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Gun-Slinging and Impressing the Literal Devil

Your favorite place to hang out was the constantly buzzing saloon owned by one of your acquaintances, Rosie. But after hearing too many men brag about how good they are with a gun, you grew tired of their egos and decided to shut them up. But in the process of showing off your skills you happened to impress a certain cowboy outlaw.

A/N: This is based off of the LOVELY art of cowboy Lucifer drawn by the incredibly talented and sweet @bat-boness so please go give them some love!! This fic is literally so outside of the Hazbin universe, Lucifer isn’t even the king of hell I just took his character and ran with it. Thank you all so much for all the love from my sneak peak for this fic, I barely had the motivation to finish it but you guys definitely helped me out with all the love so thank you ❤️

Warnings: Femme reader, AFAB terms and she/her pronouns used for reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read!

You tilted your head back as you finished off your second glass of whiskey, letting out a groan from the burning in your throat. You pushed the glass back towards Rosie for a refill before tucking the stray hairs falling out of your braid behind your ears.

“Well sugar, I think you’ve had enough this afternoon… I want you to be able to walk out of here,” she grinned, taking the glass and starting to clean it. “Any particular reason you’re trying to drink yourself under the table today?”

“You know I got nothin’ better to do,” you chuckled, looking at Rosie. “And all these boys taking up air in this damned place are making me wish I was elsewhere.”

“They are rather… loud.”

“That’s an understatement,” you scoff. “I dunno how you put up with their bullshit, Rosie.”

A hush fell over the saloon, causing you to perk up and look towards the entrance.

“Shit,” you whisper, absolutely dumbfounded.

“My days… is that Lucifer?” Rosie gasped.

You nod your head, ensuring that your mouth was closed and not completely open in shock. What was he doing here in a place like this?

He walked in, completely ignoring the silence and heading towards the bar. His spurs clinked against the wood floor, and you quickly take in his appearance before looking away back towards Rosie. You only saw his eyes, which were narrowed in concentration. The rest of his face was covered by a white hat tilted over his brows and a red bandana hiding his mouth and nose that made his eyes nearly glow. Although the bandana wasn’t doing much, since the cut of his shirt was rather… low…

He stood to your left, leaning his arm against the bar counter causing him to nearly press against you he was so close. You couldn’t help but look up at him.

He smelled of barley and gunpowder… and his hair was unkempt from the wind that most-likely came from riding horseback.

“Well howdy,” he greeted Rosie, tipping his hat.

…What?

His voice was so… cheery. It didn’t match what he looked like at all. It contrasted his concentrated and unapproachable appearance.

“Well hey there, Lucifer… what can I get for ya this afternoon?” Rosie smiled as she grabbed a glass, being her usual charming self.

He pulled the bandana down to speak. “Strongest drink you have, if you please.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He was pretty… Smile that could make your knees buckle, rosy red cheeks, and… a surprising amount of manners for such a well-known outlaw.

“Of course… What brings you to our little town? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just passin’ through. You know me. Well, not really. But I mean- I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Wait, that sounds awful full of myself, doesn’t it?”

“Just a little,” you butted in, causing you to widen your eyes in spite of yourself.

Why did you say that?

This brought his attention towards you, smile still on his face as he gave you a once over. You pretended not to notice, but it made you squirm in your seat and subtly adjust your ruffled skirt.

“Well hey there pretty lady. You come here often?”

You snort, which makes you flush in embarrassment. “Sure do. Rosie here is a close friend of mine.”

“Well, you both look absolutely lovely this afternoon,” he winked at the both of you, causing you to shrink in your seat and Rosie to let out a giggle.

“Why thank you,” Rosie smiled back, sliding over a glass of clear liquid to him. “Enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank ya, ma’am,” he tilted his hat once more and grabbed his glass, taking a sip before heading over to that damned group of men you’ve grown to hate and starting up a conversation.

“Well he was… surprisingly friendly,” you observed, looking to Rosie.

“Yeah… especially towards you,” Rosie smirked, propping her elbows on the bar counter and leaning her face into her palms. “He fancies you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and dismissing the thought. Even if it was true, you couldn’t entertain the idea. He was an outlaw always on the run. You didn’t really want that life.

“Oh please, I could shoot circles around you.”

This caused you to glance behind you at one of the buffoons that was inflating his own ego earlier. Which he somehow had the audacity to say that to Lucifer, which caused your jaw to drop just slightly in disbelief.

But Lucifer didn’t even challenge the statement, for some reason. He just laughed and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I believe ya.”

“Damn… for a famous outlaw you don’t have a spine, now do ya?”

You slam your hands on the bar counter, causing the group of men to shut up for once.

“Y/N… I really don’t think-“

“Y’all sure are cocky for a bunch of bitches, aren’t ya?” you cut Rosie off, ignoring her warning and standing up out of your seat.

You ignored the snickers coming from a few of the men, standing in front of them with your back straight and proud. You sure as hell weren’t gonna back down now that you’ve stepped in it.

“Every goddamn day y’all come here and talk about your skills but I never see it.”

You lift your skirt, high enough to show your mid thigh, which caused almost all of the men to blush, wide-eyed as some stared and others looked away. You reveal your gun holster strapped to your thigh, pulling out your revolver and spinning it by the trigger guard with your pointer finger as you let your skirt fall back down.

“So how about you boys let me show you mine,” you smirk, tilting your dark brown hat back so they could all really get a look at you.

“Why the fuck would we give you the time of day, little lady? Why don’t you go back to sittin’ and lookin’ pretty at the bar counter there-“

You pull back on the hammer spur of your revolver, lifting the gun up with one hand and narrowing one eye as you aim. You shot directly in the center of the cocky man’s hat, knocking it off of his thick skull before the bullet bounced into the wooden wall, it coming to a stop once it was wedged in between the boards.

“Hey!” Rosie snapped, causing you to wince. “Not here, not inside- get out! All of you- you too Y/N!”

You shot her an apologetic look as you pushed forward on the hammer spur of your gun, walking outside with an anger bubbling in your chest. How dare those dumbs bastards speak to you that way…

You turn around when you hear the swinging doors open, watching with a smirk as the group of dumbs men get on their horses and ride away, not even sneaking a glance at you.

But then Lucifer walks out, and you look at the ground. Was he angry? But why would he be?

He called out your name, which he probably figured it out when Rosie yelled at you to get out, gaining your attention and causing you to look up.

“Ya still wanna show off your skills?” he asked, raising a brow and giving you a smile.

Your heart fluttered and you gave him a shrug. “Well if I have an audience.”

“Of course you do, couldn’t take my eyes off ya, sweetheart.”

He grabbed 3 empty food cans out of the bag hanging on the side of his horse, which he probably ate out of during his travels, leaving you to stare at him with wide eyes and blushing cheeks at his words. He set them up on different posts on the fence of a pasture that was next to the saloon.

“Alright, show me what you got,” he shot you a toothy grin, stepping away from the cans as you scoffed.

“Please,” you laughed, making sure to take more steps back than what he was expecting.

You shot the cans just like you shot the man’s hat from before, one eye slightly narrowed and gun raised with one hand. You shot one after the other, hitting them perfectly and knocking each one off of their posts with only a few seconds in between each shot.

Once they all hit the floor, you put the safety back on by pressing forward on the hammer spur.

“Damn…” Lucifer whistled, stepping towards you. “Haven’t seen someone shoot like that in a long time.”

“Glad I could impress someone like Lucifer himself,” you smiled, tipping your hat before lifting your skirt again and hooking your gun into the holster strapped around your thigh.

You tried to pretend you didn’t notice him staring at your skin as you let your skirt fall.

“Already was impressed when I saw you for the first time. Wasn’t kiddin’ when I called you a pretty lady.”

You blushed at the compliment but played it off, taking a stop towards him. “And you’re strikingly handsome for an outlaw… you’d think always being on the run would ruin one’s appearance.”

“Well, I suppose I’m criminally handsome as well.”

You snicker behind your hand. You really liked him…

“I’m not stayin’ here too long…”

“What a shame,” you frown at him, sticking out your bottom lip in a fake pout.

“But I’d still like to have a pleasant stay. Any ideas on how I can make my visit a little more… fun?” he asked, stepping so close to you that his crossed arms nearly touched your chest.

Your eyes widened at his words. You looked at him, and his eyes were narrowed, honed in on you and only you and taking in your appearance.

Well shit. Who are you to deny someone like him?

“I might have a few… it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to show a merciless outlaw to my own home, would it?”

“Well… I certainly don’t think so… at least, not this outlaw,” he smiled at you, placing a gentle hand on your hip, and you caught him staring down at your figure.

“Well, let’s get on your horse and I’ll show you the way.”

“You don’t have your own?” he asks, taking your hand and showing you to his horse, which was a beautiful dusty grey color with a black mane.

“Nah- everything ‘round here is walking distance. If I need one I usually use one of Rosie’s- that there is her pasture, she has a few animals she likes takin’ care of,” you explain, ignoring the hand he puts out to help you and mounting the horse by yourself.

Lucifer’s eyes were slightly widened in shock as you made it clear that you didn’t need his assistance, getting on the horse and sitting behind you. “I see,” he smiled, pressing himself against you and holding onto your waist. “Lead the way, darlin’. And take your time, I’m in no rush.”

Your lips part and your heart hammers at the sudden touch, gently snapping the reins of the horse to a soft trot as you guide it to your home.

But just after a few steps from the horse you felt Lucifer’s hands travel down your waist to your hips, and then they slowly made their way forward.

“Lucifer, just what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, breath falling short as you sneak a glance over your shoulder back at him.

“Just keep goin’ sweetheart. I’m just havin’ a little fun.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to concentrate on getting the two of you to your home, breath hitching as his hands travelled down towards the center of your thighs.

“Lucifer, I’m… I’m trying to concentrate here,” you try to scold, lungs sputtering for air out of nerves and excitement when his grip tightens on your thighs and teases the area where your pelvis meets your hip.

“I know, darlin’. You can still get us there, can’t you?”

“Well… yeah,” you sighed, placing one hand on the hand that was getting dangerously close to a place you DIDNT want him touching out here.

“Don’t try to hold me back, baby,” he teased, breath hitting your ear.

You pull on the reigns of the horse, getting him to stop.

“We’re here,” you sighed. “Thank god.”

Lucifer jumped off the horse and you quickly followed. “I have some fenced off land in the back. You can keep your horse there, if you’d like,” you offer, handing him the reigns and showing him to the land you had behind your house.

It was peaceful where you lived- just at the end of town but close enough to everything you needed.

Once Lucifer let his horse back, and made him comfortable, he turned to you with a smile. “Thank ya, darlin’.”

“Why, of course,” you teased with a smile, taking his hands and leading him inside your home.

As soon as the door closed behind the two of you, he grabbed onto your waist and you gripped onto his shoulders as he pulled you into a lip-bruising kiss.

He pulled you close, hands lowering to your hips and slotting one of his legs in between yours to press his thigh against you.

“Lucifer…” you breathed, running your hands to his hair and gripping onto the roots, moving towards his neck and pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“Baby, you are…”

“C’mon,” you interrupt him against his skin, pulling back and leading him to your bed. “You wanted some fun while you’re in town, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, pushing you atop the covers as soon as you got near the mattress, kicking his shoes off and getting on the bed.

He hovered over you on his knees, already beginning to hike up your skirt which made you laugh under your breath, slightly nervous. You reached for your ankles, sitting up slightly as you unlaced your shoes and threw them to the side as Lucifer removed his hat and serape and putting them to the side.

You watched carefully when he took off his shirt, pulling it off and placing it aside, immediately inviting you- whether he meant to or not- to touch all of his chest and stomach that you could. You sighed out a deep breath (of slight disappointment) when he pulled away from your hands and pushed up your skirt enough to see your bloomers and under-skirts which he quickly removed. “You alright?” he checked in, looking up at you, barely able to rip his eyes away from your body.

“Yeah,” you whispered, giving him a smile and reaching out to run a hand through his hair. “Of course I am.”

He gave you a cheeky smile, immediately ducking down and starting to kiss along your upper thigh. He didn’t even have the patience to take your skirt off first, he just lifted it up so it would be out of the way and pushing it back so he could still see you. Right after the skirts were out of the way, he unclipped the gun holster around your thigh and dropping it onto the floor.

“Damn, you’re impatient…” you teased as an attempt to keep your composure, letting out a small, nervous laugh as he looked back up at you.

“I said I wanted to have fun while I’m here… and I don’t play around. I get what I want, if ya didn’t notice, sweetheart.”

“Aw, but you don’t wanna take your time with me?” you teased, trying but failing to hide your smile.

“I think you and I both know you like it hard and fast too, darlin’. I don’t really think you care if I take off our clothes or not. Do you?”

You flushed at those words, unable to get yourself to answer, let alone decide what to say.

“That’s what I thought.”

He dives back into your thigh, immediately making his way to your pussy and spreading your folds before licking a stripe across your hole and to your clit.

“Jesus- fucking christ, Lucifer,” you gasped, glancing down at him and placing your hands in his hair to brace yourself.

He doubles down, chuckling against you causing to let out a breathy moan. You felt your whole core spasm against the sudden attention, tilting your head back and getting lost in the feeling as soon as he thrust his tongue into your hole.

“Fucking shit, Lucifer!”

You let out a small cry when he holds your thighs open, causing them to shake. “Please, oh my god-“

He pulled away so that his lips were just barely against your clit, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“You, you… please-“

“Already desperate for me?” he whispered, having the audacity to laugh at you.

“Shut your trap…”

He apparently didn’t like that response, so he gripped your thighs harder and started sucking on your clit with an unwavering vigour.

“What- Lucifer!” you cry out, one hand gripping onto his hair and the other slamming onto the mattress, gripping onto the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep your composure and not burst into tears right there.

He moves one hand from your thigh up to intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly and still keeping his gaze on you.

He finally gave you a break, pulling away and giving you a smile.

“You’re so beautiful…” he breathed, studying your face and tracing his fingertips along your thigh.

You blushed under his admiration, looking off to the side out of embarrassment from his intense gaze.

“Whatta ya say, darlin’?”

You look back at him, face warm and eyes wide. “Thank you…”

“Atta girl,” he chuckled, sitting up on his knees before leaning over you, his arms planted by your torso against the mattress to keep himself up.

He pressed his face against your neck, causing you to inhale a sharp breath and gripping onto his hair with one hand again as he peppered kisses along your neck. “Are you teasing me now?” you laughed under your breath, slowly lifting your bare hips to press against his.

He let out a gentle groan, nipping at your jawline. “What can I say? I wanna take my time with ya…”

You scoff, smile evident on your face as you trailed your hand down. It rested at the top of Lucifer’s pants, slowly undoing his belt. “But I thought you were here to have fun, sugar… where’s that needy attitude now?” you mutter back, placing the belt next to you two on the mattress and trailing your hands down again to push down his pants, just enough to…

“Well, you’re gonna take away my fun by rushing me,” Lucifer frowned, immediately grabbing you by your wrists and pushing your hands away. “Fun doesn’t mean quick, sugar,” he mocked. “Let me play a bit.”

He gently pressed your hands down against the mattress, a silent signal to keep them there, before trailing his hands along your chest. He grinned down at you, slowly unclasping the hooks from your corset and throwing it aside before beginning to undo your shirt. “Beautiful- best part of this town.”

You shudder at the touch to your breasts, letting out a small laugh. “Do you say that to all the girls you bed?”

He looked at you with a raised brow, unbuttoning your shirt all the way as he obviously began to lose his patience with you. “Haven’t done this in years, baby. You’re special, don’t you worry.”

He tossed your shirt to the side, straddling your hips and running his hand along your jaw. He ducked down, kissing your lips and nipping them immediately. You opened your mouth, tentatively, which he took advantage of and invaded your mouth with his smooth tongue.

You gasped, his tongue working wonders as you were able to taste yourself, and you lifted a hand to place on his hip as an attempt to get him to not stop.

He pulled away, though, and stared down at you with narrowed eyes. “I thought it was obvious I wanted you to keep your hands to yourself, but apparently you didn’t pick up on that.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed his belt, which made your mouth go dry. “Gimme your hands, love.”

You stutter, tongue feeling as if it was swollen while your hands remain still. “Lucifer, you won’t-“

“C’mon baby,” he interrupted, gaze turning slightly cold which sent shivers down your spine. “Hands.”

Your eyes widen and you shakily hold up your hands, embarrassed at the feeling of your pussy already dripping onto the bedsheets.

“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll still treat you right. I’d never hurt you,” he reassured, slightly alarmed at your shaking, but he gave you a look that you knew was him telling you you could stop whenever.

There was the man that you saw at the bar. Bless his heart, he’s too kind.

“I’m…” you trail off, thighs nearly twitching when he pushes your hands against the bed frame. “I’m just fine.”

He wrapped the belt around your wrists and the headboard of the bed, finally fastening it which caused your thighs to press together.

“Goddamnit will you PLEASE get on with it,” you felt your voice betray you, causing Lucifer to pause as soon as the belt was fastened.

He pulled away, going back to hovering above you with a smug grin. “Darlin’… you like the belt?”

“I didn’t fucking say that, did I?”

“Oh, touchy… you’re a brat, aren’t ya?” he laughed at you, situating himself so that he could reach back, pushing past your thighs and pressing against your clit in between your folds, before reaching down further and pressing one finger into your hole.

Your eyes closed, body relieved at the attention as you slumped against the mattress and gently tugging against the belt around your wrists.

“You do like it.”

“Perhaps,” you muttered, looking down at him.

“Oh, no need to be shy… it’s alright, you can tell me anything,” he teased, slowly pulling his finger out of you, then slowly thrusting back in.

You gasped, now realizing just how powerless you were at the fact that your wrists were completely restrained, looking at his face as he pressed barely-there kisses along your sternum.

He teased the pad of his second finger around your entrance, then slowly pushed it inside to join the finger that was already there. He was stretching you out.

“Lucifer… please go faster, I’m fine, y’know. Don’t need to worry about me.”

He looked down at you and smiled, pressing a quick and soft kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look at you as he rubbed against your walls with his fingers. “Ya sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you before trailing them up to his face and licking his tongue along the two fingers slowly, savouring the taste. “You’re just perfect, love.”

You shrank under the praise, heart skipping a beat in your chest at his actions. He pulled away though, tugging down his pants. You watched, with hardly any shame at all, as he throws them to the floor, and he climbs closer to you again, leaning over you as he uses one hand to press himself against your entrance. He looks up at you with his hair slightly in his eyes and an excited grin stretched across his lips.

“You ready, angel?”

You smile, surprised that he checked in with you so suddenly, but it made your heart swell. “Yes… of course,” you nod.

He gave you a soft smile which made your chest tighten, and he pushed himself into you slowly. Your breath got stuck somewhere in your throat, and once he noticed that your breathing stopped, he stopped too. “Breathe, sweetheart… breathe.”

You gasped for breath, probably louder than you realized, and your wrists slacked then tightened against the belt. “Keep going,” you whispered, words barely falling out of your lips.

“Okay, just… tell me when you need me to stop, alright? I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he soothed, leaning up and pressing careful kisses against your cheek as he pushed in further.

Tears welled in your eyes at the stretch, your back arching and your jaw nearly going slack. Lucifer tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you still.

But then he kept going, and your eyes squeezed shut at the lack of control. But you weren’t panicking.

There was something about the smell of dust in his unkempt hair against your face, and the way his body slotted against yours, that just made you trust him completely. Which was… jarring, to say the least, since you just met him.

You grew used to the intrusion, even if it did just keep growing and growing. But then his hips slotted against yours, and you were finally able to breathe again.

“Wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Easy for you to say…” you panted, smiling at him when he pulled back to look at you.

“Mmm… not THAT easy. You have no idea how much it’s taking for me to not fuck you into this bed right now.”

It was then that you noticed that his arms were shaking, and you smiled a little to yourself. He felt this way just for you?

“You can go, baby… just go slow, please,” you instructed, holding back a laugh at the way his face lit up.

“God bless ya, darlin’,” he laughed breathily as an attempt to tease you, gently pulling out, which made your wrists unintentionally tug aggressively against the headboard.

But once he slowly pushed back in, your vision went white and you let out an unfiltered, drawn-out whine. You didn’t want to say it out loud, but holy shit… he was huge.

“You’re so pretty like this, love. Look at you…”

You open your eyes a bit, peeking at him only for them to roll back when he pulls out and pushes back in again, this time a little faster.

“Sound so good, angel. And you feel so good, too. Easily best part of coming to town.”

You let out a breath, or at least tried to, since your lungs were absolutely fluttering at the feeling and his words.

“Lucifer, you can go… faster,” you muttered, looking at him with watering eyes and a wobbly smile.

He cursed under his breath, examining your face for a moment before pulling out again. The friction against you made you cry out, weak and soft, only for him to push back into you.

But this time he didn’t stop in between thrusts, he just kept going, which made your hips twitch.

“Fuck…”

He groaned, turning his head so that his lips pressed against your ear. His breath hit your skin, causing you to shiver against his hold. He liked the reactions you were having, though, which made him double down and push your limits even more.

“I felt that, baby… You’re reacting like that just for me?”

Your eyes squeezed shut, nodding as an answer. He pulled back a bit to look at you, giving you a smug grin before lifting your hips slightly and deepening his angle.

“Oh- oh…! Lu-!”

“I bet you’d like me to come back every now and again, just for me to fuck you like this over and over. Ain’t that right?”

“Yeah-! Right, Lucifer!” your voice hiccuped with the way your body moved against the bed with each of his thrusts, eyes half-lidded.

“Lucifer, wait,” you gasped, jaw clenching.

He stopped in his tracks, not moving as he looked down at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not. I feel so good… just… please undo the belt. Please.”

He immediately nodded and reached over you to the headboard, quick to listen. As soon as the belt was unfastened he threw it off the bed and massaged along your wrists, trying to soothe the slight burn.

Instead of letting him continue you grabbed his hands, pushing him away before sitting up, pulling him back so he was laying down. You straddled his hips, placing your against his chest to keep him there.

“What are you…?”

“You pick up on things easy, just wait.”

You reach back, lining him up with yourself before lowering down onto him. He let out a breath, instantly gripping onto your hips.

“Baby, sweetheart, I can’t keep this up that long if ya-“

“I know, that’s the point,” you smile down at him, raising yourself and lowering again.

He let out a noise. You’d never heard anything like it, it was soft and high pitched, but you’d do anything to hear it again.

You looked down at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as you rose and fell again, then again, until you started consistently bouncing.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so goddamn tight.”

“Just for you, baby.”

Something in him shakes and he slams you down on his cock, forcing a near scream out of your throat.

“Just for me?”

“Yes- yes, just for you!” you exclaimed in surprise, doubling down and speeding up your pace.

He tilted his head back in response, becoming lost to the feeling which just made you shudder all over.

“You’re so pretty, love… so gorgeous, I could watch you do this for hours,” he praised, tracing along your hips before tightening his grip again.

Your face flushed and your body shuddered at the praise, the friction from your bounces starting to get to you. Lucifer noticed and trailed one of his hands down from your hip and immediately circled his thumb around your clit.

“Ah! Lucifer, I’m close, are-“

“Right there with ya, angel,” he smiled at you, albeit a little wobbly since he was barely containing his own whimpers.

You clenched around him, bouncing stuttering only for Lucifer to help you out with the hand that was still on your hip.

“You’re such a good girl- so good you make me want to stay,” you heard his weak voice whisper in between his whines, causing your eyes to widen as you looked down at him.

You gasp, your back arching and your stomach fluttering as you climax. Your eyes just barely caught Lucifer’s expression while he finished himself, his eyelids nearly falling and his breath hitching before letting out a strained whimper while he finishes inside you.

You cried out at the feeling of him spilling into you in the middle of your peak, doubling over as your moans stutter and hiccup while you finally get over your peak.

“You did so good, love…”

He slowly sat up, breath still erratic as he gently and carefully pulled out of you which caused you to whimper from your own sensitivity.

“That’s it… just breathe, you did so well, darlin’.”

He laid you back down, grabbing a quilt that was folded on the bottom of the bed and placing it over you so you’d stay warm. You smile at the soft fabric against your skin and watched his hand cup your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your face. He delicately took your hair out of its braid, massaging your scalp once your hair was down and splayed out along your shoulders.

He moved to lay down behind you under the quilt, slotting his body against you from behind and hugging around your waist. “Can I stay the night?”

You decide to not let the reality that he has to leave hit you yet. With how his arms felt around you, with this new feeling in general, is presence just felt… right. Might as well pretend that the feeling doesn’t have to leave for a little bit longer.

“Of course you can.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading <3 sorry that it took me so long to write, I literally hate school with a passion :)

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A/n: IM STILL UPSET, man Korean dramas really know how to fuck you up.Also I’m sorry if I fuck up, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watched this show.

BUT NOT HERE!

This is just gonna be a pure, short fluff fic because he deserves to be happy.

It felt like a knife to his heart, you. The woman he loved, his soul mate had just found out what he was.

A Gumiho, something he tried so hard to hide, something he wanted to keep hidden from you. He was doing his best to stay calm, to keep his emotions at bay but he didn’t want to lose you.His was angry, angry at himself for keeping something this big from you but most of all he was scared.

What would he do if you walked out of his life?

Keeping his head low he did not think he could meet your gaze, he did not want to see the fear and disgust on your eyes so when he felt your hand pet his head his eyes widened with shock.

“Silly man, you think something like this would stop me from loving you.” You whispered, a small smile on your face as you watched Lee’s knees buckle, the man, your nail tailed fox collapse in your arms. His arms wrapping around your waist, hugging you close as he pressed his face into your stomach.

“Y/n.”

His name was barley a whisper on his lips but you knew how much this meant to him. A light chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, it felt so soft between your finger tips.

Closing his eyes, Rang felt like he was enjoying this a bit to much. It felt too good not to enjoy this, you playing with his hair did a wonderful job at calming down but perhaps he was enjoying himself a bit to much causing him too lose control of his glamor to fail. Large ears adorned on top the man’s head, a large tail nearly wrapping around body.

A laugh escaping your lips feeling the fluff of his tail brush your back. You had the sudden urge to touch his ears.

“You can.” Rang murmured, he was avoiding your gaze, his cheeks burning.

Grinning you eagerly reached up to touch his ears. You never thought you could feel something so soft, Rang’s holding you tighter as he kept his face buried into your stomach. This felt good, too good and he was sure he’ll make this up to you later.

After your head pats of course.

#drabbles #drabble #lee rang #lee rang x reader #lee rang x you #lee rang x y/n #tale of the nine tailed #tale of the nine tailed x reader #tail of the nine tailed x you #kdrama #kdrama x reader #kdrama x you

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joelslegalwhre · 3 months

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! this isn't sorted by character, sorry I'm lazy.. :')!

istg I'm the most confused girlie out there and I forget about my #want to read tag all the time, so this tbr shelf can be not only mine but your place to find new fics if you see anything you think sounds good!👀

If you decide to read a fic (any fic) don't forget to leave the author a reblog or comment! Supporting the creators is to show them love!💜

your heart, a sonnet - Author!Joel Miller x F!Reader by @kedsandtubesocks

incomplete - Ezra x gn!reader by @alwaysmicado

butterscotch orange - frankie morales x f!reader by @undercoverpena

waiting game - dbf!Joel x Reader by @gutsby

hating game - dbf!Joel x Reader by @gutsby

chamomile - Dieter Bravo x f!reader by @tightjeansjavi

i wonder if you stopped his world like you did mine - frankie morales x f!reader by @chronically-ghosted

meet me in the back - sleazy gas station clerk!joel x fem!reader by @atticrissfinch

i didn’t know you smoked - steven grant x reader by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

best of both worlds - mando x f!reader by @thefrogdalorian

do the right thing - Postoutbreak! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader by @joelsgreys

the sweepstakes series - porn star!pedro boys x f!reader by @katareyoudrilling (her whole masterlist tbh)

sex on fire - ceo!joel x f!reader by @macfrog

are you ever dreaming of me - dave york x f!reader by bestie @janaispunk

From Eden - AU Pirate!Joel Miller x Mermaid f!Reader by @tightjeansjavi (her whole masterlist bc Gi's writing is amazing😭)

know better - daddy!marcus pike x fem!reader by @ezrasbirdie

Divide my legs like a mathematician - Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader by @joelmillerisapunk

You wanted this masterlist - fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader by @alwaysmicado

iron and charcoal - pero tovar x f!reader by @chronically-ghosted

The Outlaws - Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader by @mothandpidgeon

buckles and barley (masterlist) - Rancher! Jack Daniels x Ranchhand! Reader by @penvisions

For The Love Of Horror - Dieter Bravo x Horror Lover by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist

Daddy Travel Diaries (masterlist) - Soft daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader by @joelmillerisapunk

Moving Day - dbf!joel x f!reader by @medellintangerine

Light The Flame - mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader by @yeollie-plz

I'll update this list as I find new fics I want to read, and remove fics I've already read. But don't worry, I'll post a monthly fic rec list starting in february, where you can find all my "already read" fics from this list! <3

main masterlist

#em's tbr shelf #joelslegalwhre’s want to read list🫶🏼#pedro pascal #tbr list #oscar isaac

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years

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High School Problems

Summary: Peter 1 becomes sick at school and one of his older brothers come to pick him up from school.

(First sick fic! Not my best, but still fun to try :) Enjoy!)

Peter 3 stepped through the front doors of Peter 1's high school. He walked up to the front desk with his driver's license ready. "Hi, Peter Parker the Third. I'm here to pick up my bro---."

The lady at the front desk barely glanced at his license before pointing to a door off to the side.

Three froze. "Uh---do I need to sign him ou---?"

A smaller screen was thrusted into Three's face. "Sign here."

"Wha---?"

"Sign the dotted line on the screen with the stylus."

Peter 3 hesitantly picked up the stylus. "O-okay."

He quickly scrawled his signature across the screen before it was yanked away. The secretary pointed to the same door as before while her other hand pushed a small button.

After looking between her and the door, Peter 3 cautiously approached it and pushed it open.

Inside was a small room that looked like a poorly kept waiting room. A few chairs were shoved against one wall while another wall was overtaken by a large desk with a giant computer screen. The younger man at desk barely acknowledged Three as his eyes stayed glued to some game playing on the monitor.

"Three?" A voice croaked.

The taller brother turned quickly. ". . . One?"

Peter 1 looked---awful.

His eyes were glassy and his skin was pale and flushed. He was slumped into the chair and was barley able to hold up his own head.

"Don't worry . . . feel okay."

The middle brother smiled sadly. He bent down and threw the youngest's backpack over his shoulder before holding out his hand. "Think you can manage?"

Peter 1 took a minute to collect himself before using Peter 3's hand to pull himself up. He wobbled on his legs, but managed to stay upright as the two walked out of the nurse's office and past the secretary's desk.

Up close, Three could feel the heat radiating off of the youngest and the shivers running through his body.

When they reached the car, Peter 1 was soon buckled into the passenger seat.

As Three drove off, he kept wondering how on earth One managed to hide this sickness for it to reach this point. Somehow, this one had slipped under both older brother radars.

"I'm sorry . . . didn't wanna be a bother," One muttered.

"You're not a bother bud," Three soothed.

The youngest turned toward him. "You had to leave work."

"I needed a few days out of the lab anyway."

"But---." Peter 1 interrupted himself by breaking into a coughing fit.

Three kept one hand on the steering wheel and used the other to rub One's back. "No buts about it Bug. Brothers look out for one another."

Once the coughing fit had stopped, One slumped against the passenger side window.

"How did you get this sick this fast. You would have had to have it the last . . ."

Peter 1 shrank into his shoulders.

A few days prior, the youngest had been caught in a sudden sleet storm on his way to school and spent most of the day in soggy clothes. When Two had picked him later that day, the youngest had claimed he felt fine.

"You got sick from the sleet. Didn't you?"

Peter 1 sank down even farther. "I thought I would be okay."

"Peter. If you started feeling bad, you should have said something."

"Didn't---didn't want you to worry."

The taller brother smiled sadly. "I know you didn't want me to worry then bud, but now I'm even more worried."

The younger Spiderman absolutely deflated. "I'm sorry."

Three squeezed his shoulder. "What happened happened Pete. For now, let's work on getting you better."

One weakly nodded before slumping back over against the window.

"We're almost home Bug. We're going to get you into your Pjs, pump you full of the good medicine, and let you take a nice long nap. How does that sound?"

The youngest looked at Three again with tear filled eyes. "Three?"

"Yeah?"

". . . I don't feel so good."

The middle brother felt his heart crack. "I'm sorry to hear that bud. I wish I could make it go away."

One sniffled and looked away.

"But I will take care of you until you do feel better."

"Th-thank you."

Three smiled. "Try to rest bud. I'll wake you when we get there."

The youngest tried curling up in the passenger seat, but could not find a way to get comfortable. He spent the rest of the ride curled up in a miserable ball.

Once they were back home, Three gently led him upstairs. "Come on Bug, let's you cleaned up."

While One was taking a bath, Three texted Peter 2 and asked him to bring home more medicine. Three had just gotten over a cold a few days prior, but now they were low on some things. Once One had been cleaned---with a little help from Three---and bundled into fresh pajamas, Three led him back to the living room.

He carefully eased the youngest on to the couch before wrapping him in a warm blanket. He then gave him some medicine to hopefully ease the coughing and sniffling as One tried to sleep.

Once the youngest was taken care of, Three sat next to him and pulled him close. "There we go. That should do the trick."

One snuggled close.

Three chuckled. "Feeling any better?"

". . . No?"

Three deflated. "Sorry bud, I wish there was more I could do for you."

The youngest clung tight to his older brother. "Stay?"

Three smiled. "Of course."

"Two too?"

"Two will be home later. He's working on a big project with Otto."

"Oh . . . "

Peter 3 rubbed his younger brother's shoulder. "I know, he wishes he could be here with you too."

One coughed harshly. "Cuddles?"

A smile crept across Three's face. "Yes, to cuddle."

One sniffled again.

"You'll only have to wait a little bit Pete. He'll be home soon."

One hid his face in Three's chest. "I hate being sick."

"I know. It's never any fun being sick."

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Hey. Why don't we watch a movie? That'll help you relax."

The youngest nodded and came out of hiding. Peter 3 put on Star Wars and tried to keep the youngest comfortable as they snuggled.

It was hard though. Just as Peter 1 was close to dozing off, he would cough or sneeze himself awake or have to blow his nose into a tissue.

Peter 3 tried rubbing his back, shifting to different positions to help elevate the youngest's head and chest, and giving the youngest medicine every hour, but nothing seemed to work. Soon, both Three and One were growing more and more frustrated as the night wore on.

After a certain point, Peter 1 just started sobbing. "I---can't even---sleep!"

Peter 3 felt his heart crack. The poor kid could not catch a break. If it wasn't his nose, it was his throat. If it wasnt his throat, it was the fever. If it wasn't the fever, it was the chills. All in all, it made for a very crummy evening.

Peter 3 carded his fingers through Peter 1's hair. "Shhh, I know Bug. The crummy cold is making it impossible."

One sniffled and coughed again.

Three was running on his last idea when he heard the front door open.

"Hello," a voice called out.

"In here Two."

The oldest brother hurried in and rushed to the couch. "What happened?"

"He's exhausted. This crummy cold is kicking him hard."

Two squeezed Peter 3's shoulder. "I know you've been trying your best. Colds are just finicky things that like to make us miserable."

Peter 1 had calmed when heard the oldest. He quickly turned his head. "Two!"

Peter 1 clung to his oldest brother as his sobbing slowed.

Two flinched before he shifted down to place a kiss on the youngest's temple. "Mhm. He's burning up pretty good."

"Any suggestions?"

"I have just the thing."

With one arm still wrapped around the youngest, Peter 2 grabbed the shopping bag he had brought in. "Those other fever reducers don't work on Spidermen, and the Mucinex stuff only works if you have a smaller cold. This one will need the big guns."

He pulled out a bottle of medicine. "Could you please get some water Three?"

The middle brother hopped up. "I'll be right back."

He returned quickly with a cup. With Peter 3's help, the older two managed the right dosage into Peter 1's mouth.

"Thank you," Peter 2 added while reaching back into his bag. The next item he pulled out was a container of Vics Vapor Rub and liberally applied it to the youngest's chest and neck.

Peter 1 sagged in relief as he breathing evened out and coughing ceased. He leaned against Peter 2 as his eyes began to close.

Three sat down on the couch next to them. Somehow the oldest knew how to make everything all right.

That's when a hand latched onto Three's hand. Two brown eyes met his, "I love you."

Peter 3's heart warmed at the sight. "I love you too."

With that said, Peter 1 dozed off into a finally peaceful sleep.

Three ran his thumb over Peter 1's knuckles. "You always know exactly what to do."

Two squeezed his shoulder. "You forget, I've got quite a few years of experience on you."

Three gave a small smile. "I know."

"Colds are finicky things too. One can be mild and the next will wipe you out. It's learning the balancing act in between those two."

"That's fair."

Two rubbed his shoulders as he pulled Three closer. "Come on. You've had a rough day too. Time for you to get some sleep too."

Peter 3 chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Peter 2. "We're lucky to have a big brother like you."

Two smiled. "And I'm lucky to have little brothers like you."

#whumpee peter 1 #caretakers peter 2 and 3 #sickfic

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

This was requested by this anon.

AN: let me know if you guys like fluff fics & i'll try to write them as frequent as my smut & sicfics. also couldn't come up with a better title so... yeah the title is a lil iffy.

Things to help you understand this story better:

(Harry is a single parent/Harry is 25/Harry is a healthy eater/Loves his daughter so much)

Harry is peacefully sleeping in his bed alone. Covers to his chin, curled up on his side. That is until his beautiful two year old daughter comes barging in there to wake her daddy up. He shouldn't be asleep she thinks. It's too late. In reality its only 7 am on a Saturday, but to an early riser like her, he should be awake and playing with her. Or making her breakfast.

Her little feet pad over to her daddy's side of the bed. She can barley reach him due to the height of his bed, but manages to stretch her little arms up and taps on Harrys face. "Daddy, wake up." she speaks in her little British accent. Harry slowly opens his eyes and immediately squeezes them shut because of the sunlight coming from the window blinding him. "Daddy!!" his daughter says a little louder.

If his daughter was any older, Harry might tell her to wait a few minutes or go back to bed because it's too early, but he knows she's only 2. So he forces his eyes open again and reaches down to hook his hands in her tiny arm pits to lift her on the bed. "Why are you awake so early babe." he asks in a gravely voice, while placing her on his bare chest.

"I hungry." her tiny voice replies.

"Mhmm what would you like?" Harry mumbles sleepily.

"Sweets." she says innocently.

"I don't think so love. We don't eat sweets for breakfast. It will give you a tummy ache. What about a healthy fruit salad. We have some Watermelon and Strawberries in the fridge." he replies to his daughter who's straddling his chest.

"NO, I WANT SWEETS! I WANT SWEETS!" she yells back with angry tears threatening to escape.

"D/n, we do not yell!" her father speaks firmly. "We can't have sweets but we can have something other than a fruit salad if you want. Lets go down and see what we have." With a tight grip on his upset daughter, Harry gets out of bed and makes his way down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen.

This wasn't something new to him. Ever since his daughter turned 2 in August, she's been acting up a lot more than previously. You could say it was the terrible twos everyone talks about. Harry tries his hardest to teach her the proper ways to behave but it's been proven to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. Especially hard when he's busy all the time and isn't with her 24/7 like stay-at-home mums are or stay-at-home dads were. He's a musician. Not a so called musician that gets excited to book a Friday night at the local pub. No, Harry is a international pop star.

When he ended up getting a one-night stand pregnant, he told them they could do what they wanted as far keeping the baby or not. Harry has always been one to agree that its a women's choice. But his one-night stand wanted to have the baby. Honestly, you'd think Harry would get angry that she decided to keep it, but he wasn't. Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation to have a baby from a one-night stand that he had on tour, but he being the loving Harry everyone seems to know and love, of course tried to look at it as a positive thing. But when his daughter was born, his one-night stand got her minute of fame by saying she had Harry Styles baby and left. Abandoned her own blood. Harry had to get full custody of his daughter and ever since then she's been living with her daddy.

It was really hard the first few months of her life. A baby needs their mothers comfort and warmth and she had none of that. She never got the opportunity to breast feed or feel the love of her mother, and Harry feels sick just thinking about it. So Harry put his career on hold for a few months to take care of his daughter and show her that someone cares for her. He never wanted her to feel unloved. It was his biggest fear. That's why every day since the day she was born, he tells her how much he loves her. Shows her how much he loves her.

He did all her nightly feedings with warmed up formula in bottles. He changed her diapers at all hours of the day. He gave her baths every day to make sure she smelled nice and clean. And when she turned 1 years old and was getting more active, he took her to the studio with him and let her play her toys.

Just because Harry is a single parent doesn't mean he doesn't have help or support. He has a lot of help when it comes to taking care of his daughter. His sister Gemma babysits all the time for him when he's got something very important to do at the studio where he'd prefer if his daughter wasn't there. Harry's mum watches his daughter frequently when he has a interview he needs to attend. Even some of Harry's friends watch or take care of her when needed. Especially some of his ex bandmates that have kids of their own now. Harry's daughter has playdates with Bear, Liam's son about once a month. They're about the same age and their dads are friends so it works out great. His daughter has even played with Freddie, Louis's son. Not as much because Freddie lives in America but when he comes to England to spend time with his father they hang out. Freddie and Harry's daughter are quite similar. They were both created due to a one-night stand. The only difference is Freddie's mum wanted him. Didn't abandon him. So he has a relationship with both parents. Needless to say, besides all the things a mother can give to their child, his daughter has a good life. People love her, and once again that's all Harry could ask for. People and himself to love his daughter.

After fighting with his daughter about what to eat for breakfast, she finally settles for some Strawberry pancakes as long as they have chocolate syrup on top. Harry gives in and allows a little chocolate for her to have with breakfast. She sits in her high chair munching on the pancakes while Harry cleans the mess from cooking. Like washing the pan and wiping the stove off. When he's finished cleaning, he notices his daughter has stopped eating and is just making a mess with her food at this point.

Walking up to her high chair, Harry bends down and lifts her sticky body up and says, "Alright, time to give you a bath little one."

"No bath daddy! Me no want a bath!" she yells and attempts to kick her fathers legs but Harry grabs ahold of them in his big hand and stops her movements which makes her small body more angry. She screams very loud in his ear and pounds her baby fist in his shoulders, expressing her anger. Harry really wants to get upset. But what he's read in parenting books is that if you ignore their behavior and act like you don't see their tantrums, it will make it better and they'll give up on trying so hard to show their anger. Because most toddlers have tantrums to try and get attention from their parent(s). By ignoring it, you're not feeding into it.

"I'm sorry but you have chocolate all over you love. Need to get you clean because I need to take you to the studio for a few hours with me today. How does that sound?" trying to make bath time and going to the studio sound fun.

After fighting with Darcy to get in the bath, Harry finally got her in the tub. He struggled to wash her curly hair due to the fact she wouldn't sit still, even after he gave her a rubber ducky to play with. Once he's washed her hair and chocolate covered body, Harry picks her up and wraps her in a big fluffy towel, then takes her to her room to get changed. He manages to get a pull up on her, (still trying to potty train), and puts a lovely red track suit on her with some Gucci shoes. Then he carries her in front of the bathroom mirror to brush her hair.

"Be good for daddy and let me brush your hair." Harry tells his daughter in a gentle manner.

As soon as he passes the brush in her hair, his daughter screams, "Owww, it hurts daddy!"

10 minutes later, Harry has brushed her locks and put her hair into some cute pigtails. With his 2 year old crying in the process. He's pretty good at doing hair because he used to have longer hair himself. Then he picks her up off the counter and places her on the ground, walking her to his bedroom.

"Can you lay in my bed while I get ready? I'll put on your favorite show." he questions calmly.

"Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig!" is daughter chants.

"Alright, alright." He picks up his baby girl and sets her in the middle of his bed. Then he grabs the remote to turn his wall mounted tv on. He scrolls on Netflix and finds Peppa Pig to keep her occupied. Then goes to his bathroom to get dressed and ready to head to the studio.

When he exits his bathroom fully dressed and ready to leave, he finds a sleeping toddler on his bed, snuggled into his pillow. Her perfectly outlined lips slightly parted. Harry can't help but smile. He loves his baby girl with his entirety and seeing her peaceful like this makes him so happy. He turns the tv off and carefully picks her up into his arms and heads down the stairs to his car in the garage. But not before stopping by her room to pick up her mini backpack that holds extra pullups and a sippy cup full of juice, with some of her toys as well. Her tiny face is stuffed into her daddy's neck and Harry can feel light puffs of air hitting his skin. He puts his daughter in her car seat and buckles her up properly. Then gets in himself to drive to the studio.

About 5 minutes away from the studio, Darcy wakes up from her late morning nap and whines out, "Me wanna go home and play with you!"

"I'm sorry but I have to work for a little bit. I'll play with you when we get home later. How does that sound Hmm?" She was not satisfied with her fathers answer and starts wailing. Hot salty tears run down her little cheeks and she makes exaggerated sounds to emphasize her crying. She kicks at the seat in front of her and balls her fist up as if she's going to hit something but unfortunately to her, she can't reach a single thing due to her seat belt. Once again, Harry just ignores her cries of anger and turns the radio on loud to block it out.

By the time they arrive at the studio, Harry's daughter has calmed down. She's still upset but at least she isn't crying and that's progress in Harry's eyes. He parks his car in a secluded area to hide from potential paparazzi and unbuckles her. Then shields her face form potential cameras and make their way into the music studio. Harry has to record some audio for his newest album so that's why he needed to come in today. They enter the studio where the rest of his solo band is. He prefers to record the instruments live instead of manufactured drums and guitars.

At some point when he was getting ready in his home bathroom, Harry had called his assistant and told her he needed to bring his daughter in to the studio with him so she could watch her while he's busy. She agreed but being Harry Styles assistant, it wasn't really an option. Not that Harry would force her but she's an assistant for a reason. To do jobs Harry assigns her. In this case babysit his toddler while he records a song. He doesn't have anyone else today and unfortunately can't leave her at home with a mummy like many other fathers can. He's just happy his job allows his daughter to be somewhat a part of it. Not in the spotlight because he keeps his daughters identity a secret from the public for her protection, but as far as her going to the studio with him or when she gets older, she can come on tour with him.

Harry's assistant takes his toddler and her mini backpack full of her essentials. They hang out in the open area, out of the way from his band and he himself so he can get what he needs to get done so they can wrap everything up for the album. Harry's daughter actually loves his assistant. They have grown quite close over the 2 years of her life. But because she's going through her terrible twos, the toddler didn't want to behave for anyone today.

About an hour into Harry's work, he's interrupted with a frantic assistant that has a screaming toddler in her arms. "I'm sorry Harry but she's been crying for about 30 minutes and I've done everything I know to do to get her to calm down." Harry isn't upset his assistant came to him for help with his baby. That's not the type of guy he is.

Harry takes off his headphones and walks over to them. He picks his little girl up into his tattooed arms and questions, "Love, why are you upset for? If you keep crying, you'll end up with a tummy ache."

She just hugs around her fathers neck with her little arms and says, "Want you daddy." Those words almost breaks his heart. Harry doesn't know where this sudden want for him has came from.

"You can have me all you want when I'm finished working, alright. I'll be done shortly." He struggles to pass her back over to his assistant, but finally manages. "Maybe she's hungry. I'll give you a few pounds to take her through drive thru at McDonalds. Would you like McDonalds d/n?" She just nods her pigtailed head. He would suggest for them to go inside, but the public knows what his assistant looks like so they'd know that was his daughter. The daughter that has her identity secret for now. His assistant takes the toddler to the McDonalds drive thru and orders her some chicken nuggets. Even through Harrys pescatarian, he still allows his daughter to eat meats. Then Harry goes back to work in the studio.

Around 2 in the afternoon, Harry and the two year old make it back home. The rest of the evening was a little hectic with a few tantrums here and there. Harry cooked them a nice meal for dinner at about 6 and played dolls with her in the short period of time she wasn't upset. Then comes the dreaded bedtime.

Harry changes her into some pjs and helps her brush her teeth. Then when he went to put her in bed, she started crying for the 100th time today. "Me sleep with you daddy." she cries out. There's a part of him that wants to say yes and cave in, but the parent part of him is saying no. She needs to learn to be a big girl. Harry really doesn't understand why she wants to sleep with him all the sudden. She normally has no problem sleeping by herself.

"No baby. You need to be a big girl and sleep in your bed sweetheart. I'm right next door if you need me though okay." His daughter clings to his body and cries fat tears. Harry decides to stay in her room until she falls asleep. So that's what he does. When she subsumes to sleep, he lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers up over her frail body. Then exits her room quietly.

Harry changes into some comfier clothes himself and goes down stairs to get himself a glass of wine. Then he sits on the sofa and turns a series on to watch before bed. Times like now is when he wishes he had a wife. He'd even take a girlfriend. Just someone to hold him late at night and cuddle with him. Even have some type of intimacy. Ever since he found out about his daughter, Harrys game of sleeping around stopped. He didn't want to keep sleeping with random girls when he was becoming a dad. He was raised better than that. So needless to say he was lonely. In every way possible. Mentally, and physically.

Whilst in the middle of the show he's watching, Harry is brought back to reality when he hears a blood-curdling scream from up the stairs. He rushes to set his wine down on the coffee table and runs to his daughters room. When he walks in there, his heart sinks. The toddler is crying so hard she's gasping for air. It's a different cry that he's seen through-out the day. Unlike her terrible twos tantrums, this cry sounds like she's scared. Harry runs to her and picks her up. "Hey what's wrong my love? Tell daddy what's wrong." he asks of his child, soothing her to his chest.

As her tears slow down in the comfort of her daddy's arms, she mumbles, "You left me." Once again Harrys confused because she never acts like this.

Harry walks out her bedroom and goes to sit with her on the sofa downstairs. Then he turns her around on his lap to look at her face more clearly. "Baby, you need to tell daddy why you got scared or why you want me all the sudden."

The little 2 year old takes a deep breath and speaks in her little accent, "On Peppa Pig, they...they said kids like me are supposed to have a mummy AND a daddy. They said daddies can't love their babies like mummy's can. Me was scared you don't love me anymore." Her voice cracked saying the last bit with fresh tears running down her face and Harry has glossy eyes looking down at his distressed but beautiful mini twin. That's right. They look almost exactly alike. He thanks God every day for that because he doesn't want to look at his daughter and be reminded of a one-night stand that's a piece of shit of a mother.

"Look at me d/n. I love you so so so much. I will NEVER stop loving you." at this point he has to take a deep breath so compose his emotions, "And not all kids have mummies. There are a lot of kids who just have a daddy or some just have a mummy. But it doesn't mean I love you any less. Okay?! Don't listen to what they said in Peppa Pig. They were wrong." Finishing his speech, Harry pulls her tiny body forward and hugs her to his warm chest. He has silent tears running down his face. Both hands spread over her boney back. He thinks tonight is appropriate enough to allow her to sleep with him. She needs comfort. "Would you still like to sleep with me?" he asks in a whisper.

"Pleaseee." she responds while crying. Harry stands form the couch, turning the television off and abandoning his barley touched wine glass, and goes to his bedroom. The turns the overhead light off and walks over to the bed. Peeling the covers back, Harry and his daughter, whose on his chest, slide under the warm blankets together. Now she has just about stopped crying. Just little whimpers leaving her body, along with a few hiccups. Harry reaches over to turn the lamp off, leaving the room completely dark. He shushes his baby until her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep with her face burred in his neck and arms around his neck. Her short legs lay limp over his stomach.

Harry has a difficult time falling asleep that night. He feels sorry for his baby girl because he worries that movies and shows with two parents will make her sad and left out because she doesn't have a mummy. He just prays she will see all she'll ever need is her daddy to protect her and love her for the rest of eternity.

MASTERLIST & My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST

#fluff #harrystyles #harrystylesoneshot #dad!harry #dad harry #dadharry #dadharrystyles #harry #styles #singleparent #harrystylessingleparent #comfort #terribletwos #ddm #daddydaughtermoments

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coffeecakefanfics · 3 years

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A moments glance | B.B x Fem!Reader

Requests are open!!!!!

Summary: Bucky misses the feeling of human connection, both emotional and physical, so does Y/N. After a particularly brutal mission the two can deny their want any longer

Warnings: Language, angst? SMUT! (probably badly written but oh well) This fic is a lot longer than I wanted but it’s worth it I promise.

Missions are normally pretty easy. Luckily it was the dream team that got stuck on this mission together. Sam, Bucky, and Y/n stood around a base layout, making a plan as to how to get this mission to sail smoothly. It was a simple job, repo a plane that had been stolen and return it to the owners, aka the fucking US Military.

“So Y/n has pilot knowledge so if we can get through the fence and to it she can fly it back here to base, easy,” Sam explained the plan to the soldiers.

“Sam and Bucky will go with me as my second hands and eyes, be my body guards,” Y/n nodded and looked up. “This is an easy job so it shouldn’t take long, maybe a couple hours, but stay on standby in case force is needed,” the woman stood straight and tapped her fingers on the table. The crew split into the groups, taking their places. Sam sat in the drivers seat of the car while Y/n sat in the front and Bucky was stuck in the back.

“We’re here, everyone ready?” Sam asked and threw the car in park.

“Are we ever ready?” Bucky snarked and stepped out. The three were greeted by a fence with barbed wire across the top.

“Can we break it down?” Bucky looked between the two.

“That my dear would be destruction of property, a charge none of us can afford right now,” She huffed and opened the backseat, pulling the floor mat out.

“What the hell are you doing with that?” Sam looked at the girl as if she was crazy.

“Throwing the mat over the wire?” she furrowed her brow and tossed the mat over the fence and scaled it.

“Coming? or am I leaving you two dummies for the birds?” she smirked.

“Ha ha very funny,” Sam snarked back.

“This guy,” she smiled playfully at Bucky, who in return smiled back, a small one, but a smile.

“There she is, look at this beauty,” Y/n motioned to the plane. The three climbed in, starting the engine.

“Bucky once we’re in the air I want you to contact the air force and tell them their plane is on it’s way,” she spoke calmly as she started down the runway. She was setting up controls when Bucky’s voice broke their silence.

“Uh guys? I think we got company,” a black SUV sped down the runway, stopping before two guys stepped out wielding guns.

“Pull up!” Sam yelled the girl.

“I’m trying,” she yelled back, the plane getting closer before finally taking off. The firing followed them up into the air.

“Looks like we’re clear,” Y/n took a breath.

“There’s probably a reason they didn’t want us taking the plane,” Bucky commented.

“If I had to guess, drugs, I mean the air force tests flights so much that nobody bats an eye, especially at fort carson,” the woman nodded. “Sam can you check all of the compartments?” she looked back at him.

“Yeah, of course,” he tipped his head and began opening the compartments lining the walls, bags of cocaine spilled out of an overhead bin.

“Oh shit, that’s thousands of dollars worth of hard drugs right there,” she peered back at the mess.

“yeah no shit, what do we do?”

“Get on the comms and alert them of what’s happening”

“on it”

The blaring sound took over their voices.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked

“We’re losing altitude, buckle in for a crash landing”

“I’m sorry what?!”

“Do it!” she barked “Sam jump and get to the base, let them know what happened, go now!” she was barking orders at them.

“I’ll hurry back” Sam called and jumped, catching wind just in time.

“So what are we just going to die?”

“No, not if I can help it. But we are going to have to drop into the mountains, so hold on to something,” she gave him a sympathetic look. The plane crashed down into the mountain, losing the wings in the process. The two climbed out, seemingly unharmed.

“So what are we just going to sit here and wait?” Bucky looked at the girl.

“I’m afraid so, we can’t risk moving, they won’t find us,” she huffed and slumped against an aspen tree.

“Great,” Bucky huffed and sat across from her, against a fallen pine log. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, the ringing in their ears taking over.

“Have you ever been this far west?” Y/n asked. Bucky peeked up at her. Sighing he tossed a rock to his left.

“No, at least, not that I can recall,” he looked back at the dirt.

“It’s pretty, Pikes peak is worth the view, if you ever get to go,” she cleared her throat, awkwardness settling in.

“You been?”

“Yeah, I uh, I grew up here, in springs, that’s why I knew about the fort carson stuff. They always test fly and they take kids for rides sometimes. also teach kids how to pilot when they reach a certain age,” she trailed off.

“Military brat?”

“Yeah”

“I never knew that,” he looked at her, really looked at her. He noticed how she sat with her knees up, but her shoulders slumped. Her she chewed on the inside of her lip.

“I never really told anyone,” she shrugged,”You know we have worked on the same team for I don’t know how many years and yet I feel like I hardly know you,” she remarked. Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I don’t really open up to people, it’s not something I do,” it was his turn to chew on his lip.

“I get it, you up walls, try and protect yourself. . .”she trailed off, a soft rustling in the brush caught her attention. She held her finger to her lips and slowly stood, Bucky following her move. The two crouched and ducked behind some bush.

“They couldn’t have gotten far, move,” a mans voice barked. Y/n looked at Bucky with wide eyes. Bucky scanned the are before nodding to a path, they crept their way over, carful not to make too much noise. One they had gotten far enough away they stood straight and starting sprinting.

“The guys that hijacked the plane?” She asked.

“That’s my guess,” he shrugged.

“Bucky I need to stop,” she panted, trying to catch her breath.

“We’re probably far enough away,” he slowed to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” she took a ragged breath

“It’s fine, not all of us are, what do you like to say? built different,” he cracked a smile. Y/n smiled back at him before they broke off into laughter.

“You remembered that dumb saying?”

“I try to remember them all, I’m trying to make my place in this world, and if that means learning the lingo then I guess I have to”

“Must be hard,” she stood next to him, “trying to get used to this”

“you have no ide-” a gunshot and a scream of pain cut him off. His eyes shot in the direction of the shot before landing on the girl, crumpled on the forest floor.

“Shit” he scooped her up and started sprinting west.

“Shit shit shit, hey doll, if you can hear me keep your eyes open you hear,” he peeked down at her. She was clutching her stomach.

“Tell me something, tell me about, tell me about your house of a kid,” he scrambled to find anything to talk about.

“yellow,” she breathed,” it was yellow” He caught sight of a cave and ducked into it.

“keep going”

“It had, two floors and an attic, the uh, the upstairs had a balcony,” she took deep breaths. Bucky pulled out a knife and cut the bottom of his shirt, putting pressure on his wound.

“Bucky?” she looked at him as close as she could

“yeah?”

“What was your favorite part about the forties?”

He laughed. “The stupid dive bars, going dancing,” he thought for a second.

“Were you any good?” Y/n teased.

“Oh please, look at me, I was the best,” he said, jokingly cocky. The silence took over. The only sound was a ragged breath every now and then. Y/n Held her phone up.

“Nothing,” she felt tears well up in her eyes.

“Bucky?” She got his attention.

“yeah Y/n? what’s up?”

“If i’m going to die today, can I at least get to know you before I go?” she asked

“Listen to me, and you listen to me good, you ain’t dying today got it?” he spoke sharply, but with concern laced and weaved in his voice.

“In my jacket is a pack of matched, I saw some twigs and pinecones at the opening of the cave, grab them, make a fire, please, i’m freezing,” she pleaded. Bucky didn’t say anything as he obliged. The small fire illuminated the walls, but was small enough that they wouldn’t be spotted. Bucky sat across from Y/n, he watched as she scanned the walls.

“Mica,” she spoke plainly.

“Yeah, ton of the shit too,” he kind of huffed, looking around.

“They used to make windows out of it, for cars and shit, also dry wall, but most importantly it used for stuff like spark plugs,and electronic components like compasses during world war 2 ” she stated, half heartedly. Bucky looked at the girl shocked.

“Yeah, thats- how’d you know that?”

“Grandpa fought in the war, told me all kinds of stories before he passed, also taught me about minerals and stuff before he passed too, he and dad used to take me camping, they’d teach me how to hunt, farm, fish, find and purify water, which berries and shrooms are good to eat, case I ever got lost,” she laughed and winced at the pain. “I miss them,” she sighed.

“Those are good skills to have,” Bucky smiled at her. He went silent. It had been a few hours, no sign of anyone. He looked at Y/n, she didn’t look great, she was pale, she was growing tired. He didn’t want her to be miserable, or to die not knowing him.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, I was born March 10th 1917, I have a younger sister named Rebecca, we called her Becca,” He spoke up. Y/n looked at him with a smile and nodded him on to continue, “I’ve always wanted a cat, and if I could have kids i’d want a daughter, I’d name her Scarlett,” he stammers on. The young woman listens attentively. Her breathing became slower, more strained.

“no no no, don’t fucking die on me,” he jumped over to her, clutching her wound. “Please, I barley know you, I want to know more,” he pleaded. She smiled at him and held her blood soaked hand to his cheek.

“thank you,” she husked before her eyes rolled back.

“No!” he yelled.

“Bucky?!” Sam, it was Sam, and the air force. Bucky was pulled away as they loaded Y/n onto the chopper and raced her back to base. Hot tears slipped down his face as the world seemed to slow down. His connection, the one person he started to open up to was ripped from his arms, just as the walls came tumbling down.

He sat pacing the hospital room, her body laid limp in the bed, unmoving, just as it had for the past two days. The nurses tried to get him to go home, but after the third shift change and his protests to stay after visiting hours they gave up. He stared out the window, looking to the mountains, they were still capped with snow. He remembers her saying she was freezing, he recognizes that feeling now. Cold, unmoving, dead.

“Hey champ,” a hoarse voice spoke in the room. He spun on his heels, Her eyes were opened, still droopy from the pain killer, but opened.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he yanked a chair beside her and clutched her hand.

“I should’ve believed you,” she cracked a smile, Bucky felt his eyes well. Why? He still barely knew her.

“My name is Y/n L/n I was born (your birthday), I have no siblings, I have always wanted a dog and if I had a kid i’d want a little boy named Matthew,” she squeezed his hand slightly.

“Good morning,” another womans voice broke the room with a knock. “I’m your nurse for this morning, my name is Sarah Good, yes like the book the crucible and i’ll take care of you till 7 tonight,” she smiled at the two brightly. “Todays agenda, always will be on the board, we want to get you to be able to be in a sitting position, and we want to start PT, or physicsl therapy if we can, We’re going to try and get you a real lunch today, and if we’re lucky you can get off those iv’s by tomorrow”

The last week was rough, But Bucky sat beside her through it all, they talked about life, about death, the world, every little thing they could think of. When she was released it was Bucky who escorted her back across the country to home. Sam met them at her apartment for diner and a toast to a job not so smooth for the dream team, now stronger that all three had a bond. Sam had left about an hour ago, Bucky insisted on staying to help clean up.

“Bucky, really this is too much to ask, it’s fine,”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s the least I can do”

“It’s late, do you want to stay? I mean I can take the couch and you can take my bed it-”

“I’m not taking your bed doll, I’ll take the couch if you really want me to stay but it’s not a problem for me to go home,” he smiled at her and set the last plate in the dish washer.

“I kind of got used to you staying around,” she blushed. “We can watch a movie?” she offered.

“Sounds great”

They weren’t paying attention to the movie, well at least they pretended to, Each watched the other out of the corner of their eyes. It was Y/n who made the first move, leaning her head on his shoulder, Bucky tucked his arm around the woman, inching her closer. She felt her face get hot, she peered up at him to find him looking back, they ripped their eyes apart and both went flush.

“Bucky-

Y/n I-” they spoke at the same time, letting out a laugh.

“Go first,” he insisted.

“No, it’s fine,” she stammered.

“Y/n I- I really like you, I’m glad I let down my walls for you,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. She felt her breath hitch.

“I was going to say the same thing,” she spoke, barely above a whisper. It hadn’t occurred to the couple just how close they were to each other. Y/n felt Bucky’s breath dance across her face.

“Can I. . . can I kiss you?” he breathed out. She sim-ply nodded and met his lips, soft and delicate at first before he set his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in. Her lips were intoxicating, he could get drunk on her. She let a moan slip as he pulled her into his lap gently. He felt his eyes roll at the sound. She ground into his lap, letting the feeling of his growing bulge tease her. She laced her fingers in his short hair, gently tugging where she could, causing a groan and for him to buck his hip to meet hers. Y/n pulled back panting, trying to catch her breath before moving her lips to meet his neck.

“Y/n doll, I uh- it’s been a while,” he panted and fought the moans that threatened to leave his throat.

“It’s okay, let me take care of you?” she caught his eyes. Her face was pure, innocent, but her words were laced with lust. He nodded and let his hands grip her hips. She tugged his shirt off of his body, decorating his chest with kisses, working and inching her way to his hips. She looked up at him, he was a mess, head laid back, breathing ragged. She carefully undid his pants and slid them down his legs. catching the skin above his hip bones she left a small purple mark on either side, claiming him as hers. He had looked down at her now, catching her eyes. She licked her lips before taking him into her mouth, The moan he let rip from vocal cords was ungodly.

“Fuck, doll I -” he let his eyes meet hers, still laced with innocence, before groaning and throwing his head back. He let his air out in puffs as she worked him over. Her touch was delicate and sweet, he forgot how nice it felt, to be taken care of, to be treated with kindness. She let her fingers slip to cup his balls, gently playing with them as she let her pretty mouth suck his cock. The sight was straight out of a wet dream,

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he pleaded, grabbing her hair with his flesh hand, clutching the couch with the metal one. The small breaths he let out only encouraged him further, she picked up her pace, daring him to cum down her throat. A string of fucks and his hips tensing, and slowly relaxing followed soon after. She caught his eyes, swallowing what he gave her and grinning at him.

“Holy-”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Let me return the favor baby,” he pulled her back into his lap.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reade

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Horse info 101

A horse girl’s guide to the basics for fic writing with an important and lively horse involved:

This got kinda long I’m kinda sorry but not at all lol

There's three basic gaits (speeds with different patterns of hoof-fall/leg movements

Walking is the slowest and is a four beat gait, meaning each foot hits the ground at a different time. Usually the same pace as a walking human when the horse is calm. Some breeds can walk HELLA fast though. Most horses will fill the same spot/hole where their front hoof was with their back hoof on the same side. If they overstep they clip their fetlock (joint lookin bit above the hoof) or pastern (bit between the hoof and fetlock) and can injure themselves.

Now trotting. The middle gait, a person can jog next to a trot at a comfortable pace but if you push them a little horses can trot faster than your average HS track endurance athlete. Once again some breeds can trot HELLA fast. This is a two beat gait in that two diagonally opposite legs are moving in unison. In some english saddles (I’ll get into that later if we have class time) it’s easier to post while the horse is trotting rather than sit for the gait. That just means you stand up in the irons (stirrups on an english saddle, we’ll also cover that later) at the same time that one of the front legs moves forward.

Also, see how the trotting horse’s head looks? That’s how they travel when they’re relaxed and attentive. The tucked head thing you see Roach doing is because there’s tension on the reigns and Henry learned to ride for an english seat not a western pleasure seat (might get into those but they’re really not important)

Time for the Canter/Lope. This is a three beat gait so that means two legs are moving in unison and the other two are not. Horses canter/lope fast. This is the go-time gait. Some performance/dressage horses are trained to canter extremely slow but if we’re talking transportation trained horses they’re not gonna be that kind of slow. Your average human is not gonna be able to keep up with this for long if at all. This varies in speed too. There's a rather casual canter seen in the gif directly below, then below that is the balls to the wall canter/lope that most horse people just refer to as a run. That’s as fast as they can go.

Basic tack names

Halter + Lead/Lead Rope - these can be made of rope, leather, nylon (more modern) but the halter is generally used for leading and tying.

Bridle - this is the one that you use while you ride, it holds the bit in their mouth. There’s millions of different types of bridles but they’re usually made out of leather even now. sometimes you get rope/nylon ones but I don’t trust them.

Reins - connect to the bit and you use them to steer and control speed. Horses trained in western or one handed riding will ‘neck rein’ which means if you move your hand to the right and the left rein brushes their neck they will move to the right.

Bit - the metal piece in the horses mouth. most english riding bits are broken (joint in the middle) and most western ones are solid. there’s a gap behind the horse’s front teeth and that’s where the metal sits. Some horses have smaller mouths than others and do better with solid bits because the ‘broken’ ones will hit the top of their mouth and hurt. There’s also things called ‘shanks’ on some bits which are just longer pieces of metal that attach to the sides of the pieces in their mouth and point downward. This gives the rider more leverage and makes any tug on the reins stronger. (google “Horse bit shank” if this doesn’t make sense)

Saddle - you sit in it. simple right? wrong. There’s two main types of saddles, Western - with the horn like you see in the running gif, and English- the loping gif without the horn. The saddles used in the Witcher look like the pre-english saddle versions but the basic parts you need to know are the same. The part where you ass goes? that’s the seat. the part right in front of your crotch? That’s the pomel. that’s your ‘oh shit handle’ if anything goes screwy (other than the mane). The part that sticks up and keeps your ass in place? That’s the cantle. I like western saddles SO MUCH MORE but i also grew up mainly riding western so im biased.

Stirrups/Irons - stirrups and irons are where your feet go. In western saddles they’re called stirrups and they’ve got wider decorative leather flaps (called fenders, also originally added to protect trousers/legs from the horse sweat and the buckles of the cinch) and on english saddles they’re called irons because they are usually made of iron and rather slim. Geralt’s irons look pretty similar to modern ones, slim leather straps, minimal iron (or steel or any other strong metal really). Traditional english riders have knee high boots like you see in regency costumes which removes the need for the fenders like on western saddles.

Cinch/girth - this is what keeps the saddles on. You take a strap and attach it to one side of the saddle, run it under the belly right behind their front legs and attach it to the other side. Its usually made of a strong fabric with wool or some kind of softer lining for western riding. English riding uses a leather one most of the time though this horse girl hates them because they’re harder to cinch up. English saddles use buckles while Western saddles use another leather strap to run through the chinch/girth buckle and you either tie it off or use it like a belt.

Chest strap - this keeps the saddle from sliding backwards. It’s attached to both sides of the saddle by buckles and between the front legs its attached to the cinch/girth. this is pretty universal but not always used. Geralt uses one though.

Saddle pad - goes under the saddle to protect the baby’s back and whithers (spot where the neck meets the back and the mane ends)

Tacking up and untacking takes time. This is usually 5-10 minutes when done at a leisure pace and done right.

Basic grooming

Brush down before tacking up - you don’t want stuff chaffing the pony while you ride

brush after untacking- helps clear skin of irritants and feels nice

Shedding scraper/curry comb to get rid of shedding hair - if you want a pic of these just google them I think I’m close to the pic limit for my post.

HOOF PICK - keep the baby's feet clean and clear if rocks so they don't bruise but also so nothing get infected

Yes, plz brush their mane it gets MATTED - a hairbrush works but a wide tooth comb is best

Horses roll to itch their backs and clean off, sounds counterintuitive with the dirt but it works

Shaving a little spot for the bridle to sit is pretty modern but it's easier for everyone involved

Horse Colors- guys roach is not brown she’s a chestnut color

The only thing I have to add to this is that the “Leopard” one is called “appaloosa” in the US at least, and “Pinto” is also reffered to as “Paint” and there’s all sorts of different patterns that you can see. also i want a buckskin so bad. yes i was obsessed with Spirit as a child why do you ask?

Travel care of your babies

Horses CAN and have subsisted off roadside grasses and grazing at night BUT it's good for them to get a lil something extra ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping them in a stall at night where they can’t graze.

Hay and grains like cracked wheat, oats, barley and the like are commonly found in horse feed. Also a lil drizzle of molasses is chock full of calories and all my horses LOVE the taste.

also while we’re talking food: some horses cant keep all the juice/bits in their mouth when they eat apples (we fondly call it making applesauce) or other treats/veg. Yes it gets all over your hand, yeah its kinda gross, but there’s worse things.

Shoes. Babe's need horse shoes. Especially if they're walking over rocks and roads.

Throwing a shoe (when it comes off on accident) is painful sometimes and if left un-dealt with can affect their joints and spine. Imagine walking around in one heeled shoe and one athletic shoe all day. Ow.

On that note though, on lighter travel seasons it's nice to give their hooves a break from shoes (also cheaper)

Horse moods:

horse mood ear chart here: I cant add much tbh

If a horse is comfortable/happy/relaxed they will ‘chew’ on nothing. Just kina a little lip smack type deal. My horse’s bottom lip would hang a couple centimeters below his top one when he was relaxed and I would put my chapstick in it while I fussed with other things.

When a horse is uncomfrotable/scared/tense their lips get sealed tight. I call it ‘fish butt lips’ bc they’re watertight and NOTHING is getting in there.

Stamping hooves can be a few things. Antsy and ready to roll, nervous, deadass scared, or playful/excited.

A full whinny is communication - saying hi, warning, scared, etc.

the really soft whinny is called a nicker and its my favorite sound okay? that’s little soft communication and its usually reserved for times when they’re comfortable.

When they’re really relaxed they’ll cock one of their back legs kinda how we shift our weight to one hip.

general fun facts:

Some horses fake limp when they don’t want to work bc they are lazy and smart and realize their person will get off and check them out and maybe even give them a rest.

You do a preliminary leg injury test by running your hands slowly over their legs and checking for hot spots - inflammation caused by injury is warm

Basic horse saftey is never stand directly in front of the horse if theres a possibility of spooking, if you’re gonna walk behind them walk out of reach of their hooves or right up against that ass. If they cant get a good wind up it wont do as much damage (on that note though I rode/trained horses for 18 years and was only kicked once by a foal).

It’s kinda common sense not to walk/sidestep between your horses legs and under their belly but we do it all the time bc its a trust thing? adrenaline? its fun?

laying on your horse’s back sans saddle, and facing their butt is so nice okay, that ass is soft and cushy and perfect for a nap. I miss laying on my horses while they ate like this every damn day.

Horses can sense your moods. Not unlike the whole ‘witchers smelling you’ thing. They can feel a difference in the tension on the reins and in your posture when you’re tense or relaxed.

Some horses will take care of their riders, some are absolute shits and push the limits for funsies. Some horses will only behave for people they’re used to too. Some horses have trauma from being mistreated and will have triggers kinda like people do. We had a horse who would freak the fuck out if anyone walked around with a red had but as soon as you took it off she was the most level headed horse we had.

A good portion of horses (Who aren’t scared of children) will behave better with kiddos or novice riders because they feel they’re nervous.

If they hurt while they’re moving they usually limp but sometimes they’ll buck. It’s their defense mechanism.

Horses can’t sleep for too long laying down because their body weight will collapse their lungs. Most horses sleep standing up.

They can sit like a dog and it’s hella cute.

Stung by bees? Most horses will take off at a dead sprint bucking and hopping unless you’ve done a lot of trust work/training with them

They also run and jump and buck and rear to play.

If theres two horses in a pasture together one will chew at the other’s whithers (or anywhere else) to ask them to scratch them the same way. its very cute and they sometimes try this with people.

horses hug. I cry.

the whole deal with the rider/horse relationship is it’s a mutual trust you’re building. They let you sit on their back and do weird shit and you trust them not to throw you.

Thank you for coming to class today! If there’s any questions feel free to message me! I’m not kidding I wanna answer your questions and I miss my horses so this is fun for me.

@elliestormfound here it is boo! lol

#the witcher #fan fic #writing tools #horse girl geralt #horse girl solidarity #this got out of hand but what can i say

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penvisions · 16 days

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sneakie peek {buckles and barley}

Pairing: Rancher! Jack Daniels x Ranch hand! Reader

A/N: this is a teaser for the series, i'm beginning to outline it and wanted to share a little bit with you since i'm not sure when posting will begin

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Bright sunshine reflected off the frame around rearview mirror, making you squint your eyes to see through the amber of your sunglasses as it hit you square in the eye. The blue expanse of the sky littered with wispy clouds blurred.

The rumbling of the engine underneath the hood was a comfort that had soothed you since childhood. Such a simple thing, to be in a vehicle that was hurtled down asphalt, eating it up foot by foot, yard by yard, mile by mile. Taking you to someplace new, transporting you into a liminal space where you didn’t have to think about anything but the road stretched out in front of you.

You glance at the directions you had printed out and laid over the passenger seat, too anxious to have typed it into your phone or into the device installed on your dash. The matte screen of it was blank, the power wire bouncing with the turbulence of the moving vehicle. It looked like there was two more curves on your path to the destination and you began to turn the wheel ever so slightly to take the one coming up. The crunch of errant pebbles underneath the tires wiping the anxiety away as the hills all around you flattened out to open plains.

Lush, tall grass as far as you could see, wooden fences winding through patches of the land. Splotches of dark color corralled within the spaces. You wondered what they could be, thoughts lost until a long, high-pitched whistle broke the peace within the cab as it snuck inside your cracked windows. You turned your head along with the closest herd of animals.

You don’t know how you initially missed the shape of the tall man atop a horse as it galloped over the land. The steady beat of hooves on the ground mirroring the ones of your heart as your eyes took in the figure. From the top of his wide brimmed cowboy hat to the spurs on his boots. He was in a complete partnership with the horse he was perched on, both of them working seamlessly together to circle around a body of what you could assume was cattle as the shine of horns glinted in the sun.

A lasso whipping up into the air had you subconsciously slowing down, your right foot lifting off of the accelerator pedal. Directing the vehicle out of the middle of the road, stopping to a crawl along the right side. Distantly following the pair as they successfully landed a hold on biggest one of the herd and began to guide them away from where they had been roaming.

Stopping at the line of wooden fence that must’ve outlined a part of his property, the man dismounted and effortlessly unhinged a portion of it and swung it open. With smooth movements and controlled balance, the man was back in the saddle. Another sharp whistle had the herd of cattle moving through the open fence.

Breath catching in your throat as the man turned to face you across the plain, his left hand secure around the horse’s reigns while his right lifted up to tilt his hat in a greeting. You could see from your spot on the road, the vehicle barely moving along now that your foot was easing down on the brake, that he was grinning.

Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized not only had you been outright starting as the stranger went about his day, but that your vehicle had nearly halted as you did so. The sound of your engine still running giving you away. You raised your hand up in response, palm open and fingers trembling slightly.

With a click of his tongue to guide the horse after the herd, he turned around in the saddle, lasso circling in the air above him in a hypnotizing manner. Snapping his wrist, the rope flew out to wrap around the top of the open partition and it clanged shut with a tug. Turning back around to face forward, the horse sped off and disappeared over the other side of a rolling hill.

taglist: @morallyinept @readingiskeepingmegoing @cumberpegg @hiddenbabynyc

@persephone-girl @agiroflee98 @sawymredfox @fuckyeahdindjarin

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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umm hello?? your fics are so good !! could you do top jj x fem? thank u & take your time :))

hello my love, thank you so much!!

of course i went to twitter for a bit of inpso and reference lolz butttt we all know jj would be a soft mommy dom and i am here to further prove my point - it makes me think of the scene from season 1 which i kind of quote. also for the sake of this fic we are ditching mr.subtitles, hope you enjoy!

warnings; smut, fingering, use of the name mommy, praise, light choking

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after a successful case the team had decided it was time for a night out. everyone, including spencer, was ready for a drink and a few hours of unwinding. you all pulled up to the place around the corner from headquarters and sat yourselves down in a booth.

the only presence you cared about was that of the the blonde next to you. ever since you joined there was a sort of tension between you two. the girls had invited you to a night of drinking at penelope’s where you found out about her divorce a few months before you started working with them.

you felt a little bad about the crush you harbored for her but once emily brought up jj getting back into the dating scene to which she agreed she was ready, suddenly you wanted all her attention. so you did your best to subtly flirt with her (mostly staring at her across the room. which everyone had called you out on).

now she wasn’t stupid. far from it. she was an amazing profiler but it took less skills than that to notice the way you bit your lip whenever she was giving input on a case. or when she would put her hand on your lower back as she walked passed you, loving the little whine you tried to hide.

so that led you to where you were at the moment. being a few drinks in her hand slipped down onto your thigh. you looked at her and noticed the ends of her pink lips quirk up into a smile she hid behind her glass.

as the night continued everyone was getting more and more rowdy. you decided to slow down on the drinks, since you didn’t drive you wanted to make sure you got home instead of waking up with a stranger unknowingly.

jj’s hand stayed planted on your leg. her thumb rubbing small circles as she talked across the table. she would inch higher and watch as your breath caught in your throat then lower it back down. you tried to hold back a cough but ended up spitting out a little of your drink, coughing even more.

“hey y/n you feeling alright?” spencer called from across the able.

jj put her hand on your forehead, “yeah you’re burning up. let me get you home.”

you saw the sparkle in her light blue eyes and nodded hoping you were reading the right signals.

“aw mommy to the rescue,” morgan called with a chuckle.

“mommy?”

you saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she helped you up. she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and placed it on the table to cover for your drinks. wishing everyone a goodnight they bid you farewell and told you to rest and feel better.

the cool night air felt refreshing on your flushed skin, the heat was definitely not from a fever though. you heard the beeps of her car unlocking and slid into the passenger side. once she got in and closed her door she took your face in her hands.

her eyes scanned your face as she let her thumb rub on your bottom lip, “you’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you baby?”

you didn’t trust your voice to respond so you nodded in her grasp, “you want mommy to take care of you?”

you gasped and swallowed forcing yourself to let out the words, “yes please.”

then she let you go as if nothing had happened. she buckled in her seatbelt and started the car wordlessly. you buckled up as well and watched as her hands played with the dials on the radio.

soft music played while you watched her slim fingers tap on the steering wheel imaging what they would feel like if she had let them slide further in between your thighs.

you let your mind run wild, so much that you didn’t realize you were outside of your apartment complex until the car stopped. she shifted the gear to park and turned her body to look at you.

“would you like to come in?” you asked licking your lips.

she smiled again as if nothing had happened, “sure thing y/n/n.”

the tension was palpable as you made your way up the elevator. you swayed back and forth on your heels as you would catch a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye. once the door opened she let you walk out first, leading the way. but she took the opportunity to put her hand on the small of your back, noticing the shiver she sent down your spine.

you fished the keys out of your jacket pocket and tried not to struggle getting it in the lock, not wanting to waste anymore time. you opened the door and set your keys in the little bowl. it was the only thing you were able to do before she had you pinned against your door.

her hands were planted on your hips, caressing you over your pencil skirt and button down top. you let out a deep breath as her lips connected to the soft skin of your neck.

“i wanna make you feel so good tonight baby. will you let me do that?”

“y-yes please,” you let out with a whimper as she bit on your ear.

“yes who?”

“yes mommy.”

“good girl. lets take this to your bedroom, hm. i want you to be comfortable when i fuck you. is that alright princess?”

a small ‘mhm’ was the only thing you could let out before you led her to your bedroom by the hand. you clicked on a light switch which turned on a lamp in the corner, emitting a soft glow. she gently put her hand on your cheek silently asking for permission to go any further. with a gentle nod she pressed her lips to yours.

the butterflies in your tummy were going crazy after finally getting what you wanted. after months of longing. you moaned at the taste of her strawberry chapstick and the way her hands reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt.

she walked over to the end of your bed, only leaving your lips to take a seat. she looked up at you through her long lashes, pulling down the zipper and tugging the skirt down your legs. you stepped out of it and kicked off your heels tossing them to a corner of your room.

her hands reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt you had on. you could feel yourself shivering in anticipation under her gaze. she had barley kissed you and you were sure you had soaked through your panties.

once she pushed the shirt off of your frame she let her hands travel over each inch and curve of your body, letting out hums of approval. she pulled you onto her lap and pressed her lips back to yours. her hands grabbed onto your hips and started to help you grind against her.

jj was the only thing swimming in your brain. her kisses topped with the faint touches and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. your head fell back as she let her lips trail down your neck. your hips never seizing in order to gain the friction you wanted.

you felt her fingers easily pop the clasp of your bra and slide it down your arms. she pulled away and took in the sight of you breathless and almost naked on top of her. the only leaving you bare compared to her fully clothed figure was the tiny cloth between your legs.

“you’re so pretty, honey.”

you whined, “please touch me jennifer. i want you so bad, please.”

she pecked your lips then tapped your thigh for you to stand again. her head nodded for you to lay back on your bed. you climbed over to rest your head against the plush pillows, watching as she started to get rid of her own clothes.

she swiftly pulled off her long sleeve, leaving her in a navy blue bra. next she kicked off her heels and went to unbutton her jeans. your legs rubbed against each other as you caught sight of the matching thong she had on.

she made her way over to you and put her hands on your bent knees, opening them apart so she could slot her herself in place. she reached for the sides of your panties, pulling down the final article of clothing. you felt your cheeks heat up at her gaze on your dripping center. she leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, letting her hand dip into your pussy.

you let out a moan at her nimble fingers collecting your arousal before spreading it over your folds again.

“please mommy, want your fingers,” you said pulling her lips closer to yours.

“aw let me give my needy girl what she wants then,” she said pecking your chin.

she let her middle finger plunge into your cunt, expertly curling it, trying to reach your g-spot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, basking in the pleasure she was giving you.

she watched as your eyes shut closed and your mouth fell open letting out mewls of her name.

“more,” you whimpered out, pleading for her to add another finger.

she happily complied, adding in her ring finger and admiring you body as it writhed searching for release.

“you’re doing so well pretty girl. i know you wanna cum on my fingers. go ahead baby, cum for me,” she said as her unoccupied hand wrapped around your neck.

you let out a load moan from the added pressure. it was light but had you fuzzy on the edge of release. you frantically rocked your lips, meeting her fingers as you rode your high. her thumb started circling your stiff clit and spurred your orgasm.

“jennifer fuck! oh god mommy, im cumming,” you all but screamed out.

“that’s it princess, get loud for me.”

the noises slipping from your lips were most likely going to piss off your neighbors but you could care less. the waves of ecstasy flowing through you clouded your mind. you were only focused on the blonde above you.

her fingers stilled inside you as you slowly came down. she pulled them out and you reached for her hand, taking the digits in your mouth as you kept eye contact licking them clean.

she pulled them away and leaned down to meet you in a heated kiss, moaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. you flipped her over so you were now on top of her. you slid down pressing kisses down her toned stomach.

“let me make you feel good mommy.’

#criminal minds smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #jennifer jareau smut #jennifer jareau x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader

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whatisgoingonpaul · 3 years

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So I’m thinking about Star again, I mumbled about her backstory before and my ideas. Well buckle up here we go again.

I still establish she was a runaway from home and made a life for herself, new name new everything.

I heard someone refer to her as the possible tinkerbell of the story and now it actually kinda makes sense.

Jealousy. I mean the guys barley pay her any attention think about it, whenever we see them all together she always stands separate, no one is preventing her from coming over rhey just seam sort of dismissive. Indifferent that she is there (see the lost boys not really caring all that much over tink she sort of does her own thing and they’ll wave her off if she gets to annoying. She’s the closest to Peter) in this case micheal however I still maintain that Max is the Peter and David is more of a slighty (the Fox one the second in command). Maybe she and David had a thing once upon a time but they just sort of fell out?

She lures-

That seems to be her main thing. She is the one to bring Micheal to the boys after all, she hops on the back of the bike and you can see the pride on David’s face and then the whole googly eyes at micheal. This can be brought back to Tink too, as she was also a guide , showing others to places etc. I like Star being a lure and I explored this a bit in my fic but... think about it. Smokin’ chick out there alone walking the boardwalk at night all done up and pretty eyed imagine the scumbags she’d attract ... more so meals for the boys.

Manipulative?-

She has problems. A lot. I don’t think her problem was living with the boys or how they treated her, she never seamed mistreated, they weren’t horribly rude or hitting her. Just indifferent. I think she needs that attention (again tink) she CRAVES it , that’s why she’s not super against being a lure.. gets her attention that the boys are to busy giving to each other then to pass a glance to her. She’s bored. She could leave any damn time she wants ans she doesn’t, maybe a tie to max? However I think about the line in the comic David says as he’s dying... again... how she will use you to get what she wants and then leave(I never would have left you micheal - gay ass-) she gets something out of it out of being there. When Micheal comes, he doesn’t instantly look away from her... it’s not sucked away into the boys he still looks at her... I think that was to much , to the point she withholds information to a teenager having a panic attack just to get him in bed. Yikes.

Star is interesting to me and I really cannot unsee the tinker bell connection , if you don’t give her enough attention she’ll fucking die and she is petty enough to get everyone killed

Conclusion :

Oh, here she comes

Watch out boy she'll chew you up

Oh, here she comes

She's a man eater

Baby get some therapy getting others killed isn’t what’s gonna help you. (Keep in mind she also wasn’t anti vamp or illuded to that. Just that she could not kill herself...)

#the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #lost boys #tlb #star the lost boys #tinkerbell #Peter Pan

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fiction-fun · 3 years

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Hey guys! This is a story that happens within a time skip during "Saved and Loved" I hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts unfortunately

Fandom: The Simpsons

Pairings: future! Bart/Nelson future! Lisa/Oc

Words: 7230

Warnings: Child abuse, I think that's it

Also I realize that that^ is a common tag with my Simpsons fics.... I have no excuse besides uh canon?

Kaley sat back in her chair as she watched the events going on in the auditorium.

‘Why did I even agree to be here?’ she thought as she stared up at the ceiling.

She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she rolled her head to the side to look at who it was.

“Pay attention sweetie” Her dad’s calming soft voice drifted down to her.

She sat up and looked down at the stage.

“I don’t see why I have to be here.” She muttered softly.

Upfront was Principal Skinner and superintendent Chalmers, who were explaining the teacher exchange that was going to happen. She closed her eyes and let her head drop for a second before sitting back up. She didn’t want the bow-cam to miss anything.

“Hello?” her dad’s voice drifted to her.

Her eyes drifted to the side without moving her head. Her dad stood up and shuffled past her, placing a hand over the receiver of his phone he looked down at her.

“I’ll be right outside it’s your father.” He said softly.

Kaley nodded.

“Tell father I love him.” She said not moving from where she was looking. She sighed as the bingo cage spun and the first teach to leave was the one lady with the constantly sticky fingers.

“Yes! She’s finally gone!” Kaley couldn’t help but whisper to herself.

Kaley sighed and rolled her eyes again, as Principal Skinner drew another ball from the Bingo cage. She leaned further when he said the next teacher was coming to Springfield. Her breath quickened and her hands clenched around the arms of the seat at what came out of Skinners mouth.

“And coming to Springfield elementary! Mr. Jack Lassen!” Skinner said happily.

It was everything she could do to not get up and run from the auditorium, but at the same time she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move. A few minutes later and her dad came back in as Skinner was saying his finishing things. Her dad took one look at her and kneeled beside her.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

Her head slowly drifted from the stage to look at him.

“Lassen.” She said voice so soft he barely heard her over the others in the room starting to stand to leave.

Her dad furrowed his brow and gave her a concerned look.

“What? What happened?” he asked trying to understand.

Kaley took a deep breath and leaned closer to her dad.

“In the teacher exchange!” she said quickly and emphatically, her eyes wide.

Her dad nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down.

“Breath it’s alright.” He said softly.

Kaley shook her head.

“No! Its not! We got Jack Lassen as our teacher, Dad!” she said trying to calm down but the fact that teacher was going to be there.

Her dad’s eyes went wide at that and he stood quickly backing up to let her stand and the two moved from the room and the building heading straight to the car before either said anything.

“We have to let your father know.” Her dad said voice tight and full of tension as he started the car and she buckled up.

Kaley nodded, pulling her phone out.

“I’m calling Bart, Nelson and Millhouse. They need the heads up.” She said voice shaking almost as badly as her hands.

Her dad nodded and focused on the road as she dialed.

“Hey, meet at mine in.” she glanced at her dad who shrugged and showed 10. “10 minutes emergency meeting be nice.” She said her voice still sounding freaked to her own ears.

She hung up quickly and leaned back, staring at the ceiling of the car.

“Whatever happens it’ll be fine.” Her dad said softly and he sounded almost as worried as she was.

Kaley could hear the ‘Even if we have to take you out of school for a while.’ But she was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

“He’s a fourth-grade teacher so the one who’ll have to deal with him is Lisa. But still.” She said softly.

Her eyes closed as she listened to the sound of the car driving over the road. Her mind turning over everything she could that she knew about Lassen. As they pulled into the long driveway she sat up.

“Why don’t you head up to your room and I’ll speak to your father.” Her dad said softly.

Kaley gave a soft sigh and nodded her brain still swarming with what had happened.

“Yeah, the others should be here soon. We’ll talk up in my room.” She said finally after a few seconds.

Waylon turned his head to look at her after he parked, he reached over and placed his hand on hers.

“Kaley, I know this is stressful but everything will be ok.” He said softly.

She nodded and closed her eyes for a second, before shaking it and unbuckling her seat. Kaley paused before opening the door, turning to look at her dad.

“I know it will, and it’s not like he’ll even be my teacher or Bart’s or Nelsons or even Millhouses. But he might be Lisa, so my anxiety, my worry is for her. Which is why I called the boys, they’ll need to know what to expect from Lassen.” She said finally, before opening the door and stepping out her bag on her shoulder as she walked into the house from the garage.

She heard her dad follow her, and heard him turn down the hallway to Monty’s study. Walked into her room and dropped her bag, kicking off her shoes and taking her jacket off she flopped on her bed for a few seconds before standing up and moving over to her hanging chair by the window, she pulled a book to her and tried to read but couldn’t focus for more then a few seconds at a time. She finally gave up on reading and pulled a notebook to her, writing down her spiraling thoughts, in an attempt to calm them. She had written a few pages when there was a knock on her door.

“Yes?” she asked curiously, as she spun in her chair to face the door.

In the door walked her three friends, her dad stood in the doorway with a platter with drinks and snacks.

“Hey guys. Thanks dad!” Kaley said plastering a smile on her face.

Het dad smiled at her and sat the tray down on the low table in her room.

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll be in your father’s office. You four behave.” He said as he turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

Kaley stood and looked around at the three boys gathered in her room. She wasn’t nearly as close to Millhouse as she was to Bart and Nelson having known them from the playground around kindergarten, when her dad used to take her. But he was Bart’s second closest friend and so he was often around whenever she hung out with him. She walked over to the low table and sat down on the floor dropping the notebook in her hands on the table she sighed and waved at the open seats. The boys quickly taking them, Bart and Nelson on either side of her and Millhouse across from her.

“I’ve called this meeting for a very important reason.” Kaley started looking each boy in the eyes.

Nelson leaned back and watched her, Bart didn’t move from his kicked back position and if possible, Millhouse looked more scared then when he had been led in by her dad.

‘He didn’t even meet my father, and he already looked like he wanted to piss himself!’ she thought as her eyes moved from Millhouse back to the notebook.

She let out a sigh as her eyes scanned the pages she had written on.

“Come on out with it!” Nelson said, rolling his eyes a bit, and taking a cup of juice from the plate.

“Yeah, come in Kay! Whatever it is can’t be that bad.” Bart said looking over at her from where he was leaning forward for some snacks.

“Yeah! It can’t be that bad!” Millhouse said, parroting what Bart had said.

Kaley reached forward and took a glass of juice and leaned back with a sigh.

“Oh, it’s bad alright. Not so much for us but for Lisa.” She said softly.

She took a second to collect her thoughts, fingers tapping lightly on the notebook. The boys watched her, Bart more than the others, since it was his sister.

“I had to go to the stupid teacher shuffle thing. Because father wanted to know who was going to be where, and dad had to go so he brought me.” She said tilting her head, knowing the only one to get it would be Nelson since he was the only one who knew about the camera.

After a second, she continued. “It wouldn’t have been bad; in fact, we lost the sticky teacher so…but then…” She trailed off her eyes unfocusing and looking out into the middle distance.

Her face went a bit pale as she thought about Lassen.

“Woah! You’re going super pale.” Bart said a look of concern crossing his face.

Even Nelson looked worried. Millhouse just looked like he was about to pass out.

“Bart and Nelson, you two know I came to Springfield elementary from a private school.” She paused looking at them, Millhouse was barely paying attention but he looked confused. “I had a teacher there, Mr. Jack Lassen. And he was, horrible to say the least.” She said finally.

“What do you mean?” Nelson asked, looking at her.

“He, was very fond of punishment. And I’m not talking detention. He would hit kids, cut them.” She paused for a second trying to focus. “He taped kids to walls, he…put out cigarettes on kids’ arms. And lots of other horrible things.” She finished voice distant.

Nelson and Bart looked a bit green, and Millhouse fully passed out.

“Why are you telling us this?” Bart finally asked voice quiet.

Kaley took a breath, her fingers clenching and relaxing repeatedly on the notebook pages in front of her.

“Because, the teacher we got, who teaches fourth grade…is Mr. Lassen.” She said so softly the two boys’ barley heard her.

That made both boys gasp harshly.

“What can we do?” Nelson asked and she heard the tone his voice had taken.

Bart looked worried, scared even. Kaley knew that was probably what was spurring on Nelson’s reaction. She took a deep breath and tapped the book in front of her.

With that the three of them, that where conscious, got to work. They worked on every detail of everything that might happen. Over the next few days, they worked with Lisa to get her ready for Mr. Lassen. Lisa was obviously frightened, but between Bart, Nelson and Kaley she felt secure enough to go to class with him as the teacher, obviously Millhouse wasn’t much help. Monday rolled around bright and early and Kaley and Nelson met Bart and Lisa at their house and the four of them rode into school together, Millhouse meeting them there.

“We prepare. I’ve written down everything that happened that I can remember, and everything I’ve heard from people who dealt with him after I left. But we need to prepare Lisa and keep her safe. I hate to think about what might happen to her.” Kaley said voice soft and low.

“Bye daddy, I’ll see you after school.” Kaley called as she climbed out of the car.

“Bye sweetheart, use your phone if you need to get in contact with us! Love you.” Her dad called.

Kaley turned back with a smile.

“I will, love you too!” she said with a wave.

What no one but Kaley and Nelson knew was that Nelson had a button cam on him Incase she couldn’t be around and something happened. The five of them walked into school and the day started. Every chance they got, either Kaley or Nelson made sure to be with Lisa, Bart splitting his time between Millhouse who was scared beyond reason and Lisa who was rightly worried. Everything was fine until close to lunch, when one of Bart’s pranks backfired and hit Lassen. Kaley rounded the corner in time to see, and catch it on camera, Lassen buzzing a strip through Bart’s hair.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing!” she shouted unable to stop herself.

She ran forward and shoved the evil teacher away from Bart, the clippers still buzzing away in his hands. Kaley stared angrily at Mr. Lassen, daring him to make a move. She wasn’t prepared for him to reach out and slap her across the face. She gasped out in shock, as she hit the floor, tears welling in her eyes. Before Bart or Kaley could react, Nelson had slammed Lassen into the wall of lockers.

“You don’t attack my friends.” Nelson said, voice low and angry.

Lassen tried to go after Nelson but Bart reacted and grabbed Kaley by the hand pulling her up, and grabbing Nelson, he ran down the hall.

“I think it’s time for us to beat a hasty retreat.” Bart panted a bit as they hid around a corner.

Lisa ran up to them, tears running down her face.

“Oh! Are you ok? I saw what happened!” She said sounding frightened.

That snapped Kaley into action and she pulled her phone out as she wrapped an arm around Lisa.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, Bart’ll be ok and Nelson saved us back there. Hey dad, we need an emergency pick up. It got bad, we uh…I don’t know…yeah, the four of us. Alright, love you too.” Kaley said quickly.

She closed her phone and leaned against the wall, holding Lisa close. After a second, she stood up, arm dropping to her side, as the bell rang.

“Right, dads on his way we need to collect bags and get outside. He’s had father call Chalmers it’s fine. Let’s go.” She said quickly.

The kids all went off in different directions to get their bags, before meeting back up at the entrance to the school. They looked at each other and walked out of the school, just as Waylon pulled up out front.

“What happened?!” Waylon asked with no lack of concern and anger.

Lisa was still sniffling softly and Bart was trying to hide the shaved bit of his head, as Nelson was staring angrily out of the car window.

“Lassen.” Kaley said finally, meeting eyes with her dad in the mirror.

Waylon’s eyes narrowed as he saw the red mark blooming across her face.

“Bart, you and Lisa better call your mother, Monty’s already spoken to your father but just to be safe. Nelson I’d say to call your mom too…” He started, trying to keep his voice even.

“No point, she won’t be home or by a phone.” He huffed out.

Kaley passed her phone to Lisa who was sitting in the middle beside Bart with Nelson near the other window. Lisa quickly dialed and the two Simpson’s tilted their heads together to speak with their mother. After a few minutes Lisa ended the call and passed the phone back to Kaley with a small smile.

“She said thank you for getting us, and asked if we could stay with you.” Lisa said, Bart had turned to Nelson trying to get him to talk to him.

Waylon looked in the mirror, nodding.

“Of course.” He said softly.

Lisa gave him a small smile before turning to Kaley, giving her a tight concerned look.

“Are you ok?” she asked worriedly.

Kaley smiled softly.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok. Lassen’s done worse to me before. Don’t worry.” She said softly.

Lisa still worried a lock of hair between her finger and thumb, Kaley tilted her head and gently reached up, softly unwinding the hair from her fingers and tucking it back into place.

“It’ll be ok Lisa, I promise.” She said softly, reaching around and wrapping her arm around Lisa again.

Lisa hummed and leaned against her, still looking worried but nodding. With that the car lapsed into a semi-peaceful silence, with the only sound being the noise of the car going over the road and Bart’s soft words aimed at Nelson. After a few more minutes they arrived back at the house and the four kids climbed out of the car.

“I have to get back to the power plant. Will the four of you be alright?” Waylon asked half climbing out of the car.

Kaley smiled softly and nodded.

“Yeah, we’ll be ok dad, don’t worry. We’ll probably just do our work, watch tv maybe play some games or something. Just calm down from what happened.” She said voice soft, since Lisa was lightly dozing against her side, as they stood there.

Her dad looked worried for a second before nodding and giving a wave before pulling out. Kaley’s arm snakes around Lisa more securely, and she notices from the corner of her eye Nelson doing the same with Bart. Kaley gave him a small smile and nodded to the house, Nelson nodded back and the two of them helped the lightly dozing Simpsons into the large house. Getting them into a semi comfortable position on the first floor, Kaley and Nelson snuck off into the back where her father’s office was. Once there, Nelson carefully unhooked the small camera he wore.

“Hopefully this helps.” Nelson said handing it over to her.

Kaley nodded, and sat it on the desk, before reaching up and tugging the bow from her hair. She sat the bow on the desk next to Nelson’s before she turned to him.

“It feels weird not having that on.” She admitted with a small smile. “But yes, it should I suspect you managed to get a bit on yours as well as what I got on mine. But I’m sure it’ll be something.” She said her thoughts jumbled.

Nelson nodded, and the two of them walked back to the living room before collecting the sleeping Simpsons and walking upstairs. Getting to Kaley’s room she lays Lisa down on the bed before moving to the closet and pulling out a cot for Bart, quickly setting it up she moved back to Lisa. She tugged her shoes off and slipped her under the covers before walking over to the little sitting area and turning the tv on to a random channel, glancing over and seeing Nelson join her a few minutes later.

“What happens now?” Nelson asked a few minutes later.

Kaley sighed softly and shook her head, muting the tv.

“I don’t know. The three of us…we have targets in our backs now Nelson. Its not going to be good. After today, the rest of the week, the rest of the year is going to be difficult. I wouldn’t be surprised if worse happened. You’ll have to have your camera for the foreseeable future. As for our plan of attack, I hate to say it but we have to cut out Millhouse, he’s just to weak willed to actually help. We have to band together, the only thing we can do now is survive. And Nelson?” She said looking at him her voice low so not to wake the two sleeping siblings.

Nelson’s eyes had gone wide and he nodded for her to continue. Kaley took a deep breath, her eyes dropping to the remote in her hands.

“There’s a very good chance Father will demand I stay out of school until Lassen is gone. If that happens, you need to keep them safe. But I am going to try and keep them from taking me out of school, but they still might.” Kaley said finally, her voice a bit distant.

After that they lapsed into silence for a little bit.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll keep em safe.” Nelson said finally.

Kaley nodded and they went back to watching the tv. After an hour or so Lisa and Bart woke up.

“What?” Bart’s voice rang through the room, and Nelson was up in a second.

Kaley smiled and shook her head at both the boy’s obliviousness, before she too jumped up and ran over to Lisa’s side when she gasped loudly.

“No!” Lisa’s voice sounded scared.

Kaley sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Its alright, it’s alright.” Kaley said softly.

Lisa’s wide eyes turned to her and she nodded taking a breath. After a few minutes both Lisa and Bart had calmed down a bit.

“So…what happens now?” Lisa asked still looking scared.

Kaley glanced at Nelson, an understanding passing between them. Kaley gave a small sigh and turned to Lisa.

“We just keep doing our best, and you keep your nose down. Let us deal with Lassen. But hopefully he sees us as a group and will back off, I doubt he will, but still.” Kaley said softly trailing off.

Lisa bit her lip and nodded before turning to the TV. After an hour or so of flipping through the tv, Lisa turned and grabbed her homework.

“Can I use your desk?” Lisa asked.

Kaley leaned back and smiled softly nodding.

“Yeah of course. I should actually do my work too. Come on boys let’s get it done.” Kaley said stretching and standing up to go grab her bag.

The boys groaned but got up to get their own backpacks each moving to a different spot to get their work done. The rest of the afternoon went peacefully, the finished their homework, played some games, had snacks and watched more tv until the adults got home. With a sigh, Kaley closed her book she was reading and stretched her arms above her head.

“Alright, Father and Dad should be home by now.” She said softly to the room at large.

Nelson and Bart groaned putting down the controllers in their hands as Lisa smiled and settled her book down as well.

“Alright, so what do we do?” Bart asked looking over his shoulder at Kaley.

She looked at him with a smile and a small shrug.

“We go downstairs and see what they have to say.” Kaley said standing up.

Lisa stood up next and Bart and Nelson followed. Kaley led the way downstairs and looked towards the sitting room, not seeing anyone she waved for them to sit there.

“You guys sit in there and I’m gonna go see if Father and Dad are actually home.” She said with a smile.

The others nodded and walked into the sitting room and Kaley turned heading down the hallway to her father’s office. She knocked gently, since the door was closed and waited to be called in.

“Hello sweetheart, how was your afternoon?” Her dad asked turning to her.

Kaley sighed and shook her head, letting her ponytail sway, sighing.

“It was…” she paused to hum for a second. “Productive?” Kaley said finally.

Her father gave her a look, eyes narrowing at her a bit.

“Is that a bruise I see?” he asked her in such a way Kaley knew her Dad had already told him.

Kaley sat in a seat and looked at her father for a few seconds, before letting out a small huff.

“Yeah, he slapped my across the face when I stepped in to stop what he was doing to Bart. I have a feeling he remembers me.” She said finally.

Monty steepled his fingers, and watched her for a second before turning to Waylon.

“I don’t like this.” He said, a tone of finality to his words.

Before her dad could say anything, Kaley’s eyes hardened and she looked her father square in the face.

“I am not leaving the school now. I think once you watch those tapes Nelson and I collected for you, you’ll see that the power dynamic isn’t in his favor. The three of us are tight, we keep together and we defend each other, and Lisa. I’m not leaving, if I do, then the dynamic will shift and they will be in more danger. I understand you want what’s best for me, but what’s best for me right now is staying in that school, and ending this jerk’s career.” She said voice firm with no room for argument.

Both her dad and father stared at her with widened eyes. Finally, after a minute or more, Waylon turned to Monty.

“I think we need to watch the tapes and then evaluate. But perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for her to remain in the school.” He said finally.

Her father took a second to think over everything before nodding.

“Very well, but I want to see the others and how they are fairing as well. You’re right that this isn’t just something to be considered lightly. It will be given the proper thought. Now, where are the other three?” He asked looking to Kaley.

She smiled softly and waved vaguely behind her.

“In the sitting room, I told them I wanted to see if you two were actually home. But I really wanted to have the chance to have this conversation with you both before they got involved.” Kaley said with a small smile.

Her father nodded and after a few more minutes of conversation, the three of them walked from the office and Into the sitting room. Kaley walked into the living room where she sat next to Lisa.

“Have you all completed your homework?” Waylon asked looking at the children.

“Yes sir!” “Yes dad!” they said in response.

Waylon gave a nod at that before leaving the room, headed towards the kitchen. Monty hid one of his small smiles behind his hand before clearing his throat and asking for a complete retelling of the events that happened. Kaley sat back as her friends explained what had happened, adding a few comments hear and there. After a bit, her dad rejoined them.

“Alright, before we break for dinner. I just have one thing to say to you all.” Her father said pausing for a moment.

Kaley, Lisa, Bart and Nelson all perked up at that and focused their attention on Monty.

“As of tomorrow, you will all have both mine and Waylon’s numbers should something go wrong you are to call us immediately. No matter how small the situation is. Understood?” He said once they were all looking at him, the end turning into a question.

“Yes sir.” “Yes Father.” Were called in response.

After that they all went into the overly large dinning room where they sat eat. Later in the evening, Waylon took Bart and Lisa home.

“It’ll be ok Lisa, trust me.” Kaley said softly as she hugged the worried girl.

Lisa nodded and gave a small smile when she pulled back.

“I know, but I can’t help but worry.” Lisa said softly before walking over to the waiting car.

From the corner of her eye, Kaley saw Nelson pat Bart on the shoulder and heard a few words pass between them. She shook her head with a small smile.

‘I can’t wait for the day they figure it all out.’ She thought as Nelson joined her on the steps.

“So, now what?” Nelson asked as they waved to the departing car.

Kaley dropped her hand, her eyes staying focused on the car.

“Now we find you pajamas, and get your clothes in the wash then it’s teeth and off to bed.” She said finally turning her eyes to him.

Nelson nodded with a sigh, and the two turned back to the house. They got inside and Waylon led Nelson up the stairs and Kaley settled beside her father.

“So, be honest. How hopeful are you to end this peacefully?” Her father asked her.

Kaley looked a him for a second before looking away and down at her hands with a sigh.

“Truthfully, I don’t.” Kaley said voice soft.

She glanced at Monty and saw him looking at her.

“What do you mean?” He asked her.

“I plan to take him out. He’s not a good teacher, even when he isn’t being an abusive jerk. So, I’m planning to take him out.” Kaley said with a shrug.

Monty nodded.

“Well, you know your dad and I are behind you.” He said standing up, looking at Kaley. “Now why don’t we get you up to bed?” He said softly with a small smile.

Kaley gave a light yawn and nodded, stretching and standing up. Kaley returned the smile and took her father’s hand. They walked up the stairs and Kaley called a good night to Nelson, before they went to her room. Kaley ran over to her bathroom to quickly brush her teeth and change into pajamas before walking back out to her bed and crawling in, her father parched on the edge of her bed, and her dad just walking in through her bedroom door.

“Good night sweetheart, we’ll see you in the morning.” Her dad said giving her a kiss on the forehead and a hug.

Her father shifted and tucked the blankets in tighter around her before giving her a hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Good night darling, sweet dreams.” He said softly.

Key smiled and snuggled into her blankets with a small yawn, her eyes staying open long enough to see them turn the light off and partially shut the door, before she fell fully asleep. The next morning Kaley woke up, and stretched sitting up before getting up and getting dressed and headed down to the kitchen.

“Oh! Good morning, Nelson.” She said as she was walking and found him walking down the hallway looking lost.

Nelson jumped and turned to look at her.

“Oh, Kaley. Hey, good morning.” He said, waiting for her to catch up.

With that the two of them walked down to the dinning room, where Waylon and Monty already waited.

“Good morning, Daddy, good morning, Father!” Kaley said walking over to the two of them and giving them hugs and a kiss to each of their cheeks.

“Good morning, Kaley.” Her father said looking up from his paper.

“Good morning sweetie.” Her dad said looking up from his planner.

They both nodded to Nelson who nodded back, and the four of them sat down to eat breakfast. Surprisingly the rest of the day went very well, no issues from Lassen or any one else. The next day, Wednesday, rolled around and it felt…. different. She kept her thought to herself on the ride to school, stepping out of the car just as Otto pulled up with the school bus. She waited at the steps for Bart, Lisa and Nelson to get off the bus.

“I have a bad feeling. I can’t explain it, just… be careful.” Kaley said with a sigh as she looked at them.

She saw each one nod and the small glint if the camera on Nelson’s vest before as a group they turned and headed inside. They did their best to stick together, but with Bart and Nelson in a different class to Kaley and Lisa in a lower grade, it was difficult. Kaley sighed as she leaned briefly against the wall, trying to stop worrying. She heard a noise down the hall and walked closer to investigate.

“You back off! Lisa get outta here!” She could hear Bart shout.

She picked up speed and reached the room just as Lisa was running from it. Kaley immediately moved between Lisa and the room, a glare on her face. She saw Nelson standing with the other fourth graders protectively pushed in the corner, an equally mean glare present on his face. Bart stood definitely in front of Lassen, glare on his face and turned in a way that showed he had clearly blocked Lassen from getting to Lisa. It stayed in a stand off like that for a few seconds, Lisa’s hands gripping the back of Kaley’s sweater, Nelson’s arms spread to protect the kids, and Bart in Lassen in a glaring contest. Just as Nelson started to softly tell the other kids to head to the door, the bell rang and Lassen lunged.

“I believe you haven’t learned your lesson yet!” Lassen shouted before dragging Bart the few steps to the van de Graaff generator.

Before Nelson or Kaley could move Lassen’s hand flashed to the knob turning it from safe to dangerous, and he shoved Bart into it.

“BART!” Lisa and Nelson’s voice rang out.

Kaley turned quickly, passing Lisa her phone.

“Call my dad. Tell him it’s an emergency.” She said quickly before running into the room.

Nelson had already pulled Bart back against him, both boys shaking uncontrollably.

“Nelson, get him outta here.” She said her voice cold.

Nelson gave a quick nod before tugging Bart to the door pausing briefly, he walked out grabbed Lisa who was dialing the number for Waylon and tugged them both down the hall. The other fourth graders having ran from the room with a scream when Lassen shoved Bart into the Van de Graaff generator. With the room clear Lassen gave Kaley an evil look.

“Aw look at you, still as defiant as ever.” Lassen shouted as he lunged at her.

“And you’re still as deranged as you were.” Kaley said as she darted out of the way, letting Lassen slam into the desks.

Kaley’s back pressed against the radiator counter as she debated how to get out of the room. While Lassen took a minute to get up, Kaley jumped up onto the cabinet and popped open the windows.

“Willie! Catch me!” She shouted as she jumped from the window, Lassen half falling out behind her.

The Scottish grounds keeper looked up at her voice, quickly turning and running from where he was to catch her.

“Careful there Lass, would hate for you to get hurt.” He said eyebrows furrowing at the bruise he saw on her cheek before he looked up seeing Lassen just pulling himself back in the window.

Kaley smiled and nudged him to let her down.

“I figured this was the better option between the two. Thank you for the catch!” She said looking up at him.

His eyes hardened, and he watched up at the second floor.

“I don’t like that one.” He muttered softly.

“It’ll be ok, don’t worry! I have to go!” Kaley called with a wave as she ran over to where the others were standing.

Kaley got over to them just as her dad pulled up. Nelson had to almost carry Bart to the car as her dad jumped out and ran over to them.

“What happened?” he asked worry plastered on his face.

Kaley blinked and realized she was shaking slightly, tears welling in her eyes.

“I, Bart…Lisa, I…” she couldn’t get the words out but her dad seemed to understand.

He seemed to understand as he ushered the four of them into the car.

“I’ll run and get the bags.” Nelson said already half turned.

Waylon placed a hand on his shoulder, and nodded.

“I’ll go with you.” He said softly.

The two of them took off into the school, as the other three waited in the car. After a few minutes Waylon and Nelson returned and quickly got into the car, leaving the school grounds. Kaley glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the angry look on her dad’s face. They got to the house quickly and Waylon called for the family’s private doctor, to look over Bart. He also Called Monty to let him know he’d have to stay at the house with everything that had happened.

“Hey, it’ll be ok.” Kaley said in a hushed voice as she sat back against the couch near Lisa.

Lisa gave a small huff and shook her head.

“Not as long as Lassen is there! Bart barely stopped him from doing that to me!” She said wetly looking at Kaley with tear filled eyes.

Kaley opened her arms and Lisa launched into them. Kaley held her quietly for a few minutes, her eyes drifted closed for a second, the adrenaline wearing off slowly.

#fanfiction #oc #the simpsons #bart simpson #lisa simpson #nelson muntz #tw: child abuse #part 1

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iamanerd1 · 4 years

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Random Star Wars Headcanons I WILL believe until they are disproved

Hera has to skip out of the battle of scarif early because her water broke while she was fighting (why we don’t see the ghost hyperspace jump out. )

Oh Boba Fett’s totally still alive after Jedi. (for context someone in the aftermath series of book is walking around on Tatooine wearing his armor, so AT LEAST his body made it out of the sarlacc pit)

Kallus and Han have had two fist fights on the Yavin 4 runway that needed to be broken up by Zeb and Chewie

Tam Ryvora is the sister of Finn. (I think it would be cool storytelling if Finn’s sister willingly joined the first order. And I do NOT want him to be related to Jannah or Lando.So, some point if Tam has to bloodwork or something an officer comes back to Commander Pyre and is like “We found something.”)

Ben Solo knows how to ‘navigate’ hyperspace in the Chiss sense of the term. And he kind of likes it because it’s one thing he didn’t learn from Luke

He also got the name “Kylo” from Chiss naming policies. I’m not sure how exactly it would fit, but because they don’t like boring single syllable names they rearranged it and mashed it up until the shortened version was “Kylo.” (Probably done by the navigators as a sort of hazing thing.)

Ciena Ree is wheelchair-bound after the battle of Jakku. Buckle up while in your escape pods kids!

Ben Solo also grew up wrestling Wookiees. Including Chewie’s son Lumpawaroo. There’s got to be a reason that that man is THAT big.

Katooni survives order 66, but just barley. She’s doing fighter training while it happens and manages to jump to hyperspace to escape. But the ship is damaged/running out of oxygen quickly and the TRAUMA of feeling the loss of the entire Jedi order just breaks her. Eventually she is found by Hondo, but she doesn’t remember who she is or her connection to the force. Hondo raises her as his younger sister and teachers her how to be a pirate. Years later Ahsoka visits Hondo and sees her and thanks him. And also maybe breaks down because of it. (Less of a headcanon more of a fic I’m not sure i’ll ever work on. I am aware of the Katooni spaceship, whose to say she just doesn’t remember/use that name?)

Clone trooper Hunter is force sensitive, yeah I didn’t really by his whole “Ugh yeah I just have extra senses and can uhh.. hear the enemy.” And i’ve justified it to myself that there had to be AT LEAST one clone that’s force sensitive statistically in the GAR.

#star wars #am i really gonna try and tag everything i mentioned?#we're gonna try #star wars rebels #we might need a read more on these tags #hera syndulla #boba fett #agent kallus #han solo #tam ryvora #finn star wars #ben solo #kyle ron #yeah im not tagging him #Lumpawaroo #katooni #hondo ohnaka #clone trooper hunter

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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Not Yet

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Word Count: 3,270

Warnings: None

Request: Could u do something Harry Potter x reader were the marauders are alive and the reader is Harry’s gf and is as good as Dumbledore in dueling. And she was staying at Harry’s house for spring break and (Harry is still the boi who lived) Voldemort attacks them and says something like “if she wins she safe but for now I am going to take the most important thing in ur life” to Harry and he starts crying but then she out duels him and comforts Harry and Jily notices how much they love each other?

A/n: Ok so I know that the time line wouldnt exscatly be perfect for this fic but whatever I dont care. Also I'm sorry it tooks so long I had restart it because I didn't like my first draft. Anyway hope you guys enjoy!

"Harry, they're going to hate me." You groaned falling back from your sitting position on his bed to laying and burying your head in your hands.

Harry rolled his eyes smiling. "Y/n there is no possible way they are going to hate you, so stop stressing."

You turned your head to glare at the boy who was struggling to close his suitcase, "Oh yeah because when you met my dad you weren't stressing at all." You said voice dripping with sarcasm.

"That's different," Harry defended still attempting to get the buckles on his trunk closed.

"How is it possibly different, if anything I have it worse because you have like three dads." You pointed out.

"I don't have three dads." Harry grunted, cursing those textbooks that were making the task at hand nearly impossible.

You muttered a spell under your breath and watched as the items in his trunk shifted before the straps snapped closed neatly "You most certainly do have three dads." You iggled when he looked back up at you in amazement.

"I forgot you could so stuff like that." He murmured making his way towards the bed.

"Well you should try remembering." You smirked before Harry climbed on top of you meeting your lips with his. The kiss was soft sweet and short.

"Bloody hell!"

Harry quickly rolled off of you.

You both blushed heavenly looking at Ron who now stood in the doorway with Hermione.

"Sorry." You muttered looking down at you hands.

"Thank god you were only kissing I thought you were doing other stuff for a second." A book promptly shot across the room and hit Ron in the side of the face. He glared looking up at the beat red girl across from him "Can you stop with the no-wand spells? It's very confusing for us."

"Speak for yourself Ronald." Hermione chipped, "They are quite brilliant in my opinion."

"Thanks Hermione." You smiled the color trickling from your cheeks. You had always had a particular talent for performing spells without a wand. You barely touched it nowadays, you would simply do the spell without it.

It was a "rare but exceptional gift that very few acquired" McGonagall had informed you in your first year when you had performed a Relashio spell without a wand on your second day of charms.

You had noticed at a very young age that you could simply read about a spell, murmur the name under your breath, envisioning the result and said result would happen. It was quite helpful for dueling and protection

"We are leaving in a few minutes so we just came up to get you guys." Hermione explained looking at Harry's packed trunk, Hedwig placed beside it.

"Y/n where is your stuff?"

"Oh shit." You muttered.

"You aren't packed?" Harry asked worry covering his features.

"I was stressing so much I forgot." You hissed under your breath closing your eyes and thinking. Finally after a few seconds you remembered the spell and murmured it quietly.

You heard a shriek followed by "Merlin's Beard y/n can't you just pack like the rest of us, you almost killed me with your bloody broom!"

"Sorry Parvati!" You shouted back before your wand came whizzing into your hand followed by your trunk and your owl cage, your barn owl locked securely inside, and of course your broomstick which had been an unnecessarily expensive and fought against birthday present from Harry. "Packed." You smiled up at the other three.

When the four of you had finally boarded and settled on the Hogwarts Express nerves took you over once again. You found yourself tracing the scar on your hand feeling out every letter of the sentence, "I will not tell lies" engraved on your hand. You remembered Harry's fury when you had walked out of Umbridge's classroom tears pricking at your eyes as blood dripped from your hand. Fred, George and Ron had to physically hold the boy back from beating the pick monsters face in with his fists.

Harry quickly noticed your nervous state and slide his arm around you pulling you closer. "They are going to love you y/n/n."

You sighed and looked over at his breath-taking green eyes, "You don't know that."

"Come on you already met Remus and he loved you." Harry said trying to comfort you.

"Great only two more dads and a mom to impress." You said staring out the window.

"Hey look," Harry pushed your head back to meet his eyes gently, "Remus already likes you and my Dad will be easy, just tell him your a chaser and he will talk for hours. For my mom just talk about spells and all that stuff you are so bloody good at. And for Sirius just mention a few of the pranks you pulled on Malfoy and your in the clear. You are too amazing for them not to like."

"But what if they dont think I'm good enough for you, I mean you are 'the one who lived' and everything and I'm just...me."

Harry scoffed, "Just you? You mean the girl who has the best marks in every single class she takes. The girl who could take down there own professors when it came to dueling and knows how to perform more spells and charms without a wand than the Charms teacher does with one?"

You blushed looking down, "I don't have the best marks in Herbology, Transfiguration or Potions." You pointed out.

Harry sighed, "They are going to love you y/n. I just know it."

When the train stopped at platform 9 and ¾ so did your heart. You were jumpy and anxious, you felt as if you were running on adrenaline and caffeine.

Hermione and Ron said goodbye wishing you luck as Harry looked around for his parents on the crowded platform.

"There they are." Harry said grabbing your hand and heading toward a man who looks stunningly like Harry and a woman with bright red hair.

You gulped hoping you didn't look as nervous as you were.

When you reached the couple Harry hugged both of them as you stood awkwardly to the side trying not to draw attention to yourself.

"Mom, Dad this is the girl I told you about, y/n." Harry introduced.

You blushed a bit waving and to your surprise the women stepped toward you and brought you into a hug.

"It's so lovely to finally meet you, we've heard so much about you from Harry." She said pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"It's nice to meet you as well Mrs. Potter." You smiled.

James stuck out his hand and you shook it firmly greeting him as well.

"Well we better head home before Sirius burns down the house." Lily sighed.

"Its fine." James said brushing the issue away, "Moony is there too."

You looked at Harry "Who's Moony?" You mouthed silently.

"Professor Lupin." He whispered back.

You bit your lip hoping that he still considered you a good student.

When you reached Harry's house your nerves were buzzing again, you could hear the thumping of your heart loud and clear as Harry opened the front door.

You heard a loud "Harry!" Bellowed form inside the house and Harry was soon thrown into a hug by a man with long dark hair.

"It's great to see you again." The man who you were guessing was Sirius smiled.

"You too Sirius." You suspicions were confirmed. "Oh this is y/n." Harry said moving to the side so you were face to face with the man.

"Hello, it's nice to finally meet you, Harry has told me so much about you." You greeted sticking out your hand.

"I could say the same for you." Sirius winked taking your hand. You glanced over at Harry whose face was tinged red and glaring at the man.

You giggled as Harry pulled you away, "You can put your stuff in my room." He chatted as he dragged you up the stairs to the first door on the right.

When you entered you couldn't help but smile. The room was so… Harry.

The walls were painted a vibrant crimson, he had quidditch banners and famous wizard posters plastered on the walls. There was a wooden desk in one cornor, a dresser and a double bed against the other wall. A door which you guessed lead to a closet on the other. There were two hooks in the center of the wall above the dresser. Different posters and papers were sprinkled around the hooks where Harry had now walked over and placed his broom.

You walked closer to the wall to find that all of the papers and posters were tickets and brackets from various quidditch matches.

"My dad always takes me to them." Harry chimed in walking closer to you.

"That's brilliant," you nodded continuing to look at the items sprinkled on the wall.

"How many have you been to?" Harry questioned snaking his arm around your waist as you stood admiring.

"Oh, I haven't been to any." You shrugged turning to face the now appalled boy.

"What!?"

You shrugged again

"Really?!"

You nodded rolling your eyes playfully; "My dad just never took me."

"You have to come with us next time." Harry declared.

"I'd love too." You smirked leaning in to kiss the boy. Your lips had barley brushed his when you were interrupted by the bang of a door.

"Harry dinners ready…" Sirius' voice trailed off when he saw the position of your red faces. He smirked, Harry once again glaring at him.

"We're coming." Harry growled cheeks matching his walls.

"You are now?" Sirius jeered before descending down the stairs.

The second he was out of sight you burst into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," you laughed out.

With that you made your way to the stairs.

When you sat down at the dinner table you looked up to see your ex-professors eyes sparkling at you.

You smiled at the man and then turned your head to see Harry serving you some food. You thanked him then thanked the chef who sat proudly next to the professor his head of long midnight hair held high.

You quickly launched into a conversation with Mrs. Potter about your plans to be an Auror after Hogwarts while Harry laughed with his godfather.

Your conversation was cut short by Mr. Potter.

"So I saw you had a broom, you play I'm guessing." He inquired.

"Yes I do sir." You spoke politely before placing a tomato into your mouth and feeling its soft skin burst with flavor against your teeth.

"No need for the 'sir'" the man explained before adding, "What position?"

"I'm a chaser si-" you cut your sentence

short blushing.

James eyes widened under his glasses, "Really?"

"Yes, I have been playing since second year." You nodded.

"Wow, that's pretty young for a chaser."

"She's incredible, probably better than you Dad," Harry cut in, "She once scored 180 points in one game. That's only 30 points below the record." Harry gushed making you flame red, "And she's only in her fifth year." Harry added proudly smiling.

You felt on fire when all of the adults at the table looked at you in amazement and surprise. "It's really no big deal, I don't win the games your son does." You mumbled looking down at your food.

Harry rolled his eyes at your modesty even though it only made him grin impossibly l that's quite impressive." Sirius noted, "I didn't take you for a jock."

You bit your lip before hearing another voice cut through.

"She's not just a jock Sirius." Remus rolled his eyes. "When I had her in my class she had the highest marks of all the students, she's quite talented, especially when it comes to spells and charms, she would make a brilliant Auror."

You felt your face once again fill with fire as you looked across at the man who had spoken, "Thank you Professor Lupin."

"Just Remus." He said before taking a sip of his wine.

You nodded and looked at Harry who was smiling brightly at you his eyes sparkling like rare gems.

Lily opened her mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly Harry's smile turned to a grimace of agony. He bent over with a gasp, clutching his forehead.

Everyone instantly began to move, you moved toward Harry wrapping your arms around him, James and Lily reached for their wands as Sirius and Remus leapt from their chairs flicking their own to lock the doors and windows around them.

You and everyone else in that room knew what that anguish Harry was feeling meant.

Harry hissed air through his teeth in pain, "Y/n, you need to get out of here, he's coming, Voldemort's coming." He spit out.

You turned to Lily for an answer but it was too late.

The women flew across the room in a gust of wind

"Lily!" James yelled from across the room before he was thrown backwards into the china case with a crash. You turned to see five figures in black standing in the living room. Sirius leapt into action deflecting two spells before being hit with another.

Remus yelled in anger hitting one of the figures with a spell before being hit with two of his own.

During this you gathered your scattered thoughts and muttered a small protection spell under your breath.

Your heard Harry shriek with misery as another figure appeared in the room. You recognized the man -if you could even call him that- instantly. He started toward you and Harry who had somehow ended up on the floor your arm still sealed over his shoulders.

"Move girl." The thing headed toward you stated.

You rose to your feet to meet him as he neared. "No."

A cackle rose from the throat of the monster. "Look around you," he said gesturing to the four wizards all now caught by a figure in black, wands held by tattooed wrists at their necks.

"Move and you may live." The thing promised.

"No." You repeated grasping your hands to fists as you stood in front of the boy shaking in torment.

"Imperi-"

You didn't let the dark lord finish his spell before you whispered one of your own.

The most forgiving of the unforgivable curses bounced off your shield and hit the window with a crash. You then whispered a small healing spell to Harry and heard him gasp for breath finally being released from pain's cold grasp.

The white faced man now glared at you shooting another curse you deflected with ease. His frustration was now visible as he shot a series of painful spell at you. You muttered deflections and counter curses smoothly.

You almost smiled at the man's great surprise and rage at the new obstacle that stood in the way of Harry's death. Your joy was swept away quickly.

"Y/n move!" You heard Harry yelled before you were hit with a blinding sting in your chest. You fell back in pain gasping for breath. You turned your head to see Remus laying on the ground in a heap, his guard standing over you in triumph.

Suddenly you began to float up in the air. You tried and failed to regain your bearings as you were suddenly flying toward he who must not be named. You felt cold as his fingernails closed aground your neck.

You could smell rotting flesh and the metallic scent of blood. You could sense the hunger of the thing holding you, you could sense its hunger for death, for blood, for pain, he fed from it.

Voldemort cackled watching as Harry screamed, writhing in the grasp of the death eater holding him.

You began to feel adrenaline rush through you with new found terror. You couldn't die. No no no. Not yet. Please dear God not yet. You began to feel tears prick at your eyes. Please. Please not yet. Not yet.

"I can't kill you Harry." The monster paused "Not yet. But I can kill her. I can kill her easily as a bug, she's nothing." He howled in laughter. "The most important thing to you in this miserable world is nothing, its pathetic."

Harry sobbed attempting to throw himself forward as Voldemort's wand raised to your throat.

"Please not her, please, take me instead, not her dont kill her, let her live please." Harry begged, sobs making his words almost incomprehensible.

You watched in horror as Harry broke in front of you. You could hear his parents screaming in the background and Sirius crying for Remus to wake up.

Your body shook with anger and fear at the scene taking place in front of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused that energy. You focused just as your dad had thought you. You focused all that pain, fury, fear onto one thing, one spell, one person.

"Crusio." You murmured softly.

Suddenly you were released and sent sprawling towards the ground. You heard a blood curdling shriek of agony behind you and stood to see the dark lord writhing on the floor. As he did your head felt with a splitting pain and you screeched grasping at your temples in an attempt to stop the pain.

It ended as abruptly as it started and you stood over the man so many feared and you saw him look back up at you to see the one thing you were sure this man had never felt before in his eyes. Fear.

He was gone in a whisper of black smoke, his followers disappearing just as quickly.

You turned sliding to the floor next to the boy you loved, tears of relief springing from your eyes.

"She's gone, she's gone, she's gone." You heard him sobbing slumped on the ground defeated.

"Harry, Harry it's me." You said voice breaking. He looked up his glasses were long gone his emerald eyes shining with tears.

"Y/n?" He mumbled.

"Hey, yeah it's me." You cried.

"But y-you, you, you were g-gone."

"Not yet. Not yet." You sobbed tears of joy as you were tackled in a hug by the boy.

You sobbed on to his shoulder as he pulled you into him grasping you desperately, wetting your y/h/c hair with tears.

He pulled away from the hug grabbing your damp cheeks and smashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was desperate and needy, Harry moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.

When you broke away he pulled you into his chest again. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you y/n, I love you so much." The words fell from his mouth in a slur.

"I love you too Harry. I love you too" You cried into his chest.

Lily and James watched as the two of you reunited and looked at each other with the same eyes. They knew what the two of you had, they had seen very few like it, very few indeed. It was love. Not fake teenage dream "love". Not abusive of forced "love". Not one sided or used "love" but true and actual love. The same love they felt for each other. They watched as the young couple picked each other up and put each other back together and they knew that those two teenagers were in it for the long run.

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MSA: Gunpoint AU (part 5)

(continuation of a fic started during the Whumptober2019 challenge)

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4)

Summary: Arthur gets in trouble while on a case with Vivi (set before Ghost).

This time, the dark of unconsciousness isn’t quite so all-encompassing. His mind floats about as sound and stimulus come in and out like waves. In his dazed state, he struggles to focus on the conversation which drifts over and around him.

“What’s got you all mopey?" The sharp voice, perpetually amused, pieces the haze over Arthur’s mind. "You’re about to finish your unfinished business. That’s like, end-game stuff for you wraiths.”

He is suddenly very aware of the dirt pressing against his cheek and the uncomfortable strain on his back. Oh right, he has been kidnapped by a psychopath in what was probably the worst case of mistaken identity in the history of ever. Everything hurts, from the new burn on his chest to his growing headache. He misses the unawareness of being unconscious already.

“…soon you’ll be free to hop on off to the afterlife or wherever it is you people go. Last I checked, that’s a good thing.”

The is a long pause and Arthur strains to hear the next sentence. He doesn’t dare open his eyes. The less attention focused on him the better. He pulls subtly at his wrists but they’re still cuffed together. If only his mechanical arm had a quick-release lever, then he’d be able to detach it and get his hands free that way.

“He was terrified.”

Even when he’s barley lucid, hearing and knowing that the angry spirit is nearby causes his heart to race. Arthur fights his instinct to try and crawl as fast and as far away as possible.

“Uh…Duh. That was your goal. To scare the shit out of him then kill him? What did you think would happen?”

“If he doesn’t remember then what’s the point.”

“Haha…” The laugh is unpleasant, “I wouldn’t worry so much my anger prone friend.”

There is a low ominous rumble and the more threatening sounds of fire crackling. “DON’T call me that. I don’t have friends. Not anymore.”

Another laugh. “Sure, whatever, acquaintances then….” Arthur hears the sound of footsteps draw near to his head and he tries to relax and maintain the illusion of unconsciousness. “You’re just getting caught up on the semantics.… He’s still the same guy. He’s just a guy who not only killed you but didn’t even have the guts to remember it.”

He’s dead, Arthur thinks dully. The green-eyed looney is going to get him killed and he can’t do a thing about it. He’s got this wraith creature convinced that Arthur was involved in its murder. It’s a lie. He hadn’t killed anyone…He would remember something like that…right?

“All this time you’ve been out here, alone and in pain, and he’s been living it up, not even a shred of guilt. Doesn’t that just piss you off?”

The footsteps stop right next to his ear. Arthur jerks to the sensation of cold water getting splashed over his face. He sputters as the water runs up his nose, recoiling so he bumps into the car’s tyres. The sudden movement reminds him of the growing collection of bruises and painful grazes running down his back. When the water stops, he cracks an eye to squint up at his crazy kidnaper, who was now crouched in front of him holding a plastic bottle and waving a greeting.

“Congratulations. You’re not dead.”

Arthur coughs to clear his lungs of water. Quickly, his eyes dart around, searching out the ominous silhouette of the wraith floating several feet behind the crazy man. The ghost-monster is glaring at him, eyes narrowed with undisguised anger.

The man moves to block Arthur’s vision. “Not dead yet…we'll put a pin in that moral dilemma for the moment.”

Up this close, Arthur can see the laughter threatening to split the twisted man’s face. The freak was enjoying everything way too much for anything to be accidental. A hand roughly grips his shoulder, hauling him upright so he is leaning with his back against one of the car’s tyres. Even the small change in posture has his head swimming. A result of one too many hits to the skull. The crazy man examines the burn on his chest, prodding at it. “This looks painful.” Arthur winces, trying to lean away.

“You really don’t remember?” The question is growled at him, interrupting crazy man.

Arthur swallows, squinting upwards. The fire wraith has moved closer, drifting to loom over the two of them. He can already feel the air heating around him.

“I…No…” His mouth suddenly goes dry. What can he say to convince this creature that he’s innocent? “I don’t …”

SLAM. The wraith slams a fist into the hood of the car which buckles under its strength. Fire spreads across its arm, leaping into the air. Okay. Not the response the wraith was looking for. Arthur clamps his mouth shut and hunches down so he’s less of a target. The crazy man sniggers, standing and forcing the wraith backwards, making an exaggerated calming motion.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea. After you finish helping me sort out my side of the bargain like you promised, I’ll see what I can do about his memory loss free of charge. I may or may not have a few additional tricks up my sleeve.”

“What do you think?”

The wraith maintains its glare, moving its focus off Arthur for a moment. While the two appear to be working together it’s obviously not out of friendship. Arthur takes their laps in attention as a chance to pull at the cuffs again, testing both his wrists and ankles with more urgency. Twisting his neck, he subtly eyes the trees and foliage around the clearing. His best chance would be to follow the road back the way they’d come in. Maybe, he could break his metal wrist and slip out of the cuffs securing his hands. Unfortunately, that’s not a strategy he can use on his ankles.

“Fine…” The wraith finally snaps, its angry tone drawing Arthur’s attention back to the conversation. “But if you hurt Vivi…” The threat is left open.

Arthur freezes and his stomach flips uncomfortably. How did this wraith know Vivi?

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt your girlfriend. Cross my heart and hope to die. All I want is the dog.”

Girlfriend? Vivi hadn’t been in a relationship since…since…No. Arthur shakes his head not liking where that logical train of thought is taking him. If these kidnappers knew about him then they definitely knew about Vivi as well. This had to be part of the set up somehow. It was designed to mess with him. But, if that’s the case, then why does something feel wrong. There is something off about all of this beyond his kidnapping that Arthur’ is just not getting…Why is just thinking so hard all of a sudden?

The ghost wavers, still angry but apparently content for the time being. Now it is deliberately not looking at Arthur, turning to drift away. Instead, two of those small pink spirit blobs appear and proceed to glare at him in the wraith’s place.

Arthur wishes he could massage his head because it feels like his brain is on fire.

Note: A random whumptober continuation. also going to be crossposting this on ao3

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #whumptober prompts continued #gunpoint au #arthur kingsmen #Lewis pepper #???#asehole demon is an ashole #whump #injury #descriptions of violence #angst #kidnapping #hurt arthur #ghost lewis #kind of dark i guess maybe?#the lewis and ??? team-up no one asked for

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