#nowadays he has a couple of very big dogs

[retrohockeyhell]

From TSN "The Magnificent One" and "Mario" (by Lawrence Martin) (both released in 1993).

[beevean]

I see a lot of fan art for Charlie x Alastor

I see a lot of fan art for Lucifer x Alastor

But I rarely see any fan art of Charlie X Vaggie lmao

(I know it's because Charlie and Vaggie's dynamic is bland compared to the other ones but I still find it funny)

What's with stories always making the main couple so boring and formulaic?

Multiple factors, I'd wager.

in HH's case in particular, Alastor is the most popular character in the show, and therefore the most shipped. This goes way back to the days of the pilot, where Radiodust gained a lot of traction despite Alastor and Angel only having one interaction, and it was Angel jokingly proposing to suck Alastor's dick lmao. Anyway, dude is nowadays shipped with... pretty much the entirety of the main cast except Velvette and Valentino lmao.

With very few exceptions, M/M and M/F ships tend to be more popular than F/F ships. There has been infinite discourse about this disparity, and I can't tell you exactly why, you draw your own conclusions.

Charlie and Vaggie are an already established couple, and have a very healthy, stable relationship with only a few hiccups, including the very big reveal that Vaggie hid her nature from Charlie, but the rushed pace of the season made them get over it quickly. From a representation standpoint, this is pretty good, it's nice to have a very normal lesbian couple not treated any differently. From a shipping standpoint, it's boring lmao. There's no conflict nor a journey to follow like in the case of Huskerdust.

Vaggie was also toned down from the pilot, possibly because some people criticized her as a stereotypical angry Latina - now she's just grumpy, as well as out of focus, and no one song shared with Carmilla is not enough. Not a good way to endear your character.

However, in theory, one could elaborate on those hiccups. Vaggie is basically Charlie's guard dog, and she admits in one episode that she ties her selfworth around being able to make her happy, but when you look at their interactions, Vaggie doesn't seem to ever be on board with Charlie, creating fiction. You can even see the hint of a power imbalance, which is always appealing for shipping. Then there is, of course, the reveal, that could shake their relationship even further and make them go on a journey to learn how to trust each other. Now, why won't many fans think of this? Well...

I don't go there so I don't have personal experience myself, but stereotypically, F/F shippers tend to favor sugary scenarios. I hear all the time how female characters are only allowed to be cute and hold hands, and never be as twisted and edgy as many, many M/M ships :P so the potential of making Chaggie a bit "spicier" to fix the shortcomings of the show is hardly explored. And even if it is...

... Charlastor is right there. Charlastor, with Alastor happily helping Charlie but hiding his own nefarious agenda. Charlastor, with Alastor teasing Charlie in a much more playful way, even touching her. Charlastor, with the two genuinely, openly trusting each other, Charlie with her feelings in general and Alastor with his ultra powerful mic and believing in her potential. Charlastor, that ended with Alastor breaking down about a deal that constrains him and is implied to be the very reason he's serving Charlie in the first place. Even if Alastor wasn't the fandom blorbo, no shit Charlie is much more shipped with this guy! The dynamic is much more unique and is bound to go somewhere!

Main couples don't have to be boring. For example, no one ever dared to break Rupphire apart because they were just that lovable together, both in Garnet form and separated: they had chemistry, we saw how we got closer, we saw them argue for a whole episode, we saw them being openly affectionate towards each other. Chaggie in my opinion is just another victim of HH's rushed, unfocused pace, that left poor Vaggie in the dust and reduced her to Charlie's grumpy but loyal gf.

(now don't ask me why Radioapple got so popular lmao. I don't get it. I guess Hell's Greatest Dad slaps that much)

[morrisharding]

Well well well, if it isn't Toronto's very own. Drake is a rapper and R&B artist who has been around for over a decade now and the effect he has had on his fans and the industry has been impeccable. Starting off his career with R&B albums and singles, his euphonious voice and engaging writing skills had put him on the radar. His name was brought up in several conversations with artists who were next up. Especially with his third studio album which topped the American and Global charts through the roof in 2011. I was around the age of 5 when this album came out so I don't have much memory of how it played out at the time but I remember the song headlines being played all the time on the radio in my mom's car. At the time it was one of my favourite songs as the upbeat rhythm and the confident flow that Drake had on the song energized me as a kid. 

Now I am in grade 12 and on my way to graduate high school. This album speaks to me on a different level now as I have further advanced knowledge of music than I would have at the age of 5. The album is composed of 19 songs which is a lot for an album but to no surprise, Drake did it again and made an album that would go down in history. Every song on this album is written with 100% effort and if anyone were to tell me that is not true they should check their eyes. Starting off the album you have Beauftiul opener where Drake talks about his music career and how he has had success but has a desire for more. A very inspiring song for those who aspire to be as big as Drake and achieve greater accomplishments. A couple of songs on the album that are my personal favourites as it's so hard to choose one song are Marvin Room, Cameras/Good Ones Go Interlude, Doing It Wrong, The Real Her, Look What You've done, Practice and The Ride. Each one of these songs has me and others on a roller coaster of emotions as speaks on topics about heartbreak and the loss of a significant other. Anyone who is going through a breakup knows that this album has the perfect mood to be listening to if you going through hard times. 

Another reason for its immense success was the list of features that were displayed on the album. At the time he had artists like Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Andre 3000, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and future hip hop and rap stars like The Weeknd, and Kendrick Lamar who all put their best effort into this album as well. The chemistry that was brought upon by Drake and these artists showed how he took his time with his craft and gave fans like me the perfect piece of music that we could ask for. The harmonious vocals of The Weeknd and Rihanna mixed in with Drake's vocals set me back and put me in awe of how amazing it sounded. The flawless bars that were rapped by Nicki, Wayne, Ross, Andre and Kendrick showed me true rap sounds as nowadays there is a large number of mumble rappers. 

Even with the many spontaneous albums that Drake has released in his career, none have topped Take Care as it still stands as one of his best albums and my personal favourite. I will always go back and listen to old Drake as it just never gets old. 12 years later he is set to release his new album "For All the dogs" this Friday. Will it surpass Take Care as my favourite Drake album, that will be a topic of conversation soon to come. 

[timelessxmemories]

Post canon headcanons bc i feel like it:

Sera is able to pursue the things she really loved, like playing guitar, singing, art, and just being outside!

She set up a chair outside for days where she can't really walk, so she can at least be in the sun

Health trips to the seaside (and for funsies)

When she's bedbound, she'll often take long naps with the windows and curtains wide open, or draw, or read

She gets to wear more of the clothes she loves! Long flowy skirts with colorful patterns, big hoodies, cute lil things, etc!

She'd smile a lot more, and just generally be happier

Sera'd want to adopt a cat. or rather several.

Sometimes, she'll take out a picnic blanket and nap outside

Long walks on the few days where she is able to walk mostly painlessly

She'd have to learn to ask for help; she used to be able to lift heavy things and run long distances fast with ease, now she can't

Donating a lot of her (large amount of) savings to rebuilding and helping former SOLDIERS

Learning to love herself again <333

HELL YEAH!!!!! Post Game Lock headcanons to follow the trend!!! (+wedding & relationship headcanons)

Opens a bakery obviously!! But mostly on the weekends!!

Cuts out all contact with her father finally

Finally gets therapy for her fucked up past and traumas

Shes always had an incredibly bad and fucked up left arm from the previous experiments, so after she and Sera moved to Kalm, Lock goes to a doctor after Sera basically forces her because holy shit girl, you cant keep suffering like this, and eventually, her arm is amputated and replaced with a metal prosthetic which looks like this image I pulled from pinterest:

She also finally gets to do the one thing she's always wanted to do but never had the chance to, visiting her mother's grave monthly.

Also, she's picked up the hobby of welding, forging and wood work.

She also gets to use her wings a whole lot more than she was able to before.

Shes genuinely so glad that her little girl Amaris gets a chance to grow up in a good environment alongside their dog Charlie and their rabbit Snickerdoodle.

Because the experiments kind of really fucked Lock up, she gets sick way more frequently from the slightest of things, and like Sera, pain. A lot of pain most days.

She also retired from being a Turk and instead, pursues her own hobbies.

She's working way more on her communication and social issues. Cid's helping her with that.

Yeah, she and Cid are really good friends now.

They bicker like an old married couple while dating.

I like to think that when Lock and Sera finally gets married, Amaris is the little flower girl.

Also, adding onto that: during the wedding ceremony Cid randomly shouts: "Uh, yeah, I object! They're too cute for their own damn good!" And then he has to quickly explain he was kidding and for them to continue the wedding.

Lock and Cid's wedding Sera does the exact same thing because I'm assuming by now Sera's social anxiety is a lot less nowadays, except instead of that, she shouts something along the lines of: "Lock! Don't marry him! He's a himbo!" And Cid just gives the most offended look while Lock is just laughing absolutely non-stop because, she's not wrong. Also, flower girl Amaris again this time accompanied by Sera.

During the after-party for both weddings, Lock dances with the both of them and then forces Sera and Cid to dance together and stands back, watching as they most likely try and constantly mess each other up, playfully obviously.

Also, playful one upping each other is probably a thing between Cid and Sera, they're stupid your honor/aff

Sera is 100% done with Lock and Cid's bullshit, and by bullshit I mean their bickering over nothing.

They do in fact get a cat and it's name is Tunafish because Amaris was very persistent and it's hard to say no to an adorable 6 year old.

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

👻 helloooo, happy friday, the 13th fellow witch!!! :) 👻

I think the basic ones are so cute too though, and mine are very basic too for now. I'm hoping to have more free time so I can dedicate myself to it a little more. OMG, yes, I'm also a big fan of their bracelets!!!!! heart eyes for both of them!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

yes, I think it'll be!!! I have to find the time and the will to do them! hehe I've been so exhausted lately it's been hard doing anything. yeah... i could go somewhere else, but I'll wait! ^^ YES, I'M SO EXCITED ELIZABETH, IT'S MY FIRST TAYLOR CONCERT! :')

ooooh, I hope you're all having fun watching the concert movie!!!!! 🤍

aaaah, that's tough, but it must also be so nice living somewhere like that! I sometimes feel so claustrophobic in the city.

oh, I'm also crazy obsessed in love with twilight, still to this day. hehehe I'm glad you also understand that! awww long live is the cutest song to ever exist!

It does!!! There's no one else who can write anything remotely similar to hers and I think that is so incredible!!! We see so many songs that are so similar in so many different way nowadays everywhere, but there isn't really any that can be mistaken for hers. She's such a genius, a whole genre, so unique!!

Having siblings can be a challenge, but it's also so wonderful!

oh, that's amazing!!! wow I saw your pic of her and she's the cutest dog!!!! It makes me so happy you did that. hehe I can relate, my cat would also eat all the cat food in the house in one sitting if i allowed it. :p

I'll give it a listen, I've heard some beabadoobee songs and I really enjoyed them. ah, I've also been very much obsessively listening to that Olivia song!

Have a wonderful weekend!

hiiiiiiiiii!! happy Friday the 13th 🔮 to my fellow witch!! :))

I just don’t have a lot of time for more intricate ones, but let me tell you, if I could work from home, I would definitely make cooler ones! Mine are all pretty much just pony beads and alphabet beads 😂😂 right like their talent like????? I’m constantly in awe of coco and jen’s talent in making bracelets 🤍

IT’LL BE YOUR FIRST?? omg you are going to have the BEST TIME!!!! Taylor has gone above and beyond with the eras tour and I’m so excited you’ll get to see it for your first Taylor show! I love that you’ll get to see her go through the eras (well except debut but we aren’t gonna talk about that one 🙃) rather than just having highlights of certain songs on a tour that’s focused on an album.

our showing isn’t until 7:30 PDT but I’m super excited bc we’re all gonna get ready together! I actually ended up driving about 4 hours to see the movie with my friends (I recently moved for my job and used to live like 20 minutes away from them lol) so I’m tired but pumped at the same time!

It is but I actually went from a big city to a more rural area back in August! I lived south of Portland for the last 7 years but moved back to the town my family lives in because I got a better job than what I had previously. I will say one perk about the small town is that it has the BEST taco truck ever so I can’t complain much! Yeah being back in the city I used to be in has been wild because I’ve forgotten how busy it gets and how bad traffic can be!

SAME! I recently saw where someone has been making the twilight saga but with muppets and let me tell you, it was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time!! Long Live is such a sweet song and I legit cried when Taylor played it at my eras tour show!

yes!!! Taylor has cultivated her sound over the years and turned it into something that is so uniquely her! She also has been working with a lot of the same people over the years so it just makes it all sound so much more consistent (like Jack, Liz Rose and more recently Aaron Dessner)!

It can be! Sometimes it’s wild because my older brother and I can get mistaken for a couple (even though he’s very openly gay) and it’s always so funny when people realize we’re siblings! Mind you this happened recently too at our favourite taco truck 😂😂

she’s the absolute sweetest girl in the whole world and I’m so lucky to be her mom! Oh let me tell you, Kayla cannot be left alone around food sometimes. Once I was eating chicken nuggets and she straight up took one from my plate when I wasn’t paying attention. She has also stolen fries out of my hand when I wasn’t looking. The joys of having a rescue who was a street dog 😂 Winnie is much more well behaved in that sense but she’s definitely a talker! She’s half Siamese and loves to just talk at anyone who’ll listen to her!

I love Bea! She has this amazing sound and I really love her voice (I’m also just a damn sucker for anything that sounds like her music)! Plus she’s someone that Taylor likes as well, since she opened for the eras tour for like 12 shows, and taylor dedicated our song to Bea at her first opening show!

I LOVE GUTS SO MUCH LIKE ITS UNREAL!!!! I love sour but I feel like you could really feel the teenage angst in guts (which is my favvvvvvvv). I’m such a sucker for any music that sounds remotely like paramore - which Olivia does sound like!

I Hope you have the loveliest of weekends and I can’t wait to talk to you more soon! 🤍🤍🤍

[alexsfictionaddiction]

Alex Recommends: September Books

I am writing this from the bedroom of a student flat that I have just moved into. I am really excited to be a student again and intrigued to see what is to come. Although I’m in a place that I love with many interesting possibilities before me, I’d be lying if I wasn’t also a bit anxious.

I know that I’m going to miss Mark so much. Luckily, we are used to having a week or so apart every now and then and we are planning on seeing each other every weekend, as he is only a couple of hours away. However, we are both going to be very busy, so we’ll see how that actually pans out. One thing I do know is that our relationship will be OK. Considering I’ve been in a very similar situation to this before which didn’t work out, the fact that I am confident that Mark and I will survive is a really big thing for me to able to say. I’m incredibly lucky to have a partner that makes me that secure.

The past month has been a build up for this big life change, so I have been a little stressed but very thoughtful. I still have pieces of paid writing work coming in and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to carry on doing those alongside my uni work. It doesn’t pay much but nowadays, every penny you can make is very useful and I’m sure I’ll be very grateful for any supplement to my not enormous student loan!

I’ve been reading a lot recently and I know you’re going to love the selection this month. As the evenings get darker, I am craving the spooky, mysterious reads. Is it weird that I feel that many books belong to certain ‘seasons’? I really feel that thrillers, mysteries, historical fiction and epic fantasies are autumn/winter books while rom-coms, contemporaries and literary fiction are more for spring/summer. It’s not even the season that the books are set in, I just get specific seasonal vibes from them. If you feel the same, please let me know, so that I know that’s not another quirk of my brain!

Anyway, here are five amazing reads for you. Enjoy!

-Love, Alex x

FICTION: Killers Of A Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn.

Billie, Natalie, Mary Alice and Helen have worked as elite assassins for the Museum for 40 years and they’re at the very top of their game. Now in their sixties, the network sends the team on a special holiday to mark their collective retirement, they’re each thinking about what the future holds. But it appears that someone is hunting them and it appears that it’s someone from inside the Museum. Only a Museum top dog can call off a hit, so it seems that the women will have to work together to turn against the organisation they’ve served for decades in order to survive. This witty, unique novel is a cosy crime story with characters that you really want to come out on top. There are some wonderful friendships to explore and an incredibly page-turning plot, finished off with plenty of quirky humour. I’d love to read of these ladies’ adventures!

LITERARY FICTION: Junie by Chelene Knight.

Set within a thriving Black community in the East End of Vancouver during the 1930s, Junie grows up with her jazz singing mother Maddie. Maddie’s alcohol dependency is becoming a problem while Junie is exploring a close friendship with her classmate Estelle. As an adult, Junie is grappling with forging a career as an artist and figuring out her sexuality while her mother sinks further into addiction and the community that once felt so warm and promising changes. One thing that really struck me while reading Junie was how strong the sense of time and place were. I’ve never been to Vancouver and certainly wasn’t around in the 1930s but I could see, hear and smell everything about the setting, which I thought was amazing. It’s a very moving story about more than one strained mother-daughter relationship and it’s also a tale of friendship, race and queerness. It’s a very quiet, insular book which makes it quite an intimate reading experience that is perfect for curling up with.

MIDDLE-GRADE: Alice Éclair Spy Extraordinaire! A Recipe For Trouble by Sarah Todd Taylor.

By day, Alice Éclair helps her mother in a bakery but by night, she’s a spy. When she receives a message from her uncle that an enemy secret agent is up to no good, she must board a fancy train ride to stop them. But it seems that every passenger has a secret! This fun mystery adventure definitely has some Christie vibes and will be the perfect fit, if you have a Wells & Wong-shaped hole in your life. There were definitely some twists that I didn’t foresee and a pace that just keeps running. Alice is a very loveable heroine, who I can’t wait to meet again. I just hope she brings more of her delicious baked goods!

FANTASY: The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas.

Every decade, a Sunbearer must ensure that Reino del Sol is safe from the evil Obsidian gods. The winner of the trials brings light to each of the temples but the loser is sacrificed to the gods to keep them at bay and fuel the protective Sun Stones for the next ten years. This year, semidiós Teo is eligible for The Sunbearer Trials but as a Jade, he’s not expected to be picked. He hasn’t spent his life training for them like the Golds have. However, this time it seems that the gods have other plans. Not one but two Jades are picked to compete. What chance do they have against a group of highly skilled warriors? The Sunbearer Trials is a very high-stakes, mythological fantasy with a fantastic diverse cast of characters and trans-masc hero in Teo. It does contain the deadly trial trope but it’s far from another Hunger Games. I loved so much of the imagery in this book. Thomas does an amazing job at writing a world that is so beautiful with some very interesting magic. It ends with a crazy twist that I don’t think any reader could have expected. I’m excited for the sequel!

THRILLER: Daisy Darker by Alice Feeney.

They haven’t seen each other for years but the Darker family are reuniting to celebrate Nana��s 80th birthday, each with a closely-guarded secret of their own. Gathered together at Seaglass, Nana’s strange Gothic mansion on a tiny Cornish island, a horrendous storm and the tides mean that the family are trapped together for a whole night. But at midnight, Nana is found dead at the bottom of the stairs and an hour later, another family member is dead. Someone is picking the Darkers off one by one and they won’t stop until the past has been dealt with. I am obsessed with isolated thrillers and despite having read many of them, they still manage to put the chills into me. Daisy Darker was such a deliciously riveting, pitch-black read. It’s very claustrophobic, very twisty and pays excellent homage to And Then There Were None, while still being its own story. It features plenty of toxic family relationships and some horrific secrets with some truly abhorrent characters. Alice Feeney is fast becoming one of my favourite thriller writers because I can never put her books down.

[seekforwarmth]

Hellooooo from your Secret Santa🎄🧑🏻‍🎄🤍:

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you, because I didn't! <3 Here I am💕💕

Don't worry, I'm enjoying these messages a lot! They're not stressful at all and I'm loving writing to you<3

I'm really glad to read that you had a good day yesterday! Do you teach kids or teenagers? And to answer your questions, I do not like football; my family wasn't a big football fan growing up so I was never interested on it. I love fics, the whole reason I kept my sanity during lockdown was because of fics. Naps? My #1 true passion. I love sleeping and I love long naps with my dog next to me<3

I had a very easy day yesterday, no work for me so that means no stress at all and I was reall thankful for that, Today in the other hand, was a little bit stressful, my boss and I are getting a lot of fights lately but nothing too serious, I just think it's a rough patch between me and her. We'll get throught it. How was your day? Hopefully you had a beautiful morning and now you're having a happy evenning!<3

The number we coincide on it's 13, for some reason or another it has always been present in my life! I do think we will get along really well once you discover who I am<33 Maybe we are in the same hemisphere, maybe not, who knows?👀👀

I'm an introvert just like you, it's hard for me to be out of my comfort zone but once I feel good in it, there's no one who'll shut my mouth, lmao. Cats are beautiful! I only know so little of them because I've never been so close to one:( But I think they're amazing and cuddly <333 Love 4 non blodes!! It's my mama's favorite band and I also grow up listening to "whats up?" omg, now I'm thinking if we have the same age mmm. As a favorite song, I don't think I have one because I love music too much that's difficult to choose one. But I'll tell you the first song I ever learn how to sing was "My happy ending" by Avril Lavigne, that song was my anthem when I was 8 years old, I think.

Wel well, it's getting really interesting to know more about you! I hope you don't think I'm a creep for asking so many questions hahaha soooo for today I would like to know if you do like and enjoy christmas? and tell me a memorie that makes you really happy everytime you think of it. I'll be waiting to read it <33

Another long message just for youuuuuu<33 I feel this was a listless one, I'm not on right set of mind because I'm sleepy hahhaa I've been up since 4am so sorry :( but tomorrow you'll get a better message. I promise! But still, I really hope you enjoyed this message<333

Sending you big and long hugssss wherever you are xx

hello lovely! so glad to hear from you!

i’m sorry you didn’t have a good day today and i hope everything gets better between you and your boss. i know what it’s like to have a difficult relationship at work, so i can only pray for it to not take a toll on you.

abt my job, i teach teenagers! that’s why it can get a bit stressful at times but i tried to understand them bc i was a teenager once as well lol. what kind of fics do you like? i feel like my taste has changed the last couple of years, and maybe the lockdown had something to do with it bc i tried to read as much as i could. and i take naps with my cat! although he takes his own whenever he wants and only joins me when he feels really needy :D

i already like you! i feel you’re very similar to me bc of what you told me abt you being an introvert. it looks like we both like to talk a lot once i feel confident enough. i’ve got the feeling you’re younger than me but still a 90s baby? i’m 30 (my biggest flex is that i get to be louis’s age for half a year and then zayn’s for the other half).

i don’t mind your questions at all! i appreciate them a lot and they’re fun to answer :D i like christmas but i don’t celebrate it as i used to when i was younger. this is gonna sound super cliché but my best memories of christmas were when i still had my mum, and when my youngest nephew was born. nowadays i celebrate louis’s birthday more than anything hehe. do you like christmas though? how do you celebrate it?

thanks for your lovely message and your kind words! i hope you get to rest tonight after a long day! sending love and hugs your way! <333

[teawiththegods]

Going to your discussion of Hades and Zeus and mythology. It really rankles me that people turned Persephone into a #girlboss and rewrite the story so she chooses to go to the underworld. I understand for some it’s a way to justify enjoying Hades and Persephone as a couple. Even with that understanding, I still don’t like it. Guess what? You don’t have to have a rewritten, morally correct story to validate your enjoyment of something. Especially when it comes to the Theoi. Idk part of me just doesn’t really understand the struggle of that. Like why is it so difficult to take the myths the way they are, accept them, examine them yes, but still accept the myths in their entirety. Maybe it’s all the new reimaginings and popularity of LO in particular that has my feathers ruffled but. It makes me want to go deeper into privacy about worshipping Hades and Persephone. - scytheandseed

You don’t have to have a rewritten, morally correct story to validate your enjoyment of something.

I think you hit the nail on the head with that line. Personally I think this is at least one of the core problems. I’ve noticed this issue with media and storytelling in general even outside of Greek Mythology. People, especially the younger crowd, have an aversion to liking morally ambiguous or just straight up immoral characters. They often go to great lengths to either again absolve the character of their sins or put the blame on another character (sound familiar??). This is why redemption arcs are so popular nowadays. People want their favorite character to receive the Zuko treatment believing it’ll give them permission to like the character. But stories don’t work that way and neither do fully fleshed out real characters. Not everyone is deserving of a redemption arc nor do they need one. As someone who LOVES villains (esp badass women who want nothing more than to watch the world burn) I’m quite happy with them the way that they are thank you very much!

But it all def echoes back to the good vs. evil rhetoric of Christianity. It’s why a lot of people have a hard time with The Iliad. They can’t wrap their heads around the idea that there IS NO good guy or bad guy. They are all just dumb guys fighting their dumb war. (Yes, it hurts me to say but Patroclus and Hector are included 😢). But so often you see Agamemnon framed as the “evil” one and Achilles as the “good” one despite the fact that Achilles did PLENTY of awful things. ITS WAR! They all do awful things but you know only one of them was gay and pretty so clearly he’s absolved of his sins. Agamemnon, did you try being gay and pretty?? Maybe if you were gay and pretty everyone would look the other way with Iphigenia like they did with Briseis. Or how about getting a dog? Idk something about a guy with a dog makes people want to forget about all your misdeeds. Just a suggestion. Still gonna cheer when your wife murders you in the bathtub tho so maybe it doesn’t really matter 🤷🏻‍♀️

Writing all that sarcasm made me think how another issue is the romanticizing of these relationships. Like I understand it more when it comes to Achilles and Patroclus considering how lacking we🌈 are of stories about us and our love however removing or ignoring unsavory aspects of Achilles (and even Patroclus bc he WAS a participant in all of this) is a complete disservice to him as a character and the story as a whole. You have to take the bad with the good, babes. The same goes for Hades. If you’re gonna take the myth literally than you have to accept that your homeboy saw a 12 year old girl thought “yeah gotta have that”, asked Big Poppa for permission, and then took her once he got it without any care or concern for Persephone or Demeter’s feelings. That’s just the reality. I don’t make the news I just report it!

Psssst…the solution is to not take the myths literally!!

Anyway, lots babbling from me (I blame the Covid tho it’s likely not the Covid 🤣) and I didn’t even touch on the main part of your ask which is about the portrayal of Persephone. I completely agree! Honestly I’ve read soooooo many of these feminist retellings of the myths and while I understand and support the efforts, they really just all feel the same. Like every character is the same regardless of which character is being portrayed. And they all just follow the same formula and I’m just bored.

That’s honestly how I feel with ALL retellings and even media that features the gods. Bored. So damn bored.

[sabertoothwalrus]

there are lots of different variations of the SU x GF crossover so I wanted to share my own headcanons! (which apply to all of the comics I’ve made)

General:

It takes place post-SUF and post-GF (no Bill stuff, sorry guys lol)

Steven crosses paths with Stan and Ford while he was still on the east coast, sometime in the late winter/early spring

maybe they invite him onto their boat for a chat and some cocoa idk

Stan gave Steven his beanie (which is why I’ve been drawing Steven wearing a beanie)

They suggested he visit the Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls whenever he’s in the area. Stan and Ford would there in the summer for Dipper and Mabel’s birthday, so they hopefully meet again if the timing was right (and it is)

By the late spring/early summer, Steven makes it to Gravity Falls

He initially only plans to stay for a couple days, but gets on well will Soos (and Melody!), and within a day or so the twins arrive, who convince him to work at the shack for the summer

Steven agrees, but leaves when the twins go back to school, since there’s only a small handful of people in Gravity Falls he can actually stand to be around (they’re all a bit to mean for his tastes)

Steven is suuuuper gullible, and can’t quite differentiate between the Mystery Shack gimmicks and the genuinely supernatural. Like I said on this comic, he doesn’t really have a reason to be skeptical of things that are out of the ordinary, and he’s excited by stuff that he knows isn’t caused by gem stuff.

Since Steven is staying in Gravity Falls on his birthday (August 15th), the gems would certainly come visit. They can’t stay for very long, though, since they’re pretty busy nowadays. 

Stan and Ford don’t arrive until mid August, and head back to the Atlantic Ocean shortly after Dipper and Mabel’s birthday

There might still be a corrupted gem or two lurking in the woods, but overall there’s a pretty astonishing lack of gem-related activity. Steven finds himself out of his element (but he’s kind of digging it??)

Mabel learns that Steven has never been to school, and now with her first year’s experience of high school under her belt, convinces her friends, Dipper, and Wendy to let Steven pretend he’s a high school student for a day, and set up a fake classroom with fake homework and everything. 

I usually roll my eyes at suspiciously perfect coincidences, like certain characters previously knowing each other or someone Steven knows just so happens to visit the Mystery Shack while he’s working there, but I do like the concept that Wendy or Robbie is familiar with Sadie’s music. Maybe Steven could let Sadie call them and do a mini-performance over the phone lol

Character dynamics:

Sometimes Steven will state unusual facts about himself so nonchalantly, no one can tell whether he’s fucking with them or not

Like most other iterations of this crossover, Dipper has taken a High interest in solving What’s Up With Steven, even though there’s nothing to solve.

Steven isn’t THAT open. He doesn’t share every little detail about himself, especially regarding his recent trauma. (I mean, it’s extremely personal, why would he yknow)

Dipper actually gets a little jealous of how well Steven and Mabel get along, even when they’re doing stuff he’s not into. Cause like, that’s his sister! >:0

pre-Future Steven would not have been very fond of Dipper, but post-Future Steven definitely is. He sees how much Dipper tries to take himself too seriously and act “grown up”, and it reminds Steven that he needs to be better about that too.

Ford can read gem glyph, to Steven’s delight

Stan has a HUGE soft spot for Steven, especially if he learns his story. He has a bit of overlap in the “faked my death and lived a huge portion of my life under a different identity” department.

Pearl would probably get along with Stan for the same reason

You’d might think Pearl would like Ford cause they’re both “intellectuals” or smth idk but she’d think he’s kind of stuffy and actually her favorite of the bunch would be Soos lol

Stan has also traveled to every state, so he makes sure to pass on to Steven his (frankly very bad) advice.

Steven tries to get along with Wendy’s friends, but quickly realizes how little he vibes with them

Waddles is big now! I can’t decide whether I like him better as a regular pig or a pot-bellied big. Even if he were a pot-bellied pig, after a year he’d be 100 pounds at least, and nearly the size of a large dog. But if he were a regular farm pig, he’d be a b e a s t

Steven wouldn’t fuse with anyone here. The only humans he’s ever fused with are Connie, who is his closest friend and girlfriend, and his dad. I just don’t see it happening.

I may or may not add more as I go. I probably won’t delve into every combination of every single crystal gem and every single Gravity Falls citizen, because 1) there’s too many to count and 2) most of those interactions are probably unlikely to happen anyway. 

[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 20: Nattduksbord

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

This means something; Mulder can feel it.

This signifies a shift in their relationship; a step forward, from platonic partners to a romantic couple. It’s a shared experience that has the potential to change their dynamic forever. Years of trust, fighting together against a common enemy, seeking the truth… it could all come crashing down today, in a shopping mall in Woodbridge, Virginia.

They’re going to IKEA.

Summer is on the rise, and the humidity is close to stifling as they buckle into his car. Scully’s wearing a little striped t-shirt, capri pants, and sandals, revealing sky blue painted toes. For a disorienting moment Mulder wonders if he’s going to develop a foot fetish. Probably not, but Dana Scully could make even the most vanilla of men want to do crazy things.

“Do you have your shopping list?” Scully asks as he starts the car.

He pulls the folded scrap of paper out of the chest pocket of his white t-shirt. “Right here,” he replies, eyes darting over to her for one more look as he holds out the list.

She takes it, catching his eyes momentarily. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asks.

I want to suck your toes. “You look nice today, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Scully can probably tell he’s desperate for her; she can read him like a dog-eared, yellowed paperback. He’s simultaneously grateful for her sharp instincts and embarrassed by his carnal desires. He hasn’t gotten laid in four years, and he fears he’ll be too eager when the time comes. As it is, he can barely believe she’s let him have even the smallest glimpses of her as a sexual being. She’s intoxicating, and he’s dizzy with the knowledge that this beautiful, brilliant, downright edible woman actually wants him. Him, a mortal man of aliens and bad ties and a porn collection that’s gradually becoming least seventy-five percent redheads. A man without a bed.

Hence their Saturday morning pilgrimage to the shrine where all new couples journey to find furnishings, low prices, and themselves.

“So, we’re looking for one tall bookshelf, a locking filing cabinet, a bed, and two night tables,” Scully reads. She refolds the paper and reaches across him to tuck it back into his shirt pocket. “That’s clearly not all going to fit in this car,” she notes.

“I’ll get the bigger stuff delivered,” he says.

It’s only a twenty minute drive from Mulder’s place, and they have the air-conditioning on. Mulder is starting to relax; it’s been a long time since he’s had a partner, in the domestic sense, and he’d forgotten that it makes the mundane more bearable.

Scully clears her throat almost imperceptibly. “I’m proud of you, by the way.”

“Really? Why?” Mulder asks.

“You managed to get rid of a lot of stuff,” she says, turning up the dial on the car’s air conditioner. “And organization is very clearly not your strong suit, so progress should be acknowledged and celebrated.”

“Yippee,” Mulder deadpans.

“You know, it’s odd; we’ve known each other for all these years and I never asked… why don’t you have a bed, Mulder?”

There it is, the question he knew would come up at some point. He clears his throat, grips the steering wheel a little tighter. “I, uh… I lived with someone, around ‘91. Another agent, actually. We were together for a while, and then one day she took some assignment in Europe and that was that. I got rid of everything that was hers, and that, uh, included the bed.” Technically our bed, he thinks. He winces. He’s never talked to Scully about Diana before, and he wonders if she’ll be upset that he was withholding such a large piece of personal information.

Scully is quiet. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “That’s… I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it,” Mulder says. “It’s not like it’s some big painful secret. I just… don’t really think about her anymore.”

“It’s alright,” Scully says. “I think it’s best for these kinds of things to come up naturally. And… I was dating someone when we met,” Scully confesses. “We broke up as soon as I got back from Bellefleur.”

Mulder looks at her quickly. “Really? Why?”

She furrows her brow. “Multiple reasons, but primarily I realized that this job, my assignment, was bigger than I’d anticipated. And the things you and I went through together, the things I’d seen… when I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to be tied down to him. To have to go home and have this man ask me how my day was, as though he could ever understand even half of what we do.”

“So you chose the job over him,” Mulder muses.

“In essence… I chose you,” Scully points out. “Whether I knew it then or not. I’d never be able to turn my back on you.”

Mulder exhales slowly. He’s strangely moved.

“Take a left at the next light,” Scully prompts softly. “And yes, I do realize the irony in breaking things off with a man because of his normalcy, only to continue trying to date so-called ‘normal’ men.”

Mulder shrugs. “No, it makes sense. Maybe he just wasn’t right for you, but the next normal guy could be, right?”

“Right,” Scully sighs. “Einstein’s definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results.”

“I’ve been led to believe that being with me is another type of insanity,” Mulder points out. “And objectively, I can’t disagree.”

“You do make me crazy,” Scully agrees, voice low. “But that’s not always a bad thing.” He feels her small hand squeeze his thigh. “And I fully intend to return the favor.”

Mulder lets out a quiet groan, hands sweaty on the steering wheel. “You planning on giving me some roadside assistance, Agent Scully? Because I’m gonna need it if you keep doing that.”

She removes her hand, tucks her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t do anything,” she says innocently.

“Uh huh.” He pulls into the IKEA parking lot. “Well, we’re here. You ready?”

“As ready as a person can be for a labyrinthian furniture store on a muggy Saturday,” she replies.

-

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Mulder says from his spot on the bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered pieces of a ‘HOLLEBY’ bedside table. “These instructions are useless and-” he flips through the booklet, “-thirty-two pages long, Jesus.”

Scully doesn’t respond; her eyes are glued to her own manual as she assembles a drawer from the second of the two nightstands. “Shh,” she hushes him softly. “I’m concentrating.”

“How have you managed to put any of these pieces together?” he asks, scooting across the floor to her. “There aren’t even words, just vague illustrations.”

She has a screw between her lips as she lines up two of the wood pieces. “I took wood shop in high school,” she says around the metal pin. She removes it and inserts it into a pre-drilled hole. “I guess that was some kind of preparation for assembling flatpack furniture?”

“That’s adorable,” Mulder says, rising to open a window. The room is stuffy with the day’s heat, and his t-shirt is glued to his back. “Do you still have any of the things you made in class?”

“The step stool in my kitchen,” she replies. “And my mom might have some things I’ve forgotten about.”

He casually strips off his sweaty t-shirt and tosses it in the laundry basket. “Remind me to look at that stool the next time we’re at your place,” he says. “Also I’m gonna order a pizza, you interested?”

Scully looks up at him then and is seemingly surprised by the absence of his shirt. “It’s hot in here,” Mulder explains, almost defensive.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Scully says, eyes shamelessly traveling his torso. “And I’m always interested.”

“Are we still talking about pizza here, or…”

“Make my half one with everything, please,” she says, attention returning to her project.

“Wait a minute,” he says, dropping to his knees next to her on the carpet. “I’m not done here.” He leans in and presses his mouth to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. How she can still smell so good on a sticky June day, he doesn’t know; but he wants to lick her entire body.

“Mulder,” she sighs, putting down her screwdriver, “You’re distracting me.”

“That’s the idea,” he says, lips wandering up her neck and behind her ear. He flicks his tongue against her earlobe. “Forget the furniture, honey,” he says, all hot breath and lust. “We don’t need it for what I have in mind.”

Suddenly she’s facing him, looping her arms around his neck. “I’m doing this for you,” she purrs. “Do you think I like putting together IKEA furniture? No one likes it, Mulder. It’s like a multidimensional jigsaw puzzle.”

He pulls her onto his lap. “Oh, but I think you do,” he says, nibbling her ear. “You like being capable Doctor Scully, in charge of things… showing me what those hands can do.”

She leans in, licking his full lower lip. “Not everything is about you, Mulder,” she says, pressing a scorching kiss to his mouth. “I’m just doing my coworker a favor.”

“Is that what they call this nowadays?” he asks, hands clasping her hips as she grinds down on his lap.

She shuts him up with a kiss, the furniture and pizza forgotten.

[mariahthelioness29]

NURTURING A FRIENDSHIP 

( Maintaining Friendships pt.2) 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Plus Size Reader 

Words: 4.2K 

Warnings: SMUT (nasty but loving), slight degradation, unprotected sex, drug use, mentions of alcohol 

Please if you are a minor do not interact, due to the themes of this fic, this story is 18+ 

A/N: Here it is a part 2 as promised hope you like it. 

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Bucky called you a few times after your lunch with him. 

You texted him the address of the restaurant, with 7:00 p.m

You have facetimed ever since he got an iPhone and Bucky likes it when you send him pictures of you.

Today you have been extremely busy, with meetings and finally, you picked the phone and saw a message from Bucky.

“Where is my daily picture ?, Bucky texted you

“Very bold from the man, who was walking with a flip phone a couple of days ago”, you texted back

“Good Afternoon to you too”, you send him.

 Bucky sends you a voice message “Jesus, having a flip phone is a capital sin in Wakanda or something?”, He laughs “Good afternoon, doll, how’s work ?”

“I mean it’s prehistoric, busy a lot of meetings today” you replied via text.

Bucky licks his lips and shakes his head. 

He takes a picture of him shirtless with a cute smile and sends it to you. 

Wish you were here, I could distract you from work, take a break, he texts. 

“ Who taught you to send thirst traps ?", you text him laughing seeing the pic. 

“ Isn’t this what people do to woo each other nowadays?, give me a break I’m trying”

“Is it working ?”, he texts you 

You look at the pic and sink your teeth on your bottom lip. 

“It is, but in person it's so much better, the pictures don’t do you justice”, you replied.

He sends another voice message.  

You put on your headphones giddy for his reply.

“For fucks sake, you can’t say shit like that and not be here”

“What ?”, “Are you that desperate that my words are reeling you, horny dog”., you replied 

You don’t know how the conversation changed from PG to NSFW, but is a welcome change after almost a week of you keeping it cute.

“Yes”, he texted 

Oh, yeah? be a good boy and show me with a video, get to it”, you order him via text

You read your papers, with the anticipation of the video in the back of your mind.

Bucky sighed “fuck”, he has never sent a picture or a video of himself like that, but he trusts you so he manages to put the phone on the nightstand against the lamp to take a video, he presses record.

 After a couple of minutes, You hear your cell vibrate and there it is.You open the video.

He frowned in concentration, figuring out if the camera was recording or not

“Is this thing recording ? he wonders out loud

oh yeah it is, the minutes are ticking”, he confirms to himself

He sits on the bed. He smiled at the camera, feeling his heartbeat out of his chest. 

‘For my best girl”, he winks to the camera, trying to hide his nerves.

He took himself out of his shorts, spit on his hand, and began to stroke himself slow, sighing, mouth slightly agape, his head tilted to the side until he was fully hard.

‘F-fuck”, he stuttered 

“I have never done this”, he breathes out, pumping himself fast with his vibranium hand. 

He groans and moans, squeezing himself, rolling his hips into his hand. 

“I can’t wait for the day, you let me inside again, I have never forgotten how you felt wrapped around me, it’s like heaven on earth”, Bucky confessed with a strangled voice in between his high pitch dragged out moans. He keeps teasing his tip with his thumb while jerking off. 

You feel yourself getting wet, because of his words and moans.

His dick so thick and long, and the red tip, shining with precum.

You bite your lips, mouth-watering at the sight of him jerking himself for you. 

Your breathing is now deep and a little erratic, your nipples are hard against your bra. 

“Fuck, baby, you got me fucking riled up”, he moans. 

Bucky fondles his balls while jerking off. 

He hissed, feeling the contrast of the cold hand against his balls, and he jerks himself with his flesh hand.His hips twitch and his dick throbs in his hand, he jerks himself faster and his fist gets tighter.

His breathing is harsh and his groans get louder and deeper. 

“Oh fuck”, he growls, feeling his release near. 

He pumps himself a couple of times crying out your name on repeat until his mouth is agape, his breath and moans come out stuttered while ropes of cum spurt out of him painting his abs, his hand while he looks into the camera. 

He throws his head back, trying to control his breathing with a smile of relief after emptying himself. 

He hums enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure .He takes the phone and closes up to his cum painted abs. 

“ Such a shame, this should be in you instead of painted on my stomach”, he pants

“ Have a good day, sweetheart, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, he pants smiling at the camera, and the video stops. 

“Bast”, you breathe, suddenly the room has become hotter. 

You text him. 

“My day got so much better, thank you, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”

“You’re welcome, doll”, he rasps via voice message.

After work, you shop for a nice dress for tomorrow night. A cute, lilac silk dress with a high slit with your clear high heels. You look at the lilac lingerie. You remember the first compliment he dared to say. You had a crown of flowers, the children did it and it was full of purples flowers.“ You look like a flower yourself”, he whispered while you taught him how to dance. 

Bucky was pacing around looking at the small number of clothes he had. 

He felt a skip on his heartbeat that was pleasant but at the same time, he felt his nerves tingling. He realized he was nervous but excited and that suddenly he has no clothes for this date. He took a deep breath and decided this is an emergency and called Thandiwe, Andrew, and Sam. 

"Suddenly I don't know what to wear", he laughs looking at them.

"Uncle Bucky, leave that to y/n, we guys put on some jeans and a nice shirt, that's it", Andrew answers him.  

He now has three friends: his co-worker Sam, his great grand nephew Andrew, and Thandiwe.

"I disagree, you have to look good too, put on some style too", Thandiwe replied 

Sam just laughs, "you jump off of buildings, but you are freaking out ‘cause of a date, man let's take a look at what you have. Black, black, black, like you barely have anything with color". "Oh, I see sum, is that a suede brown jacket, that would look good and that olive green t-shirt for a change? I think it will go well with the jeans, those shoes, and your gloves. You're all set". 

Thandiwe and Andrew nod smiling.

"Put it on", Thandiwe suggests. 

"See, all set", Andrew nods 

"By the way, I have not seen y/n, who is she", Andrew ask 

Bucky smiled.

"We met in Wakanda, she is.., Bucky smiles.

"Aww shit,he gone",Sam teases

" We lost him", Andrew shakes his head in faux disappointment. 

Thandiwe looks for a picture of you and sends it to the group. 

Thandiwe holds in a laugh 

"Oh, since the first day Shuri introduced him to her, he was gone", Thandiwe adds

"He froze like a deer in headlights"

Thandiwe, Bucky warns and side-eyes him.

"What?, are you going to tell me that I am wrong, ingucka", Thandiwe smirked

Bucky just shakes his suppressing a smile. 

"Wow", Andrew looks at your picture up and down and they settle on your breast. 

"Hey, watch it, eyes on her face, punk", Bucky warns Andrew. 

"What ?, I am just looking", Andrew laughs and shrugs. 

"So this what your ass was doing in Wakanda scrolling through meetWakandawomen.com all day, maybe I could tell old Steve to tell T'challa to invite me there, ‘cause goddamn". Sam looks at your picture

"You two together are insufferable", Bucky rolls his eyes. 

"So where are you going to take her ?'' Thandiwe asked. 

Bucky mentions the name of the restaurant. 

"Oh, nice", they replied

"Just be your gentleman 40s self, like Grandma Becca used to tell us stories about you", Andrew tells him. 

"It's going to be alright", Sam reassures him. 

They all said goodbyes to each other and wished him good luck on the date. 

Bucky gets dressed and he goes to the restaurant. and there you were on a sofa drinking a glass of sparkling water. 

"Hmm,7 o'clock not second less not second later, impressive", you stand up. 

You hug him and kiss his cheek. 

Bucky blushes and offers his arm.

“I cannot make my best girl wait, you look breathtaking”, Bucky takes a good look at you. 

“You don’t look that bad yourself, old man, I like the brown jacket, brings a grey green tone out of your eyes” 

Bucky is flustered ”uhmm..thank you” 

You take his arm in yours and walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats you, but Bucky pulls your chair for you and you sit. 

“`Such a gentleman, I got your flowers today” 

“Lilacs and roses”, you smile 

“That is where I got the inspiration to wear this”. 

You take a bite of your food, moaning at the flavor. 

Bucky feels a little tingle when you make that noise. 

And he drinks beer, to quench the sudden dryness of his throat. 

”I’m glad you like them, doll’

“ I am excited, I have a new job” 

“Don’t say”, you widen your eyes. 

“It’s a big project, I mean the opportunity, I have is once in a lifetime, I will be working reforming people that do not want to be part of these criminal organization, help them settle, build a new life, Sharon and I, we are putting everything together, to pitch the project ”

“Bucky I am so happy”, you squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, I also got a new therapist, don’t get me wrong, Dr. Raynor, she did what she thought was right but we have very different mindsets” 

“Wow, what a week,  a lot of change”. 

“The partnerships of the outreach and the schools are going so well, more children are learning, we are discussing opening a little bit more the borders but that will take some time,”. 

“That’s amazing, though it doesn’t surprise me, you are good at everything”, Bucky took a bite of his food not breaking eye contact with you

“You know what I love about this century apart from you, of course, Bucky said so naturally. 

“You love me? isn’t that a little too soon, it’s our first date after all”, you joke but you feel your heart miss a bit. 

“I’m a man that knows what he wants, '' Bucky drinks from his beer, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“The food, we used to boil everything”. 

“Ughh, and you all call yourself the developed world, huh ?”, you glare at him playfully 

Bucky laughs and shrugs. 

“That’s why your palette was dead, remember when you ate the goat stew with the peppers” 

“Yeah, I had to drink like a gallon of milk, felt like my mouth was in the pits of hell”, Bucky laughs 

“That hot sauce is a torture device, I might call Kiya to send me some, I put it on someone, and they’ll talk” 

“It’s not even that hot”, you frown 

“It’s a torture device, but the taste while eating is nice, it’s the burn afterward”, Bucky shudders You cackle at that

For the rest of the dinner, you laugh going to memory lane.

“This is so good, would you like a bite”, Bucky feed you with his fork 

You took a bite from the fork, looking at him. 

Bucky bites his lip looking at you eating from his fork. 

You finish eating and then dessert with champagne. 

“Whew, I feel like I am about to explode”, you sighed 

“Me too”, Bucky chuckled 

“I mean you had two entrees” 

“Super soldier appetite”, he shrugs Your mind went to another place and you just drank your champagne, trying to be subtle. 

‘Supersoldier appetite? you ask with a smirk

‘Yep”, he answered, licking his lips cocking his head to the side. 

You go with Bucky to the French Quarter with your arms wrapped around Bucky, while he rides the bike. You catch a whiff of his cologne, you hum. It smells strong but with delicate notes. It is just like him with a strong demeanor but with a delicate interior. 

Bucky parks the bike and helps you get off it. 

You go to the different bars, you go to the House of Blues and drink and listen to the different artists. 

There was a guy named SiR, playing tonight. 

His song was calm, nice and soon enough Bucky is behind you with his chin on your shoulder, in an embrace, swaying you sideways with him listening to the music. 

 He likes it. Maybe Sam is right, maybe he needs to give modern music a chance. This guy is speaking all the feelings, he felt falling in love with y/n in Wakanda. 

The man was singing: 

Why was last night the first time I felt anything in a long time

Feels like Imma fall hard said my cold heart made up its own mind

Love ain't what I came for, but it's here now, and it feels good

You told me you were special, and you meant what you said

I don't wanna leave this bed

Baby, you're all in my head

All in my head (x5)

Baby you

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm making a mistake

But who's gonna save me

Who's gonna say I'm wrong to stay

But you so amazing, it started out as fun and games

I didn't know we'd swim this deep, and she didn't know I'd be afraid

Bucky just hugged you tighter to him, and you throw your head back and he peppers your neck with light kisses

You smile and you keep swaying, enjoying his hug.

You turn around laying your head on his chest and he lifts your face by your chin and he bows his head a little and kisses you softly, a brush of his lips. 

You feel the warmth of his hug, there is a crowd, but only you two matter.

After the show, Bucky takes you home. 

He insisted to go with you to the door 

“Bucky what is going to happen, it is just the elevator, and I am going to my apartment”, you chuckle

“For my peace of mind, doll”, he entered the elevator. 

You kiss some more in the elevator, Bucky breaths you in and kisses you slow, drinking you in. 

Until the elevator stops and you reach your corridor. 

“So this is it”, you bite your lips and cross your legs, and cast your eyes down, fiddling with your hands.  

“Nice place”, Bucky admired around. 

You feel your mind racing and your heart beating fast. 

You stay looking at  each other for a second but it felt like longer. 

“I..��, you sighed, while holding the door  

“You what ?”, Bucky gets closer. 

“I want to let you in, but I am scared, last time, I blur our friendship and it didn’t go well” 

“You just broke off your engagement, and I was a semi stable-100-year-old, things have changed for the better now”, Bucky took your hand and kissed it. 

You feel a tingle when does that and you can’t help but smile

“ I’ll go slow, I promise, so goodnight, doll”, Bucky plants a kiss to your lips so softly, you feel like you're melting to the floor. Bucky smiled and let go of your hand slowly.

He began to walk away.

‘It is now or never”, you think while he walks away, you realize you don’t want him to leave

“Bucky, wait!”, you raise your voice. 

He stops dead on his track and turns around, looking at you. 

"When was the last time you smoked?",you ask him.

Bucky snorts

"I smoke it all after my first session with Dr. Raynor", Bucky confessed

"Your accent is still horrible", you tell him, scrunching your face. 

"Maybe I need some lessons, it's been a long time without speaking Xhosa", Bucky grinned. 

"Maybe I could give you some lessons", you whisper. .

You let him in your apartment. Bucky looks around, again feeling a little nostalgic, it looks like your house  in Wakanda. 

You groan, taking your heels off.

"Something wrong?", Bucky asks, a little concerned. 

"Just, these heels were killing me", you sighed plopping on the couch. 

"You could've just taken them off, I would've held them for you", Bucky sits next to you. 

"and ruin my outfit", You side eyed him with a small smile on your lips 

“Can’t do that, can we?”.Bucky set his face in faux seriousness, he scoots closer to you. .

You just chuckle shaking your head. 

There is a hidden compartment on the table, with the Kimoyo beads you open it. 

You wink at Bucky and roll the joints, seal them with your saliva. You dry them with a lighter and hand him one. 

You light it for him. He just get comfortable smoking. 

“This is the only thing that can get me a small buzz”, Bucky does a French inhale. 

You smile when he does that. 

“Oh you can do tricks”, You challenge

You puff out the smoke in little “o’s”. 

Bucky licks his lips, you take another hit and you get closer to him. 

You blow the smoke to his lips and he inhales it, your lips brushing against each other, you put the joint on the ashtray and he does too.

You kiss is heated, you fumble with his jacket and he takes it off, throwing it on the floor. He sighs and hums into kiss, drinking you in. 

You straddle him and he grabs your hips and his hands travel to your ass kneading them hard.

You mewl into his mouth, you take a breather when he kisses your neck. He gets you off his lap and sits you next to him. 

“I know you love to control me, and I love it, but let me be on top tonight, I missed you” 

His hands travel to your core, making you spread your legs. You throw your head back, he kisses your neck again. 

You feel him , pulling the lacey lingerie to the side and begin to rub you. 

You gasp and moan with your eyes closed. 

‘Drenched for me, aren’t you sugar’’, he chuckled 

“Yes, for you, since the concert”, you pant 

“ Your smell’s been driving me crazy all night”, Bucky groaned, entering his fingers in you. 

He hugs you to him while fingering you, enticing you, he breathes in your hair. 

“Fuck, I missed you”, he breaths out. 

You can only roll your rips meeting his hand halfway, moaning, looking into his blue eyes and how full of desire they look. 

You bite your lip and your chest heaving.

He hissed feeling you throb on his fingers, his pants are tight, his erection on full display. He took his fingers out of you and before you can protest, he rips your thong off of you. 

“Why did you do that”, You whine 

“I bought them, now I don’t have a set”, you pout. 

He just puts them on his nose and takes a deep breath smelling them then putting them in his jeans back pocket. 

You feel your pussy throb at that, you are liking this side of Bucky. 

“ You are mine”, he states. 

You scoff. “You haven’t made me cum”, you raise an eyebrow at him with a teasing smile. 

“Oh, doll, you are going to regret those words”, Bucky enters his fingers in you slowly. 

Then something changes, he is fingering you eager and he finds your spot, you arch off the sofa, with a whine. 

His fingers brush again and again against that spot.

“Fuck!”, you moan almost screaming

Bucky just has that shit eating grin on his face, watching you lose it for him

“This is going to be a long night, doll, the first of many”, He bites your earlobe 

Your hips jerk and your thighs tremble and you cum on his fingers, he slows down but he does not stop, until you whimper at the sensitivity. 

You catch your breath and he grabs making you stand up with him. 

You kiss each other all tongue, lip biting. 

He takes your dress off in a frenzy and you undress him in a frenzy. 

You were taking your lace bra off but he stops you, you smile knowing what he wants. 

He sits legs wide open, dick standing.

You go between his legs, kissing his dick, looking at him.

“Oh fuck”, he breathes out looking down at you. 

You stick your tongue out and he slapped it on your tongue. 

You suck him for all he is worth, bopping your head up and down, jerking the part that you can’t fit it,  till he stills your head with his two hands and he bucks into your mouth. 

“ Shit, that's it, honey, taking me so well”, he thrusts into your mouth faster, your gagging enticing him.

He stops and takes himself out of your mouth, loving how fucked out you look already, your gloss smeared, your eyes teary and trails of your spit between him and your mouth. 

You just smile and lift your bra and he gets in between your breasts. You start bouncing, loving how desperate he gets thrusting between your breasts. 

His heavy breathing, his stuttered moans, he throws his head back in complete bliss. 

"Oh my God", he moans all strangled, thrusting while your breast helps him to get off. 

You just hum and moan. 

" Come on,baby, make me yours", you whisper all sultry. 

Bucky thrust faster groaning

"Fuck that is such a sight", he looks almost in awe at his dick wedged between your breast. 

"Y/N", he cried out and he moaned. 

"That's it, I want to hear you, don't hold back, mark me", you rasp.

You keep bouncing and pushing your breast together to make it tighter for him. 

"Baby", he croaks

"Do it, I want to taste you", you moaned, feeling his dick twitch. 

Bucky throws his head back with a silent moan, tensing spurting all over your chest,neck and some of it flying to your face. 

You hum, receiving it all closing your eyes. 

Bucky looks back to you. 

"So pretty", he pants. 

You blow a kiss to him and then you scoop the cum off your face on your fingers and moan at the taste, all while looking at him.

"Taste, so good", you lick your fingers

Bucky brings you to him and you straddle him,rubbing his still hard dick between your lower lips, while he sucks on your breast. He takes off your bra and licks them clean and makes out with you, both of you moaning sharing the taste.

You lower on his length slow, gasping at the stretch till he bottoms out. 

Bucky hugs you to him tight, caging you in his arms and he just grinds in deeper making you feel all of him. 

“Fuck, you're deep”, you croak. 

Bucky just smiles and kisses your breath away while giving languid thrusts, almost pulling out and slamming back in. 

Bucky picks up the pace and you throw your ass back to him, mewling.

Breathing in each other, looking at each other lost in pleasure, your lips brushing against each other 

"You are it for me, sweetheart", Bucky breaths out,hammering up to you. 

The only thing you can do is moan and nod, your breathing is erratic, you feel that throb and your nerves are lit on fire. You throw your head back, straighten up.  

"Can feel you’re close. Give it all to me",Bucky grunts while he is  bouncing you up and down 

You tense with a loud moan escaping your lips with indiscernible clipped cursing in Xhosa. 

You groan dropping on him, your eyes rolling a little, Bucky hammering on against that spot, chasing his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he cries out with a crack in his voice till his breath in stuck in his chest  and then he spills deep in you. You hum with a lopsided smile, caged in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel the warmth and how it trickles down. 

 Catching both of your breaths, he traces your spine up and down, looking at you like hung the moon, while you lazily pepper kisses where the flesh meets the metal of his arm. 

He grabs your face with both his hands and kisses you with that softness, you feel loved. 

He lays on the couch and puts you on top of him. He stretches out his arm and grabs the joint with the lighter and lights it up. He smokes and he passes to you. You keep doing that until it's done.

“I want no one else, but you, I have you again and I won’t let you go this time”, Bucky confessed. 

“Me neither”, you whisper while tracing his scar and then peck lips. 

“You owe me a set”, You chuckle

“I’ll buy you all the sets you want”, he sighs smiling. 

You stay in comfortable silence, basking in the intimacy, both naked, smoking, convinced that you never are going to separate this time. 

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Outnumbered

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Dog Birth, Blood, Morning Dog Sickness Summary: You know what it is when my fic involves with puppy gifs. You have a dog who is Dodger’s best friend that turned into his mate. That’s right, you and your husband Chris found out that your dog is giving birth to a load of puppies and you don’t know what to do with them. You two have become outnumbered.

~~~

“Dakota!” You call for your mix-breed husky, who was outside with Dodger. You see him pounces on her, trying to signal her as to he wanted to play with her. She barks and pounces on him, the two began to chase each other through the backyard in Los Angeles.

You wanted to take them out before you and Chris go out grocery shopping along with grabbing dinner. 

They seem to be playing than the bathroom. “Come on, sweet girl!” You call. Dakota snorts and dodges Dodger’s attack and rushes over to you. She squeeze through the sliding door and Dodger follows behind, huffing.

You slid the door close and followed them into the living room. Chris was grabbing his keys as he turned to the dogs, “Hey, buddy.” Chris kneels down and cups Dakota’s face. “Hey, Kota,” He says.

You smile at them and grabbed your phone, “Ready?” You asked. Chris stands up and nods, gripping his keys in hand, “Yeah,” He leans down to place a kiss on your lips before turning away to the door.

You gave one last glance towards the dogs and you both walked out. “You sure they’ll be okay?” You asked. Your dog was always a trouble maker with Dodger, when you and Chris had gotten Dakota, she was very hyper. She loved chewing your shoes and always propped herself on the counter, eating whatever she could.

It’s worse when she’s with Dodger. You from the start had to keep her in another room with toys and food.

Now, she was doing well, less chewing and being less of a hyper dog. Dodger would play with her, you two were happy to see him happy with another dog. They became best friends.

So, you got into Chris’s car and you drove to the store.

.

Just like a normal day, you gotten dog food, bathing supplies and a few goods from almost every aisle. Chris was grabbing beer for himself with a movie. He lifted it up to you with a grin, “Look what I found.”

You turn to see the movie in his hand, you grin, “You wanna watch Central Intelligence?” You asked. Chris nods, “Yeah, I heard it was a good movie. Besides we already have The Winter Soldier, that was my second choosing.” You shake your head and turned away, “Come on, put it in the cart.” Chris placed his things in the cart.

You paid for the things and headed out to his car. Chris helped you putting the groceries in the back. Giving you a quick kiss on your head, he closes the back of his car and you both headed to the front, sitting in your seats.

You were gone for about 30 minutes. You and Chris were driving back home. Dinner was brought back home and Chris carried the groceries while you handled the food.

You hear Dakota and Dodger bark at the door.

“We’re back, babies!” You say, walking in to see Dodger spinning in circles. Dakota had her tail wag very low usually if you’re scolding her. But she was happy. Her tail just seemed off. Dakota didn’t do anything bad during your absence which was good.

“All right, I’ll put the stuff away and you set the movie up,” He says, you hum as he kisses you again and walks over to the kitchen.

That night, it ended very well. 

.

Two weeks had passed and you were walking over to the kitchen. You noticed Dakota was following you very close. She peered up at you with love, she licks your bare calf as you reached for a coffee mug. “You love mama, do you?” You asked, she hears Dodger come by and he happily trots his way over to you and Dakota.

You look down to see Dakota lift up her flews and let out a low growl. Dodger’s tail lowers. “Kodabear, no,” You lower your hand under her chin and lifted it up, soothing her. “It’s okay, it’s just Dodger.”

Dakota looks back at Dodger and he slowly approaches her again. She gently licks his neck and turns away. You were somewhat confused and concern on what was going on with Dakota.

She wouldn’t growl at Dodger.

.

A week later, you were beginning to feed the dog’s. Pulling up their bowls to the counter, you filled it up with water and the other with dog food. About a cup and a half, you look over to see Dodger and Dakota peer up at you with delight. “You hungry?” You asked them.

Dodger barks lowly and spun. You placed the bowls on the ground and Dodger went straight in. Dakota on the other hand didn’t. She looked at her water bowl and licked it once, going over to the dog food, she sniffs it and looks up to you again.

“That’s all you’re getting,” You say, she uses her nose and nudges the bowl, tipping it over and spilling the food across the ground. “Dakota!” You softly scold, kneeling down to pick up the food.

She sniffed the food again and sat down. You groan, “What’s going on with you? I thought you loved this food? You want wet food?” You asked. And that’s what you did. You gave her wet food. Looking down at the can, Dakota sniffed it. You were leaning on the counter, waiting for her to eat.

Chris comes in, looking at you who was impatient. “What’s up?” He asked, he looked down to Dakota. “What? Is she not eating?” He asked. You sighed softly, watching your dog nudge the bowl once and gaze up at you.

“She didn’t want the dry food and she’s being a picky little dog.” Chris looks up to you with a blank expression, it confused you. “What?” You asked. Chris stared at you for a couple of seconds and finally shook his head, “Nothing.” He then left you in the kitchen with Dakota.

You didn’t have your coffee that morning now.

.

Week four, Dakota finally relieved you when she went back to eating. It was kind of odd how she was acting these weeks. She stood by you the whole day and night. She would growl or be less active around the house. 

Her growling would be towards Dodger and seconds later she’s loving him. On the couch, she growls when Chris pets her. Something was very off about your dog.

You and Chris thought she was having organ failures or something. It worried the hell out of you two. Chris finally chose the day to take her to the vet. Chris had her on a leash and took her up to the vet. You followed behind, nervously thinking how you would live without Dakota. 

She was a very good dog and you only had her for 2 years. Holding her close, you and Chris checked up at the desk and waited for a few minutes. You look down to Dakota and gently pet her. Chris then did it and she accepted it for a bit.

A nice woman walks out with a smile, “Dakota Evans?” She asked. You and Chris give her smiles and stood up, following her to one of the rooms. “I heard that Dakota was acting strange around the house, is that correct?”

Chris nods, “Yeah, we have another dog at home and she’s really good with him but nowadays she’s like growling or... growling at me. But with her, she’s fine,” Chris says, gesturing to you.

The woman nods, “She’s also a picky eater? What do you give her?”

Chris shrugs, “Regular dog food, she did have wet food but she just always tip the bowl over and stare.” The woman nods and writes things down. “How long has this been going on?”

You and Chris look at each other. “About 3, 4 weeks?” You said. She nods in response. “Okay, I want to check her real quick, run a few tests and I’ll be back to you guys in a few minutes. You wait here and I can take her with me.” Chris nods and hands her the leash.

The woman spoke softly to Dakota as she followed him. You and Chris sat in the smaller room. Few minutes in that room, Chris was staring at the dog and cat posters. He noticed your hands fidget with each other and he slips his hand between them, holding them. “It’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna be okay,” He reassures.

I shake my head, “I just don’t want to lose her.” Chris brings your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to them. The door clicks and Dakota was the first to come in, rushing up to you. You and Chris coo at her. The woman smiles in a good way, holding the clipboard in hand.

You look up to her, “So?” You ask.

“Congratulations. Dakota’s pregnant.” Your face drops along with Chris, his smile is completely gone. “What?” You and Chris say in unison. The woman grins, “I’m guessing this was unplanned?”

You laugh in disbelief, “I thought Dodger was fixed, I-” You pause and glare at Chris. He tilts his head, giving you the ‘why you staring at me’ look. He smiles sheepishly, “Sorry?” He asked.

You hit him but not hard. “I thought you said he was fixed?”

“You can’t tell that he has his balls?” Chris turns to the doctor, “Sorry.” The woman chuckles. Chris takes your hands, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. Why isn’t Dakota neutered?” He asked.

“Because I didn’t plan on it!” You said, rubbing your temples once you pulled them out of his hands. “Oh, my god...” You groan. You couldn’t handle another 7 puppies in the house. What was worse is that Chris loved puppies and he’s gonna want all of them in one house!

You shook your head, “Sorry, Dr. Lindsey, this is just big news to us and I don’t know what to do with these puppies.” The woman grins, “Well, there’s always people who would love to adopt one. We even do adoptions here. Give us a call if there are any problems. But I do have some things to say that is for Dakota.”

.

Onto week six and you were starting to give Dakota less food just like Dr. Lindsey had said. Dakota was at the foot of the bed, you and Chris were sleeping till a rough noise woke you up.

Oh no. “No, Dakota!” You jolt up from the bed causing Chris to as well, “What!” He says. You see Dakota gag and she began to throw up the contents in her stomach. “Oh no...” You moan, covering your face. Chris looks over, “Oh, gosh, she’s throwing up now?”

You rubbed your face and stood up. Cleaning the mess up and disposing it. Dakota seemed fine after it and she laid back down. You joined Chris back in bed and he pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry,” He says.

You sigh, “It’s okay. It was bound to happen. I don’t know what to do with the puppies.”

“We’re keeping them-”

“Christopher Robert Evans, no we are not. We’re gonna be outnumbered.” Chris chuckles into your hair, “Once you see those puppies, you’ll want to keep them.” You roll your eyes at him.

You would never.

.

“I felt it again!” Chris says. You sighed softly as you set up the whelping box. Week Seven and Chris is feeling Dakota’s belly. Two more weeks, Dakota was about to give birth to seven pups and you weren’t ready.

Chris was more into feeling Dakota’s stomach for the past hour. Their kicks pushing in Dakota’s stomach. Chris announced Dakota’s pregnancy not too long ago when Dakota’s stomach began to swell. People freaked out and were trying to find out if you were keeping them.

Chris didn’t want to set them up for adoption. Imagine what people would be, taking a pup that was made by Chris and Y/N Evans dogs. Weird feeling in your gut. You knew your mother had wanted a dog in your hometown.

Maybe you wanted to give one to one of the cast. The ones with little kids would love to have puppies. But Chris didn’t want to give them away. That means more dogs, more food and more trouble.

You tried talking to him about the pups when they come. You hear Chris talk to Dodger.

“You’re gonna be a dad, buddy. You’re actually the first man in the family to be one. Such a lucky dude.” You grin as you finished setting up the box. “Okay, bring her over.” For the next weeks, you’ll have her separated from the father which Dodger did not like. He hated the separation.

You set her up in your bedroom, somewhere where she could be close to you guys.

Chris gently guided the sweet girl into the box and she immediately laid down in the bed. You close the gate and sighed. Chris’s arm comes around to pull you into his side as you both look at her. Dodger began to whine, peaking over the box.

“I know, bud. She’s gonna be in there till she has your puppies,” Chris says, Dodger looks up in sadness, whimpering. You pout and placed your hand on Chris’s chest, rubbing softly. 

“Just two more weeks,” You said, Chris looks down at you and grins. “I love you.” You look up to him and you grinned at him, “I love you, too.” He lowers his head to place a kiss on your lips. You, for a second, pulled away and kissed him harder than he did.

He took that as some sign and he held you close.

That day, you left Dodger in the bedroom with Dakota while you took the couch.

.

Your eighth week was normal as the rest, fed Dakota some food but she mostly laid on her side. You knew she would be uncomfortable through the last week. Chris was getting excited, he updated his family every day. He checked up on Dr. Lindsey, saying we were doing good.

You were feeling her belly, feeling the small kicks that happened every second. You laughed at her reactions. Her legs kicked and her eyes wide, knowing something was growing inside of her.

You were ready.

Dakota wasn’t.

But you had confidence in her. You spoken to her on how she’d be the best mother these pups would have, along with Dodger. You scolded her jokingly, saying she allowed her lady parts to a best friend. Saying they were friends with benefits.

Dakota wagged her tail as you rubbed her belly, gently. She gave you lazy kisses as well. She now knew she was ready.

.

“SHIT!!” You screamed, pacing around the house, Chris was laughing while Dodger was barking at the loud thuds. Dakota was anxiously pacing around, licking and scratching up her bed. Chris had set up blankets in the box with her, it was big enough for him to fit with her. “Y/N, calm down,” Chris says.

“What are we gonna do? How are we gonna take care of them? How many boys? How many girls? Oh, my gosh! Dodger, you could’ve just kept your private to yourself!” You shout, Chris shakes his head with a grin as he sees Dakota pace around.

“I know, I know, sweet girl. It’s gonna happen. She was heavy breathing, it had been going on for a few hours. Chris watched Dakota carefully. She then jolts up and Chris jumps, “Oh.”

“What?”

Chris lowers his head to look at her, “Her water broke.”

“AH!” You shout. Chris gently tells Dakota to lay down as she paces around, whining. Dodger was whining as well. You came over and saw Dakota on her back. “That’s a sign that she’s on the urge, Chris,” You said. Dakota curls up in her bed and you see her began to push.

“Oh, gosh, it’s happening!” You look away as Chris scoots over, gently petting her. “Good, girl,” He says. You turn back and gotten serious. “Okay, okay...” You slipped on rubber gloves and joined in the box.

You and Chris both encouraging her. You gasp, “There’s a head!” Chris reaches over and grabs a small towel. “She’ll clean the pup on her own, let her do her own thing and we’ll dry the puppy fully off.”

You nod, “One big push, Dakota.” Dakota’s leg lifts up and the puppy comes out. She immediately began to clean the puppy. “Good girl!” You and Chris say. Dodger barks.

After you cut the umbilical cord, you took the puppy in the towel and began to dry it off. “Look at its fur, it’s gorgeous.” The puppies back was a spinal trail of dark fur, the rest was white and tan color similar to Dodgers fur. 

Chris lifts up her tail, “It might take another six hours so we just have to stay for a bit.” You nod gently rubbing the puppy before looking at it. “It’s a boy,” You say, showing it to Dakota. “Look it, it’s your baby.”

She gently licks it and you placed it in a blanket that was bowl like, having them there for Dakota to see. It began to squeal and you pout, “Oh... baby...” Chris smiles and waited for the next puppy to arrive.

.

Six.

Six hours of waiting and retrieving puppies. Dakota had six puppies. Their furs were unique. Some had light fur, brown, white and tan. One looked like Dodger and another looked like Dakota. 3 girls and 3 boys. You hadn’t found out names. 

It was too much to start getting attached to them by naming them and have them leave with a different one. 

Chris named them anyway. He also bought these color velcro collars that are used for puppies. He sort them by color. “Are you gonna tell me their names?” You asked.

Chris laughs, “Well, the blue one, is Steve. The red one is Tony-”

“You did not just name them after your co-stars.” Chris laughs, “Hold on, hold on! The grey one is Thor. The pink one is Rose, the purple one is Natasha and the yellow one is Chloe.”

You laugh, “You need to work on your names.” Chris smiles, “What, took me this whole birth to plan the names!” He says. You smiled as you watched all six puppies suck on Dakota like vampires. Them squirming place as they whine. 

Dodger brought your guys attention.

“Oh, Dodge, you’re not supposed to see them for another 4 weeks,” Chris says. Dodger barks. Chris nods, “I know it’s not fair, buddy. You’ll see them.” You turn to Chris and grinned, laying your head on his shoulder. His arm comes around and pulls you to his side.

“This was a tough day,” Chris says, you nod, “I’m not letting your dog knock up my dog ever again.” Chris laughs and rubs your shoulder. “This would be a family I wouldn’t mind having... as long as I have you and the dogs. I’m living a dream.”

You pause for a moment before accepting it with a grin.

.

4 weeks later, your puppies are walking. Oh man. It was the day, Dodger was able to meet his puppies for the first time. You on the other hand had other plans for the day. But you stood in the box with Dakota as Chris held Dodger back. “Okay, you be nice to them, bud. They’re still babies, treat them as your babies. K, bud?” 

Dodger whines in response and Chris opens the gate for Dodger to come in. The puppies surrounded you and they look over to Dodger. Their father began to sniff them carefully, the puppies already started pouncing towards him. Chris dies in cuteness. 

Some of the pups are yipping as usual, Dodger does his little play position and the puppies throw their paws at his legs and face. Dodger playfully opens his mouth, being gentle around them.

Your heart warmed at the sight. “He loves them.” Chris laughs, “They do. So does he.” Giving Dodger a few more minutes with them, he gave Dakota a small lick on her head before leaving.

You stood outside the box and grinned, “I have something for you and the pups,” You said. Chris furrows his brows, “What? Outfits?”

“Yeah,” You said. Chris walks over to where you pointed and he digs in the bag. “When did you go out?” He asked. You peered up at him with a small grin. “When I got the signs,” Was all you said.

The shuffling from the bag stops and Chris looks over to you in shock. “No way.” You grin at him, hands behind your back. Chris pulls out the outfit and shows it to you.

It was a custom outfit you made.

Captain’s Little Soldier.

He looks up to you again, “We’re pregnant?” You nod. Chris shakes his head, “Not Dakota, us?” He asks. You laugh, “Yes! Come here!” He grips the outfit in his hand and rushes over to pull you in a tight hug.

His face in your neck as he shakes his head, “I can’t believe this.” He pulls away and you reach up to swipe the tears away from his cheeks. “Don’t cry, you gonna make me cry,” You said.

Chris chuckles, “I’m sorry. I just wanted this.” You nod, reaching to stroke the side of his head. “I know and now you got it.” You hear him sniffle and you pouted at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” He says. He pulled you back in the hug, lifting you up in his arms. You laugh lightly in his neck. “So what about the puppies?”

“We’re keeping them-”

“How many times do I have to-?” You sighed, rubbing his shoulders. You couldn’t deny their amount of cuteness and have them leave this house. You shook your head.

“Okay, fine. We’ll keep them.”

~~~

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[mrobrotzly]

Jaskier was sitting on the grass in his favorite park, watching children and dogs playing, couples walking while holding hands, the conversations and the happy faces; the perfect place to find inspiration for poetry and lyrics.

He hummed to himself as he scribbled in the corner of the page, thinking and then discarding several rhymes, when something soft but really heavy hit his chest and he drop his pen.

Jaskier was lucky not to be afraid of dogs, because the one responsible for the interruption was a big and beautiful golden retriever. 

"Hey, there" he said, the dog sniffed his ear, making him laugh and just threw herself on Jaskier's lap, lying on his legs and resting her snout on one of his thighs.

He petted behind her ear, watching as she wagged her tail, the dog had a black collar, but he couldn't see the pendant or make her move for him to reach it.

"Where's your owner, girl?" he asked and she sneezed, Jaskier laughed at the reaction "Okay, you can stay here, but I can't take you home with me, I doubt my apartment has room for both of us."

The dog closed her eyes, comfortable with the position she was, and Jaskier shrugged, picking up his pen again, trying to rewrite a verse.

"Roach!" he heard a low, rough and clearly male voice calling, the dog in his lap raised her head, but didn't get up.

"Roach" the voice got closer and Jaskier looked up to see the one who's probably the owner of that dog.

Oh, dear.

He felt his heart beat faster, in front of him was clearly the most gorgeous man Jaskier had ever seen, he could write songs and more songs about those amber eyes that looked like pools of gold or what those strong arms were capable of.

The long silver hair? And seriously, an undercut?! Someone took him straight from Jaskier's dreams, it wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry" the man said to him and Jaskier had to blink twice to make sure he's awake "She usually doesn't like strangers and behave like that."

Jaskier smiled, trying to maintain his composure.

“Don't worry, she's a sweet” the dog- Roach, from what he heard, seemed to understand the compliment, wagging her tail lazily.

"Hmm" the man said "Come on, Roach" he called her and she didn't move "Roach!" again, unsuccessfully.

"I think she liked me" Jaskier laughed, petting her head, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

The man grunted, clearly not sure what to do.

"Sit here" Jaskier patted a spot next to him "She'll want to get out of here soon, I'm sure."

The man nodded, sitting next to him and, oh god, he smells really good too, Jaskier wanted to tip his head to the side and rest on his shoulder.

"Is her name Roach?" he asked.

"Hmm" was the answer.

"Different name for a dog" he smiled, turning to face that beautiful eyes.

“My daughter chose it"

Jaskier felt a twinge of disappointment, but, well, he hadn't seen a ring on his finger, so...

"Is she here?" he asked, looking at the children running and having fun.

"Camping with my brothers" he replied, Jaskier nodded, smiling and took the notebook to write something - if it had to do with the sun and how it made the face of the man beside him even more stunning, no one needs to know.

"Don't you like camping?" he asked as he wrote.

"Had work to do" the man looked at him - or at Roach, Jaskier couldn't say "What are you doing?"

Jaskier stopped his pen.

"Oh, sorry if I was rude, I'm a musician, so if the inspiration for a lyric comes up, it's practically my instinct to start writing it."

The man didn't look offended, just curious.

"You weren't. What kind of music you play?”

"Folk, normally."

"Normally?"

"Well, it's not such a popular genre nowadays, so I have to know several genres to sing around and make money."

He nodded and Roach on Jaskier's lap gave no sign that she would be leaving anytime soon.

"So... what kind of music do you enjoy?" it's a cliché way to start a conversation, but somehow it worked for Jaskier, the man - Geralt, as he introduced himself later - and he started to share some interests and when he realized they were both involved in a conversation as if they're old friends.

It was amazing to see and feel the chemistry they had, Jaskier made Geralt smile more than once - and what a gorgeous smile - and Geralt made Jaskier laugh with wryly comments about life.

Jaskier ended up sharing his life, saying that he ran away from home to pursue a singing career and that it was being more difficult than he imagined and Geralt told about his brothers and his adopted daughter, Ciri - and, oh yes, that he's very single.

"I never talked so much in one day" Geralt commented to him and Jaskier laughed.

"You can be sure, dear, that I have."

The sun was setting and the people are leaving, but the two were still sitting next to each other, Jaskier saying phrases from one of his new songs and asking Geralt to help him with the rhymes.

Geralt sucked at it, making it even more interesting.

Jaskier was laughing at the last attempt while Geralt had a small smile on his face when Roach finally woke up.

She woke up making the musician startle, because she ran and barked after something that could be a squirrel or not, he couldn't see well. When it get so dark and he didn't even notice?

"Something tells me she had a good nap" he said, seeing the dog running across the grass.

"I doubt she'll sleep at night" Geralt sighed, standing up.

Jaskier watched him for a few seconds wondering what to do, it'd been one of the most fun afternoons of his life and he sure as hell didn't want to let someone like Geralt get away so easily.

He was thinking about it when Geralt cleared his throat.

"So... do you come here often?" the man said a little embarrassed and Jaskier suppressed a laugh. That was adorable.

"Every Saturday" he commented "And you?"

"Sometimes..." he looked at Jaskier "Maybe I'll start coming every Saturday now 'cause... Roach likes you."

This time he had to laugh.

"That would be lovely," he said. "because I like Roach too."

"Good" Geralt said and whistled, calling for the dog, Roach came running over to him.

"You know" Jaskier smirked "Maybe you should give me your number, that way I can tell... Roach.. when I'm around."

Geralt smiled at him.

"Great idea."

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Liam’s full interview with Tings Magazine - Part 2

Note: the interview was recorded in may 2020. 

You had the support system of Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn during your teen years. When that support system stopped, having to deal with it by yourself, did that seem like a harder loss than it did leading up to that? It felt more like an identity crisis because that was like your crutch almost, being a part of the band. It got to the point where it was almost invincible. But that kind of got let go. I had serious questions about whether I wanted to be a solo artist. My thing was if the right song came then I wil, then obviously “Strip That Down” came along and I couldn’t really say no.  It’s a bit crazy, especially being released on such a pedestal. You don’t want to undo your legacy for what you set for yourself because you achieve so much so quickly. It’s kind of funny. I was playing poker the other day for a charity. Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul and a couple of big Hollywood celebrities at this one table and me, which was the most random thing ever. They were like, “I’ve got questions that I like to ask people at the poker table. What was your first job?” Everyone was like I was a paperboy, or I was that, and I was like my first job was One Direction. And Bryan Cranston was like “You can’t really go anywhere from there. You’ve set yourself a hard task.” And I thought it was really funny, but it’s so true. One Direction was such a massive thing and I think we were all just existing since One Direction and in a sense, the hype of the comeback is the thing that’s kept us bubbling along. For sure, from that start, it was this massive identity crisis, you were a part of this unit and you knew how you fit in the unit. You knew the part that you played and as soon as that was gone, you couldn’t play the same role and carry on that way because the other units weren’t there to put it all together if that makes sense. So, you really had to try to discover who you were but in the public eye. That was stressful. 

How was that process for you, other than being stressful? How did you go about doing that? Really badly (laughs). 

Not at all. I disagree with that. You are very much different now than you were then. And you’ve grown into who you are now in a really amazing way. Was part of this identity something that was brewing during your time at One Direction. I feel like you hear Zayn do interviews and he’s been very clear about feeling different than how he’s been projected in One Direction and the identity that he’s become now. Was that the same case for you? Or was it more of a discovery process where you had no idea who you were when you left? Oh no, it was a complete discovery process. I mean if you look as simple as clothes. We were told what to wear at the start. It was like having four twin sisters. It was like ‘you can’t wear that’, ‘I’m wearing this’. So, we each got our thing. Mine was like plaid shirts. And for two years of my life, I just wore plaid shirts because that was my thing. Then we came out of that and went into this black phase where we all wore black t-shirts and black jeans or white t-shirts and black jeans. And when you come out of it and you don’t have to wear black t-shirts and jeans anymore, I was like, ‘what the hell do I wear?’ I went through a complete transition of clothes and different things. And that is only one element of your life, your appearance, what you look like.  For other things, for humor, you only experience the same humor for five years, around the same people. Then that changes. You meet other people. And we become more into the P.C. generation of things and it was like “we can’t say this anymore. We can’t do that”. And that was like another thing. As you try to develop, you make several mistakes. I went through the gangster rap phase. And it is the same with music as well. At first, it was like all the chains and rap, it was like escape the boyband scenario for me. 

The Miley Cyrus effect. The Disney to bad girl effect.  Exactly, I wanted to escape and identify myself differently. And I kind of pushed that to as many limitsas it could go to. Ever since then, as you get older, you realize that time is a wonderful thing. Instead of being on a race to be a certain someone because all your role models are so far ahead of you because they are already there, but they didn’t start there. For me, when I got into acting and doing auditions most recently, I started looking at actors that I love. Brad Pitt is one of my favorite, favorite people, you know, who’s transitioned to being the most amazing person, who has his own identity. I was thinking, how did he do it? So, I watched an interview of him at twenty-six. You have to watch it. He barely answers a question in the interview, you can’t believe it’s the Brad Pitt you see now. 

That’s thirty years of media training in between. Exactly! And this was when he did his first role. I already had my first role, being in One Direction, so I’m even further on than he was at my age. I don’t have to worry so much now I just have to have trust in the process of whatever life is, I know this sounds a little bit around about the house, but I just think you have to take a back seat and move steadily into things.  When you are a kid, you are in such a rush. You’re like I want it now. I want to be this guy. When I did my Hugo thing, it was all about muscles and training, and I was looking at Mark Wahlberg. And Mark Wahlberg is freakin’ Mark Wahlberg! It’s a taken him years and years to be Mark Wahlberg. It’s just where you set your sights for your role models, I guess. It’s the little thing that it has to come now and that’s what pop stardom is like, because you need it right now because you are already in it. I’m not waiting to come up, I’m already in it. 

Quick and constant. There’s this constant need to feed the system or you’re out of the system. Yeah, and it’s easier for artists nowadays. If you look at NSYNC, after they broke up, it was like, unfortunately, nobody really cared about what J.C. and the other boys were doing. So, they didn’t get the articles. Now, it’s like you are your own charge in that. You can be the front page of so-and-so if you really want to be. You just have to do the right thing on your channel. So, it’s like being able to be in charge of that stuff helps artists a lot more these days. But once again, that’s pressure because we are all in charge of our press and media from our phones. Whereas, they would have to go into work and have someone lay our the interviews or they wouldn’t get them. So, I suppose it’s a different type of pressure really. 

Yeah, and it’s a different landscape. They would have it laid out for them, and those interviews would last months and months, where today it’s like one day. Then it’s swipe up, swipe left, and onto the next thing. The lifespan of what we put out is so much shorter.  That’s the ting. I had TikTok out yesterday and I haven’t really invested a lot of time into something. But I made this really stupid song about cookies that went with my video. I literally just made this fun song in my house and we were like “Screw it” let’s make a music video for it. We did like one of those Lonely Island type videos and put it out. It’s one of the pieces of content that I cared about the most because I made the whole song and whatever. It was fun, and I wanted people to enjoy it the same way I did.  But even when you post something like that, I see some people where it just goes completely over their heads, that this is just a fun thing to look at. It doens’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that my next album is going to be about freakin’ cookies or whatever. I think we’ve lost some of the lightheartedness, having to take ourselves so seriously all the time. It doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s like, you can view the average time that someone looked at a post, so it’s that cutthroat. If they stayed on for five seconds or whatever, the average time should be the full time and if it’s not, the post was bad. You have that power now, but it’s in seconds. Even the average time someone came on to look at it, it’s down to the seconds. 

You brought up the hype of a reunion and relevancy and keeping that alive. That interest. Where does that stand? There’s a lot of conflicting articles about a One Direction reunion. What can you say or not say, what’s the official word? To be honest with you, I keep mixing up the words reunion and anniversary. Our anniversary is coming up; it’s ten years that we created the band which is amazing. It’s a huge achievement for all of us. Every so often, I’ll accidentally say reunion and I’ll be like “oh my Dog, that conflicts another report.” I’ve been really clear that there’s not a reunion, just because I know music schedules. Harry just put out a music video and that’s got two years in it before we even think about a reunion. And I just don’t think everyone’s done yet. I think everyone’s enjoying their time, making their own workm that little bit of freedom. Um, and One direction is not exactly a side career that you can have. It requires you to be fully in it. Until we can all stop and commit to the band for whatever reason, I don’t think it can come back. I think there will be a reunion and I’m excited about it and I think it’s be a lot of fun. It will be interesting to see if we have the same essence that we had as kids. 

Essence meaning synergy on stage or camaraderie? I think a little bit of both. I mean One Direction was such a free time, and people enjoyed the fact that it was five lads on a stage having a good time. They didn’t care if we sang in tune or if we fell over. That’s what the show was about. It was chaotic. We’ve all become these more polished popstars. I don’t know if we have the same carefreeness about us, is what I’m worries about. But it’s been nice we’ve all been talking, staying in touch. It’s the first time that everyone’s spoken in the last five years. It’s just nice that everyone’s grown into being nice people. There’s none of them that I really hate. Everyone’s grown up into nice young men who just gone on a bit further from where you left them. 

Who are you closest to? Do you speak to any of them regularly? We have a big respect for each other. And I don’t think we give each other enough credit for how we’ve helped each other as well. I speak more to Louis and Niall than I do anybody else. I speak to Harry on occasion. I think we don’t have very much in common as people. There’s nothing wrong with us. We just don’t have as much in common. And Zayn, sadly, has fallen completely by the ... which is terrible. I feel for him sometimes, but at the same point, he made his decision on that. And it’s not something you can go back to lightly. If I saw him on the street, would I say hello? 100 percent. It doesn’t bother me, intrusively. I’ve already spoken about his great news. Having been through it myself, ... it’s interesting. I just think it’s a lonely scenario to be in, not being able to speak to the other people that helped you get to where you are. 

If you were to guess, or maybe you already know, would you see that reunion including Zayn or is that over and done with? I think it’s over and done with, for the time being. You can never fully discount it because you had the Robbie Williams Take That scenario. I remember watching that concert when I was in the band. It was so interesting that they were in a band, he left and had all the success he had, and came back. He had his own section of the show which I thought was interesting. They weren’t down in the dumps. They had some of the biggest hits in Britain. I don’t think you can fully discount it. I know for now it’s not possible. I think, for now, it would take certain people to admit wrong in a scenario and I don’t see that happening because they don’t even realize it yet. That’s a little further down the line. 

If a reunion happens, how do you think you would envision that creatively? Everyone has such different formed identities.  I actually think that we’ve picked up on that already, not knowing what is about to happen next. I remember from the tour screens from the very last tour. The introduction with the songs showed us on video doing different things. It set us apart ever so slightly. But I feel like if we came back together, it would be a celebration of what One Direction was, what is now, and each of the members. I think the tour screens would Harry is a completely different aesthetic that I was. I just think the band’s name is completely ironic because everyone has gone in opposite directions. Maybe, that’s the point of the name. I don’t know. Yeah, I just think it would fit back together quite seamlessly, for completely different reasons. 

[the-fiction-witch]

Daddy!! P2

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE: BENNY X READER  RATING: ADORABLE

I pushed Jr's pram along the half-broken new york streets with Erica holding onto the handle too as we walked down the street passing many women who all awwed upon seeing the children. I pulled her close as we walked through some roadworks

"Househusband" Many of the men laughed as I walked

"Erica," I told her

"Yes daddy" she giggled putting her hands over her ears

"Fuck you cunt!" I yelled back at them "It's okay, princess" I told her petting her hair

"Daddy said the naughty word"

"I did. There are times to use them princess... but you shouldn't" I told her "And don't tell your mother"

"I won't. If we get ice cream"

"You are too smart sometimes" I laughed "You are far too much like your mother sometimes"

"I wanna be like daddy"

"Umm that's the problem. You are far too much like me, and too much of your mother, it's the area's it's in are the issue" I sighed as we arrived at the dentist office and instantly jr started squirming, he knew where he was and he didn't wanna be here

"No daddy! Ice cream first"

"No, I said dentist first"

"Dolly says you didn't"

"well dolly is a ragdoll and I am your human father, you listen to me"

"It's not fair! daddy doesn't have to go"

"that's because I'm a grown-up. I don't have to go to the dentist"

"Mummy says you do"

"Well, mummy says lots of things. Like we shouldn't put eggs in the fridge, that you can't feed a baby whiskey, that hot dogs are a sandwich and that I should shave"

"You should"

"see far too much like your mother" I sighed

"Are we gonna go in?"

".... Yes. But I have to remember what to say. Mummy does the talking to people nowadays"

"Why?"

"Because she's more adult than I am" I shrug having to lift the pram to get it in the place

"good morning" The woman on the desk smiled

"Morning, Benny Jr and Erica watts," I said trying to keep hold of Erica as she tried to run away while also trying to keep hold of jr so he didn't squirm out of his pram

"Excellent, to the left. wait till you called" she nodded

"Thanks, Owww! Fu- fudge. Jr do not bite daddy!" I yelped pushing them both along "You two aren't this fussy with your mother."

"That's because mummy's scary"

"she can be. when she gets mad" I laughed sitting down beside the toy box so the kids could play Erica just sat by my foot playing with her doll

"Daddy? can we play tea when we get home?" she asks

"Maybe princess. Daddy has work to do you know"

"Daddy wants to play his silly game"

"Ummm. daddy's silly game. you are a clone of your mother sometimes" I laughed

"I want daddy to play tea with me."

"Yes, princess. But you also want to paint daddy's nails and braid my hair and I am far too busy for any of that either"

"But I wanna"

"Yes and I want a cat but you're mothers not gonna let that happen either"

"Jr's allergic to cats"

"No, he isn't. we went walking and Jr happened to sneeze when we passed a cat and now your mother is convinced he's allergic"

"Watts?" A dentist said coming out of the little room

"That's us," I said having to pick her up as she wouldn't move on her own

"Nooo, daddy!! there gonna drill into my brains!" she yelled

"Erica. no dentist. No ice cream" I said and she gave in and walked in so I pushed jr in too

"Ice cream is very bad for your teeth," he said as we all got in

"Yeah you try rangling two kids here without their scary mother without promising ice cream," I told him

"Okay who's going to be big and brave and go first?" he asked

"Me! me! I wanna go forever and ever" I laughed picking jr up and he looked like he was gonna kill me for that

"Okay jr first" He laughed taking jr "His teeth are coming in great"

"I know" I sighed rubbing my hand where he bit me

"Has he got a teething ring?"

"He did, He threw it at his sister"

"all good as far as I can tell no need for anything else," he says handing him back "That means it's your turn, Erica"

"Go on, princess," I told her so she went and sat in the chair

"well all good, no issues," he told her which she happily ran back to sit with me "shall we get the next one sorted?" He asked

"Ohh no I'll leave that up to their mother she knows the uhhh schedule"

"Hummmm"

"Hum?"

"Mr watts it says you haven't been to the dentist in over six years?"

"..... that sounds true" I nodded sheepishly "it was Before erica was born I know that much. "

"How is that possible?"

"My wife forgets about me, and I hide in our house when she takes the children... usually. but she's back at work now"

"When was the last time you went to a dentist?"

"..... uhhhhhhh the last time my mother took me which I imagine was somewhere in 1954 after that she gave up taking me because I would fight her the whole way" I explained "No! actually I went to a dentist a week before I got married and got my teeth cleaned because she brassily ordered me to before we got married"

"Mr watts please sit on the chair"

"Uhhhh no thank you. you likely don't have time"

"If we have to daddy has to!" Erica yelled

"Fine. but you start drilling into my brain we are gonna have some problems" I warn him

"All done," He says letting me get up

"My mouth hurts... and I feel numb"

"yeah you wouldn't stop biting me"

"so that's where jr gets it from"

"Now little kiddos, for being so good you both get a lollipop," He told them handing them both a lollipop

"I wanna lollipop"

"You're an adult?"

"I want a Lollipop"

"Fine" He sighed giving me one too

"Thank you. Come on kids. we got other shopping to do" I told them "And then home because daddy needs... to regain mouth feeling"

I did the kids lunch and sat down with them feeding jr in his high chair giving Erica her lunch too "Come on eat your veggies Princess" I told her tapping her plate

"But their yucky daddy"

"if you don't eat your veggies you won't grow up big and strong," I told her "That's what mummy says isn't it Princess"

"Ohh" she says "is that why your not very big and strong daddy?" she smiled "Did you not eat your veggies?"

"Uhhh-" I said a little shocked unsure how to respond exactly

"There daddy, you need them more than I do" she smiled pushing them onto my plate and running off to play with her dolly, "Did you wanna come play daddy?"

"Alright, just five minutes" I sighed coming and sitting at her tiny table as she made some tea for us to have

"Daddy? Can I paint your fingers?" she giggled

".....fine. One hand" I sighed "But I get to pick what colours"

"YAY!" she smiled running off to get her little box, and she returned with her box of polishes "Would you like to be pink?"

"No. I would not like to be pink" I sighed "ohhh I can have black?"

"I could make you look like the board," she says

"What black and white?" I asked

"I can do that" she giggled

".... You know what alright"

I gave her my hand and I sat patiently as she painted my nails "Oohhh." I said as I looked at my nails three black and two white like a chessboard across my hand

"Please daddy!! can I do the other one" she says

"You know what fine, do the other hand" I shrug I did look stupid with one done, and I admit when they were done I did like them.

"I'm home My darlings!" Y/n smiled as she came in from work

"Hi honey" I smiled "Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked her

"Yes please, benny" she smiled "where are my babies" she giggled

"Jr's in his highchair and Erica is playing tea"

"Wh- Benny what happened to your hands?" she asks

"Erica painted my nails for me"

".... Hu."

"I kinda like them"

"I admit there well done"

"I know, she's good"

"You did good princess, you did a very good job of daddy's nails. maybe you can do his hair next?"

"Yay! I wanna do daddy's hair!"

"I'll think about it" I sighed

"Or maybe we should tie daddy down and do his make up all pretty"

"YAY!"

"No."

"Please" Erica whined

"No. you wanna do makeup you can do it on your mother"

"We'll see" Y/n smiled kissing me "Oohh... you taste different"

"Yeah I went to the dentist"

"Hu you should go more often" she smiled "I'll book you in more often, How did you do"

"Fine, Jr bit me, I have chess-themed nails, and I have never been so insulted, much less by my own children"

"So? are you happy to look after them again while I'm at work?"

"I will be perfectly happy to look after the children while you're at work darling" I smiled giving her a kiss and a cuddle "I do miss you though, while you're at work"

"I missed you to benny"

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Let's have another baby"

"When we get our little house benny. and not until" she smiled just and jr started crying

"I think that's your turn darling"

"Fine, then you can make dinner"

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Continues

Part 1: The Conception

Summary: Y/n has been feeling stressed with moving and big things happening at work. After a stupid argument with her husband, they both find a way to help her blow off some steam. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.7K+

Warnings: Language, verbal argument, sexual tension and teasing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Author’s Note: Now it’s time to officially dive back into the lives of my favorite idiots. Can’t wait to go on this journey with you guys again. Special shout out to my constant hype woman @waywardbeanie who willing squeals with me all the time and my beautiful beta @emoryhemsworth​ I couldn’t do it without all of you too, so please, let me know what you think. Feedback is golden! xoxo Alex

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The highway whizzed passed outside her window as she made her way home. Y/n had one hand on the steering wheel as the other rubbed small circles into her temple. It was a Sunday after all, and she had to go into the warehouse. Et Cetera was working on launching a new skincare line, and one of the new machines had caught fire. It was just the icing on top of her already tipping cake. It felt like the only thing she had been doing for the past few weeks was putting out fires, whether it was at work or at home. 

The only thing getting her through the current shit storm that was today was the Memorial Day barbeque celebration at Jared and Gen’s later. Well, actually it was starting about now, but she needed to get home and grab her bathing suit before she could go anywhere. She was pissy that work was making her late, but she had to try and remember that it would all be worth it once the line launched.

As Y/n pulled into the driveway of her and Jensen’s home, she could see the garage door was open, his black Land Rover pulled out and ready to go. Y/n replaced its spot inside with her car, jumping from the cool cab into the sweltering heat of Texas.

Y/n went for the door leading to their mudroom before remembering that the hall was packed tight with boxes, ready for the movers to come and whisk them away. She made a detour back down the drive and into the house through the front door. 

The television played softly somewhere in the background and Y/n assumed Jensen was on his ass in front of it, considering that was where she often found him nowadays. He was enjoying his time off a little too much, but after fifteen years, she couldn’t say he didn’t deserve to. She stopped to take off her heels before venturing further inside, carrying them and her purse in one hand. 

“Jay?” She called out, hoping to find her husband ready to pack the car and go. But as she entered the kitchen, the cooler sat open on the floor, empty of anything, even ice. The woman bit her tongue before moving on towards their bedroom, the sound of the television growing as she neared. 

Passing by his home office, she stopped short, peering through the cracked door. Inside, the room looked as it had been untouched. The books were still lining the large shelves and his desk was strewn with papers and various contracts. 

The sight was all she needed to boil over. Granted, she didn’t have a far way to go considering having to go into work on Sunday had already riled her up. Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek as she stormed into their room, finding Jensen perched on the edge of the bed. He had their beach bag seemingly packed already behind him, but it was no help to him now. His wife was already steaming.

“Hey honey,” he smiled, the grin fading as she stalked passed him without a word. Y/n tossed her heels into their nearly empty closet before continuing to their bathroom, slamming the door behind her. 

Jensen cocked his head to the side as he stared after where she had disappeared. He knew when she left this morning she was in less than a stellar mood, but he was, unfortunately, completely clueless as to what had her in a mood now. 

“Babe?” He shut off the television and went over to the door, rapping his knuckles against the wood lightly. “Are you okay?” 

“Not now.” Her voice was soft from the other side, a slight echo to it as it reverberated in the empty bathroom.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” He tried the handle of the door, surprisingly finding it locked. His brows knit together, as his wife never locked the door on him. “Y/n/n?” 

“Don’t,” the door swung open then, revealing her now sans the suit she had gone into work in, and only in her panties. “I cannot talk to you right now.” 

“What the hell did I do?” Jensen followed her as she pushed past him, pulling her bathing suit from its place in her drawers and exchanging her panties for the bikini. 

“I have been asking you for a week, a week Jensen, to pack up your office, and this morning I have to go into work to deal with an emergency. I figured that'd be the perfect time for you to get it done, but no! You couldn’t even be bothered to fill the damn cooler for this party!”

Her husband backtracked, blinking at her sudden outburst. “It takes two seconds to fill the cooler, I was waiting until you got home, and my office will take no time at all.”

“Jensen, the movers will be here tomorrow. Tomorrow!” She repeated for emphasis as she pulled a tank and a pair of shorts over her swimsuit. “And we have a party to go to. Are you gonna get all of that done before ten in the morning?” 

“I have time. They have plenty of other things to move first.” 

Y/n clenched her fingers into a fist before relaxing them with a deep breath. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done it this morning or even yesterday. Why do you insist on making me more anxious than I already am?” 

“Oh, come on. You know I don’t do that on purpose. I’m sorry that it’s not helping you, but it’s all going to be okay,” he tried, his apology only ticking her off more than she already was. 

“Whatever, I’ll just get over it. Come on, we have a party to go to.” Her tone was clipped and Jensen knew he was still in the dog house. But he also knew his wife well enough to know now was not the time to push her. The two of them could talk about it later. 

He left her to finish getting ready and went to pack the cooler with beer and water and loaded it in the car. Y/n followed him out of the house not even a minute later, their swim bag over her shoulder. The couple climbed into the car in silence, and that’s how they remained the whole drive to Jared’s.

All the other guests had arrived already when they pulled into the driveway. Jensen sighed as he watched his wife jump out of the car without a word. He hit the steering wheel with the heel of his hand, hoping that her nosy family didn’t pick up on the anger rolling off of her.  

He unloaded the cooler and dragged it along behind him, though the garage and out to the poolside. Setting down under some shade, he wasted no time in reaching in and cracking open a bottle of craft beer. 

“What did you do?” Jared’s voice had him nearly choking on the fizzy liquid as it went down his throat. He didn’t even hear his brother-in-law come up behind him.

“What makes you think I’ve done something?” Jensen knew he was being far too defensive, but fuck Jared and his perceptiveness. He had known this would happen.  

“Uh, you two didn’t walk back here hand in hand forgetting there are other people in the world.” Jared had that inquisitorial look in his eye, the same one that nearly had Jensen shitting his pants when he and Y/n had been running around. 

“Okay, first off, we don’t forget there are other people around. And secondly,” Jensen sighed before continuing, “she’s just stressed and taking it out on me.”

“Uh-huh, what did you do?”

“I didn’t pack up the office this morning when she had to run into work, so sue me.” 

“Ah, dude, the movers are coming tomorrow.” Jared wrinkled his nose, but Jensen could see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“I swear to god, you need to go somewhere else, away from me.” Jensen shoved his friend's shoulder, causing Jared to burst out laughing as he sauntered away. The actor shook his head as he reached for another beer to bring his wife. 

As he made his way further into the backyard, he found Y/n sitting at the deck table, having already discarded her tank top. She was chatting with her sisters-in-law, a smile on her face until she noticed him walking her way. But she didn’t make a move to stop him as he neared, instead accepting the beer from him and leaning into his touch when he kissed the crown of her head. It was her way of telling him that she was okay, she only needed a little time, and he could accept that. 

What he couldn’t accept was her blatant teasing throughout the day. Now, he knew she was pissed at him, but she was playing a very dangerous game right now. It started out innocent enough when she had asked him to rub sunblock on her back. She’d laid out along the lounger and Jensen had knelt beside her, rubbing the cream into her skin. It was the small moan she let out as his fingers dug into her muscles that had his breath hitching in his throat. She was careful to keep it low enough that only he would hear but loud enough to set him on edge. 

Her next trick came in the form of flaunting herself in front of him, over and over again. Jumping into the water right in front of him and coming out to lean down for something, giving him the perfect view down her bathing suit. Jared knocked him upside the head one time when he caught Jensen staring and then adjusting himself, quirking an accusatory eyebrow up at his not so subtle action. Jensen supposed he deserved it, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He finished God only knew what number beer as he glared at her retreating figure. It was clear to him that her actions were no accident now, she knew exactly what she was doing. 

It wasn’t until the watermelon incident that he knew just how much she was riling herself up in all this too. Jensen was in the pool with the kids, having fun tossing the boys in the water between him and Jared. The girls were readying the food for dinner, and Y/n had decided to steal a piece of watermelon. His wife sat down in the chair, biting into the soft flesh of the melon. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the juice dripped down her chin and landed on the swell of her breast. Y/n made eye contact, smiling at him as she wiped it away with her finger and placed the sweet liquid on her tongue, sucking her finger between her lips for a moment too long. He had to fight back an eye roll, instead deciding to narrow his eyes at her, his tongue licking along his lip and pulling it between his teeth. It seemed to do the trick as he noticed the subtle way she clenched her thighs before crossing her legs. Now he had her right where he wanted her, all primed for the perfect payback.

“What are you up to?” Gen appeared next to Y/n as she watched the interaction between the couple.

“I’m eating watermelon.”

“And making a mess.” 

“That’s one of the joys of eating watermelon in your suit, you don’t have to worry about where the juice goes.” Y/n turned away from her husband’s heated stare to look at the small brunette next to her. 

“Okay,” she raised her hands up, “I do not want to know.” Gen backed away from where her sister-in-law was laughing. No, she really did not want to know. 

Her last harebrained scheme to get her husband going came as the night was coming to an end and she had more alcohol coursing through her veins than was necessary. The sun was disappearing behind the trees and the boys had lit a bonfire. Jensen found a spot on one of the loungers near the fire, his long legs crossed at the ankle in front of him. Y/n came out of the house behind him with his sweater hanging off her shoulders, that glint in her eye still present as she walked over to where he was. 

“You have the bug spray?” She asked him politely.

“Maybe,” he tilted his head at her as she looked around him for it. Spotting it on the patio below, she reached over him, placing her hand for balance on his thigh. Jensen grunted as she stretched across him and snatched the spray bottle, watching her every move. As she moved to stand back up, a devilish smile crossed his features before he grabbed her wrist and caused her to stumble into his lap. 

“Don’t use too much,” his voice was nearly a growl as it reverberated in his chest. 

“Never, dear,” she replied, skimming her supporting hand across the bulge in his swim trunks as she went, feeling her husband up. 

Y/n had to take a deep breath as she walked away from Jensen, the buzz from her many drinks was making her brain fuzzy and needy for her husband. Her plan hadn’t been to wind herself up along with him, but she should have known better, that two could play her little game. 

After applying the spray, she sat down across the fire from her husband, Odette choosing her lap as her resting place as she made her rounds through the adults. Y/n helped her make a couple of s’mores on the fire before handing her off to her father as she headed inside for a mixed drink from Gen’s fridge. 

The air conditioning caused pimples to rise on her heated skin as she entered the home and took off her sweater. Y/n stumbled slightly as she crossed the threshold inside, the numerous drinks of the day taking hold of her brain. The day wasn’t over yet, and she was determined to slip in at least one more. 

By the time she reached the fridge, she heard the door behind her opening and closing again. She paid it no mind as she pulled the juice and soda from the fridge, turning on her heel and bumping the door closed with her hip. 

“I know what you’re doing,” his growl had her nearly jumping out of her skin, the bottles in her arms tumbling ever so slightly before she clumsily regained her grip on them. 

“Jesus.” Y/n set the bottle down on the island in the kitchen, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Jensen stepped closer to her, invading her personal space, and squaring his shoulders to make himself even bigger than he already was. He knew just how much it made her weak in the knees when he displayed his size difference over her, and he was using that knowledge to his advantage. 

“Come on babe, you can’t play me.” His voice was low, the sound of it reverberating deep in his chest, sending shivers down her spine. “I’ve been watching you clench your thighs all day.” 

“I—” The syllable barely slipped from her lips before his hands were on her, dragging her down the back hall and into the dark laundry room. The soft glow of the moonlight and a far off street lamp illuminated the room just enough for them to see each other. 

Jensen pushed her body against the dryer as he closed the door behind them both. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the low lighting, giving him enough time to lift her onto the machine and slot himself between her open thighs. 

“I’m still pissed at you,” she murmured as he dove into her neck, placing soft open-mouthed kisses against her sensitive skin. 

“So you’re torturing me then?”

“You tick me off, I tick you off. I think it’s only fair.” Her words were a whimper on her lips when Jensen nipped against her collar bone. Y/n ran her hands up his bare back, his skin still heated from the Texas sun. The woman could feel his muscles rippling under her fingertips as he ground his arousal into her core. 

“Mmm, don’t think that’s how this works,” Jensen stepped back from her, her hands falling to her sides to catch herself from falling from the machine. Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath as she tried to calm her hammering heart. “See, I think now’s the time to show you who’s really in charge here.” 

Y/n bit her lip as she looked at her husband up and down. Y/n loved this side of him, the small upturn in his lips sent heat pooling deep in her stomach. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her, untying her bathing suit top and dropping it on the washer next to her. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he fought to keep his composure, but his wife knew him well enough to see the way his tongue peeked out to wet his lower lip. He was on the brink of breaking, and she had just the idea of how to push him over the edge. 

“Then show me,” she purred, sucking two fingers between her lips before disappearing her hand into her bathing suit bottoms. Jensen moved like lightning, his fingers wrapping around her wrist and pulling her hand up near his face. 

“No time for that, baby girl.” Jensen dropped his grip on her, moving to pull her bottoms from her body. Y/n lifted her hips to help him and Jensen placed the barely-there material with the other piece of her bikini. He took back his place in between her legs, attacking her mouth with fervor. Y/n could taste the beer he had been drinking all day on his lips, the taste all-consuming of every other flavor she so loved of her husband, but she didn’t care at this point. She’d been trying to rile him up all day, in turn doing the same thing to herself, and now she wanted the release she knew her husband could provide her. 

He had one hand on her hip and the other was cradling the base of her skull, keeping her as close to his body as he could. The soft moans escaping her body only drove him crazier than he already was. Y/n ran her nails down his back, slipping her hands underneath the elastic of his bathing suit and squeezing the taut muscles of his ass. 

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, far past caring for any decorum at that moment. He already had her naked and wet in her brother’s laundry room, her whole family just outside enjoying a bonfire as the night came to an end. 

“God, anything for you, baby,” Jensen murmured against her lips as she moved her hands to pull his erection from its confines. Y/n guided him to her entrance, a collective sigh falling from their lips as he bottomed out inside her. He stilled as her body adjusted to him, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he breathed deeply. A surprised gasp popped from her mouth as he pulled out and fucked into her in one swift movement before easily finding his rhythm. 

The laundry room filled with the couple’s collective breaths and the soft creaking of the machine she was placed on. The air grew thick around them as they both frantically chased after their release that they had been building up all day. Y/n’s hands were roaming across the heated skin of Jensen’s back, looking for purchase anywhere she could.

Every muscle in her body was clenching as he drove himself home time and time again. “Jay, fuck—” She wasn’t sure what she was asking for from him, all she knew was that she was almost there. 

“I know honey, I’ve got you.” His voice was low, rumbling deep in his chest as he licked over the shell of her ear. Everything about him was invading her senses, making her forget anything but her husband. Jensen adjusted his hold on his wife, giving himself access to rub tight quick circles to her clit. Before she could react to his touch, she felt her body falling, every muscle shaking around him. Her orgasm pulled him into his shortly afterward, his hot seed coating her walls as his cock twitched inside her. Jensen shuddered under her fingertips, his shaky breaths like music to her ears. Her husband fell into her chest, nuzzling his nose into her collar as he waiting for his breathing to even out. 

“Someone’s gonna come looking for us,” Y/n chuckled as she combed her fingers through his hair. She could feel his smile against her skin before he huffed out a breath. 

“Yeah, and I really don’t feel like being murdered by your brothers tonight.” Jensen placed a kiss to the underside of her jaw before standing up and separating himself from her. He adjusted himself quickly before grabbing her suit for her. Y/n struggled to get the wet garment back on, needing the help of her husband to straighten the material back out. 

Jensen peeked out the door into the dark hallway to ensure the coast was clear before they exited the laundry room. He slipped his fingers between hers and pulled her along with him and back out to enjoy the fire. 

“Well, well, well, look who is holding hands again.” Jeff piped up from the other side of the fire. He had his youngest dead asleep in his lap as he chuckled at his baby sister. 

“Oh,” Y/n laughed as Jensen fell back into his original seat, pulling his wife down with him to sit across his lap. “Can’t stay mad at this face for too long.” Leaning down, she pinched his chin between two fingers and brought his lips to hers, the couple both smiling into the kiss.

Part 2: 5 Weeks Pregnant

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