#Calls Her the Horsey Girl

[vivwritesfics]

Horse Girl - LN4

High school sweethearts Lando and Y/N are very in love (she also happens to be Flo's best friend and they met through their yards) (any words you don't understand are probably just unimportant horsey terms dw about it) (also idk anything about flo's riding journey, so i made it mirror mine)

Lando Norris x reader

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"Flo," Y/N called as she appeared at the stable door. She had Gismo's bridle over her shoulder and her riding hat already on her head. "Think I borrow your martingale?"

Flo left her brush on her horses back and turned towards her friend. "I have conditions."

"Give them to me."

Flo held out her hand, checking things off on her fingers. "You clean it for me at the end of the week, you muck out for me tonight and we go on a hack."

Y/N let out a sigh. "I'm going out with Lando tonight," she said.

Being in a long distance relationship with an F1 driver wasn't easy. Y/N had to stay in England to take care of Gismo and Sooty while Lando was living in Monaco and travelling the world.

When Y/N could, she got somebody to look after the horses and spent a week with Lando in Monaco. When Lando could, he spent the week at Y/N's, visiting his family and watching her ride.

Y/N tried to spend as much time over the summer and winter breaks with him. But this year Y/N began competing Gismo. Lando travelled with her when he could during her competitions. He always had his camera with him, posting her on the jpg account.

Lando and Y/N had been friends for a bloody long time. When Flo started riding lessons, she was stuck behind a girl on a fat little pony that refused to do more than a walk. When their lesson activity had them riding side by side, Flo and Y/N became fast friends.

They went from a weekend lesson together to being at the yard every single day. They loaned the same horse, Y/N riding him for half of the week and Flo riding him for the other. Most of the time they'd be there on the same day, mucking out his stable together and cleaning his tack together. On Flo's day's to ride, Y/N was the one who sorted the jumps and picked up the shit.

When they were younger, when they'd spend all day at the stables, Y/N would sleep over at the Norris house. Flo lived closer to the yard so it just made sense.

Staying at the Norris house meant meeting Flo's big brother. Y/N had heard stories of him before, stories of his karting and his dreams of being in F1.

And then Y/N met Lando. He was the kind of boy who, when Y/N slept over, he wouldn't leave them alone. He was the annoying big brother that stopped by to make a comment on the film they were watching, steal some of their snacks and run off to play his PlayStation.

When they were teenagers, Y/N fifteen and Lando seventeen, things changed. He kept on with that whole annoying big brother image until he was around fifteen. And then he didn't care about teasing the girls - he was too busy winning in F3.

But at seventeen, he started to see Y/N a little differently. She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she watched him win around Silverstone. When he saw her afterwards, he saw her in a new light. Maybe it was that post win haze. But no, because the feelings didn't go away.

Lando waited two and a bit years before he made a move. He was in F2, then, waiting to take his place on the McLaren F1 team. Y/N and Flo were show jumping at the lower levels and Flo was Y/N's show groom for when she tried her hand at eventing.

Lando came up with every excuse in the book to join Y/N and Flo when they went eventing. He offered to drive the trailer for them, offered to groom and tack up Sooty for her. Of course, Lando had no idea what he was doing when it came to grooming and tacking up.

Flo was heavily judging her brother, but she let him come with them. He stood by the trailer, feeding Sooty mints while Y/N and Flo tacked up.

Before Lando entered F1, he knew he had to make his move. Y/N had agreed to help Flo with her horses for the night while she was off doing something unknown. It was November and Lando had just turned 19. It was now or never.

Lando made his way down to the stables. It was dark and freezing, the stables lit by floodlights. Y/N had mucked out Flo's horses and had moved onto hay. Her own horses hadn't yet been taken care of; she could deal with them once she was done with Flo's horses. Lando walked across the yard, trying to avoid getting mud on his shoes. "Y/N?" He called, looking from stable to stable.

Y/N emerged from a barn. She was in her black riding pants, mud splashed up the side. The mud disappeared under her coat and she wore a knitted beanie on her head. "Lando? What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked out of the barn with hay in her arms.

Lando let out a laugh when he saw the mud up her side. "Did you fall off or something?"

She let out a laugh as she threw the hay over the stable door. "Yeah, Sooty decided there was a gremlin hiding in the corner of the arena and freaked out," she answered as she bolted the stable door shut.

With Flo's horses done, Y/N started looking after her own. As she mucked out, Lando talked to her and gave Gismo attention. "So, McLaren, huh?" Y/N asked as she moved Gismo away from the stable door. "You excited?"

"You know it, baby!" Lando cheered. But his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he scratched at the back of his neck. "Are you gonna come to any of my races?"

"Yeah I'll go with Flo."

But that wasn't what Lando meant. He cleared his throat and rocked on his heels. "What if Flo doesn't go to any? Will you?"

Y/N stopped and put her broom against the stable wall. She crossed her arms over her coat and turned towards her best friends brother. "What are you trying to say, Lan?" Because there was clearly something he wasn't getting across.

Lan. He loved it. He loved when Y/N called him Lan. He somehow went even more red as he looked at her. "I want you to come to my races with me, whether Flo is there or not."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh holy shit, Lan. I'd love to." She looked back at Gismo. "But I can't. Not when I've got these guys."

"Let me take you on a date then, before I go."

That was five years ago. Now, everybody was waiting for the couple to get engaged.

They were in the process of trying to move in together, but that meant Y/N moving the horses with her. Trying to find a stables just outside of Monaco that wasn't over the top expensive seemed too be an impossible task. Lando was happy to pay any amount of money to have his girlfriend and the horses there with him.

But Y/N didn't want to do that. She didn't want to have to rely on Lando to pay for everything. She was going to make it to Monaco, to be there with him, on her own.

Until then they were stuck with the odd date night whenever Lando could come back to England. If Y/N could, she paid somebody to look after Sooty and Gismo while she went to Monaco or to the odd race.

"Is he meeting you here?" Asked Flo as they walked across the stables, towards where they kept their equipment.

Y/N nodded her head. "Should get here just before I'm done with Gismo," she answered. "Pretty good timing if you ask me."

Lando was an incredibly supportive boyfriend. He had to be, with Y/N supporting his Formula One career. Whenever Lando could he came to one of her shows. No matter if she was eventing or jumping or doing dressage, Lando was watching with his camera.

Flo let out a sigh as she passed the martingale to Y/N. "You know, it might actually be nice to see him," she said as she and Y/N made their way back over to the horse.

Y/N quickly got herself and Gismo ready. She led him out to the arena and mounted. She rode him around the arena, warming him up and sending him flying over jumps as she waited for her boyfriend to appear.

Boyfriend. It had been weird saying that at first. After he and Y/N had their first date Lando was whisked away into the world of Formula One. They called a lot in that time, but it was strange. Their dynamics had changed but they weren't together yet.

It was a while before they got to have a second date.

A month after the second they had their third. That was when Lando officially asked her to be his.

That was five years ago.

As soon as Lando turned up to the stables, he knew white trainers had been a mistake. Actually, bringing such an expensive car had been a mistake. But, he got out anyway, locked it, and walked to where he knew he would find his girlfriend.

Lando was in awe every time he watched her ride. He couldn't tear her eyes away as she sent Gismo flying over the jumps, throwing her hands forward to let his neck stretch.

Lando had sat on Gismo before. He was the calmer of the two horses, the only one Y/N trusted to take care of Lando.

When Y/N finished jumping and brought Gismo back down to a trot, Lando clapped. Once upon a time he had whistled for her, but Sooty had spooked and Y/N had fallen off. Lando hadn't done it since.

"Lan!" Y/N called as she steers Gismo towards him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Lando as Gismo put his head over the fence, searching him for treats. When he discovered Lando didn't have any, he resorted to getting attention instead. "Missed you as well, Gremlin."

Y/N took two minutes to cool Gismo down before she jumped off. She took him back to the stable and untacked him in record time, all while Lando watched. It was incredible watching her do the thing she loved, he realised. She must've felt the same way about him.

As soon as she was done, it was time for date night. Y/N finally managed to wrap her arms around Lando, holding him close. "You're gonna stink of horses," she said as Lando squeezed her even tighter.

"I don't care," he answered before he kissed her.

Keeping one arm around her waist, Lando walked her out to the car. Her boots were muddy on his cars interior, but Lando didn't care. She could have walked shit into his car and he wouldn't have cared.

"I brought that dress you like," Lando said. Before he'd gotten to the stables he'd stopped at Y/Ns apartment to get something for her to wear.

"You're the best, Lan," she said as she sorted the music.

I won't bore you with the details of their drive to their drive to the restaurant. Once they pulled up in the car park Y/N tried her best to get dressed in the not very spacious car, since their was no way she was getting in in her state. She combed her fingers through her hair, brushing out any hay.

"Goddamn," said Lando as she stepped out the car. Y/N slipped her hand into his and she walked in.

The restaurant was nice, rather fancy. The pair shared a candle-lit Italian dinner, with music playing softly in the background. Y/N listened eagerly as Lando spoke about his last race. "I really wish you were there, though," he muttered as he finished his dinner. "I can't wait for you to move to Monaco."

"I know, Lan. I can't wait either," she replied. They were making progress. Y/N had found a stables near enough by and it wasn't too pricy. She had a key to Lando's apartment, where she was staying for the weekend while he was away at another race.

As soon as they were finished eating, Lando asked for the bill. "No dessert?" Y/N asked with a frown. Lando loved his dessert, but today he was rushing.

"Nope," Lando answered as he paid. "My trainer would kill me."

As soon as he had paid, Lando escorted Y/N out of the restaurant. He walked her over to the car, stopping half way to do up his laces.

"Thanks for tonight, Lan," she said as she turned towards him.

But, when she did, Lando wasn't doing up his laces. He was down on one knew, an open ring box in his hand. Inside of the ring box was, well, a ring. It was simple, a band with a small stone, just the way Y/N liked it. "I know we haven't moved in together yet, but I really wanna marry you."

There was a moment where Y/N couldn't answer him. She was in complete and utter shock. The only talks of marriage had been tabloid speculation, no indicators from Lando himself. "Holy shit, Lan," she said, because that was all she could say.

It wasn't a question of whether Y/N wanted to marry him. Of course she did. She wanted that more than anything.

"Holy shit Lando Norris. Of course I'll marry you."

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[f10werfae]

Can you give us an example of Henry giving the twins the stink eye and them running to their Momma and her defending them? I love this sweet little family and your writing.

“Iris off now please, that’s not a plaything” Henry sighed seeing his daughter playing around in his workshop.

“But it is dada, it’s a horsey, p-plus all your tools are gone” Iris replied back sassily rocking back and forth on the wooden horse she had asked her daddy to make her, she had him wrapped around her baby finger. “Iris, don’t answer back, now pop off back inside please and behave yourself” At the sound of her daddy’s harsh stern tone, her lips tightened and chin creased. “F-fine don’t want horsey anyway”

“Good cause bad girls don’t get horseys” As soon as she heard her daddy call her a bad girl she knew exactly what to do, she knew her daddy’s weakness. “M-momma” Iris cried out with tears at the corner of her eyes, running towards the living room she saw her brother Beau playing with Marly on the couch as Y/n combed his hair lovingly; their new sibling housed comfortable in her stomach.

When Y/n saw her teary baby her face immediately fell into a pout, “W-what’s wrong Iris baby” Y/n cooed opening her arms and letting her baby fall into her chest, kisses being peppered onto her head. “P-papa was bein’ a meanie and no say sorry” She said through hiccups, Y/n’s eyebrows furrowing as her eyes landed on her husband who walked in with one hand scuffing his beard.

“H-Hen? What d-do ya have to say for yourself?” Y/n scolded with a pout still playing on her lips, Iris hugging her momma’s neck as she gave Henry a face (all of a sudden her tears had stopped and baby Iris had a glorious smirk on her face)

“You little-“

“H-Hen stop it! She’s our b-baby and you were bein’ mean!”

“Baby bun she was playin’ about on the horse-“

“That’s what t-the horse is for no?” Y/n said fiercely, knowing she was going to win this argument, she won every argument. “You’re right baby i’m sorry, I’m sorry to my other baby too” Henry sighed bending over and plucking Iris into his arms before whispering into his daughter’s ear, “You smart little rat, i’ll get you for that”

“Sure you will papa!” She smiled wiggling out of his arms and running towards her playroom with Beau not long following her. “Do I gotta make it up to you too huh?” Henry whispered slotting himself beside Y/n on the sofa, his arm tucking her into his side; his other hand smoothing over her growing stomach. “I know how you can daddy”

#faesthoughts #lumberjack!henry cavill #fae henry thoughts #lumberjack!henry

[luvneymar]

(3) THE BIRDS AND THE BEES — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have to explain how babies are made to Davi, after the conversation you both reminisces about how your baby girl got here.

“Mommy I have a question.” Davi asked in a quiet voice. Davi has been weird all day asking you things just to say “nevermind” before a chance to express himself.

“Yes baby? You’ve been weird all day. Is there anything going on?” You asked him with a worried look on your face

“Uh, How did you get Valentina inside your belly? Did you swallow her?” Davi asked with an innocent smile. You smiled back at him so hard as you tried not to choke on your own spit. Neymar had been away for training today so it was just you and him.

“Huh, Okay. Uh Davi? Why don’t we wait till papa is here so we can explain it together?” You needed time to find an excuse that wasn’t to far from the truth, age appropriate & kid-friendly all in… 30 minutes, glancing at your watch.

“Okay!” As davi ran off to play with his toys you picked at your fingernails walking back and forth wondering how you could make Neymar fucking you into a sex coma as PG as possible.

As the clock ticked the less your braincells produced ideas. Figuring that calling Ney and telling him the situation before he arrived home would be the best idea.

The moment you reached to dial his number the front door had opened and Neymar had walked in. Oh Thank God. “Boa noite, família!” [Good Evening family!] Neymar placed his duffle bad in the hallways and plopped himself on to the couch.

Pulling you onto his lap sitting sideways he pulled you in for a kiss before calling out to his son. “Davi! I’m home!” He yelled out caressing your sore back. Ever since the pregnancy began he’s notice how tense you got in your back and shoulders and made it a mission to ease that tension almost every day.

The pitter patter of Davi’s small feet hit the floorboards as he came running to his dad and mom. “Hi daddy!” Neymar pulled him onto his other thigh and wrapped his hands around the both of you. “Mama can you and daddy pleasee answer my question?”

Neymar looked at you in confusion and whispered into your ear with a raspy voice. “what question?” You got shivers down your spine just thinking about what the outcome was when he last used that voice on you.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself Davi?” You tried as hard as you could to ignore any time of hormones that would arise while thinking about this topic let alone explaining it. Stupid pregnancy brain.

“Daddy I asked mama, How did she get Valentina inside her belly? Did she like swallow her?” Davi asked with an unsure voice hoping his baby sister wasn’t swallowed to be convinced.

Upon hearing that Neymar tried so hard not to laugh but hearing the last part made him burst out into a fit of laughter. You smacked him in his shoulder multiple times unable to control the smile on your face.

“Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were out and mommy had to many shots of tequila, soon after that mommy took off-.”

You elbowed him in the side and sent a nasty glare his way making sure he got the message as to not give 4 year old Davi the details about how your babygirl was conceived. “Sorry Sorry, Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were playing a game called horsey.”

“Oh, Can I play?” Davi asked innocently, You almost choked on your spit before shaking your head multiple times at Davi. “Oh no,no,no Davi baby you can’t, it’s for… Older people. Like me and daddy!”

“aww, are you sure I can’t play?” Davi pouts and looks up at you both with his big brown eyes. “I’m sure Davi.” Your short and firm answer made Davi drop the topic all together.

“Okay fine, bye mommy, bye daddy.” He ran off to play with his toys leaving you and Neymar alone in the common room. You turned to look at him just admiring his facial features.

“Something on my face princesa?” Neymar asks before turning to look at you. Shaking your head and scooting closer you put your head on his shoulder and drew circles around his abs.

“Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe, Maybe not. The actual question here is… If I do, what are you gonna do about it?”

Neymar turned his head and poked his tongue at his cheek with a cocky look on his face. “The last time we went through this you ended up with Valentina. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Actually…No!” You get up and run towards the hallway with Neymar not being that far behind you. Turning the corner was the guest bathroom and you ran into it barely closing the door on Neymar’s face.

“Open the door princesaa! Lemme in. I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Yes you will! You’re gonna kiss me, then touch my boobs, then it’ll lead to very bad things, so no!” You yell out in a playful manner tempting Neymar to think of dirty things.

“But you have amazing boobs.” Neymar stated using the voice of an intellectual. You couldn’t help but laugh at the voice he used explains how boobs are the greatest creation.

“Don’t tempt me Mr. Santos, you just wanna get in my pants. The doctor did say that sex this late into a pregnancy is just begging for pre-term labor.”

“I’m not! I promise I will never do anything to harm our precious Vale.” He placed his hand on his heart hoping you’d be convinced. You opened the door just enough to see his face before slowly opening the door and letting him in.

“Thank you princesa. I you know I could never be kept from you too long. I’d go insane.” He kissed your forehead before placing his forehead on yours & placing his hands on your waist sliding it down to your hips.

He dipped his hand into your underwear waistband snapping it against your pelvis. “HEY!” you shouted pulling away. “way to ruin the mood.” you pinched his side and walked away to sit on the edge of the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He muttered before following you sitting on the carpet below you. You caressed your pregnant belly soothing your baby. You took neymar’s hand and placed it on your stomach so he can feel his baby kick.

“Valentina is gonna be here soon isnt she?” He continued caressing your stomach feeling her movement and you smiled softly. He’s been so good with Davi even as a teen dad. It felt like yesterday when you gave birth to Davi as a teen mom dating your first love; an universal superstar.

“2 months left till she’s here. You know it felt like yesterday that you and I were just freaking out about being teen parents.” You confessed, that was a point in your life that was both traumatic & joyful.

“Yeah, seeing Davi for the first time just made all my doubts go away about being a teen dad” You smiled at the memory of seeing your baby boy for the first time and that sense of relief just washing over you.

You both sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence. “You still tryna get into my pants?” You look down at him with a glare smacking his hand away that that tempted to ease into your underwear.

“Just had to see if that was still an option.” He laughed and stuck his tongue out with a cheeky grin. “Well it isn’t.” You pouted, standing up from the edge of the bathtub you begun to walk to the mirror and stared at yourself.

Neymar was right behind you stopping right behind you, he kissed your neck and looked at you through the mirror gripping your hips.“Once my last season at Santos is over, i’m gonna make you my Mrs. Santos. I promise.”

“Mmh, Really? You promise?”

“Really, I promise” He turned you around and kissed your lips gripping the side of your face, he pulled away leaving little room between your face. “Are you gonnna kiss me like that at our wedding?”

“Nope.” He smirks with a proud look on his face.

“Nope?” You raised your eyebrows at him putting your hands on your hips.

“No. Because if I do we’ll just end up fucking like rabbits at the alter.” You both looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. As you laughed you took in what he said and stopped laughing.

“Alter? Who said we’re getting married an alter?” You asked with confusion, the place of your wedding was always important to you even since you were a little girl. You always imagined it be at at a [place] or at a [religious building]

“what?” Neymar looked at you with a surprised face as you did the same. It’s funny because 5 minutes before you both were making marriage plans and now it seemed as if you didn’t know the man you were standing in-front of anymore.

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[arte072]

None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. -   AGoT Sansa I

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody.  -   AGoT Sansa I

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."  - AGoT Arya II

Margaery hailed them when the two columns met and fell in beside the queen's litter. Her cheeks were flushed, her brown ringlets tumbling loosely about her shoulders, stirred by every puff of wind. "We have been picking autumn flowers in the kingswood," she told them.

I know where you were, the queen thought. Her informers were very good about keeping her apprised of Margaery's movements. Such a restless girl, our little queen. She seldom let more than three days pass without going off for a ride. Some days they would ride along the Rosby road to hunt for shells and eat beside the sea. Other times she would take her entourage across the river for an afternoon of hawking. The little queen was fond of going out on boats as well, sailing up and down the Blackwater Rush to no particular purpose. When she was feeling pious she would leave the castle to pray at Baelor's Sept. She gave her custom to a dozen different seamstresses, was well-known amongst the city's goldsmiths, and had even been known to visit the fish market by the Mud Gate for a look at the day's catch. Wherever she went, the smallfolk fawned on her, and Lady Margaery did all she could to fan their ardor. She was forever giving alms to beggars, buying hot pies off bakers' carts, and reining up to speak to common tradesmen. - AFfC  Cersei VI

I just think Arya and Margaery are neat and would really get along  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So here they are getting some street food together~ 

#Arya Stark #house stark #margaery tyrell #house tyrell #ASoIaF #A Song of Ice and Fire #artists on tumblr #digital art #asoiaf fanart #my art

[mattspoetdepartment]

Christmas shopping with Clem and Wren ☺️

Sorry this is late 😩 but I hope you like it!

Jack had decided to take both of the girls to the mall to go Christmas shopping. You and your five month baby boy Mason had to stay home.

“Are my girls ready?!” Jack asked buckling Wren.

“Yeah!” Clementine had been talking about this ever since Jack had brought it up. She was always excited at the opportunity to buy something for you.

“Clem baby, you got your belt or do you need help?” Jack asked, looking at her making sure she was all good.

“I got it! I’m a big girl remember daddy?” She shook her head at him and giggled at his face.

“You’re so right. Silly me” Jack got in the driver seat and buckled himself in. He noticed how quiet Wren was and looked back at her.

She was looking out the window quietly humming ‘detox’ to herself. She had been on that song ever since she heard you listening to it. Jack always thought it was adorable how much Wren took after you.

“Whatcha thinking about Wrenly?”

“Can we buy mama a horsey?” Jack knew the only reason she asked was because they had just watched the movie Spirit about a horse. He chuckled at her shaking his head.

“No can do on the horse babe, we wouldn’t have anywhere to put them!” She sighed but then agreed.

The first stop they were making was Coach. Jack knew there had been a navy blue coach bag that you had been talking about getting.

When they got in the store Wren was already feeling tired of walking so Jack carried her on his hip while she rested her head on his shoulder and picked at the lint on his shirt.

“Daddy can I look at the bracelets please?” Clementine had always had a thing for jewelry and she knew she wanted to get you some type of bracelet.

“Yeah baby, just stay where I can see you okay?” She nodded, walking to the bracelets.

Jack had already ordered the bag and just walked to the front desk to pick it up. One thing he was always good at was getting gifts on time.

Clementine gasped at a bracelet she saw and quickly called for Jack. “I want to get mommy this one!” She pointed at a rose gold bracelet that had the coach logo along with a few diamonds circling around it.

“Good find Clem!” After Jack had purchased the bracelet the three of them walked around for a bit getting things for both you and Mason.

By the time they got home all three of them were exhausted and ready for a nap (especially Wren)

#jacks poison #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #dad!jack #dad jack #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #I also didn’t know how to really end it so I apologize for that too!!

[kawakalalala]

I hope you're feeling better from your injury 💜

Here's some silly writing ideas (no pressure!!):

Western AU- Outlaw Abby kidnaps Reader who is the sheriff's daughter for ransom. Over the time she's with her, Abby starts to develop feelings for her and it gets spicy from there

Medieval AU- Knight Abby and Knight Reader are in the same guard but are rivals, constantly trying to outdo the other. One day, the tension bubbles over.

Or just maybe how Abby would react to her partner getting hurt during a patrol

Alright enough rambling, thanks for reading!! Hope doesn't bother you!!

hi!!!! PUH-LEASE don’t apologize for rambling. i fuckin love rambling! and thank u! unfortunately i tried to go back to work like the little overachiever i am and made myself worse..☺️

n e wayz!

holy shit the western au has my little horse girl brain in a chokehold. outlaw abby w a little quarter horse mare :((((

on the topic of horsey abby…

rodeo!abby !?!?!? barrel races and drives a truck, competes every weekend and literally babies her horses w a million different toys and rugs and treats… spends all day at the barn w you if u also ride 🤧🤧🤧

horse show gf!abs (for my own sake i think im gonna make a whole post on this) UUUFHFHFHFHHF OH MY GOD i wish there were more gay horse girls to explain how hot this is. she helps u drive down to the venue and waits w u between classes and lugs all your stuff back and forth from the trailer :((((

i did rodeo as a kid but now i do a discipline called the hunter jumpers, which is like the bougiest version of equestrianism HEHAHSHA but ok enough

OBSESSED W SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!R AND OUTLAW!ABBY BUT WHAT ABOUT SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!ABS AND OUTLAW!READER!!!

cause imagine being in the town jail and eyeing her and trying to flirt your way into getting her keys but getting hooked on her 🫣🫣🫣

HOLT SHIT KNIGHT RIVALRY 🤤

ANY RIVALRY IS MT FUCKING WEAKNESSSS LIKE YES BATTLE FOR DOMINANCE PLEASE

this is a mess sorry im fangirling over things in my own head

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[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 6: You Gave Me the Strength to Keep Going

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: It's only perfect.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: T, more yearning for Jack and his ranch, a kiss!, will be E in later chapters so full series is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: It's time to see what Jack's ranch is all about, and to find out exactly what he's keeping in that barn. Hint: my horsey girls will be very excited about it! There's been a dearth of horse content in this sequel but we're about to change that.

Cross-posted on AO3

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The conversation on the drive back to Jack’s ranch is peppered with questions about Lacey’s wedding, your life in the “real world” as you both have taken to calling it, and observations of the landscape as the town thins out. Jack listens to you describe your job, tedious as it may be, and the hobbies that fill your free time. They pale in comparison to the cozy warmth of this town and Jack’s life commingled with it. The cool grays and blues of your apartment, the shimmering glass and steel of skyscrapers, the distinct coldness of how easy it is to live your life without ever interacting with another human being. None of it entices you home. 

“It must all sound boring after what you’ve been through,” you muse, Jack chuckling softly. 

“I don’t know, Sugar, I think you had some trials of your own,” he says as he parks the truck. You look at him curiously, making a smile quirk on his lips. He shrugs, shifting in his seat to face you better. 

“When we were…there…you told Mary and Jeb about a husband.” 

Mouth drying out, you recall the story with the thrum of anticipation that moment brought. Jack’s body so close, a lie because the truth was too hard to weave. The twin emotions of relief and disgust at how easy it was to imagine Eric removed from your life. 

“Now, I realized it may not have been true, but on the off chance it was I took my time making sure.”

“Sure of what?”

Jack chews his mustache, hand smoothing around the steering wheel.

“That you weren’t happily married. That I wouldn’t ruin your life by barging in if you found someone in the time it took me to find you.” 

Your cheeks heat up, embarrassment and curiosity warring.

“How?”

Now Jack’s cheeks are pinking, eyes darting to the barn outside and back to you.

“The private investigator I hired. I asked if you had a marriage certificate, and he didn’t find one. Then, I went to see for myself. Had a list of places you might be, and a few times I found you.” The hazy mist of half-formed memories drifts in - broad shoulders passing you by, a cowboy hat in the corner of your eye. You must look shocked because his eyes plead with you. “I’m sorry Sugar, I know how bad it sounds, I just…I told myself I’d walk away if I had proof.” He nods down at your hands worrying in your lap. “That tricked me for a while.” 

You look down, the muted teal of the ring on your left hand pouring realization over your head.

“It’s not a…” you stammer, but Jack interrupts with a placating wave.

“I heard. You and Lacey were talking about it. She got it for you?” 

It dawns on you that most of what you’d discussed in the past two days was Jack’s year of awakening. He knew nothing of yours. Spinning the ring on your finger, you find words that hurt less every time you speak them.

“I was engaged when I met you. Really unhappily, but I couldn’t admit it. You…you changed something for me. I went back and left him. Lacey helped me through it, and it was this ring she got me on her own Westworld adventure that made giving his back more bearable.” 

Jack’s eyes harden and soften in record time, hand flexing in his lap. You wish he would reach for yours. 

“I’m sorry you went through that, darlin’,” he says, shifting in his seat and putting one hand on the door handle.

“I’ve been a lot happier since then,” you say, a wider smile blooming on Jack’s face.

“Good,” he says, warm and thick like honey. Yanking on the handle, you find a little bravery that’s less foreign in your mouth.

“There hasn’t been anyone since,” you add. Since you sits on your tongue, but you swallow it back. His quick glance, edged with a heat that sends a frisson down your back, responds as loud as you need it.

Good.

Traipsing out, Jack saunters around the truck. A lightning bolt of white and brown streaks out from between the buildings, Russell bouncing in a tight orbit around Jack’s feet.

“Yeah, yeah, missed us Russ?” he says, the casual roll of us off his lips making your heart pound. He scratches Russell between his floppy ears as his tongue lolls out wildly. Straightening up, Jack shifts nervously with his hands on his hips.

“I thought before you head back, you might want to see the rest of the place?” he offers, your heart clenching at the way his jaw ticks side to side as he waits for your answer. It’s barely past noon, sun high and hot in the sky, the deep earthen scent of dust and clay in your nose. You wait for an objection to surface, some hard and fast desire to run from how messy and strange this all has been. 

For once, your mind is silent. 

“Yeah, show me around cowboy,” you say, and the bashful smile that one agreement elicits makes you want to kiss him.

Holy shit, you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly. 

But he’s turning and ushering you towards the barn, a steady stream of tour guide-worthy tidbits matching his stride.

“...barn wasn’t in good shape, so I fixed it up with a few other guys in town. I mostly keep the machines I work on in here, some hay and feed, you know.” Pulling open one of the large doors Jack leads you in, your eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. What looks like a delivery drone rests on the floor, a toolbox and tablet on a table nearby.

“That’s a new generation seeding and fertilizing tool, though they don’t make ‘em to last. Blades always get damaged or the motor burns out. Parts are cheap, but not many people know how to fix complex machines.” Your body continues to warm at this blatant display of knowledge and competence, being careful not to step too close to the drone. Catching Jack’s eye, you quirk an eyebrow at complex machines and he shrugs. “Lots of older folks just trying to make a living. I help them, they help me. It’s…familiar.”

Looking up, you startle as a handful of glossy glowing orbs point at you from the hayloft. Jack follows your line of sight and tsks.

“How are there even more of you now?” he exclaims, and from above a chorus of mewls tickle a laugh out of your throat. “I swear they’re making my loft a den of ill repute, but damn if they aren’t cute.” 

“Soft spot for animals?” you tease as blurry shapes move away from the edge. Jack shrugs but it’s even shyer now, Russell settling at his heel and staring adoringly at his master.

“They’re easier than people sometimes,” he says, colored with subtle melancholy. You kneel and hold a hand out for Russell, which he sniffs before allowing you to scritch his princely head. 

“I always wanted a bunch of animals when I was a kid. My parents never let me have any, didn’t want to end up taking care of them.” Russell’s tail wags furiously as he lets you roughhouse him a little, wiggling his little lean body under your hands. When you look up at Jack there’s a thick layer of fondness on his face that he hurriedly tries to wipe off.

“Well then you’ll love the rest of the zoo I’ve got here,” he says, clearing his throat as inconspicuous as he can. You bounce to your feet, excitement thrumming in your veins.

“I can’t wait,” you say, giddiness washing away the lingering anxiety in your shoulders. Jack motions you out of the barn with a flourish.

Once back outside he leads you between the house and the barn to a domestic vista that swells around you. There’s a delicate wire fence corralling about fifteen chickens, a perfect row of henhouses lined up in the sunshine. A caramel colored is strutting outside the fence, head snapping quickly to you and Jack. He tips his hat and rumbles a “Ma’am” at her, little head cocking with a cluck before returning to her strut.

“She’s the boss,” he says, brightening at your giggles as the hen patrols…well, like a mother hen. 

It’s easy to see Jack is in his element here, amongst the animals and a small town that doesn’t ask for much beyond what he can give. His eyes are bright and mirthful, hands moving quickly, and he’s lighter than you’ve ever seen him. He’s clearly home. 

“Now, for the piéce de résistance,” he jokes, opening the wooden gate around the second barn and ushering you in. 

Sunlight filters in through an opening in the roof, the rays speckled with hazy dust motes. Your nose fills with the scent of sweet hay and horse musk, and you can’t stop a smile from beaming on your face. The short walkway is lined with stables, many without doors and stacked with hay or saddle racks. A few saddle cloths drape over the partitions, sable browns and rust reds you observe as you step quietly behind Jack. 

Then, a sound that makes your body spark to life - the plosive snuffle of a horse’s snout.

“I didn’t mean to hide them from you so long, didn’t get a chance to show you before,” Jack chuckles at your open expression as a long black nose pokes over the top of the stable door. “This here’s Jet. He’s my work horse, always carrying my ass around.” He pats the onyx horse on the neck, earning another whuffle as you smooth your palm between his eyes. Jet moves with the calm self-assurance of an experienced creature, sure-footed and even tempered. 

Another, almost indignant snort comes from behind, and you turn to investigate. Just across the walkway is another stable, another occupant, and one that takes your breath away.

An Appaloosa. A long, delicate snout speckled with chestnut brown and buttery white, nostrils flaring as it tosses its silvery mane. Unbidden you walk over to it, barely aware of Jack by your side. It stomps and shifts in the stable, shaking its head again as you come within reach. 

“She’s new,” Jack says quietly, your eyes still locked on the mare as she watches you with one unblinking glossy eye. “Folks selling her said she was too ornery, but she warmed up just fine to me.” Jack reaches out to pat her neck and she settles down, still shifting on her feet. You reach out a hand to stroke between her eyes, just as you did with Jet, but she jerks her head up to smack her nose into your palm. Snickering, you redirect to stroke her soft muzzle. That touch settles her, content to let you coo at her quietly. When you finally look at Jack he’s just shy of beaming, trying to hide it beneath his dark mustache.

“Seems she warmed up to you just as nicely,” he muses, shifting a fraction closer. The heat of his body calls for yours, magnetism and comfort pulling you towards him. A sudden push from the Appaloosa’s snout knocks you off balance, stumbling a step back as you bleat out a laugh. Before you can trip any further Jack’s arm is around your waist, hands closed around your elbows to steady you. His face is just by your temple and if you turned you could be kissing him in a breath’s time. 

“Can we ride?” is what you say instead, two facets of your mind screaming at each other, but Jack’s smile only grows. 

“I thought you’d never ask, Sugar.”

Tacking up is quick and mostly silent except for the natural noises of the horses. Jack pulls out equipment for you, sweat staining the center of his shirt and curling the hair at the nape of his neck. You prepare the Appaloosa, watching for her shifting feet. She’s definitely been ridden before but there’s a bratty energy in the way she tosses and wiggles while you work. Soothing her a few times, you get her squared away before leading her out of the stables. Jack waits for you outside the barn door, Jet’s reins loose in his hands as he sits atop. 

With the afternoon sun starting to lengthen your shadows, Jack is every bit the cowboy you remember. Faded leather riding boots fit snug into the stirrups, threadbare jeans hugging his thick thighs. The sun-bleached gray of his button-up is dark with sweat, but that only intensifies how much you’d like to bury your nose in his chest and inhale him deep. He’s rolled the sleeves, exposing corded forearms dusted with hair. Wide palms and blunt fingers rest on his pommel, and the shade his black hat affords his face can’t hide the simmering pride in his eyes.

“She’s never let me tack her up that quick,” he comments as you walk up beside him. 

“She have a name?” you ask, patting her shoulder to earn an affectionate huff.

“Not yet, nothing’s come to me,” he muses. 

“I’m sure we can find something that fits you,” you placate, putting a foot in the stirrup to lift yourself up. In one forceful push you mount, swinging your leg and settling on the Appaloosa’s back. She shifts under you but stays still as you adjust your position. Satisfied, you flash Jack a scandalous look.

“What, no offer to help me up?” you tease. Jack’s eyes crinkle as a sideways smile twists his lips.

“I would never presume to be so bold with an experienced rider,” he drawls. 

“You could,” you shoot back, your own confidence surprising. “You could be bold, Jack.”

Jack’s smile softens, eyes turning contemplative.

“I guess I could, Sugar.”

You hold your gaze, electricity sparking between you on the precipice of the unknown.

Jack leads you off the main property and into the sprawling plains. He mumbles that he doesn’t own all of it, but no one else does either so he’s chosen to watch over it. The gentle sway of the horses’ gait undulates you back and forth, closer and further apart, as he points out ridges that lead to other homes, fences he’s helped build. When silence creeps in it’s comfortable, the clop of hooves a constant. 

Cresting a hill, a rust-colored valley opens up at your feet. Miles of land uninterrupted, only patches of dry desert grass and spindly trees to dot the landscape. Side by side with Jack something shifts in you, matched by the Appaloosa’s stamping feet. You lean down to stroke her neck, head tossing with a whinny.

“What do you want, girl?” you ask, the barely restrained thrum of her muscles twitching under your hand. She takes a step forward, then stops and shakes her head. You look at Jack over your shoulder, and he jerks his chin at you with a smirk.

“You wanna run?” you ask, loosening the lead on the reins. She swings her head back like she can’t believe you have to ask. “Okay, girl, let’s fucking run.”

A nudge of your heels is all she needs to take off like a shot, your body lifting and tensing as she sprints, then canters, then breaks into a full-on gallop across the dusty plains. You lean forward, outstretching your arms to move with her neck and taking your weight off her back. Thighs burning, wind whipping across your face, you let the elation of hooves slamming into the ground rip a wild laugh from your throat. Your form, your control, the magnificent beast below you and the world whipping by are all that matter. If you wouldn’t lose all balance you’d throw your arms out and try to fly. 

A blur of black comes up beside you, Jack urging Jet to keep pace. You can only glance at him, but what you can see of his handling and posture lets you know he’s giving Jet the lead to chase you. Your eyes water against the wind (or maybe something else) as the Appaloosa begins to flag, slowing as a grassier hill grows before you. With a final push, you ride her momentum to the top, gasping along with her explosive pants. Without the wind your skin is hot and sticky, legs tight from the effort of riding. Shaking your hands out, you dismount as Jack comes to a stop. 

“You sure let her out!” Jack shouts as you spin in a circle, the high of speed and freedom making every nerve sing out.

“Sure fucking did! That was…shit, yes, that was…” you try to articulate, but all you can make come from your lungs is one exuberant, primal scream that echoes through the valley. In that noise is all of the tightly-gripped pain, the fear, the disbelief that you could ever be happy thrown into the air, never to sink into your flesh again. This is joy. You are capable of joy again, and it’s thanks to a man now standing behind you, smiling like you’re a miracle he never thought he’d experience twice.

“Jack…”

His name is soft in your mouth, and when you say it his smile only deepens. Nothing could come between the pull of your bodies now, so you let yours go to him. In two steps your head is tucked under his chin, arms around his waist. He’s surrounding you, warmth and musk pressed into your cheek. Dipping his chin down, he buries his nose in the top of your head and inhales, large hand cupping the back of your neck. 

“I missed you, darlin’,” he says in a whisper, like he’s afraid you’ll spook. Your throat is so tight you can barely croak out, “I missed you too Jack.” His hand cups your cheek as he guides your foreheads together, hat tilting back on his head. Your noses glide against one another, lips barely brushing but the featherlight caress awakens a need in you that begs to be quenched. Jack’s proud nose drags along your cheek as he presses a kiss at the hinge of your jaw, worshipful in his offering. You grip his shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists as he noses up to your temple, another kiss tattooed on your skin. Tilting your chin up, your eyes open to his searching your face, and he must have seen the plea in your eyes because he cradles your head in both hands and presses his lips to yours.

It’s everything and nothing like the first time you kissed Jack Daniels. There’s no tension, no anxiety, no worries coloring how you taste him. Instead there is a clawing need to be swallowed whole, to suffocate on his affections and let him devour you. The first kiss is full, promising, pulling away only enough to slip in a breath. The second is overwhelming, hard and demanding as he swipes over your lower lip and crowds your body. Opening for him, his tongue finds yours and strokes lazily against it, a choked groan pooling heat in your cunt. You press back and suck on his lower lip, the harsh pant of his breath on your cheek spurring you on. His next kiss has teeth, a forceful press into your mouth, and hands wandering to grip your waist. You accept it all greedily, stumbling into him and burying your fingers in his hair. He rips his mouth away with a gasp, chin tilting up to offer his long neck. You accept with wild abandon, licking a stripe before placing a wet kiss at the base.

“Fuck, fuck, Sugar, you sure can drive me to distraction, slow down for a second,” he pleads.

“Can’t, Jack, fuck, I can’t…” you pant, crashing you lips back against his when he tips his chin down. The groan in his chest is half frustration, half elation. Hands slide up your spine in soothing paths, tugging you flush while his lips ghost over yours.

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he rumbles, rocking you on your heels while his hands sweep up and down in a gentle pattern. “Slow down, we got plenty of time. I’m right here.” 

Finally the choking need to crawl inside him dissipates, traded for the marshmallowy softness of his lips on your neck, grazing the swell of your cheek. You’re lost in the limbo of kissing Jack until a sharp nudge knocks you in the center of your back. He chuckles.

“Seems like our company is growing tiresome for these two,” he says while you turn in his arms. The Appaloosa is standing behind you with the horsey equivalent of rolled eyes and “can we go now?” energy. You ruffle her forelock affectionately as Jack’s arms wind around your waist, chest solid against your back.

“She was my sign,” Jack says quietly as she flicks her tail at a troublesome fly. “Was at an auction, not looking for anything in particular, and I saw her. She was pulling at the reins, giving them a run for their money, and I thought you’d like her.”

Your fingers rest lightly on her muzzle, breath hitching in your chest.

“See, I was debating on whether I was going to go about my plan at all. I got myself established, safe, functioning in this new world. I told myself I was going to find you once I was ready. But then I thought, what if she’s happy? What if she doesn’t want anything more than what we shared that night? I would be ruining your life by trying to find a way back in it.” Your hands fall to clasp around his, a skyline stretching with miles and miles of potential before you. 

“But then I saw her, and…well, I guess I don’t have quite the same belief in a higher power as some. But this was too great a coincidence for me to ignore. If the world was giving me a sign, I had to at least try.” 

She turns one eye to you, amber and gold in the afternoon light. 

“Daybreak,” you say, smiling as she nickers quietly. Jack’s hum urges you to add, “You should call her Daybreak.”

The beginning of a new day, and all its possibilities still laid before you. 

“Daybreak it is,” Jack agrees.

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Special juice

Content - age regression, cg!valkyrie, alcoholism, angst, fluff, valkyrie injures herself accidentally while drunk, anxiety, cuddles, reassurance, dummy use, bottle use, valkyrie stops drinking, uncle Thor makes an appearance, not proofread at all, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when Valkyrie hurts herself accidentally while she’s drunk her little one convinces her to give up alcohol.

Authors note - I know this isn’t the best depiction of alcoholism but I want to keep things happy and kind with my writing, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy<3

Valkyrie loved alcohol, she had loved it for hundreds of years.

It was the first thing she turned to when things got hard. Nothing had really gone right in valkyries life but it was something she always had access to whenever she needed it.

Her problems with alcohol had always bothered you slightly but she was a happy and mellow drunk so you never thought much about it.

It wasn’t everyday that she got blindly drunk but you had never seen her go a full day without a glass of aged asgardian liquor in her hand.

“Valkyrie” you called out when you got home from work “baby?” You had no idea where she was “Valkyrie!” “Hello my love” she called out loudly her deep voice soothing your worried mind.

“Hi babe” you chuckled reaching for out for her embrace, her hug was nice but you could smell the alcohol from a mile away.

“How was your day my gorgeous midgardian” she chuckled her volume resembling that of thors, not something you liked when you were feeling on edge.

“Are you alright my love?” She asked gently putting down her glass on the kitchen bench and grasping your face between her hands.

“Yeah I’m alright, I think I’m just going to go to bed” you sighed a light smile gracing your face “are you sure angel?” “Yeah, come to bed soon though yeah?” “Of course my love”

After you got dressed into your pajamas and into bed you heard Valkyrie come into your bedroom and turn on the lamp.

“Bub, what’re you doing?” You mumbled stretching and looking at her through squinted eyes.

“Even when I’m a bit drunk I still know when my little girl wants to come out to play” she smiled lazily cuddling you against her chest.

Reaching one arm into her bedside table she pulled out a iridescent blue dummy with a gold shield resembling her sword and placed it into your mouth.

“There we go” she chuckled lovingly as you smiled behind the dummy “mummy loves you sweet girl” she whispered as she saw your eyes closing before drifting off into dreamland.

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You woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sound of hushed whispers coming in from the front room.

Feeling beside you you picked up the dummy that had fallen out of your mouth during the night and placed it back in your mouth before making your way out of the large bedroom.

“Valkyrie you have to stop this, how did you even get into the stables anyway?” You heard your uncle Thor chastity her “Thor I honestly can’t remember anything” she breathed out throwing her head against the sofa.

“Uncle thor?” You called out behind the dummy. Turning towards you the two of them quickly covered Valkyries leg with a fleece blanket.

“Hello little one” he responded with a smile holding out his hand to you “hiii” you said elongating the word and climbing into his lap adjusting yourself so you were looking towards Valkyrie.

“Mama okay?” You asked her with a worried expression “yes darling I’m alright” she smiled tiredly “what about stables, did you ride one of the horseys?” “I did my darling, it didn’t go very well though” she chuckled pulling back the blanket to reveal her leg in a bandage.

“What happened?” You gasped gently running your hand over her knee “she fell off” Thor deadpanned your caregiver “how?” “I had a bit too much to drink darling”

“Mummy!” You whined throwing your head against third chest “I know sweetheart I’m sorry” she sighed rubbing her thumb over your hand “I don’t want you getting hurt mama” you said tears coming into your eyes.

“Oh come here darling” she cooed grasping you from thors lap pulling you into her own so your hard was against her neck.

“I’m sorry sweetling, this was a wake up call my darling. I suppose sometimes I forget I’m not invincible” she chuckled placing a kiss to your temple.

“How long has my drinking bothered you my love?” “A while” you mumbled kissing her cheek with the shield of your dummy.

“Oh my love why didn’t you tell me? I would have done something about it much earlier” she sighed “cuz you like it mama” “I do but I’m not going to enjoy it if my little one has a problem with it”

“Thor would you make her a bottle please” Valkyrie addressed him readjusting you in her lap so you could lay down.

“Yes of course” he smiled getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

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You and Valkyrie were currently eating dinner together sitting in front of the television when you noticed her looking over at the liquor cabinet “you okay mommy?” “Yes little one I’m alright, it’s just unusual not having it for the first time”

“Mmm” you hummed taking a bite of potato you had squashed down with your fork before you had an idea. Getting up from your place on the sofa you made your way towards the kitchen.

“Little one, where are you off too?” Valkyrie called out to you “just here mama” you called pulling down one of Valkyries whiskey glasses from the cupboard.

Pulling out the apple juice of the fridge you filled the glass up to the top.

You always thought the colour resembled that of whiskey.

“What do you have there bunny?”

“I got you something mama” “darling I can’t have alcohol” she said slightly confused that you were trying to tempt her “it’s juice mommy” you giggled “no surely not” she said sniffing the cup “oh my” she chuckled.

“I told you it looks like whiskey” “oh that’s nice” she said after taking her first sip “I told you!” You giggled poking her arm gently “you did I should have listened to you ages ago princess” she smiled looking at you lovingly as she fed you some broccoli.

It looked like you were going to double the money you spent on juice each month.

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[esther-dot]

"Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near."- Arya(AGOT).

"It was me made up that name. Her face was long and horsey. Mine isn't. I was pretty." Tears spilled from her eyes at last. "I was never beautiful like Sansa, but they all said I was pretty. Does Lord Ramsay think I am pretty?"-(ADWD).

I hate Grrm for this plot. It's seems really cruel to Jeyne.

I try to separate my reaction from what he is actually saying, but I’ve read very critical thoughts on Martin's treatment of Jeyne and my reaction was very negative as well.

We can read this as a move to garner sympathy for her from the reader, "this poor girl has no idea what's coming for her. She's placing her hope in her beauty because she has nothing else, but she's been taken by a monster who only wants to destroy" etc etc, but this callback feels really loaded. Maybe simply because I know how certain fans have decided it means what Jeyne suffers is karma? I guess that isn't on him, but I found the reference to the name calling and her own beauty in this context very concerning.

I've mentioned that I don't think it's surprising Martin opted to make Sansa beautiful, since she is kinda personifying certain ideals, and we've seen how, as much as her station and beauty has condemned her to horrible situations, her beauty has led pervs to intervene to help her (although they then turn around and molest/assault her), and ultimately, she will be placed with the traditional hero who will protect her as well.

So maybe the thought here was to provide a different angle on the damsel in distress idea, for Martin to emphasize that this girl being forced into a marriage is not high born, is not privileged, is not beautiful, no one cares for her, but Theon is moved to care and save her anyway, despite everything he has suffered. I mentioned before how this indicates a lot about how Martin views relationships and what he thinks they can do for a person. Theon/Jeyne and Sam/Gilly are really poignant examples of, well, I'd say a reverence for love--people overcoming their fears to save another.

Sometimes we dislike what characters go through because we get emotionally attached, but the writer isn't being malicious or trying to be cruel, they're working within a larger context and the character is a tool to get at that big idea. I'm still uncomfortable with what Jeyne goes through, but I try to keep that in mind.

#dot chat #jeyne poole #grrm critical #(just to be safe)

[thelustybraavosimaid]

*laughs* yeah ok

So apparently all of this means that Sansa was just concerned for Arya? Fucking really?:

Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. And Jon's mother had been common, or so people whispered. Once, when she was littler, Sansa had even asked Mother if perhaps there hadn't been some mistake. Perhaps the grumkins had stolen her real sister. But Mother had only laughed and said no, Arya was her daughter and Sansa's trueborn sister, blood of their blood. Sansa could not think why Mother would want to lie about it, so she supposed it had to be true.

...

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse. (Sansa I, AGoT)

--

"Hodor!" Sansa yelled. "You ought to marry Hodor, you're just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!" (Sansa II, AGoT)

--

Arya was chewing at her lip in that disgusting way she had. "Can we take Syrio back with us?"

"Who cares about your stupid dancing master?" Sansa flared.

...

When she saw what the fruit in her lap had done to her beautiful ivory silk dress, she shrieked again. "You're horrible," she screamed at her sister. "They should have killed you instead of Lady!" (Sansa III, AGoT)

--

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened. Sansa said so, and Jeyne too.

...

"I don't care about their stupid tourney," Arya said. She knew Prince Joffrey would be there, and she hated Prince Joffrey.

Sansa lifted her head. "It will be a splendid event. You shan't be wanted." (Arya II, AGoT)

These are only a few examples. To reduce Arya's low self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy inflicted on her by her mother, sister, and septa to yEaH SaNsA wAs mEaN tO ArYa bUt sHe wAs rEaLlY jUsT cOnCeRnEd fOr hEr is a clear misreading of what the fuck is being said in the books.

ShE's a yOuNg gIrL YEAH ARYA IS NINE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SERIES. NOT ELEVEN. NINE. And I have no idea why it cannot simply be "Sansa hates Arya" because that is what is shown in the books, especially in AGoT. They have an antagonistic relationship. They are deliberate foils.

Call a spade a spade.

#stop excusing cruelty challenge 2023 (fucking impossible apparently)

[eternal-star-rogue]

Prev Post<== @comms-exe

“Good. I guess.” Zipper said. “I’ll have to teach you about other weapons I suppose.”

Zipper, Ellie, and Nightmare began loading all the stuff into the ship, with Zipper doing most of the heavy-lifting and loading with her telekinesis. When most of the stuff was loaded up onto the Delphina’s storage compartment, Zipper pursed her lips and gave a shrill whistle.

“CM’ON THORSE. CM’ERE GIRL.” Zipper called the 9 foot tall Clydesdale Horse over. The animal was built like a brick shithouse, and her every footstep at running speed shook the earth.

THORse stomped over at trotting speed, letting out a neigh sounding low in tone from deep within her massive chest.

“Um… we’re bringing Thorse?” Ellie asked in concern.

Zipper gave her a deadpan look. “You dare underestimate our THORsey Horsey?”

Zipper snapped her fingers and THORse kicked a nearby tree in half with zero effort. Zipper smiled smugly. “Zim will be happy to see you, won’t he babygirl?” She cooed as she stroked the horse’s massive snout, and prepared to put on her horse-armor.

Ellie looked over at Comms and motioned him over. “Come on bud, let’s go set the relative coordinates in the ship’s autopilot system. Just in case.” She said, glancing back over at the unpredictable walking anxiety-couch that was THORse.

#[rescue arc]

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Random thing with no meaning or thematic simply a train of thoughts that escalated, but as someone who was bullied for the majority of their school life and was actually called "horseface" in childhood and early adolescence, I love Jeyne’s “it was me that made up that name.”

She could have easily avoided all possible responsibility because Theon claims it was Sansa who used to call her that, but she intervenes not to deny him but just to add her own culpability. She doesn’t apologise because to whom could she possibly apologise, but she recognises it and there is guilt.

I think that’s touching. It makes me wonder if she is actually aware of how Arya must have felt. Especially now that this pseudo-karmic punishment is relying on her looking similar enough to Arya or the Stark look to be passed off as her.

She says her face wasn’t horsey but we have no real physical descriptions of her beyond long brown hair and expressive brown eyes so who knows maybe there was some projection on that. Or she was maybe clinging to the one thing where she, as a woman/young girl living in a society where women are viewed as objects to be possessed, had more value than a Stark of Winterfell. It doesn't justify it anyway. It doesn't erase the way Arya was made to feel because of it and I'm not trying to pin her as a victim in that situation, because she was not one and she herself even admits to it. She was not a passive non-grata figure to Arya, she was her bully.

But that small phrase is so meaningful to me. I also like how she doesn't absolve Sansa from it, but it feels somehow correct that she takes time to rectify Theon's memories of something that probably haunts her now.

Tumblr sucks at letting you block people to never see them again and every now and then I’m exposed to users who aren’t even active anymore but whom I remember from past years and one more or less popular take that they had was that Jeyne was an extremely passive (/derogatory) character which was why they didn’t like her.

And I never really understood that a lot so this turned into vaguing people from 2014, whatever I'm tired.

Like, yeah, she is a tertiary character with little personality or narrative agency and her emotional role in the story is to act as a proxy for other people’s feelings, but she still manages to come off more assertive than she is perceived by fanon. I think Jeyne W goes through the same treatment in how she is often (at best) written as a timid shy girl and not as someone who physically fought her mom and openly condemns and cries for justice for the murder of the crown's sworn enemy Robb Stark.

And then compared to Theon it’s especially funny when I see someone saying she doesn’t do anything and just waits to be saved and lets things happen to her because the same thing could be said about Theon and I think Theon is the one who commits the more atrocities because of "letting things happen to him" (a not very valid concept in my opinion).

Seriously, what do you think she could have tried? The only reason Theon isn't getting as abused as usual is because she is Ramsay's new chew toy. She is trapped in a room with shuttered windows for almost two months and the only people she gets to engage with are Theon, Ramsay and (I assume) the servingwomen who helped Theon prior to their escape.

That she did most every night, though. Lord Ramsay wanted his wife clean. "She has no handmaids, poor thing," he had said to Theon. "That leaves you, Reek. Should I put you in a dress?" He laughed. "Perhaps if you beg it of me. Just now, it will suffice for you to be her bath maid. I won't have her smelling like you." So whenever Ramsay had an itch to bed his wife, it fell to Theon to borrow some servingwomen from Lady Walda or Lady Dustin and fetch hot water from the kitchens. Though Arya never spoke to any of them, they could not fail to see her bruises. It is her own fault. She has not pleased him. "Just be Arya," he told the girl once, as he helped her into the water. "Lord Ramsay does not want to hurt you. He only hurts us when we … when we forget. He never cut me without cause." (The Turncloak, ADWD)

The servingwomen know of her abuse and go about their doing. She doesn't talk to them and they don't talk to her.

Ramsay abuses and rapes her.

Theon tries to gaslight her and is the one actually advising her to be passive.

"Just be Arya," he told the girl once, as he helped her into the water. "Lord Ramsay does not want to hurt you. He only hurts us when we … when we forget. He never cut me without cause." "Theon …" she whispered, weeping. "Reek." He grabbed her arm and shook her. "In here I'm Reek. You have to remember, Arya." But the girl was no true Stark, only a steward's whelp. Jeyne, her name is Jeyne. She should not look to me for rescue. Theon Greyjoy might have tried to help her, once. But Theon had been ironborn, and a braver man than Reek. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with weak. (The Turncloak, ADWD)

Something I find curious about that one exchange is that nothing indicates they are alone. The women are not mentioned at all, but we know they have been helping Theon bathe her too, so I am assuming they must have been there. And if that was the case then she is either very dumb or very daring. Calling her abusive husband's slave by a name that is evocative of his past as...well not free nor mighty but at least a bit more powerful than he is now.

I don't know, to me this is a very dire situation where even asking for someone to intervene, to help, becomes an immense act of bravery.

And she keeps asking Theon for help. And he keeps refusing her. And one day he helps her.

I grew up in a family where engaging with literature in a self-indulgent way or shipping non-canon things was seen as reductive and masturbatory, which wouldn't be a problem in itself but I also grew up catholic so you can imagine the guilt I feel by simply stating that, at my core, I am a Theyne shipper. And every time I express some concern about them as a ship I feel like I’m shooting against myself, so sorry if I end up offending anyone because of this, I’m on your team I swear, but I always hated the reading of “you could be my man” as a romantic cute thing. Mostly because the entire line and the situation they are in as she says it makes it feel very dubious to me, but I think I can understand why some see it as romantic.

"Help me." She clutched at him. "Please. I used to watch you in the yard, playing with your swords. You were so handsome." She squeezed his arm. "If we ran away, I could be your wife, or your … your whore … whatever you wanted. You could be my man." (The Prince of Winterfell, ADWD)

I think the beauty of that extremely macabre situation isn’t that she is offering herself as a romantic/sexual partner for him if he helps her but more that she is offering them to become a unit. I find it very unlikeable to think a 14 year old girl is seriously and consciously deciding to offer sexual favours Theon (in his Reek era out of all his eras).

It’s a mutual thing. She is not saying she’ll become his price or possession but that he would be hers too. He would have to take care of her and she would take care of him. When I take a romantic reading of it I find it a little distasteful, I always have and I’m not judging anyone for still liking a romantic reading of it! But when I start thinking of it as a platonic “it could be us against the world” situation I can’t help but just want them to stick together.

And then fucking Abel decided to play the fucking Dornishman's Wife and you could see the fucking smile in Ramsay’s fucking ugly head as he reminisces on what was a horribly good time for him.

"The Dornishman's Wife," whilst one of his washerwomen beat time on her drum. The singer changed the words, though. Instead of tasting a Dornishman's wife, he sang of tasting a northman's daughter. (The Turncloak, ADWD)

Fuck you Abel! Fuck you and your silly songs! Who the fuck plays The Rat Cook and Brave Danny Flint during a wedding?! Poor bride had it already bad enough before you decided to add some folk horror OST!

Anyway, I guess the concept of a platonic bond between them has been sabotaged a little by making them become tools for each other's rape, but I like being hopeful and thinking that it still is something they can overcome.

#speaking #I really need Tumblr to work on their blocking feature #I pity this girl so much on a meta level #I just want her to have a happyish ending #jeyne poole #asoiaf

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Texas Roadhouse (Jake "Hangman" Seresin X Koko) 👩🏾👨🇨🇱🤟🏽👢🤠🐴

Jake Seresin X Koko (Black Curvy/Plus-Size Reader)

Warning: Fluff and probably some little angst

On a summer day, y'all flew to Jake's hometown to see his mom for the first time while you in Austin, Texas so while y'all there, Jake took y'all to side seeing around the town especially the horses, the festivals, etc.

"Wow, so this is Texas. No wonder why you always represent your hometown, I'm ain't mad at ya." You chuckled

"Yup, this is my safe haven. Besides what you think, I'm listening to country music and having this accent?" He smirked to you.

"I'm can see that." You smirk back to him

"Hey, Mama?" The child said to you

"Yes baby?"

"This is daddy's hometown?" The child asked you

"Yes honey, this is Daddy's hometown."

"Mama, look! A horsey!" The child said to you while she pointed and saw the animal.

"See, I'm told you the kids are gonna enjoy it so far." Jake grins.

You just happy to be with your little family while your husband is on the vacation to visiting his mom in Texas, but you know that you looking forward to meet your mother-in-law, especially bringing your kids to see their grandma for the first time in person.......

The following day, y'all at the hotel, both of y'all gotten up, you already washed up the night before so while Jake in the bathroom showering, you getting the kids up, making sure they ate some breakfast, brushing their teeth, and getting dressed up. So afterwards your husband got out the bathroom from showering and you smell the vanilla & lavender body wash that he has on and also you couldn't help that he looks handsome without clothes on especially he have a towel wrap around his wrist like that, but you have to get your dirty thoughts out of your mind for right now because we are wasting time a little bit, and we have to get going so after we already got dressed and we are heading out to his mom's house.

So after hours & hours on the road, we arrived at the place, Jake parked the driveway, killed the engine and we got out of the car and rings the doorbell and we saw his mom and her outfit it's scream southern bell because of how they dressed especially cause of they raised in a old money Texan way versus me as a Georgian woman like myself I'm more into black culture way because of where I from so he understand knows where I'm come from after we first met before we starting dating.

"My baby Jacob, how are you?" His mom hugs Jake

"Hey mama, how are ya?" He hugged her back after he greeted her.

So after she greeted Jake, she saw me and the kids, she stepped closer towards her, immediately she hugged her & the children.....

"Hello Koko, it's so nice finally to meet you, and you are really beautiful as well." She smiles at you while greeting.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Seresin. " You greeted her back.

"Please call me Shelley or Ms. Shelley, whatever you like to call me, though, and this must be my lovely grandkids as well."

It's didn't hit you the fact that those kids are yours & Jake's because the children is more resemble like their father because of their green but hazel eyes but hey you can't help that it's those Seresin genes though but anyway your little girl is not the shy type, sure she has it but she more adventurous like her father and your son is so handsome, he probably gonna have the charm effect from his father and you know when he gets little older those girls probably gonna call up the house and asking him if he a available.....

"So this is my grandchildren, huh? Y'all are so adorable, and how are you loves?" Ms. Shelley compliments the kids.

"Hi grandma, I'm good, and I am glad to see you in person." Jade said hello and introduced herself to her.

"Hi Jade, I'm glad to see you in person as well and you just a cute pie."

"Thank you" she smiles at her grandmother

"And who this handsome prince also as well?" Ms. Seresin asking you.

"This is James Jacob, the middle name, that I'm named him after his father." You tell her about the name.

"So I see and the name is perfect for him but hey come on in, make yourself at home, I'm make some fresh made of cookies."

"Well thank you Ms. Shelley, come on Jade."

"Okay mama" she follows you in the house

"So how long yall gonna be here in Austin though?" She asked y'all.

"Oh we gonna stay here about 3 more days and then we head out back to California." Jake have James on his hip.

"Ohh okay, well it's so good to see you my Jacob."

"You too ma, but anyway where grandma at?"

"She outside on the patio." She told where she at."

"Okay but hey sweetheart I'm gonna see my grandmother alright?"

"Yeah sure, no problem go head" you tell to go head since you have the kids.

"So Koko, how you and Jacob met if you don't mind asking?" She brought out the cookies & tea

"Well I'm met him in a navy bar back in San Diego, California." You told Ms. Seresin how you & Jake met.

"Oh okay, so where you from though love?"

"I'm from Atlanta, Georgia"

"Ohh a big city."

"Yup, I'm from the south and I'm a proud Georgian." You told her that you proud of what city where you from though.

"That understandable darlin', so what you do though?" She asking you

"I'm a stay-at-home mom."

"Okay but look I'm have to tell you something and it's nothing personal, listen what your tensions with my son?" She ask for curiously.

"I'm love your son, more than ever, I'm not expecting anything from him all I want is understanding, morals, respect, and openly minded, that what I want, I'm don't care about the money, that not who I am all that I'm want it to want someone to loves me and let me be myself, that'll all I'm ever wanted." You poured your heart to Mrs. Seresin

"Wow love, I'm never expected that from you to pour your heart out like that." She was surprised

"Sorry I'm just, I in love with Jake and I'm never felt this way before in my life especially how he treated me as a woman."

"Well I'm glad he treated you well and y'all treating each other well too." She understood you.

"Mama!! We saw more horses too, can I'm ride one of them please?" Jade asked you

"Tell your father if it's okay for you."

"Okay mama." Jade running towards back to her father.

"I'm sorry, she like animals so much." You smiled

"That okay honey, kids being kids, but look I'm let you go back to Jacob and it's was a nice conversation with you Koko." She hugged you

"Okay and you too Ms. Shelley." You hugged her back.

And so you went outside with James on your hip and Jake saw you standing there while holding y'all son, and he got him so you can keep a eye on Jade.....

"Hey"

"Hey Babe, how you like it so far?" He asked about the vacation.

"It's perfect, I'm wouldn't be anywhere but you, there no place I rather be here." You kiss him on the lips with a passionate.

"I'm wouldn't trade anything else in the world because of you, I'm really happy that I'm glad we found each other." He kissing you more.

A/N: This is a another long one-shot story and also this is a alternate universe if Koko married to Jake and have children with him.

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x you #hangman top gun #jake seresin x fem!reader #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin x female!reader #jake seresin x black female reader #texas boy #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman x reader #Spotify #jake seresin #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fan fiction #interracial relationship #austin texas

[buckysimp101]

Love at First Grade (18+) - 11

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: fluff

a/n: the reactions to this fic make my heart SO happy! Thank you to everyone for reading! We have at least 9 more chapters to go, (at least!) and I look forward to sharing it with y’all!

Series Masterlist

January

To say that Winnifred Barnes was excited to hear the news that you and Bucky were dating was an understatement. The woman was ecstatic. Bucky swore she was going to take an ad out in the newspaper with how excited she was. Even though you and Bucky assured her that it was still fairly new and that the two of you were interested to see where it would lead. Winnie just brushed the two of you off as she pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you both on the cheek and leaving her signature red lipstick stain in its place. She had even told Avery that she could call her Nana and not Mrs. Winnie if she wanted, that seemed to bring tears to both your eyes. Of course Avery had started calling Winnie ‘Nana’ that very second.

You and Bucky didn’t have to necessarily hide on your dates anymore, especially not from your family and friends, but you wanted to keep it away from the press for just a little longer. Tony had a gala he was hosting for all of Stark Industries’ investors and partners coming up in February and he had invited you and Bucky. That’s where you planned to officially tell the world about the two of you. You both knew it would be a high-coverage event and it would allow you to be more in control of the story. It also gave the two of you a little more private time to just bask in that new relationship glow. 

Avery and Becca LOVED that the two of you were dating. They’d graduated from calling the two of you Mr. Bucky and Ms. Y/N, to just Bucky and Y/N, obviously Bucky was still Mr. Barnes while Avery was in his class. What excited the girls most was the number of sleepovers they got to have. When the two of you were sneaking around you each hosted a sleepover or two that led to more than a few longing gazes as the other came to pick up their daughter but now all of you got to have a sleepover. The first time that Becca and Avery found out that Bucky would be staying at your place too? The squeals erupted as they told him he could play horsey with them, and they’d have a tea party, and he could be the King and you could be the Queen. That night after the girls had gone to bed, the two of you laid awake for hours. Occasionally making out, never going so far as to actually have sex, you weren’t quite ready to risk that with two nosey girls just down the hall, but the pillow talk led to some interesting reveals.

For example, you told Bucky that your favorite color was blue like his eyes, he’d blushed at that. He told you his was green, like the color of the sweater you wore at Avery’s birthday dinner, you blushed at that. You revealed your birthdays to each other, after realizing you hadn’t talked about it before, and Bucky was pleasantly surprised to find out yours would be easy to remember. August 3rd was a special day after all, seeing as it was Becca’s birthday too. You both knew the six year old would get a kick out of that when she found out. You shamed him for not telling you that his birthday was in just a couple months and told him that the two of you would definitely celebrate it, a wicked wink, a promise of another raunchy night to come, thrown in his direction. 

It wasn’t until the girls went back to school after winter break that some drama made its way back into your lives. You received a call one day from Bucky that Avery had been involved in a tussle alongside Becca and that you’d have to come in for a parent-teacher conference with the other parent. It was also your first time learning about the incident with Ethan back on the first day of school, Becca, Avery and Bucky stuck to a strict “snitches get stitches code” apparently. When you finally huffed your way into Bucky’s class at the end of the day he could tell that you’d had a long day at work and that you were hoping he’d been joking about the conference. Bucky frowned at the look on your face, he’d have to help you get rid of it later, especially since he wasn’t truly upset with Becca or Avery.

Your eyes caught on Avery and Becca sitting close to each other, Steve sitting at the head of the circle, and Ethan and his mother, the woman who’d put on the fake breathy voice that first day of school. 

“You’re late, Ms. L/N,” the woman snapped, shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes. Alyssa looked quickly at Bucky, almost as if she was waiting for his praise at her quick mouth, but his frown only deepened as it slowly turned into a scowl. A twin look appeared on your face almost immediately and that’s when Bucky saw it. The same look he received after your first night together, the same look Dot got when she tried talking to you all those months ago, and the same look he knew you gave annoying businessman as they groveled at your feet for help. Bucky couldn’t lie, while he never wanted to be on the receiving end of that glare ever again it turned him on beyond belief.

“You run a Fortune 500 company every day and you’d be, let’s see here,” you looked at your watch hastily, “a minute late too, Ms… I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name,” you retorted before having a seat in the open spot next to Avery and Steve, not even bothering to pay attention to Ethan’s mom giving you a truly wicked look and trying to give you her name.

“Thank you for joining us, Ms. L/N, I know how hard it can be with your work schedule ramping up and we really appreciate you making it,” Bucky said, laying it on extra thick to make sure you could pick up on the slight sarcasm and silent wish that he’d make it alllll up to you. You nodded your head and crossed your leg as you looked at Steve to start. Steve began by telling you what he had been told of the situation and he then gave each of the kids the chance to talk about what had happened.

Becca took the reigns for most of the girls’ side and she told everyone that she and Avery had been playing on the playground at recess when Ethan had come up and started picking on Avery, specifically how small she was, and it ended in Ethan pushing Avery, where she lost her balance and landed on the ground hard, scraping up her legs in the process. And of course Becca wasn’t going to let that slide. So in true Barnes fashion, Becca had shouted, “why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, Ethan and leave us alone!” Ethan took that to mean he should pick on Becca and he went to push her down by the six year old moved quicker. She stomped on his foot, yet again, and pushed him down instead. Before Becca had even finished her story Ethan’s mom was practically in hysterics about how Avery started it and how she should be punished and that Becca should be grounded for her actions.

If there was one thing Bucky Barnes hated, besides a bully, it was someone trying to tell him how to parent his child. But Bucky let Ethan tell his side of the story, and for a first grader with some obvious issues against those smaller than him, he more or less corroborated Becca and Avery’s stories. But you and Bucky didn’t react the same way Alyssa had. Instead, you remained quiet as Bucky reacted. “Alyssa, one thing you are not going to do, is tell me how to parent or discipline my child. I have always taught Becca to stand up against a bully, and in my eyes that’s exactly what she did. This isn’t the first time Ethan has attempted to hurt Avery, either emotionally or physically, and I will not see it happen again.”

The tone in his voice must have done something to Alyssa because she straightened her back and pushed her arms tight together, as if she were trying to make her cleavage more noticeable. You almost snorted at the action, and covered it with a cough and a cover of your hand over your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised at your reaction, before Alyssa was talking to him.

“James, I didn’t mean to suggest that you couldn’t parent Becca, I just think…if she had more of a…woman’s presence around, she’d be less likely to react in such a way. And I am more than willing to help,” there went that fake breathy voice and the use of his first name again, this time coupled with a low blow. Bucky’s teeth clenched and he swore he saw your eyes alight with…was that jealousy? Along with the tightening of your jaw and the crossing of your arms. So Bucky assessed the situation, and did what any sane man would do.

“You are way out of line, Ms. Williams. I think, no I know that I have done a perfectly fine job raising Becca, and she’s definitely not wanting for ‘a woman’s presence’ as you so delicately put. Baby, what do you think?” Bucky directed the last question to you, purposely outing your relationship to this woman who’d been openly flirting with him moments before. When he met your eyes he didn’t see the anger anymore, only amusement, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

You uncrossed your arms and nodded at Bucky, an amused smirk before adding, “Oh I agree completely, sweetheart. Becca stood up for Avery and I will be forever grateful for their friendship. And she is definitely not lacking in the ‘woman’s presence’ department. Teach your son not to be a bully, Ms. Williams. Or maybe you need some lessons in that yourself?” You spat in her direction before looking at Steve as if to say ‘are we done?’ You missed the look of disbelief on Alyssa’s face at the reveal of your relationship. Steve knew better than to get on your bad side and so he told Alyssa that Ethan would receive a week of indoor time instead of recess for his actions, and that Becca would receive a day for her reaction. Ethan whined about his punishment but the girls new better than to be vocal about it to their parents, knowing that Becca had gotten off easy. You nodded your head and went to speak quietly with the girls. Bucky couldn’t hear what you were saying but Alyssa just glowered in your direction before turning her attention to Bucky. He could tell she was ready to lay into him but as her mouth opened you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him close to you.

“I trust if you need those manners lessons you’ll let me know, right Ms. Williams?” You questioned with a sickeningly sweet tone as you cut your eyes in her direction, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You smirked and motioned for the girls to come to you, your signal that it was time to go, and the girls immediately flocked to your legs before saying a goodbye to Steve and leaving Alyssa and Ethan speechless in his office.

When the four of you were out of view and earshot you leaned down to give the girls a big hug, before looking at Becca and thanking her for sticking up for Avery. Becca puffed her little chest out and responded, “it’s what we do for our friends.”

It really is like looking in a mirror…or maybe a time machine, Bucky thought himself before you were laughing at her confidence and wrestling the six year old into a huge hug. “That’s my girl,” you gushed after mussing up Becca’s hair, the six year old letting out a squeal as you peppered kisses over her face. 

Bucky didn’t even have time to hear Avery’s protests about how she wanted kisses and hugs because he was still stuck on that one sentence. Those three words falling from your lips. “That’s my girl,” repeated in Bucky’s head a million times over. It felt like his whole world had frozen as the sentence kept echoing as Bucky focused on you and your affection and attention towards Becca. It was the same affection and attention you gave Avery, and the same affection and attention you gave him behind closed doors. And suddenly, a train of thought was entering Bucky’s head at breakneck speeds, the platform approaching closer and closer until his mind supplied him with, “I am so in love with this woman.” The realization halting Bucky’s movement even further. 

You and the girls started walking away from him, almost in slow motion, and it wasn’t until you noticed that Bucky wasn’t following you that you turned around and looked at him, one eyebrow raised questioningly as you asked him, “babe, you coming? We’re gonna take the girls to Ellie’s for sticking up for each other, my treat.” 

A little lopsided grin accompanied the nod of his head. Oh yeah, Bucky Barnes was definitely in love.

February

The Stark gala made Bucky nervous. While he knew that he loved you, he hadn’t told you yet. But here you were, announcing your relationship for the world to see. All your friends knew, partially because they’d been there the night everything had started, and your families of course. But the rest of the world? Bucky wasn’t so sure it was something he was ready for but you had assured him this was the best way to get in front of the story and keep it in check. As Bucky sat in the backseat of your car on the way to the gala venue, he couldn’t help but fiddle with his bowtie and take deep breaths. You rubbed your hand in soothing circles on his thigh, your touch calming him down slightly.

“You’re gonna be great, sweetheart. It’ll all be fine,” you whispered as you attempted to soothe his anxiety. Bucky was about to answer when the car pulled to a stop and your driver Stan called out, “alright lovebirds, we’re here! Knock ‘em dead!”

You took one last look at Bucky, making sure he was good to go, and with a nod of affirmation, the two of you exited the vehicle to the blinding strobe lights of camera flashes. As the two of you made your way to the venue’s entrance you were bombarded by questions asking who you were wearing, what company  your next big investment was going to be with, and who you had on your arm. You answered all the questions with ease and when you go to the one about Bucky you smoothly slid you arm around his waist and announced that he was your partner. That led to more flashes and to the crowd getting louder as they asked how long the two of you had been together and other questions about your relationship. You briefly answered the questions with very little details, only giving them the need to know answers, and the two of you were quickly ushered inside. 

The gala went by smoothly. You and Bucky had a few drinks and a few dances and occasionally the two of you entertained others. Sam and Tony both took you for a spin around the dance floor at one point and Bucky was seen dancing with Wanda and Pepper as well. At the bar Sam and Tony had practically threatened Bucky that if he hurt you or ever break your heart he’d have to answer to them, something in Bucky’s gut told him to take that threat seriously. After only being at the gala for two hours you were itching to leave. Bucky didn’t know what had gotten into you, you had been looking forward to the gala since Tony announced it just after Christmas. But sure enough, by 9:00 you were saying your goodbyes and making your way through the venue to your car, towing Bucky along by the hand. 

As you waited for Stan, Bucky saw you shiver, you’d made the decision to not wear a jacket with your dress tonight because “it would throw off the whole vibe, James,” but Bucky could tell you were cold and so he took off his tuxedo jacket and wrapped it over your shoulders. You offered your thanks by standing on your toes and pressing a warm kiss to his lips, the couple of remaining paparazzi caught it if the flashing lights and clicks of their cameras said anything. When Stan pulled up with the car Bucky was opening the door and ushering you inside the warmth of the vehicle. As the two of you headed to his place, where Winnie was babysitting the girls, you leaned your head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne and snuggling into his warmth. 

Your perfume invaded Bucky’s senses and it made him want to kiss you senseless but he held back for Stan’s sake. He took your hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb, before asking, “what made you want to get out of the gala so fast tonight, honey? You’d been looking forward to it for months.”

You turned your head to look at Bucky before the smallest tinge of embarrassment crossed your face. You shrugged your shoulders and replied, “I guess I just missed our girls is all, figured if we got out early we’d be home to them before bedtime.”

There was that possessive again. “Our girls.” Bucky’s heart froze again at the words as a shy smile crossed your lips and a lopsided dorky grin took over his. He knew then. He knew he was absolutely in love with Y/N M/N L/N, and he’d do everything in his power to prove when the time was right.

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This Morning ☕️🌅

Summary: Mornings with your Cowboy.

Warnings: AFAB!reader, Female identifying!reader.

A/N: sorry I’ve been MIA folks, my family has been going through it. Posting Friday for Whiskey Sunrise. Also, my links are gonna take 45 years to fix but I’m on vacation so I’ll fix it I swear!

Pedro Masterlist

You woke to a strangely quiet house. With three children all under the age of five, the quiet you were being treated to was a little unsettling, reaching a tired hand back to smack your husband to go check on the kids, you find his side of the bed empty. You look at the time and, shit. You’ve been allowed to sleep in.

By this time, you are normally hips deep in chores, babies strapped to your chest and a giggling four year old yelling for you to “come see me feed the horsey mama!” You looked in the kitchen for signs that anyone made breakfast and found none, you started the coffee pot and contemplated food options. Eggs? Nah. No way you could get Daisy to eat that. Bagels? No cream cheese, you never went to the store. Cinnamon rolls it is then. You pull and place each little roll onto a baking sheet and indulge in the rich earthy scent of the coffee brewing in the pot, humming a simple tune whilst you dance around the kitchen. When the cinnamon rolls are finally in the oven, you go to find your family.

You take time to slip into the wool socks, pulling on jeans and boots, a Henley and a beanie, and one of Jack’s big work jacket with a flannel lining. It’s comfy and your whole body is warm and relaxed when you grab the two travel mugs and head out to find your family. It’s getting down in the fall, the trees are bare and you’re in the stage where the wind is cool enough in the morning for winter but that sun in the afternoon keeps it warm enough to keep the frost at bay. You check the chickens, they’ve been fed. You check the barn, the horses are let out. You then walk along the fence until you catch sight of your family and sure enough, there they are.

“Good mornin’ darlin!” You hear him call when you’re about halfway up the fence.

“Well howdy cowboy!” You call back with a giggle.

“I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer.” He chuckles, starting to meet you half way. You could see that Daisy was riding Sazzerac with Tequila sat behind her, and Coke was following her around the pen like the great big horse would be able to stop her falling off if it came down to it.

“Ah, I see, riding lessons meant extra help with the chores.” You giggle. “No, an extra 20 minutes of sleep for me might as well be an extra twelve hours as I see it. I got cinnamon rolls in the oven,” you raise your voice so Tequila can hear you, “I reckon there’s plenty enough to pay the helpful instructor.”

“Thank you hot stuff!” Tequila yells from the back of the horse and Daisy squeals.

“Hands off Tequila, these are my ladies, get your own!” Jack shouts back and Tequila laughs.

“No! She’s mine!” Tequila hugs an arm around Daisy and makes an evil laugh, galloping the horse back towards the house.

“Well, there goes our girl, running off with a cowboy just like her momma!” You laugh, “Hey, where are my other babies?” You look at him curiously, just seeing him and his Stetson standing there.

“Ah! Right.” You look at him curiously as he unzips his jacket to reveal the two baby’s strapped to his chest and zipped in his fluffy coat, sleeping soundly.

Your heart physically aches at the sight, their two tiny brown heads tucked up into his chest and sleeping soundly in the sling he wore to carry them. They were so snug in there, little cheeks flushed with sleep and their fuzzy curls framing their faces. Upon closer examination when you leaned in to kiss their foreheads and coo, you almost died of cuteness at one little detail.

“Jack, they’re holding hands.” You cooed, stroking their cheeks and kissing their hands.

“I know, been doing it all morning. They were wide awake ‘till I zipped my jacket to keep em’ a little warmer and then they were out like a light.” He chuckles, slinging an arm around you and ushering you back towards the house, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“That’s so cute I can’t stand it.” You chuckled, tearing up a bit with the force of how much you loved your little family. “And you! That is the most attractive thing you’ve ever done hands down. I don’t know why I think it’s so hot, but you sir, are gonna get it later.” You wink when you finally make it to the steps, standing two above him and kissing your startled cowboy with ferocity, leaving him to gawk on the steps.

When you finally jogged into the house, you found Tequila sitting at the island with Daisy, coloring in a Bluey coloring book contentedly while he sipped on coffee from a mug that said ‘World’s Sexiest Cowboy’ and she sipped some milk from a bright pink cup with unicorns on it. To your surprise, Ginger was also sat at the island, laptop open and keys clacking away.

“Well! I got the whole fam damnily in my kitchen this morning! Hi there Ginge!” you smile, squeezing the woman in a hug while you went to retrieve the cinnamon rolls. Your friend snorts and squeezes you back before going back to her typing.

“Bacon anyone?” You grin as Jack finally wanders into the house in a daze, leaving his hat and coat at the door. He looks like he’s been struck by lightning, and with that kiss he might as well have been. He walks up to you as one of the baby’s makes that little infant growl and you chuckle watching lavender rub her face angrily against her dad’s chest.

“Sorry sweet pea, noting coming from there.” You chuckle plucking her from the carrier, she growls again and her legs fold up in that newborn scrunch, her tiny hands flying up towards her face as she stretches. “Oh big stretch!” You chuckle, settling her against your chest before beginning to feed her, not bothering to shield yourself in your own home, you walk around with her eating while you pull out the necessary tools for bacon and eggs.

“Oh no, here goes baby number two.” Jack chuckles as Violet starts to gurgle in her spot as well, he pulls her out and she scrunched up too, giving a particularly fierce growl and a big yawn in the process.

“Oh my little Lion!” Jack groans with the baby, trading you when her sister seems to have had her fill, allowing you to begin to feed the other baby. You scrambled the eggs and put the bacon on a wire rack in the oven, letting it crisp up while Ginger helped Daisy ice the cinnamon rolls, and Jack and Tequila looked over mission plans. Once breakfast had been served up and bellies well fed, you settled into your cleanup routine. Daisy was playing in the living room, and the babies were each being held by one of the agents at the table while they fought sleep, alternating as seemed fit. Everyone was happy and content in their little routines, and you were singing a tune while drying the dishes.

When your tune finished and all the dishes were put away, you looked around and all three little ones were asleep…and so was Tequila.

“Did Tequila?” Your whispered giggle makes Jack smirk.

“Yeah, almost immediately.” Ginger giggles, stroking the soft head of Violet and placing a kiss there.

“Oh goodness.” You giggle and snap a picture of the super spy once again crashing with one of your children asleep on his chest.

“They’re like little pillows of melatonin.” Jack chuckles, reaching out to take the baby from his snoozing best friend, who grumbles and bats his hand away.

“S’my turn.” He mumbles sleepily, adjusting Lavender up under his chin. “Snuggle buddy.”

“Okay Hoss, but when she pees through her diaper you don’t come crying to me.” Jack laughs, getting up to go put Daisy down in your bed for a nap.

You step onto the porch with your second cup of coffee and watch Tequila and Ginger out once they’ve placed their respective cuddle buddies in their cradle. The peaceful silence of the mid morning surrounds your little family and you smile, enjoying the calm of the stillness.

Jack watches you for a moment then. Drinking your coffee, eyes following mother and foal as they meander across the field. Tracing each individual feature lovingly as if they were gonna disappear. You are so beautiful to him. The soft curve of your belly and your breasts speaking of the beautiful gift you’ve given him in your children. The hands that have wiped his tears and built this life with him. The smile that takes his breath away every time he sees it. The eyes that see straight to the heart of him no matter how hard he tries to hide himself from the world. You are his world. The center of his universe, and he is yours.

“Darlin? I hope every morning for the rest of our lives is exactly like this one.” He sighs, burying a hand in your hair. You feel yourself preen at his touch, soaking up all of his caressed with glee.

“I don’t.” You shrug, burrowing your face happily in his chest.

“No?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your crown.

“No, I love living life with you. When it’s messy and complicated, that’s when it’s most fun. I wanna see you grow old, wanna go to birthdays, and weddings, and first days of schools, and graduations, with you. I want to live everyday with you. I don’t need a calm life, I just need you.” Jack could feel his heart swelling with pride at your complete love of him. Your every moment of trust. God he loves you. “Days like this are nice though.” You grin and he laughs.

“Yes they are baby, yes they are.”

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arya stark appreciation month → day 17: trauma

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse.    

Sansa, I AGOT

Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near.

Arya I, AGOT

"Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."

Arya II, AGOT

At Winterfell they had called her "Arya Horseface" and she'd thought nothing could be worse.

Arya I, ACOK

Lommy had called her Lumpyhead, Sansa used Horseface.

Arya IX, ACOK

“Your sister used to call you Arya Horseface." "It was me made up that name. Her face was long and horsey.”

The Prince of Winterfell, ADWD

To her sister and sister's friends and all the rest, she had just been Arya Horseface.

The Blind Girl, ADWD

Ser Roland was the oldest of the three, though no more than five-and-twenty. He was taller and more muscular than Ser Wallace, but both were long-faced and lantern-jawed, with stringy brown hair and pinched noses. Horsefaced and homely, Alayne thought.

TWOW, Alayne I

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