#siren caregiver

[softpawpup]

siren caregiver things !! ( request from @mamabunni888 )

sings you lullabies all the time, their voice magically makes you fall asleep almost immediately

usually cleans around while you're taking your naps

likes brushing and styling your hair to match theirs

takes you to the beach pretty frequently, always manages to find the isolated secret spots

helps you find the prettiest seashells and treasures every single one you give them, probably has a shelf of them at home

has pictures of you filling their phone and house, thinks youre just the most precious person in the world

likes to play pretend sailor with you

scoops you up and covers you in kisses

scared of most bugs but if you like them, they tolerate them

usually kinda blunt with other people but super sweet and gentle with you

knows all the best seafood restaurants in the area

likes to be alone with you usually, but enjoys it when you have friends and go on playdates

[naffeclipse]

Hmmm what if Humpback Y/N found the bby orca siren's? Surely their pod wouldn't let 2 little ones with out a family starve?

Humpback Y/N bringing back two orca siren young: I found these babies in the trash. The pod: Well, put them back. They don't belong to you.

In all seriousness, Humpback Y/N would be very out of their element. Orca siren young? Alone? Humpback Y/N knew orca sirens were dangerous and awful but they never thought they would abandon their babies. Humpback Y/N's heart would soften, and they would take care of them, regardless, but raising children who should be your enemy is strange.

Although, that would cause the moment of Humpback Y/N seeing Eclipse swimming around to change from just wanting to fight for fighting's sake to wanting to punish the awful orca siren father because surely these must be his kids and surely he must also be a horrible father.

You can imagine how confusing that must be for Eclipse.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregivers Animatronics Headcanons (Willy’s Wonderland)

Heads up: this movie contains violence, gore, and sexual content.

Today’s when my town does trick-or-treating, so here’s an extra treat! Suggested by @hoshi-neko-hikari

The Wonderland is a fun place to run wild, but it wouldn’t be half as great without the gang. They’re like a huge, bizarre family.

Willy

He’s the fun-loving big brother, always happy to play with his younger sib.

He’s the most musical of the band, always in the mood to sing you a song.

(One of his favorites is the song about chickens, since it doubles as a counting lesson.)

He gives you a beanie cap just like his, and he often teases you by twirling the propeller.

He makes sure every birthday is fantastic! Balloons, cakes, games, whatever you like!

Arty

He’s the slightly more mature brother, always looking out for you and getting you out of trouble.

He’s the most adamant about making sure you brush your teeth. He knows first hand how important dental hygiene is!

He loves chasing you around the restaurant, roaring and lumbering and tickling you once he catches you.

He also likes running races with you and doesn’t seem to mind that you always win.

When you’re in the mood for more relaxed game, he’ll lie on the floor with you and put puzzles together.

Sara

She’s the super cool sister who pretends she’s too cool to hang out with a little kid, but she really loves you.

She’s great at gymnastics and teaches you how to do flips.

She loves to jump out of nowhere and scare you…

But she feels really bad if you actually get scared. She apologizes by babying the heck out of you.

She lets you sleep over in her treehouse.

Gus

He’s the extra goofy uncle who always makes you laugh.

He has a hundred silly jokes and he loves to tell them to you.

His favorite game to play with you is hide and seek. You wouldn’t think he’d be good at it, since he’s so big, but he’s a great hider!

If you’re a rough-and-tumble kiddo, he’ll wrestle with you.

He gives the very best cuddles.

Cammy

She’s the sister who loves babying you, often treating you like you’re her doll.

She loves to dress you up in fancy outfits and do your makeup. Her little sib needs to look their best!

(Oh, and once you’ve been properly fancied-up? You’re getting ALL the compliments!)

She also likes to play make-believe with you; she’s wonderful and pretending to be someone else.

And, if you ask nicely, she’ll show off how she can grab things with her tongue.

Knight

He’s the manly uncle who has no qualms about playing with kids and doesn’t care how silly he looks.

He likes play blocks with you, especially building castles.

He also likes to set up treasure hunts for you.

He lets you wear his helmet when you ask, but only for a little while. It’s too heavy for your little neck.

He’s one of the strongest of the gang, and is happy to carry you around.

Ozzie

He’s the brother who’s barely older than you; slightly annoying, but also a lot of fun.

He’s very excitable and always up for games, even when the rest are tired out.

His favorite game is Red Light, Green Light; it’s a little surprising that he can focus enough to play properly, but he can.

He’s the one most interested in weird and gross stuff. If you want to look at bugs or play with slime, he’s all for it.

He’s very cuddly and loves to snuggle with you.

Tito

He’s the responsible uncle, trying to teach you the important things any kiddo should know.

He’s less active than the others, but he’ll play board games with you for hours.

He also likes to dance with you - especially the Mexican Hat Dance!

He’ll teach you Spanish if you don’t already know it.

He… sometimes forgets and uses bad words around you, but he puts himself in timeout when he realizes. 

[minminbunny]

Drabble Masterlist

Main Blog Masterlist - minminyoonjii

*more full fledged series/oneshots

Bang Chan

-> Assassin/Chief Librarian Fem! Reader

-> Parent/Teacher Fem! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Villain/Hero Fem! Reader

-> Owner/Bunny Hybrid Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Vampire Hunter/Vampire Fem! Reader

-> Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock Singer!/Virgin Writer Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Pervert!/Psycho Gender Neutral! Reader

-> ABO AU - Wolf Big Flared Cock Alpha/Bunny Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

Lee Minho

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Sick Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Yandere Stalker AU - Caregiver/Gender Neutral Little! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Biker/Bookworm Gender Neutral! Reader

-> ABO AU - Alpha!/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Dom!/Sub Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Hybrid AU - Black Panther Hybrid!/Older Undercover Cop Gender Neutral! Reader

Seo Changbin

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Bunny Hybrid Fem! Reader

-> Sugar Daddy AU - Fem! Reader

-> Reincarnation AU - Obsessed Lover/Naive Fem! Reader

-> Gym Buddy AU - Perverted/Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Savior Complex!/Deraged Gender Neutral! Reader

Hwang Hyunjin

-> Misunderstanding AU - Fem! Reader

-> ABO AU - Alpha/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Werewolf AU - Alpha/Unpresented Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Demon AU - Demon!/Gender Neutral Human! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Photograph Lurker!/Monster Lover Gender Neutral! Reader

Han Jisung

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Fem! Reader

-> Arranged Marriage AU - Chairman's Son/Fanfic Author Fem! Reader

-> Cat Hybrid/Owner Fem! Reader

-> Ghost Roommate AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Siren AU - Human Fem! Reader

-> Eldritch AU - Tentacle Monster!/Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Lurker!/Exhibitionist Gender Neutral! Reader

Lee Felix

-> Royalty AU - Crown Prince/Duchess! Reader

-> Academic Rivals AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Mafia AU - Sadist Older/Bratty Fem! Reader

-> Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock!/Unexperienced Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Psychotic!/Love Straved Gender Neutral! Reader

Kim Seungmin

-> ABO AU - Alpha/Omega Fem! Reader

-> Writer AU - Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lover AU - Hero/Villain Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Enemies to Lovers AU - Inspector!/Doctor Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Manipulative!/Stockholm Syndrome Gender Neutral! Reader

Yang Jeongin

-> Childhood Best Friend AU - Fem! Reader

-> Caregiver Soft Dom/Sleeping Fem! Reader

-> Mafia AU - Fem! Reader

-> Future AU - AI Robot!/Suicidal Professor Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Stalker X Stalker AU - Posessive Coworker!/Naive Gender Neutral! Reader

Multi

-> Yandere Vampire AU - Chanlix/Fem! Reader

-> Alien Stage AU [Round 6] - Jilix

-> Doctor AU - Dr! Seungmin/Dr! Jisung/Dr! Changbin/Patient Fem! Reader

-> Sex Shop AU - Sub! Lee Felix/Sub! Han Jisung/Dom Gender Neutral! Reader

-> Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

[harridansibyl]

Personal associations/interpretations of the dark/mystical houses (4th, 6th, 8th, 12th)

4th house

twisted tree roots, cultural practices, heirlooms, photo albums, inherited features, traditions, the mother, past lives, generational trauma, picture books, garden beds, childhood homes, ancestor altars, hand written recipe books, hearth, squeaky wooden floorboards, genealogy archives, caves, oak trees, baby wrap carriers, emotional security, cultural heritage, building foundations, photo albums, genetics, laundry lines, swing sets, property, mines, crops, sanctuaries, the chest and heart, home steads, fields, farms, root cellars, harvests, pots on stoves, brooms, backyards, agriculture, vines on trellises, handmade blankets, grandparents house, laundry baskets, attachment styles, singing lullabies, history, deep emotions, instincts, the unconscious, summer, waxing moon, vase of flowers, bath time, picking berries, celebrating holidays, chicken coops, older sisters, family gatherings, stone paths, forest walks, ancient structures/buildings, ancestral languages, cupboards, staying in

6th house

vitamins and supplements, morning routines, pharmacies, tasks and lists, doctors offices, health food stores, stomach medicine, hygiene practices, journals and planners, schedules, herbal teas, personal rituals, emergency kits, dog walks, lymphatic drainage, caregiving, donating blood, examinations and checkups, meditation, colour coordination, sticky notes, gastrointestinal problems, folded laundry, labels on everything, retirement homes, hand washing, braided hair, herb gardens, filing cabinets, face masks, kombucha, detailed diagrams, volunteer work, medicine cabinets, cleaning supplies, shelves, acts of service, skin care, organic linen, gauze and stitches, stress-induced illnesses, essential oil/herb baths, house plants, instructions, repetition, holistic medicine, giving advice, yoga studios, "gut feeling," bone broth

8th house

altars, divination, near death experiences, candle wax, feeling crushed by a heavy weight, grave dirt, red/dim lighting, funerals, double income, control, the underworld, cheques, insurance, heirlooms, ghost sightings, power imbalances, crime documentaries, ouroboros, bank accounts, grief and loss, shadow work, the womb, manipulation, scrying mirrors, Russian nesting dolls, keys, mortuaries, tests from the universe, pendulums, crime scene tape, the phoenix, projections, credit scores, animal bones on a forest floor, blood stained sheets, metaphysical shops, spiritual attacks, deep emotions, snakes, dead flowers, late autumn, wedding veils, envelopes, full moon, muddy boots, shadows at the corners of your vision, scarab beetles, inner processing, experiencing crisis, inherited possessions, natural disasters, sexual trauma, psychological studies, ancestral connections, cracked dolls, veil between realms, mental illnesses, deep connections, intimacy, reincarnation, torture devices, keys, whirlpools, the sound of sirens, unconscious fears, intense first impressions, pushing limits, feeling bound, scratches on walls, ten of swords

12th house

abandoned places, liminal spaces, long winters, shadowy figures, reoccurring dreams, repeated patterns, fog-filled forests, self analysation, inner worlds, cave systems, unfinished basements, hallucinations, solitary confinement, empty parking garages, spiral staircases, substance abuse, trapped in purgatory, hidden beneath the surface, maladaptive daydreaming, hospital hallways, confines of society, waning moon, moths, wandering aimlessly, disconnection from the world, psych wards, healing others, tired eyes or dark circles, chronic mental illness, suppression, addictions, hiding places, overnight shifts, unexplainable experiences, past life karma, exhaustion, cobwebs, others projections, catacombs, bird cages, premonitions in dreams, prescription bottles, self destructive patterns, late night walks, misty lakes, the feeling of walking out of the movie theater at night, identity crises, blurred faces, empty public transport, astral projection, comas, diary entries, dissociative episodes, shape shifting, generational trauma, observing people, mirrors, padded rooms, the afterlife, chain link fences, paradoxes, feeling misunderstood, repression or memory loss, hikikomori, the freeze response, disappearance, waiting rooms

[sanjisleggy]

the siren and the sun (portgas d. ace x reader) [pt2]

a/n: i have been very obsessed with Ace recently :0c anyways here’s part 2! 

contents: brief mentions of death, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, pining!Ace, kidnapping (+ rescue), allusions to human trafficking

wc. 3.3k

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part 1 || part 3

i. 

you’d entered the forest hoping to die.

only a week had passed since your parents set sail on the open seas, claiming their yearning for adventure was far too strong to ignore any longer. “we’d bring you with us but you’re too young,” they said but even at the young age of eleven you knew they were more than happy to leave you behind.

the air was fresh–much fresher than the usual stink of the Grey Terminal–and dotted rays of sunlight shone through the thick canopy of leaves above. you could hear the faint running of water and feel the breeze brushing past your skin.

it was a pleasant experience but you still wished to die.

instead, you came face-to-face with a boy who had large round eyes and a straw hat atop his head.

you’re gently woken up from your sleep by the feeling of your mattress dipping and the sound of sheets rustling. the room is still dark, only barely illuminated by the moonlight shining through your window, and yet it doesn’t take much effort to recognise the culprit.

Ace crawls across the length of your mattress, tossing your blanket out of his way as he moves. his hair is tousled and his signature orange hat is nowhere to be found. once he’s close enough, he slumps forward and spreads his arms out–one of which plops right across your chest.

“y’know they’re just gonna drag you out again, right?” you mumble, shifting slightly to lay on your side to face the boy whose face is now planted downward on one of your pillows. Ace mutters something you can’t quite make out as he hooks his arm around you to pull you closer before his muscles visibly relax, preparing for sleep.

you learned the boy’s name was Luffy and that his caregiver had a habit of adopting stray children. upon sharing with your new friend your desire to no longer be alive, he’d simply called you silly and lent you his straw hat. you kept it on your head as he held your hand and led you deeper into the forest.

Luffy spoke the entire trip to Dadan’s house and had practically shared his entire life story by the time you reached the cabin. you didn’t share anything about yourself, content with simply listening.

Dadan yelled at Luffy for bringing home another random kid but stopped once she laid her eyes on you. though she maintained her scowl and crossed arms, you could tell she wasn’t truly as angry as she was pretending to be.

“whatever,” she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, “stay if you want. you can’t possibly be as troublesome as Ace and Luffy are anyway.”

that night, without saying a word, she handed you a fresh set of clothes and a sleeping mat and pillow.

you listen as Ace’s breathing slows down and evens out. as usual, he’s out cold within the span of several seconds. you’d love to go back to sleep yourself but if the past week has taught you anything, you know someone else is about to show up in just a few more seconds.

right on cue, your bedroom door slams open and there stands a bleary-eyed Marco in his pajamas.

“how many times do we have to do this before you stop?” he groans as he shuffles over to the side of the bed where Ace is sleeping. the older man grabs Ace by the collar of his shirt–much like a mother cat would pick up their cub by the scruff of their neck–and yanks him off the bed.

“let go of me, you fuck!” Ace yells a split second after he’s startled awake. through half-lidded eyes, you watch him struggle to break out of Marco’s iron-grip as he’s pulled across your room like a sack of potatoes towards your open door.

“Ace can sleep with me, Marco, it’s alright,” you say, already missing the warmth, but all the first division commander does is shrug.

“Pops’ orders. ‘night, (Y/N),” Marco yawns before he shuts your door, completely unbothered by the young man wriggling in an almost feral manner. he swings his flaming fists around threateningly but makes no actual attempt to start a fight. 

you can’t help but drift off to sleep with a smile on your face and a funny tingling feeling deep in your chest at the thought of Ace’s desperation to sleep simply beside you.

Ace hated you the moment he laid his eyes on you. though he kept it to himself, not wanting to ruin Luffy’s fun of having a new friend, he despised your presence. no matter how he tried to look at the situation, he couldn’t help but feel as though you were trying to be Sabo’s replacement.

he hated how you tried to keep talking to him every day, gradually growing more bold over time despite his repeated rejection. 

he hated how Luffy loved swinging through the trees with you (he’d invited Ace before but the older boy called it childish and dumb). 

he hated how you actually listened to Dadan and helped out with household chores. 

he hated how you were so clumsy and awkward whenever Luffy invited you to explore the forest with them. 

he especially hated how you never cried even after falling down or spraining an ankle.

“let’s go fishing, Ace,” you chirped one day with a wide smile on your face. there was a bruise on your forehead from the day before when you tripped over a root. the boy merely scoffed and turned away, already feeling the burning in his chest that manifested everytime you tried to spend time with him.

“yea, let’s fish!” Luffy cheered, grabbing both your hands before taking off towards the nearest river. Ace didn’t fight it, telling himself he relented just because he didn’t want to disappoint Luffy. 

if his younger brother wanted so badly for you to join then so be it. Ace didn’t care.

it didn’t take much time before Ace realised he did kind of care–but only because for some reason you were so much better at fishing than he was and Luffy thought that was super cool. 

he gritted his teeth and stewed in his anger for a while longer, determined to keep his rising frustration under control but your laughter intermingling with Luffy’s just pissed him off. if looks could kill, you would’ve dropped dead from his glaring ages ago.

“you’re so fun, (Y/N)!” Luffy giggled and something inexplicable within Ace snapped. 

before he knew it, he’d snatched your fishing pole out of your hands and broke it in half before tossing it into the river. ignoring his younger brother’s pleas for him to calm down and be nice to you, Ace grabbed your shoulder and pushed you towards the cold running water. as you stumbled backwards, your ankle collided with something hard causing you to fall. you yelped from the shock and pain as you felt your clothes get soaked with freezing river water. 

Ace’s anger had mostly dissipated by then, only to be replaced swiftly by a deep sense of guilt. it felt like cold, frigid fingers were gripping his heart and squeezing with all their might. he could hear Luffy yelling at him but everything sounded muffled except for one thing: your crying.

ii.

there’s a bet amongst the commanders on how many attempts on Whitebeard’s life will it take for Ace to finally give up and join the crew.

it’s only been a little over a week since your reunion but most of the commanders have already lost since they made their bets assuming Ace was a sane person. the only three left in the game are Marco, Jozu and Vista–though, judging by the ruckus coming from inside Whitebeard’s room, you suspect Jozu might be out soon. 

the newly-replaced door flies straight off its hinges and into the ocean as Ace is once again thrown out of the room, his back slamming into the deck railing with a sickening thud. breathless, he lays on the ground for a few minutes, completely ignored by passers-by–at this point, it’s just another Thursday afternoon.

“hey,” you call out from where you sit on the deck floor with a book in your hands, just a few metres away. you can’t help but smile when you see how he perks up almost instantaneously. getting on his hands and knees, Ace shuffles over until he’s sitting right beside you, his thigh pressing against yours.

you were avoiding him and a part of him wished he didn’t know why. if he was in the dark, he could at least default to being angry but it was hard to ignore the guilt nagging at his brain whenever he saw the way you limped or the bruise that had blossomed on your shoulder.

Luffy had been mad at him, too, for the rest of the day for hurting his new friend. he’d only warmed back up to his older brother after nightfall when the two spoke in uncharacteristically hushed tones under the blanket. Ace wasn’t afraid to admit he’d done something wrong and that he felt bad about it, he just didn’t really know what to do next.

“how’s killing Pops’ going?” you ask, setting the book aside on the floor before you reach out to brush some stray strands of hair out of his face. he always looks so messy after trying to kill your captain, it’s endearing only because you know it’s probably the one thing he’ll never succeed in.

“not great, clearly,” he sighs as he leans against you while absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shorts. “i knew it wasn’t going to be easy but not this hard… why don’t we just leave together? we can find my old crew and you can be my second first mate.”

you chuckle at his offer. “i didn’t know it was possible for you to become even more stubborn than when you were a kid.” Ace’s pout grows deeper so you decide to appease him by combing your fingers through his hair–a habit you picked back up pretty quick after reuniting with him, much to his visible pleasure. “you already know i’m never leaving this crew. they’re my family.”

“i thought i was your family?” he replies, though he knows deep in his heart that’s not the most accurate word he’d use to describe your relationship–even back when you were children.

Makino was surprised to see a familiar face enter Partys Bar on a random Tuesday afternoon. thankfully, it was a slow day for business.

“how do i… say sorry to someone?” Ace asked, perched on one of the barstools with his eyes glued to his hands on his lap. Makino couldn’t help but smile at the innocence in his question.

“well, it depends,” she replied. “what did you do?”

“i hurt (Y/N). i got mad and pushed her and she fell.”

“did she do something to you?”

“... no.”

as much as she wanted to chide the boy for his actions, she could tell from the look on his face that he’d beat himself up over it more than enough already. besides, he came asking for help righting the wrong, who was she to deny such a request?

that night, Ace ran back to Dadan’s cabin with a handful of wildflowers clutched carefully in his hand. his heart pounded not only from the running but from the sheer nerves of what he was about to do. he rehearsed the words he practiced with Makino in his head over and over until he was certain he could recite them in his sleep. 

when he’d finally reached his destination, though, he was greeted by a panicked Dogra and Magra.

“(Y/N)’s been taken. Dadan and Luffy went looking for her!”

“of course you’re my family,” you tell Ace as you continue to scratch his scalp, chuckling when you see his eyes flutter close as he leans into your touch. “you know you’ll always be my best friend.” he ignores the sudden pang in his chest. “i just owe too much to Pops and the others. i know they won’t stop me if i try to leave but i’ve found my place here. this could be your place, too, y’know?”

Ace doesn’t reply but he doesn’t reject the idea entirely either like he would’ve done a week ago.

iii.

Ace is startled awake when he hears the sound of the door creaking open. setting his hand ablaze on instinct, he readies himself for a fight. ‘this is it,’ he thinks to himself, ‘the cards are off the table now. i knew the Whitebeard pirates were just putting up a front to get my guard down.’

“chill out, dude,” your voice floats across the room in a frantic whisper as you quietly close the door behind you. “it’s just me.” the flames engulfing his hand disappear instantly as he feels his initial apprehension melt into relief.

“what’re you doing here?” Ace asks in his own whispered tone, scooting over to make space for you on the small bed he’d been given as Whitebeard’s ‘prisoner’. “won’t your Pops get mad?” he feels his face heat up as he watches you make yourself comfortable, eventually settling down with your face just mere inches away from his as you both lay on your sides.

“Pops’ll never get mad at me, i’m his darling daughter,” you reply half heartedly as you snuggle your face into his pillow. the action causes your loose shirt collar to slip off your shoulder enough to reveal a scar Ace hasn’t thought about in a long time.

without a second thought, he reaches out to trace his finger across the marred skin. it’s a jagged line from the base of the side of your neck, perpendicular to your collarbone, ending just a few centimetres below it. it’s a weird place for a scar but he knows it’s real: he was there to witness the injury that caused it.

he’d found you trapped in the arms of an unfamiliar man as he held a knife to your neck. Ace could see the sheen of sweat covering your skin as you trembled, your fingernails dug into your captor’s forearm in a futile attempt to make him let go.

“drop the knife, asshole,” Ace warned, pipe at the ready.

“fuck off, kid! she’s mine! i’m gonna get off this fucking island and bring this bitch to Sabaody.” he laughed in an almost manical manner. “if her limp’s permanent, it might reduce her value but i know the Celestial Dragons love pretty girls.” 

you couldn’t help but let out a sob at the man’s crude words as well as the pain shooting through your re-twisted ankle. it was close to full recovering when you were snatched from the riverside where you sat earlier in the day, only to get hurt all over again in your struggle for freedom. 

the sound of your cries set something in Ace’s chest ablaze as he felt rage cloud every thought in his mind other than one: save you. with gritted teeth and boiling blood pumping through his veins, Ace charged at your kidnapper and swung his pipe.

“that was a crazy day, huh?” you mumble, feeling goosebumps ripple across your skin as he continues to trace his index finger over your scar.

“if i wasn’t so reckless, you wouldn’t have been hurt.” he bites down on the inside of his cheek as a familiar wave of guilt washing over him. you sigh and grab the hand that’s touching your skin, maneuvering it so that your palm presses against his. through the darkness of the room, you can see him smile a little as he curls his fingers, interlocking them with your own. as you expect, his skin feels warm.

“technically, your recklessness saved me from a lifetime of being a Celestial Dragon’s pet,” you point out. “i don’t think he was prepared to fight off a feral child.”

“how dare you call me feral,” he laughs.

“you were super feral! both you and Luffy. i was the only sane one, just ask Dadan.”

“sure,” Ace replies with a roll of his eyes, dragging out the word in a playful manner. 

“i really mean it, though. you saved my life that day, Ace.” you lower your interlocked hands to rest in between your faces on top of the pillow. “so you better stop getting all mopey whenever you see the scar.”

the man laid on the forest ground, beaten to a pulp. if it weren’t for the occasional rising of his chest, you would’ve thought he was dead. Ace heaved as he stood over the unconscious man, the pipe he used as a weapon now coated in blood and dented in several areas.

it had been a few minutes since the fight ended but the boy still breathed heavily and his hand still gripped the pipe in his hand so hard his knuckles were deathly pale.

“Ace?” you called out apprehensively from where you sat a few metres behind him, voice slightly hoarse from crying. you could see him tense up but he remained silent. “are you okay?”

the pipe fell to the ground with a muffled thud as he turned around, eyebrows still deeply furrowed. his eyes flickered to the hand you kept pressed against the junction between your shoulder and neck. without saying a word, he closed the gap between him and you before dropping to his knees.

“here,” Ace said, pulling out a handful of crumpled flowers. he held them up to you expectedly. “i’m sorry i hurt you the other day. i was mad at something else and took it out on you. please forgive me.”

dumbfounded, you found yourself staring at him for a few silent seconds. his lip was busted and his entire body was littered in little cuts and blossoming bruises. he’d nearly killed a man; and yet here he was.

Ace gulped when his apology went unacknowledged. he nearly even started to panic when he realised Makino hadn’t told him what to do if you chose to not forgive him. 

thankfully, you reached out and took the flowers as a smile stretched across your teary face.

his heart, which had been calming down after the intense fight, revved back up again as he felt something burst in his chest. a strange tingling feeling spread across his entire body and suddenly all the pain from his injuries melted away. Ace felt a warmth envelop his face and he nearly covered his cheeks with his hands–stopping himself only because he knew it would make it too obvious.

you’d fallen asleep with your hand still in his. your face was so close to his own he could feel your gentle breaths brush across his skin. although he himself feels the pull of sleep, he resists the urge for a little while more, needing time to gather his thoughts.

Ace thinks about his experience so far on the Moby Dick; how he’s been trying relentlessly to kill Whitebeard and yet everyone’s been treating him with such patience. hell, they’ve never threatened to slap sea prism stone cuffs on him even once. 

he realises he’s already familiarised himself with some of the commanders, namely Marco and Thatch; and how even though he’s been acting like such a brat, the two older men have still been nothing but kind. as much as he hates that Marco takes up so much of your time, Ace can’t deny how much chemistry you have with the whole crew and how much they seem to love you so sincerely and unconditionally.

could i have that, too, one day?

he recalls something you said during a conversation earlier in the day.

“i’ve found my place here. this could be your place, too, y’know?”

and suddenly the answer seems so simple. 

gen taglist: @irethepotato @i-reblog-fics-i-like @grierpilots @appalost @hyper-fic-ation @dressycobra7 @38lyra38 @chaseyui @paraparakiss

series taglist: @captainportgasdace @mitskisaveme @graveyardsweethearts @vaniiiavengeance @stuckinmymind22

[impish-baby]

Masterlist 🎃

Fandoms:

Pokémon:

Platonic yandere Saguaro headcannons

Platonic yandere arven headcannons

Stardew valley

Platonic yandere haley headcannons

Platonic yandere stardew valley moms

Platonic yandere caregiver Elliott headcannons (agere)

Bugsnax

Platonic yandere strabby

Platonic yandere bunger

Cookie run kingdom

Platonic yandere cream ferret cookie headcannons (agere)

Original characters:

Home is where the heart is (platonic yandere familly)

Jaiden's intro (yan big bro)

The reckoning (Jaiden's reaction to reader leaving)

Marcus's intro (yan dad)

Clara's intro (yan mom)

Jack and Theo's intro (yan twin older siblings)

The twins' reaction to reader being kidnapped

A fluffy moment with them

Would the twins keep reader

The twins see reader out shopping

Reader's interlude

The family's reaction to thinking reader was kidnapped, but they actually have a romantic partner

The family's reaction to reader running away because they thought they wouldn't be supported after coming out

Marcus and Jaiden's reaction to reader being kidnapped

The family's reaction to reading reader's journal

Jaiden's reaction to reader having an abusive partner

Platonic yandere werewolf familly

Rowen's intro (werewolf father)

Summer days (Rowen fluff)

Vivian's intro (werewolf mother)

Maddison's intro (werewolf sister)

Liam's into (werewolf brother)

Do the other kids regress? (agere)

Is reader babied the most? (agere)

Platonic yandere pantheon x godly reader

Introduction (pt.1)

Introduction (pt.2)

Both arms cradle you now (Platonic yandere estranged familly)

A few glimpses into reader's childhood

Burning bridges (first part)

Infant and innocent (first part continued)

Stabbing stars through my back (first part continued two)

Viliian and violent (first part fin)

Is reader's stepmom also yandere? Are their siblings?

Why does reader's fam call them bug?

Miscellaneous familly members taking care of regressed reader

How the neglect was found out + how they become yan for reader

Platonic yandere step brother + friend group

Platonic yandere "friend" group ramble

Day trips (drabble) (tyler)

Platonic yandere superheros/villians

Platonic yandere superhero brother fic (Cyrus) (sidekick reader)

Platonic yandere villian drabble (Eos) (vigilante reader)

Platonic yandere villian and hero fic (Eos and Nyx) (vigilante reader)

Platonic yandere superhero brother (callum) (villian reader)

In April, I open my bill (platonic yandere villians/heros with sidekick reader)

Pt. 1

Pt.2

Platonic yandere vampires

Mother's come, she is the night (pt.1) (valerian)

Headcannons about them (valerian)

How they would react to you hiding from them (valerian)

Gay vampire dads x recently turned reader (Thoren and Rune)

Sylvia (Platonic yandere witch caregiver)

Sylvia's intro (agere)

Sylvia and reader decorate a paci (agere)

Miscellaneous:

Platonic yandere ghost caregiver headcannons (agere)

Platonic yandere siren headcannons

Platonic yandere angel and demon caregivers headcanons (agere)

Platonic yandere demon king fic (Areon) (child reader)

Platonic yandere fae caregiver fic (Briar)

Platonic yandere dragon hybrid headcanons

Platonic yandere dragon headcannons (wings of fire inspired)

Platonic yandere naga brother drabble (Koda)

Platonic yandere haunted doll drabble (mathew)

Platonic yandere eldritch horror fic (jonah)

Platonic yandere alien caregiver rambles (agere)

Platonic yandere harpy familly ramble

Platonic yandere various monster siblings rambles

Platonic yandere vampire caregiver ramble

Platonic yandere caregiver stepdad headcannons

Platonic yandere caregiver stepmom headcannons

Platonic yandere queen x servant reader fic

Platonic yandere loanshark fam concept

Platonic yandere selkie father drabble

Platonic yandere changeling drabble

Platonic yandere big sister red riding hood x wolf reader

Platonic yandere cannibal caregiver drabble (malachi)

Platonic yandere survivor x zombie reader

[blueberry-rose]

Arlecchino smut

It’s my first post be nice 🙏

Arlecchino x caregiver!reader

You’re a caretaker of the house of hearth. You’ve always loved children, you’re a very caring person the exact opposite of the father. So it was a surprise when one of the children called you mother, right in front of Arlecchino. You felt your face heat up, and you practically fell over your self telling them that you’re not their mother. But Arlecchino just walked away. It’s now the end of the day and Arlecchino called you to her office. you’re trembling in front of the door hand just above the handle. You’ve heard horror stories of Arlecchino when she’s displeased. And the mother comment has you terrified. You knocked slowly.

“Come in” archons her voice was so low and dangerous you felt your core tighten. You opened the door slowly stepping in. “Shut the door.” You didn’t have to be told twice. Pissing her off more was a bad idea, you heard the click of the door like a nail in your coffin.

“I-if this is about the mother comment I swear I had no idea that she was going to call me that. I’m so sorry.” She looked up from her work.

“Oh? Did you not like being called mother?” You could swear you saw her smirk slightly. No it was a trick of the light, there’s no way the knave would smile. “I thought you would like to be called mother. I remember when I was doing your interview right before you started working here. You told me that you’ve always dreamed of being a mother.” She simply motioned you to move to her. It was like a siren’s call, your feet moved without your brain even thinking.

“Ma’am? What do you mean.” Your standing by her side, she leaned back in the chair, looking up at you, your not used to looking down at her she usually towers over you.

“The children care about you. That makes you indispensable.” Your heart was racing the words running over and over in your head. “So heres my proposal. You become the mother of the house. And I take care of you for the rest of your life.”

“Are you asking me out?” Fuck, you need to think before you speak.

“Is that what you wish?” You felt her hands on your waist. archons your definitely red.

“yes” your voice was a whisper but it was loud enough. You’re now sitting in her lap.

“tell me what you wish, dear.” It was an order, you could tell in her voice as she pressed her her chest to your back, your so thankful that she can’t see your face.

“You” your voice was breathy. Her blackened hands snaked around your waist.

“Oh? How do you want me? Use your big girl words.” Fuck your clit is aching. You tried to grab her hand and guide it to your aching core, she grabbed your wrist. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear it.” You let out a pathetic whine.

“Ma’am please, please touch me.” She pressed her hands to your breasts squeezed them gently.

“Like this” you whined, she’s teasing you and she’s liking it.

“Fuck, you’re really going to make me say it.” You reached for her hands again. Only to have one of her hands to grab both of your wrists holding them together.

“Behave.” You let out another whine. Her free hand finally started to undo your shirt. “Tell me how much you want me.” She was getting more demanding. Her tone was the same one that made you tremble in fear if she was displeased with you.

“Please, I-I want you to fuck me” you obeyed her orders your hands were let go of as she focused all of her attention on getting your clothes off, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Slowly revealing your lacy red bra.

“Good girl” your face was on fire. She started kissing your neck. “Red? hmm, and sexy at that, do you like dressing up. I sure do appreciate the view.” You inhaled sharply, your shirt now off completely. “Stand up” you obeyed standing up immediately. Her hands grabbed the waist band of your skirt and pulled it down it now laid in a pile. You’re now standing in nothing but some pretty red panties and bra set. “Matching? How naughty. Yet you’re so shy. Face me.” You turned.

She pushed your body back into her desk she now standing above you in between your legs. She slowly removed your panties, Her eyes were burning into your soul, her eyes looked so hungry, your not used to such a sight. She usually elegant and stoic but she looked so hungry for … you. She ran one of her fingers over your slick folds, its filed down you let out a moan. “Well what do we have here. Alright so wet for me. So sensitive too”

“Please, ma’am-” She kissed you to cut you off.

“So impatient, don’t worry I’ll take care of that.” She pushed two of her fingers in your heat, you arched your back letting out a moan. “How adorable I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already a mess for me.” She curled her fingers easily finding that gummy spot that makes your brain go fuzzy. You moaned out, again. “So vocal too.” She pressed her thumb to your clit slow agonizing circles mixed with the curling of her fingers. You were a mess, moaning out as she continued to tease you. It didn’t take long until you are on the edge. Arlecchino could feel you clenching around her fingers, the way your nails dug into her jacket. “Do you want to cum, dear?”

You moaned out your answer. “Yes, ma’am please”

“Call me Arlecchino.” You barely got to process her response when she started to finger fuck you harder, pushing her fingers in you, curling, her thumb placing pressure on your clit, you tumbled over the edge fast.

“A-Arlecchino!” You came hard, a creamy ring forming on her fingers. She pulled them out slowly. You felt your face flush at the sight of your cum on her fingers. She placed her fingers in her mouth licking and savoring your taste.

“So messy,” she looked at your reden face. “Red really is a great color on you”

[yaut-jaknowit]

How about a human womans gets pregnant with a yautja (They are probably in a lab). The male escapes and takes her back to his clan and hands her off to the females of the clan. And instead of falling in love with the male, the sire of the unborn pup. the human womans gets together with another female who is teaching the ways of the yautja. Maybe the male stops by here n there...

Lose Yourself

Pairings: Male Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 4039

Summary: Four concrete walls have been your sight for the last year. Caregivers and doctors see you every day to ensure your heath. Then three months ago, they introduced you to him. A creature not from this world that you can tell. He does not speak but the two of you have an understanding and one another.

Author Note: When this popped up in my feed, I started to bounce off of the walls like a crazed animal. I love this idea so much. In the future, I would love to write out a whole story like this. For now, I'm just going to do at least two parts, maybe three for this.

Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

Blaring sirens jolt you back into reality. Your heart instantly leaps into your throat and lodges itself there. The whites of your eyes clear even in the limited light of the dingy cell you dared to call home.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around your knees and carefully watched the only entrance and exit to this singular, minute room. The alarm meant something. Terrible things. Nothing ever good came from it. Your head was plastered to the tops of your knees as you observed for any incoming threat.

This wasn’t a horrible life. Three meals a day; seen by doctors – or at least what looked to be doctors – practically every day; clothing on your body. But the fact you weren’t allowed to leave the room unless they wanted you or you didn’t have anything to stimulate your brain. Just an animal on the verge of insanity, forced to be driven there with no relief.

The people who keep you locked in here are the only people you are able to interact with. It’s one sided. You lost your will to try and gain any words besides the casual ‘how are you feeling today?’ from them. They might mix it up after some time but it was always the same doctor-patient relationship.

Out of everything here though, what caught your attention was the thing they brought you to a few times before. Everything about him is locked down and sealed tight from both sides. Not even a name from the lumbering giant.

From the limited times you’ve got to interact with him, you’ve learned he wasn’t a nice character. At first, he had nearly torn you apart before he had jerked to a stop. Akin to a horrified look passed over his alien features and he backed away. After that day, he’s been reasonable to be around. For some reason, your ‘caregivers’ love to know how you interact with him or what he’ll do if… you were some sort of danger.

Not the most protective creature, he’ll snarl and growl if the guards are too rough with you. His chains prevent him from doing anything physical. Once you are completely alone with him though, the chains that keep him locked to the wall are slackened. He’s now allowed to move about the vicinity as he seems fit.

Move he does. He stalks, prowls around the room, searching for any way for escape. They way he moves gives you the hint he’s this predator, like a lion hunting its prey. When you watch him, you admire him and prowess.

Wishful thinking makes you pray for him to find a weakness and escape from this horrid place. The chains on his wrists are more than tight. It’s daily occurrence blood drips from cuts. He tries to hide it, obscure it from sight but the eyes are the window to the soul. You are able to read his pain, every wince when the chains rub just a hair too much. You worry about him, this creature that was no human.

The first time he allowed you to touch him was a miracle. When the session was over, you were immediately yanked from the premises and shoved into a different room. Your caregivers began to berate and demand answers on why he was allowing you such contact. As the clueless person you are, you just shrugged your shoulders.

That night, they left you with a few more bruises than usual.

The door swung open and revealed a guard and a caregiver. Same protocols as always. You were taken from your room and swiftly led further down to what you believed to be the lowest level of this complex. The entire way there, you were compliant and willing. You’ve done your fair share of fighting, everything in your power to leave this place.

But it never worked. It wasn’t truly accepting your fate but going along the motions. Your mind has long grown numb, completely stale to everything. It needed stimulation but no one offered that.

A quick shove had you toppling onto your hands and knees. A loud snarl and rattling chains, metal creaking from tremendous amount of weight thrown against echoed in the limited space. You hissed at the new wounds on your knees and whipped your head up.

Though weakened from lack of food and proper exercise, the alien was straining against the shortened chains. His blazing eyes were on you, taking in everything your caregivers did to you.

With a click, the thick steel door latched shut and trapped you in here with him. You sighed and stood back up while taking a glance behind you. The only entrance to the room sealed off until they choose to retrieve you. Until then, you calmly walked over to the ashen, grey alien and sat down close by. A respectful amount of space placed between the two of you.

Two more clicks entered the air. The chains that once locked him to the wall slackened and allowed the predator free range.

He instantly stalked over to you and knelt down. You picked up your head to find his eyes still on your sitting form. His gaze flicked down to your scrapped knees.

Those strange mandibles of his, or fangs could be a better word, didn’t offer any lips to form words. Not English at least. He seems to speak in his own but neither of you could truly understand one another in words. Instead, gestures got you farther in this strange friendship you’ve created with him. He was the only being in this forsaken place to offer niceties.

You reached to the fresh wound. Blood already dotted the scrapped skin. Nothing that cried for a bandage. Not that you would get in the end. “It’s alright,” you reassured him and threw a thumbs up at him. A sign he’s learned meant everything was fine.

He hovered still and stayed sat on his haunches at your side. A little unusual for the predator always on the move. When he was with you, ninety percent of the time he is prowling the given space and observing the door. You didn’t need to be told he was searching for his escape.

One animal, spirit lost to the solidarity. 

Another animal, always moving, always searching.

It didn’t take further than five more seconds for your gaze to drop and head to lean against the cool wall. It was colder in this room than even the halls that lead to here. You’ve pondered the reasons but have never come up with something concrete.

Warmth cupped your cheek and tilted your head back up to the only figure in this room. Your jaw dropped at the touch, eyes widening while you could only stare at the alien.

Once he found your eyes, he leaned in, diverted slightly to the side, and placed his alien mouth next to your ear. “I will get us out of here,” he whispered barely a fraction over his breath. You gasped in reaction, ready to spew questions when his thumb pressed against your lips. The words died in your throat before they could become sound.

Then, he nuzzled his mandibles to the crook of your neck and pulled back. The whole interaction had you puzzled but slightly scared shitless. Thise sharp fangs so close to your throat, knowing they could rip it out if he wanted. But instead, he promised your escape.

Escape.

It was like he offered you a sack of gold as a peasant.

“Please,” you murmured back and against the pad of his thumb. He grunted then stood up. The chains rattled at the movement and clacked against the ground. You saw the way his hands twitched at his sides when the sharp edge dug into his already sore flesh. Thick, raised scars would be left in its wake. That, you were sure of.

The alien moved away from you and began his pacing. It was the same pathing he always took. He looked high and low. You stayed there on the ground despite it hurting your lower back and watched him. As he moved, the hope that bubbled inside of your chest began to dwindle. Maybe he didn’t have a plan just yet or even the start of one.

You missed the feeling of the sun on your skin, the smell of fresh air. Freedom. That’s the base core you craved the most while in the pits of this place. You had no plans for escape. It didn’t look like he did either.

A hand ran through your knotted locks and started to work out the small rats' nests growing. He had spoken to you. Spoke English. After all the times you’ve been in contact with him, he finally speaks up and says that. But why did he say it so quietly?

Your eyes darted around the room, hiding behind your lashes. Four cameras. They left no space unseen. Did he not want anyone to know he could speak your language? I huffed and drew your knees while resting your chin on them.

Another click drew you from well of your thoughts. A sound you’ve heard before. The chains began to sucked back into the wall and dragged the struggling alien back to his original place. You watched with a sorrowful gaze, knowing every pull cut deeper into his forever bleeding cuts.

Before he could officially trapped back to the wall, he lunged at you and trapped your now quiver form to him. His body was a few degrees warmer than the room itself. The textured scales that covered him from head to toe rubbed against your back. You gave a yelp and struggled at first but stopped, hoping he wouldn’t harm you after all this time.

The first time you met flashing in your mind. What had stopped him?

His grasp on you wasn’t harsh or demanding, but firm, not allowing you slip away from him. The claws that tipped his fingers looked they could gut you like a fish. Yet, he ensured they didn’t dig into your skin.

The chains stopped once he was pulled to the wall but with you still in grasp. The door was ripped open and in poured seven heavily armed soldiers, guns directed at the two of you. You screamed and tucked into his chest and seek protection from the only friendly figure here. His arms tightened around in a secure manner. A deep rumbled beginning to grow from the depths of his chest.

In walked the main caregiver for you and him. You submissively bowed your head, afraid to look her in the eye and feel her wrath; or be knocked out and wake up in pain again.

The woman wearing a white coat looked down her nose at your meek form then gazed up at the predator trapping you. “You won’t hurt her,” she stated with a voice honeyed and sweet. How could she be so sure of something unknown? Even you didn’t know what his intentions were.

Warm, callused finger ensnared your throat. Your heart jumping and thumping against the digits holding your life. A whimper breaking free of your cracked, cry lips. The arm still wrapped around your torso  tightened but the hand rubbed the area behind your back. You inhaled sharply and slackened in his hold.

She marched forward and only left a space between her and you that dared him to take the lunge. “It’s against your honor code, isn’t it?” Your brows furrowed at the new information, unsure of what this ‘honor code’ entailed but hoped it truly meant he won’t kill you.

He growled and sent vibrations up your spine. Goosebumps were left in its wake. You shuttered and pressed yourself more into him.

Harsh, vile clicks and snarls sounded from his alien throat as he spat alien words at the doctor. An unamused gaze fell on her face while the grey creature said his piece.

When the sounds ceased and he breathed heavily, she used a finger to wipe spit off of her face and flicked back at him. “Are you done?” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “Your kind is so predictable. Quick to surge with rage and believe themselves to be high and mighty. Not for much longer.” You wanted to somehow shrink even more against him but there was not even a molecule of space to take up.

“Now, hand over the subject and we’ll still feed you tonight. And if you don’t… well, that’s for me know and you to find out.” You shuttered at her words, hand finding his arm and squeezing it. He returned the action with his arm still wrapped around your torso.

An action she saw. Her posture sagged then she spun around and walked behind the seven soldiers. They were used as a wall of protection.

“Retrieve the subject. Don’t kill either of them. Harm is okay,” she gave the order you knew was about to occur. Your eyes instinctively shut as you prepare for bullets to begin flying.

A deafening roar rattled your brain. Metal snapped. The heat you were once pressed against was gone. The pure instinct to search it out strong before your brain could register the scene unfolding in front of your trembling form. Your feet glued to the spot.

Even though he’s lost some of his muscular physique, this lethal giant showed off his strength and prowess. He had already thrown one of the soldiers into a wall, a dent left in its wake. Another was meeting the business end of this predator… and loosing not only the fight but their life as well.

Blood sprayed across the ground in a terrifying arch. The ruby red a sight you weren’t prepared to see. His claws causing the damage to be dealt and valuable life essence to be spilled at your feet. The same claws that had been wrapped around neck so softly moments before.

Bright pops of light and ear-bleeding claps left you dizzy in where you stood. You stumbled back and rested your shoulder against the cool concrete wall. The scene before you continuing to unfold as if you didn’t even exist.

It swiftly became a blood bath. The seven soldiers she brought into here were desecration into nothing more than piles of shredded meat and bleeding blood bags on the ground.

The horror that morphed over her usually neutral face was satisfying to say in the least. The fact she wasn’t going to be able to step out of this room dawned upon her. You watched as the color drained from her face with each step backwards.

Unlike you, she was trapped and at the will of the alien that bore his gaze down on her. You may be pressed against the wall like her, but you were safe, not afraid of him spinning around and mistaking you as one of them. You knew it in your heart he was following through with his promise. You’ll see the light of day again, breathe the fresh air of the day. Strangely enough, you felt giddy.

“You can’t do this! I’m unarmed!” she screamed at him and pointed a trembling finger at the grey alien. What’s with that? Does it have to do with this ‘honor code’ she spoke about before?

Oh, but he could. In a terrifying millisecond, your eyes couldn’t register what had truly happened. Her body laid motionless at the feet of the lumbering alien. Her back faced you, her head was turned towards you. The cold, lifeless blue eyes of hers stared blankly, unfocused.

Dead.

You released a shuttering breath and timidly looked at him. Said creature stood back to his full height and rolled his dense shoulders. The muscles that lined his shoulders and back rippling at the motion.

Then, the alien spun on his heel and marched over to you. For a scared shitless moment, you best believed you were about to receive the same treatment. What stopped him from doing so?

He came to a stop before you and offered you a hand. “We are getting out.” Words of English were rumbled at you. Your eyes flicked down to the open palm. The freedom you begged for since the day you arrived here was standing before you. Not in a form you were expecting.

You took his hand.

One moment, the ground was touching the bottom of your feet. The very next, your legs had to wrap around a wide frame, arms snug around his throat. His back to your chest. He patted your forearm. “Hold on tight. Do not let go,” he ordered then marched towards the door.

It was closed, still sealed. What was he going to do about that?

That had to a be stupid thought after watching him massacre the entire room. Clearly he had an idea, some plan to get you two out of here. As much as you hated to this, it gutted you, you trusted him fully to release you from this prison.

Carefully, he crouched down and grabbed a key card from a pocket of the doctor. Red from his hands smeared onto the thin piece of plastic. He held it up to a small area next to the door.

With a whoosh, the door opened. The moment it did. All the white lights suddenly flashed to red. A horrifying screech entered the air before going into a low pitch then back up. It continued to do this while he carried him and you into the hall.

His head whipped side to side, thoughts determining which way to go. You perked up at this and motioned for him to go left. “The stairs are next to the elevator,” you reasoned with him. He grunted and began to full on sprint in the given direction. This hundreds of pound of flesh barreled down the hallway like a semi-truck. Nothing could stop him unless he wanted to stop.

A ninety degree came up. The alien just slid and used an arm to keep himself from slamming into the wall. He continued on. You buried your face into his neck, ignoring the strange rubbery dreads that slapped against your head and face with each of his steps.

The hallway led him to the necessary door. He didn’t even try the handle when he full on kicked it down. The metal screeched as it was torn from the hinges and laid to rest at the bottom of the stairs. With that out of the way, he leaped easily over it and took three steps at a time.

The alarm still blared its horrible tune and forced a headache to pound inside of your skull. You whined and scrunched your nose, unable to relieve yourself of the noise.

Over the noise, you heard the tall tell sign of thundering footsteps. You tensed up, breath shuddering and catching in your throat. In reaction, you go to open your mouth and speak of the discovery. A single finger was held up in your line of sight. You closed your trap and hunkered back down.

He launched himself up a flight of stairs and crashed into something hard. Gunfire sounded less than ten feet away. A bullet never hits you as he powered through a sea of bodies. You kept yourself locked onto his back like a monkey for dear life. You don’t know if he would come back for you if you were to fall off. Or if a soldier may just kill you to solve half of their problems.

Warm, slightly substance latched onto your arms. You shuttered, already coming to the conclusion of what it is.

Dying, horrified screams echoed off the halls. They decreased in amount and volume until the last one was silenced.

A new quiet filled the air besides the heavy breathing from the beast you clung to. Ringing echoed inside of your ears and worsened your headache. You groaned and clenched your hands into a tight fist.

He moved on.

You were brought back to reality as the warmth tinglingly the back of your neck and arms. Confused, you picked up your head and opened your eyes.

Bright light first had you flinching but powering through the pain. Sunlight greeted you. Its light painful at first but warmth more than welcomed. Your jaw dropped at the sight now before you.

A vessel… No. A space craft. A UFO. And it had to be his.

The alien didn’t stop moving across the short field that took him less than ten seconds to clear reach the feet of the ship. He slammed his fist against the belly of it. A screeching hiss entered the air.

A slab of metal began to peel itself away from the belly of the craft and angle one end towards the ground. The sight something you would see from Star Wars. You could only watch in amazement as the alien marched up the ramp. He rushed his way through the insides and took expert turns until he reached the cockpit. His feet skidded to a stop at a console and hands flying across the panels.

You pulled yourself up higher and watched. He pressed buttons and started the engines.

They rumbled to life under his feet. The ship waking up from an unknown amount of rest.

Hanging off of his back, you spotted movement through the glass window before you. A hoard of soldiers poured from the facility you had broken out of. A cold sweat dripped down the length of your spine at the sight. You tapped rapidly on his shoulder to gain his attention. “We’ve got company,” you warned, voice wavering.

The creature scoffed and turned his head enough to meet your eyes. “Not for long,” he answered. A smirk that you didn’t need to see was evident in his voice. He reached over and grabbed a throttle. Pressure was added to the stick.

Power was fed into the engines. Their sounds gaining in volume. You felt it before you noticed the fact the craft was starting to lift off the ground. The people rushing towards the two of you doubled their efforts as they began to grow smaller.

Something hit the roof and prevented the vessel from gaining anymore height. The creature just scoffed and added extra power to the engines.

Metal groaned and gave way. The ship returned to its form ascent into the sky. You release a sob of relief while the two of you continued to climb into the sky. The prison left behind as everyone could only watch your escape.

Once blue skies transitioned to black and sparkles shining through, he released the tension in his shoulders then patted your forearm. “You can get down now,” he said and knelt down. The warm metal floor touching the bottom of your bare feet. You finally relented your hold on him and stretched out your muscles. Soreness sunk into your muscles after clinging to him for so long.

He turned around to look at you fully. The two of you taking the other in without the constant pressure of being under watch and locked into a room.

A smile broke across your dirtied features. It was slow, a small dribble of happiness filling your veins before it became a rush. You pumped your fists into the air and gave a lungful cheer that echoed back at you. Damn that headache, you could care less about it when freedom was returned to you at last.

Close to the end of your excitement, an ear-piercing roar sounded with your call. You stopped abruptly and looked at the alien. His head was tipped back, fangs fully widened. You let the smile return and gave a hearty call again. You deserved it after all the shit you’ve endured while at the prison.

The roar died off. You cut yours as well and returned to studying him again. Despite not knowing who or what he was, you could trust him completely. He had fought off the advances of the soldiers and kept you safe. It was impossible in the moment to wipe off the smile on your face. You didn’t even dare to try and knew it would be futile.

Freedom at last.

[sjsmith56]

Night Music

Summary: While wandering around Brooklyn on a hot summer’s night Bucky is drawn to the sounds of a woman singing a blues song.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky, OMC, OFC (not described other than mixed heritage), 2 minor OFC.

Warnings: Some talk about mortality, race laws in the past, and mixed marriages, brief mentions of cannabis use, bitchy caregiver.

Author notes: A conversation over the comments section on AO3 with user Dornish_Jedi inspired this story. Thank you. Songs referenced include a live recording of Blues in the Night, sung by Ella Fitzgerald (music written by Harold Arlen, lyrics by Johnny Mercer), Alright, Okay, You Win, sung by Peggy Lee (music written by Sid Wyche, lyrics by Mayme Watts), As Time Goes By, sung by Dooley Wilson (written by Herman Hupfeld), I’ll Never Smile Again, sung by Frank Sinatra and the Pied Pipers, music performed by Tommy Dorsey and His Orchestra (written by Ruth Lowe). All are available to listen on Spotify.

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It was uncomfortably hot inside his flat so Bucky put his lightest jacket on, slipped on some cloth gloves and headed out into the night. Still not comfortable displaying his left arm in public, he found little difference between being in his flat versus out on the street. Aimlessly, he walked along the avenue, threading his way through the other poor souls without air conditioning trying to avoid sweltering in their apartments. The sidewalk cafes and outdoor seating areas for the small bistros were bustling with people fanning themselves with menus, hands and whatever other flat objects they could use. The really busy places were those with air conditioning, or with large fans connected to misting nozzles. The latter, sending out a cool spray every 60 seconds or so would attract everyone eager to stand directly in the path of the fine droplets which evaporated within seconds upon contact with their overheated skin. The sounds of their relief combined with the disparate music coming out of each place along the avenue created a morass of sound that eventually became overwhelming for the super soldier.

Just as Bucky decided the hot but quiet confines of his flat were preferable to the hectic bustle of the street, he heard it; the rich voice of a woman singing Blues in the Night to a recording of it. The music came from an alleyway that led away from the street.

My mama done tol' me

When I was in pigtails

My mama done tol' me

A man's gonna sweet-talk and give you the big eyes

But when the sweet-talking's done

A man is a two-face, a worrisome thing

Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

She wasn't just singing it, she was belting it out as if she were Ella Fitzgerald herself. He recognized the legendary singer's voice on the recording that the unknown woman was singing along with. Following the sound, as if it were a siren calling just to him, Bucky kept walking down the poorly lit alley until he looked up to where a rooftop space was lit up. Whoever was singing was up there, at least six stories up. He could have gone around to the front of the building trying to find a way up by elevator but by then the song would be over. Noticing the fire escape ladder of a nearby building on this side of the alley, he jumped up, grabbing a metal rung and pulling himself up to the first landing. Following the stairs up he eventually got to a point where he could see across to the other rooftop.

It was a patio but a private one, with only two people out there, a woman who was just finishing the song, and an old man in one of those mobility scooters. When she finished, he clapped his hands.

"Darlin', you sound just like Miss Ella," wheezed the old man. "You should have seen her live. That woman could sing the pants off of any man I knew."

"You were so lucky to have played for those singers, Grandpa," smiled the younger woman, her face full of affection for the older man.

"You're just as good as any of them," he said. "How does the auditioning go?"

She sat on a nearby chair. "I keep trying to figure out what they want to hear but they say my voice isn't what they want. They say they're looking for something more contemporary sounding. No one wants to hear the old songs, unless it's Lady Gaga, or Michael Bublé singing it."

"I'd listen to you all night long," whispered Bucky.

"You keep plugging away, my darling," said the old man. "Someone will hear you and realize you got the goods. Now, what's another one you can sing for me?"

She grinned and pulled up her phone, finding another song. Her face lit up as she sang the opening verse along with the singer on the recording.

Well alright, okay, you win

I'm in love with you

Well alright, okay, you win

Baby, what can I do?

The old man beamed as she sang it enthusiastically. During an instrumental break, she took her grandfather's hand, pulling him up into a standing position from the scooter, laughing. Bucky found himself smiling along with the pair as the old man shuffled his feet a little before waving her off and sitting back onto the scooter. It was obvious they had a special bond formed over the sharing of music the older man knew well. She sang several more songs for him, until she checked the time and begged off, telling him that she was going to her regular open mic night.

"When are you going to find a boyfriend that will make sure you get home okay?"

"Oh, Grandpa, they don't make them like you anymore. The good ones are already snapped up. I'll be fine."

Kissing him gently on the cheek, she picked up her phone and purse, leaving the patio. For a moment, Bucky thought of following her but by the time he could make it to the front of the building she would be gone. Instead, he sat there for a while, thinking about how much he enjoyed that impromptu concert.

The old man, still in the scooter, suddenly maneuvered over to the edge of the patio and looked directly at where Bucky was perched.

"Well, what did you think?" Bucky leaned back into the shadows. "Yeah, I'm talking to you there on the fire escape. Is my youngest granddaughter talented enough to make it in the music business?" The old man grinned. "I saw you sneaking up there. You're that Barnes fellow, aren't you?" Bucky stood up from where he sat on the fire escape ladder, coming into the light that spilled across the alley. "Yeah, it's you. Why don't you come on over? I've got some good bourbon, some Cuban cigars, and we can share stories about the good old days. I got air conditioning as well."

He gave Bucky the building address and apartment number then moved the scooter, disappearing into the apartment through a set of open doors. Indecision made the super soldier pause, as he considered the old man's offer. He could have jumped across to the patio but that could attract attention that he really didn't want. Instead, he went down the fire escape, jumping down from the bottom landing. It only took a couple of minutes to get to the entrance of the apartment building. He entered the apartment number on the intercom button, then heard the buzz of the door being unlocked and opened it. Taking the elevator, he went up to the sixth floor, turning towards the apartment, and hearing 1940s music playing through the door that had been left open.

Knocking as he opened it, he heard the old man's voice. "Come on in. Close the door behind you before the neighbours say I'm playing my music too loud."

Standing in the entryway he fidgeted a little until the sound of the mobility scooter brought the old man into view. He stopped, looked at Bucky from head to toe, then offered his hand.

"Sid Goldstein," he said. "I'm 103 years old, so I figure you and I might have something in common."

"Bucky," said the super soldier, shaking the old man's hand. "But I guess you know that already."

"You can take the gloves off," said Sid, "and the jacket. Wouldn't mind a peek at your fancy arm there but I knew enough veterans who were amputees that didn't like people staring."

Bucky removed his jacket and gloves, finding the cool air conditioning refreshing. Sid pointed to a glass of bourbon already poured for Bucky, then moved his scooter over to a humidor, opening it up and taking two cigars out.

"I bought a few cases of these in 1951. Saw the writing on the wall for Cuba, and figured if I wanted the best cigars I better secure my own supply. I'm down to the last dozen as I saved them for special occasions. Smoked Dominican cigars for everyday. Figure I can die after finishing the last Cuban one."

He offered one to Bucky, showing him how to cut the end, then watching and nodding as he did it. Flicking a Zippo lighter on, he inhaled several times before the tobacco caught on his, then offered the lighter to Bucky. As he blew out the smoke from his cigar he sighed, then positioned his scooter next to an armchair, gesturing to the super soldier to sit there. For several long minutes the two men puffed on their cigars and drank some bourbon.

"You're not from Brooklyn," said Bucky. "If you were in the music business in the 40s I might have seen you in the clubs."

"Queen's," replied Sid. "They wouldn't let me in the clubs until I was 21 which I reached in September of 1943. I was 4F, because I had a heart murmur." He smirked. "Yet here I am, 103 years old. I tried, damned if I didn't go to a bunch of recruiting offices but they wouldn't take me."

Bucky smiled. "Sounds like Steve Rogers. I know he tried at least 5 times. Don't know how many times I didn't find out about." He took another drag of the cigar. "Then he volunteered for that stupid super soldier experiment."

"Sure did the trick for him," smiled Sid. "You boys made a difference ... well, mostly."

They were quiet again.

"So, you played for Ella Fitzgerald?"

"Yup, trumpet. Played for Lena Horne, Billie Holiday, Doris Day, then Peggy Lee and several others in the 1950s and 60s. Loved playing for the women. Classy ladies, all of them."

"Your granddaughter has a good voice," said Bucky. "Sounded just like Ella Fitzgerald."

"Lia always loved listening to the records I was part of. Started singing along to them when she was a little girl. Been trying to get a recording contract or a part on Broadway. She's been at it since she graduated from Juilliard ten years ago." He shook his head. "I might be biased but I can't understand how the music industry can ignore her talent and yet promote some person who needs that auto tune to make their voices sound good. What do I know? I'm an old Jewish musician who disappointed his parents when I started playing jazz and disappointed them even more when I married a black woman." He glanced at Bucky. "She was my only wife. Minerva West. She could have been a great singer but once we got married in 1952 she couldn't travel with me and the band because of the race laws against mixed marriages in other states. So, she stayed home here to raise our family. She died some time ago. Love of my life."

"I'm sorry," said Bucky. "You were married a long time."

Sid nodded, taking a drag on his cigar, and sipping his bourbon thoughtfully.

"You ever marry?"

"No. Was too busy playing the field before the war, then ... I died." He shrugged. "Now, it's hard to find anything in common with most women."

"That's too bad. A good woman at your side is a blessing." Sid drank some of his bourbon. "Lia's single."

That remark lingered for some time, as both men continued smoking their cigars and drinking from their glasses.

"She mentioned something about an open mic night," said Bucky, finally.

"Yeah, there's a bar in DUMBO, Barney's," replied Sid. "They have late open mic night on Friday nights. She got some Juilliard friends to make her some instrumental tracks and sings to those. One of these nights the right person will be in the audience and her dream will come true."

They heard the sound of the door opening and a voice that was a little too sharp.

"Mr. Goldstein!"

He practically jumped out of his scooter.

"Shit, it's my nurse. Quick, take the cigars and the bourbon out to the patio. Save the cigars for another time."

Bucky grabbed the glasses with one hand, putting his cigar in his mouth, and Sid's cigar in his left hand. Heading out to the patio he drank his bourbon, then looked at Sid's, drinking it as well. Using his left hand, he pinched off the lit end of Sid's cigar, then his own. As he did so, he could hear the nurse speaking to Sid.

"Have you been smoking cigars?" she asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"No, I have a guest over but he was having one on the patio. Some of the smoke must have drifted inside."

"Mr. Goldstein, you know what the doctor said about the cigars."

"I know, one a week and I had one yesterday. Give me a break, Irene. I'm 103 years old."

"Well, I'm just making sure you stay as healthy as you can. I'm going to get your medications ready then help you into your pyjamas."

Bucky peeked through the window until she left then came in with the glasses and cigars.

"I figured I should finish your bourbon as well," he said, lifting up the empty glasses.

"Good thinking," answered Sid. "Just put them in the dishwasher."

"They're crystal."

The old man shrugged. "Irene will wash them. She always checks the dishwasher as I have a habit of putting the good crystal in it." He wheezed slightly as he chuckled. "Put my cigar in the other humidor. I'll have it tomorrow after the day nurse gets here. Keep yours for another time."

"So, she's here to put you to bed, huh?" asked Bucky, looking in the direction the nurse went.

"Pffft," muttered Sid. "It's not like I get to sleep before 3 am. Old habits. Out late, sleep in, except when the kids were little. Had to adjust for that. Couldn't let Minnie do it all on her own." He gestured to Bucky. "What I told you about the cigars and dying? Don't say anything to Lia about that." His mouth straightened into a grim line. "She doesn't like it when I talk about dying. It makes her sad. I just hope to live long enough to know she realized her dreams."

"Oh, this is your friend, Mr. Goldstein?" The nurse stood in the hallway with her hands on her hips, glaring at Bucky, especially when she noticed his left arm and hand. "You know the cigar smoke isn't good for his lungs."

Bucky glanced at the old man, who had a smug smile on his face.

"I do now, ma'am," he replied. "Although, if you ask me, a 103 year old man should be able to smoke whatever he wants, whenever he wants."

"Are you the one who brings him cannabis?" She shook her head disapprovingly, not waiting for Bucky's answer, then came forward. "Say goodnight, Mr. Goldstein. It's bedtime."

Sid's smile was still on his face when he offered his hand.

"It was good spending time with you, Bucky. Come see me again. We'll talk more about the old days."

"I'd like that," said Bucky, shaking the old man's hand. "I'll check out that bar you told me about."

The nurse, Irene, glared at him, until he waved at Sid, gathered his jacket and gloves, and went to the door. He could hear her complaining all the way to the elevator.

After the air conditioned comfort of Sid's apartment, the heat outside felt like hitting a wall. Looking up the address of Barney's, Bucky headed in that direction, getting there 15 minutes later. He could hear someone singing, poorly, as he approached, but with it being open mic night even the bad singers got a turn at the microphone. Stepping into the dark confines, he found a spot at the bar, ordered a double scotch neat and turned towards the space, looking for Lia. He saw her, sitting with another woman near the stage, both of them sipping drinks with lots of ice. She was generous in her manner, listening to the bad singer, and when that woman was done, she stood up clapping her hands, then offered an encouraging word to her. It made her seem even more beautiful than he thought she already was.

After two more average singers, Lia's turn came up. A buzz of anticipation became audible when she was announced indicating that she was a favourite of the bar regulars. As she stood, waiting for her music cue to start, she looked around smiling at everyone, making eye contact with those closest to her. Then the music to As Time Goes By started and Bucky found himself transported back in time. Not to when he first heard it sung on the radio by Rudy Vallée in the early 1930s but how it was when he saw Casablanca and it was sung by Dooley Wilson. She literally had the audience in the palm of her hand and when she finished, there was a heartbeat of silence before the place erupted in applause and whistles.

"Sing another!" yelled someone in the bar, and the sound technician started the introduction to Blues in the Night.

It was one thing watching her sing along with Ella Fitzgerald's rendition to her grandfather on the patio. It was another thing entirely seeing her sing it to an audience. She commanded it, and made it her own, as the music went out through the doors and into the night, bringing in others to see the woman that belonged to this incredible voice. There were calls of "more" and "bravo" and she was given time for one more song. Lia waited for everyone to settle down.

"If you don't already know, my grandfather, Sid Goldstein, was a big band trumpet player from the 1940s to the 1960s. He played for some incredible women singers, like Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Doris Day, and Peggy Lee just to name a few. My love for these older songs came from him. My grandmother, Minerva West, could have been famous like them but being a black woman married to a Jewish man didn't go over too well in some parts of the country during the 1950s and 1960s. They could have been arrested. So when, my oldest uncle was born, she made the decision to leave the music business, stay in New York and raise their kids. They managed, until she died of an aneurysm in 1968. Grandpa, being the good man that he was and still is, quit playing then, went into his family's business, and got busy raising the four kids they had together. He never remarried. This next song is for him."

Bucky felt his face go hot. Sid said Minerva died some time ago. He assumed it was just in the last few years and commented about them having a long marriage. Sid didn't contradict him. Then the music for I'll Never Smile Again, a Frank Sinatra tune, when he was with the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, began. Bucky found himself torn between hating a Sinatra song (because the guy was a real punk back when only the Bobby-soxers loved him) and allowing himself to feel the pain and the heartbreak that this song represented for Sid. His own heart almost broke at how Lia sang it, reinforcing just how close that old man and his granddaughter were. The standing ovation that she deserved lasted some time.

She stayed to watch two more singers then made the decision to leave. Bucky paid his tab and followed her, keeping her in his sights as he made sure she got home okay. His old self would have caught up to her, making some suave comment that would have swayed most women. But times were different, women were more suspicious of how guys approached them, with good reason. If he wanted to meet her, it was going to be with Sid's help.

The next morning he showed up at Sid's apartment, with a bag of bagels, cream cheese, lox, red onions and capers from a deli he liked. He waited until Irene left and before the day nurse arrived. Sid let him in right away, then watched with anticipation as Bucky unpacked the paper bag, taking the small containers with the fixings out and putting them on the table.

"Now, that's breakfast," said Sid, appreciatively. "Plates are in the cupboard nearest the sink and cutlery right below it. Irene started some coffee up. It's decaf but drinkable."

Bucky looked at the oatmeal and cut up fruit that were on the counter. "What about the breakfast she made for you already?"

"Keep the fruit, throw out the oatmeal," growled Sid. "Now get in here."

Smiling at the grumpy old man, Bucky returned with some plates and cutlery, then returned to the kitchen, coming back with coffee. He had to go back once more for sugar and milk for Sid, then finally the two men got down to business.

"I went to see Lia perform," said the super soldier. "She's good. The crowd loved her. People even came in from outside when they heard her voice."

"That's my girl," answered Sid, as he lathered on a thick layer of cream cheese, topped it with lox and the other fixings. He took a huge bite out of it, obviously enjoying it, as he spoke before he finished eating. "Can't get enough of this."

"Close your mouth, old man. You're getting crumbs on my food."

"Who you calling an old man? You're older than me, right?"

"Then listen to your elders."

Both men chuckled like little boys. It was like being young in Brooklyn again for Bucky, as the two men traded insults that would have been seen as endearments in their childhood and youth. They were each into their second bagel when they heard the door opening and a woman appeared. Although she didn't seem as irritated as Irene was the night before, she looked every bit the disapproving mother she probably was.

"Morning Cheryl!" exclaimed Sid. "This is my friend, Bucky. He brought me breakfast."

"You're going to get me in trouble, Sid," she sighed as she approached the pair. "But it does look good."

He beamed at Bucky. "Cheryl here is a real peach. You want to join us?"

"I already ate," she answered bluntly, then sighed again. "Just take the garbage with you so I don't get reported. I'm guessing you want a cigar after."

"Well, I do have a partially smoked one I could finish so it won't be a full one," he said, winking at her. "Irene was early last night."

She looked at Bucky. "How did you get involved with this senior delinquent?"

"I heard his granddaughter singing on the patio and kind of climbed a building to listen. He invited me in after. We have similar tastes in music."

"Uh huh, just what I need. Two senior citizens up to no good. He can finish his cigar but no more after that. At least you're not the "friend" that brings him weed." She shook her head, then looked at her watch. "I'm going to change your sheets and do your laundry, Sid. You got anything to add to it?"

"Nope, it's all in there." He bit into the bagel, rolling his eyes at the taste, then looked at Bucky. "So, why are you really here? We've only known each other for hours and you bring me a good Jewish breakfast." He waggled his finger. "You want something."

"I want to meet Lia, properly," said Bucky. "I want you to introduce us."

Sid looked intently at the super soldier. "What, you can't meet girls on your own?"

"I'm not that guy anymore," he replied, then he returned the old man's serious gaze. "You're the one who told me she's single. Did you have a reason to tell me that?"

The old man looked at Bucky for some time then backed up his scooter, and went over to a bookcase, pulling a photo album out, then bringing it to the table. Flipping it open, he searched for the right picture then showed it to Bucky. It showed Sid and a beautiful black woman on what he assumed was their wedding day, as they fed each other a piece of cake. Other pictures from the luncheon showed a who's who of singers and musicians that Bucky recognized.

"Other than the music we had nothin' in common. I was a Jewish boy from Queens that didn't want the life that my parents had, with a marriage arranged by a matchmaker. It was a good marriage but there was no passion in it. It was a duty, marry, continue in the family business, have a family, make sure they did better in life. My parents were concerned because I wanted to be a jazz musician, and almost disowned me when I married Minnie. She was something else. She was from Savannah, Georgia. Her voice could melt butter and she made me feel like I was the best man in the world. We knew it would be difficult being married but I couldn't stand the thought of her with any other man and she felt the same way about me and any other woman."

He went silent as he gently touched the part of the picture that had her in it.

"Lia sang I'll Never Smile Again," said Bucky. "She said her grandmother died in 1968."

Sid nodded his head slightly. "One minute we were laughing and talking about the tour I had been on and the next minute she was gone. Just like that. 16 years of marriage and I had been home for maybe half of it because I was on the road so much. I quit the business, my father gave me a job and I raised our kids myself. They're good kids and they all went to college, found the right one to marry and had their own families. But none of them were interested in music and I thought the music wouldn't ever come back into my life. Then Lia was born." A fond smile appeared on his face. "She heard me listening to a record that I performed on with Ella Fitzgerald. Who is that Grandpa? She sings real good. Then she started singin' along with it, perfect pitch in a 7 year old. It was like listening to Minnie sing." His eyes refocused as he came back from his little trip down memory lane. "I want her to meet a good man who won't hold her back."

"You know my background," murmured Bucky. "You know what I did."

"I know you went through a hell that no man should have ever gone through." He put his hand on Bucky's left hand. "But you came through it and instead of folding, you played with the hand you were dealt, and you're still in the game. She needs a good man to keep her safe and to be her anchor. I think you're that man."

"How do you I know I'll treat her right?" asked the super soldier. "You and I have only known each other for a few hours."

"Even in the short time we've known each other, I've found a friend who remembers what it was like back in the day. You grew up when blacks and whites didn't mix, yet the history books talk about you going to the clubs in Harlem for the music, and your unit, those Howling Commandos, had a black man in it. You were integrated before Truman ever made the decision. They all say that Sam Wilson is your best friend."

"Gabe Jones was a good man and I just liked the music no matter where I found it." Bucky grinned mischievously. "As for Sam, well, the man can't even buy a friend."

Sid chuckled, then picked up his bagel, finishing it off. When he finished eating he looked at Bucky with fondness.

"So, I'll introduce you and then you're on your own. She's got a mind of her own, just like her grandmother. But she's worth it, if you're willing to work for it."

"I'll remember that, Sid."

When they were finished breakfast, Bucky cleaned up the breakfast dishes, even though Cheryl came out to say she could do it. He put the few leftovers back in the paper bag, planning to take them home with him, so that Sid and Cheryl didn't get in trouble with Irene. Then he joined the old man on the patio, under the large umbrella as it was too sunny otherwise. Sid had his cell phone with him and peered at the music app, bringing up a jazz playlist featuring trumpeters. As it played, he lit his cigar, then offered the lighter to Bucky who pulled his half-finished cigar out of his pocket.

The two men were still there talking when Lia arrived for lunch, recognizing Bucky as soon as she saw him. She was impressed with the handsome man when he stood up as her grandfather introduced him. She was even more impressed when he gave her his seat and brought another over for himself, then told her how the sound of her night music drew him to climb the fire escape on the building opposite so he could put a face to the voice that called to him. It was probably the most original pickup line she had ever heard. When Sid winked, she knew then that her grandfather had no objection, and she asked Bucky if he liked to dance. His incredible smile told her everything she needed to know.

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name(s) - Tubbo , Ram , Beloved , Toby , Doe , Fox , Tango , Faren , Pan , Faun , Bee , Clay , Dawn , Loaf , Moth , Luna , Eclipse , Stella , Flora , Buzz , Bug , Spyder , Flora , Forge , Garnet , Granite , Grayson , Harper , Hazel , Hero , Holly , hopper , iris , ivy , jade , jett , juniper , lapis , laurel , lilac , lily , magnolia , maple , marigold , mason , meadow , miner , mira , moss , nova , oak , onyx , opal , pearl , pebble , poppy , prairie , pyre , quill , red , reed , river , rocky , rose , rowan.

pronouns - he / ram / horn / headbutt / bzz / bee / book / write / explo / toxic / nuke / buzz / dawn / presi / civil / baa / fawn / flor / flower / petal / a / axe / adventurer / axe / birch / blaze / block / build / bun / cake / chest / clay / cobble / cow / craft / dark / dig / disc / end / eye / fight / flint / forge / fox / ghast / glow / goat / heal / hive / hx / hxm / hy / hym / ice / lava / love / mob / oak / ocean / ore / pearl / pick / pig / play / ram / sea / sapling / sheep / shx / hxr / shy / hyr / skele / skeleton / slime / smelt / smp / snow / stone / survivor / sword / teleport / thxy / thxm / thy / thym / tnt / tnt / tor / torch / tree / ve / vex / vwoop / warrior / water / wood / xp / xp. 

gender(s) - Boy(?) , UuuuuuuuhhhhMasc , SomethingMasc , Genderwhat , dimedowic , floraine , sheepcoric , sheeptransmasculine , starlemonic , tailic , fleecygender , maskgender , RAAAHHemotionic , Forestpicnicmulviboard , Beemoviescriptic , Cakehoneybeena , Sunnysummermulviboard , mossygoatgender , softpancakic , groggymorninggender , stargrapegender , arienfernian , hornjewelryaesic , goatgender , ramgender , goatplushic , starryapplegender.

orientations - bisexual , ambiamorous.

role(s) - caregiver , caretaker , soother , hygienist , body caretaker , taskdoer.

species - humany goaty thing.

source(s) - c!tubbo , DSMP.

emoji(s) - 🐝 , 🍯 , 🌻 , 🌼 , 🐐 , 🐏 , 🐑 , 🌿 , 🌱.

likes - bees and other bugs , friends , the color green , flowers , drawing , sourcemates , goats and sheep , animals and pets.

dislikes - being alone , people being hurt , rude people , fireworks , loudness.

front triggers - Sourcemates , friends , other source media, goats/rams , bees , explosives , fireworks , the system being threatened , being alone , the body needing care.

personality description - a rather hyperactive part , very energetic and interactive with friend and people bee likes to be around. he prefers to be near people rather than alone, and goes along with most things asked of him unless he outwardly has an issue with it. he enjoys making things like friendship bracelets from time to time.

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agere penelope headcanons !!

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— requested by anon —

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🪡 - penelope is a flip with a caregiver lean! tbh I tend to just write her as a caregiver, but I think she could absolutely regress and benefit from it after twenty years of running a kingdom alone and dealing with the suitors. she does, however, push it down to take care of others, like odysseus and telemachus, because she puts a lot of value in being a wife and a mother and it’s hard to remember that she was once a little girl too and that her identity isn’t just wife and mom, it’s penelope too. in a warrior au (where penelope goes to war instead of odysseus), she would likely be the same caregiver lean for similar reasons, unlike odysseus who is either just a regressor or a flip with a regressor lean.

🕸️ - as a caregiver, she’s gentle but firm. she learned very early on with telemachus that children respond well to being treated like humans so that’s what she does. she’s witty and snarky and all the things that charmed those around her, she just tones it down and makes it age appropriate. she’s a very fun caregiver, but she doesn’t allow for nonsense and her littles respect her too much to not listen to her (for the most part, anyways).

🪡 - as a regressor, however, she is an absolute menace. penelope dealt with a lot of grief from her parents, her father in particular, about how she’ll learn how much of a terror she was when she has a child like her. telemachus, of course, proved that she’d love the wild child she used to be but that hurt wasn’t fully healed until she could regress and be as annoying and loud and unladylike as she wanted without her caregiver calling her out on it. it’s especially meaningful when it’s odysseus caring for her because it was mostly her father whom had issues with her behavior, and penelope develops a strong fear of men because of the suitors so having a male caregiver that doesn’t punish or hurt her does so much for her confidence and comfortability.

🕸️ - she loves to sing songs to her littles— lullabies to help them sleep, happy songs to get the wiggles out, or anything else that they could dance to because she does really love music. the siren odysseus faced was partly so convincing because of her song and how it mirrored penelope’s, enrapturing her audience. even the most energetic little will sit down, attention snared, when she sings.

🪡 - when she’s small, penelope really loves the water. she loves swimming and splashing around. she’s a naturally good swimmer because of her sea nymph heritage and there’s a part of her that feels most at home in the water— which is why she loves ithaca so much. she can’t breathe underwater but she does have the ability to hold her breath for a really long time, something she loves to abuse when small to scare the daylights out of her caregivers.

🕸️ - for a long time, she was hidden away in her room, like a princess locked in a tower. she lost a lot of time, both of her own life and of the lives of those she loves. she missed out on a lot of telemachus’ childhood, trying desperately to hold on to her own grief and keep a handle on the kingdom (and later, the suitors) and she missed out on her youth and the joys she could’ve had with odysseus. caregiving, and regressing when she allows herself that moment of vulnerability, is a small taste of what could’ve been and it does a lot to heal the years of trauma that she’s had to endure alone.

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Too much angst everywhere, need more cute content. Wenclair fluff with Baby Wednesday ❤️

Wednesday giggled brightly as Enid made another silly face, this time poking her tongue out and crossing her eyes which was always a guarantee to make the tiny seer laugh. Along with the silly faces, Enid was bouncing Wednesday on her knee, which got the girl giggling even more. The silly game between them was going for a long while as they waited for dinner to be prepared.

Eventually, a short haired siren walked out into the living room from the kitchen and leans against the wall as she smiled widely at the sight. “You two are beyond adorable,” Bianca spoke, alerting the caregiver and little to her presence, “Dinner’s ready! Yoko and ‘Vina are getting it on the table. Join us whenever you finish here.”

Wednesday pouted a little at the end of the game, but smiled again as she remembered that she was getting her favorite for dinner and was quickly happy again. Enid picked her up and carried her to the bathroom to quickly wash her hands and then she carried Wednesday to the table, setting the little into her high chair right next to the blonde’s seat. She then secured a bib over Wednesday’s raven onesie before locking the little table onto the high chair. Wednesday waited patiently for her plate of food and immediately dug in, not minding the others who hadn’t all gotten their food yet.

Enid, Bianca, Yoko, and Divina all chatted while they ate, with Wednesday occasionally inserting her thoughts on the conversation with incoherent babbles. It doesn’t take long for Wednesday to finish her plate of food and she immediately reaches her arms out to Enid, clapping her hands together twice before making grabby hands at her mama, asking to be held in the blonde’s lap. Enid giggles at her baby’s adorable antics while the others all coo as Enid obliges Wednesday’s request.

Wednesday sits content and happy on her mama’s lap for a few minutes, slowly getting sleepy from all the excitement and then her full tummy, but then she sits up as she realizes she’s missing something. Enid notices the tiny seer tense up and asks her what’s wrong. “Mama… Wittle Waven! Forgot her on the couch mama!” Wednesday exclaims, leaning forward as much as she could, trying to see her raven plushie/best friend, but ultimately can’t see her. The shortest girl is about to stand up from her mama’s lap before the wolf holds her tighter.

Wednesday is about to protest against her mama when Auntie Divina stands up and gently says, “Don’t worry, sweetie! I’ll get Little Raven, you stay with Mama, okay?” Wednesday nods reluctantly, but trusts her Auntie ‘Vina to rescue Little Raven. It doesn’t even take a full minute before the tallest siren returns with the haunted plushie in hand, placing her into Wednesday’s outstretched hands. The tiny seer gives Divina a big thank you and hugs her before hugging Little Raven extra tight as an apology for forgetting her, though Little Raven forgives her right away.

Now, with Little Raven held tight in her arms, and some of Wednesday’s favorite people in the whole world surrounding her, the girl curls up on her mama’s lap and quickly falls asleep in her embrace. The other women all take plenty of pictures of the absolutely adorable sight before hugging Enid and saying their goodbyes.

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Would you mind writing a little reader who regresses to an extra tiny headspace with caregiver Bucky 🥺👉👈

yessssss ohh how i wish i could have buggy around while im in babyspace >.< ❤️ 114 words

you squirmed in the bed; you couldn't do much else. not that you'd even want to. what could be nicer than rolling around on the big soft mattress, stretching out your fingers and grasping at all the different textures you could find. plush farm animals, a big crochet blanket, a quilt bucky had owned since he was a little one himself. bucky….. your bubba… just the thought of him in your fuzzy little baby brain brought a smile to your face, your giggle was like a siren call to the man in question. "is that my little baby laughing in there?" he peeked his head around the corner. "baaaa…" you reached up at him.

you're invited to my tea party!

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ORIGINAL CHARACTERS starter call! mutuals reply to this post with one of the following characters and i will write us a small starter! probably a paragraph or so. multis, please specify your muse too!

ainsley summers - oc based off the "girl you think is a mean girl but is actually a girls girl" tiktoks by ansley

bobbi dougherty - oc based in the apocalypse, a fully lone survivor living in the chihuahuan desert of west texas

geraldine moffatt - us senator oc, super gay and proud of it, striving for a safer country for all lgbtq+, minorities and women

jolene taylor - a product of the system, struggling alcoholic and older sister/mom to cassie taylor

mateo perez - big golden retriever energy private investigator

river fields - a siren oc who is not a normal siren, no killing involved just thrives and survives on the love and adoration of the public, the worlds biggest pop star

vanya liao - vigilante oc, creator of the angels of death vigilante organization, bringing justice to all the terrible people in new york

walter brady - police commissioner oc, big dad/grandpa vibes

wren beliveau - struggling artist, just wants to be recognized for her talent in realism portraits and landscapes, barista at a cafe

veronica sterling - a gta v online inspired oc, big time criminal

teeny bradbury - a stranger things oc, lesbian who saw the demodogs but was not believed, joined the mall crew in season 3

adelaine collins - the society based oc, full time caregiver to her mother who was diagnosed with ALS, fully anxious over being separated from her mom in some alternate universe of west ham

charlotte jackson - walking dead oc, total cinnamon roll and younger sister of carol peletier, originally a woodbury resident, reunited with carol after twenty years at the prison

hannah booker - walking dead oc, hbic vibes, secretly insecure but only her girlfriend sophia gets to see that side

emeline barnes - twilight oc, friend of the cullens, detective who feasts on the criminals she's meant to catch, has the ability to read others darkest thoughts and know if they've acted on it

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Vivienne and Katherine for the language ask 2, 8, 10, 19, 33

Thanks bestie!!

OC Language & Vernacular Questions

2. Does your OC use any expressions or slang terms that are unique to the area in which they grew up, or a specific community of which they were once a member?

Vivienne: Definitely not. She hides where she's from very well, with barely any definable accent or regional terms to give her away - whether that's intentional or just habit isn't clear, but nobody can tell where it's from by its voice. However, it does tend to use a lot of sailing terms and vernacular, so it's clear she was a sailor at one point (and beyond simply following the ships as a siren)

Katherine: Oh, absolutely! She's got a very obvious Southern accent, and she tends to drop in throwaway "y'all"s and other terms that give her away. She doesn't quite have any of the earmarks of a particular region of the South (like "y'uns" indicating East Tennessee specifically), but anyone could tell that she's from the South.

8. Did your OC's parents or other caregivers use any specific terms of endearment for them as a child? Do (or would) they use similar terms for their own children?

Vivienne: Honestly, I'm not sure for this one! Vivienne tends to keep its past locked up tight - she'll barely share about her first husband, let alone of events before that, so she's almost never spoken about her childhood.

Katherine: Her mother used to call her Katydid! She still tends to use it sometimes when she's talking to herself (like when she's trying to focus or self-motivate for a difficult task)

10. Does your OC often punctuate their speech with filler sounds, such as "um" or "er"? Or words such as "like" or "you know"?

Vivienne: Very rarely. Her time period isn't exactly known for its filler words, for one, and it's a storyteller at that. It knows exactly how to weave its words and control its speech.

Katherine: Definitely. She tends to be a little anxious around other people - not extremely so, but enough that she tends to stammer or use filler words from time to time.

19. To what degree does your OC amend their language and/or tone when speaking to children (or in front of them).

Vivienne: It's very rare that it's around children to begin with, and the children that she would be around (like the children of sailors, or the captain's grandson as we see in the movie) have probably already heard worse. She's happy to entertain a child with a tall tale or bedtime story, but she won't police her language in front of them.

Katherine: She does amend her language, though she's not an extremely vulgar person to begin with so there's not much amending that needs to be done in the first place. She's generally pretty good at speaking to kids.

33. How long are the sentences your OC usually uses in conversation? Do they tend to communicate in brief, or even terse, pieces of dialogue? Or are they prone to flowery language - or even outright verbosity?

Vivienne: A bit of both. She's fond of using that verbose, flowery language for dramatic effect, to tease her husband, or to regale the crew with a story. However, there are a lot of times on the ocean that require quick, simple communication, and Vivienne knows not to mince words then.

Katherine: Average length, I'd say? She doesn't have any particular patterns to the lengths of her sentences, she just tends to speak with a fairly casual rhythm.