#telling him it's okay to have feelings and that it makes him human and it's okay to be sad and he can feel like sh*t and that's fine

[jaggedamethyst]

not in that way (part one)

bucky barnes x fwb!reader

content: steve rogers is your best friend, which means that inherently bucky should be yours too. somewhere along the way, it became more than that for you. for bucky, it's just tolerance. he likes you, but not like that. not in that way.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, protected sex (yeah wrap that up), rough, choking, fwb, mean bucky, mutual pining, not proofread

notes: thank you guys for the support on the snippet as well as for waiting for me as i got this done! i just finished finals so i plan on locking in on this one and circuit breaker bc i cannot stop thinking about them.

ps. i swear bucky and reader are friends, just had to hit the angst and give some background but there will be cute moments along with smut probably every chapter...I'm hoeing out.

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“Steve?” You called out to him, steps pounding behind you as you hurriedly moved toward his pinged location. “Steve, oh my god.” Your voice trailed off, shock evident. 

People brushed by you and pushed toward Steve’s figure on the ground. You’d never seen him like this. Sure, Steve Rogers was a super soldier and the most physically strong man you knew—but this was different. Mentally, he seemed destroyed. 

He called your phone, short of breath and muttering for help. It immediately sent you into action. You were normal—the most civilian anyone could be. There was no other option but to call someone, plead with them to find and help your friend. He’d been washed up on the shore, lying in the dirt and clearly out of it. 

You watched him get worked on, staring into the distance. 

“What happened?” You kneeled next to him,  “Who did this?” 

Steve turned to you, eyes glossed over in disbelief. “Bucky.” He shook his head, “It was Bucky.” He kept repeating it to himself, attempting to convince his own mind that it was true. “It was him. It was Bucky. He was here.” 

“I don’t understand,” you grasped his shoulder. “I thought he was gone—you saw.” You gulped, searching his face for any hesitance. “You said he fell, that he-“

“It was him.” 

“Okay.” You nodded, “Okay, I believe you. He was here.” 

It was true. The man you’d heard so many stories about had returned. He wasn’t like the anecdotes Steve recalled; this Bucky was darker, more quiet, resigned. 

He was an observer. You often caught him staring at you, eyes lingering between your figure and Steve’s. Bucky would always stand, tucked into a corner. He didn’t feel deserving of the warmth Steve offered—the humanity that remained present in you. There were times, then, that you would offer a welcoming hand. A slight wave of motion offered him a seat, acknowledging that he did deserve to be there. He felt human with you. 

That’s what initially drew Bucky to you and inevitably why you became friends, too. There was a way that you loved everyone, insisted on not leaving them out and nourished their insides. 

The hurt came when he realized it would never be that way for him.

You could never love him, not a monster. Not when the shining emblem of a perfect man sat beside you every day. Steve had so much time with you—he was your best friend. Bucky couldn’t replace him, not if he tried. So he always kept you at arms length, hoping to be more than friends but settling for something less. 

The first time it happened, when Bucky had been so lucky to have a moment with you—he swore that he was dreaming. He never gave you a reason to like him, in fact, it was the opposite. He’d gone out of his way every day to push you further from him, make it known that he’d never be as good as Steve. 

He could tell you saw something different; he hated it. 

The three of you had tried small talk often, Steve facilitating some sort of discussion to break the ice. It almost always ended with you and Bucky exactly where you started, friends who were forced to be so because of a mutual one.

“Well, I’m headed out—you two should talk.”

“Steve, no-“ 

“Buck, you two are my favorite people in the world. I would love it if you gave this a chance.” Steve patted his friend’s shoulder, “For me. Please.” 

Bucky turned to look at Steve, a solid expression on his face. He didn’t speak, just gave him a small nod and let Steve step around him and out of your place. 

It was common that Steve would find solace in your home. It was far from the city, neatly tucked away in a residential area. There was a sense of normalcy and he was proud to introduce that to Bucky—he needed that, deserved it after everything. 

The room was silent, violently so. You sat across from Bucky—him lingering in your peripheral and you nestled softly into your couch. He didn’t move, standing still near a wall which offered him the sight of every possible window and exit. 

“Do you wanna sit?” 

You watched his body for any reaction, dissatisfied when there was none. It was awkward, him avoiding eye contact and you not sure of what else to say. 

You sighed, “I’ll be back.” You announced your departure, not that it mattered to him. 

You beelined to the bathroom, desperately needing to escape him. He was always like this, closed off and so obviously annoyed by your presence. Splashing your face with water did little to temper you and your body seemed to overheat at the thought of having to see him again. 

You didn’t let yourself think—couldn’t. You stepped out and kept your head down before looking toward Bucky’s signature spot on the wall. He wasn’t there. 

You tilted your head down, seeing Bucky now sitting on the couch, two cushions away from where you’d been prior. He watched you smile softly, moving to sit in your spot.

Bucky made a habit of keeping his hands in his lap. He would sit stoically at all times. It was the same now. 

He avoided eye contact but muttered, “Hi.” 

Your breath hitched, surprised he’d started conversation. Keeping your tone even so as not to overwhelm him, you replied, “Hi, Bucky.” 

The both of you nodded, letting the weight of your forced proximity surround you. As much as he tried, he couldn’t ignore you. The faint smell of your hair products, the way you tapped your own leg rhythmically, how nervous you were—he noticed it all. 

“Do you, um,” you swallowed. “Do you want something to drink, maybe?” 

It’d been over a year since Bucky showed up. You, of course, shared small talk with him in that time. He’d grown to know the story of you and Steve—how you met. It would suffice to say that Bucky grew to be an acquaintance of yours—a long lost friend of a friend…one that would never truly like you. Accepting that was hard; you wanted Bucky to be comfortable at the very least. If not like you, he would at bare minimum be able to sit down for once. 

So today was a win. 

Bucky didn’t reply to your question but instead asked his own, “How was Steve? Without me, I mean?” 

His voice was gruff, and you hadn’t expected that question, let alone more than a single syllable from him. 

“Well,” you readjusted to face Bucky, “He’s always the most positive guy in the room—which I’m sure you know.”

Bucky let a smirk slip, recounting the optimism his friend had at all times. 

“He’s better than me that way, than a lot of us.” 

“I don’t think that’s true. He’s just Steve, you know that.” 

He didn’t know that. Bucky was living in his body but observing from outside his own mind. He was witnessing his friend after so much time had escaped him. Everything he thought was true wasn’t anymore. 

He wanted to get to know you, offer you the same grace that was given to him. But he couldn’t. Before it even begun Bucky was overwhelmed. He pushed himself to be kinder, to do this for Steve. It was simply futile. 

He stood suddenly and looked down at you, “I should go.” 

“Okay,” you stood, nodding. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.” 

He hummed, rolling his shoulders back and tightening his posture again. He didn’t respond. 

“I’ll tell Steve you tried today,” you whispered to him. “I know he’ll appreciate it. I do.” 

The tension was palpable. Your eyes stayed locked on each other until you heard a sound and looked down. The mechanical whirring of his metal arm was clear, only slightly suppressed by the gloves he always wore. He watched you noticing his hand twitch as if he wanted to move it. There was a restraint there, like he was pushing down something that was second nature. As if he meant to do something that he’d always done. 

You swallowed hard enough to hear it in your ears. Looking at Bucky, you arched your brow in a subtle defiance—daring him to do what he intended. You wanted to know him and his habits, to understand even a modicum of what was in his brain. 

Without thinking a second more, he let his left arm lift a bit. He reached toward your face but paused at you flinching, leaning away from him. 

Just barely audible, you spoke, “Sorry.” 

Bucky blinked and furrowed his brows, unable to stop himself. He let his fingers wrap around your face, a single hand pressing just under your chin and at the top of your throat. Slightly wide eyed, you watched him watching you. Most of his hand rested on your cheek, his thumb pressing into the other side of your face. 

Despite no longer being the Winter Soldier, his habits lingered. When in that state he remembered being like this so vividly—a hand around someone’s throat and crushing the life out of them. He hissed at the thought, not at all intending for that with you. He craned your head, though, observing the quizzical look on your face. 

It didn’t make sense to him, the need to maintain this routine. But he did. Beyond the haze of what was once his signature way of taking life—he saw a new one. Bucky could envision his future so clearly, yet he couldn’t let himself have it. 

He went to drop his hand but stopped at the feeling of yours on his wrist. It was inexplicable. Glove or not, you craved the contact from him. 

The room stayed silent except for the slight creak of the floorboards beneath you. While Bucky stayed steady, you teetered on the balls of your feet—this moment feeling fleeting. 

He inched forward, watching your eyes fall closed. 

Your lips were right there, the ones he’d openly been ogling at for months. It was torture, but all he knew. He couldn't allow himself the satisfaction of the feeling. He wasn’t deserving. 

Instead, he latched onto your neck. Bucky kissed and nibbled there with an urgency you hadn’t expected—hell, you didn’t even think today would’ve progressed to this at all. 

The feeling of him on you was intoxicating, and it was so minuscule. His hands were all over you, and yours on him. Your breath came out ragged, “We shouldn’t.” 

“You’re right.” He paused on your neck briefly, directly in your ear now. “We shouldn’t.” 

“We’re friends.” You nodded, letting your hands trail up his back and into his hair. 

“Are we?”

You weren’t sure. It was complicated. You couldn’t let yourself think about that now and neither could he. 

He pushed you down onto the couch and stood above you, allowing you to finally look him over. He was casually in jeans and a t-shirt, the rest of his body entirely covered. The only skin that showed besides his face was just below at his neck. Around it lied his dog tags that he was so adamant about wearing. The glint of them always caught your eye and alerted you of his presence. Even when he showed up silent, you’d see him and those damn tags. Just always out of your eyeline but in the room—that was who Bucky had always been. In his stoicism he was still consistently there.

Watching Bucky undo his pants already had you eager for him, too. There was always something there for you, an intrigue simply at the way he carried himself. You stayed seated, leaning back a bit in an attempt to slide down your sweatpants. Both of you watched the other discarding the bottom half of their clothes with little thought, tossing them aside. 

He leaned, then, ruffling into his dark jacket’s interior. 

“I got it,” he mumbled, ripping into the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slid the latex over himself just before pushing the jacket off his back. 

He kneeled into the couch, the angle awkward but enough that he was able to slide into you like he wanted. It was tight—rough. You expected the burn but still sucked in a breath at it, the lack of prep. Bucky didn’t mean to make it this way but just wanted it to be over—the insatiable need to pump in and out of you. Only you.

Slowly and deliberately he continued to kiss around your neck, collarbone, and ears. He snapped into you, purposely moving at a speed that allowed him to chase a high rather than savor the moment with you. He wanted to, truly…to acknowledge the way you looked up at him. It was his dream to let the sounds of you falling apart actually hit his ears and mean something—but he couldn’t. 

The couch creaked and rocked. You were now slightly bent into the back of the cushions, your chest moving up and down alongside Bucky’s. He pulled back, stabilizing himself behind you. The new angle allowed you to see his dog tags again, them hitting you with every movement into you. Without thinking you grabbed them, hooking them under one of your fingers. 

He finally allowed himself some relief, his voice dragging out the moans he’d himself been holding in. “Fuck...” 

You watched him intently, pulling him closer by the chain on his neck. He shifted his angle a bit at that and watched your jaw drop open. Your brows furrowed, whines choking out of you at the new sensation. It made you let go of his tags, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. This made him pound into you faster—realizing a tether of intimacy was gone. 

He was subconsciously glad for that, happy that he could pinpoint and force that sweet look in your eyes away. There was no longer an adoration in your gaze but simply one of pleasure. This was for the best. He could appreciate you from a distance despite the line of friendship being crossed so carelessly now. 

“Shit,” you groaned out suddenly. “Buck-“ 

He hushed you softly, quelling the harsh sound in your throat. It only spurred him on though, truly ruthless about this. He only slowed at the feeling of your fingers gliding over his face, pushing the stray piece of hair out of view. His pace stuttered, faltering as he really looked at you. 

A second later, he started in on you again. A clothed hand found its way into your shirt and pinched at your nipples. His grip was rough, kneading your chest. You were already so close; every additional sensation only pushing you further.

You met him suddenly, writhing into him and filling the living room with lewd slapping sounds. 

Bucky huffed breaths out at every push into you. You fought a squeak, pressing your own hand over your mouth. You gnawed at it as it allowed some relief from the burning inside of you. He was hitting that same spongey spot over and over. He was so good at picking up on the subtle changes in your face and body. 

Without warning he slipped out and nudged you, “Turn.” 

You did without questioning, a firm covered hand rubbing at the skin of your hips. Regardless of his gloves, you felt the difference in his hands—the slight shift of metal in one versus the pulse in the other. There was a contrast you enjoyed, a chill about his metal arm that grounded you. 

A knee pushed your legs open as he slid into you again, this time using you as leverage. Bucky pushed you down slowly, this side of your head finding the cushion. This angle was new, deeper. It wouldn’t be much longer at this point and he could tell. One hand slipped underneath you and up to your neck again, squeezing just enough for you to appreciate the loss of breath. In between gasps you nudged further into the couch, the sensation becoming too much for you. 

He couldn’t stop when you came, relishing the way your insides continued to pulse. It was as if he was meant to stay; his one true purpose was to be completely enveloped by you. When he finished a strained sound choked in his throat, one that you hadn’t expected. 

You were throbbing still, a cold feeling finally making you realize he pulled away. The feeling of him on you had gone away so quick. The sound of a different metal clanked—his belt buckle bouncing around as he slid his pants back on. 

“Should we…should I tell Steve about this?” 

Your question was sudden, but was filled with a weight that scared him. You didn’t want to be too forward—but it was only right. Steve was now caught in the middle of something complicated. Even if this was the first and only time…you weren’t sure you could keep this from him. 

Bucky thought differently. 

“Why would you wanna tell him?” 

“Because it’s-“ 

“Leave him out of this.”  

Bucky readjusted his clothes, smoothing them over as they’d been before. You watched him inch his way to the door—his back toward you. 

You ignored the pang in your chest, the confusion that now resonated in you. Pushing it away, you settled on changing the subject. “Steve wanted to do something tomorrow, you coming?” 

He didn’t turn as he grabbed the doorknob, merely craned his head to the side. You watched his profile for any sense of something but again he was so unreadable for you. 

“I’ll be there.” 

Then he left. 

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better than this | d. winchester

synopsis. dean notices how close you’ve stuck by him ever since you’ve decided not to kill cass tags. 0.9k words, some angst, some mysoginy (dean’s thoughts), series not in order, I’ll just write when I feel like it. the beautiful @daylighted gave me the idea, can’t believe I actually wrote something guys, it’s cause of dahlia <3 series masterlist

Dean found it weird that you were hanging around the Winchesters without you sticking to his side, now it's just creepy. You're everywhere. He can't get a break— and at first he thought that was a good thing because he liked being around you but it's honestly getting ridiculous.

"Hey," He doesn't get past that because you jump up and off the couch to run over to him. Great, your enthusiasm is as much flattering as it is irritating, "Cass, you have anything?" He pours himself a cup of coffee, a headache coming on strong from having gone to sleep with a full stomach.

It happens sometimes but he doesn’t mention it to anyone, just lets the coffee work its magic. Except he doesn’t have the chance to do that because while Cass is explaining to Dean that the angels are now hunting both angels in the cabin, your hand is wrapped around his more muscular one and the headache is just gone.

He jumps away, his coffee just near dripping but he catches it just in time. "What— what did you do?"

"I healed you."

"I know that! Why? Why did you heal me?" The look on your face almost makes him regret yelling but he stands his ground, his hand burning from the hot coffee but your response is the only thing that'll make him move from his spot. 

"Because you were hurt."

"I wasn't hurt, and you usually ask before you do that, you know?"

Cass perks up, "Yes, he has mentioned countless times how important consent is." When y it’s put like that… stop. Dean is not a chick. "Wait, you healed him? You know you shouldn't do that."

Dean's eyebrows furrow. "Why not?"

Cass looks up from the laptop, sensing Dean's change in demeanor. "Oh, well, you have angel blood in you, don't you?" Dean's about to deny the words religiously but he doesn't stop. "It makes it harder for you to get hurt, just as it makes it more difficult for us angel to heal you. It takes more power than if you were a mere human— and you," he faces you, "you're not strong enough to heal evenpeople."

"Not strong enough?" 

"Yes. Before he left," Dean doesn't have to ask who 'he' is, "he made one last generation of angels. There are arch-angels, angels, and guardian angels. She's a guardian Angel." Dean wants to hear more but when he looks over at you, your eyes are narrowed and the only thing your missing is steam out of your ears. Alright, testy subject. 

"Okay, whatever. What do you have, Cass?" He asks and tries to listen to Cass but his eyes keep straying to you, still bubbling, still so damn gorgeous. Still so wrong.

"She's always everywhere! Tell me you don't see it." Dean whispers aggressively but his brother only laughs. They pass the corner, Dean slams the beer cans into the shopping cart and Sam scoffs.

"It's not that big of a deal, man. So she cares about you, what's wrong with that?"

"She doesn't 'care about me', she's like… attached to me! It's creepy, Sam." The taller brother's response dies on his tongue as they make a turn around the corner and she spots your eyes on them from outside the store. Shit. 

"She can hear you." Dean immediately looks around, sighing in relief when he sees you're outside. "She's an Angel, asshole. She heard everything." Dean turns around and your face only falls further, getting in the backseat of the car. 

The drive to the next town is quiet, like most of them, except for the cassette Dean picked out. The volume is slightly higher than usual though and Sam notices so he offers a gas station break that Dean gladly accepts. 

The second Sam's out of the car, pulling Cass behind him, Dean looks back at you, "You know I wasn't trying to be mean, right?"

"You were though."

"You aren't actually— look, you're not my guardian Angel. They only call you that because, and no offense, you're weaker than the others. It's a name they gave you, but it isn't your purpose."

"It's not a name, it's a title. So it is my purpose. I'm supposed to guard you but you don't want me around—"

He sighs, pinching his nose. "Uncross your arms." You listen to him. "And looks at me." You pry your eyes off the window to glare at Dean. "It is not your—"

"Don't tell me what my purpose is! I like protecting people."

"Okay, great, maybe just cool it on trying to protect me, okay?" You shake your head. "Why not? I can take perfect care of myself, darlin', I have for twenty nine years."

"I have been in this world for centuries. Many, many, many centuries. I am weaker than the other angel but a thousand times stronger than you, Dean Winchester, and yet you underestimate me." Your soft sigh tugs on something in his chest. "And I don't know why it matters so much to me."

Sam chooses that moment to rip the door open and dean starts arguing with him about it, his eyes still on you in the rear view mirror. He won't let you stay angry for long, a few nice words will get you smiling again. And never questioning your closeness.

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FAMILY LINE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

summary: at the end, Buck was home.

warning: slow burn, cursing, abusive family

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here you were, your first day all over again. but this time, all by yourself.

it was strange to enter a new station, different trucks, different layouts, even the smell was different. this feeling wasn't new, but it was the first time you weren't afraid of what might happen, on the opposite, you were eager to see what life had in store for you.

"you must be the new girl" a fireman caught your eye and snapped you out of your daydreams.

"that should be me" you replied with a smile, which he quickly returned. you followed him upstairs, where you found the whole house gathered around a table, having breakfast.

"Bobby, I've found a lost newbie for you" he winked at you and then sat down at the table with the others.

"I'm Bobby, the captain. welcome to 118."

"Where are you from, Strand?" Diaz. that was the name of the person who asked.

"New York" you replied in a few words.

"wow, that's awesome. I'm dying to visit there" a blue-eyed man commented with a huge smile on his lips and automatically your eyes ran to his lips. "maybe now that we have a guide, 118 could go and..."

"easy, Buck, you'll scare her off in the first few seconds at the station" Bobby said, making you laugh, and you could see Buck's cheeks redden.

while everyone bombarded you with questions about NY, and you tried your best to avoid questions about your family or your past, you could feel a pair of blue eyes staring at you the whole time. every now and then while you were answering someone, your eyes would catch on his smile, on how easily he laughed, on how comfortable he seemed around everyone. It seemed very easy to like Evan Buckley

*

you hated Evan Buckley.

a few months were enough to show how immature, irresponsible, sampled and... womanizer he was.

how could he just walk into the fire without permission, even though Bobby gave him specific orders not to? how could he date a different woman every week? I mean, it’s not your business, but still. how could he not appreciate all the people who cared about him and continue to show off all the damn time? you just couldn't deal with him. his silly jokes, his opened smile, his blue eyes... you just hated Evan Buckley.

"okay, hold on. why do you hate me so much?" he said to you when he noticed you rolling your eyes at something he was saying. everyone at the table turned to you and you felt your face redden.

"i don't hate you"

"but you certainly don't like him" Chim added and you rolled your eyes again.

"It's not like that-"

"you roll your eyes every time he speaks" it was Hen's turn. Jesus, were these people your friends?

"I-"

"and you get away from him every time he starts talking" Eddie added.

"ouch" Buck said hurt and you took control again.

"okay, fine" you started and all eyes were on you "I think it's ridiculous the way you don't care about the people around you" you let out and before he could reply you gathered all your courage to poured out the rest. "you have so many people who love you and care for you, and I get the feeling that you don't care about any of it. you go into the fire without caring if you'll come back, you don't respect Bobby's orders when he tells you to evacuate a building, and you're always trying to play the hero. but guess what, you're not a hero! you're Buck, a human who gets hurt, who one day might not make it out of a burning building, in fact, you've almost died more times than I can count. and you don't even care about that, you don't care about the fact that you have a sister who loves you and would be destroyed without you, that your friends would suffer without you, that Cristopher would be devastated without you, that Bobby would lose a son! I don't think that's fair, because you have this and don’t care, while there are people out there who don't have any of that, no one who cares if you're going to come home. I don't have that, and I-I..."

everyone was silent listening to you talk and you didn't notice that your eyes were full of tears. you tried to pull yourself together and when Bobby started to say something, you interrupted him.

"I'm sorry. none of this is any of my business."

the rest of the day sucked. everyone tried to talk to you about your outburst and you ran away from literally everyone, all the time. everyone except Buck, he was avoiding you too. you were feeling like shit. as soon as the shift was over, you got dressed and left as quickly as possible, thinking about the possibilities you had of crawling into the covers and never coming out again.

"hey" you jumped scared as you tried to open the door to your apartment and turned back frightened and trembling. "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

"I keep forgetting that you're my neighbor," you answered Buck with a sigh and he smiled.

"in my defense, I lived here long before you arrived" he was smiling. after everything you said to him earlier, he was smiling at you. you were an idiot.

"look-"

"I-" you started talking together and he signaled for you to speak.

"I'm sorry about earlier-"

"you don't have to-" he cut you off but you didn't let him finish either.

"yes Buck, I do have to apologize. it's absolutely not your fault that I'm frustrated, that I don't have anyone who cares about me the way you do. I was extremely selfish and childish, it's not your fault at all. I was upset and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"You know you were right" he replied "I'm irresponsible, I know that. I-I know that one day I might not come back from a call, and I know I'm not a hero, but if I die saving one life, that's enough for me."

that just broke you down more. you really were an idiot. Buck was just a man with the right motivations, but the wrong methods.

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the day was strange, something was off. and it wasn't even the fact that you woke up vomiting your guts out. it was something... different. you went to work anyway, took some nausea pills and left.

"hey, you okay?" buck stopped you as you were leaving the bathroom after throwing up for the third time this morning and you nodded. you felt like crying.

"I'll be fine" you said, but your voice was far from confident and it was Buck's turn to roll his eyes at you.

"come on, let's get you some water." he led you upstairs and sat you down at the table. "Bobby taught me a recipe of a wonderful soup for days like these, you'll feel brand new" he said excitedly and you smiled.

"Buck, thanks but you don't have to"

things were still awkward between you, you still felt bad about the things you'd said and Buck still seemed to tread on eggshells around you, but when you were around each other, he never put you off or made you feel bad.

and you kind of hated Buck a little more because of it. he had every right to dislike you, but he never held any grudges against you, quite the opposite, he seemed to enjoy your presence. despite the situation between you.

"hey what's going on?" Eddie asked, coming into the kitchen.

"I-"

"she's not feeling well"

"who's not feeling well?" Hen asked worriedly, sitting down next to you, and you couldn't answer again as Buck pointed at you.

"I caught her throwing up just now" he replied and Hen turned worriedly to you.

"you're feverish and pale" she said, touching your face.

"who's sick?" Chim came up to you chewing a snack and everyone pointed at you.

"she was vomiting and has a fever. we can administer medication into her vein, for nausea and the fever"

"guys, I'll be fine. it's just food poisoning, I'll wake up better tomorrow" no one seemed to believe you and you laughed softly. was that the feeling of being looked after?

"Strand, I've got someone for you," Bobbie said coming up the stairs and when you turned, you couldn't have been more surprised to see who was there.

"dad?" your stomach churned, but you took a deep breath, you weren't going to throw up now.

everyone was looking at the scene curiously, you'd never spoken of your father before, or anything involving your past, apart from the little confession a few days ago when you'd shouted at Buck. but the atmosphere was tense, your eyes were wide and you took a few steps back, which didn't go unnoticed by Buck, who, when looked at Bobby, realized that the older man had noticed the same thing.

"hello daughter" Owen Strand had that stupid grin on his lips.

"what are you doing here?" you were nauseous, your head was spinning and your hands were shaking. this couldn't be happening.

"we've come to take you home" was when you noticed your brother standing next to your father. TK had that look of guilt, the same one you saw before you left them behind.

"maybe you should go to my office for some privacy" Bobby said as he noticed the mood in the room.

"no!" you were quick to say, too quick. Buck unconsciously approached you and the moment you felt his presence at your side, you moved closer. now it was clear to everyone that something was wrong. you were frightened. suddenly everyone assumed a defensive posture, aware of what was happening.

"sis, come on" it was TK's turn to speak and as he realized that you had taken another step back, you saw the look of pain flash across his eyes. you were afraid of him.

"okay, let's get this show over with and get out of here. I'm getting tired of you" Owen tried to grab your arm but before you could pull away, the boys moved faster. Buck and Eddie got in front of you while Bobby pulled Owen away.

"okay, let's calm down here, Captain."

Everyone finally realized that your father was wearing a firefighter's jacket. he was a fireman.

"calm down? you've got to be kidding me," he was losing control. "I want you to step aside and let me talk to my daughter," he pointed at the boys in front of him, but no one moved.

you touched Buck's arm in acceptance, and he moved slightly to the side, just enough for Owen to see you.

his ironic laugh echoed through the room and your heart heaved. this was your father, how could he do this to you, again?

"you have no idea what you've done. I almost lost my job because of you, you little bit-“

"because of me?" your voice came out loud, catching everyone off guard. you stepped outside the barrier they had set up for your protection and anger took over. "you've always been a terrible father to me, we moved from New York because of TK, but I also had my life, I had my job, I had everything there, and do you remember what you said to me, dad? you said that you didn’t care, if I had enough money for it, than I should stay”

you got closer to Owen and the same look of anger that was in his eyes, you had in yours.

"I went to Texas with you, and you made my life a living hell, just like it always was with you. you didn't make it easy for me in 116, right? like never before in my life. until that day I never thought I could hate my father as much as I did from that moment on. in front of everyone you humiliated me, you belittled me, you showed me how much you never cared about me, and you hit me, dad. It's hard to put into words everything I've felt my whole life with you since my mother left us. I was just a child in need of your love, what did I do to deserve your resentment? I mean, I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless, I know that you hated me because of my mother, and I hated her too, cause she left me with you”

at that moment, tears were falling down your cheeks, but you didn't care anymore, you just needed to get it out. Owen tried to say something, but you cut him off again.

"I can forget, but never forgive. I'll never forgive you for the lost holidays, the lost birthdays, the lost childhood. all my past I've tried to erase it, but now I see, why would I change it? it made me who I am today, someone totally different from you, Owen. we might share a face and a last name, but we’re not the same. I hate you, and if I have to end your career to show you the extent of my hatred, I will fucking do it.”

as if time had slowed down, you saw the moment Owen's eyes filled with hatred, the exact moment he raised his hand towards you and approached. you were no longer afraid of him. you puffed out your chest and raised your face.

the hit never came.

Bobby held your father's hand in the air and stopped in front of you.

“get out of my firehouse right now, or I'll get you out myself. and if you dare to go near her again, you'll have this same conversation, but it'll be at a table in the police station and with my wife, the sergeant.”

the tension in the air was thick. Owen took one last look at you and turned around, leaving in heavy steps. TK didn't even bother to look at you, he just followed his father like a lost dog. coward.

suddenly all eyes were on you.

"I'm sorry" you said to Bobby in a shaky voice and he nodded. "I'm sorry, thank you" you repeated before he said anything. you felt a soft touch on your arm and turned to Buck, and that's when everything in you seemed to break again. the tears came out without you realizing it and the thank you came out in sobs.

"thank you" you kept repeating between sobs, and he quickly pulled you into his arms. the crying intensified and he just held you in, stroking your back. you tried to speak but nothing came out.

you could hear Bobby telling everyone to get out of the kitchen and you sank further into Buck's arms, letting yourself cry. cry for the situation that had just occurred, crying for your lost childhood, crying for your mother having abandoned you, crying for never having had a father who truly loved you, crying for everything you didn't have.

Buck's heart broke with every sob that came out of your mouth. he wanted to pull you deeper and deeper into his embrace, to take that pain away from you, the pain he knew so well. the pain of not being loved by your own parents, the pain of rejection. he wanted to make it clear that you had someone who cared, that you had him there at that moment. and it all made sense now, you saying that no one cared about you, because it was true.

"come on, let's go home" he said when he realized that your sobs had turned into small sighs. when he noticed that you were about to say something, he spoke faster. "no need to apologize or thank me, I've got your back"

*

what a mess.

what a mess your life has become.

it was late afternoon, the sun was setting in LA, and you were admiring the sky from your window. the coffee in your hand was already cold, and to be honest, it would be the first thing of the day to enter your stomach.

after an early morning visit from Bobby at your place, he suggested that you took a few personal days off, and you couldn't refuse, you needed it, your head and heart needed the rest. as the conversation went on, it was hard to accept that the man in front of you treated you with more empathy and love than the one who was supposed to be your father, they held the same position in the corporation, but they were totally different. Bobby defended and looked after you even though he hadn't known you for so long, while the other hurt you for a lifetime. life was unfair.

the silence was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and nothing could have prepared you for that scene.

"hey there, we brought dinner, I hope you don't mind"

it was Buck with Jee-Yun on his arms, he held some bags in his unoccupied hand, and she held a small bouquet of flowers in her little hands.

"B-Buck, I-I"

"can we come in?" he asked and you moved out of the way.

"this is for you" the child's voice echoed in the room and she handed you the flowers. your eyes filled with tears and you smiled at the little girl.

"thank you sweetie, I love it. did you choose it?" she smiled and nodded.

Buck took some drawings and colored pencils out of a bag and the girl ran to the table.

"Buck" you entered in front of the blue-eyed man and he stopped what he was doing, paying attention to you. too much attention. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I know we haven't had a chance to talk yet, but thank you" you finished, your cheeks reddening as you realized you were too close to Buck.

"I told you, you don’t have to thank me" he replied as if it were nothing and went through his bags. "I hope you're hungry, I brought your favorite”

"how do you know this is my favorite?" you heart was beating a little faster and your cheeks were getting redder. Buck shrugged and looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"I heard you talking about it"

it's not like he was paying much attention to you, he just heard you talking about it with the guys. no big deal. maybe you were too sensitive about the whole situation and your head was creating scenarios.

it was an amazing evening. Buck never mention what had happened the day before, let alone treat you with pity, Jee-Yun was the sweetest girl in the world, and apparently she loved your company, to the point of ending the night sleeping on your lap. you were concentrating on the childish smell coming off her, when you noticed Buck looking at you.

"what?"

"you're good with children" he replied smiling, and your damn heart beat faster again.

"I really like them" you went back to touching Jee-Yun's hair, when you heard a muffled laugh coming from Buck. "what's so funny?"

"if I'd known that a dose of toddler would stop you hating me, I'd have brought her a lot sooner." his words made you smile.

"I told you I didn't hate you, I just didn't like you that much" he laughed again. his smile was so beautiful.

"we'd better get going, I promised her parents I wouldn't take her home late" he said as he approached and you gave him the sleepy kid.

"of course" you watched the way he tucked the little girl into his big arms and followed him to the door. "thank you for the evening, I really needed it"

"it was nothing, you're great company, she loved you" he said, pointing at his niece. "I'll see you later"

you kinda liked Evan Buckley now.

*

"I know you asked me not to bring anything, but I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry," Buck said, entering your apartment with a jar full of cookies.

"when did you do that? you know what, never mind" you said laughing, turning your attention back to the food.

after the visit with his niece, Buck showed the next day again, and every other day after that with dinner, he didn't miss a single day. it was amazing how Buck made everything lighter, on the days when your thoughts wouldn't give you a break, he would find a way to distract you, or when you wanted to talk, he knew how to listen to you, or when you just wanted to be quiet, he would accompany you in silence. Buck never mentioned what had happened with your family, never asked you anything, he always made you feel comfortable in his presence, and you were getting used to it.

your heart proved treacherous around the blue-eyed man, apparently it started beating faster when Buck was around, and you didn't know what was going on.

"a penny for your thoughts" Buck took you out of your head and you realized how close he was.

"I-I... Sorry, I was just, just focused on the food"

"you didn't have to worry, you know I don't mind bringing it"

"I know, but I also know that today was a hard day, so I wanted to prepare something for you, and thank you for, you know, everything" you couldn't look him in the eye and Buck pulled you close, staring at you, it unsettled you.

"I've already told you there's no need to thank me, I enjoy your company"

your face was hot and you were sure it was red. but from this angle Buck's eyes looked much bluer than usual, and his lips with a slight smile were so beautiful and inviting.

"I think something's burning," Buck said in a whisper and too close to your face.

"o-oh, yeah, okay" God, you were pathetic.

living with a father and a brother meant that you would never have anyone to have girls talk. living with a father and a brother who hated you meant that you would never have any personal conversations of any kind. this kind of trauma made it hard for you to open up to people and maintain friendships. being at 118 was everything you'd never had in your life, and it was the biggest change of your life, because they didn't just work together, they were family and made you feel part of it too.

this trauma also reflected on your romantic life, you never really fell in love, you didn't really know what it was like. when a guy talked about feelings, you decided it was time to walk away.

and believing that you hated Buck was much more comfortable, because being with him and realizing the person he really was, was making you confused. the way he took care of you without wanting anything in return made your heart beat stronger. how he came to you during the day to see if everything was all right, if you were feeling well. or the dinners that became your thing now, you would always have dinner together, no matter where or how. this had been going on for months.

your feelings for Buck were growing, but how would they not. he was so affectionate, so kind, so easy to be around, you were always anxious to be around him, and loved looking into those big blue eyes when he was too focused on something to notice you staring, the way he always touched you to draw your attention, the way he kept flirting with you just to see your face turn red, the way your body reacted when he was around. Buck was breathtaking. and he wasn’t making things any easier for you, it was really easy to fall in love with Buck.

oh damn.

you were in love with Evan Buckley.

*

"hey you okay?" you were startled by a voice breaking the silence in the locker room, it was Eddie.

"you scared me"

"I usually do that to people" he said, sitting down next to you and you laughed.

"idiot"

"what happened between you and Buck? you didn’t leave with him today"

"nothing" you looked away and Eddie knew there was something wrong between you.

"did you guys had a fight? It's not like you're not together all the time, every second of the day" he teased.

"no, it's fine"

"come on, something must-"

"I'm in love with him" you blurted out.

you got up from the bench and started walking around the room anxiously, Eddie stayed silent waiting for you to continue.

"I'm in love with him, Eddie, and I don't know what to do with this information, I'm kind of freaking out in here" you said, pointing to your heart and then to your head. "this has never happened before, I've never liked anyone enough to stay, and I want to stay, I want this, I want to feel this and I want to feel it with him. it's very easy to like Buck, I mean, have you seen that smile? the way he smiles when he's up to something or when he laughs at his own jokes, which, let's face it, are terrible. and those blue eyes? they're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life. but I'm terrified, that's the truth. I've never seen him in a relationship, a real one, what's to say he'd want one with me? that's taking into account that he likes me, which he clearly doesn't, I mean, I know he likes me as a friend, we have such a good friendship, but he certainly doesn't like me in a romantic way, I'm sure of that, have you seen what a mess I am? If you haven't, I'm telling you now, I'm a mess Eddie, and Buck is so-so"

"I thought you liked my jokes" you stopped in shock and looked at the door.

Buck.

"Buck I-I"

"I think that's my cue to leave the lovebirds alone," Eddie said as he left and you hadn't even noticed that he was still there.

"so you like me, huh?" he said coming closer and you really wished there was a hole to stick your head in.

"Buck" you sighed defeatedly, how embarrassing was this. "I like you, I like you a lot"

"then we have to talk" he said seriously and your heart sank. this was the time you would be rejected. again.

"Buck, don't. I know you'll say you don't feel the same way, and frankly I don't need any more humiliation, it's enough that you've heard all this. I'm fine and I'll be fine, I promise you" you picked up your things, still not facing Buck. "I'm going home now, let's just pretend this never happ-"

"I like you" he stopped in front of you and with his face too close to yours, continued to speak "oh fuck it, I'm in love with you, completely, deeply, truly in love with you”

his hands were on your face holding you in place. your heart couldn't even fit in your chest anymore, and you were probably going to cry at any second.

"i love how comfortable you feel next to me, i love how you fix your hair when you get nervous, or when you turn red when i flirt with you. i love all your smiles, the happy one, the stupid one, the ironic one, and especially the one that's mine. the one that's kept just for me, when we're having dinner together, or when i meet you in the middle of the shift, or when you meet me in the middle of the scene to check if i'm okay. that will always be my favorite. i love how you make me feel at home anywhere and at anytime. you are home. I love you.”

you were definitely crying at that point.

"I think I'm in love with you too" you joked and Buck brought his face even closer to yours.

"oh you think?" he had that damn smirk on his face. "let me prove then that I'm worth being loved by you"

his mouth touched yours, and your stomach felt like a house of uncontrolled butterflies. his lips were so soft, one hand held your face while the other found your waist. your body was pressed against a wall. and suddenly your tongues were entwined in a passionate, anxious kiss. your breaths were uncontrolled and Buck had to break away when a low moan came from your mouth. he wouldn't last long with those noises you were making.

"I think we'd better go home" he said breathless.

"I'll go anywhere with you"

you definitely loved Evan Buckley.

you didn't know it yet, but Buck was about to show you that you were totally capable of being loved, and very much so. your family's story wouldn't be repeated, you wouldn't follow your family's line, you would create your own. the most beautiful love story ever.

[slimepuparibaba]

hi hear me out again

having half-lemurian twins with rafayel

one is a boy, one is a girl, very adorable, this one goes over the early stages of it all (the pregnancy and shortly after the delivery basically, so newborn)

the one thing i know for certain is that rafayel will immediately drop everything and go on art hiatus (as a public artist, this man will still do art for personal stuff) and start contacting as many lemurians as possible (man wants to do this right, he cannot mess this up, you need to be safe, the babies need to be safe)

he will treat you with utmost care, watch out for your needs, make sure you know you are loved and that you're beautiful and that he is with you every step of the way. he will make sure that you feel encouraged, will tell you how amazing you're doing, carrying the babies. he will cook, he will clean, he will do anything you ask of him so long as you request it (he loves you so much btw)

his bigger paintings are now on pause and instead he is now brainrotting over what the babies would look like, what their tails might look like, and thats really all he's sketching in his free time. he's genuinely so excited to meet them, he will talk to your tummy every now and then.

"hey my little pearls, how are you? are you treating mommy okay? make sure to let her get some sleep, don't kick her too much!"

he loves you so much, I am telling you he is so in love with you, and you have this glow around you as you're carrying the babies, he will want to hold your stomach and he will cuddle you (ONLY IF YOU WANT HIM TO I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH IF YOU DO NOT WANT HIM TO HE WILL OBEY—)

he actually cleaned up the studio (he doesn't want you to fall and get hurt, his chaos is now reserved for his own space that he set aside that you can't enter), he has so many books and online articles on parenting (he is anxious af and worries about being a good dad), and he is also... VERY HYPERAWARE THAT YOU ARE A HUMAN

HE IS MORE STRESSED BECAUSE YOUR TWINS ARE HALF-LEMURIAN AND HE IS PANICKING

ultimately the way most lemurian births work is THEY HAVE TO BE IN THE WATER. BUT YOU ARE A HUMAN. AND IT SCARES HIM, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANY COMPLICATIONS

he wants nothing tearing, he doesn't want you hurt, but the lemurian midwives are like "hey, your babies come out with the tails, they need to be in the water for this to work"

ultimately both of you are trusting the lemurian midwives for this and they are very helpful every step of the way, rafayel is also very keen on asking questions just to ensure you and the babies are safe

by the time the birth happens, you're in a small pool of water that's now deemed the nursing pool. when the babies come out, they're so tiny and their tails are super soft and fleshy, their scales haven't grown in yet and need time to really set in

they're sort of wading in the water and rafayel is advised to get in the nursing pool with you so the babies familiarize themselves with a lemurian parent and also their human parent (they need to form an attachment quickly to both of you), so rafayel is in his lemurian form, and boy is he about to cry

your babies are so small. he's in awe at how tiny they are, how precious the two little lives you've been carrying in your stomach could possibly be. their hands are smaller than his fingers, their tails are soft and they're so small.

but most importantly, you did so well. and he's thanking you over and over again for trusting him, for giving birth to wonderful miracles, for letting him be a dad and for being their mom, he's just so thankful because this is a future he's wanted for so long and he never expected to have it with you

as the twins grow up, they'll be situated mainly in the nursing pool but need to be under strict supervision, so expect rafayel to be the one sleeping in there in lemurian form for most hours of the day (he knows you get cold and need a break from the water)

I cannot stress this enough, rafayel is such an eager father to these little babies and he will do everything in his power to make sure they grow up healthy and happy (he doesn't want them to grow up the way he did after witnessing lemurian tragedy), he wants them to know how loved they are, how beautiful this world is, and also he wants to make sure that you know how loved you are too

he'll always gush about how cute the babies are and how they look just like you but how their mommy is the prettiest of them all, he'll check up on you for breaks while you're nursing them in the pool and offer to switch in. you're a team, a dynamic duo, and the babies being born will never change that

ok that ends my brainrot session (I have others for the rest of the boys and their children, they're at different stages of life tho and Xavier adopts actually so he's like the most different whoops lmk if you want those too ig?)

also yes he did lay lemurian eggs in you THAT IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST, THAT IS TO BE DISCUSSED IN ANOTHER ONE, WE WILL DISCUSS ANATOMY AT ANOTHER TIME

[revelboo]

please can we have some Hound crumbs, especially once he hunts his human down?

Sure! Boss is out of office today and I’m bored so I’m trying to get some updates done

Heavy Boots Pt 5

Hound x Reader

• Palm skimming the side of the vent, he’s running to get to where he can sense Trailbreaker’s EM field. Hadn’t meant to drive you into trying to escape him, but he had and guilt twists through him. Because he can insist he did it to protect you, took you to keep you safe from the Decepticons, but the truth? He’d been lonely. Seen the bots with humans, how close some of them are and had wanted that. Someone to be there waiting for him, smiling when they see him and asking him about his day. Had wanted so bad to not be alone, he hadn’t thought it through. Hadn’t thought about your feelings. Needs you to be okay, for you to not pay for his mistakes.

• His hands are surprisingly gentle as he lifts you into his arms, but your whole body hurts and you whimper at being moved. Don’t think you broke anything in the fall, but you’re not sure and you taste blood where you must have bitten yourself during the fall, your hand is damp and sticky where you’d grabbed at the lip of the vent when you fell and cut yourself. Had just wanted to escape this nightmare. What had you done to deserve any of this? Breath catching when the bot holding you begins slowly climbing back up the vent, leaving your friend down there in the dark. Alone.

• Peds sliding as he sees light up ahead, his spark constricts as he approaches the drop off and looks down. Sees a shape climbing slowly up, but can’t see the bottom of the shaft. You’d fallen down there? Pacing anxiously, it seems to take forever before Trailbreaker’s head and shoulders appear and you’re being handed over. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers as you make a low, pained sound. Your eyes locking on the glow of his optics. ‘Gotta go back for mine. They can’t see anything,’ Trailbreaker says, words tired, guilty, and angry before he’s headed back down with his magnawheels. Lowering his head to yours just so he can feel your warm breath on his face, he tries to check you over without jostling you too much. You’re sluggishly bleeding, teeth red when you inhale sharply and you curl into him.

• Shivering in the cold vent, reality isn’t slipping in softly, it’s coming for you by the throat, fangs bared. If Trailbreaker hasn’t guessed where you two had gone, you still would have fallen down the shaft as blind as you are in the dark. Maybe one of you would have been far enough ahead of the other to hear them fall and stop. Maybe whoever fell would have grabbed for the other and dragged them down. You’re hurt, but it could have been much worse. But if they hadn’t realized where you were and come in here looking for you both? Would you have been able to find a way out before you starved or dehydration got you? Can feel him venting against you as he cradles you to him. Not waiting on Trailbreaker to rescue your friend, he’s already on the move. Carrying you to safety and you’re just waiting for the anger at your escape attempt. To be punished.

• Wishes he knew more about humans. Knew how to tell how badly you’re hurt. Also wishes you’d say something to him. Anything. Even that you hate him, but he needs to hear your voice. “Talk to me, sweetspark,” he whispers and pain dazed eyes lift to him. “You’re going to be okay. Ratchet’s going to fix this.” And you’re just staring at him, like you’re confused. How hard had you hit your head? Hard enough to stun you? “Are you hurting?” Brow furrowing, you just close your eyes, turning your face away. Still hating him most likely and he’d give anything to go back and undo this. Maybe he could have used his holoform to approach you. Gotten to know you first. Talked to you, but he’s screwed it all up and he’s not sure he can fix it at this point.

Previous

[sramoonlight]

Mask off

What if the batfamily had their own spider?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient!

New York City was an important thing for you, of course it was your mother city and also the place that you feel more secure, let’s not talk about the rat problem or the homeless people, let’s just vibe out with it.

You and your mother weren’t people of money, your mother works on a non company, Alchemax, it’s not good paid but enough to let you survive with just a halftime job

You could ask your father for some money but… you don’t know who he is! You just know he is a rich playboy back in Gotham, anyways, neither you or your mother would ask anything from him, it’s not the way you do things

Oh! A surprise note, you’re a spidey, well not just a THE! There’s no one else like you out there, well the meta humans but they’re at cities that you don’t care much about, maybe a little but the only important thing is that they don’t make your job hard.

Speaking of which, you’re doing a great job as a hero beating the shit out of a non important villain, geez they want to ruin your dinner with your mother

Good that you just kicked their face and now they’re out

— Thank god! Okay, let’s do this quick, shall we? — you shot your webs wrapping them around their body, with an approval hum you used one web to take your backpack — Tell the cops that your friendly friend spidey did this —

You ran out of there trying to be as quickly as you can, if you aren’t quick you’ll miss the fancy dinner your mother worked for.

Swinging like you always do, you arrived at a near alley taking off your suit as you pulled out formal clothes doing your best to put them on and take off the suit without flashing anyone, not that there where someone but still

2 minutes before the curfew you entered the restaurant, fixing your hair as you sat down in front of your mother, like a clock a waitress puts a plate of food in front of you, how luxury was this place?

— You made it on time — She said with a serious expression as she started cutting her steak, you did the same — I’m getting better at this — with a chuckle you started chewing the food.

A trivial conversation started, your mom talking about some issues at work as you tell her your issues being a Spidey, after a seconds she looked at you, the smile on her face disappearing

— Love, I have something to tell you — Here it goes, you prepared yourself fixing your posture — give me your shot — You smiled at her

She took a deep breath, her face turning dark

— I need you to go to your father’s — and it felt like your life was falling apart, moving from New York? That was your city! You can’t just abandon it like nothing! — Before you say anything, I know you have responsibilities but so do I, and.. I don’t want to neglect you —

You kept your thoughts, your mother wouldn’t ask you this if she didn’t have to and that felt horrible, you nodded accepting her words.

— Good, you’ll leave this weekend — this is going to suck.

Saturday morning, you were placing your things at the back of the taxi, it felt so wrong to leave but you can’t deny that it’s for the best.

Your mother looked at you, her have filled with regret but determination, she won’t ask you to stay and that makes you sick because you know that she’ll need to this.

— I need you to be safe there, Gotham isn’t like New York — she said as long as you turned to see her, you nodded walking to her and she kissed your forehead — I will mom—

Now on the car you think, you are leaving New York with no one to care care of them, the anxiety is on your stomach as you try to think that no one would do something

Dr. Octavia is in jail, the green gobbling too and many of them are too, maybe little criminals but you want to think the cops would do their job or at least you want that.

The taxi dropped you at the airport and you took the airplane, by the night you’re now waiting for one of your father’s employees to take you out, with a sigh you type a text to your mother

“Mom, I’m at Gotham”

No response.

— Are you miss (last time)? — an old man ask you and you turned to see him, with a nod you walked to the limousine.

An awkward silence filled the car as you tried to think of something else, you do know your father has another 4 children and you can’t but think they’re going to be bratty as hell.

You took a glimpse of the streets, they’re even more nasty than New York’s

— Im Alfred Pennyworth, by the way, I know you may be curious about your new home but don’t worry, Wayne family will treat you nice — the way he talked about it made you shiver

It felt weirdly wrong to not be able to tell, your spider sense won’t tell you about social damage and that pisses you off.

A few more minutes passed and you were already at the manor, for the last time you checked your clothes leaving the limousine

You don’t know why did they send you this when it was only you, you sighed again following the butler to the living room

— You must be (reader) — a man, you recognized him as Bruce Wayne greeted you with a smile and you analyzed his looks

That… didnt looked like poor Brucie, he shakes your hand, before you could pull away he pulls you but to hug you

— Im so happy to know you — another shiver, this man doesn’t know about consent.

He gives you a tour that you can’t remember now, anyways, you’ll be there only for a weeks and you’ll be back at New York, right?

— You’ll be attending the same school as my youngest, Damian — he said smiling at you, you had to lay your head showing your confusion for him to notice

— Oh, you don’t know your brothers.. we’ll have a dinner tonight for you to meet them —

He pats your shoulder leaving you there, you looked around assuming that this is your room, much bigger than the one you have on New York but that can work, you didnt notice when your bags were there

That butler sure is good, you think before sending your mom a text

“Im at my father’s”

Maybe she’s still at work you think, yeah, that’s it

You smiled scrolling through your phone, your friends asking you if you arrived safely, you’re going to miss them but you remind yourself that you’ll be there in a couple of weeks.

…

How many hours passed? You looked at the battery on your phone.. 27%

Before you could do anything, there’s a knock on the door

— Miss (Reader), dinner is ready — you made a sound making sure he knew you heard him before getting up

You sighed, how many times did you do it? You left your room following your intuition and magically it did lead you to the dining room, there, around four people were sitting there making you feel nervous

Where could you sit? You looked for an empty place but Alfred makes his way in front of a chair pulling it out of you, you thank him before sitting down.

— (Reader) let me introduce you to Dick, my oldest — you looked at the man who smiled making you smile at him, he looks like a good guy — Tim and this little tanned boy is Damian — you followed his gaze trying to memorize the faces

Well, they’re quite different so it would be easy

Wait, didnt Bruce Wayne have a fourth child? Weird, maybe you did your research wrong, anyways.

The dinner was silence, you were but everyone keeps talking to each other about things that you don’t know but you don’t plan to guess either

— You don’t look like father — The tanned guy, you assume it was Damian, say that looking at you with a completely blank face, you had to look at Bruce Wayne to notice that indeed, you don’t look anything like him — How do we know you’re his kid? —

Ouch, you can’t blame him, he’s a person of money of course you have to pay attention to details just to about scams, but you had to thought

You’re sure exactly like your mother, like, same hair and eyes maybe yours it’s a different hair type but that doesn’t matter

You sighed, there’s nothing you can use to prove that you’re nothing but a kid sent to take care of, something you sure hate

— Im sure my mom did a DNA test, Mr. Wayne sure has it — you said chewing your meat, you can hear a cough

— You can just call me dad — this person, Bruce Wayne looks like a person yearning for being part of you life and you can’t but think that he is like this because of what he suffered as a kid

Someone seeking for attention, nothing like you actually.

— It’s okay Mr. Wayne — You refused to give this man what he wanted, instead smiling as a way to shut his words, he looked hurt and you can’t blame him not when your words sounded harsh — Im just here until my mom feels is good for me to go back home —

But instead of receiving an answer you heard nothing, you raised an eyebrow but before you could say anything

— Im sure hungry for dessert! Aren’t you, little bird? — you waited for the person Dick mentioned to reply, nothing, you realized he was talking to you

— Me? Uhm, I don’t actually eat dessert — you mentioned new to this short chat, you sure did when you had the moment to eat a fancy dinner, this sure wasn’t but whatever

— Really? Well, you have to get used to it — you still don’t understand the rich people and their actions.

The way to the school was silent, sure Damian is younger than you but only by a few years so you still had to be with him at school, speaking of which

This is nothing like the public school you used to go to, you’re sure that this place isn’t something fancy because they’re various type of students, not just the typical white students from an American comedy.

Walking through the halls as you wrote the steps you just did in your head to not forget them on your first day, sure it is a huge school but your intuition may help right.

You opened the door of the classroom making your way to an empty seat, the class didnt last long ‘til it started, you didn’t hear much of what the teacher she was saying until she started passing list

— (Reader) Wayne? — you made a confuse expression

— Here, and it’s (Last name) not Wayne — you said not wanting to be disrespectful but the idea of being placed as a rich person made you feel sick.

The teacher looked at the papers on her hands humming

— It says that you’re a Wayne, im sorry — so it wasn’t a thing she said because she knew who your father was

So weird.. maybe they did this so you won’t need of your mother, anyways, you’ll be here only for a couple of days.

The class continued like it should, the others did too so you found yourself on your way home sitting beside Damian who was scrolling through her phone

— Uhm, Mr. Pennyworth — you called

— You can call me only Alfred, miss — that sent a shiver through your back, you couldn’t

— Yeah, uh, it looks like I’m not being called by my last name on the school system —

The man stays silence before he chuckled, you assumed that it was of how weird it sounds, but you guess he would have it cover

— You’re a Wayne — Damian said, rising his gaze from his phone, you had to whisper a low “excuse me?” For him to show you something

And for second time in this week, you felt your heart going down

Alchemax, the place were your mother work exploded in an accident just the night before, how could you? Wait

The looks everyone gave you at the dinner, did they already know? But how could your mother know that it was going to happen?

Why? Why?

But the way back was silent.

[endofthelinegang]

Would Matt Murdock have hard time being around an emotional & sensitive person? Like, when someone raises their voice slightly or be mean to me, I'd be holding back tears.

alrighty let me crack my fingers here, whip out the keyboard, here are some headcanons and a little bonus fic

Matt picks up on every little change in your heartbeat, breathing. There is no hiding your sensitive behavior and feelings. He’ll know the second something is wrong and will gently nudge you to talk about it.

He’s used to dealing with intensity and conflict, but when it comes to you it is personal which makes him a lot softer. If someone raises their voice at you, Matt immediately steps in, positioning himself between you and the other person, voice low and steady. “Hey, that’s enough.” He doesn’t need to get aggressive, he is confident that his presence will do the job.

When he senses you’re on the verge of tears, he’ll make sure that he is properly handling the situation. He will either reach for your hand or if you are in a group, even a small one, he would guide you somewhere quieter. He knows how embarssing it can be to have a crashout moment or a cry in public. He is just the right amount of touch, not too brutish but not so soft it makes your skin tingle.

Matt’s seen the worst of humanity, he in fact has told you that humans are the worst monsters to ever exist. Your kindness and sensitivity? It’s a kind of a relief, I mean to see a human be human in a non-criminal way, happy heart moment. He never gets frustrated if you’re overwhelmed easily. Instead, he’ll talk you through it, using that soothing lawyer voice of his. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

If someone makes you cry, he interalizes it. He won’t lose his mind and go on a killing spree, but there’s a quiet, dangerous edge to him if you allow him to confront the responsible party and or person. He would not go out of his way to do that outside of your permission unless you were physically injured.

If you’re spiraling, he’ll do whatever you need him to do, of course he does not always expect you to be able to tell him. His go to is to take you anywhere that is away from everyone else and firstly try light touch and talking, if that is not sucessful then physical touch with your body as his guide, and if nothing else he will give you space and just sit with you.

He admires your ability to feel so deeply. He’s seen too many people become numb to the world, himself included sometimes. Loving you reminds him that softness isn’t a weakness—it’s a strength.

Matt hears it before you even step through the door—the unsteady rhythm of your breathing, the uneven thump of your heartbeat, the way your shoe pats against the floor like you’re quickly tapping, possibly shaking.

Something happened, something Matt knew he would not like.

He feels you, tracks the way your keys rattle to open the door. Then the door opens, and even though you don’t say a word, he feels the weight settle into the apartment with you, he hears the tiniest sigh escape your lips.

You linger in the doorway, hesitant, like there’s something pressing against your chest, something you can’t quite push down. You knew Matt already knew it was written all over the way he stood with his ear facing the door just listening to every single thing you did. You don’t even take off your coat, don’t put your bag down—just stand there, staring at your shoes.

Matt sets his cane aside as quietly as he can, stepping toward you carefully. “Sweetheart?” His voice is quiet, meant to coax, but you still flinch ever so slightly as you completely spaced out.

“Hey,” you say, and the sound of it makes his stomach twist. It’s thin, a ghost of your usual tone, fragile like brittle glass.

He waits for you to say more, maybe even start to sob or cry, but you don’t. You don’t move, don’t breathe properly, like you’re standing with a gun pointing into your back.

“Talk to me,” he says, stepping closer. “What happened?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “It’s stupid.” The words slip out under your breath like they were not even meant to be spoken.

His brows pull together. “It’s not.”

You hesitate, your fingers twisting into the hem of your sleeve, you could feel your face heat up. A type of heat that would travel everywhere in your body that allowed you to move just with trickling pains. Then it all spilled out.

“I went to meet up with some people after work.” You pause, choosing your words carefully, like they might come out wrong if you’re not precise.. “I thought—God, I don’t know. I thought they were my friends.”

Matt’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t speak. He just listens.

“They weren’t mean exactly,” you continue, you could not stop playing little moments about that interaction through your head, it felt like it would never end. “It was just little things.”

Your breathing shudders, as you allow yourself to use more of your body to take steps, the sound of your shoes were just as loud to you as they were to Matt.

“They kept talking over me. Every time I tried to say something, they’d just—move on, like I wasn’t even there. And when they did acknowledge me, it was just—” You break off, swallowing hard. “Little jokes. Stuff about how I’m too sensitive, how I take things too seriously, how I always ‘look like I’m about to cry.’”

Matt feels a sharp, quiet anger coil in his chest, but he keeps his voice soft when he speaks. “Did you say anything to them?”

You let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Yeah. And you know what they did? They laughed. Said I was proving their point.”

Matt closes his eyes for a brief moment, his jaw clenching hard enough that it aches. He knows—God, he knows—that kind of cruelty, the kind that hides behind lightness, the kind that makes you feel like you’re the problem.

You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, your breath hitching. “I hate this,” you whisper. “I hate that I can’tjust brush things off, that stuff like this gets to me so much.” Your voice breaks on the last word, small and aching.

Matt steps in without hesitation, if anyone knew how it felt to not be heard or understood. Though he did not interalize his feelings as deeply as you he knew how damiging to the mind not being understood could be. The closer he got to you the louder your heartbeat seemed to get, your skin looked red and angry especially your hands.

His hands find yours, gently prying them away from your face. His touch is steady, warm, careful. He cradles your face in his hands letting you keep your hands to yourself, his thumbs ghosting over your cheekbones, tracing the heat lingering beneath your skin, the tremble in your lips. His hands feel cool against your face, a nice soft cool.

“You feel things deeply,” he murmurs, voice low and sure. “That’s not a flaw.”

Your throat works, but you don’t speak, something about being able to smell his cologne and slight leathery smell from the couch made you feel okay to breathe.

Matt leans down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath warm and steady. “They don’t get to decide what’s too much. They don’t get to tell you that you’re wrong for feeling.”

You let out a shaky breath, and your hands come up, gripping his wrists, grounding yourself with him.

“But they made me feel so—” Your breath hitches again, and the words spill out before you can stop them. “So small.”

Matt feels that, too. A loss of a sense is enough to make freshly blind young Matt feel so tiny when he was a child and that is a very hard feeling to forget. To think about the fact that you felt this way so often shook him up. Something in his chest cracks, deep and aching. Because he knows. He knows what it’s like to be dismissed, to be talked over, to have the world act like you’re invisible. He knows how it rots inside you, how it makes you doubt your own voice, your own presence.

He slides his arms around you, pulling you close, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. He holds you like you’re something precious, he softens your hair down on your head as he feels you attempt to settle down.

“You are not small,” he murmurs into your hair, voice thick with emotion. “Not to me.”

Your body shudders, and then you break, your arms wrapping around him as you bury yourself in his comforting presence. He feels the damp heat of your tears against his collar, the way your shoulders shake as you let go, letting him hold you, letting yourself be seen.

Matt presses a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his hands tracing slow circles against your back.

“You’re going to be okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

And this time, when you grip him tighter, when you press yourself closer like you believe him—Matt knows you do.

[asxgard]

Companionship | pt. 2

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!reader

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Summary: You and Michael have some late night phone calls. He struggles to open up.

Note: wow! Y’all are really so nice omg, I really appreciate all of you who took the time to like, comment or reblog. I also appreciate all you silent readers too! I’m genuinely surprised with how much traffic part 1 got, so thank you all so much! Contemplating adding this to my AO3 account from the perspective of a f!oc, but still undecided (I prefer to keep my reader works strictly for tumblr, idk why). This is definitely going to be multiple parts (my rough outline currently has ten chapters whoops).

I don’t know much about sugar babies aside from what I’ve read, so I took some liberties with my guesstimates.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap, slowburn, foul language, allusion to a panic attack, work stress, Robby trying to avoid his feelings/anxiety, my basic understanding of accounting, angst

not beta read

“You’re lucky. Someone only looking for companionship is a small pool of men. Not as lucrative as a traditional sugar baby, but if that’s more your speed, maybe reach out to some more.”

Your smile twisted, “I’m already uncomfortable with just one. Thinking about adding more makes me feel icky.”

Erin rolled her eyes, “Why? They know what they signed up for. If they wanted fidelity, then they should get a girlfriend.”

“I’m telling you, I could hook you up with a shift or two a week at the bar. I make great tips.” Marsi said, her eyes not flickering from her laptop.

You frowned. “I already gave him my number. My Google Voice number, but yeah.”

“That’s my girl!” Erin praised with a laugh.

You wondered if it was a mistake. He had not reached out since you had sent the number on the app, nearly four days prior. Perhaps he was having second thoughts. Anxiety filled your chest at the thought of having to go through the whole process again.

Or just drop it and take Marsi up on her offer.

—

Your night passed slowly, studying with your friends until dinner time, when they left. You kept your focus on the Excel spreadsheet in front of you, checking over your homework with careful eyes. Numbers were easy, they did not hold the complexities of human beings—

Your phone buzzed on the table, immediately pulling you away from your work.

You have any time to talk?

It was an unknown number. You watched as the three dots appeared immediately after, though it wasn’t hard to guess who it was.

This is Michael by the way.

So formal, you found yourself thinking with a small smile, quickly adding him to your contacts.

I have time.

It only took a few more moments before your phone started ringing. Anxiety thrummed through your system, heart beating like a drum against your ribcage. You took a long breath through your nose before answering the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” He answered awkwardly.

“How are you?” You asked out of habit.

There were several moments of silence. “I want to say I’m okay.”

“But you’re not?”

“But I’m not.” Came his quiet reply.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Another measured silence. “No. Yes? I don’t know.”

You hummed. “I understand your hesitation, we don’t know each other. But isn’t that the whole point? I’m unconnected to your life and you basically have anonymity. I won’t pry, so we can talk about something else, if you’d like.”

He was silent for a long time. You checked the call to make sure it hadn’t dropped. The seconds ticked away on the call, so he was still there. You waited.

“Just a…rough day.” He said, his tone sounding stressed. “I think I’d rather talk about your day right now.”

“My day?” You questioned, surprised.

He only hummed in response.

“Do you want the play-by-play or the cliff-notes?”

Michael exhaled a ghost of a laugh, “Give me all of it.”

You cleared your throat, “So my alarm went off at 5:20, no! 5:25, and then I got out of bed—”

He laughed, bringing a smile to your lips.

“I have early classes on Thursdays, so I was up earlier than I usually like to be…”

“Night owl?”

“Guilty.” You smiled. “But it was my forensic accounting class, which I’ve been enjoying, so I wasn’t too upset getting out of bed. Add in my morning coffee, and I was a pretty happy camper.” You paused, but he was quiet on the other end. “I had taxation today too, and despite the fact I love the numbers, learning tax law just isn’t my favorite thing.”

“Why do you like it? Accounting?”

“Oh, um,” you paused, deliberating. “I like turning unreadable stuff into a well-crafted report, turn a mess into an easy to read story of a company’s financial history. Plus, numbers are a lot less complicated than human beings.”

There was his quiet laugh again. “Yeah, I can see how that can be true.”

“As a doctor, I can imagine you would.” You were smiling.

“I’ve seen…a lot of complicated people.”

You waited a few moments, but he didn’t elaborate. People were the primary reason you had left the medical field early on in your college career — while you enjoyed being helpful, people could be too overwhelming.

“And my shift today was good, busy and boring, but easy enough.”

As you went on about your day as a payroll clerk (though vague about the company details), Michael was quiet. It was clear he needed the distraction from whatever his day had been. You explained your studying routine with your friends and your love of baking. You got the occasional hum of acknowledgment, but it was clear he just wanted to listen to you talk. You moved from topic-to-topic without complaint, pausing occasionally to make sure he did not want to comment, or change the subject.

It was late when you realized the time: 11:08.

“Michael? I’m sure I could keep going, but I’m not sure you want to hear my opinions on office politics.” Your tone was jesting.

Still no response. Furrowing your brows, you listened silently to the other end.

Small puffs of air, slow and steady, in and out. In. Out. He had fallen asleep.

Your first instinct was to be offended — no telling how long since he had drifted off or how long you had rambled to no one. But then you relaxed. He had clearly needed the distraction from what was going through his head when he first called, enough to quiet his brain. Or perhaps he was just that exhausted. Either way, you did not take it personally, you would have likely been up this late anyways.

You ended the call at two hours and seventeen minutes.

—

Are you available at 9?

You checked your phone when you moved into the living room, dinner cooking in the oven, finding a text from Michael. Per your agreement, you usually talked about once a week. He usually gave late notice, though it usually reflected how bad his day had gotten. Your last talk, however, had only been three days prior.

In addition to the one only days ago, you had talked two additional times since your first, typically at night, where you did most of the talking. You almost found your talks therapeutic; plus you were getting paid to just talk. Though, you wished he talked more — part of you felt like you were taking advantage of the situation and he was barely getting anything out of it.

He had already put money on the prepaid Visa card you had picked up after your first phone conversation. Michael thought the card would be more discreet and confidential than Venmo. The $400 dollars you had agreed on for the month had done wonders with relieving the pressure on making your rent payment.

Erin had encouraged you to set up an online wishlist as well, adding things periodically in case he wanted to buy something extra for you. “As a tip,” Erin had told you, a wide smirk on her face. That same day, Erin had coincidentally brought her new Valentino canvas bag that you were sure cost more than your rent payment. You held off on the wishlist, but you kept a few things in your notes app. Just in case.

You sent him a confirmation that you were fine with nine. He must work late hours. He had said he was a doctor, but you wondered in what specialty or where, but you had never broached the topic. You both valued your privacy when it came to your arraignment, not wanting to muddy the waters.

Surprisingly, he did not call at nine. He was usually pretty punctual when it came to a time he asked for. You waited patiently for several minutes before moving to start some hot water for tea, looking out the window at the rain. You figured to give him a bit of extra time before turning in.

At 9:24, your phone rang. Part of you nearly picked it up on the first ring, but you gave it a few moments before picking up. When you answered, he spoke first.

“Please just talk. About anything.” He sounded out of breath, talking quickly. His tone sounded more stressed than you had heard before.

“Are you alright?” Was your first instinct instead of doing as he asked, standing from your chair at the dining table, mug of tea forgotten.

“Fuck. No, I’m not. Please just talk to me. Your day. Your job. The fucking traffic this morning. Anything,” Your name was so quiet on his tongue, you nearly missed it.

It sounded like a plea.

You swallowed, pulse quickening, before running with it, “This asshole actually cut me off this morning, which considering his bumper stickers, wasn’t all that surprising. No blinker, nothing. I swear, sometimes the subway is less stressful, though I hate the morning crowds.”

Suddenly realizing talking about stressful things might not be the best way to calm him down, you pivoted, pacing across your apartment. Deciding quickly on something boring to most, you began to explain your most recent accounting assignment. How you came up with the financial analysis from the numbers your professor had given, to the tax implications of several of the (fake) business’s decisions. You explained it as best you could in layman's terms, trying not to make the math too complicated, before walking him through your report and your thoughts about how to help the business improve.

You paused long enough to hear his breathing, not quite as ragged but still loud and quick. “I don’t need you to respond, but think of five things you can see.”

Oh this was cliche, but you did not dwell on it.

After a few moments, “Okay, four things you can touch.” You paused, finding four things of your own to ensure he had time. “Now three things you can hear.”

“You.” He croaked, much quieter than he had been. “I can hear you.”

“That’s good. Now two more things.”

“…the rain. The cars outside.”

“Good,” you breathed out. “Two things you can smell?”

He didn’t answer, though his breathing had slowed tremendously from when you had first answered his call. It felt relieving, and you finally made your way to sit on the couch.

“Last is one thing you can taste.”

He let out a long deep breath, but kept whatever it had been to himself.

“Are you okay?” You asked again after a few moments.

“No.” He said. “But I don’t want to talk about it.”

You nearly huffed, but the annoyance was fleeting. You smiled, “I can tell you more about accounting, but most people find it incredibly boring.”

“You seem to really enjoy accounting. Though, I can’t imagine being cooped up in an office all day.”

“Well I wasn’t quite cut out for psychiatry, and I’ve always enjoyed a good spreadsheet.”

“Psychiatry?” He sounded surprised. “That makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“What does that mean?”

“You would’ve been good at it.”

Oh?

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Um, can I interest you in what my professor assigned today or how my manager nearly fucked up payroll this week?”

He cleared his throat, “I’ll take ‘how my manager nearly fucked up today’ for $200, Alex.”

Your lips quirked back up at the Jeopardy reference, trying to shake off the feeling his praise had given you. With a long sigh, you rubbed your fingers along your hairline.

“He messed up the new employee’s tax deductions by misclassifying his title. When he backtracked to fix it, he cleared out the entire category — thankfully I caught it when I was putting my own numbers in for the small team I oversee.” You told him, looking at her nails. “Led to quite a frustrating day.”

Despite the fact that it had led to quite a hectic start to your workday, adding several tasks that interrupted you workflow, you felt mildly pathetic knowing his day had clearly been so much worse. You tried not to compare, your days had just as much value as his, but it was still a creeping feeling in your gut.

You continued on after a beat of silence on his end. Fixing the problem hadn’t necessarily been the issue — it was redoing every employee's numbers that led to your annoyance. That, and the lack of accountability from your manager.

Time ticked on, Michael only adding in his thoughts here and there, mostly staying quiet.

He coughed awkwardly during a lull in your conversation, “Uh, thank you for tonight.”

Beginning to feel your exhaustion, you smiled tiredly. “No thanks necessary.”

“Goodnight,” there was your name again.

“Goodnight, Michael.”

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Cold Carrots

Warnings: trouble/mentions of infertility, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of menstrual cycles, Law being an overprotective wacko lol FLUFF and maybe some ANGST

Summary: more dad headcanons

🥕 So everyone in these Headcanons had a smooth run but why not make it more realistic!

🥕 So despite his devil fruit what if he struggled with weak and low sperm count. Both of you banging raw for yearssss!

🥕 When you tell him you're pregnant all he replies with is a simple "I know. You missed your period weeks ago" So much for a cutesy announcement lol

🥕 Yes Law is beyond ecstatic but because of his weak sperm he tries to remain neutral incase of the sad chance your child doesn't last in the womb.

🥕 But your unborn child has your strong will and his stubborn attitude and takes wonderfully.

🥕 Because this is the first time his sperm has actually took expect him to be super OVERPROTECTIVE!!

🥕 Honestly you should've known that he knew you were pregnant since he didn't let you out of his sight.

🥕He needs CONSTANT reassurance that you and the baby are okay. He worries double than the usual amount

🥕 Works harder but less if that makes sense lol

🥕Like the man will not pause for food breaks just to finish as much as possible so he can hurry up and get back to you

🥕BUTTTT!!! You have prenatal anxiety which causes you to forget to eat which makes him remember to eat so that you eat lol (that's a mouthful lol)

🥕 Will make you the most nutritious foods, snacks, teas and drinks all throughout the day

🥕 Since he knows the human body well, him and Zoro are massage kings. Except unlike Zoro he won't get handsy as fast lol

🥕 Does all the ultrasounds and checkups don't even tell him no or he'll throw a fit lol

🥕 Best believe he delivers his own baby lol

🥕 When the baby is delivered and he feels the weight of his little bundle of joy in his arms he finally gives a sigh of relief.

🥕 After you have the first hour of skin to skin as mother and child then Law will also do the same knowing that it's also important for father and child as well for bonding.

🥕Will totally slip the baby inside of his sweater against his bare chest and zip it up to keep the baby warm

🥕If you so much as see a tear leave his eyes then no you didn't lol

🥕 If you do mention the tears then he'll come up with some sassy response, "Oh please of course I'm crying it's a biological response when one holds their own child from the first time."

🥕 I can see his favorite picture of the baby would be when you fall asleep the first night shes born and the baby opens her eyes to stare at him.

🥕 Even though she first opened her eyes to look at Law he will deny it just so he can see your excitement in the morning when the baby looks at you and you think it's the first time

🥕 As much as he likes being right there's some things that aren't worth debating especially seeing how happy you looked when you shed some tears at her pretty eyes opening

🥕 Since his sperm was weak he wouldn't expect another kid, nor would he think it was possible so he would be one of those parents to make all the little crafts.

🥕 Paintings with the baby's hands and feet, or the ceramics of her feet that you hang on the wall or his desk all sorts of things.

🥕 Has a bunch of pictures of you and the baby but probably has more with her and Bepo lol they're just so cute lol

🥕 Bepo will take the baby for naps so you and Law can have a moment to relax and since the baby thinks Bepo is a walking blanket you both have no issues with him and your child

🥕 Law is supportive if you breastfeed or if you need formula for the baby but if you do breastfeed he will share a bunch of recipes that help with production.

🥕If you just pump and don't breastfeed then he will take over all nighttime feedings for you with no worry.

🥕Diaper changing is easy for the man, any bodily fluids will be no match for the pirate surgeon

🥕 Would totally bring the baby with him into his office so you could rest or do whatever it is you want to do

🥕 Prioritizes your mental health probably the most out of all the girl dads because he understands the chemical response that pregnancy and hormones can cause.

🥕 LOVES your changed body but if you ever feel insecure he will know all the right exercises that will help you get fit will also preventing strain on your body that just endured labor.

🥕 He's always had issues of when to call an end to his work and go to you in bed but now he doesn't mind leaving his office to cuddle you and his baby to sleep.

🥕Follows all the rules of when and what to introduce your baby. Will only pick the best fruits and vegetables to offer to her

🥕 Will panic like you've never seen before when months pass and shes not eating any food for him. He tries everything, even going against his own wishes of adding a sprinkle of sugar to some carrots that he made

🥕 Totally wants to give up and wait another year until shes ready but one morning walks into the kitchen to see you feeding your daughter carrots.

🥕 "Don't worry Law it just takes some trail and error." You tell him and he gasps in shock. "How! How did you?" Law will ask as he watches your daughter smile and babble away. You laugh and explain that she only likes her veggies cold, no matter the sugar he adds to them it still doesn't compare to the yummy taste of it being chilled. "Guess she's like me. I lovvvve cold carrots." You laugh and Law will smile as he looks at the both of you. Yeah she was definitely like you.

🥕 Will sneak a picture of you feeding the baby for the first time that she actually enjoys it, her smile wide and toothless, skin orange with mashed carrots smeared all over, chunky fingers wiggling in happiness.

🥕 It was moments like these that he didn't mind one bit not being King of the Pirates

🥕 Teaches your daughter to read early on and is excited to see how smart she is.

🥕 First word is totally Bepo lol dont fight me on this

🥕Next word is 'captain' for sure lol can totally see her looking at Law and being like "Captain!" Law's face would pale as you and the crew burst out laughing. "Dammit." He'll sigh as he runs a hand along his face as you pat his back

🥕 Will try to play it cool when she finally shouts a happy 'daddy' upon seeing him after he leaves for a few days. You and Bepo would deny that you constantly said it all day for days lol

🥕 You will catch him in his office having conversations with her but its just random babbles mixed in with a few words that she's learned lol "Baba dada bado dobadee daddy" Law would push up his reading glasses with a head nod and write in his note pad as if he's taking down notes like a therapist. "Then what happened dear." He'll say back and it would take everything in your power not to burst out laughing as you hear her continue on.

🥕 Will try and help with her hair and outfit choices but he has no fashion sense when it comes to his princess. Her hair will look like a rats net but he makes up for it with cute accessories that he buys her.

🥕 Will leave the outfits to you but takes control of the training

🥕 Without a doubt buys her play doctor sets after he gave her a real set and discovered the horror of all her dolls being pried open as if she was preforming heart surgery.

🥕 Plays doctor with her as much as possible "Daddy tweezers!" "Yes doctor. Tweezers!" "Scalpel!" "Scalpel doctor!" Her gasp as she performs her surgery makes you hold in a giggle. "Gauze! Gauze stat! We have a torn artery!" Law wants to jump for joy at her naming correct organs and tools but takes his role as a doctor seriously even if it is playtime. "I'll page the other doctors right away."

🥕 Gets her a lab coat lol

🥕 Your daughter takes to all thinks medicine and Law just eats it up lol

🥕 Since they live on the submarine your daughter also turns out to love marine life which Law fuels her passion of course by getting her as many books as he can. He thinks she'll be a vet but he doesn't worry as long as she's happy and flourishing.

🥕 Your daughter gets his brains, your strong willed attitude and Law's stubborn spunk which makes for a whirlwind as she gets older.

🥕 When your daughter gets her period he will literally put a hand to your shoulder and say , "Don't worry I got this."

🥕 Will have no issue with the menstrual cycle/ puberty discussion UNTIL he mentions how often it happens

🥕 You'll walk back in hearing lots of crying and see Law in a panic lol "I know it sucks baby but the cool thing is~ daddy will buy you all the chocolate, ice cream and steak you want!"

🥕 Every bathroom on the Polar Tang is stocked lol even gives his little girl an emergency kit in a cute discreet bag

🥕 Will teach your daughter to use a sword but its not her thing unfortunately

🥕 As his daughter studies all her books she will snack on cold carrots and other raw vegetables and still it makes Law smile remembering his little baby.

🥕 When his daughter is around 13 you announce that you 're pregnant with another and Law practically faints. It was a miracle to have his daughter with his weak sperm but now years later you give him another miracle?! Yeah expect him to pass out.

🥕 Your daughter totally gets jealous hearing that she'll have to share her father. Then enters the MOODY TEEN PHASE.

🥕 Despite her moody attitude to your pregnancy Law tries his hardest to always be there for the both of you.

🥕 His usual office buddy now holes herself up in her room but Law will knock on her door with a plate of her favorite veggies "Hey princess. I brought you a snack and a new book I thought you'd like it." As stubborn as she is she can't say no to her father she loves him too much

🥕 Those stubborn guards around her heart will crumble when she holds her little brother for the first time.

🥕 As much as Law and you want to hold the baby you have to pry it from her hands lol that's her baby now

🥕 (sidenote if your teens aren't compassionate for their family members then I feel sad for y'all 😭 cause my teenage nieces and nephews are the sweetest ppl you'll ever meet)

🥕 Your daughter will be caught holding her brother every chance she gets. Feeding him and dressing him up but will totally pass the baby off to her dad when it's time for a diaper change

🥕 Law now has two office buddy's lol

🥕 Totally gets her brother to like cold Carrots too and as she feeds her baby brother with a 13 year age difference, Law can't help but snap a photo to add to his collection

🥕 Law didn't think he'd have a son 13 years after his daughter but he definitely didn't think that same son would go and marry one of Kid's daughters

🥕 Totally gets backed into an alliance with Luffy and Eustass but what can you do?

When you have little carrot cuties as adorable as his how can you say no to anything that involves them?

[diushek]

I started writing something new because I'm not in control of my life :B

In front of him, the boy who introduced himself as Shen Liangqing and who looks identical to Shen Qingqiu (except for his eyes: they are dark, intense, and his eyebrows are straighter than arched and thicker, a form that makes his elegant face more handsome in a fierce than haughty way) smiles with a sweet, false innocence. Oh, he has dimples, something that frames his youthful beauty as something wilder than just elegant neatness.

“Suppose this master believes you” Shen Qingqiu says, letting out an exasperated sigh. He feels cornered; is obviously the one with the most power in the situation just because no teenager—with the exception of the Protagonist of course—would have more power than an Immortal Master, even with the Without-a-cure in his veins. But… he feels unexpectedly weak. The boy smiles like a very sly cat, and that makes him even more uncomfortable for reasons Shen Qingqiu can't understand. “Wouldn’t Liangqing be changing his own future by telling this master all this? Wouldn’t it be risky for Liangqing?”

The boy blinks with a sweet, false innocence. His eyes widen, just a little exaggeratedly, in a clearly theatrical manner. Shen Qingqiu can see the shadow of something familiar there before his heart constricts enough for that to look away, barely breathing.

Or, Shen Qingqiu wakes up on a normal day almost three years after being forced to throw Luo Binghe into the Abyss, and finds a teenager knocking on his door. A teenager who tells him that he is his son, that he comes from the future, and that his only goal is to avoid as much of his suffering as possible. And he insists a lot that Luo Binghe does not hate him.

This young boy may be from the future, but what the hell is that!! Of course Luo Binghe hates him!! He's destined to hate him, to exact revenge for all the humiliations of his youth and turn Shen Qingqiu into a human stick!! ... Boy, why are you banging your face on the table? Are you okay...?

[sincerely-sofie]

Sofie Liveblogs Super Mystery Dungeon: Part 1

Obby got assigned Riolu by the powers that be. We're the world's most basic couple.

OOOOOOO LORE. I SAW THAT METEORITE FOLLOWED BY DEOXYS APPEARING

The world is so prettyyyyy :3

Oh noooooooo I'm a pikachu.......... Oh nooooo how tragic... how utterly horrifying..............

I just got here and I'm already being assaulted.

THERE HE IS. THERE'S THE MAN I'M GOING TO PUT THROUGH SO MUCH ANGST.

Look at him. Look how proud he is of the hero. I am attached already

Headcanoning the hero as being a teenager makes this line very funny to me

NUZLEAF IS THE FIRST ONE TO FIND OUT THE HERO HAS AMNESIA AND USED TO BE A HUMAN??????

Someone take away his "Hot diggity" privileges. Nuzleaf is going to get me to start using that phrase.

"Oh I bet that path leads out of this dungeon!" *immediately gets us stuck in a dead end*

I love the idea of Nuzleaf being a horrible judge of character / direction. His gut always leads him astray. I love this idiot.

EXCUSE ME??????????????????? HE'S JUST DITCHING ME?????????? SIR I AM AN INFANT???????????????????????????

GET LOST YOU JERK

THE MAN IS ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES APOLOGIZING TO THIS SASSY LOST CHILD I'M DYING LAUGHING

"Take pity on me" I will. You are incredibly pitiful.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO---

Oh my word. I know it's probably just a matter of Pokemon not having the most elaborate interiors, but Nuzleaf's house is every bit as bad in terms of decor and furnishing as Twig's place.

This man hecking knows why I was attacked. I can feel it in my bones.

HE'S TELLING ME NOT TO WARN OTHERS ABOUT THE BEHEEYEM THAT ATTACKED ME. HE KNOWS. HE'S TRYING TO KEEP ME QUIET. It's okay though I still love him <3

HE JUST MET ME AND HE'S ALREADY ENROLLING ME IN SCHOOL. MOVE OVER DUSKNOIR, THERE'S A NEW SINGLE FATHER IN TOWN

I just saw what I thought was another of the Beheeyem outside and my first instinct was to go out and check. The hero in this game is an idiot I love them

... Yeah. That's about how i saw Obby when we first met up in person too.

HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF ADOPTION, RIOLU OBBY. RIOBBY, IF YOU WILL.

Oh wait no. This is a dig at Nuzleaf, isn't it.

They really like their accents in this game, huh.

Riobby is the most stereotypically ADHD-coded character ever and I am HERE for it

*POINTS LOUDLY* first cameo spotted!!!!!!

Sofiechu's special ability is looking like a twelve year old apparently.

SHELMET LOOKS SO DOOFY I LOVE 'EM

GOOMY IS SUCH A SOPPING WET CREATURE I LOVE HIM

Sofiechu is grounded. I'm calling it

NUZLEAF HAS WON ME OVER AGAIN BY BEING AN IDIOT DAD. IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN NUZLEAF

I'm gonna call it good here for now! Next time, we'll be going to school. Yay(?)

[11queensupreme11]

OKAY I GOT MORE STUFF ABOUT THE KIDS!!!

these are ENTIRELY about beelcy babies btw! some are just domains and some are personality and/or domains!

luke's domains (i had A LOT of fun with these lmao): god of betrayal, thievery, chaos, hatred, broken oaths, and destruction.

do these domains.... remind you of a certain someone????? 😜

nephazor's domains: god of corruption, moral decay, sins and vices, sacrilege, and deception

DO NOT TRUST THIS BITCH. HE IS A FUGLY SLUT.

he is the most beautiful beelcy baby with the most angelic appearance ever. dude LITERALLY looks like an angel; he's got the pure white wings, golden halo, and everything!

but like his domains imply, appearances are deceiving! he is pure evil! (but then again, which beelcy baby isn't 💀). he thrives off of corrupting the innocent. everyone has desires that they keep at bay; like maybe they want to really steal that rare pearl necklace, or maybe they want to kiss that really cute girl, or maybe they hate that one teacher SO MUCH.... but ofc, they never act out on it! cuz they have morals. stealing's bad, kissing someone without their consent is bad, murder is bad. but he makes people the worst versions of themselves by turning them into thieves, rapists, killers, etc. etc.

and he LOVES it. it's his entertainment. he especially loves taking things slow without using his powers by "befriending" a human or an unsuspecting god (or becoming their lover by seducing them). putting on some false charm, makes them lower their guard. he's the perfect friend or the perfect lover. when things go bad for the victim, he'll help them by guiding them to the "right" path ("your friend was in the wrong, you were right to lash out" "you need the money, don't you? just take it from her, i'll help" "he's drunk, he won't remember if you sneak in a little kiss or two", etc), and slowly but surely bringing them to the very end where they do the one act that they can never come back from. fun, right? 💖

anyway, he's another incest freak LMAO. he loves his precious little mother 💖💖💖 his mother's just soooo innocent and sweet. it's cute really. he can't decide if he wants to ruin it or savor it 💖💖 and his sweet mother's just so fun for him to tease! it's especially funny whenever he tries to endear to her and she sees right through it, calls him out, but still continues to love him.

and she's just full of SO many dark desires. he can feel it. her anger, desperation, and pain. it's so delicious, especially when she lashes out at him when she senses him trying to bring those parts of her out and then apologizes profusely for yelling at him 💖💖💖💖

azerathiel's domains: goddess of propagation, childbirth, and motherhood. known as the "mother of monsters".

as you can tell from the domains, she's a mother, AND THEREFORE PERCY'S NOW A GRANDMAAAAAA LMAO 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

anyway, i got the idea from her pic. she's looking like she's hatching from a weird... flesh egg thing, so i got this idea of her asexually reproducing tons of evil little monsters from her body and laying them amongst her weird fleshy parts/appendages where they stay until they hatch.

so yup, percy and beelzebub now got THOUSANDS of evil lil grandbabies 🥺

anyway, she's a very family oriented goddess (duh). she's very protective and doting to her children and azerathiel's the third-born beelcy baby so she's protective over her younger siblings too 💖

but that's IT lmao. that tender side of her is reserved ONLY for her family and family only. she is ruthless to those she considers outsiders and if one were to kill one of her children -- her younger babies are weak enough for particularly strong humans in hell to kill them -- she would lose her mind from grief and destroy said killer. she'd be genuinely distraught to 💔 because humans HAVE killed one of her newborn babies, she absolutely HATES humanity.

(demons and other gods in helheim know better than to touch azerathiel's children, but humans who get hunted down by them, kill out of self-defense, not that she cares lol)

also now that i think about it, she might be the least evil out of the beelcy kids.... literally she's just out there trying to raise her babies 😭

tzammaroth's domains: god of domination, conquest (just like his gruncle adamas!), control, war, and oppression

honestly, the domains were inspired by the meaning of his name which is apparently "crowned in the blood of kings"

extremely arrogant, hedonistic, selfish, egocentric, possessive, and downright cruel and controlling. he radiates with the aura of a leader, but he is NOT the sort of leader you'd want to have. if one were to imagine dictators, mad kings, and tyrants, tzammaroth's the first face to appear!

his presence in midgard causes countries to fall to ruin and once benevolent leaders to spiral down to tyranny.

he acts like he's the first born when he's actually the 9th born. he bosses his siblings around (even the ones older than him lol). he's the god of domination after all, he's gotta assert his authority over them! just cuz they're his family doesn't mean he can't treat them like they're his subjects!

the only people he doesn't dare to control are his father and his mother. he did, however, try to use his powers to control his father, but um... that did not end well 💀 LMAO. and as for his mother, he actually cares for her so he doesn't use his powers on her. hell, he doesn't even try to boss her around 💖

he is also an incest freak. he's the god of domination meaning he wants to dom his mommy in bed

UM ANYWAY--

rozaltha's domains: obsession, love, and marriage 💖💖💖💖💖

barekith's domains: god of voracity (yes... i got the title from hsr too)

sadly, i don't have much of a personality for him yet 😭 i got 2 different versions so i haven't decided which one i wanna pick for him 💔

vorvexion's domains: god of lies, strategy, manipulation, and knowledge

this is the one named after anthonius btw! no personality for him yet sorry..... 💔

ursula's domains: god of the sea and the drowned

no personality for him yet but that's his monster form up there lol. i'm sure you understand now why percy named him "ursula" 😂

ygatha's domains: goddess of pain, torture, suffering, and the forsaken

SHE IS AN INCEST FREAK FOR HER MOTHER LMAOOOOO

okay, first off, she is a sadist AND a masochist. as you can tell from her domains, she thrives off of pain and suffering, either from herself or from others (but mostly from others teehee 💖)

now where does her mommy come in?

well.... take a look at her domains.... pain, torture, suffering, and the forsaken......... very very percy coded 💔

ygatha can sense how much pain her mother's in. percy was stolen from her original universe, all her loved ones are gone and dead, she's been raped by her own husbands and forcefully married to them, she was forced to have thousands of children, etc. etc. OF FUCKING COURSE percy would be suffering!!!!!!!

and ygatha can feel her agony and torment, and it's absolutely addicting to her. her mother's suffering is so delicious to her, she gets turned on just from the thought of it, literally fingers herself in dark corners of the castle cuz it just arouses her sooooo much 😋

she daydreams about telling her mother all about her naughty thoughts. would her mother hit her? beat her? fuck her as a punishment? those scenarios excite her. or would she break down into tears of disgust, her pain worsening at the thought of her own daughter deriving pleasure from her torment??? that's another scenario that excited her too! 💖💖💖💖💖

sharzumel's domains: god of spiders, souls, and death

(i picked spiders because his name means "the web-spinning trickster" lol)

you know how gods have sacred animals? instead of a sacred animal, he has a sacred insect: the spider (cuz duh!)

anyway, that's all i have for him 💔 no personality yet. i do plan on finding a cool spider monster form for him tho. also, i specifically wanted a spider related god cuz imagine poor percy giving birth to a child who's basically anthonius' greatest fear 💔💔💔💔

(beelzebub was definitely partying in his head tho)

yoriel's domains: god of insanity, mentality, and psyche

these were inspired by the meaning of his name "god's unravelling". it kinda gave me a "fall from grace" "descent to madness" sorta vibe!

his appearance is like a twisted version of nephazor's! while nephazor has white wings and a golden halo, yoriel has black feathered wings and a dark halo covered in thorns; and both the wings and halo are always dripping with red mortal blood!

his presence drives people from gods to mortals to the brink of insanity, but he prefers to mentally break people by himself without going the insta-crazy route lol. like nephazor, he's a patient boy who likes to take his time with things 💖 there's no rush after all, he's VERY good at making people lose their minds

he loves frequenting up in midgard. his favorite hobby to do is to pose as a midgardian therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist (he has many jobs related to mental health) and then slowly making clients worse 😭

percy is so sick of his ass 💀 every time she finds out yoriel's there, she marches right up to midgard, goes straight to one of his MANY offices and the secretary's like "sir, your little sister is here to see you" AHSFEHBV 😭😭😭😭 and he's just thinking "aw shit it's my mother again 😨"

anyway, he's another incest freak for his mother 💀

zebuloth's domains: god of insects, infestation, fear and terror, and plagues.

HAVE YOU GUYS PLAYED THE GAME "STILL WAKES THE DEEP"?!?!?! okay zebuloth was SLIGHTLY inspired by the monster in there. sorta. lowkey. just a bit. anyway, in the game, there's this crazy sea monster that attacks and infected the humans on this oil rig, and the humans go crazy and start attacking/infecting other humans. they're kinda like zombies, but less mindless -- they CAN speak somewhat.

anyway, zebuloth can mpreg himself with lil baby zebuloths (hence, "god of infestation"). more grandbabies for beelie and percy 💖

and those babies can go on to infect humans, nymphs, fae, satyrs, lesser gods and demons, basically ANY SPECIES, and take over them kinda like a parasite. the worst part is that the host is still somewhat conscious -- they can't control their bodies, but they can somewhat speak and still see the horrible shit their bodies are being forced to do (kill their loved ones, eat their loved ones, etc.)

yeah zebuloth's basically like those monsters in horror games 😭

zarabeth's domains: goddess of famine (might add more idk)

her domains were inspired by her name meaning "the barren harvest"

i don't have a personality for her yet, but i can explain her appearance at least. she has multiple "heads", but instead of like... an actual head with a nose, lips, and eyes, it's those red mouths you see in the picture. yes, MOUTHS. she has mouths for heads lol.

[dungeoncrawlingwithoutprotection]

How the hell did you get lost? How the fucking hell did you get lost this time? You'd been hiking on the mountain more times than you could feasibly count but this is the time you get lost beyond recognition?

It just wasn't fair. After a long day spent hiking, thinking you would be back home before dark; yet here you were unable to tell which way was forward anymore. Sinking to the ground, wanting so badly to kick your legs, cry, scream, and tear up the grass in angry fistfuls; you knew it wouldn't help in the slightest. You knew you needed to conserve your energy, to keep walking and looking for a way out of here.

But you also didn't feel like it.

Exhausted from a day of hiking, you pulled your legs closer in a loose hug, resting your forehead against your knees. The hopelessness slowly draining the last of your battery, having noticed the sky getting dark but not being able to tell where the sun was setting. You dozed off before you could think to stop yourself.

Lightly snoring and ignoring your surroundings despite the heavy footfalls approaching. Not noticing a single thing as a towering figure emerged from the rapidly darkening forest around you, not until a sharp pain in the middle of your scalp made you jump.

Even through blurry eyes, you could see just how massive the figure was, not even scrambling back would allow you to look up at it properly.

You've never seen a troll this big before...

Despite the initial shock, despite your reaction, he bent over awkwardly in front of you, reaching out slightly.

"You okay?" His voice was deep, gravely but his Human was broken, to say the least, "Not hurt? Lost?"

Swallowing the dry lump in throat, half nerves half waking throat, "Y-yeah. I'm okay. And lost, I don't-"

You blinked several times at the outstretched hand, it was clear how gentle he was trying to be.

"Me help." He grunted, nearly lifting you off the ground, "Come."

He... wasn't giving you a choice. He wouldn't let go of your hand as he trudged through the forest. Sure, he was able to break through most of the foliage in your way, but you had to trot just to keep up! And while you were still so damned tired too...

But you couldn't help whining as he tugged you along. It felt like your arm was going to pop out of socket, each second left your shoulder feeling worse and worse. You felt yourself counting footsteps as a distraction... anything to get your mind off your exhaustion and possible injury.

Though just as you were going to speak up, he stopped. Rubbing your arm, squeezing your own shoulder as you looked around; realizing you were in a cave of some sort, likely his. It left an awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Not that you were against monster fuckers, being one yourself; but you weren't on this mountain looking for a date. Let alone being almost forcibly abducted into someone's home for god only knows what.

Though that might just be the stress of the day talking.

Before you could fully gather your thoughts, the mountain troll you'd followed had lit a fire. He turned to you, gesturing to the fire repeatedly. You couldn't make out the expression on his face, but you didn't feel as if he had any kind of malicious intent. Yet you still frowned, slightly confused as you moved closer to the fire; checking over your shoulder before sitting near the fire.

That seemed to be what he wanted though, turning on his heel to do... something. You just turned to the fire, nothing was off as far as you could tell so there was no reason to watch him. Though it was weird how little he tried talking to you, even as you considered that he just wasn't confident in his Human.

Or that he was just that isolated...

Either were complete options, ones that you weren't entirely equipped to think through right now. The short nap in the middle of the mountain forest did very little to combat your emotional and physical exhaustion. Propping yourself up with one leg, you could feel the gentle tug of sleep on your eyelids as you gazed into the fire.

But before you could get too comfortable, there was a large clank very close to you. Jolting with your eyes flying wide open, the mountain troll had set a large cauldron over the fire. It was a giant, tall legged cauldron that hovered nicely over the fire. Somehow he had the vessel mostly filled before he moved it over the fire and curiosity got the better of you.

Leaning over on your toes to see what was even in there, you barely registered how the top of your head was just under his fifth rib. But before you could get a good look at the contents of the cauldron, the troll lifted you by the shoulders, placing you a couple feet away from the fire.

"Not safe." He grunted, "Stay back."

"I was just trying to see what was in the pot." You blurted without thinking, "I'm not used to seeing monsters cook like this. Most of them stick to roasting everything."

It took a few seconds for your brain to catch up as you and the troll slow blinked at each other.

"Not that I'm judging." You continued, "I just wasn't expecting something like this."

"What?" He tilted his head, "Uh... say? What say?"

"Oh... uh... nothing." You looked away, "Not important."

He really didn't understand Human at all. At least not enough to carry on a conversation. Despite that, he continued tossing vegetables into the cauldron. All you could do was watch as he prepped whatever he was cooking, it had to be soup given how late it was. If it was stew of some sort then you were in a little trouble. At least if he intended for you to stick around for the result...

But you had to be patient. That was the easiest part somehow, given how he wasn't paying much attention to you at all. Only enough to keep you from harm it seemed. And so you made it a little easier for him as well, sitting back down at a safe distance and propping up one leg. Once again nodding off to the soft sounds of someone cooking.

And once again being woken up just before you were fully asleep; prodded awake and being offered a bowl of soup. It took you a few seconds to blink yourself awake enough to accept it, though it did smell quite good. Tasted good too as you sipped the broth, having no utensils made it nearly impossible to eat the veggies without biting the edge of the bowl. As awkward as it felt, you noticed your troll companion doing the exact same.

It was peaceful, especially since he wasn't doing anything to make a move on you. The only thing he did was keep offering you soup, though you were full after the first bowl. Though you were still concerned about your inability to communicate with him effectively, that could become a serious problem by morning.

"Stay... uh night?" He gestured forcibly, pointing at the ground, "Not safe" as he pointed outside.

"I know." You nodded, "I will need to leave in the morning."

While you struggled to gesture what you were saying, he seemed to understand a little. Though he still tugged you over to a corner of the cave, clearly his bed. Not accepting any form of protest, insisting on you laying next to him. The first thing you desperately wanted to get away from, yet it too was harmless. While he was cuddling you, it was purely innocent. His gangly arms wrapped loosely around you, almost as a protective measure.

It surprised you how easy it was to fall asleep after everything.

[blitzwhore]

Okay so I'm here from the writing prompts.

Number 43: Giving them a piggy back ride.

Stolas and Blitzø.

I like this prompt because I feel like it's unusual and it's more interesting to come up with a scenario that would involve it. Like it could be really funny and/or really wholesome.

Thank you so much for the prompt! Today I bring you: wholesome crack 😂

Stolitz | 1.7k | Teen and Up | Fluff, Humor, post-Sinsmas, Blitz and Stolas are in love; they're also a little bit stupid | read on AO3 or below:

“Stooooolaaaaaasss!” 

Blinking up from the smut he was in the middle of writing, Stolas watched as an unusually excited Blitz, followed by his employees, jumped through a portal and into the office—and immediately face-planted on the floor. 

Stolas squawked in dismay, but Blitz quickly straightened, a wide smile on his face and a glint of mischief in his eyes as he pointed a finger at Stolas. “You,” Blitz announced. “I need you, birdie. And everyone else, too. Emergency meeting, everyone!” 

“Sir, there’s no need to shout, we’re literally all here,” Moxxie grumbled before Stolas could ask Blitz what he was talking about. “And please tell me we aren’t actually going through with this?”

Blitz turned to the smaller imp, hands on his hips like an annoyed parent. 

“Don’t you dare try to kill my buzz, Moxx. ‘Sides, you’re not the one who’s gonna be getting your shoes dirty, are ya?” 

Stolas swore he could hear the grinding of Moxxie’s teeth all the way from his desk.

“Um,” Stolas tentatively tried to intervene. 

“Come on, honey, it’ll be fun!” said Millie, who was covered in about as much human blood as was usual for her and buzzing like an excited child. When her husband grumbled, she stepped closer to him and twirled a finger on his chest. “Do it for me?” 

Moxxie, apparently weak to the power of Millie’s doe eyes, finally nodded. 

“Hell, yeah!” Millie cheered. 

“Uh…” Stolas tried again, to no avail. 

“Ugh,” Loona muttered to the side, “remind me again why the fuck I put up with you guys?”

“Everyone shut the fuck up and get your asses here. Stolas!” Blitz turned to him. When he noticed the confusion on his face, though, Blitz walked around the table and took Stolas’ hands in his own, pulling him to his feet. “C’mon, pretty bird, we have some red asses to beat to death.” 

Weak to the way Blitz’s voice softened when addressing him, Stolas went, even though he had no idea what in Hell he was signing up for. 

“You too, Looney!” Blitz hollered as he opened a new portal using his tongue, his hand still busy holding Stolas’. “Someone’s gotta film this shit so I got proof we ran circles around M&M!” 

“For fuck’s sake…” 

Stolas was pretty sure Loona grumbled something else, but Blitz was already pulling him through the portal and right to the top of a hill in the human world. He hadn’t had time to grab his jacket, but the weather was luckily quite nice, even if Stolas could feel the cold dampness of the grass clinging to his claws. 

The hill wasn’t too tall, the bottom of it within walkable distance, and the forest that stretched out below was painted with the vibrant colors of spring. Some towns were visible in the distance, but there seemed to be no humans within their vicinity. 

“... Yeah, this is a terrible idea,” Loona said, and Moxxie’s subsequent nod had Stolas believing her words wholeheartedly. If there was one thing he’d learned over the past few months, it was that Moxxie and Loona were never in agreement with one another; not unless the matter was life-or-death. 

Blitz and Millie seemed oblivious to Loona and Moxxie’s exchange, focused as they were on their own. They were holding one another’s gaze, grinning wickedly as their tails slashed playfully behind them. 

“First pair to make it to the bottom wins?” Blitz shot. 

“Losers have to clean the toilet for a month,” Millie declared. 

“Deal.” 

“I swear to…” Moxxie mumbled, pinching his frown in exasperation. Loona just huffed and stared at her phone, and in the millisecond of silence that followed, Stolas finally managed to intervene. 

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” he said, all eyes turning to him, “but would anyone care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?” 

Blitz offered him a proud—and, frankly, incredibly sexy—grin. “A piggyback race, of course!” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You heard the boss,” Millie added, “losing couple cleans the bathroom for a month!” 

“And we can’t let those dainty fingers of yours get dirty,” Blitz interjected, “so hop on and let’s wipe the floor with these two!” 

“... I’m sorry,” Stolas said, fervently wishing he’d misunderstood. “A piggyback race… downhill?” 

“Thank you!” said Moxxie from behind him. Loona said nothing, but Stolas was almost certain she was already recording.

Stolas just gaped. First at Blitz, who smiled brilliantly up at him, mirth shining in his beautiful eyes; and then at Moxxie, who—despite his complaints—didn’t stop Millie from hoisting him up onto her back. 

Stolas barely had time to throw the smaller imp an unimpressed look. A moment later, his attention was back on Blitz, who had bent his knees and spread his arms wide right by his side. 

“Well? Hop on, big bird!” 

Stolas blinked down at Blitz, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. Moxxie was absolutely correct in that this was an outrageously stupid idea, but… there was just something about being in Blitz’s arms, and it was oh, so rare for him to have a chance to do such a thing… Despite his reservations, Stolas found himself approaching Blitz carefully, hand on his shoulder as he figured out the logistics of this. 

“Um…” he mumbled, and raised a leg. Blitz chuckled at his reluctance, and caught it, standing closer to hold it against his waist. 

“Gimme the other one, birdie,” he said, and Stolas couldn’t help a little squawk as he lifted his other leg off the ground and wrapped his arms tightly around Blitz’s shoulders to keep himself upright. “Great! Everyone ready?!” 

Stolas was not ready, thank you very much. His heart fluttered in his chest as he felt Blitz’s strong arms clench around his thighs and his broad back press against his stomach. He was way too big for Blitz to carry, surely—his legs a hindrance where they dangled before them, his body just too tall to keep upright. 

He seemed to be the only one harboring such reservations, because Millie just bellowed, “Hell yeah!” wasting no time before saying, “on your marks…” 

Blitz leaned forward and hoisted him up a bit, making Stolas hoot.

“Get set…” 

Oh, fuck, this is actually happening, was all that Stolas had time to think before Millie yelled—

“GO!”

Blitz bolted downhill, running faster than seemed physically possible. 

“Bliii-iiiiiitz!!!!!” Stolas screeched, holding on for dear life as he bounced on Blitz’s back, his long legs swinging wildly in the air.  

Blitz roared with laughter, loud and bombastic as he bent forward to gain momentum, and oh, Lucifer, they were going so fast, too fast. 

“The rock, mind the rock!!!” Stolas yelped as he dug his talons into Blitz’s shoulders. Blitz just cackled madly and jumped over the damn thing, leaping forward at a speed that had Stolas screeching loud enough that the sound echoed sharply around them. 

With the wind rushing past and his own terrified yelps ringing in his ears, Stolas was only distantly aware of Moxxie’s cries and Millie’s mad cackling. He couldn’t tell who was winning, or how close they were to the bottom of the hill. All he knew was they seemed to miraculously be holding on and not dying, which was more than he could've honestly hoped for. 

“See!” Blitz said over his shoulder, and the brilliant, beautiful smile he directed at Stolas had him grinning helplessly in return. “Told ya we’d beat the shit out of their perky red assss—shhiiii-IIIIIIIITTT!!!” 

Stolas barely registered the twisting pain as his claw caught on the ground. A moment later, none of their limbs were on the ground, the both of them flying forward instead.

It seemed like a lifetime went by before they hit the ground in a heap of limbs and horns and tails, and Stolas screeched as they rolled speedily downhill, trying to hold on to Blitz, convinced they were plummeting toward their demise—

And then they stopped. It was so sudden it knocked the air from Stolas’ lungs, and for a long moment, he could only look up at Blitz, whose tail was wrapped tightly around his waist. One of Blitz’s hands was cupping the feathered back of his head, the other digging deep into the dirt to stop their fall. 

Blitz gaped down at him, his eyes impossibly big with concern, his sole focus on Stolas. And maybe they were both wet, and beaten, and covered in mud—but his Blitz looked straight out of a fantasy, and Stolas laughed, shocked and breathless and in love. 

And then he kept laughing. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t bring himself to stop, and soon there were tears prickling in his eyes, his lungs stuttering with the absurdness of it all. That this was his life; that they were both such idiots. That somehow, Blitz never failed to make him feel this stupidly fucking happy.

Though Blitz’s eyes shone with amusement as well, he did eventually untangle himself from Stolas, sitting back on the damp grass. “You okay there, Stols?” he asked, giving his hand a squeeze. 

But Stolas couldn’t speak. He was pretty sure he’d lost ten years of his life as well as half his feathers during that fall, and his legs and arms were scraped and in pain, but his chest was so light with laughter and light he just couldn’t stop grinning. 

Screams of victory came from somewhere below them, and Stolas was sure Loona was probably still recording them from above. Stolas cared about precisely none of it. He flopped onto his back and pulled Blitz down with him, catching the man he loved in his arms and kissing him like his life depended on it. 

Blitz laughed and kissed him back, and Stolas’ heart soared. They may not have made it to the bottom of the hill, but he had still very much won this race. No endeavor that resulted in having Blitz in his arms could ever be counted as a loss. 

*

The following morning, a distressed owl screech echoed all across the I.M.P headquarters, coming from their tiny restroom, which was conveniently due for a deep cleaning. 

“I have to put my hand where?!” 

Moxxie snickered, feeling just somewhat sorry for the Prince. “I do wonder if they’ll eventually realize Blitz could’ve ridden Stolas’ back instead...” 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64020094

[pinkcutiepiee]

Bucky Barnes Proposing💌

Day 5 of 5 of my Valentines Writing Event💌 || Masterlist🍓

Warnings; mention of anxiety but nothing in great detail. Not proofread

Apologies about the delay on this one!!

Bucky had never known anxiety like this before. Usually, his solution would be to seek you out for comfort. However, in this instance, that is not an option. Not unless he wants to spoil the surprise, that is. He's worked so hard to make this perfect, and now at the last minute, his palms have become clammy and his mouth dry. His heart seemed to be beating 10x its normal rate - and he felt almost as if he'd forgotten how to act like a normal, functioning human.

When you arrived home, he somehow felt worse. Words become trapped in his throat and everything becomes paralysed as you embrace him. He struggles as you pull away and ask him if everything is okay. Allowing you to talk about your day, he feels himself returning to his usual self. The muscles in his face don't feel so tense, and he finds that he is becoming more vocal now, too.

Sensing the subtle changes in him since your arrival home, you don't comment on it, but make a mental note. Bucky’s struggles with anxiety isn’t anything new - so coming home to him not acting like his usual self wasn’t unusual, but did not stop you worrying.

“How about a trip to the beach?” He asks out of the blue. It’s not that you don’t enjoy going to the beach - it just seemed a little strange that he asked. You haven’t been to or even spoken about going to the beach in months. You accept anyway, the idea of spending the evening with you favourite man watching the sunset sound like the perfect way to end the week.

Once you finally arrive at the beach, Bucky seems anxious again. You catch him trying to control his breathing one too many times before asking if he’s okay as you sit on the blanket you brought.

“Of course, doll,” he smiles before kissing your lips softly. Playing with his hair, you smile in the kiss as you feel him relax under your touch. Deep down, though, he was as anxious as he’d ever been. It’s now or never, he thinks.

As you pull away from the kiss, mumbles what sounds like 'here goes nothing' before speaking, then pulls out the most beautiful ring with shaking hands - your hand coming straight to your mouth as you gasp softly.

"I planned a whole speech for this, but I don't think I'll be able to make it through it all...” he starts with a deep breath, and you can already feel the tears fill your pretty eyes.

“I just want to let you know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me… you saved me at a time when I thought I could never be saved and believed I didn't even deserve saving. I love you with my whole heart, and words cannot express how grateful I am for you,”

You’re sobbing at this point, and even if you hadn’t seen the tears fall from Bucky’s eyes; the cracks in his voice would’ve told you that he was also crying. He stops before asking the question, taking a moment to compose himself and take a deep breath.

“I would be honoured if you were to become my wife, will you marry me?" He looks you in the eye as he asks, and you can tell he looks scared. Scared that you’ll reject him. You’re going to spend every day for the rest of time showing him just how much you love him, to show him that he deserves it.

“Yes, of course I will,” you sob, as he places the ring on your finger. When you kiss your now fiancé, you taste the saltiness from his tears, and you’re sure he can taste yours. Once you’re done, you sit and watch the sunset together; looking forward to forever.

[laurenttheninth]

okay, yeah, i see where our perspectives are differing here.

i was probably unclear before, but, crucially: i don't think buck should jump back into a serious relationship with tommy again. not to invoke the marisol situation, but if bucktommy were to get back together, i think slowing down and taking things slow would be the only real way forward. what i'm talking about in my original post is speaking from a doylist perspective: i want the show to take this incredibly lonely character with deep abandonment issues, and stop having people he loves leave him in one way or another. i want them to take this character who has constantly been left behind, and stop telling him he needs to learn to be alone.

to borrow your phrasing, i look at the severity of that loneliness, and i don't think that's something he should have to make peace with, per se. i look at the loneliness he felt in his late teens/early twenties, and i don't think that's healthy. i think "you need to learn how to be alone" is not the same as needing to learn how to navigate a long-distance friendship. i think feeling a sense of grief or loss over a person you spent minimum 56 hours per week working side-by-side with for over half a decade moving far away, and wanting to crash with family for a few days, is sorta... normal? understandable, at least.

but i mean really, at the end of the day, buck's a character in a procedural drama, not a real human man. i want his story to be interesting and compelling and satisfying to watch, not necessarily a lesson in psychological healthy and well-being (not to imply that this is what you're suggesting -- just clarifying my position in general with a generalized comparison). romantically, platonically, or otherwise, i've been waiting for someone to Choose this guy since he tried to get the number of that random hookup in the ladder truck two minutes after he first came onscreen.

from the time maddie left for boston when he was a KID, until he found the 118 at TWENTY-SIX, all he had was postcards that went unanswered and short-term pals as he hopped around the country. this kid was so lonely he followed connor from PERU to los angeles just bc conner said the roommates were “like a family.” abby left him. ali left him while he was still RECOVERING. he and taylor couldn’t trust each other. he brought his bio child into the world, held him for a MOMENT, then passed him off to his real parents forever. natalia only saw his trauma. tommy walked out when buck tried to take the next step (too early! bad idea! but still!). christopher left. eddie left. STOP telling him he needs to learn to be alone HE’S BEEN ALONE LONG ENOUGH