#its more like i cant breathe for a few minutes but its somethin

[bikerboyfriend]

im always so happy to cry i think i can never take for granted the ability to feel something. i feel so much but theres no action or anything done for it for so long it swirls burns bubbles and biles inside me only to be strangled out. so i feel nothing at all in the end theres nothing to show for it. its always so nice to cry sometimes when my body allows it even if its so physically painful and shortlived

[jamesisbisexual]

Just like the start of the mission...

Erik lehnsherr x male reader ~angst~

Pt. 1

A bit of fluff

Description: this is a Au where the avengers and xmen are in the same timeline and they live together and "fight crime" together lmao. So the reader aka you... are a powerful mutant with electricity manipulation and light manipulation. One day you go on a mission, against some people who experiment on children, and it reminds you of your past... and the closer you look.. this was WHERE your past was..

(Reader is about the same age as Erik)

Top! reader cause yea

1st person pov:

I was siting in the jet... the sound of the music from my headphones in my ears, and the muffled sound of speaking from the others. I was pretty zoned out. Until.. "y/n....Y/n... Y/N." I finally realized someone was saying my name. I took out my earbuds and looked the my left. Erik.

He chuckled. "Hey, were almost there. Steve wants us to suit up." He said with a smile. "Oh.. okay." I said a feeling of embarrassment visible on my face. I stood up and walked to the changing room in the jet.

I got changed pretty quickly and walked out, back to my seat. I sat back down and noticed Erik wasn't beside me... I kept thinking about him. The way he looks at me, his eyes and the way they shine, and the way that he cares for me like no one else does.

It makes me feel loved. Even tho I'm pretty sure he just thinks we're besties or somethin... I don't know. Soon enough he came back and sat in his seat, right next to me. He looked my way and smiled, which I returned.

About 3-5 minutes later we arrived to the place these crazy people were. Honestly they remind me of the people that tortured me as a kid... looks like the same place too..

I shook thoes thoughts out of my head cause it wasn't possible... that place burnt down years ago... right? Yeah. Yeah, it did. There's no way this is the same place. Its not even possible.... I think.. The "door" of the jet opened and we rushed out, trying to get in and out as fast as possible, but with no mistakes.

Its been about 20 minutes since this mission started and I cant help but feel an intense feeling of deja vu... this place is so fucking familiar. I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked at the building. "Holy fuck." I accidentally said outloud. This IS the same place.

I felt my breathing get heavier. I was all alone. Out here. Oh shit. I'm having a panic attack. I closed my eyes, I know not the smartest idea out here, but I had to try to calm myself down.

My chest felt heavy, as if someone was standing on it, there were tears in my eyes, and soon enough my vision went blurry as I got dizzy.

I gasped in pain and in shock as I felt a shooting, unbearable pain in my side. I looked down and sure enough... Blood. Oh shit. I turned around quickly even though it hurt to move, and I shot electricity at the person who shot me. And they dropped to the ground.

And shit.. im about to aswell.. I fell to my knees with a groan, and a huff of air. I spoke into coms; "shit- im down. I got shot. I don't know where i-" I cut myself off with a cough, more blood. "Y/n? You got shot? Do you know where you are?" I heard Tony speak into coms.

"No.. but I see the front of a building like 50 or 60 feet away, if that helps.." I coughed again. "I'll be there in a few seconds." I heard Erik's kid, Peter say. And sure enough he showed up in seconds. "Heyy buddy, you wanna help me out? I'm kinda dying here." I said trying to put light into the dark situation.

"Uh y-yeah, right." He said and put my arm around his shoulder, and one or his arms around my waist, the other holding the arm around his shoulder.. and in like 5 seconds, we were back at the jet. Apparently the mission was over cause everyone was already here. "Y/n?!" I heard a verryyy familiar voice yell. "Erik." I thought.

His figure came into my vision infront of me, looking scared, worried, and shocked... mostly worried. "Heyy Erik.." I said with a dumb smile, I was definitely not feeling myself right now, I almost feel high.. nothing hurts anymore.

"Thats funny." I said as I was placed on a table. "W-whats funny?" Erik asked confused, and worried. "I dont feel anything anymore, nothing hurts.. am I dying?" I said the last part quietly. "No. No. You're not dying." Erik said.

"Ar-are you sure? Cause I saw on greys anatomy that if you're bleeding out and you don't feel anything, then you're dying.." I said with a little chuckle. Erik chuckled at how stupid I sounded, but I noticed tears falling out of his eyes.

I shakily raised up by hand and wiped away the tears on his face with my thumb. A little bit of blood coming off of my hand and onto his face. My vision went blurry and my body went cold. I put my arm back down and I felt my vision go black and the last thing I heard was Erik yelling my name.. just like the start of the mission.

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: PANIC ATTACKS, REPETITION.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER.

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TAPE #8

THE VOICE OF ANDREW HUDSON & WALLY FRANKS.

SOMETIME AFTER THE LAST TAPE.

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[30 SECONDS OF SWEEPING SOUNDS GO BY.]

A: "Hey, Walls! How's it hangin'?"

W: "A— Ah! Oh— hey, pal.. I'm, uh, sweepin' right now, so if you could.."

A: "Jeez— you okay? Your eyes are watery as hell. Do you have allergies or some shit?"

W: "N— No, pal, I dont— I don't think I do.. hey, how come you've been talkin' to me so much lately? If your an animator, I'd expect for ya to barely be able to see me at all."

A: "Eh, that's what happens when you have too much coffee I guess! If I down it enough, I can finish it all in one sitting!"

W: "That— That shouldn't even be possible.."

A: "Oh well, it is for me— say, ya looked kinda sad when I got back from my pee break last night, did somethin' happen?"

W: "Uh— ye— yeah! I'm fine, nothin' happened. No need to worry—" [WALLY SEEMINGLY SOUNDS NERVOUS HERE.]

A: "Really? Ya looked like someone just told you the worst news ever."

W: "Y— Yes, I'm fine! I'm okay! Maybe— maybe you should get back to your work—" [WALLYS VOICE SOUNDS AS IF ITS BREAKING.]

A: "W— Walls? Are— are ya.. cryin'?.."

W: "No, no.. no.." [WHAT SOUNDS TO BE WALLYS VOICE THEN BEGINS TO BREAK INTO SOBBING.]

A: "W— Walls!"

W: "Its goin' all wrong.."

A: "No, no, come— c'mere.."

[SHUFFLING NOISES.]

W: "Its goin' all wrong, it's goin'—"

A: "Whats goin' all wrong? Hey—"

W: "No— no, no, no, no.."

A: "Hey, hey, it's alright.. I'm gonna help you get through this, alright? Come on.."

W: "No, no, no—"

A: "Okay, now listen to me alright— I want you to follow what I tell ya, okay? Okay. Now, now— breathe in for me, alright?"

[WALLY INHALES.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES.]

A: "Good, good— breathe in."

[WALLY INHALES AGAIN.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES AGAIN.]

A: "Alright, good, buddy! Your doin' great! Breathe in.."

[WALLY INHALES ONCE MORE.]

A: "Breathe out."

[WALLY EXHALES ONCE MORE.]

A: "Okay, okay.. can i hug you?"

[2 SECONDS OF SILENCE.]

A: "Okay, good.."

[SHUFFLING SOUNDS.]

A: "Its okay to not be okay, Wally.. I'm here, you can cry all ya want, bud.."

[WALLY WHIMPERS, AND THEN BEGINS TO SOB. HIS CRIES BECOME MUFFLED, THOUGH THE PERSONNEL AT THE FOUNDATION ARE UNSURE WHY. FOR A GOOD 10 MINUTES, WALLY JUST CRIES. THEN, AFTER A WHILE, HE STOPS.]

A: "...do ya wanna talk now?"

W: "...no, I dont... I don't think I wanna talk about it."

A: "Okay, okay, that's alright.. ya don't have to talk about it if ya don't want to."

W: "I— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make ya put up with this.."

A: "Hey, man, I'm not puttin' up with ya— I'm just bein' your friend, that's all! Here, until ya feel alright again, we can stay like this."

W: "...I don't understand why your so nice to me, pal.. i cant tell if your pitying me or.. or not.."

A: "Hey, I'm not pitying ya, your just a really cool guy! If anything, I don't understand why I don't ever see people talkin' to ya."

W: "...your so warm. I dont think i wanna leave yet.."

A: "Heh.. and that's fine with me. I can still sit with ya for a few more minutes."

W: "...okay. And— and then i'll... I guess i'll be outta here for today.. I don't think I can do my rounds like usual.."

A: "Heh, okay. That's fine too. Maybe i'll get outta here too, since I'm already done after all.."

W: "...okay."

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NOTES: NONE.

[i-simp-for-gintoki]

Bokuto and Kuroo reacting to their s/o collapsing

“bokuto and kuroo with an s/o who passed out mid volleyball matxh? like shes playing a game and over worked herself and just kinda passes out?” -anon

Wow i should also rewatch haikyuu to get their personalities better shouldnt I? Definetly made bokuto more dramatic than he is(or did i? idk anymore)

Kuroo:

Kuroo watches your games as much as possible and you do the same

If he’s not busy with practice or his own games he’ll stop by to watch

Currently he was standing by the gym doors watching your team play

And you were winning too!

Though Kuroo noticed somethin was up

Yes playing sports was tiring but you seemed a bit too tired for his liking

Seeing you breathing super hard and slow movements inside his head he was growing more and more concerned

‘Why isn’t the coach taking her out? She’s clearly beyond exhausted!’

“One touch!” your teammates yelled

Kuroo watched as you looked up at the ball, managed to take two steps before completely falling limp

Immediately the whistle is called

Kuroo does not care anymore and jumps over the small borders and runs to your side

If you had collided with someone he’d wait till your out of the court but how could he just ignore you when you full on collapsed??

He doesn’t necessarily push anyone out of the way, but he does make sure hes immediately next to you

“Y/n! Hey!” He yells holding your hand

Hes too scared to actually move you around 

His thoughts are a complete mess 

Kuroo may look simply wide eyed outside but he was screaming and freaking out inside

How could you just collapse like that? Are you okay? Is this normal?? You ARE still breathing right?!

The coach tells him to give you room to breath along with the other students and so they listen

He may have snapped a bit at the coach for not taking you out when you clearly were exhausted

By the time the doctors are running in you wake up and look around confused but still exhausted

“Huh? What happened??”

In a flash your pulled into a hug by Kuroo

“Tetsu? Why are you in the court?”

The medics take you away from the court and kuroo follows and explains everything that happened

Your not allowed to play for the rest of the game which makes you upset but you understand

You realize kuroo has been oddly silent

“Tetsu?”

“Do you realize how scary it was? To see someone you love randomly collapse in front of you? And having no clue what to do??” he says hugging you once again

You reassure him that your okay and give him plenty of kisses

After that he gives a very very long lecture on how you shouldn't over exert yourself like that again and why its so dangerous for you

He’ll eventually make light hearted jokes about it before games 

“Try not to pass out again” “tetsu that was one time!”

Bokuto(featuring Akaashi):

Similar to Kuroo, he’d do his best to watch every game

And boy is he a huge fan boy

Probably has a headband with your name on it and screams into a plastic cone

“GO GO Y/N!! LETS GOO!” 

Over all extremely hyped seeing you guys play

If you guys lose he’ll probably cry too

He had just finished his own game and immediately went to watch yours 

He was still covered in sweat and wearing his jersey but that didn’t stop him from very loudly cheering you own

It doesn’t matter what position you play, setter, spiker(he will extremely over the top hyped if your a fellow spiker),blocker or libero he will cheer you on like your in nationals

Akaashi had joined him to watch your games and this is one of those times

You cant date bokuto and not be friends with Akaashi sorry

“Doesn’t l/n-san seem pretty tired?” akaashi commented and bokuto simply smiled

“Well she is doing her best! She’s the number one player after all!” He said in a confident tone before going back to cheering you

Though bokuto did notice you were starting to look tired, he simply thought it was because you have yet to be swapped out with someone

Currently, you and the other team was going through a very very long ralley and every time the ball was hit Bokuto shook Akaashi around, eager to see the outcome of this rally

You guys managed to spike it down on their side and he let out a very loud cheer

But a sudden thunk made the court go silence

Watching you fall over bokuto swore his world literally shattered

The color from everything vanished and was replaced with a gray hue

Akaashi didn’t even have time to react to bokuto’s yell of your name

Bokuto took a fast bolt to your side and was literally sobbing as he clutched you in his chest

“Bokuto-san! You need to let the officials handle th--” “Y/N!!! DONT DIE ON MEE” he screamed shaking you around with tears just flooding out of his eyes

It took a teacher and akaashi to pull him away from you and oh my gosh he was just max depressed

Sitting outside the nurses office, It only took a few minutes for you to wake up and it took all of akaashi’s strength to hold bokuto back from tackling you into the floor

You had just woken up you don’t need to be knocked out again

Once the nurse and doctor clears you up, akaashi released bokuto and he just glomps onto you

Crying and sobbing he brings you into a tight hug as he nuzzles his teary and snotty face into your neck

“I-I thought you had diieed!” He sobbed and you could only quietly sush him and rub his back

“Are you alright l/n-san?” “I think so, the nurse told me im not allowed to play for the rest of todays game or next practice. Just need to rest and drink water and i’ll be okay” “Well thats good”

“Y/n-chaaan please never leave me!!” bokuto cries more

In the end its you consoling and taking care of bokuto instead of the other way around

[maschotch]

💗 and 🔥 for you and for hotch <3

howl’s moving castle: what is the favorite place you’ve ever traveled? and if you haven’t traveled much, where would you most like to go?

hmm i’ve traveled a lot of places but i cant think of anywhere specific. i suppose if i had to choose, i spent one thanksgiving visiting my friend’s house on the new england coast. it was a few days before a snow storm hit so the air was brisk and chilly. her house was a five minute walk to the ocean, but instead of a sandy beach it was a wall of dark rocks that the waves crashed into. it was deafening. there was something simultaneously thrilling and meditative about sitting on the rocks while the fringe of the violent waves got closer and closer as the tide pulls in.

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i may have traveled a lot, but somethin tells me hotch has me beat akjdshlasjf my mans been to every single fucking state and at least five other countries (probably more if he spent time working for ambassadors). i’m not sure if he has a favorite place in particular—if it was anyone but hotch the memories would probably start to blend together over time. he probably likes cool places at high altitudes. i think he likes the city, but its nice when he gets the chance to breathe some fresh air up in the mountains or in a wooded area. he appreciates the tranquility.

my neighbor the yamadas: what does family mean to you? what do you love most about your family?

to me? my family has strong ties, even though we’re scattered all over two giant countries. there’s an indisputable expectation of loyalty. no matter where we’re at in our lives, we’re always tied back to the family. it’s a blessing and a curse bc i always have some sort of support, but it’s not something i can ever escape.

is it dumb if i say my favorite thing about our family are the recipes? kajsdhla the legacy that gets passed through food is one of the most intimate forms of connection, i think. like i can make something the way my bita did and know that there’s a very strong part of her that lives on in that.

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hotch probably has an unhealthy view of family tbh aksdjgla. i think because he hasn’t had the best experiences lmao he has this idealized version of what a family should be that just doesn’t quite align with reality. so when he fails to live up to the perfection he’s conjured, it’s just another aspect of his life where he’s just not doing good enough. jack’s had a tumultuous childhood sakjhlaksjd but he still loves his dad, and even if they have their shaky moments, he always will. hotch is stewing in a self loathing spiral worrying that he’s not enough for his son, not realizing that just because their family isn’t “perfect” doesn’t mean their bond is any less meaningful. their love is unwavering. and thats what matters.

even in the depths of his despair, i still think jack can bring out a genuine smile from hotch. sometimes hotch will look at jack and see haley, see himself, see his fears, see his hopes, see this precious thing that can be so so easily tainted by the world. but sometimes hotch will look at jack and... everything will melt away. for the first time, hotch’s mind goes quiet. the burden lifts from his shoulders for just a moment and the only thing left is the love he has for his son. it’s a peace he’s never known and there’s a part of him that feels selfish for chasing that feeling of serenity.

send asks <3

[cherrysha]

Advice

Okayyyy so its been a minute, i know i know.. but I’m back! oof ive been feeling like my writing is pretentious and shtewpid so i write smthn and it stays in the drafts. But Im done with that! Theres a lot of stuff I cant wait to share with yall!

as for this piece, idk what it is. theres no angst or anything... id just describe it as bros being dudes. kinda boring ngl but i couldnt get it outta my head.

Summary: Nobu asks his oldest friend for advice.

Word count: 818

My request are open atm

Warnings: Smoking? allusions to death, cursing

“What do you get a girl when you want her to like you?” Nobu asks.

 They’d been walking for what felt like ages, but it seemed as though the forest had swallowed them whole. The canopy above was almost impenetrable by sunlight, only faint trickles making their way through. “What?” And Uvo’s dead serious. Who the fuck thought about something that stupid? Surely not him, and surely no one he knew.

“Yeah.. like do you get her flowers or somethin’?” And it’s enough to make Uvo stop walking. “Did I hit you too fuckin’ hard in our session today?” He scoffs. There an indignant frown on Nobu’s face that confuses the bigger spider even more. With a shake of his head, Uvo slowly continues his earlier pace on the path.

“You must be losing your mind. Why the fuck would you care?”Nobunaga sighs, muttering something about Uvo being a meathead before fiddling with the pommel of his katana. 

Their pace is lazy, there’s no rush, if anything they’d get to their destination earlier than they needed to be. Even though he’d never admit it, Nobu found comfort in the fact that Uvo always wanted to be on time. It meant that he never really had to pay attention.

After an hour of Nobu’s perceived sulking, or rather just his mind trying to work out how exactly to go about this, Uvo lets out a deep sigh. He throws his hands up, eyebrows raised as he asks the smaller man “Why are you even thinking about this? You’re a spider, right? Just fuckin take what you want” “It’s not that easy. I want her to like me you big jughead-“ “You want her right? Then just fuckin take her and worry about that shit later! It IS that easy” Nobunaga furrows his brow, the choice even more unclear with Uvo’s suggestion. “If you’re so worried about what she thinks then how d’you think she’s gunna react when she finds out who you are?” Uvo growls, taking a step closer as if invading Nobu’s personal space will force some sense into him. And this time It’s Nobu’s turn to get loud. “I didn’t get that far!” He pinches the bridge of his nose before breathing again. “Tsk... you know I’m right Nobu.” He grunts, the last part of his sentence is mumbled, as if he’s over the conversation but still has much more to say on the subject. “Like we’d get flowers and chocolate and go on fuckin dates. You know that’s stupid.” Nobu drops it for the time being. It was clear he wasn’t going to find any help from his partner.

The path stretches out further in front of them. What little light they had now dwindling into nothing, until their eyes make out the moonbeams that cast dark shadows across the trail. If Uvo had calculated it right, they’d reach the meetup spot by noon tomorrow if they kept walking at this pace. A day early, but enough time to get some quality sleep before the heist. 

After a few more hours, He offers Nobu a chance to rest. Uvo’s back leaned up against a tree on the side of the road, he watches the other man’s cigarette smoke drift through the tree branches.

“If you're still distracted during the heist, I will kill you myself.” It’s a threat that holds a sliver of truth, Nobunaga knows, but he scoffs anyway.

Pinching the lit cigarette between his pursed lips, he fiddles with the tie holding his hair up. After a few seconds it finally comes loose, his hair cascading onto his shoulders. Jet black, it looks as if the darkness surrounding them has chosen to swallow him whole.

“I’d like to see you try.”

And it gets the reaction he wants. Uvo’s lips curl into one of his manic smiles, one of the ones that promise he’s up to no good.

“I can do it right now if you're in such a rush to die.” 

Nobu smiles at that. His friend was never one to turn down a challenge. “I’d rather wait a few days. Then we’ll have an audience.” Uvo’s laugh is booming, shaking the tree behind him with the sheer energy of it. With a push Nobunaga is on his feet again, cigarette butt still in his mouth as he speaks to Uvo.

“Get up, we’re going to be late if we keep taking this many breaks.”

“Alright, alright.” The man huffs, smile still plastered on his face.

In truth Nobu doesn’t care what time they end up making it to their destination, but he knows that Uvo does. 

And even though he hated to admit it, but the beast of a man was right. He didn’t have time to think about something so trivial when he had troupe business to focus on. He had to keep his mind sharp. The path still stretches miles ahead of them, and even though he’s still uncertain, Uvo has somehow managed to calm him. After all, he was right. Spiders took what they wanted.

[abreathofthewild]

Morning Showers

Synopsis: You and Thor enjoy a morning shower together.

Words: 2269 or roundabouts

Rating/Warnings: M for mature, SMUT.  Filthy by my standards?  All below the cut.

About: Firstly, don’t @ me.  Man, I Feel Like A Woman! and Breathe are two of the best.  Secondly, I want to thank @spacelabrathor​ for giving me the go-ahead on Cowboy Thor.  Thirdly, I want to thank @peachyteabuck​ for giving me this specific idea.  I wanted to inspire myself to get writing on the actual Cowboy Thor story, I Need A Hero, and thought this might do the trick.  Went from 0 to 100 real quick, my first time writing smut so be kind.  And fourthly, thank you to all the countless people ( @helahades​ I’m looking at you) that have been so supportive and so hype about this story.  Hope this little snapshot does it for you until the full thing comes out!

“Mm, gotta get up now.  ‘s 5:45.  Gotta feed the chickens or they’ll riot.”  Your voice is muffled as you speak into Thor’s shoulder.  There have been quite a few things you’ve learned about him since that first kiss.  Like how he loves to give hugs from behind whenever the two of you are in the kitchen.  Or how he loves romanticizing the little things like having a good cup of coffee.  Or how he absolutely loves being the little spoon.  He loves being the big spoon too but he always gives a quiet hum of contentment whenever the two of you lay how you are now: him on his side, you right against his back.  Your legs are tangled; one arm is slung over his waist and the other is tucked up to his shoulder blades, your face resting somewhere near his neck.

“Fivemoreminutes,” he rumbles back and somehow the sound of his voice reverberating back to you sends chills from your head to your toes.  You wiggle your legs and then finally untangle them, trying to ignore how the wood floor is cold under your feet as you sit at the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  The sun peeks through the curtains fluttering in the early morning breeze creating a warm invitation to start your day.  Already the roosters are crowing outside and you can hear distant animal noises coming from the pasture.  It paints such a wonderful picture.  You feel like you’re the subject of some well-loved sketch, one not done by any famous artist but one that sits on a mantle and is passed down through families.  A picture that to most would look so normal but to you feels like you’re living for the first time.

“Okay, you take your five more minutes.  I for one, need to take a shower.”  You let the words hang in the air.  They are sort of an invitation.  But Thor continues to sleep, slow even breaths emanating from his chest.  Oh, well.  You flip on the switch in the bathroom and hook your phone up to the Bluetooth speaker there.  A small upgrade you had made fairly quickly was putting speakers in almost every room of the house.  You needed your music.

Today’s lineup starts with a song that could get anyone on the dance floor.  You think you remember the singer’s name being Shania Twain.  The music subscription you use has been suggesting a whole lot more country music as of late and you absolutely do not mind.  You brush your hair out as the water warms up; it sends out great puffs of steam that completely cloud out your reflection in the mirror.  You sing quietly along with the music.

Let's go girls, come on!  I'm going out tonight, I'm feelin' alright.  Gonna let it all hang out.

As soon as you step over the edge of the tub into the warm water, you feel instantly more awake.  The steady stream over your head, shoulders, and back is invigorating.  A list forms in your head as you lather the shampoo in your hair of the things the two of you need to get done today.  The thoughts lining up in your brain are completely different than the words tumbling out of your mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh, I want to be free yeah, to feel the way I feel.  Man! I feel like a woman!”  You’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t hear Thor enter the bathroom, don’t hear his sweatpants hit the floor next to your pajama shorts and tank top.  It isn’t until you hear the deep timbre of his voice join in on the lyrics that you realize he’s in the same room.  You clap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from giggling.  There is something so cute about the juxtaposition of this cowboy, this man singing along with the song.   A huge grin forms itself on your face as you part the shower curtain enough to look out at him.  He’s standing at the sink stark naked brushing his teeth.  You let your eyes wander over every part of him unashamedly. 

“See somethin’ you like darlin’?”  The implication there makes heat pool low in your belly as you nod.  You silently hold out your hand and feel fire leap through your veins when he grins and steps forward.  The shower is small and he is big but when he steps into the space with you, it makes the size differences even more obvious.  His shoulders, his chest, the sheer size of him makes it difficult to breathe.  You look up at him through water studded lashes as he gently slicks the hair back from your face.  An entirely new song has started playing and it brings a slow smile across your face.

I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I’ve never been this swept away…

I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I’ve never been this swept away…

“Figured I should probably get up too.  Don’t want to lose even five minutes with you.”  Your heart is thumping in your chest as the rising sun catches the frosted glass above the shower just right, setting his blue eyes in soft light.  And yeah, you’ve never been so swept away.  There’s no to-do list running through your head anymore.  As far as you’re concerned, there’s nothing outside of this little space.  This moment in time here with him.  You stand up on your tiptoes and lean in, getting lost in the rush as your lips meet.  It’s a slip of tongues, soft and slow then deep and hot.  He smiles against your mouth.  “Good mornin’ to you too.”  Gooseflesh rises on your body as he walks forward into you, forward until your back is against the wall.

“Can’t be in here too long,” he continues as his mouth moves from your lips to your neck.  Your pulse is racing just underneath your skin and when he sucks hard there it draws a gasp from deep in your chest.  He hums against that point and it vibrates all the way through to your core.  He hasn’t shaved in a little while after you had mentioned recently that you liked the scruff and now you were so glad you had as he kisses a trail from your neck to your sternum to your breasts.  The rough scratch of his almost-beard is heaven.  It leaves your skin feeling raw but in the best sort of way.  He pauses for a moment, his hot breath skittering across your pebbled nipple and you look at him in feign frustration.  “Maybe, I shouldn’t,” he groans, tracing one with his fingers.  You brace your hands on his broad shoulders, your breathing coming fast and erratic from just this.  Is that even possible?  “What was it you said?”  One hand moves lower, stuttering across your wet skin, to grasp your hip.  “That’s right.  ‘The chickens will riot’.”  

'Cause I can feel you breathe.  It's washing over me.  And suddenly I'm melting into you...

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers twining in his air, and buck your hips upward, slightly arching you back.  His cock is already hard and when it slips against your thigh, you feel it twitch and Thor lets out a small grunt.  Checkmate.

“The chickens can wait.”  The movement extracts another grunt as you take his cock in your hand and run a thumb across the tip; it’s already beaded with precum and you lick your lips.  That gets an immediate reaction from him as he gives in, leans in and takes a nipple in one mouth and grasps the other in his hand.  “Shiiiit,” you hiss as he continues until you’re shaking, every nerve ending sparking with lightning.

It’s no surprise that you’re slick at the center of you and when he drops to his knees kissing as he goes, your heart skips a couple beats.  He looks up at you and as difficult as it is to breathe, you feel emotion swell behind your ribcage.  There’s lust in his eyes, his pupils blown.  But there’s a connection there you’ve never felt with anyone before.  Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as he grips one hip in his hand slings the other leg over his shoulder.  

He leans in and traces slow circles around your clit with his tongue and if it weren’t for the fact that he was supporting you, your knee would have buckled.  You card your fingers through his hair as his tongue moves from your clit to the entrance of your cunt.  You whisper his name on a keen as he picks up the pace.  There’s a distant thought that none of the men you’ve been with before knew how to eat you out like this: like they were praying, like there was nowhere else they’d rather be than to have their face between your legs.  You cant your hips forward, your thighs shaking.  You know there’s going to be a burn from his five o’clock shadow but it will be worth it.  Just like the bruises that are going to form where his hands are holding tight.  The feeling swells and trips along your bones like a livewire.  You’re a gasping mess, your hands gripping his hair, pulling at it and when your climax rips through you he’s standing already, gently bracing your legs apart and sliding into you, the breath hissing from his lips.  

It still catches you by surprise, not just the size of him but how it feels to be filled by him.  A filthy moan spills from your lips.  You squeeze around him as he utters a single drawn-out fuck before he starts moving.  It’s slow, delicious friction as he ruts into you.  The slide of his cock in your cunt is like velvet and your only option is to hold on, your arms slung around his shoulders (barely).  He adjusts, lifting you so your legs wrap around him too and despite the water streaming off the both of you it’s like you weigh nothing and then he’s moving quicker, pistoning up and in and oh god, it’s like the world has shifted off its axis because he’s hitting that spot just right.

You can already feel the second orgasm spiraling up up up and when you feel it snap everything goes blinding white, sparks skipping across your vision.  It’s hard to tell whether you’re wet from the shower or wet from the mess you’ve made around his cock.  You’re clinging to him, a ragged cry ripping from your throat as your back is molded to the shower wall.  Thor’s still going, chasing his own release and you can tell it’s not far away because already his hips are snapping an irregular rhythm and his breathing is harsh and short.  When he cums, his mouth drops open and his hand smashes into the wall next to you.  He spills his seed inside of you, each jerk of his hips pressing another crashing gasp from your lungs even when you thought there was no more air left.  The last movement of his hips as he slips out of you leaves a trail of cum hot down your thigh.  You trail your finger through it and slide it into your mouth, tasting him.

The high is fading away but as soon as you do that, a flush creeps over his face and his eyes go wide.  His nostrils are flared.  He shuts the water off and opens the shower curtain, allowing you to step passed him.  You ignore the small ring of disappointment that flares through you as you grab a towel from its hook near the door.  He takes it from you though and pauses for a moment as you turn back to look at him.  The water droplets that are still caught in his hair drip from the curling ends and land on his shoulders and run little rivers down his chest.  He’s so close again.  The smell radiating off of him is intoxicating; the scent of warm wet skin fresh from the shower mixed with musk is so undeniably male it makes your mouth water.  He reaches out to cup your face, and you lean into it with a deep breath.

I can feel the magic floating in the air.  Being with you gets me that way.

“I don’t think you’ll be needin’ that just yet,” he says on a growl and you have about .5 seconds to acclimate as he lifts you with a wolfish smile.  You let your head loll back with a laugh as he sets you on the bed and climbs over you.  There’s that look again.  It makes an entirely new feeling break across your lungs, ballooning up and out.  Love.   “The chickens can wait.”  You nod quickly.

The chickens can definitely wait.

[littlebigafterdark]

I'm feeling in a particular mood for some more Logan stuff, (totally not my comfort character who unfortunately is a medium for a lot of angst /s) so maybe the almost-relapse?

the littles accidentally trigger logan's ED (janus and patton help him thru it)

This is a copy pastd from a really long message i sent to liv a few weeks ago, just in case the grammar is weird or somethin!

oOo

context: whenever roman is a brat and refuses to eat dinner, logan gets noticeably more frustrated than with any other bratty behaviour because it hits too close to home to his eating disorder

so...

one day when patton is out somewhere, maybe at his carpentry class ((thats actually slightly spoilers for a big concept for the main blog lol)), logan has both the littles

and roman is bratty and refuses to eat dinner and logan breathes evenly and tries not to worry abt it bc he KNOWS roman always eats, hes just doing it to be annoying, breathe, he isnt actually restricting its ok

and logan was literally holding the baby fork up to vees mouth and suddenly she giggles and pushes it away

"come on baby, yummy time" logan coos and smiles a little but he doesnt feel it, and with his other hand he tickles lightly under vees chin and she giggles and logan smiles and goes to feed her again

but she pushes the fork away and babbles "mo bima!"

and roman laughs "yeah, no dinner! no dinner!" and bounces

and logan is feeling rlly shaky and hot suddenly and swallows thickly and ignores roman, and keeps looking at vee "princess, please open up," trying not to pay attention to how shaky his voice is. "its papa's spaghetti remember? yummy" he nods enthusiastically and goes to feed her again

but again vee just giggles all squeaky and pushes the fork away and looks at roman with a big smile for his approval. and roman is like "yeah vee! rebellion!!!" still so playful

but he hasnt noticed logans chest is heaving a little and hes staring at where vee pushed the fork away and logan was too shaky not to drop it on the floor.

and he looks up at vee and how small she is and how shes genuinely on the lower end of average weight and they need to make sure she doesnt dip down into underweight and thinks about how terrified he is of the idea that if she did develop an ED like he did it would be so dangerous and he cant see his baby go through that and-

it just hits him so so so harshly and hes suddenly crying and roman and vee freeze and look at him. and he hurriedly wipes away his tears and breathes shakily and tries to say again

"vee pl-please just ea--" and his throat closes up, he cant even say the word 'eat' and he gags on his tears and jumps up from his chair to run out to the downstairs bathroom and locks himself in trying to calm down and stop gagging.

and he can hear vee crying and roman - adult now - promising her its okay, mama feels a bit sicky but everythings okay, lets phone nana, its ok baby

and logan is breathing too fast and shaking and crying with his back against the bathroom door, not gagging anymore, but unable to take himself outside

. he hears roman feeding vee, and vee giggling and clearly enjoying the food, but no matter how comforting that is to hear he cant get over that genuine terror he felt when vee refused to eat, its his worst nightmare for vee to develop disordered eating - for any of them, but vee is already very thin and it could be critical, and logan cant get over that

when janus arrives (barely ten minutes later, he must have jumped in the car straight away which is only used for emergencies bc of janus' partial blindness) he speaks quietly to roman, and of course theyre trying to be subtle

but the kitchen is only across the hall from the bathroom and logan hears every word of roman explaining what happened and how confusing it was and how patton wont be home for another forty five minutes and roman didnt want either vee or logan to be alone but they probably shouldnt be around each other right now since vee gets so upset when the others arent happy

roman tries to talk to logan first through the bathroom door, apologising for misbehaving and promising he wont do that again. but can logan tell him what exactly was so bad about it this time? so roman can not do whatever it is in future.

but logan cant bring himself to say anything. he cant tell roman about this at least not yet he hasnt felt ready yet even if its been years and he doesnt know if he ever will be ready to tell roman about his ED

so after realising logan wont talk to him, roman swaps with janus. janus doesnt know the details but he knows theres something about logan and eating and hes made an educated guess from all the fibs hes heard over the years.

"hey, dic" (janus' unsavoury nickname for logan that he insists is just short for dictionary) "do you need a glass of water?"

logans throat is actually dry from hyperventilating and he says with a quiet scratchy voice through the door "yes please"

and when janus brings it to the door he just knocks gently and when logan opens the door to accept it janus doesnt make any comment on logans messy hair where hes run his hand through it or on his glassy red rimmed eyes or on the tremble of his fingers. but he does say "i know it must be so cozy in there" he nods to the cramped cold bathroom "but you might just prefer it in your room"

logan flushes a little and nods, comes out of the bathroom and heads to the stairs, but he pauses at the bottom of the stairs thinking... he doesnt know if he can be trusted alone upstairs. theres another bathroom up there and the gagging has made his stomach churn and he feels FULL from dinner and if only he emptied it then maybe he would feel better right? .... no

so he rasps without turning back to janus "i... i cant be alone"

"look behind you, idiot" janus says and its far closer than logan remembered him being.

he whips his head round to see janus was following closely behind him. janus raises a pierced eyebrow "well, are we going to stand in the stairway all night?" and of course its snarky but its soft too

so logan breathes deeply and they go upstairs to his room. janus makes himself at home, immediately grabbing a book from logans book case and collapsing sideways in logans armchair as soon as they stepped in the room. logan reclines on his bed and sips his water and does breathing exercises and tries to not feel humiliated about this breakdown

every time logan tries to apologise for disturbing janus' evening (he didnt) or asks if janus is sure roman is grownup enough to look after vee appropriately (he is) or insists that he is okay to be left alone now (he's not) janus just murmurs "shut up im reading"

when patton gets back roman just tells him logan isnt feeling good and patton hurries up to see him - and upon seeing his husband logan is overcome by shame that he almost relapsed and relief that his best friend is here and a wave of tears that he tries and fails to blink away

and janus just quietly bids them good night and promises he'll stay a couple hours to keep roman and vee company, but patton insists he stays the night in pattons room (its not safe for him to drive in thr dark) and janus is used to this routine by now that he knows where the spare pillows are

so janus leaves quietly and logan croaks "thanks, old man" trying to sound casual but regretting it when his voice shakes. janus just holds up a peace sign and closes logans door behind him on the way out.

as soon as the door closes logans face crumples and he hides his eyes behind his arm and patton practically bounds over to logan and climbs onto bed next to him and cradles logans head to his shoulder as he cries

they stay like that, cuddling in bed, patton cradling logans head and kissing the nape of his neck and wrapping his arm around logans waist to spoon him and whisper about what happened and how they can avoid it in future

but mainly they just breathe and cry together and patton fills the hours with soft affirmations of love and getting logan a tea and promising its okay if logan wants a cookie with it but logan says maybe later (later turns out to be 2:30 in the morning but at least it really was later)

they barely sleep that night but its all comfort and talking and by morning despite being exhausted, logan feels safer and breakfast goes by without a hitch

oOo

just some notes me and liv made that i think highlights some main points:

logan struggling so much even when he knows that the kids are just playing around and they don't really mean that they don't want to eat, but it's just one of those things that inevitably hits too close to home

it just suddenly hit him! like any other day he can cope with roman doing that, its a small blip usually, but the fact that VEE started refusing food freaked logan out so much bc they genuinely have to keep an eye on her weight just bc shes naturally so small

his emotions about his history with an ED plus his overprotective mama cg space making him nearly go into a panic attack from the thought that vee could develop an ED is very sad and very true

and janus coming right away!! and he and roman handle the siatuation so well, like roman was so smart knowing not to leave logan alone, and janus calling him dic and taking him to his room and staying there until patton gets back

and him crying from just seeing patton because he's his best friend and he can be vulnerable around him is very :'c <3

hes so so relieved to see patton but theres also the slightests "ive let my husband down" bc he thinks bc patton helped him so much he owes it to patton to not relapse - but of course pat reassures him its natural to relapse but he didnt! he caught it in the early stages and asked for help and patton is never disappointed in him

he caught it!!! he caught it and he stopped himself and he let himself be helped by both roman and janus and patton and he didn't even relapse!! and this whole thing is really a sign of how far he's come that he was able to accept their help in his vulnerable state, even if roman and janus didn't have the full story, they still wanted to help him through whatever he was experiencing

[barryjeanblues]

how many corn cobs do you think barry bluejeans could fit in his mouth

"42," lucretia says immediately.

"42?" repeats barry. his nose wrinkles. "i dont, uh, i dont think i could quite achieve that level. i do appreciate your. uh. your confidence though."

"i think its more of a deep parable, a whatchamacallit, a rhetorical question," interjects merle, smoothing his beard (or trying to, there are a fair too many sticks for that. and what looks like... a venus fly trap). "like 'how many roads must a man walk down before he can call himself a man?'" merles wild gesticulations cause his arm to smack into barrys thigh, and barry sighs. "whoops. sorry there, bud."

"its still 42," lucretia says, turning a page in her book without looking up. 

merle blinks. "which one?"

"yes."

"what didja mean, maggie boy?" taakos seated on the george washingthrone, a sparkly throne hed transmuted a few cycles back right out of the top of the washing machine because he liked the way the machine got warm and shook, but was too proud to sit right on top of the damn thing. davenport would have made him transmute it back, but it actually got taako to do laundry regularly, so. 

"well," magnus says, biting a nail absentmindedly, "barry was just smilin at somethin and i thought 'damn, barolds got a nice big smile! i wonder how many corn cobs he can fit in there', and then i said it."

"thats… it?" taako asks, rather defeated. 

"ye-p," replies magnus cheerily, popping the p with enthusiasm. "im hungry."

"i kind of want corn now," barry admits. 

"good, because we have to settle this," lup says with a firm, steely resolve in her bright eyes. "corn cobs. now."

"well hang on just half a second," merle protests. "magenta didnt say corn on the cobs. he just said corn cobs. theres no actual corn on these cobs!"

"thats the same thing," lup says.

"no its not! corn cobs are the cobbly bit in the center! corns on it but it aint the corn kernels!" merle huffs. 

"no no, thats cheating," says taako. "that means the cobs are smaller and barry can fit more in his mouth!"

"merles right," lucretia says. theres a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "that does mean just the cobbly bit."

"if, if luce says its technically just th-" barry starts, but taako cuts him off. 

"no! no! im gonna lay some farm fuckin fresh wisdom on all'a'yall! corn cob means corn on the cob! you cant just wimp out on me here, barold! stick the corn in your mouth like a man!" taako leans over on his george washingthrone, transmuting a pile of clean laundry into a pile of golden corn cobs. "stick it!!!! dont be a coward!!!!!"

"my favorite shirt :^(," magnus says, somehow pronouncing the smiley aloud. taako sneers.

"its for the cause!"

"taakos right, stick it in your mouth!" merle eggs. 

barry hesitates, but his wide smile quickly returns. "okay, okay, but i, i still dont think i can make it to 42," he warns, before grabbing one of the corn cobs. 

davenport walks in a few minutes later, alerted by the noise, to the scene of barry literally being buried in corn cobs. magnus is handing taako bits and bobs to transmute, taako is transmuting them into cobs before handing them to lucretia, who is throwing them mercilessly at barry. Barry indeed has a mouthful of corn cobs, but is covered by a rather larger pile of them. merle is keeping score while lup is curled on the floor laughing too hard to breathe. everyone but her and barry are chanting "CORN! COB! CORN! COB! CORN! COB!"

the greatest starship captain who ever lived, who has faced armies and death and the anthropomorphic personification of despair and universe-murdering, takes a deep breath and decides he is not going to deal with this today, and turns on his heel. 

(he does snag a corn on the cob before he leaves, though. trasmuted food is never quite as good but taako is taako so its still pretty damn good.) 

(in the end, merle swears barry only got 3 in his mouth, but barry insists there were another two.)

[mojavehearts]

Fallout 4 Companions react to Strong having a crush on Sole

(REQUESTED!!) (im cackling like a maniac already) 

(I know I used this before but...This IS Sole and Strong)

some are them realising it and some are helping him come to the realisation  (some of the reacts even work together as one!)

Cait: 

Cait watched as Strong stomped back and forth in front of Soles house in Sanctuary, at 4 am, on a Sunday. ‘’Oi buddy! can ya quit yer stompin?’’ she whispers out angrily, putting out her cigarette onto the side of one of the small shacks sole built Strong grumbles under his breath which makes Cait come striding up ‘’what is your problem?!’’ she was trying her best to whisper at least ‘’Strong doesn’t know!’’ he roars back she covers her ears and sighs ‘’Listen big guy, people are tryin to sleep and they cant with you stompin around’’ Strong grumbles again and points at soles door ‘’Strong cant be without master’’ ‘’what you like a lost puppy or somethin’? yer supposed to be a big mean ol’ supermutant’’ Cait scoffs, now leaning against soles house ‘’NO Strong does not want to be, without master near him, makes Strong MAD!’’ Cait’s eyes widen and she backs away slowly ‘’good lord, you better talk to MacCready about that...’’

Curie:

‘’Ah monsieur Strong!’‘ Curie waves strong over in a chirpy tune ‘‘How have our experiments gone so far? any pain? some memories? violent tendencies more than usual?’‘ Curie had gotten some data from some ‘hospital’ of sorts from New Vegas and was testing the medication in does on Strong so far nothing was different of course Strong was already more ‘Put Together’ compared to many supermutants and it had been a very small dose, ‘‘No strong want stop, making head fuzzy! weak!’‘ Curie nods and checks her chart ‘‘When does this usually happen or is it all the time?’‘ Strong stomps his feet slightly ‘‘If Strong is near master it becomes fuzzy! want to stop! need to be strong and protect Master’‘ Curie stops writing down in her notes and freezes ‘‘Oh Mon dieu’‘ 

Codsworth:

Codsworth is what he calls ‘Smart for an old bot’ he knew from the get go, hes still full of old world ideals so he isn't to keen on it, considering supermutants are known as violent brutes as well, but he warmed up to Strong (well as much as one possibly could if they weren’t sole) and it became quite entertaining for him to watch over a cup of tea and a nice book (he makes the tea for show, sadly he cant drink it) as strong ‘somehow’ gets red when with Sole, it really makes Codsworth rethink many things

Danse:

Danse...Isn’t exactly a fan of supermutants in general, that's just the way he’s  wired (haha get it...Ill go)

Strong would always try to size Danse up, whenever he would talk to Sole Strong would be there, either watching intensely with a violent glare or just interrupting whatever he could, so he went up to him and asked what his problem was, guessing it was because he used to be brotherhood and also because...Danse obviously wasn't a fan of him. Strong just stares him down and points a thick green finger to Danse’s chest poking it into him slightly ‘’Sole needs real man, not metal man’’ and walked off leaving Danse to be (the gif above)

Dogmeat:

You know that thing dogs do when they cover their eyes with their paws and or ears as well?...Yeah just that

Deacon:

One word nine letters  Terrified 

Deacon thought it was kinda cute at first when he would watch strong follow Sole around, in that scary sort of way...in that way where little girls sing ring around the rosy or your child stands beside your bed in the middle of the night and says nothing, but then he noticed things...different things, like how he would rarely let anyone else around Sole, and that one time where they went to the third rail and that person tried to hit on sole and he chucked a tantrum and set the third rail on fire and- OH MY GOD 

Piper:

Piper was making her usual rounds around Diamond City, trying to question whoever she could about her new piece ‘’Mirelurks and their MireQuirks’’ when suddenly she saw strong browsing the general supplies store she was confused why he was here alone, things may have changed since Sole came into play but he might still get given a hard time, he scratches his chin and Piper moves closer to greet him ‘’Master friend, Strong need gift for Master, Master gave Strong milk of human kindness’’ Piper thought this was very normal in fact and did help him pick out something, but then he turned to her and said ‘’How do humans show ‘E fec tion’ ‘’ and she froze ‘’Oh wow buddy i’m not the one for that um...Maybe Nicky can help he was married once well- when he was- when he wasn't- wait was he him- yes of course- um - but its- well-’’ Strong had enough of her blubbering and scoffs already walking off to see valentine, Soles gift in hand. Piper breathes out and then in deeply but then starts laughing softly, it was kind of cute really, but she didn’t think Supermutants could feel ..Love?, Piper had already found a new, and better article idea. SCORE

Preston:

Preston sighs softly, wiping the sweat away from under his hat, taking it off to fan himself with it he noticed the ground rumbling slightly beneath him ‘’Strong that you?’’ Preston turns to the direction of the rumbles and places his hat back on, sure enough he was met with big green mean fighting machine, strong. ‘’You know master, what does master like, besides blood and fighting’’ Preston purses his lips in slight confusion an audible ‘huh’ leaving his throat ‘’Strong want say sorry for Third Rail on fire, Mack Ree Dee says I should show sorry with actions’’ Preston scratches the side of his face and stares at the ground for a minute ‘’why don't you go to diamond city? check out the stuff there I’m sure they would like anything from the surplus store’’ Strong grunts in agreement and stomps away again behind Strong stood MacCready with a tilted head and raised eyebrows Preston looks at him completely confused until MacCready takes his two fingers and draws a heart, Preston stands there dumbfounded his gun falling from his hands

Valentine:

It was a slow day for nick, seemed not many people needed help nowadays guess he had Sole to thank for this time off, but he was getting a bit restless with all this sitting around waiting for something, he felt kind of bad for wishing for things to happen but he was sick of the small ‘Lost my cat’ or ‘forgot where my nuka-cola truck was’ and sick of the fact all of those were deacon in different wigs, so when his door opened he was pretty excited he turns his head up quickly and is met with strong slowly trying to squeeze into the door, he struggled for a few minutes before sitting down, and then breaking the chair, but he still sat in place on top of the broken chair on the floor, nick chuckles and rubs at his temples why was the world against him ‘’Strong, great to see you...What do you need?’’ strong was quick to speak ‘’Paper send me but before that pwes ton and then before that mac ree dee and then before him irish lady, and now im here help strong now metal man!’’ nick rubs the lower part of his face and sighs ‘’so...Paper? sent you specifically?’’ strong nods with a grumble ‘’Alright..tell me what you need’’ it was better than seeing deacon in a long blonde wig talking in a high pitch voice about his cheating husband for 5 hours ‘’Strong been told to come to you because you were married and I need to know E fec tion’’ Nicks eyes widen slightly, the pupils whirrling vibrantly this had to be one of deacons tricks ‘’Affection? for whom’’ Strong slams a big green fist on the desk, breaking it, nick pretends the desk is still there for sanity sake and rests his arms in midair ‘’For Master! who else would be good enough for E fec tion’’ Nick could die at that moment ‘’Alright Deacon you can come out now’’ Strong roars angrily ‘’Bald man at settlement!’’ oh god so this was...Serious, nick takes a looooonnngggggg drag of a cigarette and sighs ‘’Alright...ill help ya’’

X6-88:

(petition for me to just use Raymond Holt gifs for X6 considering they are basically,,The same person like the personalities are spot on omg)

All of the companions where sharing their opinions/outlooks on Strongs growing affections on sole/if Sole would return them and all that, Hancock threw in a few sexual jokes (making everyone groan in different tones) while everyone else already knew X6 did not, and he found it obscene 

‘‘x6, what do you think about it?’‘ Curie asks with her eyes full of curiosity, as always. 

‘‘Absolutely...Not’‘

‘‘What do you mean ‘Absolutely not?’’ Piper asks with a joking scoff 

‘‘it is ridiculous at best, there is no way’‘ the other companions sigh at him ‘‘hey it could be a real blossoming love my guy, they will have gorgeous half green babies’‘ Deacon says with a mouthful of carrot X6 looks at him in distaste and turns in his hair ‘‘X6! don't ignore us, stop being a grumpy pants you aren't in the institute anymore! love is real!’‘ Mac says excitedly X6 slowly turns his chair back and stares at him through his glasses

‘‘It might be, but not between sole and the supermutant, now before you complain, i am once again turning in my chair’‘

he will come around

MacCready:

‘’MACK REE DEE!’’Strong stomped up to Mac at INCREDIBLE speed ‘’whoa there strong! you could flatten me buddy’’ he chuckled but he was literally terrified for his life seeing strong run like that ‘’Loud lady says you can help me’’ strong says bluntly ‘’help with what?’’ now mac was interested  ‘’I told her I didn’t want to be without Master and she tells me to see you little man’’ MacCready rubs his neck in confusion why would she send strong to him over nothing it was only natural that he would be if he considers Sole his Master ‘’After fire in Third Rail Master was upset at Strong, STRONG CANT STAND IT’’ Mac nodded slightly ‘’uh well...Sometimes a good ‘’hey I’m sorry’’ and some affection, maybe a hug and a gift can work?’’ strong seemed to like that idea ‘’I GO NOW’’ he roars ‘’whoa buddy wait! do you want me to tell Sole you’re leavin? I’m on my way to have dinner with her now’’ dinner!? Strong’s alarms went off in his head and he picks Mac up by his jacket snarling slightly ‘’Dinner?!’’ Maccready stares at strong, confused and terrified ‘’Um yeah...The thing people do to eat? she wanted Duncan and Shaun to meet formally? you were invited remember?’’ ‘’oh’’ strong slowly and gently (for a supermutant) and slightly dusts Mac off and turned away MacCready laughed softly at how strange he could be and then stopped dead in his tracks ‘’Wait what the fu- ‘’

Hancock:

Once the institute was defeated Hancock and Sole both came up with the idea to have a party for everyone at the third rail, all of good neighbour was decorated from top to bottom with funny decor, synth scraps, all of that (much to x6′s dislike, he still went) everything was fine and dandy, everyone was partying it up, Magnolia switched It up for the night and was singing some upbeat party tunes, and then some random stumbled up to Sole, Hancock watched for a distance he knew Sole could handle themselves so he just watched silently, it was chill and all until Strong war cried, threw the person into some lit candles which then got caught on a decoration and set it on fire and then in shock some people bumped into each other and started fighting AND THEN as everything was going to shit Sole had to jump up to Strong to avoid the fire as it pooled around them, the way strong held onto Sole, told him enough whether supermutants could feel that kinda thing or not wasn't his business. Putting out his cigarette he sighs and decides to help in the chaos as Deacon walked into the third rail ‘’ I BROUGHT PIZZ- aaaa???!’’

BONUS

Sole:

Sole was sitting at dinner with Mac, Duncan and Shaun and turned towards the empty spot they had reserved for Strong with a sigh. They just continue to smile and eat, until the door gets fireman kicked down (I cannot stop with that) and strong appears Sole stands up and strong walks towards them, a pretty sweet looking belt in hand he throws it at sole and they catch it ‘’is this for me strong? well thanks! I-’’ then Strong picks them up and awkwardly  hugs them to his body sole struggles a little bit against him ‘’is this about the third rail? its alright strong I told you that I was just busy’’ Strong ‘’I’m trying to do human E fec tion’’ sole goes silent and then smiles softly ‘’thanks strong that’s really nice of you to do that for me, but you don’t have to I like you the way you are’’ strong slowly puts sole down and sole pats him on the arm 

Mac and Duncan just looked at each other awkwardly and kept eating the whole time

Bonus Bonus

Maxson:

(I hope this was okay!! thank you so much for requesting I had a BLAST doing it!! xxx)

[boku-no-imagine-acadamia]

Can I get some Dabi with, maybe asking out, a crush that would fight god in an alleyway for a stale piece of bread? Just a chaotic bastard that can’t remember anything that happened before a week ago but has every Pokémon memorized. The kinda “why them, why do I like them of all people, they just ate something out of the trash can 5 minutes ago and are ranting about capitalism to birds outside the window.”

FLAME BOI!!!! Thank you lovely anon for the ask, i am honored to fulfill your villainous desires! ~Bea (also this is hilarious)

Its not that you’re completely and totally crazy

Well, ok thats a lie

Your pretty crazy, not Toga crazy... your just kinda a bit off your rocker if you know what i mean

And for some reason, Dabi completely and totally loved you

It probably started that one time you were yelling at a stray ally cat for getting too close to “your beloved territory” (it was a dumpster that you’d eat from on occasion for some reason.)

Or perhaps it was the time that you were ranting to the birds on the sidewalk outside of LoV headquarters about the economy and how great an anarchist society would be at approximately 3 o’ clock in the morning.

Regardless, he liked you... for whatever reason. Honestly he didn’t even know what about you he found attractive, just the fact you were... well you.

Although he cant pinpoint when he originally gained feelings for you, he knows exactly when it turned from a crush to love

It was when the LoV found out you had... memory loss

It was right after a raid on a nearby weapon store, and you had gotten quite the beating from a hero, causing you to pass out

Dabi carried your beaten and unconscious body back to the hideout, while getting teased by Toga of course

“Do you liiiiiiiiiike her~” or, “Dabi and Y/n sittin’ in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G~”

Dabi wanted to die, or kill Toga, or both, but decided that not reacting would be a good choice.

He put you on a couch and sat at the bar for a much needed drink. Actually, everyone was at the bar, just kinda talking about the raid and what was aquired and lost during it.

Well, that is until there was a loud scream

Shigaraki and Dabi flinched while Toga screeched, thinking it was another hero attack

But, it wasn’t a hero attack, it was just you waking up

Everyone gathered around the couch... well everyone but Dabi, he was drinking himself to shit, as you began to scream stuff along the lines of, “where am I?” “Who are you?” “Don’t hurt me please!”

Toga, in an attempt to comfort you, reached out to pat your back, but it only sent you spiraling into terror

You began sobbing and shaking, backing as far into the couch as possible.

At this point Dabi wanted you to shut up, and apparently so did Shigaraki, because he clamped a gloved hand on your mouth

You began to struggle as Dabi walked over to the couch.

For a moment he just stared at you, and when you caught his eye you became silent, and Shigaraki removed his hand from your mouth.

You instantly jumped at Dabi, tears streaming down your face and yelling his name.

You jumped at him so fast that he didn’t have time to react, and you knocked him on the ground

You were sprawled out on top of him, the LoV watching on in shock as you held on to him and cried into his shirt.

You began to whimper, “D-Dabi...” you sniffled, “wha-where am i?”

Dabi just looked up to the rest of the group, and Toga just shrugged.

Dabi sat up and wrapped an unsure arm around your torso, and you just clinged to him tighter.

At a certain point, his ass started to hurt from sitting on the tile floor, so he just picked you up and walked around with you, even with a group pf onlookers watching silently as one of the most terrifying villains ever carried you around like a puppy

After a while he got tired and just kinda, went to bed with you in his arms. Mostly because you refused to let go of his arm, and not at all because he wanted to bury his face in your hair and just inhale your sweet scent

He put you on the bed and just curled around you, heating up his body until it was a nice warm temperature for you.

He watched you sleep for a while, just thinking about how you were acting and how you didn’t seem to remember anyone else, until slowly drifting off to the sound of your breathing

Dabi woke up before you did, but didn’t move. Its not like he didn’t wanna wake you up, you just... smelled nice

He watched you sleep for a good hour, until your eyes opened slowly and you begun muttering about Pokémon or whatever.

You looked up to see him staring ar you with cold eyes and couldn’t help but be confused. How did you get here? why were you here? Why the fuck is Dabi just staring at you?

Of course, you didn’t say anything, you just kinda... looked at him. And just, rolled off the bed silently.

Well, tried to. Dabi caught your wrist before you could make a clean escape.

“What the hell happened last night?”

You didn’t reply, you just stared at him.

“You screaming your ass off and shit?”

You looked at him for a few seconds, then just kinda... smiled. “Oh,” you said impishly, “I must have gotten clonked pretty hard ay?”

He just looked at you.

You continued, “When i get hit sometimes i get severe short term memory loss, it comes back n’ shit after like a day or so. Prolly’ forgot who you were and screamed like a lil’ girl.”

Dabi just shook his head, “then why didn’t you scream at me, you just held onto me all night.”

You blushed and grinned, “ah, well if someone is important or somethin’, then I’ll probably remember em’ when I forget others. Your face is logged as important in m’ brain,” you tap your head, “so I probably went to you for help.”

He didn’t say anything, just grunted. Of course he was dying a bit on the inside with this new information, but that doesn’t matter.

He didn’t speak for a while, and you just looked at eachother, until he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into the sheets, causing you to yelp. “Dabi! I need to get ready!”

He just grumbled “mine now.” And fell asleep. No use in fighting back. You just sat there with the thought of your confession but not confession fresh on your mind, and ended up drifting back to sleep.

Sorry if he’s ooc, i havent written for him before, hope you liked it! Reblog and follow for more! See y’all next time!

[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Farmer’s Daughter. 3

Ask: OH MY GOD IMAGINE THE READER IS A GIRL FROM A GOOD FAMILY, SHES WITH ARTHUR FOR A WHILE NOW, THE PARENTS WANT TO MEET HIM. THEY’RE HAVING FAMILY DINNER AND THE COWBOY MAN JUST CANT KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF UNDER THE TABLE oh my god if your request are open and you would write that i would probably, most likely die...oh btw i love the “farmer’s daughter” story OH MY GOD MAYBE THIS COULD BE THE NEXT PART AAAAAAAAH SHIT! okay okay i’m sorry i just got excited! love your writing, have a great day!

Warnings: Cursing, probably. Slightly public sex, ya get fingered at dinner ok? 

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: YEEHAW MY FELLOW SLUTS! ENJOY! Also, idk what they called panties back then so I just went with panties, ok? 

Two months later and you had fallen completely in love with the man. You both had told yourselves you wouldn’t let it get that far but it was nearly impossible. Every time you would see each other he had something to give you, be it a new drawing of yourself, wildflowers he had found out in the woods, or some suspiciously expensive jewelry that he wouldn’t talk about.

He hadn’t planned on any of it, really, but multiple times a day he would see something that reminded him of you and he just knew he had to take it. Even the jewelry he had stolen from the folks who were unlucky enough to start a fight with him.

After a while of successfully sneaking around the day came you’d both been expecting. Your father caught him. 

It wasn’t in the way you’d thought it would happen, thankfully. He didn’t walk in on the two of you or catch Arthur climbing up to your room or sneaking out of it. It was more subtle and less suspicious. The two of you, like the fools you were, were out in broad daylight at the stables on your property. You would go out there regularly to spend time with your horse so you knew your parents wouldn’t question you being down there. 

You should have known being that comfortable sneaking around was just asking to be caught. And sure enough, you were.

“(Y/N)? Who is this?”

You fucking twitched. When you turned around you saw your father standing behind you with a look of concern on his face and one of the stable boys watching the whole thing go down. You had given him some money earlier to keep his mouth shut and he sure was getting more than he asked for.

“Howdy mister!” Arthur waved and stepped past you. “Remember me? I stopped by here a while back to ask for some directions.”

Your father squinted and reluctantly shook his hand. Suddenly realization spread across his features as it all clicked. “Oh! Yes!” He laughed and clapped Arthur’s shoulder. “How have you been? Ever find your way?”

“Sure did, thanks to you. I was in town and was asking around, looking to buy some good horses, and a few folks told me you were the man to talk to.” You looked at Arthur with parted lips, in shock at how good of a liar he was. He turned a potential disaster into the most casual and normal interaction without the slightest effort. It was kind of scary.

Your father laughed and nodded, crossing his arms proudly. “You’ve come to the right place, follow me.” 

Arthur tossed you a wink and you had to smile then, dumbfounded by how smoothly the whole thing went.

***

After your father had whisked Arthur away to the expensive section of your stables you went back home. Your mother was preparing dinner along with one of the ranch hands, which surprised you. When you questioned why he was there she explained he was making his mother’s famous gumbo, your mother insisted upon it after she had sent some over to your family. 

When dinner rolled around your father made it back just in time, a surprise guest at his heels. 

“Jane, you remember this man, don’t you? He was the fellow on the white horse who asked for directions to-”

“Of course I do!” She wiped her hands with a kitchen rag, walking into the main room where the two men stood. 

You stood up from the kitchen table to watch the whole thing play out, locking eyes with Arthur who just shrugged.

“He came down today to buy a horse from us!” Your father said as he closed the front door behind them. “And to congratulate him on his purchase I’ve invited him to stay for dinner.”

Your mother smiled happily, it wasn’t often you had visitors that weren’t your families prude friends or relatives. “Good! We’re having gumbo tonight, Thomas is cooking his mother’s very own recipe.”

“Oh!” Your father raised his brows. “The one she sent over yesterday?”

“That’s the one.” 

“Brilliant! I loved that.” 

The two of them talked for a while before Thomas announced the soup was done and your mother went back into the kitchen to help him serve. Your father excused himself to wash up, telling you and his guest to have a seat in the dining room.

You sat down next to Arthur and gave him a look. 

“What?” When he finally noticed you looking at him he furrowed his brows.

“How did you manage that?”

“Manage what?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Come on. You’re the best liar I’ve ever met.”

Arthur shrugged, taking the glass of water that Thomas set down in front of him.

 “You must not of met a lot of people then.”

“All right, then. Keep your secrets.” 

He chuckled and set the glass back down on the table after taking a few generous sips. “Before we almost got ourselves killed, I was going to give you somethin’.” Another gift? He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. “Don’t let anyone see that.” He added with a whisper since Thomas had walked in with the rest of the drinks. 

You smiled at him and slowly unfolded the paper in your lap under the table. Once you had it done you squinted before realizing it was upside down. You flipped it the right way and your face was suddenly burning. Your breath caught in your throat as you took it all in, quickly folding it back up when your mother walked into the room carrying the giant pot of soup. 

The urge to punch him was strong. Why did he have to give that to you then? Why couldn’t he wait? You slipped the paper in the front pocket of your dress and cleared your throat. 

Arthur chuckled and took another sip of water, smiling sweetly at your mother as she started filling everyone's bowls. “Thank you, ma’am.” 

It was impossible to get the image out of your head. It was a drawing of you, completely naked, lying on your stomach with your head resting on your folded arms, your legs kicked up and locked at the ankles. You were looking directly into the viewer’s eyes with a wicked smirk on your face, some of your hair in your face. Once again you looked utterly magnificent, your body drawn in a way that accentuated every part of you perfectly. If it wasn’t a drawing of you, you probably would have gotten off to it. You probably would anyway, knowing Arthur was the one who drew it.

“What horse did you end up buying, Mr…”

“Arthur. The young brown mustang, think your husband called him Taro.”

Your mother nodded and sat down at the opposite end of the table when she was finally done serving. You wished she would let you help with dinner but she was firm in her belief, not allowing you or your father to help her in the slightest.

It was another ten minutes before your father finally joined you, taking his seat beside his wife. “Please excuse me, got carried away with my hair again.” He laughed and eagerly started eating. Your mother shared a laugh with him, chiding him lightly about how vain he was.

Most of dinner was fine, you all talked about the usual dinner subjects such as work, the weather, and town gossip. You barely paid attention though, the image of you drawn naked was stuck in your mind, along with the idea of Arthur drawing it. You wondered if he had done it in the heat of a lust filled moment or if it was just something normal to him.

What finally snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of a hand on your knee. You brushed it off at first, it seemed innocent enough, he had done it plenty of times before when the two of you laid together. It wasn’t inherently sexual.

But then he moved his hand lower, brushing his fingers against the hem of your dress. You looked at him with a subtle glance but he refused to acknowledge you at all. 

Crossing your legs you tried to get him to stop but that didn’t deter the cowboy at all. He pulled your dress up just enough to slip his hand under the fabric, then let the hem fall back down over his arm. You wanted to curse him out but you held your tongue and tried to act as natural as possible, taking another spoonful of soup into your mouth. 

“So, Arthur, you never told us what you do for a living.” Your father said after sending one of the kitchen maids to bring out a bottle of wine.

His hand traveled up to your thighs, his fingers gently rubbing circles over your skin. “Oh, well, it’s nothin’ excitin’. I work for a man collecting debts from people. Good money.”

“Oh!” Your father acted impressed, shrugging and exchanging a look with your mother. 

“If that isn’t exciting, I wonder what is to you!” Your mother laughed and so did your father.

‘Maybe fingering your daughter five feet away from you.’ You thought as you shifted in your seat, thankful for how high the table was. If it was any lower surely they would see that the lower half of his arm was extended towards you.

Slowly, extremely slowly, his hand continued it’s journey upwards. You forced yourself to keep a straight face, even when you felt the tips of his fingers brush against your panties. ‘No problem,’ you told yourself, feeling him pull the fabric aside so he could touch you better. ‘No big deal.’

Arthur rubbed slow circles into your clit with a firm amount of pressure, but not quick or firm enough to get you anywhere fast. And he knew it, too. He ate his second bowl of soup just as normally as he did the first, showing no signs of the fact that his fingers were about to be stuffed inside of you. 

You liked to think you looked just as calm as he did. You had finished your soup and were waiting for everyone else to so your mother could bring out dessert, and then you could finally leave the table. If only Arthur would hurry up and finish his meal. 

The small talk carried on and left almost no silence which worked to your advantage. If they were quiet they probably would hear how fast your breathing had gotten, especially when Arthur pushed that first finger inside of you. You had to practically bite through your tongue to keep the moan silenced. 

“(Y/N), you’re quiet, for once. Are you sick?” Your father joked and everyone laughed, including Arthur. That bastard. 

“I’m fine, just like listening to you all talk.” You said quickly, surprised at how even and calm your voice sounded. Almost as if you weren’t being finger fucked. 

That seemed to satisfy them enough and they carried on with conversation.

Normally at dinner, you rarely drank any wine, since you were never able to just have one glass. It always led to two, or sometimes even three, and you would end up passed out on your bed hours before you usually would. But tonight you happily drank, finishing the second glass right as Arthur had two fingers curling inside of you. 

As hard as you tried not to let yourself orgasm you could feel it approaching rapidly. Arthur could too, noting how your chest rose and fell and how you were twitching around his fingers. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath, before he was right back at it, quicker than before. He had a hard-on of his own but with his belt and gun holster in the way, no one would have the slightest idea, even if they looked right at his crotch. Lucky him.

“Are we ready for dessert?” Your mother's voice scared you out of your wits and you jumped. 

“Yes!” You laughed to draw attention away from the fact that you almost spilled your wine. 

She left along with the kitchen maid, directing her to get together new sets of dishes. 

His fingers curled quicker as he sipped on his wine, keeping his eyes anywhere but your father or you. Your father kept up the small talk, allowing you to give yourself the time to focus on having a discreet and quiet orgasm. 

You slowed your breathing as you felt it coming, gripping Arthur’s arm under the table with your left hand as you curled your other hand into a fist around your dress. He looked down at you for a split second, savoring the sight of you as best as he could before he forced himself to look away as to not look suspicious. He gave you a few more deep pumps before you came. The heat and tingles exploded, rippling from your clit and inside your body to your entire form. You bit your lip and looked down, sinking your nails into the skin of his arm. The waves of pleasure that coursed through your body were enough to make anyone scream but you kept your mouth shut and posture still. 

When it finally finished you sat back in your seat, running a hand through your hair as you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead when your father wasn't looking. Arthur smirked at you and you threw him the angriest glare you could, but you couldn’t keep it for long. When he chuckled you broke out into a smile and you had to look away so you didn’t laugh.

“Here it is!” Your mother said proudly as she carried the pecan pie into the dining room. “Took me all day!” 

Arthur made a show of looking impressed and your father praised your mother's cooking to no end, telling her that she was the best cook in the whole west. She smiled proudly and served everyone's plates. Thank god you had already came and Arthur’s hand was back where it belonged.

“I’m going to make you regret that.” You whispered to Arthur as your mother talked about how hard it was to find enough pecans. 

“Lookin’ forward to it.”

[youmeanlove]

UM. i litrally havnt written in abt 1 year so pls........ this is jus a rough draft i didnt edit 2 remind me that i know english i promise ill get betterHFJKSF if any of u say anything mean ill straight up hijack a yacht and crash it. put me on a list governmence....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. my insert is dominik bc i cant handle using my own name in this kinda stuff 

“You know...I don’t think we ever had a prom.”

“Huh? Yeah, we did. It was, uh..with the dinosaurs, or somethin’. ‘Run With, uh...The Guys’—“

“Walk with the Promosaurs - No, I mean we had one, but..” Dominik propped himself up off the bed on an elbow. He quickly grew tired of the ‘effort’ and flopped back onto Matt’s chest. “Like..we never had one.”

Matt winced at the sudden impact of his whole ass boyfriend on his whole ass solar plexus before resuming his ever-present grumpy squint at the sun peeking through his blinds. “....What, did you want to go? You said it was-“ he used the hand not trapped beneath his boyfriend to tug at the collar of his hoodie, putting on a more nasal tone of voice for an abhorrent impersonation of his boyfriend. “ - ’Just some exhibitionist fantasy for all the student body kids to guh-guh-grind on each other for an hour’.”

Dominik quickly slapped Matt’s hand away, expression feigning one of serious offense. “I don’t s..sound like that!” His hesitation only encouraged Matt’s laughter and Dominik shifted even more of his weight onto THAT GUY, making sure his hip was especially bony in Matt’s side. “I stand by that! but why should we miss out on a good time just cause the kids w-uh..with the pom poms won’t shut up?”

“Not going was your idea, poser! ‘ts not like we woulda danced anyway.” A pause. “Too lame.”

A lopsided frown crept its way onto Dominik’s face, despite the giggles bubbling up as Matt shoved his hand beneath his hip. For cushioning. Duh. “We so would have danced...It-“ The bang of a door closing downstairs startled the both of them before they has a chance to say more. At least for a minute or two.

Once they could breathe again (Run-ins with either of the boys’ families never proved the best when the two were together) Dominik gave Matt’s forehead a pat and rolled back onto his side, cheek mushed into a pillow.

“We so would have danced,” he repeated. “Like.. check it.” His hands moved to take Matt’s, fingers interlocking as he pulled their arms side to side. “That we are living! In a material world! And I am a m..material girl!” Matt’s immediate protests were cut off with an even louder tone deaf serenade. “Only boys that somethin’ pennies somethin’ somethin’ day-ay!”

It was only a few seconds before Matt started to mumble along, head bopping as best as he could from his position on the bed. He shifted closer to Dom - close enough that they both had to cross their eyes to see each other. “Li-ving. In a material. World.” His voice was rough from misuse and soft-spokenness, but Madonna wouldn’t care. She probably would, actually, but Matt could care less about Madonna! Or something like that. “If you really care that much, we could go next year.” He attempted to pull Dominik’s hands in the opposite direction. “We’d have to flunk this year, though. Do a repeat.”

“How romantic,” Dominik teased. “Failing all his classes, just f-for me and my slow dance. I’d do that for you. Probably. ‘cause I like you.” Matt opted out of a response - Out loud, at least. The blush creeping up to his cheeks told a different story - with another hum. “Or we could sneak in..That’ll be easier.”

“Gettin’ attacked by a school security g..guard is way easier, yeah.”

“I mean..I’d totally get arrested for your prom. ‘cause I like you, too.”

UHHH AND THEN THEY LIKE FUCKING DIE OR WHATEVER I GUESS BYE LOL.dont look at me.....

[binxisaphe]

Binxi sat alone amongst the ruins of the circles of answering. Setting sun basking it in shades of orange and long shadows. The diminutive Keeper was fond of this site. Often found here training alone, or lost in meditation sitting amidst the rubble left behind. The site was elevated. High enough to enjoy the breeze that passed through the towering peaks of Gyr Abania.

 The feel of the wind was one thing he missed. The forest that bordered these lands, the self same woods he called home. They could be stifling. The dense vegetation of the shroud didn't leave much for the wind to flow through.

 It was why he often left the forest to meditate. Like he was doing now. Legs crossed under him. Eyes shut. The gates of his chakra opened wide letting aether free flow through him. He was completely still in this. With the exception of beads passing through forefinger and thumb at sequenced intervals. 

(Un)fortunately for Binxi, a T'yoshi was also there for a while longer than he has, also meditating and completely still. Her chakras all open allowing her aether to flow free, but upon sensing Binxi's aether, her own aether flared as if out of anger, like a fiery hurricane about to hit. Muscles tensed, veins appearing. She still remembers, Binxi. She still remembers.

The sudden surge of power. It invaded the calm blank nothing that was his mind. Distracting him. His hand froze on the beads as he stopped count and recitation of his mantra. It was a wonder he didn't notice another before the surge of aether, especially one already opened to the gifts of Rhalgr like they where. But he recognized it for what it was, if not to whom is belonged to.

 Mulling it over he sighed, taking the length of beads and rewrapping them around his forearm. Letting go his hold on his chakra and allowing gates to slide shut one after the next until none remained open. His eyes slowly opening as he looked around. He didn't see anyone else in the failing light. Leisurely the small Keeper got to his feet. Dusting off his pants before he causally walked in the direction of the aether surge. Curiosity once again getting the better of him.

 Rounding a pillar, or what was left of one. He saw her there sitting as he had. In meditation. He hadn't seen T'yoshi since the last operation was carried out in the tunnels. Canting his head, he stood watching the woman. Wondering if she had even noticed his approach now that he had let go of the power of his gifts. Leaning against the pillar, he decided to call to her instead of approaching. "I did not know you where here Sister." 

The surge of raging aether subsided as the scarred monk of a Seeker does not meet Binxi's gaze, but it still surrounds T'yoshi like a fiery windy barrier. "Neither did I, Brother." She said the last part forcefully, with an angry undertone.

Keeping his eyes on T'yoshi he tapped his chin in thought as he chose his next words carefully. He spoke slow and deliberate. "You sound strained Yoshi. Somethin' botherin' you?"

 His voice and expression where friendly, but it didn't match his eyes. Pale silver orbs keeping vigilant watch on the Seeker. Even though he felt the surge of power subside, he could still tell she held onto it.

"I am talking to him." She opened one of her eyes, showing a very angry glare aimed at Binxi.

He snorted at her response, head shaking slowly as she glared at him. If the glare was suppose to cow him, it didn't seem to work in the slightest. He chewed on his lower lip in thought. He knew exactly why she was mad at him, debating to play the fool or confront her on it was the decision he was battling with. The latter won out. He didn't return the heated glare with anything but genuine curiosity. "So you're still upset over that? I am not sure why."

"...You killed an unarmed and surrendered imperial soldier in cold blood. You clearly defied Alliance orders, and you don't seem to care. It is only fortunate that you left before the leaders arrested you alongside that Elezen traitor." Yoshi took a deep breath, stood up, and faced Binxi straight in the eye, starting to walk towards him. "And the worst part was that I stayed quiet. Out of respect, for you being a brother Fist of Rhalgr, and Elder Tigre's pupil." Yoshi stands tall at five fulms and seven, possibly eight ilms. Tall for a female Miqo'te like herself. "I am basically harboring a criminal."

"Yes, I killed my enemy." He didn't deny it. His tone was flat. Even. He kept any emotion from it. "I suppose I did defy orders, but that has been handled. My pay has be cut until further notice. So no, you are not harborin' a criminal. " He watched as she stood and turned to face him before walking closer. 

 He remained leaning against the pillar. "And to be fair I never asked you to do me any favors. But I guess thanks anyways?" He shrugged it off. "Perhaps if this was a normal war. I'd of not dispatched him. But this isn't a normal war T'yoshi. You understand this yes? To me so few fail to realize this with how quickly we are willing to turn on ourselves and sentence our own to death. Blind to the truth."

"Truth? What truth? That, let me guess, all imperials are evil, grunts or otherwise? That you wasted potential information that could be useful to the Alliance? Tell me Binxi, what is the 'truth' to this war?" T'yoshi's tone rose and grew more angry with each word.

"That its not that simply they wish to defeat us. They want to eradicate us, or was proof of them draggin' the hound from Menphina not enough for you. This isn't just a fight to defend lands, or countries, boarders. Its a fight for survival, a right to live." He waved T'yoshi off, turning his back towards her as he took a few steps away from the woman. "You are naive enough to think they'd talk, tell anyone anythin' of import? Not likely. You do know what legion that is on Ala Mhigo's doorstep don’t you? They already think us weak, soft. We'll spare their lives and keep them fed an safe even if they reveal us nothin', so long as they surrender." 

 He paused, looking out towards the forest. "Do you know what happens to us, If we surrender to them? Ever have the misfortune of being a prisoner of Garlemald? What I did was a mercy compared to what they've done."

She remained silent the whole way through, although her expression doesn't seem to change. Her chakra seemed to calm down however. Perhaps Binxi's extremist words are somehow ringing to her. Garlemald won't stop until all Eorzeans are dead. So why bother accepting their surrender? 

 "So it's better to kill every imperial then. After all it's a fight for survival. Kill or be killed." T'yoshi brought out a smile...an eerily calm smile, as she walked towards Binxi. 

 "Maybe I have been too naive after all, Binxi. After all I've never tried to kill, and I have been a lousy soldier. My sister is a better soldier than me." She stops walking, when she is exactly one ilm away from Binxi. She slowly and quietly brought a fist towards Binxi's back, just enough to not make physical contact. 

"However...mercy or not..." And boom, in an instant, T'yoshi opens all her 6 chakra gates and unleashes a powerful fiery one-ilm punch right into Binxi's back. "...That is not enough to be absolved by me."

The keeper kept his eyes towards the forest to the west. Watching the suns last rays pass over the top of the trees. Minutes now and it would be gone from sight. The sky taken by darkness. Despite it all, his calm even tone of voice, casual demeanor. T'yoshi had him on guard since the moment she spoke to him. He had already been wary of the woman. 

 His ears flickered at the sounds of her footsteps crunching sand and rubble underneath. The sudden calming of her gifts. How suddenly agreeable the woman was to his words when a moment before they where hard to swallow. He didn't trust any of it. Least of all the woman at his back. His own gates flung wide, releasing the flood of aether through his veins. Grasping for it, forcing it. Binxi forced it into the only aspect he knew. Air. Empowering him to move faster then should be possible, until he expelled it in a powerful gust of wind. Kicking up sand and rubble, screening the both of them. Reducing visibility almost to nil. 

Her fist would of found nothing. He was already gone. Slamming shut his gates as soon as they opened, the wind dying and sand falling without his control. He was no where in sight. Faint hastened footsteps reverberated off the ruins with no discernible direction to which way. Then there was silence. Until Binxi finally called towards her, his voice echoing off the ruins as well. Making it difficult to tell where he was. "You wish to do me harm, Sister?"

Yoshi does not react in outright anger. Instead she caaaalmly straightens herself, with tranquil fury apparent on her face. She also closes her own gates, possibly so she can be able to sneak up on Binxi. Hearing his voice echoing through the ruins, she pursed her lips. She didn't like hurting a fellow Fist like this, but his methods are too extreme. They may not be best suited for a Fist of Rhalgr. 

 "Tell me, Binxi. Does Elder Tigre know of your folly? By killing a surrendered soldier, you are giving truth to their claim that we are savages. Do you truly wish to continue on with that knowledge, Brother?" 

 She then hopped off the Circles of Answering, almost looking like she was flying elegantly before landing on her two feet in front of Schism, slowly walking a bit before turning her head back to the temple. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and tries to sense Binxi's aether. 

 "Know that I don't wont to do this. You seem more fit to be a soldier than a Fist, in my eyes at least." Her voice is calm, but she does feel pained towards Binxi. Why does he have to be the way he is? She fears he may be going down a dark path from which he may never come back.

The keeper's laughter echoed off the walls of the darkened ruins. The sun had finished its descent past the horizon and the shroud of night was settling in. Which only aided the nocturnal Miqo'te. His pale silver eyes could pierce into the darkness where his diurnal cousin's could not. 

 "Wrong." The single word bounced back towards   T'yoshi followed by a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I wonder where this silly notion came from. You honestly believe that is the reason they call us savages? The Empire does the same and worse, no Sister. That is not why they call us that." 

 There was another pause but this time he started again giving the woman no time to interject a answer. "They call us savages because they believe us to be primitive and inferior to them. Our countries, our cultures, our way of life. It does not fit with their grand design of world conquest. Instead they would see us subjugated and shown a better way to live, a less 'savage' way to live. If you truly wish to rid yourself of the imposed title of savage, all you to do is submit to them and give up everythin'. Become another functional piece in their grand machine that is the empire." 

 "Me on the other hand. I will continue to fight, to resist. To be a 'savage'." The silence returned, only broken by the soft sound of skittering feet. The sounds of them reverberated of the wall still offering little to no direction other than he had retreated deeper into the temple ruins. 

 His voice echoed back towards her. This time filled with amusement and curiosity. "Tell me Sister. What is it you mean to do, that you do not want to?"

The seeker clenched her fists, emanating with a fiery aether, before walking inside the temple ruins, listening to Binxi's words. To his question she replied, with a serious yet sad tone. 

 "...To seal your fists. Or break them. Because I do not thin you are worthy of His art." Even with the bale of darkness setting in, it did not frighten the diurnal woman. She had grown up in a mixed nomadic tribe, and she can use her own aether as a radar or sonar. Upon stepping inside, her voice echoes through its walls. Unknown to her there are shadowy figures that have been spying them from the shadows up above, eavesdropping. One of them speaks into a linkpearl, relaying information. 

 "You did not answer my first question, Brother. Does Elder Tigre know of what happened? I cannot believe you had been left off with a mere pay cut. You should have at least spent time in the gallows for that war crime, or even stripped of your rank and fired." Her chakra flared in her rising anger, alongside a singular...shadow chakra..hidden but unlocked inside herself, that she herself hid. "You sound as if you were one of the extremists that attacked at the Levinfist hosted at this very temple, or even one of the Griffin's men." 

 She then paused and tried to calm down, but then started again without giving the man a time to interject, as payback, while at the same time looking down into the abyss on the path between the entrance and the inner sanctum. "Maybe your views are justified. I am sorry if you or a friend happened to have been a former prisoner of Garlemald. But your words cannot absolve you of your actions. If I talked that day, you would probably not even be here anymore. Your actions helped put everything at risk, and they caused the chaos that also put that one Ishgardian against his people. You endanger everything we’ve worked for."

She remained silent as she entered the inner sanctum, staring up at the large statues before closing her eyes. Did she really have the right to be speaking all this? Maybe people, even herself are blind to the truth. She truly does consider Binxi's words, but then she opens her eyes, possibly also metaphorically. Is she really just a regular student at this point? Maybe it's time for her to move on up. As she calms down, her singular shadow chakra also closes. Last time Binxi probably saw Yoshi before tonight, she had 5 light chakras...was there a 6th chakra waiting to be open..? Or possibly the 7th...it is unclear. 

Speaking with a curious tone of her own, she asks, "Tell me, Brother. Why did you choose to become a Monk, let alone a Fist of Rhalgr? Did you truly wish to help people, or are you harboring a darker vendetta? Revenge? Envy? I want the honest truth, Binxi. I wanted to become a Monk because not only did I want to be strong, but it was to protect my friends and family. But I also did it without trying to kill. Call me a lousy soldier, but I am glad I did not stick with becoming a soldier, because ever since I became a Fist, I have grown, lived, and fought. Even now I struggle to overcome past and present weaknesses. I still bear the scars, all physical, emotional and mental of when I fought in the Revolution." She raised a scarred arm clenched into a fist. "I have my fellow brothers and sisters, especially my mentor, Elder Singing Stream, whose words and training still echo in me to this sun." She then lowered her fist. 

 "They have guided me on a path of light, Binxi. I fear that you tread a path of darkness, and soon there may be a point of no return. I am not fearful of you, Brother. I am fearful FOR you. So tell me, why did you become a Monk?"

The scrabbling sounds of boots and hands on stone could be easily heard as T'yoshi made her way into the temple. But the Keeper would still be nowhere in sight. The sounds instantly dying as she continued speaking and made her way into the temple. To his credit the Keeper did well to keep himself hidden.

 Although it took effort on his part to not outright berate the woman. Her words burned his ears as irritation rose up in him. Forcing himself to bite his tongue as he tracked the woman through the temple, she was making it easy on him. Holding on to her chakras like she was, it was like a blazing beacon in the night. It wasn't until she entered the inner sanctum and finished speaking, questioning him yet again did he finally speak up. 

 "No. Worren doesn't know." He was using the echoing sound of his own voice to mask his exertions and the continued sounds of his boots scraping on the old stones of the temple. "And I endangered everythin', how? By killin' another Garlean? You honestly believe that shite you're sayin'? We where to strip them of their armor and lead them bound. So tell me how where we to collect this precious information I supposedly robbed everyone of? If you'd have half the sense to think for yourself, you would of realized we couldn't've  managed escortin' them back quickly enough. Not with the amount of wounded we had. So we would of been found and they rescued by their allies that where quickly pushin' back into the tunnels. You're right..." He took a moment to quell his irritation, pushing all emotions aside as he continued. 

"...you are a lousy solider. Would you have preferred them to be freed and allowed to rejoin their ranks to have another chance at killin' another Eorzean!? While we perish or end up as prisoners?!" Binxi puased giving himself a break. Catching his breath before continued. "And that Ishgardian that you oddly enough lay the blame at my feet for. He was the one that struck down a prison first. Not I, I was merely followin' his lead since he came to the same realization I did a moment faster. It was a shame his own turned on him so quickly. Like a pack of rabid dogs. As for my own, I was ordered to remain silent then to leave. They gave out a punishment they thought was deservin' of the circumstance."

The keeper looked down into the darkness of the schism from where he clung. If T'yoshi hadn't noticed yet, she would definitely realize where he was soon. "As for my path leading into 'darkness'..." He said the words mockingly, glancing back up towards one of the holes in the roof of the schism. That was his exit. He had been scaling one of the pillars towards the ceiling. "Id be more concerned about you. A path of light you walk? Can't be too well lit if you just decide you're going to attack your brethren from behind unprovoked. In an attempt to maim them on some rage induced self righteous quest to pass judgment and deliver punishment. Real pious of you." 

 Binxi felt he had wasted enough words on her. Unblocking the aether flow from his chakras, he propelled himself off the pillar towards one of the holes in the ceiling. Focusing the Air aspected aether he controlled to send him upwards with a powerful gust of wind. Once in he reach he grappled for a handhold desperately, barely finding one in time before he almost plummeted into the abyss of the schism. Hanging from the hold he found in the roof he looked back down into the abyss and called out his farewell. "Farewell T'yoshi. Hopefully the next time we meet you have better control of your emotions." Turning his attention upward Binxi began to finish the climb up and out of the roof of the temple.

((Rp logs from a scene between Binxi and T’yoshi ( @team-nysa ) that went down in the Monk Discord.))

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Chapter 3: Big News

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Richie Sambora x Reader

Summary: Richie calls her up and has big news he has to tell her in person. 

Warnings: None? Neck kissing? slight angst.

You picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetheart, Ive got some news and I have to see you. So, can I come get you and lets go to a drive in movie?"

"Sure if I get to pick."

"of course darlin."

You smiled, "ok I'll go get ready."

"Sounds great, see you in a bit."

You set the phone on the reciever and quicky got ready. 

You ran out the door  towards his car, his jacket in hand when he pulled up. He sped away after you hopped in. 

"Okay so what is it?" you asked.

"I'll tell you in a bit. Do you have any idea whats playin?"

"I know The Outsiders is. I wanna see it."

"Of course you do."

"No seriously, Im sure you'll like it too."

He smiled, "alright outsiders it is and all the popcorn you can eat."

When you finally got parked and was waiting on the movie to start you looked at him, "okay now tell me."

"Well I went and seen the band play that my friend told me about right?"

You nodded.

"The front man his name is John Bongiovi so they just named the band Bon Jovi. I seen them play and Jon he has real talent man. I mean, that kid really has somethin. I dont know if you've heard it or not but he has a song out right now called Runaway. Its been a big hit so far so he's trying to get a band together. I went to one practice and he thought I complimented the band nicely so he hired me. We've already started writing. Man, I cant believe it. Ive been in bands before but nothing like this. I think this is the real deal."

You smiled, "that so cool!"

"Yeah!"

Your smiled fell as you thought and looked down. He reached over and gently rubbed your arm.

"Hey, whats wrong?"

"I was just thinking... I mean, Ive seen what fame does to people. Especially rockstars. Hot ones at that. You'll soon forget all about me and... I dunno... I guess Im just bummed out....."

He scooted closer, "what're you talkin bout? no way."

"Girls are gonna throw themselves at you. Way more than they already do now. You know it, I know it. Theyre so beautiful... and Im just some tomboy from New Jersey."

"Yeah but I like you because you're you. You're plenty beautiful and personality to boot. Dont worry about that. Jon has been with his girl since high school."

You smiled and looked at him, "yeah?"

He nodded, "so dont worry. Besides, they dont mean anything anyway."

"I know but..."

"Im just sayin..."

"So you're planning to do them anyway?"

"I never said that"

"I know but youre making excuses"

"No. Im saying if I do something stupid then they still mean nothing and will probably never see them again but you'll always be my girl no matter what. I'll always come home to you."

You looked down, not ever wanting to share him at all with anyone. He sighed and sat back in his seat, feeling like shit. He rubbed his face in frustration and stared at the screen silently as the movie started.

"If you want me to take you home I understand," he said calmly.

You moved over close to him and cuddled up to him silently. He wrapped his arm around you and softly caressed your arm. 

When the movie was over he looked down and you were asleep on him. He smiled and covered you up with his jacket before cranking the car and driving you back home. He parked in front of your house and sat there a few minutes just watching you before kissing your head and speaking softly, rubbing your back.

"Hey... Wake up darlin. You're home now."

"hmm?" you asked as you looked up at him.

"I brought you home."

"Oh... I guess I fell asleep during the movie. Im sorry. Not been able to sleep because of finals and graduation is coming up in a couple months."

"When? I'll come."

"18th of may."

"I'll remember that."

"You better," you smirked.

He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you softly. You kissed him back tiredly. "Come over tomorrow...." he said.

"I dont know where you live..."

"Fair point..."

You nuzzled his chest, "why?"

He shrugged, "to just hang out. Jon's gonna be comin over to write and I wanted you to meet him."

You looked up at him, "Wont I just be a third wheel?"

He hummed, "we could double date sometime. Or you can come to practice or the studio. Sometimes Dorothea comes with him."

You nodded and kissed his cheek, "alright. I wouldn't mind that."

He smiled and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes and hummed. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat and the sound of him breathing. You couldnt stand it and lifted your head, kissing his neck. He moaned softly and shifted. You smiled and pressed into his side. He cleared his throat and you stopped, looking up at him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He looked at you softly, pained and kissed your forehead softly, "I think its time you go."

"Why??"

He clenched his jaw and swallowed, "please...."

You looked down and moved to leave. He reached and pulled you by your arm to kiss you deeply one last time.

"Goodnight.... and no, you did nothing wrong."

You nodded and then turned to leave, handing him his jacket before closing the door and walking  up your driveway. He watched you leave and get inside safely before he hit the steering wheel and drove back home.

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Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader Fingerpainting

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Cursing(as usaual, ya’ll know I gots a potty mouth from hell) and teetH ROTTING COTTON CANDY FLAVORED FLUFF. Daddy! Bucky has my whole heart.

Growing up, your household had been vibrant, drenched in color, music filling every nook and cranny. Your mother had been something of a free spirit; You’d been raised on Fleetwood Mac and Jimmi Hendrix, on dancing in circles and bubbling laughter. Now, as an adult you cherished those memories, they we’re such a big part of who you are. And as a mother yourself, you made sure the tradition had continued on.

Made sure your children grew up with that same magical wonder that you had.

It’s what Bucky had noticed about you first, that sparkle in your (y/c) eyes, the curiosity and mischievousness. Cat like, as he liked to refer to them. You we’re his little cat; playful and full of life. And yeah, you had a vicious set of claws, but mostly you liked to be stroked. Both figuratively and literally.

You had this way about you, one that was like sunshine. That bubbly laughter of your contagious, your dimpled smile blinding.

Falling completely fucking in love with you had been easy, natural. He instinctively sought your light and you were more then willing to share it with him, give it to him. Light him up from the inside in a way that made him get a little awestruck because he’d never thought that he’d ever find something like you. He’d accepted the frigidness that had consumed him and here you came, like an Indian summer. All plump curves and saccharine words and butterfly kisses.

And he assumed that it couldn’t get any better; to have a woman that truly deeply loved him. Despite everything… well, what could top that?

And then you’d gotten pregnant and proceeded to set his universe into technicolor chaos once more. He hadn’t even realized he could still have children, that that was still an option for him.

You gifted him with something he hadn’t even realize he’d been craving; his first child. A daughter.

Faye Rebecca Barnes.

Who had your eyes, same spark and everything. But his pretty little up turned nose and his thick, dark hair. She was a tiny hummingbird of a girl, as soon as she could walk she was off in all directions; and he followed close behind, like he always would. Where there was Faye’s chiming laughter, Bucky was close by. The bond that those two had…was something that you couldn’t even fathom sometimes. It was beautiful, to watch them. To know that you had helped to create something so pure.

…Two somethings so pure. Your stomach had never been flat; had always been plush and jiggly, but at the moment it strained out round and firmly, stretching your skin taught. Like some had stuck a basketball under your shirt.

They say pregnancy the second time around is easier. Fucking hah, who ever said that didn’t have a three year old darting around. But still- you tried to stay positive. Tried to focus more on the beautiful parts of pregnancy…even though the ugly, irritating ones came in spades. Oh, how you desperately fucking missed not having to pee every ten minutes.

Baby Barnes number two had made it a game to tap dance on your bladder.

It’s a stormy Wednesday afternoon, nothing particularly exciting or special going on: you’re sitting on the living room floor because its the only place you can seem o get comfortable with Faye, the large glass coffee table in front of you littered with oil pastes and colored pencils. Discarded papers blotches with swirls of color dispersed all over as the two of you drew idly. Bucky was laying on the couch behind you, the one that you lean against, reading the newspaper as Dumbo played on the flat screen in the background.

“Mommy what’s your favorite animal?” Faye inquires, not looking up from her paper and the long erratic strokes she’s making with a teal colored pencil. She was only three, and she’d seemed to inherit your “artistic nature” as Buck liked to call it.

“Seahorses…Or maybe flamingos. I cant decide” You scrunch your nose, focused on your own art. Sunsets and constellations stare back at you, you use your thumb to blend the smooth pastel colors into one hypnotic shade. “What’s yours, Honeybee?”

“Mermaids” Faye shrugs as though its obvious “I like pink elephants too”

From behind the newspaper, Bucky has a large grin on his face. Shaking his head a little at the two of you.

“Is that why we’ve been watching Dumbo on repeat?” He wonders, his gruff voice amused as he reads an article on ‘Stark Industries new Holliday Season Technology.’

“It’s my favorite” Faye nods. Favorite of the week, that is. Last week had been the Aristocats, the week before that Moana.

Bucky could literally sing “Your Welcome” from start to finish. Faye insisted her father be Maui for the upcoming Halloween because he had “pretty hair” just like him. You’d laughed HARD at that, but whispered to him that you wouldn’t mind seeing him only in a grass skirt, your tone had him grabbing at your plump ass.

“Really? It used to scare me a little bit. Especially the pink elephants on parade part. Super trippy if you ask me” You laugh, looking up from your page at your daughter. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head,

“I like 'em. I think they pretty” The three year old defends.

“It does make my head spin a little. I remember reading somethin’ about Walt Disney being all hopped up on dr-” Bucky stops himself, shooting Faye a look “-…Sugar, when he made a lot of these movies”

You laugh. It’s uncanny how similar it sounds to your daughters.

Bucky thinks that’s part of a reason the little girl has such a tight hold on his heart. Obviously, she was his child, and he would love her regardless of what she looked like. But the fact that she was a mini version of you was really what got him.

Faye laughed like sunshine too.

“Yeah I’ve heard that too! And it makes so much sense, this was a trip gone bad…or good I guess. Since you know, its a classic” You add.

“A trip to where, mommy?”

You snort and Bucky puts the paper down a little bit so that he can not only see your reaction, but your response. One of his eyebrows raise.

“Umm, to a place where only adults go. We’ll talk about it when your in college?” You test the waters. Even after years, this whole parenting thing was still touch and go to you.

You didn’t think you’d ever fully have it down.

Bucky’s little chortle from behind you makes you turn around and shoot him a glare to which his hand, the metal one, comes down and rubs your shoulder in apology; his cool fingers massaging the muscle near your neck in a way that had you leaning into him.

You still love the feeling of his hands on your skin, still makes goosebumps rise. You hope you never loose this feeing.

Faye, as usual, looses interest with what she’s doing before her movies even over.

“I’m bored” She whines dropping her pencil “I wanna go swing”

“No, Faye. It’s raining and you’ll not only get all muddy, but you’ll get sick” You try to explain to her the reason why your such a kill joy. Of course she doesn’t seem to hear any of it.

“Daddy?”

You breathe through your nose. Of course.

Bucky was what people call “the good parent”. What you said no to, she’d usually be able to convince her father into letting her do.

She really was manipulative for a three year old.

“Where do you think she gets that from?” Nat had taunted once, looking at you with laughing eyes and you’d shoved her shoulder.

“No baby, you’re moms right. You’ll get really sick and then you wont get to go play at Uncle Steves this weekend. And you’ve been so excited to see Noah” Bucky sides with you, trying to convince her with the promise of seeing her god brother, Steve and Sharon’s one year old son.

Faye huffs and pushes her paper away from her so hard that it, along with a few pastels, flies off the table. She then lets her head fall to the glass with a hard thunk, one that made Bucky wince.

“I’m so bored” She cries dramatically. You know how people talk about the terrible two’s? Yeah you we’re starting to think the troublesome threes were worse.

“Do you want to watch a different movie?”

“No”

“You could come help mama make lunch? Chicken fingers, you favorite?”

“No”

“We could go find Kit? I think she’s scared of the thunder, she’s probably under your bed-” Bucky offers, he knows how much Faye loves that cat.

“NO DADDY” Faye interrupts him with a snap.

“Faye Rebecca Barnes, you do not talk to any adults that way, much less your dad. You probably hurt his feelings” Your tone is not cutting, but authoritive . She knows better then that. She doesn’t look up but you hear her sniffle as she turns her head, facing away from you.

You purse your lips, before leaning your own head back, enough that it rests on Buckys thigh. Your eyes closed. Did you hate making her cry(even if you knew she was just faking?) Yes. But you also wanted to make sure she grew up to be a decent member of society that other people could stand. And that meant teaching her that she couldn’t snap to get her way.

Bucky knew that too…he also knew you had way more resolve then him. So instead of making it worse, he kept his mouth closed and let you handle it. Smart man, your husband.

…as the minutes ticked by, the silence a little overwhelming you realized that you too, were bored.

Making you empathize with your little one. Boredom, the death of creativity. It had always made you antsy, being idle. You feel Buck’s hand in your hair, the metal one, and you get a passing idea.

Remembering a time when your mother had let you and your siblings finger paint on her back…

“Hey, Faye” You call to her, and she mutters a small “What” without looking at you. She could pout with the best of them.

Something she’d inherited from both of you.

“Wanna do something fun?” Your voice is eager and it makes both Faye and Bucky give you almost identical looks.

“Like what?”

You just grin and manage to heft yourself off of the floor(with Bucky’s arm steadying you) and waddle out of the living room, towards your art closet.

“Where’s she goin?” Faye questions her father and he shrugs but sits up, anticipating your next move.

“I don’t know, but knowin’ your mother- it’ll be something messy” Bucky guesses as he looks down at Faye, taking a minute to bop her on her little bun. She beams up at him, grabbing at her hair.

“Hey!”

“Sorry pumpkin” He chuckles, before bopping her again. He’s ready for her when she launches herself into his lap.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings” Faye whispers against his scruffy cheek as he holds her.

“It’s okay” Bucky scratches her back lightly “I’m a big boy, I got over it”

“Okay, lets do this” You announce as you come back in the room and both of their heads turn to meet you. In your arms, resting on your stomach, is your plastic container full of washable paints and glitters. Body paint…

“Told you. Messy” Bucky tells Faye who squeals and makes grabby hands at you.

An hour later, you’ve managed to lay the news paper that Buck was reading out on the floor. Protecting your rugs from the splashes of paint. The three of you sit on the hardwood, Bucky has stripped off the hoodie he was wearing and now sits in just his white singlet, holding his metal arm steady and still as you Faye paint on the surface of it. Both of your fingers covered in multicolor paint as they swirl colors onto the sleek metal.

Faye draws purple clouds and orange seahorses(or at least she tries) and you work on an intricate, realistic looking array of wild flowers with a detailed sunflower in the middle of them.

He squirms a little as your fingers trace the edge where his steel shoulder meets warm flesh.

“Don’t move, daddy!” Faye barks at him and you giggle.

“Yeah, daddy” You stress the word, biting your lip and shooting him a devious little smirk that your daughter misses “Don’t move”

“It tickles!” He protests with an exasperated laugh, but stays still all the same. He cant tear his eyes off of you, so concentrated. Little specks of yellow paint smeared on your soft cheek, your belly swollen with his second baby. He reaches out with his flesh hand to rub at the bump tenderly.

You’d given him everything.

“I love you, sweets” He whispers, watching your short fingers delicately trace details into the flowers. You look up, breaking your concentration to smile at him.

“I love you too, Buck” You reach up and press a kiss to his stubbly jaw, then another to his chin. And finally laying a big one on his cheek.

When he feels another set, of smaller lips, press a quick peck to his other cheek his heart swells.

“Love you, daddy” Faye chirps, as she settles back down. “Momma do seahorses have three eyes or four?”

“Four” You answer with a smile.

-Okay I know this wasn’t smut but this was requested and I felt like I needed to write some Dad! Bucky because I love him so much and he’s such a cinnamon roll and wouldn’t he just make the best dad? I wanted their daughters name to be something old fashioned, but still interesting because this Readers an artist and I just think she’d want her children to have unique sounding names? Idk. Enjoy. Cry. Do what you must💘😂