#james; hey kiddo what about me?

[until-the-house-shakes]

Little harry calling Sirius Paddy and Remus Moony and people thinking ‘oh his parents’, but they aren’t. They’re his god parents and he calls his actual dad James, his other dad Reggie, and his mom Firefly.

[danoslvrr]

“kiddo” dad!james kelly x child!reader

-‘๑’- james takes you in as his adopted child.

-‘๑’- warnings ; hurt comfort, reader is a teenager, coping skills, suicide mention, reader has a mental breakdown, james calms reader down, james being a good dad, fluff, fear of abandonment, pet names.

╰┈➤ you sob into the pillow, your body trembling, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to stop the flow of tears. you had yelled at james, your adopted dad, ranting about how he’d abandon you just like your bio parents had, how nobody would ever love you.

of course, this wasn’t true. james loved you as if you were his own, he had known you for most of your life after all. he worried about you, more than anyone else had. he was terrified for you the day you had attempted to take your life because you were worried james would leave you just like your bio parents.

you had your good moments of course. the trauma was still present, but for the most part, you were happy with james. the fear and anxiety still lingered in the back of your mind, the fear of abandonment, but it wasn’t as prevalent.

you and james had gone to the mall earlier, and all of the loud noises and people had stressed you out. for a moment, you had accidentally let go of james’ hand and for about 5 minutes you had lost him. this is what had triggered your breakdown, sending you spiraling so when you got home, you had freaked out completely on james.

now, you were in your room, sobbing still, even though about 10 minutes had passed. james figured he’d let you calm down and in about 5 minutes you would come back out of your cozy space. that wasn’t the case though, and he was beginning to worry.

you heard a knock at the door followed by james’ voice, gentle and soft as ever. “sweetheart?” he asked, not wanting to enter until you gave him the okay. when you didn’t answer, just let out a choked sob, he opened the door and entered the room.

the sight of you crying broke james’ heart into a billion pieces, frowning as he walked over to sit on the bed beside you. “kiddo,” he whispered. “look at me.” his voice was firm, loud enough that you could hear him from where your face was buried in the pillow, but not loud enough to startle you.

he placed a hand on your back hesitantly, prepared to remove it if you asked. you didn’t, and so he softly ran his hand up and down your back in a desperate attempt to soothe you. he sighed. “sweetheart, ‘m not mad at you,” he spoke softly, giving you a weak smile as you finally lifted your head to look up at him.

“you- you’re not?” you asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “no, angel.” he said, smiling at you. “why would i be mad at you, kiddo?” he asked genuinely, a soft look of confusion adorning his tan face. his tattooed hand continued to run up and down your back, but stopped when you flipped over, holding a plushie close to your chest, sniffling still as the tears began to stop.

“i- i freaked out on you and i said you’d abandon me, and it wasn’t okay, and i’m so sorry dad, i’m so, so sorry.” you said quickly, rushing through your words. “hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. i get it. you’ve been through a lot. more than i could imagine, y’know that? it hurts me to see you this way. you’re my kid, and i love you, and i don’t want you to ever think that i’d abandon you. because i won’t.” he whispered, gently petting your hair, soothing your mind.

you closed your eyes, the tears coming to a stop, melting into his hands. he reached down and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “i love you, okay? and i’m not gonna ever leave you, sweetheart.” he said, smiling at you. you wiped your eyes and nodded. “ok, dad. ‘m sorry.” “don’t be sorry kid. let’s go watch a movie, yeah sweetheart? anything you want.”

“ok, dad.”

[harrywavycurly]

Can we get a glimpse of how TND Eddie asked Reader to marry him? I miss them

Hiii lovey!! Awe I miss them too, so in my mind Eddie has this whole thing planned out but this is how I feel like it really went😂 so hope you enjoy this conversation!!💖

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-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

“Hey Jim thanks for coming over.” “It seemed kinda urgent on the phone…she didn’t get arrested or anything did she?” “What? No no…she’s fine she’s upstairs reading or something.” “Okay then…what’s up? What do you need?” “Uhm I just wanted to see if you’d be okay…uh with me…uhm maybe…asking-” “let me stop you right there kiddo…you don’t need my permission to ask her anything okay? You make her happy and that makes me happy.” “I mean you’re like a father to her so figured I’d just ask.” “Well I mean I appreciate it and if it makes you feel better you uh…have my permission…so what’s the ring look like?” “Oh uh here….what do you think? Think she’ll like it?” “Think who will like what?” “Oh shit shit…shit.” “Heyyy sweetheart sorry to uh just drop by like this uhm…I was going to see if you two wanted to go to dinner?” “What’s going on? Why does Eddie look like he’s about to faint?” “He’s fine…right Eddie? You’re…fine?” “What’s that?” “What’s what baby?” “That thing you just put in your pocket Eddie don’t act like I’m an idiot.” “Oh it’s just a receipt….from the store.” “Did…did you just lie to me?” “On that note…nice seeing you two I’ll uhm just go bother Wayne…have a good night.” “Oh like hell you are…no one is leaving this living room until someone tells me what’s going on.” “Nothing is going on baby…come on let’s go make dinner.” “Edward James Munson I have known you almost my whole life so I know when you’re lying so please…stop the bullshit and tell me what’s going on.” “You don’t want him to do that kiddo…trust me.” “What does that even mean?” “Baby please just…let me make you some dinner and then we can watch a movie.” “Oh god she’s about to start crying Eddie…just do it.” “What? I’m not doing it now this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.” “Nothing that has to do with the two of you happens the way it’s supposed to do just do it…before she really starts crying.” “Fine…but I just want you to know sweetheart this…this isn’t how I imagined doing this…” “holy shit you’re…that’s one knee…you’re on one knee…oh my god is that….is that a ring? Are you-” “if you’d give me a minute sweetheart I’ll tell you exactly what I’m doing.” “Right yeah yeah…sorry…uhm…continue.” “Baby…I have loved you since we were teenagers and I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life and…fuck I had this whole speech written down and it’s just…it’s all gone to shit but…I just…want to be your husband if you’d do me the honor of being my wife? Maybe? If you’re interested?” “You’re so romantic… yes I’ll marry you Eddie…I love you.” “Oh thank fuck…I love you too…do you like it?” “It’s beautiful…did Wayne help you pick it out?” “No…I did all by myself.” “You did good.” “Congratulations…uh am I free to go now?” “Oh my god I’m sorry Jim…yes you can leave now…or you can take us out to celebrate?” “Always trying to get free food from me…but fine let’s go before I change my mind but you know if we don’t call Wayne he’s gonna be pissed.” “Calling him now…let’s roll Munson gang!” “Engaged for two minutes and she’s already calling herself a Munson…”

[shakespeare-potter]

Some harry and sirius alternative universe headcanons that i have in my head since like ages part 1

Don't imagine Remus going to the Weasley's house for whatever reason after a couple of years of the worst day in his life

Don't imagine percy and the others being at home and showing him his new pet rat for (again) whatever reason

Don't imagine him IMMEDIATELY realising that who that is

Don't imagine that rat trying to run away seeing him

Don't imagine ginny Weasley being fast as hell and catching him because she's awesome like that

Don't imagine the shock on everyone's faces when remus makes mr rat to come out in his true form

Absolutely do not imagine him trying to manipulate the story again

Don't imagine them just calling Dumbledore and somehow convincing him to convince peter to drink the truth potion ( i forgot the spelling 😭) because remus is kinda suspicious

Do not imagine the truth coming out

Do not imagine sirius sitting in his cell , thinking only of harry , trying to not go absolutely insane in that hell and suddenly finding out that he's having an actual trial

Do not imagine the verdict of the trial putting peter the rat in azkaban and freeing sirius black

Do not imagine him just asking "where is harry?" To remus the SECOND he actually gets out

Do not imagine him lashing out at Dumbledore after finding out about harry being with the dursleys because he knew how much they hated Lily ( i have further headcanons as to why he knew this part but I'll come to those later

Do not imagine harry being 6-7 years old kiddo who lives in the cupboard under the stairs and is making eggs and toast for everyone because aunt petunia said so , with a burnt hand and watching his aunt and uncle loving Dudley and question to himself as to why he isn't worthy enough of that "maybe i should just help aunty more, maybe then she'll let me eat an egg too"- he thinks.

Absolutely do not imagine sirius, remus and Dumbledore paying a visit to harry because there was NO WAY that sirius was going to stay away from him (and ofcourse he takes ALOT of gifts ) ("i gotta make up for the lost time moony")

Do not imagine them going to the house , obviously get shouted at by vernon but somehow forcing their way into the house to see harry

Do not imagine harry being absolutely scared of them because he doesn't know what is happening and why is aunt petunia has locked him in the cupboard again "i didn't even burn anything today"

Do not imagine sirius almost blowing up that cupboard door when he realises that Harry's in there

Don't imagine his heart breaking after seeing his godson, the son of his two bestest friends in that scared terrified state

Don't imagine him gently calling harry "hey bud , you're safe now , you can come out" , and harry just asking him "who are you??" In his tiny little voice ( heart breaking part 2) and sirius just taking out a photo of him, james and lily from their wedding and before he could tell him that he's his Godfather harry asks again "who-who's that" ( he has an idea but he doesn't want to hope too much in case they're not someone who he thinks they are) ( yes I'm sobbing writing this is and no I'm not sorry ) and sirius just trying SO HARD to not break in front of him and scream at everyone for doing this to harry .

Don't imagine Dumbledore and remus also coming in there to convince harry to come out and he just reluctantly believes them because poor baby haven't seen a single photo of his parents until now

Don't imagine his first few weeks with sirius being full of breakdowns and nervousness and too many things to unlearn ( like not needing to cook breakfast

Don't imagine remus suggesting that they introduce him to the Weasley's because their youngest kids are his age and that It would be good for him

And obviously harry being nervous af but still being polite because he's cutu like that

Sirius hearing him laughing for the first time over fred & George's antics

Yes he cries almost every night

So does remus

But they're also going to therapy ( all 3 of them )

Yes they rip out a new one out of Dumbledore everytime they find out about more shit the dursleys did to harry

Also sirius used to play guitar before the war

And one day harry finds that out while they were looking through the old photos ( they take at least one hour out of their day after dinner to just talk/ask everything about James and Lily) and for the first time he asks sirius to play something

And ofcourse he does , he wasn't going to say no to his godson now

Harry is mesmerized

So is remus ( I've got a very emotional backstory for wolfstar too , it ends on a bittersweet note tho so tell me if y'all wanna read that too) (anyways)

Sirius asks harry if he wants to learn

And he says yes

It becomes their thing

Moony reads a story to harry every night , especially Lily's favourite muggle ones

Ginny , Ron and Harry become bffs and later with Hermione ( they met her long before going to Hogwarts in my head but they didn't really become friends before that )

Harry finally starts to heal

So does Sirius

[metallicaislife]

Brothers Best Friend pt 2

Requested by: @frogfrog557

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader

Brothers Best Friend

When I started dating my brother's best friend all those years ago, I had no idea we’d be where we are now. Engaged, and a child on the way. Kirk was a little weary in the beginning, but he’s come around, I think it is mostly because he is excited to be an uncle. I jest, he and James have a good relationship, and it makes my heart happy. I always wanted to have a close family when I grew up. 

Metallica is currently in the middle of recording a new album, so I haven’t seen much of them as they’ve kept themselves mostly cooped up in the studio. I miss my man, my brother, and my friends. I decided I would order them lunch to be delivered, then show up to hopefully break up the rigorous schedule they’ve been holding themselves to so they don’t go crazy and end up at each other’s throats. 

I arrived around noon, the food was gone and they were back to recording. They were focusing really hard, but I wish I could have recorded James and Kirk duking it out trying to see who could get to me first. 

“That’s my sister!” Kirk said, trying to get past James. 

“Yeah, well she’s my fiance and carrying my baby!” James argued, sticking his butt out to keep Kirk from getting past. Over the years, those two have truly become brothers, this is my future forever.

Meanwhile both Lars and Jason snuck past. 

“Hey.” Lars grinned and gave me a hug, “Thanks for lunch by the way. It was great.” 

“Of course!” I smiled and then greeted Jason with a hug.

“How is the kiddo?” Jason asked. 

“Healthy, and active. Been keeping me up all night.” I replied. 

“The kid’s got drumming feet.” Lars grinned. 

“No!” Both Kirk and James shouted. They both jolted forward out of the sound room. 

“My kid has riff’s in their blood!” James said.

“I second that! Their uncle is a guitarist too, so it runs on both sides.” Kirk said. 

I rolled my eyes as James finally made it to me and wrapped his arms around me. 

“Hello, love.” He grinned down at me then kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled back and kissed my forehead. 

“Can I hug my sister now?” Kirk huffed, folding his arms. I laughed and gave him a big hug. 

“You two are ridiculous.” I stated. 

“You love us anyways though right?” James asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

“Most of the time.” I teased. James held his heart pretending to be wounded. “How's the recording going? Are you guys almost done?” I asked as we sat around on the couches. 

“We’re getting close, baby.” James said as he rubbed my back. 

“James has been tight lipped about names, what are you thinking?” Kirk asked. 

“Well, we’re waiting until the baby is born, then we’ll name them.” I said. 

“Like what names are you considering though? Lars is high on the list right?” Lars asked. 

“You wish.” James laughed. 

“Sorry, not a contender.” I laughed, I looked down and clasped my fingers together, “We are thinking about incorporating Cliff’s middle name no matter what though.” I said. James grabbed my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “If he hadn’t caught us, I don’t think I’d have ever been brave enough to tell Kirk.” I smiled at the memory. 

“I love that.” Kirk said, “I wasn’t that bad was I?” He asked. 

“Literally every boyfriend I had before James you chased off.” I said looking at him. 

“I was just helping you out, if they’d have stayed you might not have fallen for James.” Kirk pointed out. 

“Naw, those two were meant for each other, I don’t think there is anything that could’ve stood in their way.” Jason piped up. I smiled at him and blushed. 

“Damn it, Jason, you made her cry.” Lars said. I felt my cheek and there were tears. 

“No, no it’s the hormones.” I said, wiping the tears. James chuckled and kissed my forehead. 

“Yeah, it doesn't take much to get her going these days.” James said and I elbowed him softly. 

“I’m fine, they are happy tears if anything.” I said. 

“Aw, I think she loves us.” Lars grinned, holding his hand over his heart.

“If you only think, you’ve got an ass whooping coming your way, you should know.” I said sharply pointing my finger at him. I was totally joking, but the fear in Lars' eyes was priceless. Kirk covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his laughter. James was shaking next to me. Jason covered his face. My demeanor broke and I began cracking up. Lars laughed awkwardly. “Do you really think I would, or could kick your ass Ulrich?” I asked. 

“What answer is going to make you the least likely to punch me in the throat?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“You know, that is a fair point, I’ve heard you threaten throat punches for years, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen you punch someone in the throat.” James piped up. 

“Don’t tempt her.” Kirk said, rubbing his throat. 

“Oh my god, she’s punched you in the throat?” Jason asked, Kirk nodded.

“That was an accident.” I said. 

“Yeah, you accidentally formed a fist and aimed it at my throat.” Kirk said. 

“I can neither confirm nor deny those accusations, but all I’m saying is you shouldn’t have eaten my leftovers that I was dreaming about all day.” I said with a wave, “I think this conversation has gotten away from us.” I tried changing the subject. 

“We should probably get back to work.” James frowned, “Why don’t you stay though, chill on the couches. It always feels better when you’re around.” He said. 

“I’d love to.” I smiled and kissed him. 

The guys got back to work and I curled up for a nap on the couch. I’m glad even if it was just for a little bit, to give them a reprieve from work.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 58

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: Wade begins to take matters into his own hands.

Warning(s): My poor attempt at Deadpool jokes.

Notes: I know I said Jan. 19th. But I can't sleep. Please share reactions! 

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When Laura came home in the morning, she found Logan asleep against the apartment door. Curious, she kicked his foot, making Logan jump awake. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Logan scrambled to his feet.

“What are you doing out here?” Laura wondered, skeptical.

“I, uh… your mom… well,” he stammered, struggling to know where to start. Laura raised an eyebrow at Logan, who sighed. “Your mom came home and her hands were burnt.”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t let me help her. She kicked me out, but not before her powers flared up. I’ve been out here all night.”

“You should have called me.” Laura pushed Logan aside to get to the door.

“Your mom would have been even angrier at me.”

“Don’t care. She’s my mom and she’s—“ Laura’s shoulders fell. What were you? Sick? Dying? Both? “Next time I need you to call me.”

“Okay… I’m sorry, Laura. I don’t mean to make things worse.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you need to step away for a few days. Let me handle it.”

“You don’t have to handle things alone. Neither of you.”

“I’ll let you know if we need anything.” Then Laura slipped inside before Logan could say anything more.

Laura’s eyes scanned the dark apartment. You weren’t anywhere to be found in the living areas. She kicked off her shoes and headed further into the apartment. She peeked in the bathroom and her room before finding you curled up on the bed in your room. You were still in your clothes from the day before, back facing the open door. Laura quietly set her backpack down before going over and crawling behind you on the bed.

“Laura?” You rasped, turning around.

“Hey, mom,” she whispered. Her eyes scanned your burned face from the tears before falling to your wrapped hands. “Are you okay? I heard something happened.”

“Did Logan call you?”

“No, but I wish he did. I found him sleeping outside the door… What happened?”

“It was nothing… It was stupid… and I shouldn’t have yelled at Logan the way I did… It’s just… There’s been moments were I forget that he’s not my Logan… my James… and then when it comes rushing back… it hurts.”

Laura nodded. “I know. It’s hard for me too… But, mom, what happened with your hands?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I have to be… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, you’re my mom.”

“Yes, but about about Wade and Logan? They don’t need to be burdened by me.”

Laura scoffed. “Wade just feels blessed to be in your presence. You are his favorite superhero. And Logan… I think he’s just trying to do better than he was before… Letting them—us—help you is not being a burden. It’s showing strength in a different way… Just think about it.”

You smiled at Laura. “How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?” You leaned over and kissed her head. “Is Logan still out there?”

“I don’t know, but probably.”

“I know I should apologize, but I’m not ready… We both owe each other explanations.”

“I’m on your side, no matter what.”

“Thanks, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan was clearly tense as he entered his shared apartment. Wade was at their table, messily eating a bowl of cereal.

“Well, hello, Peanut!” Wade greeted, mouth full of food. “Have a fun night?”

Logan grunted, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“It’s a bit early for beer, isn't it?” Wade questioned. Logan didn’t respond, lifting the drink up to his lips and drinking it all in one go. “Woah there, Peanut. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Logan grumbled. “Just screwing up everything like usual.”

“Oh, drama! Spill the tea.”

“The fuck?”

“It means tell me all the juicy gossip! Wow, that was either your age showing or your universe was very different in it’s lingo than this one.”

“Fuck you.” Then Logan headed to his room and slammed the door.

“You two better not be having sex out there!” Althea shouted. “I don’t want to here any of it!”

~~~

You avoided Logan for the next few days. It wasn’t like Logan didn’t try to get to you, but you actively ignored him and Laura acted like your own personal bodyguard. Logan eventually started pulling away, but not completely. He lingered out of the corner of your eye in the shadows, always concerned, always there.

Wade immediately noticed that something was wrong between his best friends and he wasn’t having it. 

“Good morning, Peanut!” Wade sauntered out into his apartment kitchen, where Logan was sitting at the table, an unlit cigar between his lips. “Need help lighting that? I know a beautiful firestarter next door that—“

“No,” Logan interrupted, voice firm and final.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t—“

“You know that she can’t use her powers. Don’t offer them up like their yours.”

Wade put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out there, Peanut. You’ve been moping around here for days when you’re not off fixing cars. I’m just trying to be your bestest friend.” He plopped down in the chair across from Logan. “So talk to me, Peanut. I’m all ears.”

Logan scoffed, pulling the cigar from his mouth and rolling it between his fingers. A lot was weighing on Logan’s mind. He understood that Wade was trying, which was a lot for the loud mouth, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it all. Before Wade could say anything to push Logan further, Logan heard the sound of your apartment door shutting. He got off the chair and took large strides over to the door, using the peep hole to look out in the hallway. 

You and Laura were in the hallway, looking like you may be heading to run errands. His eyes looked for your hands. He sighed when he noticed the compression gloves. 

“”m goin’ to work,” Logan mumbled, before opening the door and stepping out in the hall.

You and Laura immediately looked over at Logan. The three of you standing there, frozen. Wade peeked his head out, taking in the sight. He whistled.

“Well, the tension out here is thick,” Wade commented. “Maybe my Peanut Buttercup should just go and fuck it out—“

“Wade!” Logan snarled.

“Do you guys need anything at the store?” Laura asked.

“Oh, yes!” Wade responded. “Some more Lucky Charms and condoms and—“

You couldn’t help but laugh at Wade. “Just text us your list Wade,” you told him. “We’ll be happy to pick it up.”

“Do you two, uh, do you need any help?” Logan asked.

“We’re good,” Laura stated. “Thanks.” She looped her arm through yours and began pulling you away. “Let’s go, mom.”

Logan watched as Laura pulled you away. Wade watched, eyes flickering  from Logan to you and Laura before going back to Logan.

“Maybe you should chase after her, Prince Charming,” Wade whispered, nudging Logan with his elbow.

“Fuck off,” Logan retorted. “I’m goin’ to work. Don’t wait up for me.”

~~~

Wade found himself at your bar near closing time.

“Hey, Buttercup!” He greeted, slipping into one of the bar stools. 

“Wade,” you replied with a smile as you wiped down the bar. “We close in five minutes.”

“I know. Came to walk you home.”

“Really?”

“And maybe figure out why you and Little Wolf are shutting out Wolvie.”

You sighed. “Wade… Now is not the time.”

“Oh, I know. Which is why I’m walking you home. And don’t you think you can get rid of me. Ain’t that easy, baby.”

~~~

Closing up the bar was quicker tonight, much to your dismay. Wade stuck around like he had told you and even tried his hand at helping, though he wasn’t very helpful. Before you knew it, the two of you were walking home. Wade immediately noticed how tense you were, like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Something was wrong and before he could get to the bottom of it, a man stumbled into view from the alley. The strong stench of alcohol wafted off of him.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” the man slurred. “Been a few days… You owe me a new jacket. You burned the last one.” He reached for you. 

Wade quickly grabbed the man’s wrist. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, asshole,” his voice was threatening. 

“She owes me a new jacket or a really good blowjob. I was just trying to be nice to the pretty lady.”

“Okay,” Wade whipped out a small knife and held it to the man’s throat.”

“Wade, don’t!” You said.

“Oh, Baby Knife and I will if this man ever tries to get his grubby hands on you again.” He shoved the man back towards the alley. “Now go wet your whistle in one of the drain pipes back there and never get near my Buttercup again.”

The man stumbled back into the darkness. Wade spun around to face you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you muttered, continuing the path back to the apartments. 

“No biggie,” Wade waved off. “Big Brother Deadpool is always up for some protecting.”

“I could have handled it.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“But I could have.”

Your insistence caught Wade’s attention. “It’s an honor to protect my favorite hear.” Wade notice you tense at his words. “Okay, Buttercup, time to start talking.”

“Nothing to say.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit. Clearly that man had tried something before and you took care of it. And then there’s you and Logan and your built up trauma from like ninety years of events and—“

“Please drop it, Wade!” You stopped and faced Wade, hands trembling as your powers threatened to surface. “Just stop! I can’t— There’s so much— I’m not—“

Wade’s hands cupped your face as your breaths became panicky. He didn’t care that your skin was growing hotter. “Look at me, Buttercup. Focus on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m sorry that I’m letting you down… that I’m letting everyone down…”

“Never.” He shook his head. “You’re not letting anyone down, Buttercup. Don’t you ever say in front of me again.”

“Everything hurts, Wade… Everything.”

“Good thing I’m here then.” You didn’t bother to stop him as he swept you off your feet and held you close. “I’ve got you, Buttercup. Don’t you fret.”

~~~

Logan was pacing his apartment as he tried to think of a way to fix things with you. There was also the fact that his own issues had been spiraling with each passing second. He couldn’t dump that all on you, you deserved better. Though, it seemed very hypocritical since he would take on any of your issues in a heartbeat. He stopped pacing when he could hear a set of footsteps out in the hallway. Logan quickly opened the door to see Wade carrying you down the hall.

“What happened?” Logan asked. “Is she hurt?”

“Hold your claws, Peanut,” Wade replied. “Our Little Flame isn’t injured.”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you whispered. 

“Come on, let’s go see Little Wolf.”

Logan was quick to reach your apartment door first, opening it for you and Wade. Laura was working on homework on the couch but rushed over as soon as she saw you in Wade’s arms.

“Mom! Are you alright?” She fretted, scanning you for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “Wade’s just overreacting.”

Wade scoffed. “Sure, whatever you say.” He sat you down all the couch. “Okay, I’ll be back. Nobody move!” Then suddenly he was out the door and running down the hall.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Laura asked, coming over to sit beside you.

You nodded. “I’m fine, kiddo.”

Wade rushing came back into the apartment in full Deadpool gear and weapons. He slammed the door shut before locking it and leaning against it, twirling one of his golden guns.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked.

“No one is leaving this apartment until we all spill our issues,” Wade replied. “I’m calling this therapy, Deadpool style.”

next chapter >

[derelictheretic]

Siblings Q&A | 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕀ℕℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 𝕊𝕀𝔹𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊

Thank you for the tag @inafieldofdaisies ! I love any excuse to talk about my sibling OC's (plus my own siblings OC lmao)! I might do this for Pip and Cas and the 2nd gen Sinclaire kiddos later because this was super fun! 🤗🩷

Note from OP: This Q&A can be used for any family member/friend who's close to your OC!

1. Who looks the most like dad?

Dean groaned, head dropping and his hand rising. Michael and Remiel both pet his shoulders in sympathy.

"It's really only the nose—and at least yours is the small cute version of it!" Remiel offered with a nervous chuckle.

"Don't lie to me."

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Michael and Dean both point at Remiel, their mouth falling open in offence.

"What the fuck you guys?" They whine, their brothers shrugging in unison.

"It's only the nose, but it's smaller and cute so that's better right?" Dean grins.

"Fuck off, shithead."

"Love you too."

3. Who eats the most?

"Me, don't even say it I know it's me." Remiel turns their head, refusing to look at their grinning brothers.

"Yeah, when you remember to eat." Dean snorts.

"Their stomach is a black hole." Michael mused, Remiel playfully sobbing in response.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

The three paused, looking between one another as they mulled over the question.

"These two," Michael then said, pointing to Remiel and Dean, "they always get themselves into shit somehow." He shook his head. Remiel and Dean both shoot him offended looks and he just rolls his eyes.

"I think we get ourself into the normal amount of shit." Dean mutters.

"Yeah." Remiel agrees with a pout.

5. Who sleeps the most?

"Remiel." Michael and Dean don't miss a beat, Dean wrapping an arm around Remiel's neck in a pseudo headlock. They slap his arm but don't disagree.

6. Mom and dad's favorite?

"Their favourite first baby cigs." Dean joked, making both Michael and Remiel snort in agreement.

7. Most stable romantic life?

"That would be me!" Remiel announced proudly, breaking free of Dean's headlock to lean over and grab James' hand; their partner who had been politely sitting off to the side in silence.

"I would argue Alexys and I are pretty stable." Michael muttered.

"Yeah but Remiel and James are practically already married and they're like.... Both lil rays of sunshine, I don't think they know how to have a fight." Dean gestured vaguely and Michael just hummed unimpressed.

8. Worst habit of each one?

"Sleeping too much." Remiel sighed.

"Fighting as a coping method." Dean coughed.

"Not reading instructions." Michael shrugged.

"His refusal to use a cane or leg brace." Remiel and Dean argued; Michael just shook his head.

9. Who's the most dramatic?

"Remiel." Dean said, Michael and even James nodding in agreement.

"Hey, what the fuck."

"It's true baby, sorry." James pet their hand comfortingly and they just huffed with a small frown.

"It's not my fault you two are emotionally stunted and I can't hide how I feel." They snipped.

"We didn't say it was a negative thing!" Dean laughed.

10. Who had a weird phase?

"Dean." Michael snorts.

"Shut your face hole Mike." Dean snaps, hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

"Are we talking about the angry emo phase or the sad musical phase?" Remiel grinned, Dean spinning around to cover their mouth with his other hand.

"I actually hate both of you, shut up."

11. Best cook of the family?

Dean proudly stuck his hand up and Michael and Remiel gave appreciative nods.

"Michael's the better baker though, I can't bake for shit."

"True."

12. Best memory together?

"The first time we all went to the local pool in our hometown together." Dean decides and Remiel and Michael mull it over before nodding in agreement.

"We were diving for the hairties and coins at the bottom of the deep end and pretending to be mermaids." Remiel reminisced with a fond smile.

"Michael did some cool dives, he wasn't cool enough to be a mermaid though." Dean nods to himself, Michael scoffing.

13. Worst memory together?

"Too many of those." Michael smiled bitterly, Remiel and Dean nodding absently.

14. Dream trip together

"Japan! Just—everywhere in Japan!" Remiel near shouted and Dean and Mcihael both chuckled and nodded.

15. Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

"Same clothes for a month." All three agreed.

16. Who's the older one?

"Michael, the ole' bag of bones." Dean grinned, patting Michael's back heartily.

"Okay, infant." He scoffed.

17. Describe each other in three words

"Michael is... Dependable, strong and grounding. Dean is grouchy but thoughtful and caring." Remiel held up their fingers as they listed off the words.

"Remiel is kind, a bit naive and very passionate. Mikey's more of a grouch than me, but yeah super dependable and cool as hell." Dean grinned.

"Dean is reckless, stubborn and loving. Remiel is empathetic, lazy and creative." Michael smiled.

18. Role model?

"Michael!" Remiel and Dean exclaimed, Dean wrapping his arms around his middle while Remiel leant over him to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

"Toss up between these two." Michael nodded his head towards Dean and Remiel who both gasped in denial.

"It's Remiel"

"No, it's you."

"Nah it's not."

"Yeah it is—"

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

"Me, these two are chicken shits." Michael smirked.

"I don't fuck with anything that has more than four legs." Remiel grimaced, Dean nodding solemnly in agreement.

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[pbandjesse]

I am really exhausted today. My eyes felt very swollen and I was just so sleepy. After the last two days I was just so beat. And it wasn't a bad day at all. But it was a lot of resting.

I slept alright. I woke up a few times. My back was hurting really bad and it was hard to find a way to be comfortable. But I would sleep well enough. Though I couldn't find my phone (I was laying on top of a blanket and it was under it) so it didn't charge all night which annoyed me but whatever.

I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm. And reset the alarm to give myself a couple extra minutes. I got up and got cleaned up and dressed and tried to feel alright. I was tired but we had to go to the doctors and when that was done I could rest. I sat at the kitchen island with James and ate a spoonful of peanut butter while we opened some mail. Found a weird one from the insurance and will need to follow up on what they are sending us a check? Less thing we need is for it to be a scam.

We got to the doctor's like 20 minutes early. I checked in and asked if they had any idea what this letter from the insurance could be because it was dated on a day I was at that office. But no luck figuring that out there. Ah well.

Whenever you go to these appointments you gotta pee in a cup. I almost fell over doing that. My center of gravity is all off. But it was fine. And then they pulled me back to a room really fast. I went through all my concerns and worked symptoms. The nurse said it was good for me to tell them anything even if it seemed small.

She would go get James and the midwife came in soon after. She's the first person I ever met at this practice and she's very nice. She said "hey kiddo" when she did the Doppler and he as did baby's heart. It was very cute.

I asked her about the texture/tone of my belly. I have never actually felt a pregnant person's belly before so I wanted to make sure I understood if things felt correct. She said the hard spots are my muscles and the middle but is my uterus. Neat. She also told me what to look for (no being able to press in at all) and gave some advice about warning signs of preterm labor. Made me feel more secure.

We also went over the gestational diabetes test. I chose the orange flavor and I will take that on the 30th. She said it's nicer if it's cold so I'll put that in the fridge. And I am to take it approx 45 minutes before my appointment. Can do. She made me feel better about even if I do fail and what will happen going forward. I'm glad I get to do it after Christmas.

We had gotten taken back so quickly that we were out of there and back to the car 5 minutes after our scheduled appointment. Amazing.

It was very grey and drizzly today. I asked James what they would like to do for brunch, as was our plan for the morning, and they said they had no strong feelings. Sounds good. Let's go to the Pancake House. We had tired that a few months ago and it was pretty good. So I was looking forward to trying something else.

We got there and we were in a giggly mood. Just talking and having a nice morning together. James got pumpkin pancakes and I got eggs Florentine. Which was way to much so I brought half home and had that for lunch later. I really enjoyed the home fries they served. And while I hate that they only have bottle soda, I would still go back.

I was getting really tired and I had a lot of pressure in my insides. I was very much ready to go home and lay down.

The plan was to possibly meet with the Fulwilers to go see the wicked movie. But they had a contractor coming through today so instead we would go on our own. But for now I wanted to go back to sleep.

I changed and got back in bed and would sleep for a few hours. I woke up for a little and drank some water but went back to sleep.

I texted James around 1230 when I was more awake. They came upstairs and held me for a bit while we watched TikToks. Eventually my phone was almost dead and I asked for three things. My charger. A soda. And my leftover eggs warmed up. James handled all of that.

What I was eating my food James gave me the times we could go see the movie. I didn't want to go to late because it's almost a 3 hour long movie. So we decided we would get ready soon and go to the 240 showing at the rotunda.

I'm glad we went then. I brought some snacks but James also got popcorn that they shared with me. I was nervous about having to pee the whole time. So I didn't want to drink to much just in case.

The seats at that theater are super comfy and I really appreciate that you can put the legs up like a lazy boy, which helped my legs not be in pain but it also allowed me to change positions to help when I had pressure in my belly and had to pee half way through but didn't want to miss anything.

I really liked the movie. I agreed that the color grading was a little dull. But the movie was wonderful. I loved the costuming, specifically the jewelry choices. I just loved the choices. I loved the expansion of the story. And the character design was lovely. I laughed a lot. I cried a little during a few of the songs that always hit me but I was surprised when you see baby Elphaba during defying gravity killed me and I was so close to sobbing. I am excited to see the second half next year. It was very good though and I'm very glad we went.

Me and James headed out. They said there went an end credits so we didn't have to wait. We hit the bathrooms and James came out talking about the mufasa trailer and how retconing the original origins is wild. They were very passionate about this. I was mostly just really tired after seeing such a long show.

We got to the car and headed home. I got a bit car sick and did not feel well at all. When we got back here it took most of an hour to not feel so sick. James brought me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it helped a little bit I was just really uncomfy.

Eventually James came to lay in bed with me. Sweetp would join us. He's being really cuddly. But soon my legs hurt to much from him laying on them and I had to get up.

I would take a pretty cold bath. James filled two buckets of water to help but it was just never a nice one. At least I was clean.

Now we are in bed. And I am ready to sleep again. I feel like my eyes never opened all the way today. Was just to sleepy. But hopefully I will be fixed tomorrow.

I have an event tomorrow. I'm looking forward to that. I hope to cut out some bears and possibly new frog bodies in the morning. Maybe some cleaning. But mostly just a good day before work.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!

[regulusttars]

Family is what you make it

I wrote a fanfic of Regulus having dysphoria because i was dysphoric and posted it on AO3 but i'll post it here too

TW: Mentions of Walburga and Orion's A+ parenting (child abuse)

Fuck fuck fuck. I look like shit. I look like a girl.

Slow tears fell from Regulus’ eyes as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He and Sirius had run away to the Potter’s last year and were lovingly accepted into the home. Sirius had come out to Walburga and Orion who did not take kindly to having “mentally ill” transgender children. They had barely made it to the Potter’s before they passed out. 

Over the year,  Regulus and Sirius mended their relationship. Both very happy to know their sibling was going to be safe at home, Regulus drifted towards Fleamont both being on the quiet side, preferring to observe from a distance then being there head first and Sirius to Effie, loving the energy she brought to the home with her smile and cooking.

I need Monty or Remus or someone. Fuck. 

“Amor, you ok in there ?” 

Shit I forgot about James

“I’m fine, J”

“Ok, you ran out the bedroom”

“I’m sorry if I scared you but, um, could you get Remus for me please ? Tell him that it’s an emergency”

“Sure,  Reg, um I know it not the best time to say this but, I love you”

Regulus could hear the smile in James’ voice

“I love you too James, please go now”

Hearing his steps get farther away from the bathroom Regulus let out a heavy sigh, sniffling slightly, he looked into the mirror, only to immediately regret it and look away, trying to control his tears. 

After a minute or 2 a new voice called out from behind the door. 

“Reg ?” 

“Come in, Remus” 

“Hey. I brought your binder and one of James’ massive shirts”

“Thanks Remus, I just. I don’t even know how to describe it. Like, one minute James and I were cuddling, then he wrapped his arm around me and I guess my chest just decided to appear, and then- fuck” 

 Regulus swallowed a sob. 

James probably thinks that I hate him

“I’m sorry for stealing you from Sirius, you can go back now Remus. He’s probably confused”

“Are you sure Reg ? I mean I get it. Before top surgery I got dysphoric all the time. Shit Reg. Some time I still get dysphoric, I’m here for you if you need me” Remus softly smiled as Regulus nodded his head 

As he slipped out of the bathroom Remus poked his head back in “Oh and Sirius said that they wanted me to tell you that he loves you”

“Tell him I love them back”

“Will do.”  and with that Remus was gone.

Slipping onto the clothes Remus gave him, Regulus felt a sense of familiarity as the binder compressed his chest.

Allowing himself to breathe, (as much as the binder allowed him too)  Regulus washed his face and walked out of the bathroom and into the Monty’s lab, which was really just the basement that Monty used for potions

“Monty ? are you done here?”

“Over here kiddo !”

As Regulus’ eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement he could make out ingredients. 

“What are you making ?”

“Pain and sleeping potions for Sirius once he gets his top surgery done soon. They are wonderfully excited about it” 

“They’ll be excited under their hormones are outta wack”

Monty let out a chuckle. “What are you down here for, anywho Regulus ? Not to say that you can’t just be down here, to be down here but you did call out for me while walking down.”

“I just wanted to sit with someone and didn’t want to steal Remus away from Sirius”

“Well you’ve come to the right place my boy, Sit, read, study, try to make a new potion, this is your space.” 

“Thank you, Monty.”

“You’re welcome Regulus”

~~~~~~~About 45 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fleamont!!” Effie’s voice rang through the basement

“YES, LOVE ??”

“DONDE ESTA JAMES” 

“UMMMMM I DON’T KNOW BUT REGULUS IS WITH ME”

“ALRIGHT, BUT IT’S TIME FOR DINNER” 

“WE'RE COMING UPSTAIRS NOW LOVE”

With a gentle flick of his wand the ingredients went back into their respective places with the books stacked neatly in the corner of the room.

“Alrighty then. You coming Regulus ?”

“I'll be there in a little bit, Thanks for letting me hangout with you.”

“Anytime Kiddo.”

And with that the basement was empty of people, bar Regulus. 

Shit, I left James all alone, no explanation, nothing. He’s probably worried. Ahh I should apologize. I didn't mean to. It just happened. 

Breathing in Regulus began to climb up the stair only to be met with a face full of James Potter

“Shit!”

“JAMES” 

“SORRY MAMA, Hey Reg. Are you ok?” 

Instead of responding with words Regulus, buried his face in his boyfriend's chest breathing him in, slowly nodding. 

“I’m glad you’re ok” James' voice had dropped to a soft whisper. “I’m sorry by the way. You need me to stay-

“James, it’s ok. Things just happen. It’s ok.”

James audibly breathed out. “Merlin, I thought you hated me for a second” 

“I could never sunshine, I could never”  Regulus smiled softly, wrapping his arms around James

“I know, but I worry sometimes.” James softly pressed a kiss into Regulus’ hair 

“James,the day I hate you is the day the world ends, I love everything about you” he said with a smile “from your messy hair, to your stupid glasses, your somehow incredibly hot deep morning voice, I love you”  he pulled James into a tighter hug resting his head on his chest “I even love when you tease me for being short” he chuckled.

“I love you too, starshine. Even when you fight with Sirius over who's taller when you're both the same height, I love when you yell at me in French cause you forgot what language you’re speaking in. I love your stupid friends and your gray eyes, that you use to get me in trouble with your brother, the bastard doesn't know when to shut up” 

“James, not the time, not the point” he murmured, leaning back to look up at James.

“Whatever, I love you.”  

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING MUSHY” Sirius’ voice called from done the hall “YOU’RE MY BROTHERS, IT’S BASICLLY INCEST” 

“Toujours pur?” 

“James, shut the fuck up” pulling away from the hug, Regulus began walking toward the kitchen. 

“LANGUAGE THE THREE OFF YOU” 

“Sorry, Mum”

“Sorry Effie”

“I’ll probably cuss again, but sorry Effie.” 

“Come on Reg, let’s get to dinner”  

And with that Regulus kissed James one last time, pulling his hand walking to join his family at the dinner table. 

My AO3 is regulusttars

[bolontiku]

"Three Story House"

Avengers AU - Drabble

Characters: Steve, Reader, Bucky

Posted: March 13th

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, feels

A/N: all future writings will be linked thru Ao3 with a small teaser of the chapter posted here.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

*****

@star-trekkin-across-theuniverse (I hope this met the criteria hah)

"After we marry we will have at least two kids."

"Two?!"

"Minimum," Steve chuckled, as you lifted your head to look at him. "What?"

"You know the kids come out of me right?"

Steve leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, "I've seen you take on aliens, kids are gonna be nothing."

**

Bucky helped you, grabbing six bags of groceries, "c'mon doll…"

You snorted and made your way up the steps behind him, kid on your hip, "you know you don't have to do this."

"Course I do, but then who's gonna feed me?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

You rolled your eyes and made your way past him, "Sarah is gonna be out in thirty…"

"That's fine, I can stay and watch the kiddo, me and James are just fine together," he crouched down and smirked at the three year old who beamed up at him, "gotta get in a rematch." Blue eyes flicked up at you as you sighed, he noted the dark bags under your eyes. "Maybe I go for Sarah?"

You looked at the bags, "uhhh, I can get dinner started."

He nodded, "throw it in that slow cooker thing, I'll take the kid and we'll pick up Sarah, you can get in a nap."

You chewed your bottom lip, "I can do this Bucky, you don't have to feel like you have an obligation."

He frowned and stood, you barely met his chin, "I like the kids… make me feel young."

"Alright…" You conceded gratefully.

**

"Three story house-"

"You do know who would be cleaning that Three story house?!"

Steve laughed, "I will!"

You frowned, "Steve–"

"Then how about the wedding?"

"Steve–"

He tugged you along the beach and dragged you closer to him, tucking you in under his arm. "Why do you resist it?" He asked with a heavy sigh.

"You are superhero number one, we rush off to missions all the time. When are we gonna find time to find a Three story house?"

He caught your chin in hand and dragged you in for a kiss, "did I mention this one is up for sale?" He motioned to the house behind him.

You looked over his shoulder and shook your head, "Steve we can't."

He grinned at you and you couldn't help but give him a small smile in return. "We can look."

"Just look. Not like we can get in anyhow."

Steve nodded as he pulled you up towards the house before pulling out a set of keys. "I mean… we could take a peek inside…"

You gaped at him, "they did not give you the keys!"

"I mean.. I am a superhero- your words not mine and Tony is a friend…"

"Steve!"

"Just looking!!!"

**

Bucky snorted as he stepped into the house, the large rescue bounding towards him, Sarah had brought him home. You took one look at her big baby blue eyes and couldn't refuse.

"Hey there Bo, momma around?" He asked, crouching down and running his hands under the dog's face. Bo, James had picked the name and you had told Sarah it was only fair since she had brought him along.

You poked your head out of the kitchen, "hey Buck!"

He grinned as he straightened, "hey Y/N."

"The kids aren't due for another few hours. I just got home and Joe is gonna pick them up for me."

Bucky frowned, Joe was the father of Sarah's friend. He seemed to be coming around a lot lately. "Oh."

You stepped out of the kitchen fully noting the change in his demeanor, "y'okay?" You asked softly.

Bucky nodded, "I should get outta your hair," he said, giving you an awkward grin and shoving a hand into his hair.

You shook your head, "just having a glass of wine. You are in time for my guilty pleasure- want a beer?"

Bucky nodded, you had started stocking his favorite. It was all taste really. "Guilty pleasure?"

You nodded as you came back with your wine glass and his beer, motioning for him to sit on the couch. He followed along, stretching his legs out as he sat beside you, taking the beer and murmuring a thank you.

You eyed his unlocked boots and sighed, tucking your sock covered feet under you and flicking the TV on. He was quick to complain about daytime soaps, but you argued and said nothing when he quickly fell into the web of lies, giving him a quick recap of the last season.

Bucky carefully slipped your wine glass out of your hand and set it on the coffee table. You had fallen asleep against him and he had been too engrossed in the show. He carefully shifted you into a more comfortable position and stared down at you, licking his lips before he gave in and swept your hair out of your face, his own heating up.

**

There was something he wasn't telling you. He had been distracted, quiet, withdrawn. When you questioned him he smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek telling you it was nothing.

You supposed it was exhaustion, he had begun to step away from the superhero gig, maybe he was having trouble adjusting. You understood that, it had taken you some time to switch from missions to groceries and home life.

Was he having second thoughts?

When you approached him about it telling him the two of you could work through it– it had caused a fight. Not one where he screamed and you screamed, but he stormed out the house.

You supposed he stayed at the compound, when you called Bucky he assured you everything would be fine… Steve would be back in the morning. If not let him suffer through the mission, he would be back in a couple days.

**

You had dazed off, hands in the soapy water, the small plate in your hands, eyes tracking the rain.

Bucky watched you for a moment, music quietly playing. The kids were up in their rooms, Bo curled around Sarah. He stepped in quietly, moving to wrap himself around you, you leaned back into him without hesitation.

"Hey you," you hummed, hands moving as you came back to the present. "Got lost in the rain."

"I noticed," he answered.

**

It had rained when you realized Steve wasn't coming back. It was raining when Bucky found you watching over Sarah. You had looked pale when he stepped into the house, it seemed too big now.

It was raining when you spoke, "he won't remember him," you ran a hand over your belly, "he chose to leave, he didn't–" he didn't want us, you couldn't voice it.

Steve had a choice and the family he had been building hadn't been it.

**

"Hey there doll, come here often?"

You laughed, gasping when he pulled you away from the sink, "Buck THE DISHES!"

He pressed a kiss to your neck and pulled your arm around his neck, his left going to your waist. "You're going to get soapy!" You protested, even as you tried to hold yourself away from him.

"Mmm, sounds like a fun time."

You laughed, dropping your face against his chest and relenting, stepping into his solid frame. You took in a deep breath as he moved you to the music, bodies swaying together slowly, it had happened slowly. Falling into Bucky, slowly and it had caused you grief. It had felt like cheating, like you couldn't be happy, like you shouldn't.

Bucky had kissed you here in the kitchen, slow and deep, hands in your hair, tongue sweeping in before the guilt hit you and you pried yourself out of his grip.

Not like now, now you lifted your face as he huffed softly at you. "Ohhh mah gawd!" You exaggerated, attempting to pull away.

Bucky tightened his grip on you laughing loudly as he cornered you into the counter with his thicker body, pressing quick kisses to your face before slanting his lips over yours, the kiss quickly becoming heated yet again.

"Bucky…" You sighed.

He grinned against your lips, "I win."

You snorted and shoved at his chest, "you win nothing! You can sleep on the couch."

He grunted when you punched him in the gut, quickly escaping his hold and making a run for the stairs, laughter floating behind you. "Woman!" He roared and bolted after you.

He caught you in the landing of the second floor, Bo running out as you shrieked, Bucky lifting you off your feet. "Bo! No! Don't take her side!" He protested, being careful not to kick or trip over either one.

"GET 'IM BO!!!" You shrieked, "SARAH!!! COME SAVE YOUR MOMMA!" You screamed for reinforcements.

Bucky grunted as James slammed into the back of his knees. "NooOOooOoo!!!" He cried as Sarah came running with a pillow and he was quickly brought down, the four of you falling to the ground in a heap of body and limbs, Bo barking loudly as he bounded around you all determined to help.

"Save momma!" James screamed, little hands gripping at Bucky's hair bun. Sarah blindly wailed, swinging the pillow without looking, you couldn't breathe, laughter tumbling out of you as Bucky's laughter was muffled under the heap of body limbs.

You paused as little James smacked his hand to Bucky's cheek, pulling at his face as Bucky howled with laughter, there had been a time when you had thought you would never be this happy again… and the moment passed as Sarah wailed on Bucky with her pillow and he tugged you in under him, wrapping himself around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek– happiness, this was what it looked like.

[womanofwords]

Primary Objective: Friendship (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Meeting Nikola

I woke up to a bunch of texts from Uncle James, and not for the first time, either.

Something you might want to see Made something new in the workshop Project Nikola is about to be launched

Uncle James' projects were the coolest things anybody had ever seen. He was a tech genius. On the other hand, Project Nikola could be basically anything. Maybe he'd attempted to make another crocheting machine that he wanted to show me.

Either way, only one way to find out.

"Mom, I'm going to Uncle James' house!" I said. "He said he wanted to show me a project he was working on!"

Mom looked at me with bleary eyes. "It's 9 AM, honey. When did he even text you?"

I checked my phone. "5 AM."

Mom swore under her breath. She probably thought I couldn't hear her when she did that. "Fine. Get back in time for lunch."

"Yes!"

(PAUSE)

The bus was awful. It smelled stale and I was sat next to a crying baby. But seeing Uncle James would make it all worth it.

"Hey, kiddo!" he greeted. He always called me kiddo, even though we knew that he knew my real name was Alexis. "You're here! Come and see Project Nikola!"

"Wait, what's Project Nikola?"

"Project Nikola isn't about the what this time. It's about the who." Uncle James smiled at me. Now that I looked at him closely, he looked sleep-deprived.

So Uncle James was going to be all mysterious and dramatic. OK then. "OK then. Who's Project Nikola?"

"He's right here." Uncle James scurried over to a green box and pressed a button.

The box unfolded. There was no other way to describe it. Arms sprouted and legs separated. "Hi. I'm Nikola," the robot said. "Who are you?"

"Wait, what? Project Nikola's a robot?!" I spluttered.

"Yes!" Nikola said. "I am a robot. And you must be Alexis."

If I had a drink, I would have spit it out with shock. "You know my name?"

"Yes. I have seen photographs of you before. You are Alexis Boone, and Dr James Boone, my creator, is your uncle." Nikola seemed very proud to remember that.

"I've been showing him pictures of you, along with some other people," Uncle James said. "Helps improve his facial recognition technology."

"Can he come to school with me?"

Nikola's face tilted with confusion. "What's school?" His screen face looked so adorable. He looked like a little kid.

"School is a place where we learn stuff. I go there from Monday through Friday, with time off on the weekends."

"Dr James, can I go to . . . school?" Nikola asked. "You always say that I need to learn. Alexis said that school is a place of learning."

Nikola was the cutest thing ever. "I'll take him!" I offered. "I'll bring him everything he needs! He can borrow my books and pencils and everything!"

Uncle James shook his head sadly. "Alexis, it's not that easy. Nikola is the first fully intelligent robot ever, and I want him to be safe. Hiding him under false pretenses is not keeping him safe."

"So, can I not go to school?" Nikola asked.

Uncle James smiled. "I never said that, Nikola."

The other parts can be found in my Masterlist.

[liviavanrouge]

Missing AU: Gone

Lilia: *Yawns, walking to Livia's room as the baby wailes* Coming Livia! Papa's coming!

Lilia: *Opens the room door, his eyes widening*

???: *Looks at Lilia, holding Livia then leaps out the window*

Lilia: HEY!!!

Cobra: *Stares in alarm as Lilia chased the figure, then hurries after him* Who was that?

Lilia: *Runs beside Cobra, his eyes wide* LIVIA!

???: *Stares at the rushing river then dodges Cobra's claws*

Cobra: *Hisses at the figure, his scaly tail lashing behind him*

Lilia: Cobra, don't let him go anyw-

???: *Tosses Livia down into the rushing river*

Lilia: NO! *Rushes forward, his eyes wide*

???: *Tackles Lilia down the yells in alarm as Cobra slashed his back*

Lilia: *Stares at the river* Livia....

~~~~

Lukas: *Yawns* Dad it's the middle of the night!

James: *Looks back at him amused* Lukas as future king, some must get up early..

Lukas: *Perks up, hearing wailing then runs off* Dad! Over here!

James: *Hurries after him then perks up finding a soaked baby by the riverbed*

Lukas: She has a fever!

James: *Snatches Lukas back* She's a fae jaguar....let her die...

Lukas: But-!

James: Her kind are monsters

Lukas: So you'd let me die if I was her?!

James: *Stares down at him then sighs and picks the baby up* ...let's take her back

Lukas: *Beams* She can be my sister!

James: I'm not sure about that kiddo...

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Lukas: *Smiles at the baby* What did the letter say?

James: Seems like it was an attempted assassination, the letter said her name was Livia....the name that was supposed to be put on her stone....

Lukas: *Beams, looking at Livia* It's cute!

Livia(3 months): *Sleeps soundly in the crib, her cheeks flushed*

Lukas: Can't we keep her?!

James: Nobody would accept her as a princess...

Lukas: We'd accept her right!?

James: *Sighs and smiles, nodding to him* Yeah, looks like you have a sister

Lukas: *Beams and looks down at Livia* Isn't that great little sis! Princess Livia has a nice ring to it right!

James: *Chuckles* It does...

[awanderingdeal]

This was supposed to be funny, but some how we got into Sirius parent trauma....

so yeah,

content warning for implied past parental abuse.

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove

Rating: G

"Leo! Pass it to me!" Harry called, banging his stick eagerly against the ice. Leo obliged, earning a toothless grin as Harry collected the puck.

With a slight wobble - he was still getting used to his recent growth spurt - Harry turned to make his way up to the other end of the ice. The turning issue aside, Sirius noticed he moved much more steadily than he did even six months ago.

Still, Pascal stole the puck from Harry with ease. "Got you," Pascal said. Small lines creased the skin around his eyes and mouth as laughter bubbled on his lips.

"Dumo," he spat. "Dumo. More like Dumbo."

"Harry James Potter!"

Sirius jerked his head upright. He'd almost forgotten James there; a mess of hair and hazel coloured eyes just visible over the wall which surrounded the rink. He must be kneeling now, but the last Sirius had seen he'd been sat colouring pictures with the youngest Weasley. He held his breath for a second, releasing it in a slow controlled manner just as his therapist had taught him. And another. This was James.

He let his eyes land on Harry again. His Godson was looking up at Pascal petulently, his small fist in a tight grip around his stick.

"Harry," James said again. "Come here please."

For a second, it seemed Harry was going to disobey his father. Then his shoulders dropped, he tore his gaze away from Pascal's gently raised eyebrow and started a slow skate over to James. Sirius felt his own muscles relax.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm on his hand, hoping he appeared nochalent whilst he strained his ears. He was sure he could hear everything but James.

"And this is why not having children is good thing," Logan laughed. "They say terrible two's but it should be more like terrible tens."

"He's eight," Leo snorted.

"It keeps you on your toes. Keeps you young," Pascal said.

"Alright, old man." Logan shook his head fondly, taking the puck off the end of Pascal's stick. "Who's got who now?"

"Leo, how fond of this one are you?"

"Can't lie, I quite like him," Leo laughed.

Pascal grunted. "Shame."

Sirius made his lips curl up into the smile he knew would be expected, glancing over at James and Harry with every third breath. His mouth was dry and he needed water, but he wasn't sure if he stood his legs would bear his weight. And Remus had gone to get drinks. It'd be weird if he followed. Or would it? Yeah, Remus would know. Maybe he wanted him to know?

Just as he thought his the pulsing behind his eyes was going to get too much and his head would actually explode, James smiled. He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, his lips forming familar words. "Love you kiddo."

As Harry skated back out onto the ice, Sirius took another breath. This time his body knew what to do with it. James met his eyes now, rolling his eyes in Harry's direction. The smile Sirius returned was more genuine.

"My dad says I have to apologise to you," Sirius heard Harry mutter some what in Pascal's direction.

"Okay," Pascal nodded.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I shouldn't have called you Dumbo. It was rude.

Pascal nodded again and Harry straightened up a little. "Apology accepted. Thank you."

"Can we play again now? But can you let me keep the puck at least sometimes. It's not fun otherwise."

Sirius frowned, guilt replacing the fear that had just been. James was a good dad. James was not either one of his parents. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to scrub away the guilty feeling.

"Hey love," Remus sat down, handing Sirius a drink. Remus' weight against his side was familiar and warm, comforting in a way nothing else was.

"I'm fine," Sirius said.

"I didn't say you weren't," Remus said, fixing his eyes on Sirius. He stared and Sirius knew he was assessing the situation. They'd done this enough times. "Do you want to talk about it or leave it for Thursday?"

Thursday. Therapy day. God, he was going to have so much to talk about this week.

"Thursday," Sirius replied. "I just...I forgot who I was with for a bit. I'll tell you about it later."

Remus didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Sirius' jaw and curling their fingers together. Sirius leaned into him, letting himself relax back into watch his friends. His good friends, who were good parents.

[live-from-flaturn]

Brothers in Arms

partially inspired by a conversation with @shouyo-yo

Wordcount: 435

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“Hey, P’Kinn,” Chay approaches his brother-in-law and grins with disarming sweetness. “Can I have this?”

This happens to be a small Sig Sauer pistol with the safety engaged. Kinn’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly, throat bobbing. “Uhm…” 

His first instinct is obviously to think: What would Porsche say? What would Porsche want me to do?

Because Chay is Porsche’s younger brother, and Kinn’s partner is fiercely protective of his family. But Kinn also understands that Chay has grown up in a violent environment, surrounded by people who were (and are) constantly trying to hurt him or the people he loves. Surely Porchay knows how to handle small arms just as well as Porsche. He’s already been nineteen for three months. He’s an adult.

Plus Chay has been hanging around Kim for who knows how long (really, who knows? Kinn would also like to know, please and thank you), and Kim is a walking armory most of the time. Popstar alter-ego or no. 

Chay’s chirpy voice interrupts his thoughts: “P’Kinn?”

“Oh, right. Uh, sure… Kiddo?”

“Eeee! You’re so awesome! Thanks P’Kinn, you’re the coolest!” Chay does a few cheesy poses with the Sig, probably trying his best to channel James Bond or… Or that guy from Mission Impossible, whatever his name is. Kinn’s head snaps up when Chay speaks again, “Hey! Do I look like a superspy?” 

He does one more goofy movie-poster-adjacent pose and then, without pausing to hear Kinn’s answer, spins on his heel and makes for the door.

“I’m going to show P’Kim how cool I look. Thanks again, Phi!”

“Yeah. Alrighty, then. Go get 'em… uh, tiger.” 

Luckily, Porchay is already well out of earshot. Relieved, Kinn says a quick prayer of thanks for being saved from the embarrassment of anyone hearing such an awkward farewell.

As he passes through the foyer a few moments later, Kinn hears Kim’s raised voice filtering from just outside the Compound’s the main door: “Angel, are you carrying a gun? Like a real, operational gun?”

“Yeah! P’Kinn said I could have it!”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“Why?!”

“Because… I asked?”

“Can I have it, babe?”

“No! It’s mine!”

Chay giggles to punctuate his declaration, and the sound sends chills directly down Kinn’s spine. 

He’s been the sole head of the Main Family for over a year now, and before that he’d seen his Papa’s handiwork up-close and personal. But something about Chay’s laughter, just a hair to the wrong side of cutesy, has his blood running colder than ice-floes in his veins. 

Well this kid is perfect for Kim, obviously. They’re probably soulmates meeting again for another lifetime together. His romantic thoughts are interrupted by a not-too-distant shout.

“Hey! Kinn!” 

Time to become scarce.

[tricornonthecob]

LK 102: The Gluten Intolerable Acts

(pt 1) (pt2) (pt3) (pt4)

rolled a fucking 1 on charm, this kid does not get a break.

I wonder. How many times has he had to resort to using his traumatic background in order to de-escalate a conflict? How often does it work? How does it feel knowing that the best way to protect himself from others' casual cruelty is to reveal and relive a traumatic childhood in order to inspire enough passing pity that he keeps himself safe? Am I looking too much into a DIC cartoon?

Ok but you sort of deserved that.

Broad daylight. In front of everyone. Makes away with an entire fucking pie. I love him. I love this raccoon-ass frenchman.

Hey there, Lord North's Parliament? Yeah, its Hindsight. Yeah, not tryna step on your toes or anything but trying to smooth out a wrinkly situation with an unhappy populace by a series of acts and calling them "The Coercive Acts" may not be the best idea. Maybe find a better name for it? No? Okay then.

Moses I love you but read the room and recount his traumatic backstory a little quieter okay. Also jfc those are massive apples.

God this sounds so much worse as an adult and knowing the human capacity for cruelty. Henri my beloved let me hug you and love you and tousle your hair.

Well now we know why he's always acting out, avoiding chores, and constantly eating. Also probably where he ground his Sneak stats up to 100.

Okay honestly I love this part??? James found his little brother, Moses knew what it was like to be owned by another person and also live in hellish conditions on a ship...

OH GOD AND HE DIDN'T KNOW ENGLISH THE TERROR BUT THE TRUST, TOO, KNOWING THAT THEY ARE YOUR FAMILY NOW. THE. FOUND. FAMILY.

oh God hold... hold on I just need a second.

Your honor I love them I love sibling energy, ride or die.

Also I love this interaction? He's only known her a few months but has already decided she was also in the You Roll I Roll We Roll category, so he gets upset, but then Sarah very rightfully puts him in his place, and then they devolve into Georgian Speech and Debate kids enacting an interpretation of if Locke and Rousseau ever met.

Sarah: "Doesn't Phillis have rights??!!?!"

Henri: Word, she got you there, chief.

Gorgeous 100/100 the TENSION

I love how Phillis is just like "no, fuck the British, by the way I have a *fucking key to an entire print shop* go wild, kiddo."

Okay these lines about sabbath day feel very shoehorned in but gotta love Chaos Bitch coming in with the self-driven destiny, someone's all about Manifesting That Shit.

THE VOICE ACTORS ARE FLIRTING THEY SHIPPED IT

oh my GOD. Nigel, Basil, Chauncey. The writers came up with the most British names they could think of.

Basil is not having it. "You fuckin' wot? Woke me up for this? Waste of taxpayer's money."

To be continued.

[str33tydr1ft]

| "You have to say it back." | LATE Fathers Day | TTTE AU : Sodor's Dragons |

(I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IM GETTING SO MANY FATHERS DAY IDEAS BUT I SAW A CLIP ON YT ABT THOMAS AND GORDON MOMENTS AND A CLIP FROM ITSV SO- ENJOY)

<Thomas : Blue>

<Gordon : Purple>

If it wasn't for the big event today, it wouldn't have been another average long working day. No, it was Fathers Day. It was a common thing for humans to celebrate. On the other hand, not many engines could experience it. But there were a few who could.

Two of those engines are Henry and Gordon.

Gordon, the big pompus asshole that you can't help but adore, and his husband, Henry, who often forgets holidays that isn't Halloween or Christmas.

On this day, Henry was asleep, as per usual. He was often the last one to wake up, but the others didn't mind it. Gordon however ussualy woke up before Thomas and Percy. Those two were the last two to leave the sheds before Henry.

So when Gordon woke up, he smirked and naturally blew his whislte as loudly as he could (without fearing that he'd wake Henry up by accident since he's a heavy sleeper) . Percy and Thomas were startled and woke up, Percy nearly bashing his funnel over the top of the shed door with how high he managed to jump.

" Wake up, you two! You know what day it is? "

Thomas groaned while Percy was trying to get over his disorientation.

" Fathers Day, right? " Thomas growled out as he glared at Gordon.

Gordon, with the biggest smile on his face, " yup "

" oh wow wee how excited I am! "

Gordon rolled his eyes, deflecting Thomas' sarcasm.

---

Gordon was waiting at the station with the express. He had an idea. What that idea was, I couldn't tell you it since that would spoil the story.

When Thomas pulled up in platform 2 with his branchline train for the morning, he had completely forgotten about being so grumpy about the day focused around his dad.

" Hey old man, "

" Is that what you and Percy are calling me now? "

" maybe "

" As long as you two don't call Henry that, then I'm alright with it, " Gordon smiled as he spoke.

" I won't! Anyway, I can't thank you enough, "

" For what? "

" For taking me in when you found me, "

" well you were a little tiny thing stranded in some docks which turned into a graveyard afterall, "

" I know, but you saved my life, I can't thank you enough "

Gordon felt a tear trying to escape his eyes. He refused to give in, but he did appricate his sons words.

" Anytime, Kiddo, promise me you'll be safe when you take your train okay? "

" I will, "

" Love ya kiddo, "

Thomas just smiled and managed to get a minutesworth away from the station before he heard Gordons whislte. Then Thomas' grumpy mood suddenly returned to him again.

The perks of being a train, he managed to unhinge the wheel joints in his wheels so he was out of drive mode. He then turned around and glared at his father, making sure to uncouple from his coaches first.

" w h a t - "

" You have to say it back "

Thomas looked around, there were engines in the yard stopping what they were doing to watch what was happening, alongside everyone waiting for their trains at the station observing the two.

" But Dad- "

" You have to, " Gordons face said it all. He knew what he was doing.

" Dad litteraly everyones here, the passengers, James, Percy, Edward, everyone "

" I love you Dad "

" Dad please- "

" I love you Dad "

" Dad- "

" I. Love. You. Dad. "

" FINE- FINE FINE OKAY- "

Gordon stopped repeating what he wanted Thomas to say, and just looked at him with a smug look on his face.

" Dad. I love you. " Thomas' face said it all, too. He was embarrassed as all hell. Clearly wishing that didn't happen.

" Thank you, " Gordon said as he let off some steam and puffed away with his express, very proud of himself indeed.

Thomas just gritted his teeth as he watched Gordon leave, getting himself back on the tracks again before coupiling up to his coaches. Trying to block out the giggiling coming from the coaches, the station and from the kther engines whk saw the ordeal.

" Happy Father's Day, old man. " Thomas scoffed to himself before puffing away to run his branchline passenger service.