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[awkwardblondiee]

NSFW Dom Billy Butcher Fic

A little Billy smut for you all. Sorry it's been so long, I've been hyperfixating on this new video game I got and cannot stop. Any way, hope you enjoy!

He came back to your shared apartment late in the evening. Something had gotten fucked up during his day and he was a swirling ball of emotion; anger, sadness, frustration. He comes in and doesn’t see you right away, but hears the water from the shower you must be taking. Standing in the middle of the kitchen he runs his hands down his face and breathes out a harsh sigh. Before he knows it he’s taking the plate of leftovers you had saved him and throws it across the room.

“Fuck!”

As you step out of the shower and wrap your towel around your freshly washed body, the sounds of shattering dishes makes you jump. Billy must be home. Slowly, you walk out into the kitchen. Billy is hunched over the kitchen island with his hands rubbing into his eyes. You look over at the other side of the room and see the pasta you made him for dinner running down the wall. You go to take a step towards Billy and he snaps his head up, looking at you with a possessive stare.

“Billy? Baby…. Wha”.

“Drop your towel”.

You freeze as you stare back at him, your eyes wide and heart beating faster at his request. You take another step towards him, ignoring his request for the time being, wanting to check on his wellbeing first.

“Billy plea”

“I said. Drop. The. Towel. Now.

He takes a few giant steps towards you and gets in your space. He looks down at your shy form. You look away from him but he grabs your chin to turn your head up towards him, now making eye contact you can see the intense lust swirling in his dark eyes.

“If I have ta’ tell you again, I will take you to the couch, put you over my knee and spank that tight ass until you’re cryin’ and beggin’ me to stop. Now, be a good little girl for me and nod your head if you understand.” Oh fuck. You're in for it now.

He lets go of your chin and you nod, letting him know you understand everything he just said.

“Go on then darlin’”.

You stare into his eyes, almost like your caught in his trance as you slowly let go of the towel, letting it pool on the floor by your feet. His eyes take you in slowly to admire your beautiful form.

"Atta girl".

Your nipples perk up after feeling the cool ac and you fight to keep your hands from covering yourself, knowing how much Billy hates that. As if he can read your mind, he tuts at you.

“Don’t even think about hiding yourself from me love”.

With that he bends down and wraps his lips around one of your perked up nipples while grabbing your ass, pulling you closer to him. You let out a soft moan at the contact. You can already feel yourself getting wet. He nibbles his way up to your neck and you throw your head back, giving him more access to mark you. You know that when Billy gets like this, you will be splattered in purple and blue love marks.

He continues kneading your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, occasionally pulling on them making you squeak from the pain you love so much.

"Had a shite day princess. Daddy just needsta feel you for a little bit, that alright?"

Your mind is already hazy and you barely comprehend what he just asked you. It isn't until he stops his ministrations and cradles your face in his large hands that you come back to yourself.

"Now if I recall I asked you a question love. So If you aren't gonna use your words I can stop righ..."

"No! Please don't stop Billy. Please I'll be good. I want you to use me baby please, just don't stop.

It's quiet for a beat. The anticipation of what he'll do next is making you crazy with want. You realize that this is what he wanted all along. He wanted you to beg, and you're too needy right now to care. As you watch him, you see his stony, hardened face melt away into that cocky smirk you love so much.

"Thas my girl".

Next thing you know you're being hauled off your feet and thrown over Billy's shoulder as he walks you back to your shared bed. You can't help but squeal and giggle, earning you a few harsh smacks to your ass. He reaches the bed and lays you down so your back is on the soft, clean sheets. You get up on your elbows and watch him as he undoes his pants but he stops and looks at your waiting form.

"This ain't gonna be gentle princess. I been needing this all day and now that I have you, I'm not lettin you go".

"You have me daddy, please."

He lets out a low groan at your words and begins to hurriedly shed his clothes. You can't help but admire his beautiful, thick body. Those strong arms that can easily lift you, his chest hair that you love to see popping out of his Hawiian shirts and finally, his swollen leaking cock that has brought you so much pleasure. His happy trail leading to a patch of hair that perfectly surrounds his hard, fat cock. The fat mushroom tip red and leaking pre-cum already. Normally, Billy has to prep you before you take him, but tonight you're throwing all caution to the wind. You need him in you now.

He gets up on the bed and hovers over you, bending down to give you a demanding kiss that you can barely keep up with. He prods at your lips with his tongue and you let him in, tangling your tongues together in a passionate kiss. He lowers his hand down to your slit and presses two fingers in easily, aided by your wetness. You open your mouth and let out a breathy sigh at contact.

"Fuck princess, you ready for me?"

"Mhhhm please daddy, please fuck me full of you.

He slowly retracts his hand from your cunt and brings some of your wetness to his cock. Fisting it slowly up and down, using your cream as lubrication. He lowers his body closer to you and begins to rub his cock up and down your pussy lips, hitting your clit with each glide. His cock already shining with the mix of his pre-cum and your leaking slick. He watches, jaw slack, and spits down onto where you are about to be joined together, adding to your already messy cunt. He grabs possessively on your hips and finally notches his cock lower and pushes into you in one harsh thrust.

You both release a combined moan as he enters you. Your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being filled by Billy. He doesn't give you a second to adjust before he's pulling out of your pussy with a low groan and then plunging back into you over and over again. You can't do anything but hold onto his broad shoulder for dear life as he splits you open. Billy grunts with each of his thrusts, drunk on the sight of your cunt wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck princess, take it. Just like that. God, been needin' this all fucking day. Everything was shite today but this sweet pussy is gonna make daddy feel so much better. You wanna make daddy feel better sweetheart? Huh? Wanna let daddy cum in this little pussy?

You can barely respond, too fucked out by the way Billy is destroying your cunt with his forceful thrusts. He grabs your hair with enough force to make you look up at him. "Oi, answer me little girl".

"Uhhuhh, yes daddy. Jus wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum".

Billy chuckles at your obedience, your answer making him speed up his thrusts. He can feel you tightening around him, signaling your oncoming orgasm. He looks at where you are connected and can see where your cum has left a white ring around the base of his cock and smearing onto his pubes.

"So fucking messy for me. So fucking wet. I wanna see you squirt all over my cock princess. Let's see just how messy my pretty baby can get. Touch that pretty little clit for me, I know you wanna cum so bad".

You reach down and start desperately circling your throbbing clit, your wetness making your movements easier. You could hear the squelching of your wet cunt every time Billy thrust his cock back into you. You suddenly feel one of Billy's big hands push down onto your pelvis, making you wail out as your pleasure intensifies.

"Ohhhh there she is. Come on love, lemme see it. Know you can make a big, big mess all over daddy's cock. Be my good girl and squirt all over me, then I'll cum all in this messy little pussy". His words finally push you into your intense orgasm, clear fluid spraying all over Billy's cock and stomach as his hips never stop moving. The pressure of it nearly pushing his cock out of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth hands open in a silent wail, tears of ecstasy falling from the corners of your eyes. Each time he thrusts back into you more splashes out onto the both of you and soaks the sheets beneath.

Billy watches you slack jawed and continues fucking you through your high, aware of how close he is himself.

"Shit, shit baby, gunna cum. Gunna cum so fucking hard. So fucking dirty for letting your old man use you. Ohhhhh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk". Billy groans and throws his head back as he fills your abused cunt with his cum. As he comes down from his high, he pulls his leaking cock from you, making you hiss at the loss of him. He lays down on the bed next to you, disregarding the soaked sheets, and pulls you into him.

"Did so good for me love". "Mmmhm". He leans over you and gives you a soft kiss as you both try to catch your breaths. You mindlessly run your hands through his chest hair, trying to ground the both of you after the euphoria you just experienced. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Billy softly speaks.

"I...I'm sorry about the plate princess.......And the pasta. You let out a little giggle and he groans at your teasing.

"It's ok baby. Next time skip throwing the dishware and just come fuck me instead".

[hobie-enthusiast]

hiii !! if it’s not too much trouble, could i request a comfort one-shot for hobes ? basically reader is at a pub watch one of hobies friends play, and there’s just too many people around and they start to have a panic attack, hobie pulls them to a quiet spot and helps them calm down. it’s okay if not, i’m just such a sucker for comfort things, especially w my bf, it’s ok if not tho !! hope ur having an amazing day/night :D

FIVE COLOURS !

— hobie brown x anxious!gn!reader

— comfort, panic attacks, implications of drinking, implications of injury, petnames, hobie being the best bf in the world, anxiety and mentions

— you truly thought you could make it, so you asked hobie to take you to a concert

— happily! this is based off my experience (i have anxiety with crowded public spaces), so apologies if it doesnt match what u had in mind 🫶

Hobie carefully led and maneuvered the two of you inside the pub, right by the stage. The lights were colourful shades of blue and purple as the band onstage set up. Hobie called out to one of them, prompting the singer to come over to him.

You look around the venue instead of listening to the conversation. Everyone seemed happily relaxed before the show started. More continued flowing in, greeting each other like old friends.

More.. and more people..

No. You told yourself and Hobie you would be fine tonight. You assured him that you wanted to go, wanted to support his friends and hang with them. This was something you wanted to do.

“Yea, ‘s my partner.” Hobie’s voice suddenly brings you back as he slings an arm around your waist. “[Name]. Brought ‘em out tonight t’ see th’ group.”

The friend turned to you, eyes lighting up. “Righ’, heard ya talking about them. Nice t’ meet you.”

You give a small wave before turning back to analyze your surroundings. Hobie glanced at you before dismissing his friend to finish setting up.

“Aye, we can go t’ the back if ya want.” He says once you face him again.

You quickly shake your head. “No. I said I could do this. We’re here to support your friend, don’t worry for me, okay?”

As much as Hobie wanted to protest, the lights started to flicker in the pub. He sighed and gave you a nod, yet never letting his hand off of your waist.

He wouldn’t tell you, but Hobie was very worried about you. He knew what your needs were; you were someone who needed personal space and hated when strangers touched you. It was something that spiked your anxiety, leading to pretty bad panic attacks.

Hence why he was so hesitant to bring you here. But he knows. He knows how guilty you feel about it. He knows that you feel like you owe him something.

So when you asked him to bring you tonight, he reluctantly agreed.

Before he could think further into it, the band finished setting up, announcing they were starting. The music began playing and everyone around followed; singing and dancing with each other.

Hobie smiled down on you, taking your hand and twirling you in a circle gently to the music. His friend wasn’t in a heavy punk band, but rather a more mellow rock type. Hobie thought it was perfect to take you to for your first time.

A laugh escapes your lips as you spin into him, his arms encircling your waist. “Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, loud enough so you can hear.

You nod as the two of you dance to the music together, smiles etched on your faces. You both were enjoying yourself, song after song, listening to the talented band.

At least, you were.

As the night went on, more people continued to shuffle in the pub. There was less room, and honestly you wouldn’t have noticed. But then a guy roughly shoved into you, causing you to trip right into Hobie.

He immediately sent a glare the guy’s way. “Aye, the hell’s wrong with ya?”

The man, clearly to have been drinking, responded with something about you being fine, but you couldn’t hear. You were suddenly becoming very aware of the amount of people, and how many were close to you.

Your eyes widen as you feel that all familiar feeling of the air leaving your lungs. You gasp, turning yourself to be able to reach Hobie’s hand, tugging at his fingers.

Hobie’s mind wants to immediately talk down whoever had the audacity to touch you like that. But his anger dissipated when he felt your hands tugging on his fingers and rings.

He requested that the two of you have some kind of non-verbal signal that your nerves were rising. Something he can use to easily identify the panic. And you both settled for tugging his hand, pulling in a one-two motion so he knows.

He knows you’re about to have a panic attack.

His hand immediately moves to shove the guy out of the way, tightening his hold around your waist. He quickly ushers you through the people to try and get to the door. It’s not practical, but he can’t get out otherwise.

The more people that touch you the more you spiral. It’s disgusting you. The way they all just slam into you makes you wanna scratch your arms till there’s nothing left. Just to get rid of their lingering touch you feel.

Finally Hobie makes it to the door, shoving it open and you out. You’re hyperventilating at this point, breathing erratic as you grasp onto Hobie’s vest with your free hand in tears.

Hobie leads you to the back alley behind the venue. “Shh, I know I know.. give me a second, please darlin’.”

Glancing around, he ensures the coast is clear before shooting up towards the roof of the next building, taking you both up there. He knew it was quieter than the back alley, perfect to try and help you best he can.

“Alright alright..” He whispers, keeping his tone quiet. “‘m ‘ere with ya, okay?”

Hobie’s words were there, but not quite there. You were off in your own world of panic, breathing heavy with jumbled thoughts. You instinctively fall to sit on the rooftop, hands harshly rubbing your arms to try and get the disgusting feeling away.

“No no.. aye..” Hobie speaks, taking a seat next to you and gently placing his hands on yours. “Can’t do that.. gonna hurt ‘urself ‘f ya do..” He pries them away from your arms to hold them.

You shake your head, more tears coming to your eyes. God you hated this. More importantly you hated how weak you were. Couldn’t go a single night without freaking out.

Hobie uses his hold to pull you forward, right into his lap. “Shh, ma’ch m’ breathin’.. ‘u’re safe, yeah? Safe up ‘ere.” He assures continuously.

“Aye, ‘member our game?” He whispers, hugging you close.

You’re too far out of it to form actually words right now, so you nod. Of course you remember. Accordingly he used it on anyone he helps, if they truly need it.

“Alrigh’ good.. I need ya t’ play with me.. name five things ya see, ‘kay?”

Your vision was oh so blurry, you couldn’t see anything. This made you panic more. You shook your head, sobbing into Hobie’s vest as you cried out.

He mentally slaps himself. “righ’, ‘m sorry.. ‘ow ‘bout we try..” He thinks for a minute, trying to figure out a way to ground you. “Give me.. five colours you see, ‘mm? Can ya do that, darlin’?”

Now that was more achievable. Blinking rapidly, you peek out from your closed eyes, forcing words to come out.

“Black..” You start, latching onto the colour of Hobie’s vest-jacket first. “Uhm.. B-blue? Wait no.. I..”

You feel yourself start to slip but Hobie is quick to catch you with his voice. “Stay wit’ me, mmkay..?” He whispers, hands moving to gently rub on your arms. “Three more, please sweethear’. ‘ur doin’ amazin’.”

Soon enough, you manage to get out three more colours, Hobie praising your efforts like there was no tomorrow. He moved on to the other senses; four things to hear, three things to feel, two things to smell, and finally one to taste.

The longer this went on, the better you felt. You managed to match Hobie’s breathing pattern before going back to your own. The blur in your eyes faded and you could start making out the thoughts going through your head.

“I’m so-”

“No.”

You glance up in confusion, yet sighing after. “Darling, please.. I-”

“Said no.” He responds, looking down at you with a gentle expression. “Never ‘pologize for ‘ur feelin’s. ‘m serious.”

This was the routine after each one; attempted apologies and stops, lots of quiet time, then eventually sleep. And you were both okay with that. After such an overwhelming situation it was exactly what you needed.

“We can go back in.. or you can and I can go home.” You compromise, looking down on the venue. “You shouldn’t miss out because of my stupid-”

Hobie shakes his head, again cutting you off. “‘s not stupid. And no. We’ll head out toge’er.” He assures you, standing and offering a hand to help you up.

You stare up at him for a minute before smiling. You take his hand and wrap yourself in a hug. He smiles and ruffles your hair before shooting a web, swinging back to your shared apartment. His eyes stay trained on where he swings, yet every now and then he takes peeks down to check on you.

Once you managed to make it back home, Hobie was insanely attentive to you. He told you to go shower (because everyone knows pubs and panic attacks don’t exactly leave you the cleanest). While you did that, he fixed up the room to suite your needs. He darkened it, grabbing comfortable blankets, cleaning it up, anything you need.

After you shower and settle down, he’s got you entrapped in his arms in bed, letting you lie to where your head can lie comfortably in his chest. Though the night didn’t go as he planned, he wouldn’t trade spending the end like this for anything else.

A selfish part of Hobie wishes that this part of you was non-existent. That the two of you could enjoy being out together without this ball of anxiety prodding at you. But Hobie knew that he had to help you through this. That this was hurting you more than him.

“Thank you, Hobes..” You whisper, planting a soft kiss to his jaw.

Yeah, thank-yous and kisses like that from you are his motivation to always protect you, even from yourself.

[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia Au (Part Three)

Mr.R

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, crying, eating of goldfish, mentions of 'stalking', just the boys being fluffy

Notes - IDK if I like this one, it's gone through a few re-writes, but I'm putting off other writting and my ADHD took that as a cue to get back on this instead, so I hope you enjoy!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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“Boss!” A loud voice boomed, Steve and Bucky both waking up with a start, their necks strained. “Boss!” The voice called again, though this time closer. “Boss!” 

“Wha’s going on?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up slightly. 

“I don’t know yet, Little Dove.” Bucky turned to them, Steve standing up to address whoever woke them. 

“Boss!” 

“Peter! Do not repeat yourself.” Steve said sternly as he opened the bedroom’s door, a weary Peter on the other side. “Have you ever heard of a phone call?” 

“I have.” He said timidly. “Which is why I called you twenty three times before barging in.” His words got more confident as he continued. 

“Right.” Steve sighed, his phone in his room, Bucky’s too. “Okay. Okay, what’s going on then?” Steve asked, his hands whipping down his face, trying to get rid of his tired expression.

“It’s about, about, you know.” Peter tried to keep the conversation light in front of Y/n. 

“No Pete, we don’t know.” Bucky chimed in, turning the corner, Y/n in hand. 

“It’s about R U M L O W.” He spelled the name out. 

“Oh! R U M L O W that’s how you spell our last name woop woop!” Y/n sang a little jingle and did a little shimmy, Bucky smiling at them, as Steve looked to Pete with anger in his eyes. 

“Very good little dove.” Bucky cooed, swinging their hand a little. 

“Why don’t we take this to an office?” Steve asked Peter, his arm gesturing for them to leave the room, Y/n frowning as she saw the two begin to leave. 

“Wai’ Steve!” Y/n called out unexpectedly. “Don’ wan’ you t’leave me!” They broke free of Bucky’s grasp, rushing to Steve instead. 

“We have to go talk business, My Dove.” He softly smiled, bending down slightly to give them a forehead kiss. 

“Righ’.” They frowned and let go of him, walking back to bed without another word. 

Bucky and Steve both watched confused, Y/n’s shoulders curled in slightly, yet no crying or protesting in sight. “We’ll meet you in my office, Pete.” Bucky cut in. “Close the door Steve.” He said as the boy walked away, the two men realized that something was definitely wrong. “Dove?” Bucky questioned, him and steve both standing in the archway, Y/n curled up in bed, a stuffie in hand. 

“Is th’ business over?” They asked hopefully, perking up slightly. 

“Not yet.” 

“‘kay, I promise I’ll wait really good.” Y/n nodded their head, curling up even tighter. 

“You don’t have to stay in bed, Dove.” Bucky shook his head, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him, something that seemed to happen too often. 

“Yes I do.” They said, confusion lacing their words. “‘Babies stay in bed while the big boys talk’” They recited in a monotone voice. 

“Buck, I can’t.” Steve whispered, unable to stay calm, Bucky nodding his head knowingly, taking control of the situation instead of it being a joint effort. 

“I didn’t think you would want to sit in a business meeting, Dovey.” Bucky admitted. “We don’t have any toys in our offices yet.” 

“I don’ wan’ toys, jus’ wan’ yous.” Y/n teared up. “‘m jus’ scared.” A sob broke through. “I don’ know the house, or anyone here, an’ I jus’ ‘m really scared, and I wan’ go home.” 

Steve couldn’t help himself, he climbed into Y/n’s bed and scooped them up sitting them in his lap, their head in his neck as tears fell down their cheeks, little hiccups could be heard. “You can’t go home, Little Dove, It’s not safe.” Steve said, his words soft and comforting. “Why don’t you sit with us in our meeting? And then after breakfast we can go to that little toy store you used to pass.” He offered, knowing that maybe adding some more of their past life into their day to day could help the sudden transition. 

“Really?” They pulled back, whipping their tears with their hands, hope splashed across their face. 

“Pinky promise.” Steve smiled, the two sealing the deal. “But let’s find you a sweater, it’s cold upstairs.” He stood up, Y/n in his arms. 

“‘Buck, I can’t’” Bucky teased under his breath as the two walked past him. 

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The sight was yet again one that the Mafia bosses usually wouldn’t have been found in before today, Y/n sat on Steve’s lap, green sippy cup in hand, Bucky next to them holding a bag of goldfish, handing a few to Y/n here and there, and sneaking a few for himself. “Hi Peter!” Y/n whispered, waving to the familiar face. 

“Hi.” He whispered back, already loving the addition to the group. 

“Pete.” Steve’s voice was loud, everyone in the room listening intently the moment he spoke. “What’s going on?” 

“Right, right.” Pete was fidgeting slightly, hating being the one to break the news. “Well, Mr.R was seen on the property’s cameras last night.” 

“What?” Bucky sat up straight, Y/n looking to him, worry in their eyes at his sudden moves, though the conversation was going straight over their head. 

“He was seen taking pictures of both the front, and back of the house.” Sam finally cut in, handing a few photos to Bucky, who showed them to Steve, the man’s hand covering Y/n’s eyes as he looked them over, Y/n’s giggle at least lightning the mood. “We’ve upped the security, both inside, and outside the house, plus there are extra men posted in our territory, we made sure to call anyone we could to keep.” He cleared his throat. “To keep the bird safe.” His words hiding the true meaning. ‘To keep your new found little, who was and is in need of a safe place to live, unharmed from their brother.’ 

“Thank you, Sam.” Steve nodded, knowing he was right to appoint Sam as head of security, his skills clearly proven to be efficient and helpful, even though they are the result of a hiccup. 

“I suggest you three go up to the lake house, no one knows where it is, you can let the bird settle in without a bunch of our men watching their every move.” Sam added, his words quiet knowing that the suggestion was the opposite of what Steve and Bucky wanted. Dove was supposed to be able to grow comfortable with them in their forever home, with the newly made bedroom, surrounded by every day life, and yet a bump in the road made all of those things almost impossible. 

“Thanks Sam.” Bucky said clearly agitated. 

“Anything else, Pete?” Steve asked, hoping to change the subject to something more hopeful, and to stop the insanely petty staring contest both Bucky and Sam were participating in. 

“Nope, nothing else.” Peter smiled, though he hoped to be allowed to go soon, the conversation stressful and boring. 

“Everyone’s dismissed.” Bucky said in return, a handful of goldfish outstretched to Y/n, them picking a few goldfish up, waving as everyone left the room. “How are you feeling, Little Dove?”

“‘m fine.” They answered, looking back and forth at the two men. “We go to the toys now?” 

Steve sighed, looking to Bucky before speaking. “We’ve got to eat breakfast now.” He convinced himself it wasn’t a lie, he was just withholding the truth a little. 

“We did!” Y/n giggled, holding their hand up to Steve, a few goldfish left. 

“Crackers aren’t breakfast!” Bucky said in a dramatically silly tone, Y/n placing their hand on his head as they nodded. 

“Yes, i’s breakfast!” 

“We’re going to have some waffles, Dove.” Steve interrupted, a smile plastered on his face at the image, two people he loved being silly with one another, something he would get to see for the rest of his life. 

“Wha’s a waffle?” They asked, puppy eyes out, mouth open in excitement. 

“It’s like a pancake with little walls for your syrup.” Bucky explained. 

“What’s a pancake then?” 

“Dove.” Steve said in a more authoritative tone, wishing the silliness away. 

“What?” They asked. “I don’, why’s you mad?” They asked, hands in their lap fumbling with their fingers. 

“Dove, look at me.” Bucky asked. “Have you ever had a pancake?” He spoke with a genuine tone, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’ in response. “Okay, that’s okay.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, his chest suddenly heavy, realizing that maybe his Dove really did think crackers were for breakfast. “I think you’ll really like them.” Bucky picked Y/n up from Steve’s arms. 

“I’ll be down in a second, I have some things I need to do.” Steve was clearly seething, about to do something regarding someone all three of them knew, Y/n all too well. 

“Don’t do anything rash, Steve, just take a few breaths.” Bucky tried to sooth him, rubbing circles on Y/n’s back to keep them calm too. 

“I should have been rash months ago, Buck, I can’t just sit here and pretend like this guy hasn’t ruined people's lives.” Steve was on his phone, no doubt calling in backup for whatever plan he had coming. 

“Does Steve’s rash hurt bad?” Y/n whispered to Bucky, him smiling at their words, reveling in the softness they exuded, and the pure kindness that radiated off of them. 

“It does, Dovey, but he’s going to fix it.” He walked out of the office, Y/n snuggling closer. 

“Good.” They whispered.

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #22: Waves (Free Day)

Following the Bel Canto’s show, Dane suggested a short walk to the neighboring beach instead of returning home. They were already half-dressed for the occasion after following the event’s theme, proving summer was still very much alive in its final few days of the turn. And she absolutely thrived.

Dane wore one of her classic sleeveless tops, the type she immediately fell in love with and had to own in every color. Her vibrant blue skirt was part of a swimsuit, applicable to the venue's dress code just this once. Joseni had on a pair of khaki shorts and matching button-up shirt she chose, a nautical pattern to fit in. He wouldn’t attempt a statement like hers by showing up in a swimsuit.

“It's still warm, isn’t it?” The sun had set just a few hours prior, enough time for the air to cool considerably. She held onto his arm with both hands as they walked, her usual gesture of public affection. But other than a few of the ward’s residents, they were alone. 

“Aye, i’s nice.” He looked down at her with a satisfied flick of his ears. Joseni knew how much she loved spending summers sprawled out on the star’s beaches, but his tolerance of the sun’s rays left much to be desired. She knew this, which is why it rarely became a suggestion for their outings. “Surprised y’ don’ come ‘ere more. Y’ miss th’ beach, righ’?”

Dane met his gaze and smiled, a shrug of her shoulders aimed at either comment. “I do miss it sometimes. The way you miss a memory that you’ve outgrown, even if it was a happy one.”

As they descended the final flight of steps and stood at the path’s end, she knelt down and removed her wedged sandals. He followed suit, grabbing both pairs by habit, and made his way to the water behind her. He dropped their belongings in the sand and stared at her back.

“Won’ lie, hearin’ y’ say y’ outgrew somethin’ y’ love soun’s concernin’.”

She made contact with the waves without hesitation. No matter how long it had been, she felt no need to test the waters; it was something she’d always be accustomed to. Something she knew. The reason had no weight. A child of the sea, turns of experience on fishing boats, or just the genuine love for its unpredictable swells. Any answer could be correct, even a combination of all three.

Dane turned to the shore, waiting patiently for Joseni to reach her. When he did, his arm found its place around her waist. He searched her eyes for an answer during their shared silence. Something about her had changed over this past turn, and that answer in particular concerned him.

The woman he loved so deeply had suffered over and over, subsequently forfeiting her own happiness in ways he fought to prevent. As understanding and easygoing as she seemed lately, it was just her way of letting things go before they took root in her heart. And he didn’t want this to be something else she lost.

She gave him a knowing smile and returned the embrace, her forehead pressed firmly against his chest.

“...I was happy, you know? I built that aquarium: Seaside Aquarium. And when I worked myself to the bone, on the docks, or on fishing boats, the ocean called to me. It still does sometimes, but it’s no longer part of my gravity. It’s… like an old friend.”

“I jus’... don’ wan’ y’ t’ give up on somethin’ again.” Joseni gently swept his fingers through her hair, an attempt to ground himself. He felt his breath growing short, the strong urge to fight back tears.

“..An’... I know i’s been ‘ard, but… I don’ wan’ m’ sun t’ lose ‘er light.”

A few long moments passed, leaving Dane at a loss for words. She didn’t expect such a heavy conversation, but things had been unraveling more lately. And if their shared path continued in this direction, reverting its course would become too difficult.

“...She won’t, Joseni.” Those words could simply be placeholders, a false sense of security. To delicately push aside the inevitable.

But when she looked up at him, he recognized the light in her eyes. It carried hope. A promise.

[bloodywickhead]

I need t do sumthin different today. I’m going t use a mix o 3 hot sauces t fry a grilled cheese. Le’s hope th profile image isn’t an omen, righ?

[astarab1aze]

I’m obsessed with you. When I wake up you are the first thought that comes to mind. When I go to bed your face is the last thing on in my mind before I fall into sleeps embrace. I play off how hopelessly I’ve fallen in hopes of avoiding looking like a fool, but it seems I just can’t help it with you. I’m absolutely falling for you with each passing day, Loux.

anonymously confess something to my muse, who cannot respond

"Ha! Rayi yo dwe ou. Really, from th' bottom o' m' cold fuckin' 'eart, 'm sorry." Ain't a lick of amusement on his face, only a calm, achingly false grin. He didn't know who this was, couldn't recognize any patterns. Too...clean. And besides, what idiot would fall in love with him? Were they a masochist, or were they missing that much of their frontal lobe? "Iffin I knew who ya were, maybe I'd 'ave somethin' differen t' say, buh I don', sos... I don'. 'ere's betta men out 'ere 'an me. Assumin' thissa genuine confession, I be genuine righ' back. Fair's fair. 'm sorry, darlin'. Tha's one helluvan affliction, 'cause it ain't peaches an' scream cheese wit me. Do yerself a favor an' fine someone who deserves t' be loved by ya. Ya'll ne'er be a fool fer fallin' in love, s'only natural, buh maybe don' fall fer fuckin' ass'oles like me, 'kay? 'Cause one day, I'll break yer 'eart. Issa fact. I'll break ya t' pieces an' ya'll wonder iffin I love ya fer real, an' I will, I will, buh it'll cost ya...an ain't no one deserves t' pay th' price fer bein' unlucky 'nough t' fall in love wit a piece o' shit like me."

[ferrumumbra]

Auri returns to his usual silence, his mind attempting to fathom together all possibilities and outcomes and he lay there, now rather worrying about what may lay ahead. He could only hope that all would work out well for the both of them, that his love's reputation would not be sullied by anything that could or could not come out about what happened. As Auri saw it, Stephan was far too important to the future of their damned home to risk its destruction.

"Aye-- but you took like t' protect people, t' do what y' needed to 't make sure th' ones y' loved survived. Y' took th' lies o' people tha' would have only taken yours if y' hadn't acted first." Auri rested himself just a smite closer, "...I took lives b'cause it gave me money n' it didn't matter if they were innocent or not. I knew it was wrong n' I still did it - - there's a huge difference."

"Y' know I believe in y', righ'---? N' everythin' y' doin'?"

He is silent for some time, listening but uncertain of how to address Auri's words. For all Auri has done Stephanivien does not believe the Auri is so far gone as his words imply, that someone can become like him and it will be the end of their humanity. No, Auri wasn't even who he once was - to be Auri was not a curse. Yet Stephanivien still knew what he meant, especially with his follow-up.

You aren't a killer...

"Am I not..?" he murmured finally, leaning his head back to stare upward at the dark ceiling. He wasn't incapable. Defense was still killing, and while it would not label him a murderer it was so adjacent where really was the difference? He took no pleasure in the kill, however with how his mind boiled and heart hammered he knew himself fully capable. Everyone was capable.

"We all have the capacity deep down, Auri. No, I should not sour how others look upon my House... but I do not want to leave the burden on you alone. We will find them together and deal with them however we see fit." His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Who knows? In that moment he would tear the perpetrator apart and he knew it, but in some time when they may actually find those responsible the rage may have simmered...

"There is more to you than just a cold-blooded killer, Auri. You are also not alone. I have taken life in the past; most of Ishgard has blood on their hands. Mayhap this city is rotten... Mayhap it is simply necessary."

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #17: Sally

(Note: A meeting long overdue; vague visions of the future.)

Shaaloani. The region’s scorching heat, invasive sands, and unique variants of cactuars reminded Dane of Thanalan. She didn't mind all that much. In fact, she found the conditions favorable; her skin carried proof of a sun's love with its natural glow and she took to the dunes like a desert catfish. But those weren't the only reasons for her excitement; she was eager to see the land her found family called home.

She browsed Hhusatahwi’s stalls and storefronts alone; the afternoon was hers while others made themselves busy. Dane took interest in everything, even the affectionately-named junk shops. Familiar wood carvings of animals, spangles in assorted metals, and mechanical parts she pretended to recognize. Despite her leisurely pace, she still had a few hours left after making the rounds.

And so, it was time for her backup plan. She left town and headed north, a route that seemed safe with constant traffic of merchants, hunters, commuters, and the occasional tumbleweed. At one point, she dropped her guard entirely and began reading a tome on the region’s population of animals. She hoped to see a coyote at least once during this trip.

“Lass?”

A man called out, pulling Dane from the chapter she had been studying. “Oh, sorry…” Her voice trailed off as she checked her pockets, then the dirt near her boots. She assumed she had dropped something. The Miqo'te stepped closer, holding his chin in thought.

“Yer, uh… tha’ lass, righ’? From th’ Shroud?” An odd thing to say, but also… eerily accurate. What gave it away? She'd hardly be judged as a native by her appearance. Suspicious. Dane stared, brows twisted and furrowed, failing to parse his question. A reaction that left nothing to the imagination. He started to laugh, ears wiggling under the fabric of his hat.

“Gods, tha’ look. Aye, yer th’ one.” He caught his breath and paused, unable to wipe the smile from his face. “...Suppose I didn' get yer name all them turns ago.”

He failed to elaborate still, leaving Dane to figure out what the hells the man rambled on about. She stared at him longer, hoping for an answer, and it finally came after recognizing the fishing rod protruding from his bag.

“...You can't be serious.” Dane breathed out.

“Three knots, lass. Not two.” And in his aged and wrinkled eyes, she saw the angler from those halcyon days.

[astarab1aze]

Not long ago, I would have laughed if anyone said I would fall in love like this, but now, I can’t deny it. You’re the love of my life. No one can compare to you. I wish I was half the man you are, but I know that will never happen. I was born a lesser man and will die a lesser man. I only hope you’ll allow me to stay by your side, even if I’m inadequate. Please don’t ever leave me. Please. It would destroy me. (Loux)

anonymously confess something to my muse, who cannot respond

He knew exactly who this was, and he knew now was his chance to say everything he ever needed to say when he couldn't look him in the eye.

"Baby, I ain't leavin' ya. Not fer anythin'. Fuck, yer th' only one I ever felt like I could walk away from all this fuckin' bullshit I got m'self wrapped up in wit. Yer th' only one I know fer a fact I really could fuckin' do it wit... Ain't nobody else. 'ere jus ain't nobody else like ya. Ya get me, ya make me feel like erry moment I still got's worth livin'. Fuck, cain't believe this shit, buh yer th' only one I'd bottom fer ferever too, an' I know tha' wouldn't mean fuck all t' anybody else buh you. Yer th' only who really undastands 'ow fuckin' physical I gotta be... I'unno 'ow t' use m' fuckin' words when it really counts. Feelin's are 'ard, an' fer a long fuckass time, thought I ain't really had none, 'en yer dumbass comes 'long an' I cain't fuckin function.

"Look a' me, ma cheri-- Ya see me. I ain't feel righ' when y'ain't 'round, when I ain't witcha. Fuckin' hate it when yer gone. Barely know who I am, buh you...you. Yer th' one. S'you. Ya make me choke th' fuck up. Yeah, ya do all 'is badass shit, buh when I ain't 'ere, or when y'ain't here, I jus... Nothin's righ'. Errythang's fuckin' wrong, I jus feel it in my fuckin' bones. I ain't s'posed t' be wit anyone; 'm a fuck up. Swear t' god, much as ya try t' hide, I jus know 've broken yer heart too...an' I'd kill m'self t' make it righ'. I'd do anythin', scout's honor, 'cause 'ere's somethin' boutcha. Somethin' ya do, somethin' ya got, somethin' y'are, somethin' somethin' somethin' - down t' th' way ya fuckin' smell, th' wrinkles ya leave in m' bedsheets when ya get up in th' mornin' t' take a piss-- Ya make me feel like I got somethin' in 'is ugly godsdamned world worth livin' fer tha' ain't...wha' I had 'fore ya.

"Feels like 'm goin' insane when 'm witcha, buh iffin t'ain't you... I needja a lot more 'an ya think. I know it seem like I got m' shit t'gether, buh th' truth is, I ain't. 'm jus as lost as you are. Los' sight o' I was really fightin' fer years ago; Jus got m'self buried so fuckin' deep, 'ere's no way back. I'll ne'er be th' man ya deserve. I'll ne'er be good 'nough fer you. All 'is power, an' 'm still an' ain't shit ass mofucka in th' end. Wish ya knew me, 'fore all 'is. Maybe ain't shit woulda changed, buh it'd be a much easier pill t' swallow if ya'd been wit me from th' start. I'da had you - an' you'da had me, wha'ever tha's worth.

"I...needja t' know y'ain't a lesser anythin'. Y'ain't half - yer double, fuckin' triple th' man I am. I got power, butchu got life. Ya got spirit. Ya don' mosy through life like a fuckin' zombie, slave t' any cause, slave t' no man. Ya live, an' ya live hard, an' ya gotta way bigger 'eart 'an ya think. Yer smart - babe, ya can work a fuckin' car an' drive. Wha' th' fuck is an 02 sensor? Serpentine belt? Ya think too highly o' me, an' not highly 'nough o' yerself...an' I really wish ya would, 'cause I ain't see some useless fuckin' dweeb. I see home. I see th' only person worth livin' fer. I see th' only man I wanna fuck any time, all th' time, 'cause I know ya'll know 'm jus tellin' ya I love you, tha' 'm tellin' all th' shit 'm too pussy t' say t' yer face. Yer perfect, stupid, amazin' fuckin' face...

"I love you. I don' wanna live in a world tha' ain't gotchu in it. Th' thought o' ya not bein' 'ere nex t' me makes me physically fuckin' ill."

[early20sfailingplenty]

This is inspired by a conversation @imbleedin-out and I had about hugging the brothers out of the blue and I’ve been feeling quite badly this evening so I wanted to write it out kskskskk I hope you all like this!!!! There’s plenty more fics in my drafts which I’m excited to write out and share with you. I only started writing for the Sinclairs two weeks ago and it’s just amazing how many of you have been reaching out with questions, requests and the like. Thank you for your patience while I work out the formatting issues; fics will only be posted once now!!!🌸✨💖

GN!reader, no coded language, “you” & Y/N used.

Walking up to the Sinclairs and hugging them out of the blue (comfort, fluff).

Word count for all three sets: 1, 170.

Sweetheart Lester🥺😭💖 // 318 words.

You had known that you weren’t feeling good this day, but you hadn’t expected for the very sight of Lester to cause you to want burst into tears. You were even more tender than you had first thought, your mind in a spin and your thoughts a hurricane which was threatening to destroy you from the inside. A lump built up in your throat. If your thoughts were a poison, then Lester was the antidote and, oh, how you needed him. 

Your heart ached at the sight of him. The mismatched colours of his outfit - which only he could pull off. No other in the world could wear what Lester did and look even half as good as he did. He was leaned up against his truck, his arms crossed as one of his boots scuffed at the dirt. Restless.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lester’s face threatened to split in half with how widely he smiled, and you felt your bottom lip wobble as you attempted to smile back at him. The softness in his brown eyes, the way the sun caught his hat and cast a darker shadow across his face, the way Lester was just there when you needed him to be... it was too much for you and you broke.

You threw yourself at Lester, trusting him to catch you. He did. He always did. His arms wrapped around you tightly, just as you began to cry, and Lester chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, now, shush,” Lester rubbed your back, his hand travelling up and down in solid, fluid motions, confident could he be when it came to taking care of you; his one and only. “Y’re all righ’, darlin’.” Lester shifted his weight, leant up against his truck was he, and he resolved to stay there until you pulled away from him or felt better. Whichever came first.

Nothing was more important to him than you were.

Bo and Vinny under the cut!!!

Pretty Bo😍💖 // 428 words.

Of all the Sinclairs, Bo was arguably the hardest one to create and then maintain a relationship with. It was one step forward, two steps back and a whole lot of patience. Every time you had thought in the past that you knew him, he had said or done something which went against the construct in your mind; a contradictory man could he be. Bo was not an easy man to get to know, to be involved with, to love. But nothing worth doing was easy, and you had always loved a challenge. 

It had taken a long time for the both of you to become comfortable in the carefully cultivated, delicately crafted relationship in which you found yourselves, and even after months of being together was it difficult sometimes for you to know how to interact with Bo. His mood could change in a second, a soft hug could turn into a tight grip with just a whisper, his wants could move from one end of the spectrum to the next with a single touch. You never knew from one moment to the next, unpredictable was he, but your current low mood was such that you were willing to risk it all just for a hug.

You made your way down to the garage slowly, your every step heavy. Weighed down were you by your own existence this day and completely craving a kind touch from Bo. What you would be met with, you knew not, but you were past the point of being able to care. You just wanted Bo and you wouldn’t stop or give up until you got him.

“Bo.” Your tone of voice caught his attention immediately and Bo looked up so fast that you thought you heard something crack. His eyes meeting yours made you lunge forward as you threw yourself at him. Bo caught you swiftly, grunting with the exertion but refusing to let go.

“What is the matter wit’ you?” Bo muttered, half curious, half worried. He held you tight and you shook your head as you wrapped your legs around his waist, curling into him all the way. “All right,” Bo chuckled, “S’pose I can take a break.” The humour in his tone matched not his tight grip, the slight tremble in his hands, the way he walked with you clinging to him further into the garage, shielding you from the outside world and from yourself.

You stayed there in his hold for as long as you wanted to; nothing and no one could harm you. You were safe.

Ethereal Vincent (Vinnyyyyyyyyy ~ 🥰🥺🌸💖) // 424 words.

Ambrose was a beautiful town, it was true. The illusion of it being a quiet but busy town was one easily maintained, and only someone who dared to look beneath the surface would very easily begin to see the decay which wracked the town. You had always loved exploring the town on your own terms, though sometimes one of the twins accompanied you; both to ensure that you didn’t try to run away, but also because they could spend some proper time with you and experience the town through your eyes. Vicarious experiences in Ambrose, a well loved and worn town, were very rare and the Sinclairs jumped on them. 

You loved the town, but Vincent’s basement was your number one favourite location. You could, would, and did spend hours there every single day, simply basking in your love’s presence. The scraping of his tools, the hissing of melting wax, his hands rubbing down appendages and the altogether tender sounds of Vincent lovingly crafting a sculpture was one of your most beloved sound combinations. The quiet rustling of his clothes as he moved, the roaring of the fire underneath the vat of wax, the soft snores Jonesy emitted from her place on the twin bed... it was absolute heaven and you could never get enough of being down there.

Vincent was a solitary man but he loved you being down there with him and he only turned you away when he felt that it was necessary. You spent time together separately, but on this day even being right beside Vincent wasn’t enough. You needed more. More of him, of his space, of his touch, his scent, his quiet rasps and gentle gestures. He treated you like glass, loathe was he to be rough with you even when you asked for it. You were amongst Vincent’s treasures, and he treated you as such.

Did you dare to interrupt him, working such as he was? No, you didn’t; he shared a temper with his brother, though its expression was quieter. It was just as deadly, however. Even so, with baited breath did you climb into his lap. Your arms looped around his neck and Vincent huffed in amusement; he knew you too well. His arms closed the distance and he pulled you tightly against him. His muse wanted his attention? He’d give you all of it and more... and so on, until you didn’t know what to do with yourself in the face of all of his love for you.

Vincent never did anything by halves.

[bullseye-stoddard]

"Oh, so it's kinda like a decathalon? Sorta?" Bullseye asked, trying to wrap his mind around what the Grand Prix could involve. He knew about human sporting events like the Olympics, but he still could not really wrap his mind around magic and how it could be done competitively. "Sorry, 'm jus'…always a li'l in th' dark when it comes t' magic. Despite bein' a Magick myself, I couldn't tell you nothin' 'bout other kinds. Th' fact that I don' even like t' fess up t' my own skills don' help none either." He held out his glass for Paul to refill it, thinking over what he was saying. He still could not grasp vampires wanting to do something like that, because as Paul said, participating meant exposing themselves. "I can even fathom that, an' I'm one o' 'em. I mean, I guess they had their reasons, an' it's great that they were able t' get somethin' like that started. But you know, I'm one o' th' weird ones that likes t' hide away. Plenty o' vampires are better at passin' through th' human world than I am, so I can only guess they saw beyond th' risks t' themselves an' looked at the benefits t' others instead." He took a sip of his drink, then said softly, "Wish I could be that brave." Bullseye was glad to hear that he was not the only person who did not know Lightning. So he probably was not the only one in town who had given him a blank stare when he announced who he was. "Ah, that 'splains a lot. Glad t' know I'm not th' only one outta th' loop. I guess it's a lot smaller o' a loop than I thought! But I gotta say, I can understand a li'l bit o' how hard it is t' get outta your comfort zone. I mean, I came from th' opposite end, wit' no one knowin' me an' me havin' t' adjust t' bein' out among people ag'in. But I can see how th' opposite would be hard too. Least I wasn't th' only one burstin' his bubble!" He chuckled at Paul's assessment, again willing to give Lightning a little benefit of the doubt. "We were all stupid an' young once. In my case, I'm still kinda both, though th' latter's mostly in th' looks department. But I ain't nearly as worldly as I should be after almost two centuries, so maybe I'm still more young than I really wanna let on." Things were hard back in Bullseye's youth, and the crux of the matter was that if he had not come across Pete and the Round Up gang, he might well have starved to death, since no one else had taken pity on him. "Yeah, they do mostly get that part righ' in th' movies. It was tough back then, an' when it was hard t' make a decent, law-abidin' livin', it prob'ly always seemed easier t' break th' law. But like I said, for me, it was more about findin' a place t' belong, even if that wasn't th' best place t' be." Paul's compliments would surely have made Bullseye blush if he was capable of doing so. As it was, he murmured, "Aw shucks," and stared down at his glass for a bit. Then, after taking another sip, he looked back up and said, "That's awful nice o' you, Paul, an' I'm glad you think so highly o' me. I'm tryin' t' be all that, an' I hope I'm doin' good. It's jus' hard for me t' see past my, er, other side. But I'm sure glad you can." Smiling, he continued, "I never 'spected t' meet someone like you, who wouldn't give me th' cold shoulder after findin' out what I am. You're one o' th' kindest, most helpful an' most patient people I've ever met period, an' bein' as I been 'round a darn long time, that's sayin' somethin." Raising his glass, he added, "Thanks so much for thinkin' so well o' me, an' thanks for bein' a wonderful friend yourself."

@doc-hudson

"Myeah" Paul nodded as he aired his drink a little, never minding that it didn't really needed it "'t's difficult to explain, really, you'd have to see a 'race' to fully get it. 's not only 'bout speed, but also 'bout agility 'n general and creativity to navigate obstacles -hell, Battle Specialty Sorcerers also do pretty well when they join"

He then took a sip of his whiskey, then moved towards the almost forgotten bottle in order to refill both his glass and Bullseye's.

"I feel like we owe them big time" he said, with a shrug "Those Vampires, I mean; I know the relationship you guys and the rest of the Magicks have 's pretty complicated-"

(Not unlike with the wolves).

"-and that Radiator Springs has a couple o' things to say 'bout their choices-" Doc added with a joking tone mostly to diminish the impact of it and maybe help Bullseye forget about the less-than-pleasant part of the story "-but I find it...I dunno, heartwarmin', in a way? That they spent so much of their time, money and effort helpin' a specially niche sport become bigger, specially when participatin' there would...you know, force a Vampire to expose themselves 'n a way, due to the rules"

It was...complicated. There wasn't much privacy there: people knew that if you participated on the Magick Grand Prix, you had to be a Magick and...well, one had to disclose what kind of Magick they were, which was easier for some of them: for those that were 'benign' Magicks or more common ones-

-even there, where different natures were celebrated, there were still a bit of taboos. It was rather ironic, and sad.

But things were changing, little by little, and the fact that Vampires had helped bring the sport to were it was today, helped a little.

'But in all fairness, most people prob'ly would know him. He jus' happened t' get stuck wit' th' one guy who's been under a proverbial rock for a hundred years.'

Paul laughed at that, shaking his head 'no' in return.

"Nah, 's okay. Again, we're part of a very niche sport an' the kid has a bit of an ego"

He paused.

"Had" he corrected "He's well-known 'n some circles, specially 'round California, but he's spent so much there that I guess he forgot what it was like outside o' 'em. That's why he had a hard time adaptin' to bein' a somewhat-average-Joe again; Again, 'm sorry he didn't give you a glowin' first impression he's just...a little bit stupid and young"

And he couldn't help but laugh at that part because...well, in a way, he was, too, compared to Bullseye: young.

(Also, a little bit stupid, he guessed, since wisdom came along with age most of the time).

Again, It was easy to forget about...well, that, about the age difference between them when they were ironically physically inverted and...well, it was an exercise in suspension of disbelief, too: for everything Paul knew about the wild west had been formed by books and movies (and the occasional comic book, sure), and as such felt like too far away of a time, felt unreal to him.

But it had been real to Bullseye: and his stories reminded Doc of that, and that things weren't always black and white; Things weren't about good and bad guys, and sometimes those classifications overlapped and didn't make the other worse or better because of it.

"Things were hard" he nodded "I get it: A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do an' sometimes that takes us places we probably wouldn't have gone to otherwise"

Bullseye being a former bandit was still a surprise, but Paul could accept it -probably because of how far away that part of his story was to the current day, and that the man admitted to being there along for the ride as opposed to really having his heart into it.

"You're probably one of the nicest people I know, Bullseye" he said, after taking yet another sip of his drink "and definitely the nicest old-timey bandit I've ever met"

That last part was, of course, said mostly in jest.

"I don't really care what you did before, nothin' 's changin' what I think and feel 'bout you: and that's that you're one of the kindest, most helpful, most patient people 'round here"

He smiled and uncharacteristically soft smile, as he looked at the other man.

"An' wonderful friend to have"

@bullseye-stoddard

[magicalexpertkoala]

So first of all I would like to talk about Steve and Nancy relationship, since I felt happy they finally adressed it, because it was left unfinished in season 2. Don't get me wrong I love Jonathan Nancy as well, but both relationships gave us different sides of Nancy's character. In season 1 we saw how Nancy and Steve were head over heels for echother, even though Jonathan was a more reasonable choice for Nancy. Because back than Nancy wasn't a popular girl at all she was in a way a geek. She knew what she wanted and put all her efforts in it. While Steve was a popular guy, but him and Nancy didn't seem to have future together, because it was hinted he didn't put much effort in his studies and later we saw he couldn't get into college. On the other hand Jonathan was labeled as a freak but was on Nancy's intellectual level with similar goals in life. But still Nancy and Steve were in love and showed it constantly to other people while they pointed out how they were both acting out of character. Nancy was rebelling being crazy, going behind her parents backs, while Steve was constantly defending Nancy in front of his friends. But Barbara's disappearance and death put a big strain on the relationship. Can we say either was at fault for break up? Yes and no. We can say it was mostly Steve's immaturity, as well as Nancy's lack of understanding for Steve's feelings and position about Barbara's death. Nancy felt immense guilt over making Barbara lie about where they were going as well as Barbara's last words to her about Nancy not being herself. Also Nancy was the first one that understood something weird happened to Barbara, but didn't get any support from Steve and other people. Still it was stupid and shallow from them, but we can't blame them for it either because as it was said Hawkins was a safe town back then and they didn't know Barbara well to understand how weird her disappearance was. And in beginning on season 2 this hit Nancy and Steve the most it wasn't that they were less in love than before, but they couldn't understand echothers feelings towards the same thing and Nancy found comfort in Jonathan's understanding. Steve couldn't feel same guilt as Nancy because he didn't know Barbara well and when she disappeared and died he was completely unaware of abnormal things happening around them. He couldn't feel guilty over something he didn't know when it happened since he only understood things at the end of the season. That's where Jonathan got in between. He was struggling between staying strong and wanting his mom to be right about Will not being dead. He knew his mom was sounding crazy, but he still had hope she wasn't and hearing Nancy saw the same thing as Joyce made him believe she wasn't crazy. This also gave comfort and understanding to Nancy because she knew she sounded crazy and couldn't tell Steve and others and Jonathan's instant belief in her words gave her reassurance she wasn't crazy at all. Back than they had similar goal and wanted to help echother. And in season 2 this continued, but Jonathan was lucky he got Will back while Nancy was feeling guilt over Barbara's death and was trying to find closure on it, in which Jonathan definitely helped immensely. Now Jonathan and Nancy had completely different problem than Steve and Nancy. Since Steve and Nancy grew up with families with privileges while Jonathan didn't. He was struggling to help his mom and season 3 and 4 touched upon it. Best example was season 3 fight between Jonathan and Nancy. Again neither was righ or wrong it was lack of understanding for echothers positions. Nancy didn't see a job as a job because for her it was jus an opportunity to show she can be a good journalist despite being a woman. And her loosing it didn't affect ger because she had her parents to provide for her, so she strived to prove her story without carrying for consequences. On the other hand Jonathan needed a job so while he was treated a bit better than Nancy and saw how they treated her, he was ready to swallow few things so he could help his mom in any way posible, for him a job was a job and he was constantly pulled between believing in Nancy's story and his need for money. Still he did help Nancy from the beginning and gave her understanding to some extent. Now in session 4 their relationship went through a big test. Long distance put a strain on it as well as Jonathan's not willingness to admit how much Joyce was struggling to Nancy just so she could get to college of her dreams while he was having a hard time deciding between staying close his mom with 2 teenagers alone to help her, and his relationship with Nancy as well as better college for future. And this season we saw that Nancy found understanding and comfort with Steve because Jonathan wasn't around, while Steve matured a lot and now they equally understood situation they were in because it wasn't a first time for either of them as well as they equally cared for all people in the group. She showed that she liked he was good at taking care of the kids despite constantly complaining about babysitting them. Now I don't know which of the two will be the ending one because both still have a chance in season 5. It's posible that Nancy and Steve get back together, but also Jonathan will be next to Nancy again and since Hopper is back it wouldn't be hard for him to decide to go with Nancy to college since Joyce wouldn't be left alone anymore. Both relationships gave us two different kinds of love Steve Nancy was fast and crazy falling in love while Jonathan Nancy was slow one full of understanding and comfort. Still if they give me proper closure on both relationships I will be happy with either one of them. 

[fangirlovestuff]

Holding On - Andy Barber x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! i’m so happy i’m kicking the new year off with the loml andy barber aka if ‘husband material’ was a human. this is my entry for the Merry Hoemas Challenge, hosted by the absolutely amazing @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline. i know this is the last day, i’m sorry it’s so late but i hope you enjoy!<3

Summary: this year, christmas isn’t what it used to be. the story of you and andy through christmas, and the soft epilouge (angst with a happy ending because i’m mushy)

Prompts: sad memories of christmas past & new year countdown kiss

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none that i’ve seen:)

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For the first time in five years, you were spending Christmas alone.

Well, you weren't really alone. You were with your coworkers at a lame office holiday party. And you've done that before, but not without –

Point is, for the first time in five years, you were spending Christmas lonely.

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five years ago

"So, what do you wanna do for Christmas?" you asked as Andy, your boyfriend of three months, sat down on the couch next to you. You were in the middle of a movie night, and he went to bring more popcorn, putting it halfway between your lap and his before wrapping his arm around you.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't really… done Christmas in a while," he shrugged.

You gasped. "You can't just shrug something like that off! We have to do something big for Christmas now!" you exclaimed before reaching for your phone and typing away hastily.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled.

You just typed a number into your phone and dialed, and put your finger to your mouth shushing Andy. The person on the other side of the line picked up and you spoke.

"Hey, I was wondering what's the biggest Christmas tree you guys have available at the moment."

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four years ago

"Open it!" you said with a grin, waiting to see Andy's reaction to the gift you got him.

"Alright, alright, I'm opening it," he chuckled before tearing the wrapping paper, revealing a super fancy pen and a mug with the 'words cannot espresso how much you mean to me' printed on the side of it. Clutching the mug in his large hand, Andy let out a hearty laugh.

"Do you like it?" you grinned. You tried to be lighthearted, but honestly, Andy Barber was a difficult man to shop for. Your first Christmas together you could get away with the standard shirt or cologne, but now you wanted it to be a little more personal, and you hoped you'd succeeded.

"I love it," he smiled. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he brought you close and kissed your temple, prompting your grin to become larger, more sincere.

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three years ago

"Are you sure you won't be back home in time?" you pouted.

"Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure, sweetheart," Andy sighed over the phone. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said, "I know work is important. You'll just unwrap your presents a little later."

"The greatest present I could get is you," you heard the smile in his voice.

"Exactly," you smirked.

It took him a couple of seconds to realize what you were saying before chuckling. You had the mental image of him shaking his head slightly. You wished so bad he was here so you could actually see it.

"I'll see you soon honey, I gotta go," he said.

"See you soon, love you," you said, and he returned it before hanging up the phone.

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep. It was Christmas eve, and Andy wasn't here, and the thought sent a pang of sadness through your chest.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the house door opening. Shaking off your thoughts, you tensed up, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and you jumped up, ready to bolt to the bathroom and lock yourself in there before hearing a familiar deep voice call out your name.

"Andy?" you said, disbelieving, before truly registering the man in front of you. "Andy!" you laughed in relief as you came and hugged him tightly. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I wanted to surprise you in the morning," he admitted a tad bashfully.

"Well, that was a surprise if I've ever seen one," you chuckled, "you nearly gave me a heart attack back there."

"I'm sorry," he grimaced.

"It's alright," you giggled, "you're home."

"Merry Christmas honey," he whispered as he buried his head into your neck.

"Merry Christmas Andy."'

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two years ago

"Honey, I'm home" Andy called out to you in an amused tone as he came in through the door.

"I'm in the kitchen," you called out, a grin on your face at his cheesy words.

You heard the shuffling of him taking off his shoes and hanging his coat before the padding of his footsteps, heading in your direction.

"Merry Christmas," he said as he entered the kitchen, immediately coming to wrap his arms around you and peek around your shoulder at the cookies you were making.

"It's not even Christmas eve yet," you laughed as you tilted your head back to kiss his cheek.

"A few hours don't really matter," he smiled and you scrunched up your nose just to make that smile turn into a hearty laugh.

You loved it when he laughed. You did your best to make him laugh as often as possible.

"Maybe you're right," you admitted with a smile. "Merry Christmas."

He opened his mouth expectantly, but you just tapped his chin with a smile, gesturing for him to close it. "These aren't ready yet." After a short pause you continued, "But of course, a few hours don't matter, right? If you want you can have some uncooked eggs right now, but I don't know if that's how I would wanna spend my Christmas," you smirked up at him.

"Touché," he chuckled before removing his arms from around your waist. "I'm gonna go get the decorations out of the attic so we can decorate, so just yell if you need anything, alright?"

"Yes sir," you mock saluted him and you both laughed softly.

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one year ago

"We're stuck," you let Andy know as you plopped onto the bed with a sigh.

"They don't have any more flights?" Andy asked, his brows furrowed.

"They said all of the are canceled because of the storm," you buried your face into the pillow, which muffled your next words, "And they said to further contact them for financial compensation."

"I'm sorry sweetheart," you felt the bed dip next to you as Andy sat down and started rubbing your back.

"I'm sorry," you flipped so you were laying on your back, facing him, "I know we planned on having Christmas at home this year, and now we're gonna spend it in this hotel far away."

"I don't mind," he shook his head before leaning down to envelop you in a hug and pulled you back up with him. "You're my home. I don't need anything else."

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present

"Champagne?" your coworker offered you a glass full of the bright beverage.

"No, thank you," you shook your head. "You know what? I think I forgot something at my desk upstairs, I'm just gonna run up there real quick," you excused yourself.

At this point, you were contemplating just leaving altogether, but you knew that wouldn't be the polite thing to do. Besides, sitting at home thinking about how you haven't seen Andy in months would be way more depressing. It's boring here, but at least you were somewhat distracted from the memories plaguing your mind.

Instead, you actually went up to your office. You started rummaging through some papers, pretending to be working. Then, you thought about clearing out your drawers, if you were already here. No one would notice if you were gone for a little while longer.

You started taking out papers and sorting them, throwing some away. The pile was getting slimmer and slimmer, until you saw something that made your breath hitch.

It was a photo of you and Andy, on the beach from a year ago. You both had such happy smiles on your faces in the picture, and you couldn't help letting a stray tear escape your eye.

When you heard footsteps approaching, you quickly wiped the tear from your cheek, putting the photograph away before turning around in your chair, "Sorry, I'll be righ-"

"Hi."

In front of you was Andy. To a stranger, he would look in tip-top shape, his suit and tie neatly arranged. But you were able to see the frantic look in his eyes, the twitch of his jaw, the way he rubbed his hand on his beard.

"Andy? What's going on?" you got up and got closer to him, standing in front of him and tilting your head up slightly to meet his gaze.

"I… look, I know we left things badly, and I know this might be a bad time. But I just… I couldn't spend Christmas without you," his voice cracked slightly. "I don't even know if you're dating anyone else already, but I just… I miss you, so much. If I didn't say it I'd go crazy," he chuckled.

"I miss you too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm not… seeing anyone else either."

"Then will you… give me another chance? I'm sorry for what I did, for what I said. I haven't stopped playing it over and over in my mind, and I just… if you'll have me, I'd like to fix things. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't try."

"Okay," you nodded, "A chance. I can do that."

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one year later

"Three… two… one… happy new year!" everyone yelled in unison and lifted their glasses in a toast. Andy smiled before pulling you in for a searing kiss, swaying slightly as your lips moved against each other.

"Happy new year Andy," you said against his lips when you parted.

"Happy new year sweetheart," he smiled.

You toasted your glasses against each other, and you smiled at the twinkle of the ring on your finger. It wasn't extremely new, it had been a few weeks already, but whenever you had it on it made you giddy.

It showed, among other things, that Andy wasn't going to give you up ever again. He told you that himself when he proposed.

And god knows you'd never give up the love of your life.

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[darkestxdreams]

He had not been sure what sort of reaction to expect from Tari. Her surprise was evident in her face, and he did not blame her. Rance had done a lousy job of expressing himself so far, thus he had given her no warning as to what was going on in his mind. But it did not seem like she was upset, so he hoped that meant he had finally done the right thing. "Great. We can talk 'bout th' time an' place later if you want. Though there ain't 'zactly a lotta options 'round here." Squeezing her hand a bit, he said gently, "I wanna do righ' by you, Tari. I wanna make up for bein' such a fool. I wanna show you jus' how important you are t' me…how much I care 'bout you."

She turned her head towards him when he took her hand. It wasn't a gesture she was use to from him unless he was helping her with something. Her brow creased as she tried to make sense of what he was saying to her. Then there it was. A simple ask and yet...

Tari was so stunned with what had happened that she didn't quite know how to answer. Her lips parted like she might speak but only silence reigned. She'd never gone on a date before. Would he mind? It seems like something someone might mind. "Okay." She breathed, not sure what else to say. What was she suppose to say? She had resigned herself to having unrequited feelings. She had been working on moving past them for weeks and now it seemed out of no where there was this.

[skylights2000]

We NEED more wlw DR stuff so... "You're perfect to me" Mikan Tsumiki x fem!reader from the prompt list?

That girl owns my whole heart I just wanna give her my jackets and kisses.

Also your writing makes me very very happy ♡♡

Thank you so much (For the compliment and your request)!

I’d be happy to write that, so here we go! 💜

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Fluff Prompt #10: “You’re perfect to me.”

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Hiyoko was..challenging, to say the least. The girl looked more like she was eight than eighteen, but she had the mouth of a dumpster. Every word out of her mouth was filthy and laced with venom. You really tried not to let it bother you, but when it came to Mikan, you’d had enough.

Gundham and Kazuichi had just announced that they were together, and everyone was happily congratulating them.

“I-I don’t know if I de-deserve to s-say anything but co-congratulations..”

“No one wants to be congratulated by you dumpster pig.”

Mikan squeaked helplessly, tears filling her eyes, and you felt anger boil in your veins. You’d had enough of this.

You stepped in front of Mikan, arms crossed over your chest as you glared down at the pigtailed terror. “Knock it off, Hiyoko.”

“Ooh, are you pissed that I messed with your little girlfriend?” Hiyoko jeered mockingly.

You clenched your hands around your forearms, trying to fight the urge to punch the little monster.

“Nothing to say? Hah, you’re just as pathetic as that pig!”

You grabbed Hiyoko by the color of her kimono and lifted her off the ground until you were looking her in the eye. “What about you, huh? You whine and complain and act like a bitch because you can’t handle any kind of criticism. You’re a narcissistic brat, and you’re about as mature as you are tall.” You dropped her, not caring when she landed flat on her ass.

You grabbed Mikan’s hand, offered Kazuichi and Gundham one last ‘Congratulations’, and dipped out of the hotel restaurant.

Your body moved on autopilot, and you didn’t stop until you felt water at your feet. You looked around and realized you’d dragged Mikan all the way to the beach.

You finally let go of her hand and turned to her. She was staring silently at you, eyes wide as saucers and mouth hanging open. “Wh-Why d-did yo-“

“Because you deserve better than that.”

Mikan looked away from you. “I-I really d-don’t! Sh-She’s righ-!”

“No she’s not. She couldn’t be more wrong.”

Mikan was shaking, like she’d never been complimented in her entire life. You slid your jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“You’re perfect to me, Mikan. Just the way you are.”

“I-I..” You were surprised when she launched herself at you, wrapping her arms around your waist and sobbing into your shoulder. “Th-Thank y-you so m-much!” She repeated over and over. You just smiled and pulled her against your chest, stroking her hair as she cried. You rocked her slightly, humming a soft tune to her while she cried.

You would be here for as long as she needed, and when she needed to cry again, you hoped she’d come to you.