#i will say that i had so much fun drawing the hands

[moonstruckme]

love of my life, queen of all things smut and marauders..........I have a request if you don't mind 😈 I was thinking of this with Sirius, but it could truly be whoever you think fits. But what do you think of a fic where reader x Sirius have sex for the first time (FWB, relationship, whatever fits the vibe), and Sirius finishes and moves his attention to reader who goes "oh it's alright, I've never been successful at that part of sex before...." & then it becomes this fun challenge for Sirius who spends the rest of the evening finding out what works for her until he finally gets her off 😃 xoxoxoxooxoxoxo

Thanks for the request and for weathering the long wait gorgeous Elle <3

cw: smut mdni, reader is afab and has trouble with orgasming

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

“Fuck.” Sirius’ forehead crashes into yours, his breath hot on your lips. “Are you close?” 

“You should come.” Your voice is tight, strained, though not nearly so much as his. 

“Not before you.” 

“Please, Sirius.” You both moan as he thrusts deeper inside you, your legs squeezing tight around his middle. “Please, I want you to.” 

“I don’t—shit.” 

His brow tenses along with the rest of him as he spills into you. You feel the condom fill up with a heady satisfaction. You run your hands up his back soothingly, until he relaxes into you. 

“Fuck, gorgeous.” Sirius tilts his face to kiss at the slope of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would…you just feel too good, have you gotten that complaint before?”

You laugh. “It’s not usually a complaint.” 

“No, but in this case…” He tuts, picking his head up to look at you. You expect to be self-conscious—it’s your first time seeing each other like this, and part of you is still fighting the urge to cover up and preserve your modesty—but the heavy drag of his gaze only makes you feel admired. “Well, anyways, sorry. How close are you?” 

“Oh, it’s okay.” You smile at him. Your finger traces the line of a tattoo on his bicep. “Don’t worry about it. I had fun.” 

Sirius blinks, and then his brows come down. “Hold on, that’s not fair. I want to get you off.” 

“Sirius, it’s really fine. I’m not…” You hesitate. You and Sirius have been friends for a while; it’s not as though you haven’t shared secrets before. And given what you’ve just shared with each other, you shouldn’t probably be embarrassed, but… “I haven’t exactly been…successful at that part of sex before.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as though he doesn’t quite understand what you mean. 

“I haven’t come,” you clarify. 

His eyes widen, lips parting. It’s horrendously attractive, worse with him still inside you. “You haven’t?” 

You shake your head. 

“Not ever?” 

You shake your head again. 

“Not even by yourself?” 

“Let’s just assume the answer to all of these questions is going to be no.” He shifts in you slightly, and you squirm. “Can you…?” 

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Sirius pulls out of you, looking somewhat awed. “So, forgive me, but what exactly are you getting out of this if you don’t expect to come?” 

You give him a droll look. “I guess I’m just a giver.” 

It’s more true than you let on. You enjoyed yourself more than you expected just now, watching Sirius come, knowing it was the sight of you and the feel of your flesh under his hands that did it. You hope he lets you do it again.

“I don’t have to come to have good sex,” you say in a more genuine tone. “It’s still fun for me.” 

“Right. Right, yeah, but—” 

“Listen, I’m only telling you so you don’t take it personally. It’s not a you thing, it’s just…” You gesture helplessly. “I’m not sure I can.” 

Sirius looks indignant. “I’m sure you can.” 

“I haven’t found any proof.” 

“Well, it’s—there’s a first time for everybody, doll. Can I try?” 

You sit up, drawing your legs closer and forcing him to sit back. “I told you, it’s not you.” 

“It could be me, though.” He grins roguishly. 

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Don’t make this a pride thing.” 

“I’m not. I’m not, babe.” Sirius scoots towards you. He looks at you, sincere. “But it could be any number of factors, you know? Maybe you just haven’t tried the right thing, or there’s a lubrication issue, or something. It would be fun to try.” 

You rub your lips together. “It’d probably be a waste of time. And I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.” 

“I won’t be,” he promises. He crawls toward you on the bed, taking your ankle in hand to tug you closer. Your heart riots at the sight. “Let’s waste some time, gorgeous. I’ve got nothing else to do tonight. And you said you have fun even if you don’t finish, right?” 

“Right,” you admit. 

Sirius grins, flashing canines. “Lay back, then. Let me play with you a while.” 

It doesn’t take long to figure out that lubrication is not the issue. Between Sirius’ hands and his mouth, you’re spilled like warm honey across his sheets in minutes. He bites marks into your thighs, goes from gentle to masochistic to gentle again with his hands on your breasts, curls his fingers inside you so that you make sounds you don’t recognize. All the while, he calls you sweet names rolled up in taunts, making your cheeks burn and your body seem to give up any will of its own. It begins to feel cruel; the combination of who Sirius is and what he can do to you.

But it’s when he uses his tongue that you start to tremble. 

Your hand clamps blindly down on his shoulder, caught between keeping him close and pushing him away. Sirius’ hum, heavy with smugness and intrigue, is a vibration like you’ve never felt before. He takes your clit into his mouth. 

It’s altogether too much and not enough. You shift your hips, gasping, but after a while your breaths even into a steadier pant. You start to adjust to this new pleasure. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you’re safe, Sirius slips his wicked fingers into your entrance again. 

“There you are.” His voice thrums with satisfaction as he kisses your clit. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. So patient.” 

“Sirius, I—”

“What?” 

“I feel—” 

“What, pretty girl?” 

“Sirius.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” He nibbles ever so gently at your clit, making you jolt away from him. Your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re just so much fun when you’re worked up like this, I can’t help myself.” 

He curls his fingers into that torturous spot along your inner wall, and what you want isn’t more sensation, but you can no longer find the words to tell him so. You dig your nails into Sirius’ shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling on the precipice of something great and terrible. Some kind of wreckage. 

“You’re okay, doll,” Sirius soothes. “You’re just fine. You like this, don’t you? Don’t you want to come?” 

With his low, sweet question, you do. You wreck like a ship against the shoreline. Splintering, screaming, crashing and drowning. Sirius laughs like the enemy vessel as you do.

It’s some time later when the stars clear from behind your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.” 

“Mhm. That’s usually how it goes.” Sirius is all tenderness now. He kisses up your sweaty, overworked abdomen until he reaches your collarbone, where he nibbles rewardingly. “Good job, sweetness. And good job me, if I do say so myself.” 

You open your eyes to peek at him through your lashes. “Aren’t I supposed to say so?” 

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chin. “Fairly sure you just did. I wouldn’t have guessed you had sounds like that in you.” 

“Me neither,” you admit. 

“Well, now I’ve got something new to work towards, I suppose.” 

“Sirius,” you sigh. “That was the first time I’ve ever come, and it took nearly an hour. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that again.” 

“Oh, such a defeatist.” Sirius cups your face in his hands, thumbs moving sweetly down your cheeks as he presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I meant getting those sounds out of you again. But don’t worry, gorgeous, we’ll manage both.”

[rvmanoffbarnes]

I love you, I'm sorry || Bucky Barnes x reader! au)

Summary: James loved his wife, his son, and the life he had. However, lately he begins to remember his days as a sought-after bachelor in the past and all the opportunities and experiences he wasted.

One night, a magical being appears to him, who offers him to fulfill a wish, which will change his life completely.

Author's note: So i had this idea for a long time ago and i thought it'll be fun to see where this is going. This is some kind of au, where reader and Bucky are married. The magic being is Doctor Strange.

P.S: I love Bucky, and i know he will never do this 💌

《tags: angst, Bucky being a jerk, fluff, married life, arguments, curse words, a character that decide to step in 👀》

Bucky was tired.

He didn't know if he was tired of the long work day he had in the office, or if he was tired of returning to the routine. Sometimes he began to think what would happen to his life if he had made different decisions.

Don't get him wrong, he was sure of what he had chosen: he loved his son Theo, the sweet 5-year-old who looked up to him with a twinkle in his eye every time they spent time together. Bucky thought it was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. On the other hand, the job he had was good, considering that he must maintain a house, a family, pay the bills, put food on the table everyday and treat himself, his son and especially to his wife.

His dear wife Y/N, who had always been there for him. Who he loved with all his might. He can still remember the first time he met her. Well, the first time he actually saw her. Bucky used to be a heartthrob even back in the days when he went to college. He had a certain reputation with the ladies and never committed himself to a relationship; the black haired man wanted to enjoy his single days as much as he could. That's what he thought until he met Y/N, the sweet girl with glasses who helped him with exams and congratulated him every time he got an A. She had bewitched him from head to toe with her noble heart and sweet aura.

He had it all.

But he also had everything in the past.

A life without worries or bills to pay, girls who fought for his attention or to sit next to him in classes, a group of friends whom he still saw, but without seeing much because of their tight schedules. And well, he didn't want to sound like an idiot, but he didn't have anyone to send him to wash the dishes or change diapers. Plus, he always had someone to have a good time with, if he needed to... de-stress.

It wasn't that with Y/N ​​he didn't want any of that now. But he felt like the flame had gone out since she spent most of her time taking care of Theo, the house and resting from expecting her second child on the way.

Shaking off those thoughts of his head, James takes the keys from his pocket and begins to open the door to be greeted by the excited screams of his son, Theo.

"Daddy! You're finally here." Theo throws himself at him and Bucky reciprocates his hug.

"Hello champion" Bucky ruffles his hair and looks into the boy's blue eyes, who look at him adoringly "You didn't cause your mother any problems, did you?"

The little boy shakes his head.

"I helped her clean up the mess after I drew something for you," he mentions.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and looks at him softly.

"Yeah? I want to see it" Bucky says and the boy runs off to look for the draw.

Bucky sighs and puts his coat and briefcase aside to loosen his tie. All he wanted to do was finish the paperwork he needed by tomorrow without fail, take a shower, and sleep.

"Doll, where are you?" Bucky asks, running his hand over his face in frustration.

"In the kitchen!"

Bucky walks to the room and watches as his wife stirs something in the pot. The aroma of food invades the man's nostrils and his stomach growls with hunger. Y/N puts the spoon aside and hugs him lovingly, making sure her bump doesn't crush against the man's body.

“I missed you,” Y/N murmurs against his lips. Bucky accepts it and hugs her.

"Mhm. I'm really tired," he says barely. Y/N frowns and pouts.

"Long day at work?" He nods.

"And I still have to finish the paperwork," he mentions, rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a crazy idea - which he's sure young Bucky would like - occurs to him, he raises an eyebrow and lowers his hands to his wife's butt. "I was thinking that as long as I do the paperwork, and Theo falls asleep... I don't know, we could have fun in the office room."

Bucky starts kissing her neck, to which Y/N ​​giggles. She sighs and moves away from him a little.

"I have to finish doing the laundry and help Theo with his homework," she excuses herself. Bucky grimaces and can't hide the discontent on his face "But maybe later we can..."

"No, it's okay," Bucky says sharply. "I'd better take my plate to the office and eat there."

"Honey, I..."

“It’s okay, Y/N.” And with that, he grabs his plate of food and takes it to his office to lock himself in and not go out again.

"Theo!" Bucky exclaims.

His temperament overwhelms him, especially when he sees the drawing that his son had given him for him to appreciate. He had appreciated the gesture, since Bucky loved when his son drew him, but the man hadn't liked it at all when Theo decided to paint on the reports he had to correct for tomorrow.

Bucky enters the boy's room and he is surprised to see his father angry approaching him. He had never raised his voice at the boy like that, not even when he got into trouble. Y/N follows him when she hears the commotion from the bathroom.

"What happened?" the woman asks calmly. Bucky shows his sheet to the boy.

"Why did you draw on my work report papers? Why did you come into my office, Theo?" Bucky asks, about to lose his cool.

Theo purses his lips and his eyes fill with tears.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to come into my workspace without permission? Damn it!" Bucky screams and the little boy runs into his mother's arms.

"Bucky, this can be fixed, but please don't be so hard on him," Y/N asks, holding the child's head in her belly, in a motherly way.

Bucky shakes his head, laughing unamusedly.

"I have to hand these papers in tomorrow, Y/N! I'm going to have to stay late looking over them," Bucky says angrily. "Theo doesn't have to do this thing where he comes into the office and draws on my papers."

Theo starts to sob.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he says, choking back a cry.

But when James sees this, the man lets out a sigh through his nose and closes his eyes, trying to calm down. The black-haired man crouches down to the child's height and opens his arms. Theo hesitantly approaches him and lets his father's arms wrap around him.

"Oh, champion..." Bucky whispers "I'm sorry"

Y/N watches the scene. She knows his husband is under a lot of stress.

"Do you promise me you won't do it again?" Bucky says looking at the boy, who nods his head and sniffles. The man wipes his tears and smiles slightly. "Good boy. Sorry for yelling at you."

Bucky starts tickling him and the boy laughs in his arms. Y/N laughs when she sees the scene and touches her belly.

“Theo, you have to finish your homework and brush your teeth before going to sleep,” Y/N reminds him.

Theo nods and proceeds to look for his notebooks so his mother can help him. Bucky stands up and looks at his wife with a tired face.

"I have to finish this," he says and she leaves him, caressing his cheek before they both go to do their chores separately.

Bucky can't help but think about how tired he is as he goes to his workspace and locks himself in until he finishes the paperwork.

What would his young self be doing if he hadn't had children?

If he hadn't had Theo and his second baby on the way?

When Bucky comes out of the bathroom in the room he shares with his wife, he drags his feet across the soft carpeted floor and falls onto the bed, while his wife applies cream to his belly, which has grown quite quickly, indicating that there are a few weeks left to see their son be born.

The man just wants to sleep, because he must get up early. He turns off the light on his bedside table and lets his head fall back onto the pillows. He hears a playful giggle from his wife and notices how she turns off the light and approaches him, to begin kissing his neck and caressing his chest with her hand.

"Hi" she whispers.

She continues kissing his neck and Bucky lets her for a moment, even when he feels his wife's hand go down to his boxers. But he doesn't feel like continuing this, he doesn't know why. Maybe it's tiredness or... he no longer feels that way for the woman who caresses his manhood.

"I don't have the energy to continue, doll," he whispers, pushing her away from him and turning his back on her.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." she says, feeling embarrassed.

She raises the sheets until they cover her chest and looks at the ceiling. The truth is that she had also realized that something was distant between them, ever since she gave him the news that they were expecting another child together.

It's like Bucky doesn't see her with the same adoration as before and that makes her feel insecure. Especially when she didn't feel pretty or sexy with the pregnancy.

She closes her eyes, preventing another tear from falling, falling asleep.

Bucky can't.

He keeps thinking about what his life would be like if he hadn't married Y/N.

He loved her, yes. But he was bored of playing the role of the worried, caring, gentle and loving husband. He needed space.

He needed air, so he gets out of bed and watches the figure of the woman sleeping with one hand on her belly. Bucky leaves the room and goes downstairs to grab a beer from the refrigerator and go out to the backyard and sit on the bench to watch the starry night.

"Fuck" he mumbles.

He can't admit it.

No.

But....

"I wish I could go back to my past life" he wishes and takes a sip of his beer.

"Are you sure it's what your heart truly desires?" A voice surprises him.

"Fuck! Shit!" Bucky curses.

He stands up from his spot and notices a man floating in front of him and points the bottle at him, ready to defend himself.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" James looks around and his eyes travel to the window of his room, where Y/N sleeps. "What did they do to my wife? My son?"

The man stops floating to walk on the grass in the yard. Bucky backs away on instinct and continues raising his bottle.

"James Buchanan Barnes" he says his full name, and danger scares him.

"How do you know my name?" He asks without believing it.

"My name is Stephen Strange, and I came here to grant you a wish" Bucky shakes his head, not believing it.

"Pff, sure. And I can fly" he says and raises the bottle, but Strange snaps his fingers and it disappears "What the hell...?"

"Now do you believe me?" Bucky swallows and thinks he's dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The man who can grant you your wish"

After explaining where it came from and why he was in front of him offering to grant him the wish, Bucky let out a heavy sigh and crossed his arms.

"So... you're saying that you can take me to another reality where I start my life again?" Strange nods calmly. Bucky grimaces. "What will happen to my life here? My job? My kids and my wife?"

Stephen replies: "If I take you to another reality, which in this case would be your past self, your life here will take a different direction. What you do there can completely change what happens here," he explains and moves his fingers to make a golden circle appear with scenes from Bucky's past appearing. The black-haired man approaches as if he were under a spell and remembers some things. "If you decide to go back and be in that reality, nothing you had here would be the same again."

Bucky smiles when he catches a moment where he was the most popular guy in college. Or when he dated Natasha, the most gorgeous woman in the school.

Bucky smiles falters when he sees Y/N studying with him for the exams. And when he carried his son Theo in his arms for the first time.

"Are you sure you want to leave everything you built here to go back to being the famous heartthrob Bucky Barnes?" Strange asks. Bucky swallows and finds himself in a dilemma with himself. On the one hand, he is bored with this domestic and routine life, he misses his life without ties and when he felt like he had everything in the palm of his hand. However, he loves his son Theo, his second child who is on the way and, above all, Y/N.

The woman he married. The woman he loved.

But right now, that didn't seem to care.

But Bucky wanted to have it all and more.

"Strange.... I want to go back" he decides after a moment.

"There will be no turning back," the magician warns him. "With a snap of my fingers, you will wake up in another reality and your life will be different."

And without hesitation, he didn't let himself be clouded by anything other than his desire to have it all again.

"I'm sure"

And Strange snapped his fingers, feeling disappointed once again in people's desire.

Bucky was having a blast.

So far he attended all the parties, went out more with his friends and could go on dates with any girl he wanted. He was taking advantage of that and more.

It was a starry and cool night and with his group they decided to go for some burgers where they always went to eat. Bucky's arm was around the shoulder of his former girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. The hottest and most outgoing girl he had ever met.

"Today Bucky must buy the burgers" Sam says pointing his finger at him.

Bucky snorts and rolls his eyes in amusement, ignoring the strange emptiness he feels in his chest.

"I'll do it as long as someone deigns to come take our order," says the blue-eyed one, looking around in search of a waitress.

Everything stops in the moment for Bucky.

A couple of tables away was Y/N chatting animatedly with Yelena, Ava and John Walker. He knew John because the blonde was with him in his class. He was a jerk, but somehow he was in Y/N's group since he was dating Ava.

Y/N looks beautiful with her glasses.

When he had married her, he may have commented how funny she looked in them, and how the next day she had gone to the ophthalmologist to see if she could wear contact lenses. An idiotic comment on his part.

"Good evening, what are you going to order?" asks a deep voice coming to their table.

Bucky turns around and sees a boy with slightly long brown hair, below his ears. He remembers it because he was in Y/N's class. His name was Robert Reynolds.

The brunette had always tried to woo Y/N, even when she started dating Bucky. Even at their wedding, Bob was there with a hopeful and hurt look as he saw the girl he wanted marrying Bucky. The latter could only give him a victorious look when he kissed the girl to close their engagement.

"James...." the redhead shakes his arm. He reacts and turns to look at the boy who is looking at him expectantly. "What do you want to order?"

Bucky clears his throat.

"I want a burger and a soda," he asks, not really wanting to eat now. Bob notes it and gives them a flat smile.

"Coming right up, excuse me" he leaves and takes the menus from their hands.

Bucky follows him with his eyes to see how he leaves the menus on the table.

"Are you alright, Buck?" Steve asks him.

Bucky nods nonchalantly.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's good"

After a few minutes, while Bucky looked out of the corner of his eye at the table where his wife was, Bob arrives with everyone's orders.

"Thank you," thanks Steve.

"Sure. Enjoy"

Bob leaves again and the black-haired man notices how he talks to the man at the cash register, taking off his apron, and then goes to Y/N's table. She smiles shyly at him and he sits next to her, putting his arm behind her shoulder. Bucky watches this scene in front of him with jealousy.

She was his wife. His Y/N.

"Bucky, are you sure you're okay? You seem angry" Natasha points out, stroking his hand. But he feels a different sensation, comparing it to when Y/N used to do it.

Bucky nods curtly.

"Why do you keep asking me if I'm okay?" He takes a French fry and bites into it. "I'm clearly okay!"

Bucky turns to look at the table and sees how the boys from the other table start walking towards the exit. He notices how Bob leaves his hand on Y/N's lower back and gets up from the table.

"Hey!" They turn to see him. He is frozen in place as he reacts without thinking. Y/N frowns holding Bob's hand.

"Um, the burger was good" he says in an attempt to save himself "Thank you".

John, Yelena and Ava laugh watching the reaction he had. Bob nods his head, looking at him strangely.

"You're welcome?"

Bucky stands for a few seconds before Natasha tugs at his jacket, asking him to sit down. The black-haired man watches as the other group leaves the restaurant, ignoring the rest's eyes on him.

"What is wrong with you?" The redhead asks him.

"Buck, you're acting strange" Sam says.

That's it. Strange.

Stephen could help him.

Bucky gets up again and hurries to chase the group.

"Sorry, i don't feel so good"

Bucky rushes out hearing the screams of his friends behind him, but he doesn't care.

He is a few meters away from Y/N who hugs Yelena, Ava and John goodbye. Those three go their separate ways, while Y/N returns to Bob's arms, who takes her cheeks and kisses her sweetly. Y/N hugs him around the waist and Bob imprisons her against him with his arms.

Bucky feels something in his chest and thinks about the wrong decision he made. He would have to be the one to kiss her. She married him. With Bucky she had a family. With her he had everything.

"Strange. Damn Strange, I need you to help me" he whispers.

"I told you the consequences and you still accepted," Strange says, seriously. "Just like everyone else."

Bucky sighs angrily and waves his hands in exasperation. "Yes, i know. But I regret this. I want to go back to my stupid job, see my son Theo again and meet my son who is on the way. And Y/N...." he whispers hurt "My Y/N"

Stephen shakes his head in dissaproval.

"Humans are all the same. They have everything in their hands and it's still not enough," he reflects. Bucky feels the desperation for his body "I can take you back, but not to go back. But so that you can see and learn from your own mistake"

Bucky nods desperate.

Strange snapped his fingers, and the go back to where it all started.

His house.

It's the same as when he left.

Only the yard is with more flowers and toys scattered around. Bucky felt the urge to pick everything up and wondered since when they had so many flowers. Y/N had told him how much she wanted to plant roses for the garden, but Bucky never liked the idea. Now there were flowers.

Bucky walks to the door and Stephen's voice stops him.

"Don't hurry," he says. "No one will be able to see us, so it's better if you come with me."

Bucky follows him and they enter the house, where the aroma of home-cooked food fills his nostrils. His eyes light up as he sees a child painting on the floor. His adorable face rises when he hears the keys to the door.

"Mom, daddy is here!" he exclaims. The next thing he sees surprises Bucky.

"Champion! I missed you so much!" Bob exclaims, receiving the child in his arms.

The black-haired man's face falls as soon as he sees Y/N receive him in her arms and kiss him lovingly. Like she did with him.

"Are you hungry?" she asks.

"I'm starving," he says over his lips. And he plays a little longer without his little son hearing "Maybe later you could give me my favorite dessert."

Y/N laughs sheepishly and punches him in the arm.

"Dad" his son intervenes. Bob ruffles his hair.

“Wait, why isn’t Y/N pregnant here?” Stephen looks down in shame.

"Today they are supposed to do it so that Y/N gets pregnant with a girl."

Bucky chokes a sob. Y/N always wanted two kids: a boy and a girl.

Bucky remembers that he wasn't all that excited to have a second child. He thought it was already a lot of responsibility with Theo, and a second would be chaotic.

But she looked so happy here.

"I guess I'm not coming back here, am I?" Strange nods.

"It was my decision. And I have to face it like a man," Bucky says. He sighs and looks one last time at the scene in front of his eyes. "He won't hurt her like I hurt her, right?"

Strange denies. "It wouldn't cross Bob's mind to change anything about his life with Y/N, here. It's more than enough"

And with that Bucky leaves with Strange feeling like a sword is stabbed into his chest.

[e-vay]

Heyo! Do you have any tips for making comics? :)

I've been meaning to get back into the swing of it, but concentrating on such a commitment that takes so much time is tough sometimes haha.

How do you make it work? Are there things you avoid/make easier for yourself just to make the process more fun and do-able?

First of all, I’m very happy for you! I think it’s very exciting whenever we return to a craft we were once passionate about. I wish you the best of luck!

This is a big question and I don’t think there’s really one simple answer since all artists are different and have their own strengths and weaknesses.

One of the biggest issues I face is that I have a million ideas but I simply don’t have the time to do them all. I want to share all these ideas but if I gave each and every idea the same amount of attention and detail, I’d hardly get anything done. So here are some things I've learned through my own comic-making experience, but keep in mind it may not be what you're looking for. Also remember this is NOT career advice. I make comics for fun, not for a living. If you’re looking for professional advice I would suggest looking elsewhere 👍

1 - A comic doesn't have to be fully rendered to be entertaining. Although I love to draw and line and color my work, it’s not always necessary. If I feel a punchline is strong enough to stand on its own, I’ll just make it into a doodle comic. In fact, I’ve found that some of my doodle comics perform better than the fully rendered ones! The doodle comics are still very fun for me to draw and they also serve as gestural drawing practice, so in the end it doesn’t feel like I'm making a sacrifice. I'm still getting my ideas out there and I'm still drawing, I'm just prioritizing what gets more attention so I can better manage my time.

2 - Not every panel needs an illustrated background. You definitely need to show backgrounds for establishing shots and when characters are interacting with the scene. But sometimes the focus needs to be entirely on the character and/or what they’re saying. You can choose to have a solid color background and maybe add a few textures to keep it visually interesting. You're still putting in the effort to make your art pop, but you aren’t losing a ton of time by drawing dozens of backgrounds. Color is also a good way to convey mood. I do that a lot in my comics, like this bit from “My Gal”:

^ I was trying to show a progression in excitement here, so having the colors change from cool to warm does a better job portraying that than if I just had a standard, scenic forest background for all the panels.

3 - Use resources: That's what they're there for! Because I make all these comics by myself, I have had to find resources to help me get through some of the steps faster so I can focus more on the story writing and the artwork. For example, to help me save time on lettering, I use the Onomatopedia font and the Manero Panels, SFX and Bubbles brush set for Procreate. I’m still selecting the sound effects and choosing the appropriate bubbles and tails to suit the mood and scale of the text, but this has saved me a ton of time because I’m not drawing each individual element by hand over and over again. Personally, I purchased these resources but I'm sure there are plenty of free tools out there that you can use.

As far as making it more fun... Honestly, I just love comics as an art form so much that learning about all the 'rules' and techniques and 'SOP's behind comics makes it more fun for me to make them. I recommend checking out tutorials and tips (even if you think you already know it all) and you might be surprised at how much it might ignite more of your comic-making passion. For example, I've spent hours on Blambot's "How-To" page and on ComicDevices.com just to try and soak up as much as I can. They're full of fascinating reads that make me want to try out different things!

I hope this helps! Good luck with your comics!

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Unplanned Final Chapter

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Swearing. You might cry, I did.

Chapter Words: 6,363 

Hi, think of this chapter as a final thank you to everyone who read my little story, commented/reblogged/liked. Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

As we walked away from the car, I held tightly onto Jamie's hand as she walked between Bucky and myself, she was five now, and we were walking her to her first day at school. Bucky walked beside her, holding onto her hand. My heart ached as we walked at the realisation that my little girl was getting older, but also I felt a small sense of pride at my girl. 

"Excited for school, Squirt?" Bucky asks. 

"I think so dada!" Jamie answers as she skips between us. She was wearing a simple pink dress with a denim jacket, and her hair was in a neat ponytail, she looked adorable. 

"You're gonna have fun, you'll make new friends and learn a lot of stuff" Bucky adds smiling down at her. 

"What will mama and you do when I'm at school?" She asks, stopping her skips for a moment. Bucky and I exchange a look. 

"We'll keep ourselves busy, don't you worry" Bucky says smiling "But don't worry, we'll come pick you up after school and you can tell us all about your first day"

I stop walking and crouch down to Jamie's level. "You will do great, you're so smart and so kind, remember that, okay?" I say softly, kissing her nose when I finish. We walk a little more and enter the playground, I noticed the teacher we had met a few weeks ago so I pointed over to them, showing Jamie where to go. 

"I love you" I say to her. "Love you mama!" She grins, she hugs Bucky quickly and runs off to her new classroom. I turned to face Bucky and notice his eyes were watering. 

"Don't start, I'll start" I say jabbing his arm. He wraps an arm around me and holds me close for a moment. "She'll be alright, doll"

"Should we wait in the car till she finishes?" I ask quietly. Bucky quirks an eyebrow, obviously amused by my response. "You want to just sit in the parking lot for six hours? You have any idea how boring that's gonna be?" He asks. 

"I can't bare the thought of her being there without us, it feels worse than nursery" I say quietly. Bucky pulls me into a comforting hug, holding close. "I know how you feel doll, I can't bare it either. But Jamie's strong, she's gonna be fine"

"I know" I whisper. Bucky then takes my hand in his metal one, holding me close as we leave the playground together. We walk back to the parking lot together and climb into the car. Bucky and I spend the next few hours doing menial tasks, trying to occupy time while Jamie was at school. Bucky takes me to a quaint café for a bite to eat and some coffee, he keeps me distracted by talking about various topics, from movies to future plans. 

A few hours later we were stood in the play ground again, Bucky stood next to me, one arm around my shoulder as we waited. The school building's bell ran, signalling the end of school. Students started filing out of the building. Bucky's hand grips my shoulder a little tighter as we wait for Jamie to emerge from the building. 

Jamie then runs from the classroom, giggling as she launches herself into Bucky's arms. Bucky grins, scooping Jamie up in his arms. He hugs her tightly, his smile widening at the sight of her being so enthusiastic. "Hey Squirt, how was your first day of 'big girl school'?"

"It was so fun dada! We made this!" Jamie says shoving a piece of paper in his face, I giggled softly as the paper was pressed into Bucky's face. From what I could see Jamie had doodled over it, three stick people, presumably the three of us, warming my heart. 

"Oh wow! Did you draw this?" Bucky asks. 

"Yes!" Jamie giggles, she climbs down from Bucky and moves to hug me. Bucky held the picture in his hand looking over it with a wide grin. "It's gorgeous, Jamie. I'm serious. I'm gonna frame it and hang it up, so I can look at it every day."

I grin happily and reach down picking Jamie up, holding her close to me. "Let's get you home, dada and I wanna hear all about your first day"

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I frowned as I looked at my now eight year old, she was standing next to the wall she had obviously scribbled all over wall, making it her personal canvas. I sighed as I looked to Bucky, it was obvious his patience was at an all-time low as he stared down at Jamie. He had his arms crossed over his chest, a deep frown on his face as he started at the colourful masterpiece on the wall. 

"Jamie, you know this was naughty don't you?" I say calmly as I crouch to her height. Her bottom lip trembles as she looks from me to the wall and then back to me again. She avoids Bucky's gaze, knowing he was the one more unhappy right now, with a small voice, she replies. 

"I'm sorry..."

Bucky scoffs, shaking his head before speaking. His voice is deep and stern.

"That's not good enough, Squirt. You knew better than to draw on the walls. Especially that wall, where you know we have photographs and stuff on it."

I lean a little closer to Bucky, hoping it would calm him down. He was never good at this stuff, it was different in his time, parents would come down hard on their kids, and he didn't realise how hard he would come down. 

"Bucks, I think a time out will do, won't it?" I ask. He lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes never leaving Jamie. 

"Time out. No television for the rest of the week, and no colouring either. You clearly can't handle it yet" He says sternly. I watch as Jamie starts crying a little, my heart breaks. 

"Aw Bucks, that's a bit harsh.. why don't we just say a ten minute time out and no colouring for a few days?" I ask quietly, Bucky shoots me a look, his tone hard and irritated. 

"Seriously? I think what I said was more than fair, Doll, I'm being generous. She knew better." He snaps at me, I watch him for a moment, deciding what I would do. He glances back at Jamie, who is looking up at him with wide, teary eyes.

"Right" I say sternly, I turn to Jamie for a moment "Go to your room girlie, we'll be in there in a moment" 

Jamie's lower lip trembles again, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she looks up at Bucky and me, not wanting to leave. She glances at the wall for a quick second before nodding, her voice timid and shaky.

"O-okay..."

She turns to go to her room, her little footsteps quiet against the floor. Once she was in her room I turned to Bucky, a glare over my face aimed at him. 

"Yelling at me?" I ask, my voice hard as I spoke "Really?"

Bucky lets out an aggravated sigh, his gaze meeting mine. He shakes his head, his tone equally irritated as he speaks.

"You serious?" He asks me in a tone that reminds me of the days we used to hate one another. "She knows better than to do things like this" He snaps, pointing to the wall, covered in pink crayon squiggles. 

"Bucky, I understand that, but you yelled at me, in front of our daughter!" I snap back, I was frustrated at him. Yes Jamie was naughty, but he yelled at me in front of her. We promised to never yell in front of her. Bucky's irritation quickly dissolved into guilt. He rakes a hand through his hair, looking away from me, his voice softening.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, Doll. You're right. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Damn, I just got so pissed and-" He lets out a heavy sigh, clearly hating himself for the outburst in front of Jamie.

"You need to apologise to me" I say sternly, I wanted to hug him, tell him it was okay, but it wasn't, I wouldn't be yelled at. We were past that. Bucky's shoulders sag with shame, his jaw clenching as he looks down at the ground. His voice is soft and regretful as he replies. 

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell at you" He takes a hesitant step towards you, his hand raising to cup my face. I reach up cupping his hand, looking up into those perfect blue eyes. 

"I know darling, it happens again and I will make your life hell" I say with a sweet smile. Bucky lets out a shaky breath, he manages a weak smile as his thumb strokes my cheek slightly. 

"Noted" He says quietly, he pulls me into a hug, burying his face into my shoulder. 

"Now, go speak to your daughter, tell her you're sorry for yelling and speak to her like a human being" 

Bucky pulls back from my, and he takes my hand in his. "You're right...again...I'm sorry, I'll go talk to her right now" He presses a kiss to my cheek before releasing my hand and turning to Jamie's room. I followed him. Jamie was sitting on her small bed, her tiny legs swinging in the air as her hands fiddled with the edge of a stuffed animal. She looks up as the door opens, her eyes growing teary when she saw Bucky. 

"Squirt, can I talk to you for a minute?" 

"Yes dada" She answers sadly. Bucky walked further into the room, I walked in and leaned against the door frame, watching them. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her into a side hug. 

"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, Squirt. I lost my temper, and I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, and I'm sorry I yelled at mama in front of you too"

"I'm sorry" She whispers "Uncle Loki told me it was okay to draw on the walls"

Bucky sighs, I copy, sighing too, of course it was Loki. 

"I can't wait to have a chat with Loki" I say quietly, a small smirk on my lips. Bucky chuckles and shakes his head as he glances at me. He looks back down at Jamie, using his fingers to gently tilt her head up, locking eyes with her. 

"Jamie, how about we forget about Loki for now...What you did was very naughty. You knew better than to draw on the walls, and you knew better than to listen to Loki. But I need you to understand that you have to remember and follow mama's and my rules. Can you do that for me?" He explains carefully. I smile softly, enjoying this side of Bucky much more than the one previously.  

"Yes daddy" She answers, a small smile on her lips now as he wipes her tears away. I watched as they cuddled close again, feeling left out, I walked over to them, sitting by Jamie and joining the hug. 

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I rushed into the Avengers common room in search of Bucky. I found him, sitting with Steve on the couch. 

"Hey doll, you alright? What's the rush?"

"It happened" I say dramatically as I flop down onto his lap, causing him to let out a noise and Steve to laugh. Bucky wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, I watched as he glanced to Steve for a moment and then back to me with curious, confused eyes. 

"What happened, doll? You gotta be more specific than 'it happened'?" 

"Jamie" I whine about our now ten year old. "She called me...'mum'!"

"Jamie called you mum? That's the big thing that happened?" He asked, a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I'm mama! I've always been mama! Not mum!" I whine. 

Bucky chuckles at me, I could see in his eyes he thought I was adorable. He shook his head in amusement, as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"There's nothing wrong with being called mum, darling"

"Alright, we'll see how you feel when she calls you dad, no more dada, just dad "I say quietly. Bucky raises an eyebrow, giving a mock look of shock. He pretends to be offended, placing a hand over his chest and letting out an exaggerated gasp

"Just dad? No more dada? Oh, the horror!"

"I hate you" I mumble, I look up when the door opens, in walks Jamie, our ten year old, she was so tall, almost as tall as me now, her lovely brown hair flowed down her back, she didn't want to cut it. 

"Hey Squirt, perfect timing, we were just talking about you"

"Good for you" Jamie answers a little sarcastically, oh the sarcasm, her new thing. Bucky looks at me slyly, whispering just loud enough for me to hear. 

"She gets that attitude from you"

"Definitely from you" I mutter back. Bucky scoffs in mock offence, giving me a playful glare. 

"Hey that's not true. She gets it all from you, I'm a perfect, innocent angel" He argues. 

"Dad, you're definitely not an angel!" Jamie says, calling him dad, instead of dada for the first time, I watch him for his reaction. Bucky almost looks taken aback for a moment, his eyes growing wide with surprise. He stares at Jamie for a moment, obviously processing the change in address. 

"Did you just call me dad?" He asks. 

"Obviously, that's what you are" Jamie mutters as she sits down. Bucky frowns, he probably sees why I was sad earlier. 

"See" I mutter. Bucky gave a huff of displeasure, his expression one of annoyance. He looks over to me and rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, yeah. Alright, point taken, it sucks" He mutters to me, he then turns to look at Jamie. "Hey, Squirt. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Jamie nods and moves to sit on Bucky's lap, squishing next to me. 

"Squirt, listen, you know you've always called me dada, right?"

"It's embarrassing, people at school take the mick because I call you mama and dada" She mumbles. 

"I understand that, Squirt, I get it...I just like it when you call us mama and dada, it's kind of like..." Bucky pauses for a moment. "Special, I guess"

"It's not like I call anyone else dad" She answers with a shrug. 

"I know, Squirt. And I'm not saying you have to keep calling me dada. If you wanna call me dad, that's fine. All I'm asking is that you don't stop calling me dada... Can you do that for me?"

"Fine...Can I go play on Uncle Tony's computer?" She asks. 

"Yeah, Squirt. You can go play on Uncle Tony's computer. Just make sure you don't delete any important files, or Stark will blow a fuse. And no playing those inappropriate games like last time." He says with a stern voice. Jamie nodded and rushed off, I snuggled a little closer to him. 

"See, I'm right, you're wrong" I giggle. He pokes my sides making me wiggle. 

"Oh shut it. You're right, I'm wrong. Are you happy now?"

"Always" I say, grinning.

"Smart arse"

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It was the morning of Jamie's thirteenth birthday, Bucky and I were in the kitchen together, a coffee mug in our hands. I looked to him, bumping my hip against his. 

"How is it we have a teenager? Like we own a teenager!" I said.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He leaned against the counter, looking at me with a mixture of nostalgia and mild panic. 

"God, I don't know...It feels like just yesterday she was learning to walk and now we're about to have a full-blown teenager on our hands. How did that happen so fast?"

"Ugh" I groan "I don't know, I don't like it"

Bucky chuckles lightly, nodding in agreement. "Me neither, doll. I'm not looking forward to the attitude and the boys..."

I groan as he finishes talking "I hadn't even thought of boys" I mutter.

"Yeah, well, might wanna start thinking about it. Teenage hormones and all that. She's gonna start noticing the boys soon, if she hasn't already."

"Oh she has, fictional boys! Like in her books! I don't want her liking real boys!" I whine. Bucky laughs, shaking his head in amusement. 

"Yeah, well, like I said, teenage hormones. It's only a matter of time, Doll. And when that happens, all we can do is pray for sanity and prepare ourselves for a rollercoaster"

"I hate how accepting you are about this.. you know what boys mean right?" I say quickly. Bucky grins, chuckling at my scepticism. 

"Doll. I'm happy because she's growing up, she's healthy, and she's becoming her own person. Sure, it's gonna be tough and sometimes we're gonna be ready to lock her in her room and never let her out, but..." He says shrugging. "I'm just happy that she's ours, that she's here and that we get to watch her grow up"

"I hate it when you're all smart and shit" I grumble. Bucky chuckles, his amusement clear as he grins at my reaction. He steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Oh yeah? You hate it when I make sense, huh?"

"Mmm yes" I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck. Bucky leans in, gently nuzzling my neck. He runs one hand up my back, the metal arm wrapping firmly my waist. He brings his mouth close to my ear, his voice low and playful as he speaks. 

"You really hate it when I'm being all rational and reasonable?" 

"No" I whisper. Bucky hums softly, his fingers trace idle patterns across my back as he tightens his grip around my waist. He leans in, capturing my lips in a light, gentle kiss before pulling away just enough to whisper, his lips brushing against mine. 

"Oh no? Seems like you're starting to enjoying it now, doll?"

"I'm enjoying you" I mumble, moving my lips to kiss along his jaw, his beard tickled my lips. 

"Mhm, keep saying things like that,, and I might start to think you actually like it when I'm being all smart and sensible" He whispers. 

"I miss when we used to hate each other, you just fucked me then, without question...now we've gotta talk" I whine playfully. Bucky moves, leaning his forehead against mine, his eyes glinting with playful challenge and a hint of desire. 

"Aw, you don't like talking? You'd rather just get straight to the good part?" 

"Please?" I whisper. Bucky's mouth curves up into a sly grin, his eyes darken with increasing desire, and his hands move to gently grip my hips. 

"Kiss me" I whine. 

"You're needy today. But who I am to deny the lady what she so desperately need?" He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. His hands slide to the small of my back, drawing me in closer against his body as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he guides me backwards until I'm pinned between him and the counter, his body pressed closely against mine. 

"Ugh! Gross!" I heard Jamie whine, Bucky and I pulled apart at the sound of Jamie's voice, we shared an amused grins as we hold onto one another, still in a close embrace. 

"Oh come on, Squirt. Don't you like seeing your parents express their love for one another?" Bucky grins. I move away from Bucky and walk over to Jamie, I pull her into a close hug. 

"Happy birthday, baby girl" I say to her. Bucky chuckles, watching me and Jamie hug. He leans against the counter, still wearing a smile. He calls out playfully from across the room.

"Yeah, Happy Birthday, Squirt. You're officially a teenager now, so you and I will probably be butting heads sometime real soon."

"Better she argue with you than me, dad's real bad at winning arguments" I say as I giggle to my girl. Bucky rolls his eyes and pretends to look offended. 

"What? I win plenty of arguments, at least I think I do" He laughs, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression taking on a playful challenge. "You really wanna start this roll? Cause I can't argue with you right now" He says with a play wink. 

"Can you maybe keep your 'arguing' to when I'm not home?" Jamie mutters in a way that says she totally knew what Bucky was getting at. Bucky flushes slightly. I try to stifle a laugh but it's not use. 

"Ah, uh… right." Ahem "Sorry, Squirt. I'll keep the, uh, arguing...private."

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A year later, Jamie was fourteen, one evening she sat the two of us down in the living room, and paced in front of us. She obviously wanted to tell us something. 

"Alright, Squirt, what's going on?"

"You've got us all intrigued girlie" I say, smiling softly, having a small idea what this was about. Jamie stopped pacing, her face was bright red with a flush. 

"A boy asked me on a date" She mumbled. Bucky's face fell slightly, his overprotective nature rearing it's read. He straightened up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. He shared a worried look with me for a moment. 

"A boy? Who is this boy?" He asks, his voice serious and protective, I reach over placing a hand on his arm. 

"Oh Bucky cool it" I say to him, I then turn back to Jamie "Tell us about him, baby...Oh oh oh! Wait, is it the guy from your History class?" I ask excitedly, Jamie and I usually had girl nights and she told me about this boy, but told me to keep it a secret from Bucky. Bucky's initial serious expression turns slightly playful at my question. He raises an eyebrow, giving me a look that says, 'You knew about this?' He looks over at Jamie, his curiosity now definitely peaked, wondering if he's about to learn some new information regarding his teenage daughter's social life.

"There's a boy from your history class you didn't tell me about?"

"Its a girls thing" I answer with a shrug, as I share a grin with Jamie. "Well, is it?"

Jamie rolls her eyes, obviously exasperated by both of our eagerness but also seemingly amused. "Yeah mum, it's the boy from history class" She admits with a slightly blush on her cheeks. 

I squeal happily "I'm so happy for you girlie, when's the date, what's the plan? Also I want to meet this guy, and dad will drive you both to the date and pick you up okay?"

Jamie grins at my enthusiasm, her blush deepening as she giggles at my excitement. "Thanks, Mum." She turns to Bucky, giving him a look that says, 'You're in for it, old man.'

"The date is next weekend, we're gonna go bowling. And yes, Dad, you can drive us and pick us up."

A few hours later when Bucky and I crawled into bed, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in closer, he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

"I can't believe our girl has a date. I think I just aged twenty years"

"Careful old man, you're already what, one hundred and twenty?" I ask playfully, he rolls his eyes and nudges me gently. 

"Ha ha, very funny. I'll have you know I'm actually only one hundred and nineteen, thank you very much"

"Only" I snort. 

"You love giving me a hard time, don't you? You just can't resist teasing this old man, can you?"

"Nope, look they're only fourteen, what's the worse that could happen?" I ask. Bucky sighs, his overprotective nature coming through. 

"Well, I could list about a dozen worst-case scenarios right now, but I won't. I want our little girl to be safe and smart, you know?" He says quietly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. 

"She's a smart kid, and they're going bowling, and you know Jamie, she knows what's right and wrong" I say, Bucky nods, acknowledging that I was right. 

"I know, I know. Jamie's a smart girl. I trust her judgment. It's just, I don't know, seeing her grow up so fast...I want to protect her" He pauses, letting out a sigh. "But you're right, it's just bowling. There's nothing to worry about...right?"

"The most that'll happen is our girl will get her first kiss" I say with a shrug. Bucky groans, rubbing his face with hand. 

"Ugh, I can't even...the idea of our little girl kissing some boy just...it doesn't sit well with me" He mutters. 

"He's a nice boy from what I've heard, nerdy type"

"A nerdy type huh? Oh, that's just swell. Now my little girl's gonna be making out with a geek in an alley while they discuss quantum physics or something." He wrinkles his nose, half-jokingly.

"Bucky" I say, giggling at his words. 

"What? I'm just saying, I didn't expect our daughter's first kiss to be with some dork who spends his free time building robots or something. I expected... I don't know, a cute jock, or maybe a charming bad boy."

"Oh I did, remember how obsessed she was with Peter when she was little? It was always gonna be a nerdy boy, Bucks"

Bucky chuckles, obviously remembering how Jamie would follow Peter around, always sit in his lap. 

"Oh yeah, that phase" He says with a sigh "Yeah, I guess you're right, better than a greasy bad boy, I suppose"

"Exactly, she's the opposite of me, I fell for the bad boy" I say with a giggle, moving slightly to kiss his jaw. Bucky laughs, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

"Oh, we're bringing up the past now, are we? Well then, I should remind you that you didn't just fall for any bad boy. You fell for me. The original bad boy"

"What makes you the original?" I ask with a smirk. 

"Because sweetheart, I was the first bad boy. The one that started it all. All these other "bad boys" today are just pale imitations of the original: me." He winks, his tone playful and confident.

"You're a dork" I answer, snuggling close, feeling a little sleepy. Bucky pulls me in close, nuzzling his face into my neck. 

"Oh, I'm your dork, and don't you forget it. You're stuck with me"

"Forever I hope" I answer in a yawn. His arms tighten just slightly around me. 

"Yeah, forever. No doubt about that, doll. We're in this thing for the long haul"

"Goodnight darling" I whisper. Bucky presses a soft kiss to my temple and starts to run his fingers through my hair. "Goodnight, dollface, sweet dreams"

The next day, Bucky and I waited in the living room for Jamie to finish school, the plan was she would bring Lucas, her date home with her, and then Bucky would drive the two of them to their bowling date. Bucky as usual was on edge, he was pacing back and forth in the living room, checking the time every few minutes. 

"Be nice" I warn him for the hundredth time. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be nice, I promise" He says as he rolls his eyes. 

Jamie finally walks through the door with a nervous looking boy behind her, it's funny, he kind of looks like how Peter looked at that age. 

"Hi, you must be Lucas" I say excitedly. Lucas, he boy, nods nervously, clearly feeling intimidated. 

"Yeah, uh, hi. It's nice to meet you"

I smile again and introduce myself to the boy "And this is Bucky, it's so nice to meet you!"

Lucas turns his gaze to Bucky and gulps slightly. He extends a hand cautiously, as if he's about to shake hands with a wild animals. He gives Bucky a polite nod. 

"Uh, hi Mr Barnes, it's...nice to meet you"

Bucky looks down at Lucas' extended hand, not immediately shaking it. He stares into Lucas' eyes, as if sizing him up. After what feels like an eternity, Bucky finally takes Lucas' hand and gives it a firm, slightly aggressive, shake. I move to slap Bucky's arm. 

"Be nice" I whisper. Bucky grumbles under his breath, then reluctantly releases Lucas' hand. He shoots me a sidelong glance, giving me a 'Really?' look. 

"Mum, could you help me in my room?" Jamie asks, her cheeks were flushed red. I nod and follow her to her bedroom, once we were inside I shut the door behind me. 

"What do I wear!" She cried. I wanted to laugh softly and bring her in close, but I didn't. I could coo over how cute my daughter was later. 

"Uhh so bowling, how about a cute pair of shorts?" I suggest. Jamie glances over to her dresser, considering the suggestion. 

"Yeah... okay" She answers, she sifts through her draws and grabs a cute pair of denim shorts, and a tank top. 

"How about these?" She asks. 

"They're cute, but maybe not the tank top?" I suggest gentle. Jamie ponders, then grabs a plaid flannel shirt instead of the tank top. 

"You're right, the tank top feels a bit too revealing for the first date"

"That's my smart girl" I grin. She quickly gets dressed and throws her hair up in a cute ponytail, she adjusts her outfit in the mirror.

"How do I look?"

"So beautiful darling" I whisper stepping behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her for a moment. 

"Thanks mama, I hope Lucas likes my outfit" She whispers, her blue eyes shining with worry. 

"If he doesn't, he's a fool" I say, kissing her cheek. Jamie grins, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. 

"Yeah, you're right"

We walk back into the living room, I tell the kids to go wait in the car, before Bucky follows I grab the front of his shirt. 

"You be nice in that car, don't you embarrass our girl!" I warn, and once I finished being scary, I kissed his lips. Bucky raised his eyebrows, he places his hands on my hips, holding me close. 

"Relax, doll. I promise I'll behave. No embarrassing Jamie in front of the boyfriend, I've got this" He smirks, and pulls me closer, capturing my lips with a passionate kiss. 

"See you later" I mumble against his lips, feeling a little breathless. He lets go of me and leaves the house. I spend the next few hours relaxing until Bucky and Jamie come home. 

"Hey girlie, how was it?" I ask excitedly. Jamie grins, clearly excited. 

"It was great mum! Lucas is super funny and smart, and he's awful at bowling. We had so much fun!" She grins, I notice she looks tired as she yawns a little. 

"Aw baby girl, I'm so happy, go wash up for bed, okay?" I say smiling. Jamie nods, she hugs me and then disappears to her room, leaving Bucky and me alone. 

"The boy is a nerd, cute kid though. But he's definitely got his whole future mapped out, with Jamie included" He says taking a step closer to me. 

"Hey, if he's serious about our girl, she'll never experience heartbreak and I'm so okay with that" I answer warily. I'd rather my girl never get hurt by anyone. 

"Yeah, I suppose that's true. The boy definitely seems into her. I gave him the whole dad talk in the car...the if-you-hurt-my-daughter-I'll-break-you speech. And I must've seemed pretty convincing because, let's just say he nearly wet himself"

"Bucky" I scolded "I told you to behave!"

Bucky puts up his hands in defense, a lighthearted grin on his face. "Hey, I promised I'd behave, and I did. Mostly" He reaches out to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. "Just wanted to make sure he understands the rules, doll. Can't have some punk kid messing with our girl"

I roll my eyes and laugh. I didn't want to admit he had a point, but also I felt bad for Lucas. Bucky was scary on good days. 

"Oh come on, you can't blame a guy for wanting to intimidate a random kid who's taking HIS little girl on a date. That's just paternal instinct" He says as he leans in, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

I felt my eyes burn with proud tears as I looked at Jamie, she was sixteen now. And all dressed up for her first ever prom. She looked so grown up it hurt my heart. Her dress made her look so grown up, and the heels, it was making me cry. 

"Looks like our little girl is nearly all grown up" He whispers to me. 

"She's beautiful" I whisper back as I take another picture.  Bucky nods in agreement, pride shining in his eyes. 

"Yeah she is. Beautiful and smart, and compassionate. Just like her mum" He glances at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. He reaches for me, wrapping his arm around my waist, giving it a squeeze. 

"Jamie baby, when is Luke getting here?" I ask about her boyfriend. They'd been boyfriend-girlfriend since they were both fourteen, and it was the sweetest thing ever. Jamie glances down at her phone, a mix of excitement and nerves on her face. 

"He should be here any minute mum, I can't believe this is actually happening, my first prom!"

"I know darling" I say happily. "Now remember our rules, no drinking, no drugs and definitely no after party"

Jamie rolls her eyes dramatically, but her voice is firm. "I know mum. You've told me like a million times. I get it, I'm not gonna do any of that, promise" There's a hint of playful defiance in her voice, beneath that, I can tell she takes my rules seriously. At least most of the time. 

"That's my girl" I whisper, moving to cup her cheek gently. Jamie smiles. 

"Thanks mama" She whispers back. A knock on the door signals the arrival of Jamie's date, and Jamie glances at Bucky. 

"Dad, can you get the door please?"

Bucky opens the door and in walks Luke, looking very smart, he usually looked smart, maybe a little disheveled. But today he was dressed in a black suit, and his hair was all neat. He looks both nervous and excited. 

"Lucas" Bucky greets him with a nod, his voice calm and authoritative. 

"You remember our rules?" I say to Luke. Lucas quickly nods, a look of slight intimidation in his eyes. 

"Yes, ma'am. No drinking, no drugs and no after parties. I swear" He answers as he straightens his suit jacket. 

"Okay!" I say happy with his answer. "Let me take some pictures and then you're free to go!"

Luke nods again, he moves to stand next to Jamie, he gives her a quick, nervous smile and Jamie blushes. My heart swells at how happy she looks. I smile widely and take a few pictures of the two of them. 

After a few photos, the pair leave for their prom, leaving me with wet eyes and Bucky not far off. Bucky turns to me, his expression a mix of nostalgia and affection. 

"She looks so grown up, doll. Our little girl, going to her first prom"

"It's going so fast" I whine a little, I step closer to him and wrap my arms around his middle. 

"I know doll, It seems like just yesterday she was a little toddler, running around the house causing trouble. Now she's all grown up, going to prom, dating some punk kid. Time sure flies" He says with a little sniffle. 

"It sure does...I'm glad we stopped hating one another, we would never of had this life if we kept arguing all the damn time" I say quietly, the arguments we used to have when we hated each other, before Jamie, such a faded memory now. 

"Yeah, thank god we got past our differences. If we hadn't, we wouldn't have had this amazing life together. This family, our beautiful daughter. I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Neither would I, I love you, forever" I whisper, hugging him a little tighter. Bucky smiles softly, he moves to take my hand in his, he lifts my hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my skin. 

"I love you too, doll, more than anything" He whispers, his lips moving against my skin. "Forever and always"

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@quinquinquincy @jaybbygrl @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @learisa @hi172826 @ravennablue @purplecolordeer @a-small-blue-nebula @buckitostan @knyaotjjkbiatch

[dilfismz]

Playing Dangerous Part 7

Summary: You and Sangwoo finally address the kiss under the cover of darkness, sharing a rare, tender moment. But just as emotions start to settle, chaos erupts, shattering the fragile peace.

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader…Eventual Hwang In-ho X reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, graphic description of eye injury…let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I’m having a lot of fun building the platonic relationship between the reader and Gi-hun

Previous

The dormitory buzzed with tension, the aftermath of Tug of War still hanging over everyone like a storm cloud. Some people huddled in their groups, whispering about the next game. Others sat in stunned silence, still trying to process the fact that they were alive.

You sat on the edge of your cot, absentmindedly running your fingers over the fabric of your pants. Your mind was still reeling from everything—the games, the exhaustion, and most of all, him.

Sangwoo.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over your face. You had completely lost it earlier. You had let your jealousy get the best of you, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way it had felt—the way he had felt under your hands, against your lips. The worst part?

He had kissed you back.

And now you had no idea what to do with yourself.

The cot beside you creaked, and you turned to see Gi-hun plopping down next to you, stretching his legs out with a tired sigh. He didn’t say anything at first, just side-eyed you with a small smirk.

“So,” he finally said, drawing the word out in amusement. “You and Sangwoo, huh?”

You tensed immediately. “What?”

Gi-hun chuckled, nudging your shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. I saw what happened earlier. I think everyone did.”

You groaned, running a hand down your face, “Jesus Christ.”

“I gotta admit, I did suspect something before,” Gi-hun continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Ever since Ali asked if you two were a couple, and Sangwoo nearly tripped over himself to say no? Yeah, that was suspicious as hell.”

You shot him a glare. “It was not suspicious.”

Gi-hun gave you a look. “Yeah? Well, this was pretty damn obvious. You kissed the guy like you were trying to steal the air from his lungs.”

You clenched your jaw. “I was angry.”

“Uh-huh.” Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “So, you regularly shove your tongue down people’s throats when you’re pissed?”

You groaned again, shaking your head. “I hate you.”

Gi-hun laughed. “Nah, you love me.”

You shoved him lightly, but your amusement faded as her fingers curled into her lap. Your voice dropped slightly. “I really like him,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Gi-hun’s smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

“But?” he prompted

You hesitated. “…I don’t know… I feel weird about it sometimes.”

Gi-hun tilted his head. “Weird how?”

You exhaled, trying to find the right words, “There’s the age difference, for one. It’s not huge, but enough that it makes me overthink things.”

Gi-hun shrugged. “Sangwoo doesn’t strike me as the type to waste his time on people he doesn’t respect.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Maybe. But I’m also just bad at this. Letting people in.”

Gi-hun nodded. “In general, or…?”

“In general,” you admitted. “But especially here. Of all places to catch feelings, this has to be the worst.”

Gi-hun hummed in agreement. “Yeah, not exactly the setting for a rom-com.”

“No kidding.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, letting the weight of everything settle.

Then, Gi-hun smirked again. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sangwoo smile as much as he does around you.”

You frowned, “He doesn’t smile.”

Gi-hun chuckled, “Alright, his version of smiling, then. It’s subtle, but it’s there. And it’s only when he’s with you.”

You stayed quiet, but your fingers twitched against the fabric of your pants.

Gi-hun leaned back on his hands. “And you wanna know what else?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“In all the years I’ve known Sangwoo, I’ve never seen him go out of his way to talk to a woman before. Let alone risk himself to save one.” Gi-hun gave you a meaningful look. “But he did for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly. You hadn’t thought about it like that before.

Gi-hun watched her for a moment before smirking. “And you think you’re the only one struggling with feelings.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, a familiar presence caught your attention.

Sangwoo.

He was sitting a few cots away, but his gaze was locked on them, his jaw tight. The dim lighting didn’t hide the way his fingers curled slightly into his lap, like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You swallowed.

Gi-hun followed your gaze, and when he turned back to you, his smirk widened. “Well, someone’s jealous.”

You elbowed him, “Shut up.”

But you couldn’t deny the way your stomach twisted at the sight.

And you couldn’t ignore the way Sangwoo looked away the second your eyes met, like he hadn’t been staring at you the entire time.

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The dormitory felt heavier than usual, thick with tension, paranoia, and the ever-present scent of fear. They all knew what was coming tonight. The massacre before lights out had been a preview, and now, as the surviving players whispered among themselves, everyone was preparing for the inevitable bloodshed.

You, Sangwoo, Gi-hun, Ali, and Il-nam worked together to set up what little defenses you could around the bunks. You stacked blankets, trays, and whatever other scraps you could find to act as barriers—though in reality, you all knew it wouldn’t do much if someone truly wanted to attack.

Il-nam sat cross-legged on his cot, watching you work with an amused little smile, “You young ones are so serious,” he chuckled. “Do you really think a few blankets will stop desperate people from trying to kill you?”

Adjusting one of the makeshift barriers, you glance at him, “It’s not about stopping them. It’s about buying time.”

Sangwoo nodded in agreement, eyes scanning the room carefully, “Exactly. If we stay together and stay alert, we make it through the night.”

Gi-hun sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s only going to get worse from here, isn’t it?”

No one answered.

The silence was confirmation enough.

Eventually, you decided on a watch rotation. You and Sangwoo would take the first shift, while Ali and Gi-hun would follow after. Il-nam, despite his insistence that he didn’t need rest, was left to sleep.

As the others laid down, trying to snatch what little sleep they could, you and Sangwoo took position near the edge of the small perimeter.

You sat close, backs partially pressed against the metal bedframe, knees nearly touching. The room was eerily quiet aside from the occasional shuffle of movement, the distant murmurs of hushed voices. Somewhere across the dorm, the sound of a knife unsheathing sent a chill down your spine.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. Then, Sangwoo cleared his throat. “So…”

You glanced at him, “So?”

He hesitated, glancing at you before looking away, “…About earlier.”

Your face warmed instantly. You knew exactly what he meant. Exhaling through your nose, you played it off, “What about it?”

Sangwoo shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, “Are we just… not going to talk about it?”

You smirked slightly, but the heat in your chest betrayed you,“I figured you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”

.“Why would you think that?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms, “I did slam you against a wall. Not exactly the most romantic moment.”

Sangwoo huffed a small laugh, “You don’t say.”

Your smirk widened, but then you sobered. You sighed, rubbing your hands together as if trying to warm them, “Look… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” You paused, chewing on your lip, “…I guess I got jealous.”

Sangwoo’s gaze snapped to you, “Jealous?”

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back against the frame, “Yeah. It was stupid, I know, but…” you shook your head, “Seeing her all over you, acting like she had some kind of claim? It pissed me off.”

Sangwoo stared for a long moment. Then, his voice softened, “It wasn’t stupid.”

You blinked, glancing at him, “What?”

He hesitated before repeating, firmer this time, “It wasn’t stupid.” His fingers tapped against his knee, his voice quieter now. “Because if the roles were reversed, I think I’d feel the same.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed against yours. It was a hesitant touch at first, as if testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, his hand settled over yours, warm and grounding.

You swallowed, “Sangwoo…”

He exhaled softly, his thumb grazing your knuckles, “I know this isn’t exactly the best place to… start something.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “No, it really isn’t.”

“But…” He turned slightly, angling his body toward yours. His hand curled more firmly around yours, grip warm and steady, “If we get out of here… I want to take you out.”

Your heart stuttered, “You want to?”

His eyes met yours, dark and unreadable, yet somehow incredibly clear in that moment, “Yeah.”

You should say no. You should be focusing on survival, on making it through the next game, on not developing feelings in the middle of life-or-death stakes. But when you looked at him—really looked at him—you saw the same exhaustion, the same fear, the same desperate need for something good to hold onto. So instead of pushing him away, you squeezed his hand, “Then I’ll hold you to that.”

Sangwoo let out a breath, something in his expression softening. And despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty—you found comfort in the warmth of his palm against yours.

He studied you for a moment longer before his free hand lifted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, deliberate. You barely breathed.

“You really are something else,” he murmured.

You raised a brow, “That a good thing?”

His lips quirked, the closest thing to a real smile you’d ever seen from him, “Yeah. It is.”

Warmth spread through your chest. After a beat, you nudged him playfully, “If we get out of here, you owe me a real date.”

Sangwoo huffed, squeezing your hand, “Deal.”

For a while, you sat there, hands still intertwined, leaning into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Despite the looming danger, despite the bloodshed sure to come, you felt a small, fragile sense of peace. And for now, that was enough.

But then it came.

The first scream shattered the fragile silence, and then the room erupted into hell. People lunged at each other, fists flying, broken bottles swinging. The metallic scent of blood quickly filled the air as players fought tooth and nail for survival. The ones who weren’t strong enough to fight cowered in the corners, but even they wouldn’t be spared for long.

You kept your back to the wall, eyes darting over the chaos, searching. You had trained for this. You had fought in worse situations. But here? Trapped in a death game with people who had nothing left to lose? It was an entirely different kind of battlefield.

A bottle shattered near your feet. You barely had time to react before a figure came lunging at you. Mi-nyeo.

Of course.

The woman grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she twirled a jagged piece of glass between her fingers, “You think you’re special, don’t you?” she sneered, “Think you can waltz in here, take what you want—”

“Not the time,” you snapped, already preparing to strike.

Mi-nyeo lunged. You sidestepped, twisting out of the way, but then another player was on you—some guy you barely recognized, just as desperate, just as crazed.

You gritted your teeth. Two against one, great. You threw a sharp elbow into Mi-nyeo’s ribs, but the other player swung his glass shard at your face.

She jerked back— Too late.

A blinding pain exploded down the right side of your face as the jagged glass tore into your flesh. Your scream ripped through the air. You staggered, vision going white with agony.

Instinctively, your hand flew to your face—warm, thick blood poured between your fingers.

You could barely see.

Your right eye was as good as gone. The realization hit you like a freight train. The wound was deep, the pain unbearable. Blood gushed down your face, soaking into your clothes, dripping onto the cold floor.

You gasped for breath, but Mi-nyeo wasn’t done. The woman reared back, ready to strike again— Rage overtook the pain. You roared, lashing out with brutal force. You drove your knee into Mi-nyeo’s stomach, sending her sprawling.

The second player barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist, twisted sharply— Snap. He howled, the glass falling from his useless hand. You struck again, this time sending him crashing to the floor, unmoving.

Mi-nyeo groaned, trying to crawl away, but you grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the ground. She didn’t move.

You stumbled, chest heaving. Your vision swam, the world around you tilting dangerously. The blood loss was hitting you fast. You blinked. Everything on your right side was nothing but darkness. Permanently partially blind.

The thought barely had time to settle before you heard your name. Footsteps pounded toward you. Then hands—warm, strong hands—grasped your shoulders.

“Sangwoo—” you gasped, dazed, blinking up at him.

His face was ashen, eyes wide with something bordering on panic, “Shit,” he breathed. “Damn it, you—your eye—”

You gave a weak, lopsided grin, “Yeah. Not great.”

His hands trembled as he yanked off his jacket, pressing it firmly against your wound to slow the bleeding. You hissed at the contact, entire body jerking.

“Hold still,” he muttered, voice tight, but gentle.

You focused on him, on the warmth of his hands, the way his jaw clenched as he worked. His eyes kept darting over your face, his expression growing darker and darker, “…This is bad,” he said, more to himself than you.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you quipped, though your voice was weaker now.

His grip tightened, “Stop joking.”

You exhaled sharply, glancing away—but of course, you could only see half the room now. The realization left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Sangwoo swallowed hard. His fingers lingered against your cheek, as if trying to ground himself in the fact that you were still here. Still alive. But not whole anymore. A muscle in his jaw twitched,“…You’re gonna have a scar.”

You let out a weak laugh,“Guess I’m going for the rugged look.”

He didn’t laugh.

His lips pressed into a tight line. He was still applying pressure to the wound, still trying to stop the bleeding, but there was a different kind of tension in his face. A quiet, helpless frustration.

“You’re really worked up over this”, you quip, studying his expression.

He huffs out a sigh, “Of course I am”.

“Cmon it’s not that bad, I’ll live”.

“Ya…you will”, he admits, a small smile resting on his face.

You didn’t quite know if the smile was one of reassurance or happiness. Nevertheless, you thought it suited him, “You should smile more, it’s cute”.

Sangwoo blushes a deep crimson, all while still applying pressure on your wound. He rolls his eyes and then takes your hands, pulling you to stand, “You can have my cot tonight, it’s a much safer location…I’ll watch over you”.

Taglist: @indifitel6661

For visuals this is how I image readers right eye looking :)

[axelnyx]

Pt2 of trans soap + poly!141

part 1

Fic Name: Angry Again

Chapter 2: Keeping It Tactical

can also be read on ao3

Sleep didn’t come easy when Soap finally dragged himself back to base and into bed. The sergeant laid awake, staring up at the ceiling as he replayed the conversation with his parents over and over in his head. It’s not like it’s the first time they had said things like that to him, but it still hurt. Stirring up old memories and emotions Soap had hoped to leave behind him. Bitterness began to build in his chest, leaving him even more tense and restless.

The night drags on and Soap is still awake by the time Gaz stumbles into their shared room. He lifts his head as his friend enters the room, his fellow sergeant trying- and failing- to be quiet. Soap’s anger quickly fades away into mild amusement as he hears Gaz let out a quiet curse when the Brit accidentally closes the door a bit harder than he had meant to. “Have a bit too much fun, Ky?” Soap teases, his voice startling Gaz slightly. “Tav? Why’re you awake? Thought ya were tired?” Gaz questions, his words slightly slurred as he stumbled over to Soap’s bed.

Soap rolls his eyes fondly, sitting up slightly and reaching out a hand to grab Gaz’s arm and steady him. “Ah was,” Soap replies as he helps his friend settle onto the bed next to him, “But, when I laid down, I couldnae fall asleep. Ye ken how it is.” Gaz simply hums in acknowledgement as he lays next to Soap and curls up next to his fellow sergeant’s side. Soap chuckles as he shifts to lean over the brit, drawing an annoyed huff from Gaz. “Hold on a mo’.” The scot says as he leans down to unlace Gaz’s boots, pulling them off and letting them fall carelessly onto the floor. Afterwards, Soap lays back down, wrapping his arms around Gaz before pulling the covers over them both.

There was no awkwardness as they laid together, the two sergeants having been in a similar position many times before. They spent most nights in the same bed despite having their own separate ones in the room. They found that the presence of someone familiar, someone they trusted, made it a lot easier to sleep and come down from the nightmares that, more often than not, plagued their dreams. A ‘tactical cuddle’ Gaz had called it when Ghost had found the two sergeant’s tangled up together on the couch in the team’s common room after a particularly hard mission. Soap had, of course, backed the other man up. Earning a look from the lieutenant that felt all too knowing. Like he could see something that Soap himself wasn’t even aware of yet. 

“G’night, Tav.” Gaz mumbles, his face buried in Soap’s chest. “Night, Ky.” Soap replies softly, holding Gaz just a bit tighter. The brit is out like a light within moments and Soap finds himself quickly drifting off to sleep as well.

The next morning, Soap is rudely awoken by his alarm. He and Gaz’s position had changed throughout the night. Now, they laid with Soap spooning the other sergeant, his arms wrapped around Gaz’s waist. Soap groans with annoyance, his arms tightening around Gaz as he buries his face in the man’s back, silently hoping his alarm would magically turn off by itself. “Tav, if you don’t turn that damn thing off I’m going to throw your phone across the room.” He hears Gaz grumble, his voice tired and raspy. Soap huffs and reluctantly untangles himself from Gaz, leaning over the brit to hit the dismiss button on his phone that lay on his nightstand. He feels Gaz relax the second the alarm turns off, the other man letting out a sigh of relief. “How ye feeling?” Soap questions with a teasing tone and an all-too-knowing smirk on his face. “Ask me somethin’ stupid like that again and I’ll tell Price you’re the one that hid his cigars.” Gaz says flatly in reply, cracking an eye open to glare up at the scot who was still leaned half over him. Soap chuckles as he climbs out of bed, careful not to jostle his fellow sergeant too much. “Shouldnae have drank so much. Yer lucky we didnae have ta train any rookies today.” He replies, jokingly scolding the other man. Gaz huffs, giving Soap the middle finger before turning over and pulling the covers over his head.

Soap lets out another amused chuckle before walking over to the mini fridge in their room and grabbing a bottle of water out of it. “Here,” He says as he walks back over to his bed. Gaz groans as he pulls the covers back and forces himself to sit up. He takes the bottle of water from Soap’s hand as Soap opens the top drawer of his nightstand and grabs a bottle of ibuprofen, handing it to Gaz as well. He watches as Gaz takes two of the pills and downs half the bottle of water. “Yer gonna make yerself sick,” Soap huffs as he takes the bottle of ibuprofen back and puts it back in the drawer of his nightstand. As he does, Soap sees his phone light up with a notification.

The scot picks up his phone and unlocks it before going to his recent messages. Soap’s mood instantly sours when he sees a message from his father. Against his better judgement, he opens the message, his eyes scanning over the words. “Don’t come crying to us when your teammates see through your little act and abandon you. We’re just trying to help you, but you’re obviously hellbent on making us the bad guys.”

Soap’s hand tightens around his phone as he clenches his jaw. “Tav? You alright, mate?” Gaz’s voice asks in an apprehensive tone. Soap looks over at his friend, seeing the concerned furrow of his brows as the brit glances between Soap’s face and the phone. Soap quickly forces a smile and turns off his phone, setting it back on the nightstand. “Aye. Right as rain. Cannae say the same for ye though.” He replies with a playful jab towards Gaz’s disheveled appearance. “Fuck off, ya twat.” The brit huffs lightheartedly, grabbing one of Soap’s pillows and chucking it at the other sergeant.

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By the time Soap manages to drag Gaz out of bed and to the mess hall, breakfast is almost over. The dining area is mostly empty save for a few rookies who woke up late, and the familiar figures of Price and Ghost, who were sitting at the team’s usual table. The two sergeants quickly went and grabbed their trays, piling them with food. Soap makes himself a cup of coffee while Gaz grabs a bottle of water before they both make their way over to the table. Both Ghost and Price were nursing their own respective cups of tea, earning an eye roll from Soap. “Ye brits and yer tea.” The sergeant says playfully as he takes a seat next to Ghost, Gaz opting to take the spot next to Price.

Price lets out a small amused huff at Soap’s quip. “Bit of a late start to the day, sergeants.” Ghost speaks up pointedly as he takes a sip from his cup. To anyone else, it would seem like Ghost was about to scold them, but Soap could see the small upward tilt of the lieutenant's lips. “Isnae mah fault,” The scot complains as he starts to dig into his food, “Someone didnae want ta get outta bed.” He shoots a pointedly look towards Gaz, earning a glare from the other man. Price rolled his eyes fondly at the two sergeant’s antics and the team soon found themselves falling into their familiar rhythm of banter and playful conversations.

About halfway through eating, Soap felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. The sergeant set the cup of coffee he was sipping from down and pulled his phone out. He unlocked it and saw he had gotten another message. Biting his bottom lip, Soap hesitated before opening it. It was from his mother this time. “Stop being selfish and talk to us. We’re your family.” It read. Soap didn’t bother dignifying it with a response as he shut his phone off and put it back in his pocket.

He looked back down at his half eaten tray of food, his appetite suddenly no longer present. Soap used his fork to push around the food on his plate with disinterest.

Was he being selfish? Sure, his parents weren’t exactly the best, but they were still his family. They at least seemed to be trying to make an effort to reconnect. Right? Why else would they call him after all these years?

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with your food, Johnny?”

Ghost’s voice suddenly cuts through Soap’s thoughts. Soap looks up to see his teammates looking at him with varying degrees of concern. The scot smiles as turns to look at Ghost. “Aye, Lt,” Soap replies jovially, “But Ah’ve never been very good wit’ manners.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Price comments as he takes a sip of his tea. The captain’s gaze remained locked on Soap however, his eyes critical as they roamed over the sergeant’s face. Soap rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand, “Ye ken ye love me,” He teases with a playful wink as he stands from the table.

Gaz looks up at Soap with a raised eyebrow. “Where are you going?” He questions the scot pointedly. Soap shrugs his shoulders as he picks up his tray of half-eaten food. “Ah got paperwork tha’ Ah need ta finish.” He replies nonchalantly as he goes to grab his empty mug. He stops short as Ghost reaches his hand out and places it on top of the mug to keep it in place. Soap huffs before turning to give the lieutenant an impatient look.

“It’s a rest day,” Ghost says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Aye, I ken, but ah need ta get it done while ah’m thinking about it or it willnae get done at all,” the sergeant argues. Ghost shows no indication of caring as he continues to give Soap the same flat look, his hand still gripping the mug. “Simon is right, Soap,” Price speaks up, crossing his arms over his chest. Soap turned to the captain with a look of slight disbelief. He can’t count the amount of time Price had gotten onto him for turning in reports late, and now the captain was telling him not to do them? Now that just didn’t make any sense in Soap’s mind. “But, Cap-,” He goes to argue, but snaps his mouth shut as Price shakes his head. “I’m not saying you can’t get any of it done. I know how you are, lad, and you're right. If you don’t get something done while you're thinking about it, it won’t get done,” Price continues.

A satisfied and triumphant grin forms on the sergeant’s face as he looks back at Ghost. His grin grows a bit as he sees the obvious displeasure in his body language, the lieutenant all but glaring at Price. Gaz clears his throat as he faces Price. “As much as I agree with you, Cap, I think Soap should take the day off with the rest of us. Whether he thinks he needs it or not,” He says, throwing a sharp pointed look at Soap as if daring the other sergeant to object. “I wasn’t finished speaking,” Price replies bluntly. He leans forward, resting his arms on the table and giving Soap a stern look.

“You have an hour, Sergeant. That should be enough time to get a bit of your paperwork done. After that, you are to report to the common room. Understood?” The captain orders. Soap’s expression turns serious as he quickly nods his head. “Aye, sir,” He acknowledges. Price nods his head before looking at Ghost and giving the lieutenant a pointed look.

Soap watches as Ghost hesitates a moment, his hand tightening on the mug before he reluctantly lets it go. Soap smiles in delight as he plucks the mug off the table before walking away. He dumps his left over food before depositing his dirty dishes with the others. Afterwards, he turns to face his team. He's a bit caught off guard when he sees them all watching him closely, but quickly brushes it off and gives a playful salute and walks out of the mess hall.

[sprunki-pain-tolerance]

A little bit of angst this fine fine Valentine’s Season, with my favorite gay couple because I love making Clukr feel emotions! Fun fact: I based this off of the singular relationship I was in back when I realized I was Aromantic (the break up was because she was a lesbian and I was no longer a woman, not the Aromantic thing). Don't worry, they're still together, they need each other so much.

11 years.

That's how long they'd been together.

Garnold loved Clukr. There was no other way to put it. He loved them. He loved their passion for everything whether a like or a dislike, he loved their little fidgets when busy, he loved how easily they fit in his arms, he loved the things they made and could easily pick out every little sign of their creative process. He loved them. He wanted to spend the rest of his life by their side. Everytime he dwelled on his feelings it always just felt like he was that confused kid in college again, struggling with his sexuality and an adorably dorky roommate. Hell, the day they'd confessed, though unorthodox and a bit painful, felt like a weight had been removed. Although immediately, there were navigational issues to hammer out. Namely with Clukr's orientation.

They were aromantic. He wasn't.

It was confusing for him at first. He didn't really understand how they couldn't experience romantic attraction but still wanted to date him. At first he rationalized it as them being clingy, but after about five attempts at explaining (the curse of neither of them being good with emotions at that age) he was pretty sure he got it. It was love, just not the same kind. It wasn't really a hard thing to work with usually; discussions about boundaries, wording, what they wanted to be, but every February seemed to be a nightmare for them. They’d confided in him about their sheer hatred of Valentine’s Day and how they didn't want him doing anything special for them on it. He always agreed to just treat it like a normal day. He was always so loud and proud about his spouse that some people thought it weird that he did this, but their comfort mattered over anyone's feelings. If they just wanted this to be a day, then it was just that. Another day.

Albeit, another day he had to pry them off their work computer and make them go to bed at a halfway decent time. But that was usual.

What wasn't usual was them face down and crying in front of a blank monitor. Usually when he found them like that they were trying to use Blender. And they actually took their glasses off first, meaning that this wasn't a spontaneous meltdown or an anxiety attack. They were obviously dwelling on whatever it was first for longer than a few minutes.

“Hey hon.”

Garnold rested a hand on their back. They barely responded, actually crying harder at the touch, drawing further into themself.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

They sniffled harder, not even looking up as they quietly stuttered out a response. It was barely audible, but he could still hear it plain as day.

”Why?” Before he could question them, they elaborated, “Why have you stayed with me this long?”

“Cause I care about you.” He didn’t use the word love. He thought it, but he didn't say it. Clukr didn’t like hearing him say it.

They must’ve picked up on his implications though, because their response to this was, “You deserve someone who can actually love you back…”

It was so disheartening to hear. They were the one to confess. They were the one to propose. Garnold watched them gain all of the confidence needed to bear their emotions to him front and center ever since they’d first met. He’d watched an endearingly pathetic guy become brave and stoic in real time. Seeing them like this felt just like their first meeting all over again. Tense, like one wrong move would completely break them and ruin everything.

“Oh honey... Who got that idea in your head?”

Clukr finally lifted their head up, only to shrug and slump over again. “You just deserve better than me… I dunno...”

“You know I don't care about that kinda thing. I want to stay with you, that's all that I care about.”

He picked Clukr up with ease. They practically went limp in his arms as he carefully maneuvered them over one of his shoulders. The glasses came next, which he carefully placed in his jacket pocket (they were already on life support as is). Then the cane… was not in the room. 

“C'mon. You've been awake too long.”

[mold-soda]

kalinka malinka or smth like that

art for a matryoshka utau cover i’m making

[a-jasminator]

Edwin Payne is my favorite Disney princess

[moth--moss]

Finally got my tango design finalized o7 yall can probably expect more of this guy in the future

If you like my art I do commissions!

[krazieka2]

Here's a big old Fire Emblem Search & Find I did for the FE3H Masquerade Zine! Find the Golden Deer, but see if you can't find the rest of the students as well! For the ultimate challenge, see if you can't name every character! (Disclaimer two characters are NPCs with no names)

[offorestsongs]

check Vil, choose Vil, vote for Vil Schoenheit

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[rox-of-iu]

hulloo, i am here once again with cultivate....but not the usual one (~_~;)

so funny thing! i had most of these already done from before, but felt a bit silly so i didnt post them. but then (spoiler) we got Tao Ying in his fresh new look and like.. i had to draw him and post the rest of the gang along with him hksfh. so here, the sillays

🍑Tao Ying

🐉Qing Mushu

🦆 The Empress

🐗The General

aaand more sillies of the goobers

aaaaand thats it hdjhdsjfhds so sorry for the long post lmao

characters yoinked from @neonghostcat cultivate

[moeblob]

@chormine-mutacerta

buddy, help me, your designs.... they are such a chefs kiss.... I hope I did okay with an outfit for Nessa.

[crispycreambacon]

Keep Yourself Safe!

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