes locked onto your face. “You think you made it weird by thinking of our lunch as a date and then saying so. But the truth is you saying that to me caught me off guard because I’d also been thinking of it like that.”

Marcus stopped and seemed to be collecting himself while his words sunk in. It had been a date. And more than that, you hadn’t imagined him feeling the same way.

“I need to tell you about something that happened to me just before I moved to D.C.”, Marcus spoke again after a few moments. His voice seemed quieter, softer almost, and the more he spoke, the more fragile he sounded. “Just before I got my promotion to the task force, I was seeing someone. A fellow agent. I was… I fell for her. Hard. Even asked her to move here with me.”

“But she said no?”

“Actually, she said yes. I called in favours to get her assigned here too and eventually asked her to marry me.” Marcus swallowed, and you could see him fighting tears. “Again, she said yes, and I thought everything was perfect. I was so in love. But as you’ve probably guessed, it didn’t end well. She left me and…”

Marcus stopped to collect himself. You shifted along the sofa towards him until you were sat at the other end and could reach his hand. Slowly you reached out for him, and to your relief, he took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“She broke my heart.” He said finally. “I went over and over what I did wrong. Eventually, I think I figured it out. I went too fast, rushed it. Story of my life.” Marcus let out a mirthless laugh. “Anyway, I made a promise to myself to take it slow. And I’ve tried. But then I met you.”

“I’m sorry about what happened.” You weren’t sure what to say. You could certainly relate, not ever really having had much luck in love yourself.

“I loved our lunch together and couldn’t wait to see you again. I thought about you all day Friday. Wondering what you were doing. Imagining what it would be like to…” Marcus trailed off for a moment, squeezing your hand again. “But I was also scared because I could already feel myself falling for you. Moving too fast again. But I got around that by telling myself it was just one-sided.”

“But then when I confessed the same thing…”

“Yeah.” Marcus dropped his head down, looking at you through his eyelashes. “I froze because, well… that made it real, and that scared me. And by freezing, it sent you the wrong message, which is why I’m the one who needs to apologise.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “We’re quite the pair. We’ve both been overthinking this way too much.”

“Yeah.” Marcus chucked. “I should have said something but chickened out every time I saw you. But then-”

“Monroe.” You scowled. “That asshole.”

“Yeah.” Marcus frowned. “He told me he had a hot date but didn’t say who. Kept dropping hints, which I obviously didn’t pick up on. So when I saw you with him that night, it felt like my heart had been stomped on-”

“Marcus, that’s not why I-”

“I know.” Marcus reached over and took both of your hands in his. You had to marvel at just how large and gentle his hands were. “It felt like that cos I knew I’d screwed up and missed my chance. Well, I thought I had.”

“I, um…” You ran your thumb over the back of one of his hands, looking up into his smiling face. “Can I ask? Who were you with that night?”

You watched as he gave a soft chuckle. “My older sister Amelia. I called her to ask for advice. Told her I was doing it again.” He laughed harder. “She came to visit last weekend to deal with her idiot brother, well, one of them anyway.”

You could pretend you weren’t relieved, and Marcus must have noticed your shoulders relax, although thankfully, he didn’t say anything. Instead, the two of you sat for a moment, smiling at each other, basking in the glow that comes from knowing the other person returns your feelings. 

“Start over again?” You said finally with a small giggle. This was becoming almost ridiculous. 

“Third time’s the charm, right?” Marcus gave you a lopsided smile, his warm brown eyes twinkling. 

“So, to be clear.” You needed to hear him say it. “This will be a date?”

Marcus leaned forward, pulling your hands towards him and stared directly into your eyes. “Definitely a date.”

~~

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[tervaneula]

Oh boy, oh boy oh boy OH BOY!!!

Ch 13 dropped, it dropped on my forehead as if s ok someone just threw a slipper into my face (that's how powerful it is!!) AND YET AM STILL WIGGLING MY HANDS AND LEGS FROM EXCITEMENT!

So! The review! *take deep breath* When the ch started with Leonardo begin in bed and how you talked about him unable to Make it to breakfast nor lunch and even couldn't apologize? I knew he was feeling 'overwhelmed' since he can still feel the 'phantom pain' (i think they call it that) and feel the burden of not takin' care of the kids, his son CJ (yes in my heart CJ is leo's son).

How you talked about Leonardo's days in the apocalypse broke my heart easily; he had to do it since it's his duty, his job and multiple lifes are counting on him wither they like him, love him or hate him... They needed him.

And it breaks me because like school in weekend; when you're used to wake up early in half of the week, surely you'll wake up early with no alarm clock. (It had happened to me multiple times, you don't know).

And how he remembered mikey made something special for him, his brother f!mikey and CJ? Adds more guilt. Raphael begin the worried mother hen? More guilt added to Leonardo's guilt bank book.

Then someone came, thought it was future mikey but IT'S 3.0 SHELDON!! WHERE WERE YOU BUDDY?!?!

This gives me amount of happiness since we know Donnie - and probably future Donnie - are happy that his kid is back!

When Leonardo promises to join the meeting at 6 i was like " don't force yourself! You're tired!🥺 " but later on i thought that Leonardo maybe needed something to take his mind off and this meeting is what he needs.

Going to the kitchen, meeting little mikey always makes Leonardo happy so am happy the baby boy didn't get upset with him completely for messing the breakfast nor lunch, at least he's gonna eat... I felt at the end of the kitchen part that mikey knew Leonardo was overwhelmed and what he needed wasn't scolding but hug and care... And boy am i happy he had done that.

Fast forward to the lab, Donnie doing the YT intro which takes about 10 minutes before diving into the point of video/jk (come on, gotta bully him once before i move forward 🤣).

Then i see the spoiler part and be thankful and happy " if you were to make Leonardo hug someone first other then CJ i would've came knocking on your door/jk/jk "

The process of equipping the new arm reminded me of a person taking a needle for the first time in a long time, and Leonardo feeling the burn through his skin that almost made him bite his tongue was scary 😱 i do not want to imagine that!

The part where Donatello (future him) getting so excited and proud about past him made me happy! It's like he wanna shout " LOOK AT ME! YOUNGER ME! HE DID IT!! HE'S AMAZING!! " ahaha...

Then came the test, when Donnie asked him to move his fingers and hand i was like " bro just ask him to dance and make it short " then couldn't stop imagining NQK leo dancing fortnite style xD

Finally the 2nd gift came - and i thought Sheldon was one of them - LEONARDO CAN FEEL HIS RIGHT ARM?!?! TERV YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I WANNA HUG YOU RIGHT NOW!! THIS MADE ME MORE HAPPY AND GIDDY FOR LEO!!!

And then it's dropped because FUCKING BIG MAMA!!! Terv, my amazing fluff/ comfort goddess, i love you and your fics and your art/p

But i hate big mama and battle nexus champion (in short BNC) to bits!! If i can i would bitch about big mama 24/7 and choose kraang over her!!

I even made this for her personally.

So i don't know if there can be comfort with that bitch! Am sorry terv, i hate her as much as i hate cockroaches.

FINALLY I'M HERE!!! Thank you for your patience! <333

But gosh, this time I don't have anything to add – your observations and feelings are always such a delight but this time they're even MORE of a delight and I'm brimming with joy!!!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read the chapter and write this review!!<3

...ah well, I do have something to add. (That Big Mama meme hahjahsgfdjhsdg frickin hilarious, 10 laugh out louds of 10 laugh out louds.) I'm so sorry I threw you off with the end of the chapter but I PROMISE YOU it most likely won't go how you think it will, and obviously, true to my NQK shenanigans, Big Mama is not the villain she so very expertly made herself appear in the show... up until getting beaten up by Shredder. :D