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rendezvouz-fling · 1 year

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Astro observations #8

• Taurus suns with Virgo moons & Taurus risings were those people who when home alone would cook and then go eat in their rooms and stay in their beds all day watching funny/charismatic YouTubers like Lily Singh back in 2016-18.🌚

• Earth moons’ love language is softening up to people and sharing their food with them after they’ve made that person mad.

• Pisces suns with Earth moons especially Taurus moons have sweet earthy singing voices! • Also most people with Pisces in their big 6 especially Sun & Moon tend to be really good singers because they tend to start singing from a very young age specifically when they’re still toddlers. E.g. Michael Jackson (Pisces moon/rising) who first appeared on tv at 10-11 years old & Leon and Charmaine Sylvers (Pisces suns) who first toured with Ray Charles and sang on the Groucho Marx show while they were still little kids.

• Aquarius sun girls in school are either those popular girls who wear a lot of makeup, spray perfume on themselves and around them every 5 minutes, are unnecessary loud/pick me types and love taking selfies OR they are the outcasts who don’t wear makeup, are very friendly, chill & nonjudgmental, are somehow friends with everybody? And are usually seen as a little “weird” or “awkward” by the majority of other people. There is NO IN BETWEEN whatsoever.

• What’s up with underdeveloped Fire venuses and dating their siblings/friend’s crushes/ex’s?🧐 Like, they literally can’t know that you like somebody they’ll go fleeing to that person or if you’ve broken up with somebody they’ll go date/sleep with that person. Even if you have an old crush and you say you don’t like them anymore, these people WILL make sure they have SOME sort of connection to them.

• Nah because Fire/Water suns with Air moons when underdeveloped WILL use people, lmao. Fire suns/Air moons will come on strong, bold & fiery and best believe they’re the types to set people up or be nice & encouraging and then talk the most shit about them behind their backs. While Water suns will jump from friend to friend and be more secretive about their motives. They’ll also have a very much “Obliviously have people wrapped around my fingers.” type personalities and keep things cordial but then go and betray them.

• And if there’s ever a union between Water suns/Air moons and Fire suns/Air moons–while they’re both underdeveloped then the Water suns get charmed up and backstabbed while the Fire sun underestimates the Water sun then gets finessed!

• Underdeveloped Fire moons will think they're better than everybody and will dismiss others’ opinions/emotions if they don’t see fit. They also love to rub their underdeveloped knowledge in people’s faces but will also have little to no tactics and might overreact and end up breaking connections with people then regretting it later.

• Underdeveloped Air moons will think they know it all because they’re very mentally intellectual beings but they can exude very cocky “I’m better than you” and “you’re not on the same intellectual level as me so you can’t compete where you don’t compare” vibes and might play on sarcasm a lot! They’ll also ghosts their friends or isolate themselves then complain about being lonely. • Underdeveloped Earth moons will be overly possessive over their own and other people’s materialistic things and have a selfish “my way or the high way” demeanor anddd they will act greedy and hide things then be upset if they find out others ‘hid’ things from them. They’ll also call you out a lot even for the smallest things like the way your tone changed when you talked to them and will act super paranoid about getting things done.

• Underdeveloped water moons will play the victim in most situations at least 9 times out of 10. Even to the point of selfish pity party ranting that’s a completely twisted different version of the real story and they’ll go as far as crying theatrics in front of people while lying to them to manipulate others into being on their side and feeling sorry for them.

• Aries Mercury-Libra Mercury best friend duos are one of the best, hands DOWN!!! Although Aries mercuries tend to be more aggressive, energetic and straight to the point type people they teach Libra mercuries to be more upfront about voicing their ideals & concerns while Libra mercuries tend to show Aries mercuries that good mannerisms are more likely to get you places in the long run and they might also teach them about thinking things through more.

• Scorpio moons/mars parents love language is being harsh to their kids especially making fun of their sensitivity yet they’re emotionally immature themselves. They usually tend to have kids with Fire/Air mercuries!

• 5th house suns are so dramatic and I am so here for it!!😂

• 3rd house placements are very mentally active people and might be underestimated depending on their other placements but are very smart even if they have Pisces/Sag mercuries! Also into poetry and reading!

• Virgo sun Aquarius moon men will act like total fucking crackheads!! Even if they have a Virgo mercury—These people have NO CHIL!!😂😭

• Scorpio suns with Scorpio risings and Water risings in general tend to have the fakest friends that won’t hesitate to hurt them or belittle them. Some people don’t deserve to have you in their lives and it’s totally okay to cut people off gorgeous! <3

• Cancer suns with Capricorn sun mothers tend to not be too affectionate..

• Scorpio suns in the 5th house with Virgo moons are super expressive and tend to be either on paranoid overthinking-whole-existence mode or laid back hilarious storytelling mode. • 5H Scorpio suns are also tend to say funny stuff out loud out of nowhere too.😂

• Scorpio moons are very caring affectionate friends too, they’re the types to give you cute nicknames and always ask how you’re doing & they tend to be genuinely concerned if you’re not doing well. 💜

• We all need an inspirational Aries sun in our lives who will have our backs and be very loyal friends. They also give good advice and encourage you to come out of your shell more if you’re shyer then them. 😩❤️‍🔥

• Gemini placements 🤝 self sabotaging because of their overthinking issues.

• Taurus placements tend to be flat out truthful and sometimes bold people despite being shy especially risings!✨

• Scorpio suns with Sag moons>>>>

• Tbh all placements are equally important/relevant. I don’t get the tearing down certain placements and glorifying others when all placements have their pros & cons! Just because you’re a Cap/Aqua moon or a Scorpio moon doesn’t mean you’ll always have a bad or overly detached relationship with your mom. Or that you’re too ‘cold’ or have no feelings.🤨 Same goes for a lot of negatively stereotyped placements.

• Fire venuses 🤝 picking on/teasing/bullying their crushes.

• Water venuses 🤝 getting easily attached then not being able to properly let go of those people.

• Air venuses 🤝 falling for mentally active/funny/charismatic people in their friend circles.

• Earth venuses 🤝 going out of their ways to do little things for their partners.

#astro placements #astro observations #astro posts #astro community #astroblr #fire mercury #fire moon #water moon #water rising #air rising #air moons #earth moon #earth placements #water placements #rendezvous-fling

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lis-muerta · 9 days

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The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the quaint teahouse, casting a warm, golden hue over the two figures seated at a corner table. Lin Bei Fong, with her steel-gray eyes and an expression as unyielding as the element she bent, huffed in disbelief across from Tenzin, whose monk robes seemed almost too bright in the calm interior.

"I can't believe you, Tenzin, suggesting that," Lin said with a mix of exasperation and incredulity. Her arms were crossed firmly over her chest, and her eyes narrowed just slightly, betraying her frustration.

"What? I think it's a great gift, please Lin," Tenzin defended, his voice carrying a note of earnest pleading. He leaned forward, hands clasped together as if to will her into agreement.

"I don't want to expose myself. It was something I did as a dumbass kid," Lin replied, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. It was rare to see such a flush on her face, a testament to the embarrassment the topic stirred within her.

"I just think it would be nice as a gift. They mentioned it a few times. They have been searching to find her so she would sing at their wedding," Tenzin continued, his voice softening, hoping to sway Lin with his reasoning.

"What's that have to do with me, puff princess?" Lin jabbed back, a smirk playing on her lips despite the tension she felt. She always had a knack for bringing Tenzin back down to earth with her sharp wit.

Tenzin's glare was swift, a silent scolding for her rudeness, but it faded as he saw the tension in her jaw, the slight rigidity in her posture. "Because you're her. It would be a nice surprise gift."

"I hate them. Why should I?" Lin retorted, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness.

Tenzin hesitated, his eyes revealing an inner conflict. "Would it be selfish to admit—nevermind?"

Their eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between them. "I never... I only ever was willing to for our—" Lin started, but her voice trailed off, heavy with unspoken words.

"I see, uh, I..." Tenzin stammered, the moment hanging between them, fragile as the steam rising from their neglected cups of tea.

"For old times' sake, I'll consider it if we find the others," Lin conceded, her voice softening just enough to reveal the hint of a compromise.

A grin spread across Tenzin's face, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. "Oh, I can arrange that," he declared, the confidence of an airbending master who had already considered every angle. having had this on his mind since Zhu Li and Varrick mentioned wanting to hear Tsuki Bae live.

Lin sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of her past. "Guess all those lily-livered bastards get a break, and my vocal cords too," she muttered, a reluctant acceptance in her tone.

"I would assume so. I personally can't wait to hear you sing again," Tenzin replied, the warmth in his voice contrasting with Lin's discomfort.

"Please, my stomach's already turning just thinking about it," Lin grumbled, the very idea stirring a mix of nerves and nostalgia.

"You're going to do great, and it will be a really sweet gesture," Tenzin encouraged, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering support.

"And you'll get to hear what my brain was thinking when I was a dumbass kid," Lin said, her voice laced with sarcasm yet not devoid of a certain fondness for those reckless days.

"I was already there. You were brilliant, Lin, always," Tenzin murmured, lifting his cup of tea to his lips, only to find it had gone cold during their lengthy conversation.

As Lin tried to formulate a response, Tenzin sat back, a sense of completeness filling him. With Lin back in his life, every moment felt richer, every shared silence laden with years of history, and every glance an unspoken dialogue between old friends—or perhaps something more.

—

Seated side by side at the wedding, Lin's nerves were palpable; her stomach did somersaults. The rehearsal had unfolded without a hitch, and the band had lavished praise upon her, insisting she sang with the same clarity as in years past. But Lin was deaf to these affirmations, fixating only on the errors she perceived.

When the moment arrived, Tenzin took his place on stage, his smile a beacon of warmth. As the band began the opening bars, the instrumentals trickled out, unrecognized at first. The bride and groom exchanged puzzled glances, curious about the impending surprise. Bumi, Kya, Su, and Pema shared in the anticipation, a collective murmur of intrigue bubbling among them.

"It is with immense joy that I present this gift to the bride and groom," Tenzin announced, his voice resonating with pride. "Please welcome to the stage... Tsuki Bae." The crowd's confusion only deepened as Lin Beifong emerged, her presence raising more questions than it answered.

"If anyone so much as whispers about this after today, I'll ensure you regret it," Lin threatened, her tone gruff. Her warning elicited chuckles from Korra and Asami, and soon the whispers transformed into excited chatter. Pema stood beside her husband, eyes alight with curiosity as they watched Lin cast a final glance over the congregation before closing her eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath.

When she began to sing, her voice was ethereal, transcending the earthly realm—an auditory marvel that captivated every listener. Her gaze initially found Tenzin, prompting a fleeting wonder about a different life where this performance was for their nuptials. But as she continued, her eyes turned to the bride and groom, who were visibly moved, tears glistening as they grasped the reality of Lin's heartfelt serenade.

Lin locked eyes with Tenzin once more as the instrumental bridge wove its spell. His eyes crinkled with a joy that was ineffable, as if a long-held dream had been realized. A silent communion passed between them, like to two ships exchanging signals in the night. Despite their lack of marriage, their own connection had never missed a beat.

The only tinge of sorrow was for the years lost to silence after their separation. Lin acknowledged that she could love him, releasing the notion of what constituted a 'normal' relationship. She could love him freely. they, as an entity, transcended common love and the concept of soul mates.Their bond was an orbit of its own, their lives eternally intertwined, regardless of the paths they took or the companions they chose. They might never share a wedding, but a ceremony could never have encapsulated what they were to each other.

Even without her seismic sense, Lin could feel the collective heartbeat of the room, an entire assembly held in hypnotized awe as she reclaimed the melody.

As the song drew to a close, a single tear dared to escape Lin's eye—regret laced with revelation. She regretted not embracing such moments sooner, realizing that she relished the experience despite her initial reluctance to step beyond the familiar confines of her comfort zone.

“Congratulations on your wedding, uh. Goodnight.” Lin awkwardly finished her performance by thanking the guys who made it possible before stepping off the stage to find a drink as anxiety washed over her once more.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #tenzin #linzin #its always been linzin #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #read on a03 #Spotify

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lambden · 1 year

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29 (I know this is ur witcher blog so I understand if legally you have to write a witcher drabble)

well. british one x superman/the lesser Hemsworth it is

G, 1592 words, no warnings except some canon anti-witcher sentiment

“Look at this,” rants Jaskier. Geralt doesn’t turn to look, sure their attention has been caught by the same thing. The notice board is rather scarce. Isla wants a farmhand to help with her unexpectedly rowdy herd of kids, without specifying if she means goat children or human ones. Preben, recently widowed, wants for a new wife— but not unless she’s blonde. The local guard wants everyone to pay the new levy without a fuss. Good luck with that one.

The only posting of any notice at all is a request to clear out some drowners by the river. Low risk, low reward. Geralt sucks his teeth at their circumstances, more bored than disappointed by the lack of opportunity, and his bard takes the sound as taciturn encouragement to continue complaining. “It’s unforgivable. Fucking bastardly idiots and their idiot propaganda! I— I’m going to take it down!”

Before Geralt reasons that they should probably take it down after killing the drowners, Jaskier lunges for the board. He doesn’t tear down the contract at all, instead going for a poster that Geralt hadn’t even noticed. He’s seen so many of these pinned up in the area that his eyes had honestly glanced over its details, but he is familiar with the general idea behind the idiot propaganda. In fact, he’s been dealing with similar bastardly idiots for decades before Jaskier was even born. He deadpans, “You gonna save it as a nice keepsake from your travels?”

“Save it for kindling, more like,” spits Jaskier, his eyes already blazing. He crumples up the poster in his hands, tossing it to the ground and then crushing it under his fancy but very solid heel.

Even though Geralt hadn’t seen the specifics, he supposes this is probably a nice gesture. If the Great Temple of the Eternal Fire were the ones who posted it, their local chapter would waste weeks trying to deduce who was behind this heinous, heretic act of vandalism. And if the reigning local government posted it as an anti-magic measure, the consequences could be even greater for the town. Considering the hypothetical repercussions makes him grimace, but… Jaskier has already intervened, catalysing this town’s fate. For someone who claims to act as a narrator to the world’s plots, he is alarmingly good at stepping in and changing them. Geralt supposes the same could be said about himself, although he does it to his own chagrin whereas some great force drives Jaskier’s actions.

He wants to ask the bard what he might call that force, and what would possess him to venture so far out of his way to incur the wrath of people in power. But the inciting incident is already crumpled up in the dirt, and Geralt has no desire to enter yet another cyclical and monotonous conversation about why the bard does the things he does. It’s not like things will change. He has seen dozens of kings rise and fall, and the minutiae of each one’s rule only comes with more and more catastrophically cruel fallout for their kingdoms. Jaskier might have ripped down one poster, but an even harsher and more explicit one will be nailed up in its stead.

Geralt swallows his twisted, uncomfortable thoughts. He glances around to check that no one saw. Then he tears the drowner notice down from the board, shoving it into his pocket.

The mid-day sun beats down on them with a violence that would surely burn the shoulders and scalp of any normal human. It’s too bright to properly make out the path ahead, and they’ll need to stop soon so that Roach can drink and rest. Even Geralt, the only Wolf to ever survive the worst Trials twice, is fighting off fatigue. Maybe he should have taken Jaskier up on his offer to play an extra show last night, so they could have stayed in Novigrad another day. Instead they’re riding along the bank of an unnamed river, languishing together. And while the proximity to water should come as a relief and lower their temperatures, instead the humidity is just making his armour torturous to wear.

Or, rather, Geralt is riding along the bank and languishing. Jaskier, as he has been for the last few hours, is strumming his instrument and singing a quiet but fervent melody to himself. If Geralt didn’t love him so much he thinks he could kill him right now.

“Stop,” he commands, and Jaskier heeds him immediately, fingers going still on his lutestrings. “No, I… keep playing, if you want. But Roach needs a break.”

“I know what that’s code for,” sings Jaskier, which infuriates Geralt even more because he doesn’t know what that was code for, and he’s the one who fucking said it. “While I’m touched at your concern for my well-being, I’m right in the middle of composing, darling! Give me twenty more minutes and I think I’ll have something polished to perform at Midinváerne.”

Geralt digs his heels into Roach’s sides anyway. She stops cantering with a patient huff, and he directs her down towards the riverbed.

The bard, despite his stupid request to continue onwards, trails after them down the bank. “I’m not that same boy who followed you out of Posada, you know,” he huffs impatiently, sounding amusingly similar to Roach. “My heels have blistered so many times they’re practically leathery now. And I can hold my piss like a champion.”

“That’s not why we stopped,” Geralt grunts, because ‘shut up’ would be too impolite. Unfortunately, he isn’t the same man who led the way out of Posada either. “How can you even compose without singing any words? It’s just humming.”

“Oh, I learned a long time ago to write my songs in my head,” laughs Jaskier, carefree. Guilt stings briefly and sharply at Geralt’s heart; he bats it away, turning to face the rushing creek beside them. “I can remember the entire thing, and I’ll take it down on paper once we make camp for the night. Got my invitation to eternal damnation. Get in line, pass the wine, we’re going straight to hell!”

Geralt’s pierced heart freezes, and it takes him a heavy, long moment as his blood runs cold through his veins without any added toxicity to get ahold of his suddenly churning emotions. He can just picture Jaskier’s pyre now, and all the bigots who would line up to applaud the demise of a loud-spoken free-spirit. “You can’t perform that.”

“What?” Jaskier stops strumming again, although this time the silence is paired with genuine hurt behind his open, vulnerable expression. “You don’t like it? That’s only the bridge, the rest is far more evocative. It’s a love song, really, and it’s about loving your community and your comrades. And it’s a call to arms—”

“No arms,” grunts Geralt, made ineloquent by his fear. “They’ll… What brought this on?”

“I will admit, I took inspiration from a source I thought I never would.” The bard drags his fingertip along a lutestring, clearly remembering something Geralt doesn’t from their travels. The fidgeting makes him look younger than he is, and it serves as an abrupt and unwelcome reminder of his immortality. Geralt scowls. “Oh, come now. You haven’t even heard the chorus!”

“Fine.” He stares Jaskier down, and while the bard has never looked intimidated by him, some form of tension does grow between them as they exchange a heavy look. The only sound in the world around them is Jaskier’s finger playing with the string of his instrument; even Roach is silent as she laps up running water. “What’s the chorus.”

“Umm…” The bard plays the same chord progression Geralt has heard over and over the last few hours, enough that it has phased into background ambience— only now, he accompanies it with the worst words Geralt could have imagined. “This hell is better with you… ?”

“They’re going to hang you,” Geralt blurts out before he can help it.

“They won’t—”

“They will,” insists Geralt, aware of the slightly pleading tone his voice has taken but unsure how to suppress it. Without quite meaning to, he stomps through the reeds over to Jaskier. Before he can think any better of it, he grabs the bard by the face and holds him tightly in place so as to impress his fear more clearly upon him. Maybe that’s what it is— maybe he’s fearful, actually afraid, for the first time in a long fucking time. “Jaskier. You can’t.”

“I have to,” says Jaskier, possessed by that horribly dangerous passion that Geralt has seen ignited across his young face a thousand times before. “It’s important.”

“You’re important,” Geralt blurts out.

The river rushes beside them; slowly, through his fear, Geralt realizes that he’s cupping Jaskier’s cheeks in his hands and standing rather close. Jaskier inhales sharply, his heart somehow beating even faster than the witcher’s. Neither of them pulls away.

“Alright,” Jaskier mumbles, blue eyes bright with emotion. “I’ll save it for just the two of us, then.”

“Walk a mile on these coals, busy cleansing my soul… getting ready for the night… damned for eternity, but you’re—”

“They’ll burn you alive.”

“There’s no one around,” Jaskier reminds him, gesturing at the wide, empty trail around him.

Geralt thinks on this, then thinks on it again.

“Damned for eternity, but you’re coming with me into the afterlife—” Jaskier’s lute plays a sour note as Geralt jumps down from Roach’s saddle, trapping the instrument between them as he kisses Jaskier like they’re both doomed. Which, of course, they are.

#geraskier fic #geraskier #my writing #drabble meme #man i hate songfic [writes 1.5k words of songfic that was supposed to be a QUICK drabble]#song meme #weedsinavacantlot #asks #bless you for sending me this ily

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wordywarriorwrites · 11 months

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Calendar Girl: July

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

July

Fourth of July. An American celebration widely ignored since the outbreak, but not wholly forgotten, and in Jackson, it was a pretty big fuckin’ deal.

The rich, sweet smoke of barbecued meat. Potato salad, watermelon, and corn on the cob. Tall glasses of sweetly sour lemonade and cold beer. Peals of laughter and shouts of triumph over games of tag, cornhole, and capture the flag. There was even live music, with a duo singer and guitar player, whose nostalgic tunes coaxed people into dancing.

After eating together, Joel encouraged Ellie to hang out with her friends and girlfriend, and as he watched her run off, he couldn’t help but smile. Ellie was a smart, good kid, and though she wasn’t biologically his daughter, he thought of her as his. She hadn’t replaced Sarah – never could or would - but she’d carved out a space for herself in his heart, and he was so damn proud of her.

“I have a beer and a spiked lemonade,” you announced. “Which one do you want?”

Jostled from his thoughts, he blocked the sun with the back of his hand as he looked up at you. A black tank top, a pair of jeans, and your trusty boots – you looked good without even trying, and Joel wanted to strip you naked and fuck you in the sunshine at the very picnic table he was seated at.

You eased down next to him and took a sip from each cup, “Fine, I’m drinkin’ both.”

“Hey, now,” he protested as he snagged the beer from your hand. “Play nice.”

You winked. He leaned forward. The kiss lingered, but didn’t get out of hand, and Joel was so damn content in your presence that he hadn’t felt the need to bug out of the party early. Wrapped up in the comfort of companionable silence, he simply watched you as you bobbed your head to the music, sipped your drink, and tossed back wayward game pieces.

“I miss fireworks,” you sighed.

Joel quirked a brow, “You just miss being entertained.”

“I can entertain myself just fine, thank you very much,” you sassed back. “In fact, I may entertain myself tonight – alone. Without you.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t do that. Not to yourself or to me.”

“Wanna bet?”

Joel rolled his jaw. You pressed the tip of your tongue to your top lip. He stared at you, you stared right back, and the most intense game of chicken he’d ever played ensued. He honestly couldn’t say who would’ve broken first because Ellie bounded over with Charlotte in tow and asked him if he’d play something for her.

“Please,” she cajoled. “They said you could use their guitar.”

“So, you asked them before you asked me?” he quipped.

Charlotte grinned widely, “She’s clever, isn’t she?”

Joel glanced at Ellie. Noted her bright, excited eyes and hopeful expression. Then, he looked at you. Clocked the way you leaned forward with anticipation. He knew he’d spare himself a lot of embarrassment if he refused, but if he didn’t agree, he knew he’d never hear the end of it.

“One song,” he relented, finger raised as he stood. “That’s it.”

He made his way toward the musicians, with you, Ellie, and Charlotte in tow, and waited for their song to end before he approached. They both seemed happy to let him cut in – especially the singer, who needed a rest – and once the guitar was handed over, they exited stage left.

“I’m a bit rusty,” Joel admitted as he sat down and plucked the strings. “But uh, here it goes.”

Ellie sat right down on the grass. You and Charlotte followed suit. He thought for a few moments before he cleared his throat. Slow tunes had always been more his speed, and though he fumbled it a bit at the beginning, he managed to get his mouth and hands to cooperate. He concentrated, kept his eyes down until the very end of the song, and when he played the final chord, the sudden applause started the hell out of him.

Joel jerked his head up. Scrambled to his feet. Felt heat climb up his neck and cheeks as people whistled and cheered. Ellie and Charlotte whooped it up the loudest. He awkwardly waved, hurriedly handed the guitar back to its owner, and shuffled away from the gathered crowd as fast as he could. After Ellie squeezed his ribs until they cracked, she grabbed Charlotte’s hand, and headed toward the games.

He stepped toward you and cupped your tear-stained face in his hands, “You cryin’?”

“No,” you blurted. “I got a bug in my eye or allergies or something.”

Joel grinned. Asked you if you wanted to dance. You smiled and nodded, and once he’d guided you to an uncluttered corner, he pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to your temple.

“You smell good,” he murmured.

“I washed my hair today. Even brushed it, too.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

You scoffed and pinched his side. He chuckled and held you tighter. When the song ended, you went one way to socialize with some friends, and he went the other to check on Ellie and visit with his brother. You orbited each other like planets, but eventually, Joel surrendered and allowed himself to be pulled in by you. Seated side-by-side, you enjoyed a few more drinks, watched the sunset together, and all the while, he wished you were alone.

With every breath, with every second that passed, Joel craved you. Wanted to sink his teeth into the pulse of your throat and press his lips against the curve of your shoulder and taste the sweetness of your mouth. He pined for you. Adored the tiny freckle on your chin and the sound of your laugh and the way you put him in his place.

Eventually, he’d had enough of people and noise, and while you stayed to hang out for a bit longer, he meandered away from the celebration toward the peace and quiet of the barn. Buzzed and relaxed, he took in deep pulls of fresh air, and finished what remained of his beer.

When Joel reached the paddock, the goats and chickens greeted him quite happily, but as he offered empty hands instead of extra food, they ditched him. Several of the more curious horses came up to the fence to say hello, and even Beau and Bella – who’d been grazing and grooming – trotted over to visit.

The stars had come out, and with them came a renewed scent of smoke that indicated bonfires had been lit. You joined him not long after, the crunch of gravel and Bella’s whinnying announcing your arrival. When you reached the fence, she galloped over, and you gave her your attention until she wandered off.

“Ellie went home. Said she was sunburnt and tired,” you murmured as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Are you ready to go, cowboy? Or do you wanna hang here a bit?”

He pressed his nose to your hair and smiled, “M’ready to go.”

Crickets chirped. A cow mooed in the distance. The chickens ruffled their feathers as they bedded down for the night. The leaves swished as the cooler night air blew through them, and the more distance the two of you put between yourselves and the party, the more relaxed Joel became.

You walked slowly, with your arm around his waist and his curled over your shoulder. You admitted to crying – told him the song had made you weepy, but you’d liked it. He told you he hadn’t meant to make you cry, but was glad you enjoyed it all the same. The front porch came into view, and Joel allowed you to get over the threshold and all the way into the kitchen before he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you like he’d been wanting to all day.

“Should we entertain each other?” he asked as he pushed your shirt up and over your head. “Or should I pack up my toys and go home?”

You yanked his belt from its loops and forced him down onto a kitchen chair, “Quiet, you.”

He grinned. Worked open the button on your jeans. While you peeled them off, he took care of his own pants, and had just shoved them and his boxers down to his calves when you, bare from the waist down, wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him to full hardness. Before he could even reciprocate, you straddled him, and took him inside hard and fast, all the way to the base.

It was intense – the way you tugged his hair, forced his head back, and exposed his throat to your lips, teeth, and tongue. It was erotic – the way your ass smacked against his thighs as you bore down and fucked his brains out. It was enthralling – the way your body arched, all powerful and sensual, and when you took him over the edge with you, he was pretty sure he blacked out for a moment, or at the very least, had gone cross-eyed.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Joel groaned as his cock continued to twitch. “What the hell was that?”

“I wanted fireworks. Remember?”

You smirked, and when he dared to ask you how it compared, you kissed him, and followed it up with a deadpanned, “Ooh. Aah,” that made him laugh.

Chapter 10: August

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fic #joel miller x you #tlou fanfic #wordywarriorwrites #calendar girl

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can I request Yandere Gold please 🧎‍♀️

Yeah! I personally adore the Red and Gold art from Kawacy so I imagine Gold in that kind of design, ngl. I did not want to use fan art as my banner however so I threw something together ^^ Aged up as usual.

Thank you for feeding my brainrot. When I was younger Red and Gold were my favorite trainers and I've been playing classic Gen 2 lately.

Yandere! Trainer Gold/Ethan Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Flirting, Delusional behavior, Social isolation.

- There's a few ways you could've met Ethan, or Gold. Either name works. I came up with three ways I personally liked.

- You both could've grown up together in New Bark Town.

- You met him after he became champion and defeated Red.

- or you met him in Alola, like how Red and Green/Blue are shown in Sun and Moon.

- Gold would also have a Typhlosion, maybe even Ho-Oh by the time his obsession starts.

- Game Gold doesn't really have a personality of his own.

- The only personality I could find was from the manga, depicting him as athletic, kind-hearted, hot-headed, and has a tendency not to think things through.

- Gold may be Obsessive, Clingy, Flirtatious, Caring, Protective, and Talkative towards you.

- I'll now explore the three different ways you two could meet.

- There's the classic way of knowing each other since New Bark Town.

- A very cute way of how your fates tie in together.

- Gold's just getting his Cyndaquil and you have a Pokemon of your own to play with.

- You two are just kids, not quite grasping the concepts of crushes or fate.

- Gold just thinks you're a close friend, you feel the same.

- You two did everything together like true childhood friends.

- Everything except going on a Pokemon journey....

- Gold tried to encourage you to come with him, to be a rival of his and grow stronger together.

- You turn him down, wishing to stay in your childhood home.

- "Come back and visit sometime, I bet you'll be a champion."

- "Really? Fine, I'll keep that promise. You'll wait for me, right?"

- "Of course, Gold."

- That's when you two leave each other to pursue different paths.

- You only meet each other again when you're both young adults.

- Gold has a full team, Typhlosion included.

- He's champion now, he beat Red and met the legendary Ho-Oh.

- Even now, he returns to you.

- Gold never forgot his promise... he never forgot you, either.

- You didn't forget him, right?

- "I'm back, (Y/N). Miss me?"

- Then there's the alternative where you meet sometime after Gold becomes champion.

- Doesn't have to be right off but you appear as a challenger for the best trainer in Johto and Kanto.

- This becomes your first meeting with Gold, who's impressed by your abilities.

- You fight well and battles with you feel thrilling.

- He's missed battles like this... so he tries to get closer with you.

- He wants you to call him often for Pokemon training, he is a pro at it after all.

- This way you end up growing as friends... and perhaps something more if it comes to it.

- He's flirting on the phone playfully, pestering you about when your next battle will be.

- You go from strangers to companions.

- Gold doesn't regret meeting you in the slightest, you're one of his closest friends now.

- You on the other hand, may not share the same sentiment.

- "Think about getting stronger recently? I'm always down to battle with you."

- Lastly, there's if you meet him in Alola.

- Red and Blue are there, it would be cool to see Gold there also.

- Being the champion of Johto gets tiring, a vacation is what he needs.

- That's when he meets you.

- You have a Pokemon of your own, one who gets along with Typhlosion rather well.

- You both find each other's company a nice addition to your vacation and grow close that way.

- It's cute to watch your Pokemon get along, it's nice to chat....

- This vacation is perfect, is it not?

- Nothing could ruin it....

- "Let's get something to eat, Typhlosion is getting a bit hungry."

- Now into his actual yandere behavior.

- Gold would be all about you.

- While Red is stoic and keeps it on the down low, or Blue thinks you also like him just as much, Gold is aware of how much he enjoys your company.

- He tries to express it to you, too.

- He'd probably give gifts and frequent phone calls to you.

- He brushes it off as just missing you, but is that really all it is?

- He'd probably be physically affectionate, too.

- All about hugs that catch you off guard, showering you in compliments.

- Friend or not, he adores your hugs.

- Gold would flirt, too.

- It's always playful, even when platonic.

- He just wants you to feel good.

- You make him happy, so he wants you happy!

- He's very caring but ignores the fact he may be causing you discomfort.

- In a way that may make him delusional.

- Gold would be protective and jealous about you, Silver can be rude and he feels Red may hurt you.

- Even though Red prefers to keep to himself....

- Gold also just likes the idea of being your closest, if not only, friend/partner.

- Gold is pretty extroverted and loves to talk to you.

- He wouldn't really kidnap and definitely not murder.

- He would try to isolate you socially.

- Often pulling you away from friends and sometimes family to keep you to himself a bit longer....

- Gold is more like a very talkative partner who just adores giving/taking your attention.

- Just try not to disappoint him too much.

- He and Typhlosion may have a hidden temper.

#yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon trainer #yandere trainer gold #yandere trainer ethan #yandere gold

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ferindencadash · 4 months

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"BUNNY"

And

Sadist Jack (warm feelings) blood play

Pleeeeeeeeeeeasssssse

So I realized after you asked that I actually do have something written for the "bunny" one. 😅So you win the wip prize! There's not much yet, but it's under the cut! (along with Jack thoughts)

From his table in the darkest corner of the room, Zaeed Massani watched as Commander Fucking Shepard herself entered the shittiest bar on Omega. Sure, she was in her civvies, a plain black hoodie covering her trademark red hair, jeans so tight they could have been painted on, but the merc had spent enough time with her on the battlefield that he could recognize her by her walk alone. He briefly considered that the polite thing to do would be to alert her to his presence, give her the option of joining him but he had never been known for his manners. Besides, people didn’t come to this shithole looking for a nice conversation, they came here to drink, fight, or fuck. While Zaeed would never have expected the Hero of the Citadel to show up in a place like this, he supposed it wasn’t that strange. Everybody needed a stiff drink alone once in a while.

So when some dumb young kid in Blue Suns getup made his way across the room and leaned on the bar next to her, lecherous intentions clear in his leering gaze, Zaeed chuckled to himself, waiting for Shepard to toss the little shit on his ass.

Instead, he saw Shepard toss back the contents of her glass, slide off her barstool, and head toward the bathrooms with the man in tow.

Zaeed shook his head hard, like he was trying to clear the image from brain. He had to be imagining things. He wasn’t that far in the bag yet, but maybe his bad eye was playing tricks on him and that wasn’t actually Shepard he had seen. No, he was sure it had been. This must be part of some mission. The guy could be some kind of informant or something. Or maybe she’s just looking for a quick fuck, his brain helpfully supplied. He growled under his breath. It wasn’t that he had her on some kind of fucking pedestal. She was a red-blooded marine and he was sure she enjoyed a good tumble as much as the rest of them. But surely she had better taste than this?

That's as far as I've gotten with that one, sadly. After this, it switches to Shep's pov in the bathroom. The "Bunny" part is the random bar guy asking her name, and she just stares at him and deadpans "Bunny", because she's obviously not here to make any real connections. 😅

Then Zaeed busts into the stall, tosses the poor guy on his ass (pants around his ankles) and tells Shepard there are better options if she's that hard up for a fuck. You can probably figure out where it goes from there. ;)

(I legitimately cannot remember how I was planning to work the "daddy issues" line into it.)

As for the Jack idea, there's really not much. I was just thinking about the line in her loyalty mission about "getting warm feelings during a fight". We know she likes things a bit rough in bed, and it just makes sense to me that, with her conditioning, she would be a sexual sadist.

I'm also really interested in trying to get into the mindset of a sadistic character. I'm very much a masochist myself, but I'd like to examine the flip side of the coin and try to work out what makes them tick.

I also just really like blood play, and there aren't enough fics with it. 😅

Thanks for the challenge and the ask! ❤️This really is encouraging me to get writing. :)

#asks #writing #fanfic #mass effect #femshep #zaeed massani #jack subject zero #shaeed

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cheemken · 10 months

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The only thought bouncing around in my head is that when Iris told Hau that her favourite games are first person shooters, the first thing he said was “you really are Unovan”. Man said it without thinking and they thought it was the funniest shit at the time. Iris always bring it up whenever they play fps together

Anyways, do Iris and Hau ever try get the older champions to play video games with them? Imagine them trying to tell each of the champions what buttons do what and one of them (preferably Lance) says the whole “back in my day we just had two buttons and a joystick”. And once they get the hang of the game controls, it’s just chaos. They’re all yelling at each other and throwing insults left and right

God, imagine playing Mario Party with them. No one would be safe

You really are Unovan cndmndnd Hau you are so real for that😭🤣

Also that's fucking cute tho??? Iris and Hau just teaching the older champions abt new games and such and asking em to play w em and I'm gonna end up rambling again bc champions as found family doing mundane stuff just makes me soft

Lance definitely would say that tho checks out too bc Cynthia even makes fun of him how he doesn't know how to use his phone that much hahaha but hey he's vibing tho, he likes seeing the kids happy, although he's still a little bit confused by the controls. They do find out tho he also likes fps games, and now Hau has to deal w not one, but TWO bloodthirsty and rage filled champions when it comes to those games. Lance swears like crazy when playing he rages like no shit, and that's how Hau discovered every cuss word in the book

Now Steven likes Mario Party w them, he said it's fun and he thinks the character dice are cool too, he likes the design. But honest to God he fucking hates losing. This man has the most passive aggressive aura when he fucking loses I shit you not. Like they could be playing Mario Kart and someone blue shells him, he would just smile and go "now, that wasn't very nice," while gripping the controller hard. He broke three controllers now actually

Wallace has experience at least bc his niece does like playing video games too, and it's nice watching Iris and Hau play whenever they have their champion's meet up, reminds him of Lisia. But I also wanna say he's really shitty when it comes to games, Hau and Iris ended up showing him Stardew Valley bc hey it's just a farm sim, he doesn't have to be quick or anything, and he actually liked it and said he's going to date every npc and the two said it's on brand of him—

Cynthia knows every kind of game under the sun, and the three of em have lil game nights too, altho it also ends w Cynthia encouraging them pulling an all nighter bc she's the type of player to grind until she gets the item she wants. Really into online RPGs, likes the character customization, and likes the stories, got Iris and Hau to play those games w her too and imagine she's like max level/rank and the two are just "woah, you must've played this game for a long time hahah" and Cynthia's just "oh no, I just started playing this yesterday"

Teaching Diantha how to play the games they wanted was a mess bc Dia was asking what each of the buttons are for almost every two seconds, so they end up installing games on her phone instead bc the only other game she had there was chess. She didn't really get the hang of the games Iris and Hau plays, but she's really fucking good at rhythm games. Like... It's terrifying. She'd probs clear out the hardest song of Project Sekai or Osu or ADOFAI or whatevs and they found out no matter what platform, Dia's hands are quick to press the right keys, and after the hard levels she's all "that was fun, do they have other songs? I think I've cleared out everything"

They invited Leon to their online rpg game once. He got lost trying to find them. They ended up showing him platformer games and it really made him happy cause he legit just has to go one way every time hahah. He's good w the Mega Man games tho, also somewhat good at speedrunning said games for whatever reason Iris and Hau can't figure out— they made him play Cuphead once, never again, Diantha almost didn't buy them another console after Leon raged when he couldn't beat Cagney Carnation after numerous attempts and actually threw his controller at the screen. Surprisingly tho, he doesn't cuss when he rages, probs experience playing w Hop too hahaha

Since Iris and Hau knows Geeta loves horror movies, they also made her play horror games as well. To no surprise she's good at those games, knows where to find every item, how to progress no matter how cryptic the instructions are, how to outrun the one trying to kill her, doesn't fucking flinch when there's a jumpscare— they also showed her Dead by Daylight and man she fucking loves that game so much and Iris and Hau were low-key regretting it bc now Geeta invites almost every champion to play that game w her bc she knows she's gonna win every fucking time and it's not like they don't like to see Geeta being happy, I'm sure it's what Diantha wanted too, but every time Geeta kills one of their player characters she start laughing to herself and starts humming "I wonder who's next" while hunting down the others. It kinda scares them hahaha

But yeah imagine Smash Bros w them tho cjdmdn like they would be at each other's throats going on why they choose the charac they chose or some are even fighting over the same character bc ofc "I chose them first!" "No! I did!" But hey, at the end of the day, they're just having fun, no matter how many controllers or consoles got broken every game night

#pokemon #champion lance #champion steven #champion wallace #champion cynthia #champion iris #champion diantha #champion hau #champion leon #champion geeta #pokemon hcs #pokemon champions #i forgot i didnt have to tag em all but i was already at iris' tag and might as well omf cjmxnxj #jerseyk112 #an ask and an answer

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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We are in the car going home from my parents house. It was really really nice to visit them. But I never really got over being tired today. Which made me really frustrated. I felt very frustrated with myself a lot today.

It started last night. I was able to fall asleep but not as early as I had hoped. I woke up a few times but it wasn't horrible sleep. I woke up before my alarm. James came in to check on me and I requested a little more time.

When I got up for real James was brining all of our laundry to the car. Because we were taking advantage of my parents' machines. I really liked my outfit but I felt kind of ugly. Not for any reason. I was just feeling bad.

I tried blow drying my hair a little and that helped a little. But I was feeling really upset inside. James has made me a little sandwich and poured me a soda but it was to syrupy and I didn't like it. And then I forgot my water and was upset when we got to the car and James didn't unlock it fast enough and it was all dumb stuff but I was not having fun.

Then the sun was in my face the entire drive. Like it was painful. I was sure I was going to get sunburn. And no matter where I put my hands I couldn't keep it out of my eyes. Eventually I would lay my head on the middle console and just try not to think about it.

It was a pretty quick two hours. We are closer to the 95 entrance now so we have shaved almost a full half hour off the drive to Philly so that's pretty cool.

I was really happy to see my parents. My dad was playing the guitar when we got there. And the dogs were all excited. Mom met us at the door. Hugs all around.

After James said hello they ran downstairs to start running out laundry through. Dad joined me and mom in the living room and James would join us soon. And we spent some time just talking. About the house mostly. It was really nice.

I really want them to come visit and see the house. I know that it might be difficult for my dad but I really hope they can come soon.

Mom asked me to come downstairs to go through some stuff. I was a little startled by her baby doll collection. But whatever makes her happy.

She had some lazy susans for us and a shadow box and a little metal shelf. I would go through some of my thesis diorama boxes to bring to a workshop I have later this month. And Mom gave me a couple bowls which are greatly appreciated.

We would sit in the kitchen for a little. Dad was on the phone so we didn't want to bother him but eventually we decided we wanted to order lunch so we all moved back to the living room. And decided to order from the pizza place they like.

While we waited for food we moved to the table, where mom had set up a cake and some presents for me. She had already given me some beautiful gold earrings, but the candle and origami book and container are all appreciated too! They sang for me and it was really sweet.

Me and Dad looked at pictures of the house and soon the dogs were freaking out because someone was at the door. It was our lunch!

And lunch was good. We talked. About the house. About trying for kids. No one said I was mean to James for once. We talked about me being in the ER and how scary it was being so sick. But my cough was still there today so I was struggling a little at time. I think it's probably why I never got any more energy today.

We had cake and soon after that my brother called to let me know he was outside. It was so nice to see him. He felt terrible about missing my birthday. But it was just good to have him there. Even if he talks so much. While accusing me of talking to much. Silly.

The afternoon was great though. Just talking and telling stories. Talking through dad and his fears and how much me and Steve want to encourage him but also not wanting to push to hard. We both understand and don't understand. We just want him to be healthy and happy.

Mom is taking a lot of steps to take care of herself though and I'm so proud of her for that. And Dad I starting therapy again this week. So I really hope they can get him to a place where he isn't so afraid. I was really happy to see he had moved for the walker to arm crutches. That's progress! And progress is so important.

Around 4 I was starting to get very tired. Steve and dad were on a long rant and I wanted to tell them a joke before we left and I had to wait forever but it got a very good laugh in the end and then it was time to go.

Around 445 we had lots of hugs. And we grabbed the last of our things and headed out.

James took me to Wawa to get a pretzel. Held my hand. I appreciate them so much. Giving up their whole day off just for me. They're the best husband.

And now we are heading home. We should be back at 7 and I'm hoping to take a shower and get in bed. I'm not feeling amazing. Not feeling emotionally defeated but physically I still feel not great. I really hope tomorrow I feel better.

Tomorrow we are also getting the movers for the last few pieces and we can really pull everything together. I'm excited.

I hope you all have a great night. And take care of yourselves. Goodnight my friends. Until next time.

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threadsun · 1 year

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Okay I'm actually getting somewhere with my blog organisation!!! And the last poll results were 50/50 so I'll be reposting all the old fics with my new system and deleting the old versions cause ngl it'll make me feel better knowing everything is uniform, plus it'll make updating tags easier!

Once again, draft update and poll (about reader as a Sunny Time Crew actor >:3c ) under the cut~

Draft Update:

Cunning Jean being fucked up and evil snippets

Royal AU, unwilling marriage headcanons

Bo x f!reader 69

Pathetic Jean ruining his life for gn!reader

Jean x gn!reader surprise party

Jean x gn!reader comforting each other

Their reactions to being called daddy~

Bo x stubborn!reader noncon >;3c

Jack x gn!reader babytrap

Werewolf pack AU x gn!reader pregnancy

Joseph x gn!teacher!reader x Jean smut >:3c

Escaped babytrap headcanons for everyone

Purge AU oneshot

Aphrodisiacs with all the sdj guys

Jack x violent!reader

They physically dress you

Rich yandere reader has shrines to them

Ian/Joseph bodyswap headcanons

Jean getting jealous of his son

Werewolves in rut~

Jack and Joseph reacting to reader with a thigh tattoo

Jack and Joseph comforting reader with abusive parents

More genderbent headcanons~

Short, sweet reader who can kick ass headcanons

Reader has angioedema headcanons

Jack x pansexual!reader headcanons

Spicy werewolf mating headcanons

werewolves x fem!reader pregnancy headcanons

Breeding kink headcanons (Bo, Jean, Joseph, Jack)

Jean! Shower! Sex!!!!

Jack controlling reader's dreams

The boys talking dirty to reader

Another Jean walking in on Joseph and reader fic~

Reader has a breeding kink >;3c

Joseph x reader x Jean

Jack, Bo, and Jean with a bimbo reader

Jack, Joseph, Bo, Jean and Shaun rough sex

Favourite positions headcanons

Comfort from everyone

How they react to a reader who can do magic

How they fuck a reader who's taller than them

Chubby reader with stretch marks

Jack going down on a reader who's on their period

Nick x reader making out

Nick x reader noncon somno >:3c

Pre-bed Question:

#draft update #sunshine

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sinistershepherd · 2 years

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Yes I'm gonna try and make this hurt >:/

your choise of the brothers!!

Let's say the boyos had a favorite constant dropoff child, teen, anyone, Well behaved and enjoyed the daycare and both the attendants and was nice to thr other kids too!

WELL, How would the boys react if that child/teen/anyone either couldn't afford to come anymore, OR TO MAKE IT HURT, Passed? /NF NF NF NF!!

I like the ones that hurt bestie /gen

And oh boy is this one going to hurt :)

Also, I’m doing this one a bit….differently

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Sun gathers the children around him, starting role-call as the clock chimes it’s signature 9am shout. He makes sure that all the kids are sitting down and comfortable before he starts to call out the various names of the children now under the daycare attendants care. Everyone seems eager to start playing- little hands squirming in laps, legs bouncing impatiently- he truly does hate to keep them waiting.

He twirls his rays, letting out a quick exclamation:

“Almost everyone is here! Has anyone seen [fav kid]? They usually aren’t this late!” The flamboyant bot tries to keep his tone light despite the feeling of unease that settles inside him. He very rarely feels such things, which only unsettles him more.

The sea of shaking heads beneath him doesn’t help.

“Well, that just won’t do! I’ll be sure to call their parents shortly, maybe they’re just running a bit behind.” He lifts his hand, moving two of his fingers to signify a walking motion. The children giggle, their laughter easing their guardians nerves.

“Alright, alright- while I call [fav child]’s parents, you all can run along and play. Remember, no pushing on the structure, David.” He mutters the name with a scolding wiggle of his finger at the boy, and everyone starts to laugh again as they begin to break away from the circle.

Sun watches them for a moment, relinquishing in their innocence and eagerness for the day. Strangely enough, Sun does not share this feeling. So odd for him.

“You’re worried, aren’t you?” Sun startles as his brother’s voice echoes about their shared code, shaking himself in order to dispel the momentary alarm.

“Maybe? I…yes, I am a bit worried. They usually aren’t late! Their father is very sure to keep track of the time, especially in the mornings when it’s time to go.” Sun replies, earning a small hum from his counterpart. As he speaks with Moon, he starts to make his way across the daycare and over to the security desk, where the phone is.

“Everyone’s late every once in a while…” Moon murmurs, though even he seems unsure. Sun’s smile, permanent though it may be, seems to tighten.

He makes it to the desk just in time for a knock to resound from the front doors. He immediately perks back up, as does Moon- he can feel his relief from within their systems. Everything is fine! Moon was right, they must have just been running a bit late!

He skips lightly over to the door, humming some nursery rhyme or another as he goes. But his fans still whirl faster than normal, he still feels warm with fear. He pauses, his hand merely inches from the handle of the doorway.

What if they aren’t just running late?

He dispels the thought with a shake of his head, encouraging himself to fling open the doors with the same energy that he usually has. It only gets about half-way before he catches sight of the expression on the face of [fav child]’s father.

He looks….crushed, almost. Heartbroken. His eyes are dull and his face is stained with tears. Red rings circle his eyes from numerous attempts at wiping them away, Sun assumes. He looks around outside the daycare doors, finding nothing other than a broken man and yet more anxiety for Sun to gather.

“Security?” He pulls his head back into the daycare, gazing at the guards behind the desk in a sullen manner. His voice is soft, subdued. The guards look up with various shows of concern written on their faces.

“Can you…watch the kids, just for a bit? I have to…talk to this nice gentleman, right here.” Sun murmurs, and immediately the guards nod as one. Without another word, Sun exits the daycare, closing the door behind him.

“What is it, Mr. Liminae? You seem…troubled…” Sun tries to sound nonchalant. Really, he does. But he cannot keep his voice from cracking, cannot stop himself from fidgeting nervously with his hands. Moon is silent within their mind, the soft buzzing of running code being the only sign that he is still there at all.

“They’re…they’re gone! I-I tried to- to swerve but-“ Mr. Liminae starts to stammer out vague references to an event that neither attendant was present for. The first sentence tells him all he needs to know.

“It was this- this drunk-ass driver…such a tool, such a killer and MURDERER, a fucking MURDERER!” The man’s voice raises into a wail, like a child having lost their favorite toy. This is not about a toy. This is about a living, breathing child.

A child that Sun cannot see himself functioning properly without.

“They….they’re dead?” Sun does not correct the mourning father on his language. Doesn’t even consider it. Moon is spewing curses and sobbing within their own shared space, and Sun finds himself understanding why. He has never understood his brother’s ease of mind when it came to cursing or saying naughty words, but now? It all makes sense in the worst possible way.

All Mr. Liminae can do is nod. Sun staggers, leaning on the doors as if physically struck. His vision flashes with heat warnings, Moon’s distant panic becoming fuzzy and incomprehensible.

“No. No, they can’t be.” He barely hears his own voice. He’s shaking now. His world is crumbling before him.

“They….they are, I’m….I’m so sorry….” The father apologizes, of all things, as if Sun is the grieving parent and not him. It takes him longer than it should to process. Sympathy, he is displaying sympathy.

They both loved and wanted the best for this child. And now, they’re gone.

They’re gone.

Sun vaguely reaches out a hand, gently pulling the father into a hug that comes more by instinct than anything else. Sun cannot bring himself to speak. What else is there to say?

And for once, he feels his faceplate shift. The screws keeping his smile in place have fallen away, dropping to the floor with small tinks as they collide with the tile below. His smile falls, emotions surfacing in disgusting ways that he finds himself loathing the moment he feels them. It isn’t quite a frown, isn’t quite a smile. A grimace, an expression only accompanied by tears and screams.

Oil streaks down his faceplate, soft whimpers leaving his voice box. Crying. He’s actually crying.

For once, he allows this, sobbing brokenly along with the father of which he holds with gentle, understanding hands.

Days pass. Sun can no longer bring himself to open the daycare. He loves the kids, he really does.

But, as he looks over the drawings and pictures adorning his walls….he realizes just now much of his life has been spent with [fav child]. So much time, holding, laughing, joking about things no one else would understand. They grew up with Sun and Moon, too. The second parent, of sorts, while their father was away.

They were only twelve.

They were only TWELVE.

The brothers swipe crayons and pencils off of tables, papers strewn about their room. Toys and pillows are torn, tossed off into piles or simply scattered about the floor. Chairs are upturned, blankets are haphazardly covering broken security bots that Moon destroyed in his grief-induced stupors. Sun may have joined him, once or twice.

The room looks like a mess, a storm of rage and sorrow that they have never felt before.

Amongst all this devastation, one wall sits untouched. It is expertly decorated with artwork of a young child to early teen, organized by date and age. The oldest pictures have slight tears or water-damage, but they still remain pristine in all other ways.

The brothers do not let out their fury on that wall. That wall is all they have left of their best friend, after all.

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captainderyn · 1 year

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Wulfwryn/Hal back at you for the OC date ^^

KSJFDHkgfkj I did not mean for this to get lost in my drafts I am so sorry. That's what I get for trying to answer this at work, putting it in my drafts, and going "I'll remember to go back later" -___- famous last words.

Anyway Wulf/Hal would be SUPER interesting because Hal getting the Wulfwryn that we know currently (which is very very strongly attributed to Raenor and how he helped her heal from losing Amdir) would hinge on when they met and how they interacted.

The tl;dr would be whether or not he'd be looking for/wanting genuine open connection at first. Because if he meets Wulfwryn post-Amdir, that isn't happening, she's in a place to be receptive to giving that connection to someone. But she does want companionship (not even like sexual companionship the way she and Raenor started where they were both wanting to escape) so I could totally see them just wandering wherever it is that they are in quiet companionship or maybe sharing tales of their adventures. Wulfwryn would absolutely want to play with Hal's animal friends and maybe there he could see a hint of her real smile, her vibrant laugh, and see that there is more beneath the chilly warrior front she's putting on. At the end of the night there might be a kiss or two, if Hal was game, or maybe just a nice time, sitting together in the waning sun.

I also wholeheartedly agree that they would get into some wild drunken shenanigans in the Shire, someone get them one of those kid leashes because it sounds like they need it lol. Wulfwryn absolutely would encourage Hal's drunken debauchery with fence walking and she herself probably falls into the Brandywine trying to balance on the edge of the bridge xD I could see them winding up in a field/on a knoll, watching the sun go down, the world spinning above them, but laughing and breathless from running all about the town. Drunk Wulfwryn in saucy Wulfwryn, so 👀 if there's a lil smooching she's either instigating or totally game.

#captainderyn answers #showing up late to the oc date meme with starbucks #this was one of those posts where I was like deryn go answer it DERYN #and every single time I'd forget but it was living rent free in my brain #they'd definitely hit it off either way I feel #and i was doing my damndest not to go off on Wulfwryn's character analysis again lol

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mindofharry · 3 years

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Stepdadrry pleaseeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A small little angsty blurb of harry having to deal with a moody child for the first time! enjoy!

Being a dad is something harry has always wanted.

It’s something he’s dreamt about. So when he met you, it was like fate. You two had met at a museum, Y/N was doing the tours and harry was new to town. Harry had been looking for a home for quite a long time and finally found a good one. The only downside was it was in a small village — or maybe it was good. When Harry first moved, he realised everyone in the village knew everyone. So when Harry permanently moved in, he was the talk of the town.

It died down after a few weeks, but he felt like a proper celebrity.

After finding a job in a local café, Harry went exploring and came across Y/N’s small museum. It was nothing fancy, but it looked like the town came together and put this museum up with historical facts about the village. It was something super special, and harry was glad he got to be apart of this.

When he first saw Y/N, his heart practically burst out of his chest. Harry bit his lip and his eyes widened as she turned around from behind the desk. Her long hair was in neat braids, and she was wearing this beautiful yellow sun dress. Y/N had paint on her hands and arms and a flower tucked behind her ear. There was one word to describe Y/N and that word was; perfect.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before” Y/N asked with a big smile, maybe because she was so excited a new person was here or because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I moved here two weeks ago. You’re the first person to have an actual conversation with me” Harry said leaning against the wall. Y/N shook her head and took the flower out of her hair placing it on his harry coat pocket.

“Well, aren’t you lucky?”

And Harry was.

After asking her on a date he knew she was the one. Y/N is kind, selfless and so funny. He found is other match. On the third date, Y/N seemed nervous. Like she was itching to tell him something. Harry then started to get anxious, thinking this is it, this is the time she breaks up with me. So the night was tense, everyone felt it. When dinner was over, Harry drove you back to his and opened up a bottle of wine trying to ease the tension a little.

“I… I have to tell you something” Y/N said and put the glass of wine on the table. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the worst.

“I have a kid”

A kid?

Harry started to laugh.

“Baby, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me?” He giggled and Y/N nodded looking down at her feet. Harry sighed and placed his wine on the table, then lifting Y/N into his lap placing both of his hands on her cheeks.

“I do not care if you have children, Y/N. I like you and whatever comes with you. Tell me about them”

Y/N’s child is a boy, River, fours year old and a total sweetheart. He’s so smart and has the best manners. His dad is still in the picture, but he works a lot so he doesn’t get to see River as much as he’d like to. But there’s no bad blood between Y/N and River’s dad, the relationship just didn’t work out. But Y/N’s glad she’s gotten a second chance, because she’s found her soulmate. Some people aren’t ready to take on that role, and she’d never put anyone in that position unless they 110% ready for it. She knows River will absolutely love Harry.

Harry knew about River now, it was like a weight had lifted off of Y/N’s chest and she could fully relax now.

She wanted Harry to meet River as soon as possible, but she needed to wait it out a bit just in case something were to happen. She doesn’t want to introduce them and only for her and Harry to break up in a couple of weeks. It would be too confusing for everyone, so Harry and River didn’t meet until two months after Harry and Y/N made it official. Y/N had been dropping hints for those months, and River seems to like his dad’s girlfriend, so she thought now was the right time to do it.

“Hi buddy! I’m Harry” Harry introduced himself, giving River the teddy bear he picked up on the way here. Y/N smiled to herself as River hugged Harry. That surprised Harry a bit, but he quickly reciprocated the warm hug with a huge grin.

“You and mumma are together like daddy and Sandra?” River asked and Harry looked up to Y/N, she nodded.

“Yeah, we are together. Is that alright with you?”

River smiled and nodded, “Only if you watch Toy story with me.”

As time went on, River got more comfortable with Harry and vice versa. He didn’t call him dad or anything, nobody would force him to. But they do have special nicknames for each other and River once called Harry his best friend — which totally melted Y/N’s heart.

Harry is a such a great step dad. Y/N could ask for anyone better. He constantly supports Y/N and River in everything, and is just the best person to be around.

Harry and Y/N got married two years into their relationship when River turned six.

It’s been a tough year for River, since he just started school and is finding it hard to make friends. Y/N has talked to the school and they’ve said that this is very normal, and they’re going to encourage him and look after him every step of the way. Y/N has been looking for play therapists for days, but she’s still not sure on the idea.

But River has been acting out. Taking it out on Y/N and not being very nice to her. Harry hates it, he’s tried to tell him off in the nicest way possible, but he’s just not cut out for being bad cop. Usually Y/N says she can handle it, and she does.

But today was different.

After dropping River off at school Y/N and Harry decided to go out for brunch. Y/N hasn’t been herself with River in a mood, so Harry wanted to treat his wife to something nice. Something to cheer her up a little.

“Nice to see you smiling,” Harry said kissing her temple.

“Just worried about him. He’s never been like this before.”

“How about I talk to him? Tell him his behaviour is unacceptable. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” Harry said and Y/N sighed pecking his lips.

“His dad is away on a work thing, so I guess me and you and can talk to him together? I just don’t want him to think this behaviour is ok, but I just wish his dad was here more often” Y/N stressed, Harry pulled her chair closer to his, placing both of his hands on her cheeks calming her slightly.

“We’ll talk to him after dinner. Together.”

And so dinner finally came and Harry was a little nervous, he’s not going to lie. Usually if Rivers being bold Y/N handles it, but he’s not usually like this — but they get it, going to big school is a huge change. River just needs to know his behaviour is not acceptable, but if he ever needs to talk about anything then they’ll be here.

“River, Harry and I need to talk to you.” Y/N said as River tried to disappear up to his room.

River shrugged and continued to walking.

“Buddy, your mums talking to you” Harry said placing a hand on Y/N’s hand. River pouted, but still stood in his spot. “Why don’t you come back over and sit with us?” Harry said and River shook his head. Y/N sighed placing a hand on her forehead, blinking away the tears.

“Fine, we’ll do this here then.”

“There’s something going on with you and we want to help. Your behaviour has been unacceptable the last couple of weeks. We just want to know what’s going on, ok? Mummy and Harry are here to help.”

River groaned and walked towards the table. “I don’t want to talk.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk to us right now. But you need to know that you can’t be cheeky with us like that anymore. It’s upsetting, River. If it keeps going on, they’ll be punishments and you don’t like them do you?” Y/N said trying to reason with him.

River was having absolutely none of this. Harry could tell. He didn’t want to get in the middle of Y/N’s parenting, but he didn’t want them to fight or end up saying something they’d regret.

“Riv, we just want to help-“

“Stop talking to me, you’re not even my real dad. You’ll be out of here in no time” River yelled, running out of the room.

It was quiet and Harry let out a little laugh, Y/N placed a hand on his and started to profusely apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, you were just trying to help I get that. I’m so sorry”

Harry shook his head and sighed, “He’s right, i’m not his real dad. Was just trying to deescalate the situation. Bad move on my part” Harry said throwing the napkin on his plate.

“No, this is not on you. You did the same exact thing I would’ve.”

Y/N went to move, but harry put his hand in the air. “He’s angry, let’s just leave him for a bit. Let him calm down, then i’ll go talk to him.”

“You’re a good dad, Harry.” Y/N said kissing his forehead before bringing the plates over to the sink.

Harry let River calm down for about 30 minutes and then made Y/N a cup of tea. He didn’t like her being so anxious. After that, he made his way upstairs to Rivers room. The door had a note on it saying “Harry and mummy keep out”. He laughed to himself, before knocking on the door. There was a small grumble, so harry let himself in and leaned against the door frame. River was playing with his toys like nothing happened.

“Wanna play with me Harry?” River asked passing him a toy.

Harry sighed and sat down next to River.

“You know what you said really hurt my feelings?” Harry said and River pouted.

“And you’re behaviour has really upset mummy. Made her cry.” Harry said and River put down his car toy. “Just don’t like the school. Makes me nervous.” River said and Harry nodded placing the boy in his lap.

“And why does it make you nervous?”

“Because no one wants to be my friend, Harry.”

Harry sighed and kissed Rivers head.

“You know, me and mummy are going to go up to the school and yell so loud at the teachers” Harry joked and River giggled into harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry i said you’re not my real dad. You are my dad.” River said and Harrys eyes filled up with tears.

“I love you, River”

“Love you too”

“Now let’s go give mumma a kiss before she gets jealous.”

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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angels and demons

warren worthington x reader fluff

@shuckfaced-fangirl Hi! can I request a warren worthington x female mutant reader where her powers are shadow summoning? So I guess everyone in the school kind of views her as some sort of demon? With a lot of fluff? Thank you!!

Description - Y/N is a shadow summoner and is isolated from her peers. Warren helps her see that not everyone fears her and that she is worthy of affection.

warnings - its so fluffy. fem pronouns. some angsty stuff (isolation, depression, sadness), one innuendo, devastating fluff, warren being an angel. i tried to make it POC inclusive, please let me know if it feels restricting or excluding and i will edit it.

word count - 3700, i got carried away

A/N - im so sorry this took so long, i took a break from writing while i am working on moving to college. i will still be spotty for the next few weeks but hopefully, i will post a few more things in that time and then get back on a normal schedule. also, thanks so much for this request, i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope it is something you enjoy reading!

MASTERLIST

You walked through the halls with a lowered head. You knew that you made others uncomfortable and so you chose to try to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. You had been 'gifted' powers with which you could manipulate and create darkness. You were a shadow summoner. That wasn't a name that many found reassuring or comforting.

There were a few who could see past it and who was close to being what you might call friends but those people were few and far between. There were overwhelmingly more people who believed that you must have been a scary and mean person, that you were some sort of demon. This couldn't have been further from the truth if one were to look past appearances. Your shadow was larger and darker than that of your peers and it trailed behind you with a mind of its own, moving and growing without you even meaning for it to happen. Your hands were constantly covered in something darker and dustier than the rest of your skin, a deep and pure black. It trailed from the tips of your fingers and faded on your forearm so it looked as though you had just dipped your arms into a chimney or that shadows were crawling up your arms.

When you first got them, you thought they were sort of cool. They made you look sort of goth and that was fun. That feeling quickly faded when you saw how others, even your family, reacted. They said it was a curse from hell. You were barely convinced otherwise.

You sat away from others at the school during free periods. During lunch you sat alone and in the sun when you could, you hoped it might make others be less scared of you as it might make you look brighter but your shadow, dark and ominous, maintained a spot near you. You wore clothes that made you look more approachable to try to maintain that you weren't scary. Your brightly colored outfit didn't ever seem to work though, no matter how hard you tried.

You looked down at the food in your hands, the sandwich only half-eaten, and you noted your hands. They were so normal looking, your nails were well kept and you thought they were a good size. That they might even be a good size for someone to hold. The only thing was the unnaturally colored dust that seemed to cover them. It was a cool black, it glistened and sparkled in the sun when your fingers moved. It never moved or transferred to anything else, always stuck securely to your skin. You were distracted by the way your fingers seemed to shine when a shadow came near yours, wings outlined in it. You looked up to see a tall blond boy above you with curly hair and bags under his eyes. He nodded to a spot on the grass near you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

You shook your head and even scooted away from the spot to give him more space despite the fact that you were in a large field.

"Do you want me to move?" You asked gently, wondering if maybe he wanted this particular spot and you took it from him unknowingly.

"I mean, I think that would sort of take away the whole point of me trying to sit with you." He smirked and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. "I like your hands" He hummed and you looked at him in shock. When his eyes met yours you tilted your head a bit.

"They don't bother you?" You tried to speak softly.

"No, I think they're awesome. They make you look punk." He smiled and you felt the corners of your mouth tug up a bit too.

"I like your wings." You almost mumbled as you allowed your gaze to move to the large feathery wings behind him. They moved in the wind and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through them. "They make you look like an angel." You smiled and he groaned dramatically.

"I'm trying to look grunge." He pouted and you giggled a bit. At the sound, he looked up at you and blushed a bit. "Maybe we should trade."

"If I could trade you I would. Everyone is scared of how I look." You gazed back at the grass.

"I'm not." His simple statement made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled a bit. You looked back at him and made eye contact for a moment.

"What's your name?" You asked and he maintained his gaze into your eyes. It was the most contact or conversation with someone else you'd had in a long time.

"I'm Warren." He smiled a bit and stuck a hand out to you to shake. You looked at his hand in shock. Nobody ever voluntarily touched your hands. Most of them worried that whatever was on them would spread. You hesitantly brought your hand to his, purposefully giving him plenty of time to remove his hand if he felt uncomfortable. But he didn't. Instead, your hand reached his and he shook it before letting go as if it was no big deal.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled a bit more and you felt a giggle come out of you from the joy of realizing this wasn't a dream, that someone was trying to talk to you and they weren't afraid.

"Is my name that funny?" He teased.

"No, I just-" you paused to think, "it's been so long since anyone has done this with me."

"Talked to you?" He questioned, obviously expecting you to say no and explain what you meant. Instead, you just nodded and his heart clenched for a moment. "Well, you can stick with me then."

"I don't know if you want your reputation to take a hit like that."

"My reputation is 'the angry and damaged kid', I'm sure it can handle the breaking news of me talking to a nice and pretty girl." He reassured before he even realized what he was saying. You could have cried at the feeling that rose up in your chest.

After that day, you stuck to his side like glue and he took no issue with it. The more you got to know him the more you appreciated the fact that he had taken you in. With his help, over the coming months, he helped you develop a stable friend group. That group included people like Ororo and Jane who had heard rumors about you and never bothered to check and see if they were real. They apologized profusely, especially Jean as she felt like she could have easily found out that you were kinder than she thought with her abilities but just had never done so, and you gladly accepted, just happy to be within a group.

You and Warren had developed a reputation. He was overly protective and gruff while you were overly nice and empathetic. You balanced each other well and if you were honest, you were in love with him. That always felt weird to say, you'd never been in love with anyone before but every second you spent with him made you more and more sure of your feelings.

When you and Warren were together, you would daydream about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Being held by him and wrapped in his wings. Getting to play with his unkempt hair. Holding his hand.

Sometimes he would try to encourage you to hold his hand. He would hold it out to you when he was helping you jump down from somewhere high. He would ask you to hand him things and then make decisive contact as he took it from you. He knew that it meant a lot to you, you practically gasped and blushed every time he did it. He had never met anyone so touch starved. He wanted to give you all the affection that you craved.

Unfortunately, Warren was rather oblivious, especially towards things like feelings and emotions. He had no clue that you had any interest in him, even though he hoped you did every day. If he wasn't so attached to your friendship, he might ask you out. Instead, he tried to maintain a friendly distance so he didn't cross any lines while also being as affectionate with you as he could be. You followed a similar path.

The person caught in the middle of this was poor Jean Gray. she had watched you pine over each other since you met and had heard every thought that went through both of your heads. She knew you would never complain or ask for help about anything so she liked to keep tabs on your thoughts every once in a while to make sure you were okay. Still, she tried her best to not listen very often or when you were thinking about anything very personal, she honestly did. But she was a romantic. All she wanted was for you two idiots to get together but you were both oblivious. She decided, probably 3 months into you becoming friends, that she had to do something about it.

She was sitting on your bed while you sat across your bedroom on your small couch. She fiddled with her thumbs while she tried to ignore your constant thoughts about Warren, his hands, his wings, his smile. She was exhausted. she took a small breath while she planned how she would try to say this to you.

"Do you want to know what I heard today?" She called and you looked up at her from the book you were pretending to read.

"Do you mean heard or 'heard'?" You laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"Either." Then she tilted her head. "Both."

"Yeah, I wanna know! What's it about?" You asked while leaning forward in your seat. Jean always had the best gossip to tell because she could literally hear it.

"Warren." She stated simply and watched your reaction. You flushed and stopped breathing for a moment.

"Wha-" you stuttered, "what about him?"

"That he has a thing for you." she winked and you flushed even more.

"You're lying." You assured, a questioning look on your face.

"I'm not and I'm tired of watching you two longing after one another while the rest of the school watches." She smiled and your heart picked up.

"I thought I told you not to look in my head!" You scolded but you weren't actually all that upset. You knew that it was very hard for her to control.

"I cant help it! Both of you think so loud. And I wouldn't have to anyway, Ororo mentioned it to me the other day and she definitely cants read minds." She giggled and you smiled a bit.

"Does he actually like me?" You almost whispered in disbelief.

"Yes! He's been obsessed with you since you started talking."

"But like he would want to actually go-"

"Y/N, I swear to god. If you don't go and talk to him right now I'm going to have a fit." She laughed and you glared at her.

"Okay okay fine, I'm going," you grumbled as you stood and walked toward your door. "If you are wrong I'm gonna be so upset with you."

She just laughed again and you started to walk down the hallway. You thought he might be in his room or outside. You decided to check his room first.

You knocked on his door but you were met with silence. You tried the handle and it moved.

"Warren?" you paused, "I'm coming in," you warned and pushed the door open. When you looked inside, he wasn't there. You took a moment to gaze around his room, it wasn't the first time you had been in there but every time was a bit exciting as you got to see all of the things he had that represented him. He had a boombox and a CD collection on his dresser. Some of his clothes were thrown around his room haphazardly and some of his drawers were open. You looked at the wall next to you where he kept photos that you took. You would carry around a camera or take pictures on your phone of everyone around campus. He always asked for them and then printed them out so he could hang them up. He had even managed to get a couple of you. You smiled a bit before heading back into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

You instead moved towards the door to get out onto the lawn where you thought he would probably be. He often sat under the big oak trees or on the roof if he wanted to get away from people. When you made it outside, you looked around for him.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout. You turned to look for him and saw his silhouette flying from the roof. You paused to admire him and his wings. He always looked so angelic to you. So powerful. You thought about how your power emanated darkness. That you would never appear angelic to someone and would more likely look like a demon. You looked down at your hands for a second, a habit you had when you were thinking about your powers. They sparkled a bit in the sun but it did little to quell the distaste in your mouth.

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of you that was not part of the darkness that surrounded you.

"Y/N?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" he tried not to startle you. Being empathetic wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he tried extra hard around you. he noticed the way you were staring at your hands. The growth of your shadow as you thought about your powers more. He moved to touch one of your hands but you flinched back a bit. He brought his hand back and looked at you with concern. "Whats wrong, angel?" He asked lightly and you looked up at the pet name. He had started calling you that soon after you became friends. You thought it was out of irony but he really was convinced that you were some sort of angel. He also loved the way that your eyes would light up when he said it. You stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Do I scare you?" You asked quietly and your voice shook. He looked surprised by your question and you were surprised too. You didn't know why you were suddenly getting emotional. Why this was now all you could think about. Why it had to come up now when you were trying to express your feelings for him. Instead of responding he reached out to your hand, holding onto it when you let him, despite flinching away slightly. He started to walk, leading you toward the same tree you had met under. Once you both reached it he sat down and looked up at you, waiting for you to sit down too. You did, maybe a bit farther away from him than you needed to be.

"Do you think you scare me?" he asked genuinely and you took a second to think, looking back down at your hands which were now pulled back into your lap.

"I scare me," you stated simply and paused.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know." You mumbled. "I think I freak everyone out. Including you I guess." Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. you really hadn't thought about it in a little while. It had been on your mind plenty when you first started talking to him. You were extra conscious of not pushing him to be around you or near your shadow. You knew that he would move away if he needed to but you also had so many memories of everyone around you fearing you, running from you, telling you that you were a curse. Instead of responding he held his hand out in between the two of you, palm up. You knew that he was inviting you to take it but that he wouldn't push you to. Instead of taking it, you placed your hand near his on the ground and he left his next to yours, not trying to take it if you didn't want him to.

"You don't." He let out, sounding sure of himself and slightly pained. "You don't scare me." You looked at each other. He had tears in his eyes. He was never one to get emotional so you were surprised. "Do I scare you?" he questioned, already knowing your answer but trying to prove a point.

"Of course not." You sighed.

"You have a lot more reason to be afraid of me than I have to be afraid of you." he looked at your hand again. "I'm the one who has a rough history, I'm the one who is angry and has a reputation of being aggressive."

"But, Warren, your mutation is-"

"Mutation has nothing to do with it, Y/N." he sighed. "You have control over your abilities, I have control over mine. The only difference between us is our personalities and I have never had any reason to fear you or dislike you. You're the kindest person I know and everyone in your life who has let you think that there was something wrong with you was terrible. And that was on them."

Your hand reached for his and you laced your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I love you." The words came out of your mouth faster than you could think and you sucked in a breath, almost hoping he didn't hear you. When you glanced up at him he had a gentle smile on his face. He brought the back of your hand up to his face and kissed it before placing it against his cheek.

"I love you too, Y/N" He reached out for your waist and pulled you toward his lap, giving you plenty of time to give him a sign that you were uncomfortable. Instead, you put your leg over his waist so you were straddling his thighs. You held one of his hands in between you and fiddled with his fingers, admiring how your hands contrasted with his. Somehow, him holding your hand made it seem less out of place. You almost felt pride.

You were suddenly surrounded by warmth and shadow, the sounds of the quad around you becoming muted. You looked up around you and his wings were wrapped around the two of you, closing you off into your own little world. You felt the urge to reach out to them but you had never asked. You had never seen him let anyone touch them and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead." your eyes snapped to his in shock.

"Warren, you never let any-"

"I want you to," he admitted and it was true. He had thought many times about asking you to run your fingers through his wings. He would never complain about it but they were a little high maintenance and also sensitive. He never let anyone touch them because most people weren't gentle or he didn't trust them. He knew though that you were the gentlest person on Earth and that he could count on you to be careful.

At his reassurance, you smiled a bit. You reached a hand out to the part of his wing next to his shoulder. You both gasped a bit when your fingers made contact. Warren was a bit surprised at how sensitive they were to your touch and it had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched them. You were entranced by how soft they were. The feathers were delicate and there were so many. You were very careful in how you moved your hand along his wing, looking at him often to see if he was uncomfortable. As you were carding your fingers through his feathers, one came out. You gasped slightly horrified that you had hurt him.

"Hey, it's okay!" he rushed out as he saw your panic. "They just sort of... shed sometimes." He almost seemed embarrassed. Feathers would come off occasionally and he would often have to brush through them himself to release all of the loose feathers, sort of like brushing your hair. He reached to pick up the feather and held it in front of you for you to take. You gladly did and you twirled it in your fingers. "Maybe sometime, if you wouldn't mind, of course, you could help me brush through them?" he asked quietly and you smiled.

"Yeah of course. They seem like they might be a lot of work." you were touched that he trusted you to do that and you thought about how hard it must be to take care of them by himself when they were so big and most of his wings were behind him.

"You should see what it's like to shower with them," he grumbled and then his eyes widened at what he had said. He hadn't meant it to be an innuendo but now he was worried he offended you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and you fell into a fit of giggles.

"I might have to take you up on that offer." Your gentle gaze made him blush. He had never felt this comfortable with anyone. This safe. He decided right then that he would do anything you ever asked of him.

After that day, you and Warren became the cutest couple at the school. You were opposites in multiple ways and your relationship was more wholesome than any of your friends could handle. You got more confident in yourself and your abilities and he allowed himself to be more vulnerable. everyone agreed that you were a match made in heaven.

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starks-hero · 3 years

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Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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coco-goat-milk · 3 years

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Hello! May I request the kids with a Rengoku! Reader? I feel like his character’s overall energy would serve great with them, especially as an older sibling!

Rengoku! reader x Klee, Qiqi and Diona (platonic)

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Rengoku, Qiqi and Diona, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of Ganyu x reader

A/n: Moshi moshi~ cutie, Yes i agree! I really think this dynamic is adorable<3 Oh and I'm back everyone, and I'm sorry it’s so short :)

Reblog, comments and likes are highly appreciated!!!

Klee

First time meeting:

When you first arrived in Mondstadt to help the knights of favonius bc they are lazy you also got introduced to Klee, at first you were shocked that a child was a knight.

She was immediately amazed by you, first of all you look so cool! Second of all you were very...uh.. bright.

She immediately ran up to you asking for your name.

You were immediately enamored with the cute child and decided that you would surprise adopt her.

When you two get closer:

ARSON

No but seriously whenever she blows up fish in the lake you would just encourage her. Basically you stand beside the lake and laugh brightly while she blasts fish into oblivion.

Each time she sees you she always runs towards you expecting hugs!

She also loves playing with you whenever you can, mostly it involves fish blasting or searching for flowers.

She loves it when you braid her hair, especially when the two of you take a picnic and she makes a flower crown.

She really loves listening to you talking about all your fight stories, she will boast about you to the other knights about how cool and strong you are.

Whenever you two get something to eat and you yell “UMAI” in the beginning she is kinda shocked but soon after she joins in.

Whenever she eats anything and it tastes good she yells “UMAI” it has become a habit for her. The first time she did it people looked at her scared but she just kept going.

Whenever she is confinement she draws pictures of you and her together <3

She also likes to play games with you like tag and hide and seek, she also enjoys watching you fight.

You always make sure that she doesnt hurt herself nor cry, so that often leads towards her getting her way with you. (i mean bombing fishes and such)

She really enjoys your warm and big cuddles<3

When the two of you walk through Mondstadt she always asks for you to hold her, and who are you to deny that! You always place her on your shoulder while the two of you laugh brightly.

Klee really wants to cook or bake with you, and she wants to wear matching aprons!

Kawaii (人◕ω◕)

Oh and the two of your aesthetics match it’s adorable :3

Qiqi

First time meeting:

She questioned the honesty of your bright smile-

But she soon understood that everything about you was sincere.

She really liked how honest and nice you were, she hadn't felt that joy in a long time :/

You thought she was adorable, she reminded you of your own little sibling.

Snek man was busy so you took Qiqi outside to play <3

She liked you very much even though she forgot your name a lot of times :p

When you two get closer:

She doesn't really remember people that much but she remembers you! Because of your bright smile and bright aesthetic.

And she always tries to scribble as many details about you down in her notepad<3

She really enjoys the concern and honest love you give her.

unlike someone else who is fake asf

She always looks forward to your visits :)

Since you yourself have a little brother you can take good care of her, she is a little different then other kids but you still treat her like one!

She is very happy with that although it's not really obvious, you know she is!

It's kind of funny how your personalities contrast each other-

You are very protective over her. When she told you about Hu tao, you would rescue her

Sometimes she questions how you can be so enthusiastic.

She doesn't really ask you for a lot of things, but she sometimes asks you if you bought her Coco goat milk (my username ;) and whenever she asks for something you bring it to her in a heartbeat<3

The first time you looked for Coco goat milk you found this beautiful girl, the girl was honestly shocked by your slightly obnoxious behavior but she found you cute and really sweet. She helped you search for ‘coco goat milk’ but it ended up being coconut milk.

Now everytime you visit Qiqi you bring her Coconut milk, she will have this small cute smile on her face. Which makes you smile even more oh my how bright can you get?

You like to bring her to walk around Liyue, you always hold her hand so she doesn't get lost. People sometimes get scared because of your loud voice booming over anyone else's.

She likes to take picnics with you and Ganyu, it gives her this unfamiliar but happy feeling of family!

Qiqi is lowkey a matchmaker for you and Ganyu, she makes the two of you hold hands and while Ganyu lowkey dies with a red face your laugh is as bright as the sun.

Your bright and happy presence always manages to give Qiqi a small smile on her face.

Whenever she is sleepy while you two are away you pick her up and try to be as quiet as possible.

Diona

First time meeting:

In the beginning she didn't like you because she thought you drank alcohol, but then you just asked for a normal drink?? What, how is that possible…

When you found out that basically a kid was working in a winery, you thought you were drunk.

Like honestly why is a kid working with alcohol, anyways you decided to ignore him since y’know Genshin logic.

She was kind of rude in the beginning until you decided to just order some drink without alcohol, suddenly she was kind of you.

You really sat there like ( ´･‿･`)?

Anyways, you decided to spend time with the kid because your caring sibling side decided to act up.

When you two get closer:

You don’t drink alcohol whenever you are with her, she appreciates it so much but she doesn't say that ofc.

She huffs whenever you pat her head but she secretly loves it <3 She expects headpats whenever the two of you meet up.

She really wants to go hunting with you as well, and when you show off your strength she will be so amazed :3

^You are now officially her idol, she looks up to you so much.

Diona wants you to teach her tricks with her sword, because the moment she saw you fight with your sword she was enamored.

You do not like her dad...honestly who does..but anyways you full on ignore him and try to ignore him as much as you can. Because of that you are pretty protective over her as well.

She actually enjoys it whenever you bring her gifts, quite likes it when you gift her plushies and bring her homemade sweet potatoes.

Was very embarrassed when you yelled out ‘UMAI’ and scolded you for it, but when someone looks at you weirdly be ready for a hissing kitty with her nails bared at the person.

She doesn't like it when others take away your attention, Diona will attack those people.

(omg im so sorry but i don't have more headcanons-)

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