#i have a lot of stuff on my plate rn but i sat here and doodled for like an hour and a half just to get some of it out of my system

[bedazzledpiss]

I want to draw these but my hands are not cooperating rn so here's so Mumscarian crafting headcanons!!

Mumbo sews and embroiders! He tailors his own suits and makes a lot of his own clothes because he loves to work with fun prints and different patterns. However he loves making pretty flowy dresses often for Scar but he has a few for himself.

Grian knits, not crochets, knits. Mumbo and Scar often get them confused and Grian is very quick to correct them. Y'know his famous red jumper? Yep he made that, and 5 more in the same color but with slightly different patterns. He also makes so so many mittens, hats and scarves. Mumbo and Scar have so many pairs and they keep getting more.

And Scar of course! Scar paints and does pottery. His garage is basically a pottery studio at this point as he loves making plates and bowls and silly stuff like little sculptures of Jellie.

Often you'll find Mumbo and Grian sat on the couch in their craft room together. Mumbo mending a hole in one of his shirts and Grian probably knitting another hat.

Scar is bad at portraits, like really bad. His main strength is landscapes but he tries very hard to paint his boyfriends and sure the proportions are a bit weird but the boys love them all the same.

Sometimes when Mumbo is in a crafting mood but doesn't know what to sew he'll just grab someone's clothes and start embroidering the first flower that comes to mind. It's always a fun surprise to see a little bundle of lilacs on your shirt right?

#hermitshipping #hermitcraft headcanons #mumscarian #chit chats

[bringmefoxgloves]

(vent cw)

i really hate myself rn. i need to wash my bedding cause it feels gross but my step dad is washing the entire high school football team’s uniforms. i want to rip off this heart monitor even though i have one more day on it and i want to feel clean and normal and not hate how my hair looks and that i’m sweating so much, so i always feel gross. my room and this house feel disgusting and stresses me out and yet my room is the only place i can hide.

and i just now sat out in the kitchen eating something i fear will affect my tummy (chicken alfredo which has a lot of cheese but i forgot my lactaid) and trying to hold back my physical cringing at how loud my younger brother was yelling directly in my ear as he was telling a story to my mom on my other side.

it something about his wallet disappearing from the locker room because my step dad snagged it so it wouldn’t get stolen and how he was ready to beat up any kid who took it (they were all freshmen and he’s a senior) and then blew up on my step dad for taking it. i think my younger brother honestly has anger issues in how he was ready to employ violence as his first instinct.

and then as soon as i finished my plate i stood up, felt dizzy as my family immediately commented on me getting up so fast without talking to them. i told them i was tired, i just wanted to get the hand washes done while i had energy left as i was fading fast. which lead to my brother bringing up last night and then i had to expel more energy i didn’t have to defend myself against my brothers half assed apology as i tried to explain what happened. all for my step father and mother to say that ‘this seems to be a communication issue’ and take his side and it fell on me and *i* should have informed my brother that i was going to bed.

however, i told my parents i was going to bed early because my younger brother was still on an hours long facetime call with his girlfriend (who he drove to see… overnight? like he stayed over with her. wtf. so it’s fine for him, a 17 year old, to do that when you never would have let me do the same if i had asked when i was his age? i smell some sexism here) and wasn’t available for me to tell. i fucking told someone, i told my brother but he was too eager to get back to his facetime with his girlfriend to listen to me as i half sobbed from my bed when he woke me up with a pound on my door, i told him that i was too- and that’s all i could get out before he slammed the door last night telling me to just do the dishes. so i told someone, he just didn’t fucking listen because i must be lazy or trying to avoid chores.

i would have assumed my mom or maybe my step father (but who am i kidding. he’s not done hand washes if someone else cooks in years) to help cover for me but they didn’t, last night they just watched another episode of the good doctor and went to bed. or maybe i just wanted my younger brother to do them (he had a standing offer to do all the dishes if i was tired a few days ago? guess that has been rescinded) but no.

instead i had my entire family telling me this was my fault while i was trying to shakily walk around to put stuff away in the kitchen. they finally shut up when i told them it took me two whole hours to do the dishes last night. and then my step dad muttered under his breath that he could hear how long i was doing dishes last night. like i was still the problem.

but i’m now on my bed and i just want to cry but i won’t because someone will come in and try to comfort me and ask what’s wrong and i can’t explain it without sounding ungrateful and entitled and weird and asking too much from my family and this fucking world

my entire scalp itches and i should finish repairing the pants i wanted to wear to pride which is in three days but i don’t know if i’ll have the energy. i also signed up for two volunteer shifts at pride cause i thought i would have more energy but this week has just been fucking draining me. i don’t want to let people down, i don’t want to miss out on my community, but i’m afraid i won’t be able to summon up the energy. i know i will crash afterwards for sure.

i can feel myself on the verge of a meltdown and i am in sensory overload mode cause my brother played such loud music in the shower that i could clearly hear it in my room, and everyone eating and talking made me want to scream, and now my parents are watching another good doctor episode in the living room with the sound up so loud. i stg i’m going to break.

today i still had to clean up after everyone just leaving random dishes out and crap scattered around cause i’m still the live in housekeeper as an adult child not paying rent, my bank account is empty (i have less than two dollars in there but i’m scared of asking my parents for more money cause i see my brother taking more money from them while they say we have to tighten our finances), i can’t get a job because of my health. i want to continue in my plans of opening my own business but i don’t know how i will with everything going on.

i’m scared and uncomfortable with how weak my legs are, i just want some time alone and to rest. i want my own space without anyone breathing down my neck, without judging me, without thinking if i just applied myself i could do things. i want someplace without my step dad asking me if i have more energy now, as if that answer will change right now in the conditions i’m in. someplace where i didn’t have my mother going on a new diet kick or shaking some alternative medicine that will surely cure my long covid and fix my gut microbiome (because if i fixed my gut i would get all my energy back and be normal again, it will fix whatever is wrong with me, cure me and make me normal again) in my face.

i want a place where i could eat at the table without feeling like i’m in the middle of a battle field and i can hear everyone’s chewing and breathing like they’re right in my ear, a place where my brother won’t walk in on me naked in the bathroom (because that happened today). a place i could shut my door without being called antisocial and leave it open without everyone coming to ask me to do something for them.

i want a place i could be alone, where i could spread out and inhabit my own space, someplace i could eat and make my own food, control what is in the cupboards and fridge, that i could lay on the floor and stim freely, a place where i didn’t have five pets assaulting my nose and demanding attention and getting hair everywhere.

a place i could use a shower stool without being called lazy or over exaggerating, someplace i could use a wheelchair because i desperately need to, someplace i could have things laid out to assist me rather than hinder me.

someplace i could dress as i want/have my hair as i want with no one questioning what my gender is. someplace i could have my own private sexual life and not have to answer my brother’s questions about my sexual orientation and identity and what i have done or listen to him boast about his conquests.

i want my own place, independent and stable and safe for a disabled and neurodivergent person like me.

but the world isn’t set up for that.

i look at other people my age or even younger who are in better places, with better jobs, living on their own, able to care for themselves and it just feels so unfair that i can’t have that. that my mind and my body aren’t set up to operate like that without a lot of help.

i know i will need help for a long time yet and it’s clashing with my desire for independence. i’m fucking 26 and living in my parents house. but i still need to stay here cause in two years my top surgery will take place and i have no one else to care for me.

i feel like i’m stuck in amber and going fucking nowhere.

i’m just…. i’m so tired. i know i’ll be fine eventually, all’s well that ends well and if it isn’t well yet it isn’t over and all that, i know. i know i just have to be patient but i’m tired.

anyways thanks for reading and i’m certain i will feel better tomorrow.

#wes babbles #sorry for the super long vent. it’s write this or sob until i feel like puking and for reasons in the vent i don’t want to do that

[noro-noro-noro]

had a lot of dreams again but i only remember the very last 2

1. trying to order food in a scary restaurant 2. watching an instagram reel w my sister called “every type of spider in terraria” they added new spiders

first i was at a hotel or something, but my car was ???? no food ???? i was walking around in the city at like 4am & passed a combination gas station/restaurant. it was packed. some of the people looked a little sketchy but it was a restaurant! food must be good. we’re not here to hang out we’re here to eat. i went in. 

it was serving like burgers & that kind of stuff & they also had desserts! a whole bunch of them!! i was looking for a strawberry pastry. they had a picture of a smoothie on the wall & i was like damn i could absolutely butcher a smoothie rn... so i got in line. my sister & dad were also there suddenly. the line kept moving left and right so i had to find a spot. the text on the mennu was incredibly small & it was also one of those placesthat was like rather than specify what was in the burger it said something like “super bulldog burger” & i was like idk what that is but a regular burger is $1.49 so i guess i’ll do that?? 

this family kept cutting in front of me & i was about to snap. also a super drunk lady was pouring eggnog into people’s wine. she did it flawlessly but like that’s not a good flavor combo. the cash registers were all made of gold btw. when my dad & sister got their orders they went to sit down in the left room. the guy at the register was cute & patient with me when i got to the front & then realized i had no fucking clue what i was doing. i asked what flavor of smoothie there was & he said “we only have oravacto” & i was like uh. (if i ask what that is i’ll look even stupider in front of the cute cashier) & was like ok. i’ll just get that. also a burger, & uhh & then was trying to decide what pastry. there was something claled Fruit Vitamin Cake . i did not want that. 

then some other people cut in line in front of me AGAIN MID ORDER & by the time i got back to the front it was past 6pm & now they were trying to be a classy dining area. they spun the fast foo dmenus around until the nice dinner menu. they did hav ebetter looking pastries though. also this changed the floor to red velvet carpet. iwas a little shocked. 

 there was a different lady at the register when i finally got up there. the other guy was in the back with his buddy doing something. & i was like listen can i still please have my $1.49 burger yo uswitched like 5 seconds ago & she was like no....sorry....no..... & i was like :/ but at least ordered a better chocolate strawberry cake. the guy came out with drinks for hte last family & also my oravacto flavored smoothie, which was literally just like iced tea. 

i asked that guy instead “hey do you still have my burger..can i just get a burger” & he was like oh yeah sure & like pulled a piece of cooked pork chop out of the stove & just threw it on my plate & i was like okay. great! good enough. & went to sit with my sister. 

the left room was very crowded. people were sitting on every square inch of open area. my sister had got a spot under a table so i sat with her. 

2. in the second dream i was with my sister watching some instagram reel called “every type of spider in terraria!” a lot of the video was a friend group fucking around in minecraft venice and throwing shit at each other, but in a llight hearted & fun way! someone threw something called a hoggan that was solid metal at the cameraman & he deflected it with a CLUNK and it floated on the surface of the water, which was like a pretty opaque blue. like the waater from minecraft. the surroundigns were all fine i should clarify that when i say minecraft venice, the streets were canals & the water was minecraft water but the buildings were regular. 

anyway! we watched the video. i don’t remember THAT many, but there were some new ones in there. one was called the pit spider. it was like a golden color & had LONG front legs compared to the rest of the body, & was catchable in a net, but it would also disguise itself as its item drop and then grab you with its legs & poison you. it was displayed in an ice biome.

similar to this actually!!! long legs, golden color. 

there was tarantula!!! tarantula was a critter that was small and cute and you could catch it in a net & put it in a terrarium. i’d put it in my house if i was able to if it was real. they’re rare. 

there was mother tarantula, who stayed in the dark outside of your light range and shot you with small poisonous projectiles. she was unkillable & would show up if you killed a certain # of tarantulas & then NEVER GO AWAY FOR THE REST OF THE GAME. you had to light up every area very thoroughly. sometimes at best you’d see her legs skittering away on the corner of your vision when you light up a new area. if you were in the dark too long you would just die. if you were in a well lit area you wouldn’t have to worry about it.  

honestly that kind of reminded me of the spider boss from Epos, which is by the way still  one of my favorite flash games. Tradda d’Bolve walked solemnly on the hill by his home, unaware of the tragedy that was about to befall him (saving the mailman from wolves)...anyway the spider boss lives in shadow in the abandoned mines. you only see its eyes glinting & 2 of its legs. the mother tarantula didn’t even have that, it was just in the dark forever. 

There was an unnamed type of frost spider that looked more like a horizontally stretched nautilus. it was light blue. it floated around. only its tiny legs would move. it was 6 blocks long & would float above you aimlessly, & peek its eye out if you were near a gap, & then put it away if you moved away from it, for a while before seizing its opportunity when you jumped over a gap & then SLAMMING YOU DOWN INTO IT INCREDIBLY HGIH SPEEDS & even with fall damage reduction items or wings i think you’d still get splatted if you fell far enough. at that point you’re not falling, you’re being hit by a frying pan into the wall. you could kill this one though so it wasn’t too bad. 

- small black recluse (self explanatory) about the size of the summon

- there was a reddish one on land. very large. likel the one from the journey to the center of the earth movie

man that scene fucked me up so bad when that girl exploded.. actually i have to wonder - when i was way younger my parents watched a movie that had the characters exploring some kind of space ship, but there were like spider parasites the size of small dogs running around. that might have been this movie?? i don’t know  i remember being scared. anybody know that movie .th einside of the spaceship was dark blue and poorly lit hope this helps

at the end of the video the dudes were goofing around again ^_^ 

i also woke up & for some fucking reason waas absolutely convinced that harrowhark nonagesimus fought kure raian in the most recent chapter of kengan & i was about to see a billion powerscaling WHO WOULD WIN posts in the subreddit. harrow would win. kure raian is still a prisoner of bones. obviously if he got his hands on her he might rip her in half but she’s survived worse. & he would have to get close without dying. one cut in removal & all his blood is gone bro just like fei 

#dreams

[klmmcqueen]

i watched the funny vampire show and i love them

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #doodles #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #i have a lot of stuff on my plate rn but i sat here and doodled for like an hour and a half just to get some of it out of my system #i caught up with one episode to go in this season #i didn't even know there was a season airing atm so i finished two and didn't watch for like a week and a half before i noticed gifsets #of stuff i hadn't seen on my dash and it was like WAIT #anyway glad to arrive just in time for hiatus lmaoo... #but itll give me something to look forward to next year (presumably) #anyway ranting in the tags of my own post is always classy #what we do in the shadows spoilers #wwdits spoilers #sort of

[jiminrings]

hi bestie how was your day? hAVE YOU SEEN TODAY'S VINCENZO EP?!???

there hasn't been one vincenzo episode that missed my mark and just wow,,,, pls the character development and the upcoming downfall i'm so excited

#also besties :(((( #ok honesty time i'm tearing up from frustration while i'm on my laptop rn lmaooooo #god i'm so stressed with my academics and the fact that i'm carrying this group research paper all alone on my fucking back makes me cry #i've been sleeping at 2 am then waking up at 7 am and at this point im jus :D this has got to stop being normal for me #this day alone i had to do this long-ass chem report that's like 15 pages long and sat in front of my laptop for about four hours long #i'm juggling a lot of things and thoughts if i'm doing enough work and if i'm getting the results i want are being tHUNK AND?!?!????????? #i have a shit ton on my plate but this is my last semester for the school year and it weighs heavier like a lot lot heavier #i might have to put a pause on drabble week day 5 to 7 #i'll write them but like not this week because i'm so overwhelmed and i feel underappreciated if im being honest lmao #i'm so grateful for all the lil notes u give me!!!!! i truly am <3 #i'll release the remainin pieces for drabble week and resume stem koo and stuff when my head's in a better place #give or take a few days we'll see hee-hee thanks besties i jus wanna come here and chat even about writing-related things bUT like #-​not necessarily write if u get what i'm saying : #..... those r my thoughts being thunk

[ray-ray-writings]

drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though. 

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?” 

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.” 

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it. 

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life. 

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted. 

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him. 

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child. 

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child. 

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

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[the-record]

Mother’s Day

A/N: Dad Spencer!!!! Just something super cute because I am tired and totally wanting kids rn. Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot, keep starting new things and then getting distracted. Some cute stuff coming out soon!

Category: Fluff. So. Much. Fluff.

Warnings: Very brief mention of crime, some mentions of food, I think that’s it? 

You were getting ready to go out to the grocery store when you heard your ring tone. *Spencer <3* You smiled and answered it.

"Well if it isn't my favorite genius."

"Hey bub. How are you?" You smiled at the pet name.

"A little tired. How are you? How was that case?" He seemed cheery so you figured it went well but it never hurts to ask.

"It was good. Hostage situation but we got everyone out safely and apprehended the unsub. Listen, can I ask you something?" You felt your nerves get worse.

"Uh yeah of course baby, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? And more importantly, if you wanted to meet my daughter?" You bit you lip and smiled. You thought he was going to break up with you, this was the best thing you had heard in a while.

"I would love to Spence!" You were truly over the moon.

You had heard about his daughter. He adopted her after a case years ago, before you met him. Her parents were both victims but the unsub left her. She was apparently just like her father even if he wasn't her biological father.

"Great. It's totally casual. Just going to order takeout and watch a movie."

"That sounds perfect. I'll head over soon."

"I'll see you soon. I love you."

"Love you too." You hung up and jumped around in joy. You had been over to Spencer's before but she had always been at sleepovers or playdates to it could just be the two of you. You were over the moon. After dating for 3 years, he trusted you enough to let you into his daughters life.

He greeted you at the door. "Hey bub." He placed a short and sweet kiss on your lips before leading you inside and taking your jacket.

"What a gentleman." He lead you into his small house and you saw a little girl sitting on the couch eating pizza.

"Lorelai, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Lorelai." You walked over to the girl and kneeled down by her.

"Hi Lorelai. it's nice to meet you."

"Hi." She was just as shy as her dad which you found cute.

"She's a little introverted." You stood up and smiled at him.

"Well she clearly takes after you." You stood their for a moment staring at him in awe before remembering you brought something with you. You reached into your purse and pulled out a necklace. It was a gold chain with a dainty butterfly on it. "Hey Lorelai, I brought you something." You held out the dainty jewelry to her. "Your dad said you really liked butterflies." She set down her plate a large smile grew on her face.

"Thank you! Can you help me put it on?" You nodded and she came next to you so you could clasp the necklace on her. You let it go and adjusted it so it sat perfectly on her.

"It looks beautiful on you." She smiled and sat back on the couch before returning to her pizza. You noticed a movie playing, Lilo and Stitch.

"Do you want a slice of pizza?" You leaned back into your boyfriend.

"Yeah." You looked up at him. "A piece would be nice, thank you." He kissed the top of your head and went to the kitchen to bring you something to eat. "Lorelai?"

"Rory." You looked at her confused. "Call me Rory, please." You nodded.

"Rory, do you mind if I sit next to you?" She scooched over slightly as an invitation to sit. You sat next to her and watched the movie. Lilo and Stitch was one of your favorites. She seem enticed by the movie and didn't her eyes off the screen for a second. Spencer entered again and smiled at the sight of you and Rory. He handed you a plate and sat next to you. You whispered to him, "She told me to call her Rory." His smiled grew even bigger and he put his arm around your shoulders.

"Daddy?" You both looked over at the little girl who was putting her plate on the coffee table.

"Yeah angel?"

"Can I sit with you and Y/N." You grinned and moved over slightly so she could sit in between you both. She got up and cuddled between you two, resting her head on Spencer. You smiled at the them, silently hoping one day she might be like that with you.

The movie dinners started to become more frequent and Rory started to warm up to you. When you came over she gave you a hug on site. At dinner she would talk to you about school and her friends. The pizza became home cooking. The movies became games. The hangouts became sleepovers. The sleepovers turned into you moving in. And that once shy, introverted girl, was begging you to cuddle and play and chat with her. You heart skyrocketed every time she asked you to play and not her dad. Then the best thing you could ever imagine happened.

“Hey Y/N?” You saw the little girl come around the corner.

“Hey baby what’s up?” You put down the knife you were using to chop up salad.

“Can you make chocolate chip cookies for the party tonight?” You smiled. You made fresh cookies for her to take to school every week in her lunch. 

“Of course. Do you want to help?” Her eyes lit up and she nodded. “Ok. I have a very special recipe,” You pulled down the recipe book in your spice cupboard. “This is my own recipe I came up with when I was just a little older than you.” She started to read the ingredients and got stared while you made dinner for tonight. When you had to wait on the food you helped her with the cookies. You played music and danced with her while the cookies baked. You noticed Spencer in the entry way of your kitchen. “Holy-” You cut yourself off because you hated cursing in front of kids. You pulled the girl to you, her back on your legs. “Spencer how long have you been standing there?” He came over and kissed his daughters head before doing the same to yours.

“Not long. You having fun kiddo?” He picked up Rory in his arms.

“Yeah! Mom let me help her make the cookie dough.” You felt the tears pool in your eyes and tried to blink them back, but one betrayed you and slid down your cheek. It had been a year since you moved in and you and Spencer would be 5 years in a couple of months. Never once did you even think about being called mom. You wiped the stray and checked the cookies, a perfect golden brown. 

“Hey Rory, do you want to come with me to go get ready while your dad finishes up down here for us?” She nodded and ran up the stairs leaving you in the dust. You hugged Spencer. “Did you hear her? She called me mom.” He cupped your face with his hand.

“I can’t wait to hear that name more.” You laughed softly and put your hands on top of his. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too Spencer Reid.”

Little did you know that wouldn’t be your only surprise that night.

You sat upstairs with the little girl. She was putting her air in a ponytail while you did your makeup. You were matching it to your dress. It was a navy blue, long satin dress. You apparently were having a fancy dinner tonight so Spencer said to dress the part. You could never say no to him. You felt a slight tug on your dress.

“Rory what’s up?” You looked at her.

“Can you do my makeup?” You smiled and decided that, yeah, that would be ok. She was only 7 but a little eyeshadow and lip gloss couldn’t hurt. You sat her down in your chair and told her to close her eyes. It was very subtle and natural. Just a little crease definition and some highlight on her inner corners. You put a clear lip gloss on her. 

“Perfect. You look gorgeous. Now go put on your dress ok? I hung it up in your room.” You finished your makeup and threw on some black heels to pair with the outfit. Some gold jewelry and you were all set. You walked down the stairs to see your oh so handsome boyfriend in the kitchen finishing up dinner. 

He was stunned.

You were stunning.

“Wow.” You chuckled softly at his comment.

“Did you see your daughter?” He shook his head and you heard little feet running in. She ran over to you in her light pink dress. You picked her up.

“Wow. My two favorite girls. You both look beautiful.” You blushed a little when he winked at you. You heard the doorbell ring and set down the girl, walking to the door. You saw JJ and her family. 

“Wow, Y/N you look, wow.” You smiled at JJ’s compliment.

“Wow yourself.” You saw Henry and bent down. “Your uncle Spence is in the kitchen.” You winked at him and he darted down to there. “Hey Will. Come in.” You opened the door a little wider so they could come inside. 

“The house looks great. You are really rubbing off on him.” I chuckled slightly.

“I do try. We won’t talk about our bedroom and bathroom though, still under construction.” JJ laughed a little. “Wine?” 

“Please.” You walked into the kitchen and pulled out lots of glasses and some bottles of wine. You poured a glass for yourself and JJ. “Does Will want any?” She shook her head and you looked at kids beside you. “Do you guys need something?”

“Can we have some?” You shook your head at Henry.

“This is big kid juice. Only for the adults. Do you guys want some little kid juice?” They both nodded and you grabbed them each a bottle of apple juice which they ran off with. You walked to the living room with Spencer. Even with heels he still had quite a few inches on you. The doorbell rang and as you stood up to get it Spencer stopped you.

“I got it.” You nodded and sat back down, talking to JJ. 

You heard Penelope, Alex, and Derek come in. They were chatting in the entryway but you couldn’t really define their words but the name Emily caught your interest. You both looked up and saw the wonderful Penelope in a bright fun dress as always. 

“Wow oh wow! Y/N come here!” You stood up and gave Penelope a hug. “It’s been too long.” You nodded in agreement.

“I know! We have to have a girls night soon.” You saw Emily walking in. “Emily?” You pulled her into a hug. “I thought you were in London?”

“I was but I have some time off and Spencer told me you were having dinner tonight so I just had to come.” You smiled. Emily had taken you in as family the moment Spencer introduced you to the team.

“That’s great. I’ll let you talk to everyone but we have a lot to catch up on.” She nodded and you went to the door to see your boyfriend. “Emily’s here.” He nodded. “Alright. What’s going on?”

“What makes you think something is happening?”

“Spencer. You told me this was a fancy dinner. You have been playing with your hands all night and now Emily is here.” He shrugged and lucky for him the doorbell rang. “This is not over.” You opened the door. “Hotch! Hey Jack! Henry and Rory are in the living room.” You hugged Hotch.

“Spencer treating you well I hope?” You nodded.

“Like I’m the only person on Earth.” He smiles a little walks to the living room. He was quickly followed by Rossi. 

“Y/N! How are you kiddo?”

“Hanging in there. Everyone is in the living room. Penelope probably has the wine.” He nodded and you followed him to the living room, but not before locking the door. There was conversation flowing before Spencer announced dinner. You all sat around the table enjoying the food and dessert. Jokes and stories being told. 

You all circled back to the living room. 

“Y/N?” You looked down in to the girl in front of you.

“Hey sweet girl. What’s up?”

“My dad has something to ask you.”

“Ok. One moment.” You turned around and were faced by Spencer, surrounded by candles. “Spencer, what’s going on.” You glanced around nervously but he held your hands.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I met you 5 years ago today. I was at the coffee shop on my day off of work and I saw you sitting there at a little table and all I can remember thinking is, “Wow. She is gorgeous.” So I bought you a cookie and put my number and name on it since I was so bad at talking to people.” You felt tears well up into your eyes. “You ended up calling me about 5 minutes later. I was sitting on a park bench drinking coffee and I answered the call. Thank god for me being a risk taker that day. Your first words to me were, “Hi. I’m Y/N. Turn around.” And that was our first date. Months later, we had been hanging out often and I asked you to be my girlfriend. Years later you met Rory and were only kind to her. I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?” You nodded and hugged him.

“Yes! Yes, 100% yes!” Your friends cheered around you as he placed the ring on your finger. You picked up Rory. “How do you feel about me being your mom?”

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke up from the sun peeking through your curtains. You expected to see someone next to you but were disappointed. These feelings didn’t last long though as you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!”

Your husband walked in holding a tray with food, along side Rory and Emily.

The girls sat on your right. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

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[hufflautia]

Different Love Languages

✨COMMENTS+REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED✨  They motivate me and make me supes happy, so please pretty please reblog and/or comment!! It doesnt even have to be a coherent comment, keysmash if you must! ok fanks go read now and enjoy <3

Summary: Hufflepuff is the type of person to express her love verbally but Slytherin is different; he hardly says “I love you” and Hufflepuff worries that maybe it’s because he doesn’t love her as much as she loves him. Our darling puff will realize that this is simply not the case. People just have different love languages. 

Hufflepuff loved Slytherin. She really did. In fact, she reminded him frequently. 

“I love you,” she chortled during breakfast when Slytherin had cast a spell to make the bacon strips float around in a dancing manner so that she would cheer up after reading depressing news from the Daily Prophet. Another time, she cooed the term of endearment as he held her tightly in his arms, swaying to the sound of music in the background. 

The thing was that Slytherin rarely said “I love you” in the entirety of their relationship. Instead of saying it back to her, he often replied by cupping her cheeks tenderly and leaning in for another kiss. Other times, he responded with a loving smile, his eyes glowing with warmth and infatuation.

It’s not that Hufflepuff thought Slytherin didn’t love her. She could definitely see it in the way that he looked at her, in those stolen glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. She could feel it when he held her close at night, his arms wrapped protectively around her. 

However, a part of her- the small shadow of doubt within her heart that told her that Slytherin didn’t care for her as much as she did for him- just wished for some kind of affirmation, a clear signal that said, “I love you.” 

One day, Hufflepuff and Slytherin sat side by side in Potions class, listening to Professor Slughorn drone on and on about Felix Felicis. She was absentmindedly staring at the board when Slytherin slid his notes in front of her so that she could see the doodle he drew on the side of his paper. 

*Credit: Beastflaps*  

Hufflepuff bit her lip to suppress a laugh and squeezed his hand 3 times.  

Unfamiliar with the motion, Slytherin asked what the squeezes meant.

“It means I love you,” she whispered. Her voice was soft so that Professor Slughorn didn’t overhear their conversation.  

Nevertheless, Slytherin heard every word. A smile tugged at his lips and he immediately squeezed it back. He didn’t just stop there; he repeated the gesture about 6 times- and Potions class hadn’t even ended yet. 

From that day forward, Slytherin constantly told her I love you. Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for Quidditch practice, during breakfast when she passed him a plate of toast, and after he walked her back to the dormitory. 

Aside from that, he would occasionally tap out the gesture with his finger. 

Tap tap tap. 

Hufflepuff looked up from her book and made eye contact with Slytherin from across the room. She knew what it meant. She always did. 

Slytherin said I love you all the time now, more often than Hufflepuff’s verbal “I love you”. 

She realized that he had a different love language from her, and that was ok. It was the love itself that mattered. 

On their wedding day, as the officiant performed the ceremony, Hufflepuff looked up at Slytherin with adoration. “I love you,” she whispered. 

He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand four times. 

I love you too. 

~

Based on a true story! If you can’t see the link that I attached, here it is: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/Marriage/comments/ahb1c1/sometimes_i_forget_my_husband_has_a_different/ 

MASTERLIST ~(˘▾˘~) (click my profile to see the pinned post, aka my masterlist, if you cant see the link) 

Author’s note: YAYAY HI!!! DID YOU LIKE THAT?? 

probably yall @ me rn lmaoaoao

You might be wondering why i wrote this one-shot. There was no special occasion this time, I just got a bonk of inspiration one day. also i felt bad for reblogging my ice skating oneshot so much (i did it to respond to other peoples reblogs) and i sent an ask to my favorite fanfic writer, asking her about what happens if i reblog my own work and if it pushes my fanfic up the algorithm, and she answered my question but also said that she usually deletes her reblogs bc her followers would probably get annoyed if they kept seeing the same work over and over again. i felt bad bc i had just done that, and i didnt want yall to constantly see the same fanfic all the time, so i wanted to give u something new. also i was thinking back on that person who said that my writing was sporadic (they werent trying to be mean). Sporadic basically means spaced out and occuring at different intervals. i felt bad bc my writing is definitely spread out by one month for some reason. im not sure what this means for next month bc i never write 2 fanfics in one month. does this mean that i wont write a fanfic for november? hopefully not. ok that sounds sad, im sure it doesnt but who knows bc the college process thingies is killing me 

I wrote out the general details of the story at 1 am one night when i was trying to sleep lmaoao heres a screenshot: 

This is basically how I write for most of my fanfics at first, it consists of the general info along with some specific details.

At first, the one-shot was gonna be a drabble (aka a story that’s only 100 words long) but when I finished writing it, I went to wordcounter to check the number of words and it was 500! i was like oop ok im just gonna call it a oneshot then. i wrote part of the story on sunday morning and then i went to exercise in the park with my sister. afterwards, i wanted to keep working on it but then i became swamped with college stuff so i stopped. i started writing again today (its monday, but im posting it on tuesday, aka today for you- or maybe not if ur not reading this on the day that i posted it) and i surprisingly finished- but that was probably a bad idea to be writing the oneshot during this week because i have a lot of exams, but lets look at the bright side, i finished the story!

I didn’t think of the idea completely on my own. I actually read the reddit story (found it in a thread on insta) a few years ago, and I don’t know why but I was thinking about it that night and I decided to make a one-shot out of it! Isn’t it such a sweet story (the actual story, not this)?? It would be kinda nice if I reached out to the person and said, hey i wrote a story based on you and ur husband! 

Anyways, I just made a meme: 

i didnt actually get up, i just opened the notes app on my phone in the dark and wrote the details down. 

this isn’t related but i made a meme about the ice skating oneshot:

I’m gonna cut the authors note short (i usually write a lot. its funny when u go back and see my authors note in chapter 1 of the slytherpuff series, bc its so so short. wowza, times have rlly changed!) bc i think i have at least 2 exams tomorrow. this is gonna be me when i post this one-shot in the morning: 

bc i have to wake up early and i am most definitely not a morning person:/ OH GOD OK I HAVE TO STUDY NOW- 

Love you all, thank you for reading! TOODELOOOOOOO

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[professional-idiocy]

On Thin Ice - pt. 3

Yeah yeah, I’m slow with stuff. In my defense test week was a bitch and math SUCKS. Especially when you have to deal with this sadistic program called ViLLE that’s supposed be “helpful” with teaching math. If you ever see that name run for the hills. 

Pt. 1, Pt. 2 - Next

Taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain, @whoopsalittlewhumpy, @uncooly-supreme-whump 

TW: Mentions drowning and burns. Colby is a huge mess with a lot of issues with self-worth. Also torture cause Rosa is a bitch

Kevin didn’t know what to think. He was sitting on his couch with a sleeping villain snuggled close. He sighed continuing to pet Colby’s hair. At least he didn’t hate him. If he’d just gotten lost earlier Colby wouldn’t have been tortured for months.

He was in way over his head. He didn’t know anything about treating injuries. He’d just copied something he’d seen on TV! He was severely underqualified for this. He was a journalist, he wrote articles, he wasn’t exactly the best for whatever this situation was.

He needed to think. He had a person who’d been tortured. He had evidence of the injuries and the condition he’d found Colby in. He also had evidence it was a hero who’d done this.

He needed to get a doctor to look at Colby. That would definitely be important. Where would he even find a doctor? Especially someone who wouldn’t mind Colby was a villain…

Selena! That was it. She had a doctor friend who would probably be willing to help them. He took out his phone being careful to not wake up Colby continuing to softly pet his hair.

Kevin frowned when some dried blood got stuck in his hand. It made him feel horrible, his sister had done all this. His sister had tortured someone. It made him feel nauseous. Rosa had always stood up and protected him as a kid, but to do this to another person was horrifying…

Enough.

First, he’ll help Colby, and later he needed to ask his sister to explain why he would hurt Colby. Right now the best way to help Colby was to get a doctor here.

He sent Selena a message. He really hoped it wouldn’t go south.

Hey, I’m a pickle right now. Would your doctor friend be willing to help a villain?

I kinda took one in. He was tortured by a hero. Please don’t tell anyone. He’s really fragile rn. Also tell her I’m also willing to pay

Soon enough Selena responded, easing his worries.

You mean Ellie?

Knowing her she will gladly help, especially if the patient is a villain. I blame “the cat” for that.

I’ll text her number tomorrow once I’ve given her a heads up.

It’s 10pm so try to sleep

Kevin sighed in relief. Everything went well and he was also getting tired. He should definitely sleep while he had the chance. The couch was decently comfortable, and he really didn’t want to wake Colby up. He yawned softly while Colby clung to him, sleeping contently.

Kevin shot up hearing a soft yelp combined with a thud. He scanned the room only to find Colby on the floor trembling while crying.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to fall asleep, a- and I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t mean to. Please- please believe me I’m sorry” Colby begged kneeling on the floor. Kevin frowned muttering curses under his breath. Rosa had done a number on him and he hated it.

“It’s fine, you aren’t in trouble. I know you must be really stressed but believe me you aren’t in trouble” Kevin said as softly as possible, hoping to get a more positive reaction out of Colby, which it did. Well, to some extent. He fearfully waited before sniffing and wiping away tears.

“I’m sorry”

“I know. Do you wanna get onto the couch for me?” Kevin said softly, trying to get the terrified villain to trust him.

“I can stay on the floor, sir” Kevin frowned at that but as soon as he showed even a hint of displeasure Colby seemed to freeze in fear. He quickly scooped Colby up before sitting him on the couch.

“There you go. It’s much better, right?” Kevin asked as Colby nodded still keeping an eye on him, worried he’d done something wrong.

“I’m going to go make breakfast. Do you have any allergies?” Colby shook his head as Kevin smiled softly petting his hair, which he seemed to enjoy a lot. If leaning into the touch was anything to go by. He got up, leaving for the kitchen, doing his best to ignore how sad Colby looked, making him feel like he’d just abandoned a kitten.

He sighed once he was sure Colby wouldn’t hear or see him. This was going to be a lot of work, but Colby was adorable. First, he needed food for both, then get Colby to take a bath, call Ellie and ask if she could come and take a look at Colby.

Sandwiches would do, right? It’s not like he had anything else here, he was supposed to go to the store yesterday, but Colby had kinda ruined that plan, besides he can just order takeout. He smiled at the sandwiches, they looked like crap. He wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but it would have to do for now.

Colby really didn’t know what to think. Kevin had been so nice even when he’d done something wrong. Miss Rosa would’ve never forgiven him for assuming anything. Instead, Kevin had gently pet his hair and now was making breakfast. He really wanted to know how he needed to repay it all.

He jumped back to awareness when Kevin came back with four sandwiches on two different plates. He tilted his head curiously as Kevin smiled handing him a plate. He held onto the plate confused as Kevin sat next to him eating. Colby mimicked his actions before carefully taking a bite out of the sandwich.

He couldn’t help but to smile. It was amazing and tasted so good! He really wanted to repay him already. If he didn’t, he would be horrible and selfish. He gulped the sandwich down before carefully turning to Kevin. He didn’t know what Kevin wanted for this. He froze as Kevin just pet his hair smiling softly. It was nice.

Colby took the other sandwich, carefully trying to stuff it on Kevin’s plate. Maybe Kevin would like it if he gave him the food back? He was full anyway and didn’t deserve this much. Kevin smiled as Colby finally got the sandwich to fit.

“Are you full already?” Kevin asked softly and Colby nodded. He smiled taking the sandwich and putting it back on Colby’s plate, much to his surprise, but he didn’t hopefully let it show.

“You know you can save the sandwich for later. You don’t need to give it to me” Colby let his expression slip into one of surprise before nodding. So that wouldn’t work. He couldn’t just give his food to Kevin. So, he needed to find another way to repay him for the mercy he’d been shown.

“I- I can take care of the dishes” Colby said, trembling softly. He needed- no he wanted to be useful.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it, after I’ve prepared a bath for you and then we’ll check on the wounds” Kevin said as Colby nodded quickly before he could hesitate. Kevin got up leaving for what Colby assumed was the bathroom.

He sat on the couch, mind racing through all the scenarios. A bath meant water and Kevin could use water to hurt him in so many ways. Kevin could hold his head underwater and he knew he was too weak to resist. Cold water could cause shock and hypothermia, but if the water was too hot, he’d be burned.

He deserved it though, unlike the people he’d hurt for Alaric. He was just doing as ordered but he’d hurt people. He didn’t even remember their names or faces. They were all just people Alaric had wanted information from.

Miss Rosa was right.

He really was a monster.

A simple “Are you alright?” broke through his thoughts making him snap into attention. No-one had asked that before. It made him feel warm and fuzzy.

“I mean, you were crying just now” Kevin said softly as Colby blinked before quickly wiping the tears away.

“I’m fine” he whispered weakly as his voice escaped him. Kevin smiled ruffling his hair. Maybe he just needed to be small and cute for Kevin? He did seem to like it when he snuggled close. It that was the case, he really didn’t mind the warmth and closeness of another person.

“Alright then. I got the bath ready, but do you need help? I mean you can barely walk” Kevin asked awkwardly as Colby watched him carefully.

“I can’t put much weight on my legs, but I’ll be fine. You don’t have to waste your time with me”

“Alright” Kevin said picking Colby up who clung to him in surprise “I already prepared everything and left clothes you can borrow” Colby nodded clinging to Kevin in confusion. He didn’t really know what Kevin wanted and it was best to not speculate too much. He knew for a fact Kevin wanted him to be entertaining thanks to Miss Rosa’s clue since he’d be returned when he became boring.

He needed to avoid that.

Kevin sighed taking a sip out of his tea. He really didn’t know a thing about this. He’d called Ellie who’d promised to come tomorrow to take a look and give him some advice. It was reassuring but he really hoped Colby was fine he’d left him to take care of himself. He should be fine, but it still worried him. Colby was practically helpless in his current state.

As soon as he thought that he heard a soft thud just outside the bathroom. He put his tea down on the table rushing to the bathroom only to see Colby on the floor, helplessly looking up at him. He’d never noticed it before due to all the dried blood, but he was way too thin! He was literally nothing but skin and bones!

Was his sister always this cruel?

It was disgusting to think Rosa would do something lik­­­e this. His thoughts were brought to a halt as Colby looked up at him in terror before beginning to cry and apologize for bothering him.

He looked so small and fragile as the too large shirt kept slipping off his shoulder. Why would Rosa hurt someone like him? He looked so small and young as he trembled looking at him in terror.

Wait, did Colby think he was mad at him?

Shit.

He knelt in front of Colby as he watched in fear of something. This whole situation made him feel terrible, confused, and icky. He needed to do something.

“Shhh, it’s fine you did nothing wrong” he said softly as Colby just kept crying softly still apologizing. He reached out to run a hand through Colby’s hair only for Colby to suddenly cling to him.

“Please, I know I might be a bit troublesome but please don’t give me back to Miss Rosa. I’ll promise I’ll do my best to repay you” He begged clinging to him, Kevin held him close, gently wiping away Colby’s tears as he watched silently in a mix of surprise and fear.

“It’s fine. I’m not giving you back to her, ever” He said as Colby breathed a sigh of relief before snuggling closer to Kevin. He would never let this precious bean be hurt again.

#whump #whump writing #original whump #On Thin Ice #you're stuck in here with me pal #implied torture tw #torture tw #villain whumpee #civilian caretaker #hero villain whump #original writing

[moonlit-imagines]

Even Titans Get Sick

Jason Todd x reader

warnings: cough medicine?

a/n: listen im so serious rn, taking care of an s/o when their sick is so sweet, also i had to make sure i got this 100% accurate pls dont make fun of me for covering all the bases

prompt: anonymous: “Can I request a titans Jason Todd imagine where the reader gets sick and Jason takes care of her. Lots of cute fluff please!”

Dick was fixing up breakfast in the early morning, not paying much attention to the younger lot of the Titans who were forced to watch the morning news. Jason smelled burning and joked to the rest of the team, earning a few muffled chuckles.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Dick asked from the kitchen and heard a bunch of shushes, then noticed something after a quick headcount. “We’re missing someone, where’s y/n?”

“Uh, I don’t think they’re up yet.” Jason answered and sat up in his seat.

“Go check on them.” Dick instructed and Jason complied, it wasn’t like you to miss the morning news. Usually, you were up before anyone else. Jason knocked on your door and got no answer, so he slowly creaked the door open and saw you spread out in bed.

“Y/N?” He whispered and you let out a moan. “Hey, what’s up?” Jason tiptoed across the room and sat next to you in bed. “Dick’s worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You mumbled through the pillow you placed on your face and Jason pulled it back. “Rude.” Your voice was coarse and your nose was stuffed, you were holding back your coughs, it sort of disgusted Jason.

“You’re sick.” Jason sighed. “Okay, I’ll let Dick know.” He gave you your pillow back. “And I’ll bring you some food.” As Jason exited, he heard you cough into your pillow and cringed, when he reached the living room, he found all the Titans sitting at the table. “Y/N’s sick, I’ll take their plate to them.” He grabbed the plate from your empty place setting and headed back to your room.

“Wait, Jason.” Dick halted him and got up from his seat, walking towards the fridge. “Bring them some orange juice, too.” He pulled your favorite mug from the cupboard and poured the juice into it. “They have a cold?”

“I think so.” Jason shrugged and grabbed the mug. “I can take care of them.”

“Alright, good. Uh, I’ll make some tea for them, too. Humidifier is in the back of the linen closet, you know where the cold medicine is, try and get y/n out of bed in a while so you can wash their sheets.” Dick listed out each task for Jason and he rolled his eyes at his new itinerary, but he knew what he signed up for and he just wanted to make you feel better.

“Got it, see you in a little while.” Jason made it to your room and masterfully opened the door with his elbow, letting himself in and finding you turned upside down in bed. “Hey, y/n, I brought you some breakfast.” He sat the dishes on your desk and moved the nest of blankets, pillows, and hair from your face.

“Noooo, too bright.” You whined as he cleared off your bed.

“Y/N, there’s almost no light in here.” Jason looked at you with a very concerned expression. “Do you want my sunglasses or something?”

“No.” You rolled over and pushed yourself off the bed. “That’s okay. Thanks for breakfast.” You rubbed your eyes and shuffled over to your desk while wrapped in your blanket.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna wash your sheets and get a few things for you, I’m gonna need that blanket.” Jason started gathering up your pillowcases, blankets, and sheets.

“But I’m cold.” You frowned after you took a sip of orange juice, there was a drip of orange juice running down your chin, you used the blanket to wipe it off.

“I’ll bring you one of mine, okay?” Jason held all your covers in his arms and you silently agreed, throwing the dirty blanket on top. “I’d kiss you, but I don’t wanna get sick. Love you.”

“You too.” You mumbled and sniffled. Jason threw all your stuff in the washer and went on to retrieve the rest of the items you needed. First, he grabbed the humidifier, then made a stop in his room to grab the fuzzy blanket he refused to admit he had, and finally went to the medicine cabinet to get you some cough syrup. He stumbled back into your room, tripping over the cord to the humidifier and his blanket, then handed you the medicine cup. “Thanks.” You coughed into your arm and accepted the cup.

“Shit,” Jason dropped the rest, “I forgot to grab tissues.” He facepalmed at his failure as wrapped his blanket around you.

“You’re so sweet.” You smiled through your pain...then sneezed and sniffled while watching Jason set up the humidifier.

“You know, you’re really cute when you’re sick.” Jason chuckled and turned it on.

“And you’re really cute when you’re catering to my every need.”

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[talk-geek-to-me]

Betrayal

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader. eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety. depression, abandonment, hella angst man, fluff, second-hand embarrassment, swearing, some violence, but it’s super mild. I think that’s about it.

Word Count:4,359 (I’m so not sorry)

Disclaimer: I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out!! Life’s kinda really crazy rn. I’m moving across the country and I’m trying to keep up with school. It’s a super busy life rn. But I really hope you guys enjoy it!! It’s probably not as good as I hyped it up to be. There is totally enough room for me to make a part 2 but, Idk. With how I left it, I think it doesn’t need it. But I hope you guys love it as much as I do!! @buckysknifecollection​ prompt is in bold.

*** = time has passed

~~~= same day. different perspective 

"I'll be back, I promise" Steve caressed your cheek, lips quickly brushing against yours, pulling away just as fast as they came. He staggered away from you, getting one last look.

Your brows pulled together in confusion, eyes searching his blue ones, only finding determination instead of love and care that was there a few days ago. You watched him hug Bucky and head towards the Quantum Tunnel.

Once Steve was in place, he glanced at you, heartbreaking at your confused stare. He knew if he had given you a real kiss, he wouldn't find it in him to go back. He knew he wouldn't be able to provide the answers to your questions you'll be cursed with.

"Gonna miss you buddy" Bucky stood next to you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

"It's gonna be ok Buck" your gaze snapped between the super soldiers.

"What?" You stepped away from Bucky, looking at Sam for an answer, only for him to meet your gaze with an equally confused look.

"Going Quantum in 5...4...3..2..1" Bruce counted.

"Wait-" You stepped towards the machine. You felt a cold hand wrap around your wrist, gently tugging you back. You snapped your head to Bucky, finding his baby blue eyes are filled with sadness and guilt. You stopped struggling.

"Bringing him back in 5..4..3..2..1" Bruce pushed a series of buttons before looking up at the platform to find it empty.

"Where is he?" Sam barked, eyes flicking to you before going to Bruce.

"I don't know, he must've blown past his time" panicking, Bruce began typing different combinations in hopes it would do something.

A few seconds passed, but to you, it felt like hours before your hope vanished and was replaced with pain. Your heart breaking when you realized that Steve left you for her.

Tears pricked your eyes, compromising your vision. A ringing filled your ears, muffling the conversation around you.

Turning on your heel, you quickly made your way towards the cabin, tears now spilling into hot streams down your cheeks. You yanked own the screen door just to slam it shut behind you. The echo of it made Sam and Bucky turn towards where you had disappeared.

"How long do you think she'll be upset?" Bucky sighed, the guilt in his eyes traveling to his heart.

"I don't know man, I don't know.. She'll need us though. C'mon, we gotta catch her before she leaves us here" Sam made his way towards the cabin, stopping to put the shield by the door.

Stepping inside, Sam found you scrambling around, grabbing your jacket, bag and the car keys that had been discarded on the coffee table before you had ventured to the platform.

"Y/N" Sam stepped in front of you, hands up, showing he meant no harm. His voice soft. "You're not suitable to drive, please let me."

You glanced at him before your eyes landed on the Brunette leaning against the car. He immediately opened his arms for you. 

Lips quivering, you placed the keys in Sam's hand and bounded down the stairs and straight into Bucky's arms. Safely in his arms, your shoulders began to shake, and sobs broke out of your throat. His hand cradled the back of your head, keeping you close. Tears formed in his eyes, making him hide his face in your hair. He didn’t feel the same pain you felt, but he did know how you were feeling. Steve didn’t just leave you, he left him, Sam, his friends, the family he created here. 

Sam had made his way to you two when you felt another pair of arms wrap around you. It was going to be hard, but you can get through this... Together.

***

Due to the compound getting rebuilt and thanks to Sam’s good heart, he took you and Bucky to his DC home. Even when you reassured him that you’d be fine and find your own place to stay, but he insisted you stay with him.

Inevitably, you locked yourself in the room Sam had given you. Bucky had tried to get you to come out, but each try left him with silence. Eventually, he’d leave a tray of food out your door, checking every few hours to see if you’d eaten any. At first, you didn’t. Soon enough, he’d found the plate had been picked at.

It was weeks, 3 to be exact, before you decided to venture out of your room. 

Sam was the first person to greet you one Friday morning. He handed you a cup of coffee and wrapped an arm around you in a side hug.

“How are you holding up?” He ruffled your hair before he moved back to the other side of the counter.

“I’m okay, been sleeping a lot, crying... Ya know, depression stuff” Bringing the cup to your lips, reveling in the warmth the coffee provided as it coursed through your body before it settled in your stomach. You scanned the house, looking for a certain Super Soldier. “Where’s Bucky?”

“Dimwit went on a milk run. We were running out of ideas of bringing you out of that room.” He places a small bowl of yogurt Parfait in front of you.

“Dimwit?” You giggled over a mouthful of berries and yogurt.

“He’s been getting on my nerves.” 

As if on queue, Bucky steps through the front door, drawing all attention to him. His eyes met yours, and a smile blessed his lips.

“Oh my god," He quickly set the bags down, the sound of plastic bags and cans hitting the table filled the room before he quickly made his way to you. Engulfing you in a hug, he lifted you off the barstool and twirled around earning giggles to escape your lips. “When did you come out of your room?” He sat you back on the stool, stealing your coffee in the process.

“Actually, just about 20 minutes ago.” He glanced at Sam, who confirmed your statement with a nod.

“Good! I bought movies and junk food. So, go” He pulled you off your chair “Go shower and change”

“Please!” Sam laughed as Bucky pushed you in the direction of the bathroom.

“Do I really smell that bad?” You pulled your shirt to your nose, crinkling it. You did smell that bad.

“Sweetheart, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you reek.” Bucky opened the door and lightly pushed you into the entryway.

“Wait, I don’t have any clothes” You turned to make your way back to your room, but the Assassin was in your way.

“Don’t. I’ll do it. Just shower” He pressed his lips to your forehead, and quickly padded off to your room.

You turned towards the mirror, your brows were slightly raised, mouth turned in a slight smile, and cheeks faintly dusted with pink. “What the fuck just happened?” you questioned. Sighing when you got no answer, you turned on the shower and waited for it to warm.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, slowly coming to the realization of how bad you looked. Bags under your eyes from lack of sleep and crying too much, skin pale and greasy, lips insanely chapped that no amount of chapstick would fix. You didn’t look or feel like yourself. Depression turned you into a different person, and you didn’t like her.

Fog crept its way across the mirror, eventually covering your reflection. Letting out a sigh you turned away from the mirror and began undressing.

You were about to step into the shower when a knock came at the door. Quickly wrapping a towel around yourself, you opened the door enough for you to see who it was.

“Um, I brought clothes” Bucky mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but you, a light blush cascading across his cheeks.

“Easy there Sarge, don’t get too excited” You giggled, taking the neatly folded clothes. Fingers brushing against his, sending another shade of red up his neck. “Thank you, Bucky”

“Yea, of course, um..I’m just gonna” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder indicating he was going to leave.

Nodding, you closed the door and laid out the clothes. Noticing that he didn’t bring you jeans but had brought you your favorite joggers and a tank top, made you smile. One that reached your eyes.

“He cares”

***

Stepping into the living room, you found the boys dressed the same; sweatpants and t-shirts. They were standing in the middle of the living room, yelling at each other. Movies scattered on the coffee table, food placed in the middle. 

Giggling, you moved around Sam and plopped down on a couch and scanned through the selection. 

You popped it in the DVD player and let the opening scene stop the bickering behind you.

"The Mummy?" Sam question

"Yes, because you two wouldn't shut up. So please, sit down and enjoy the beauty of Brendan Fraiser." 

It went on like this for weeks. Watching movies, arguing who got to pick the movie.

Soon enough, you started feeling better, well enough that you started jogging with the boys in the morning. 

***

It was 5 am when Wanda called you, pulling you from a blissful sleep.

"Maximoff, I swear, if you're not dying, I'll kill you." You huffed, moving towards the heat source in your bed.

Laughing at your empty threat, you could hear Strange tell her to calm down even though he was chuckling himself. "The compound is finished, you guys can move in today"

"You couldn't wait till a decent hour to tell me this?" You groaned. Feeling an arm wrap around your middle, you looked up finding confused baby blue eyes locked onto your features. 

"Wanda" You mouthed earning a nod from the super-soldier. His arm slide up your back and cold metal hand under the strap of your tank top.

"Well, I had just gotten off the phone with Pepper and-" She was still talking but Bucky had plucked the phone out of your hand and pressed it to his ear.

"We'll be there later Wanda, goodnight," Bucky said. You could hear her gasp and begin to talk, only to be cut off by Bucky hanging up.

"Bucky" you lightly scolded as he pulled you closer to him after throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. 

"Sweetheart, its 5 am and I plan on” He moved to hover over you, fitting between your legs, hips resting against yours, forearms supporting him. “Spending a bit more time with you before the sun rises.” 

Smiling at his comment, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands falling into his hair. “Well Sarge, the sun is beginning to rise and Sam will want to know.”

Bucky scanned your face as he brushed stray hair away from your face, smiling softly when you leaned into his touch. “I know. Are you feeling better?

You nodded, pulling him closer to you. “I feel” you brushed his nose with yours “So much better, thank you” 

“My pleasure” He closed the small gap between you with a kiss.

A couple of hours later, you had packed your things and were packing the car when the boys came out of the house, bickering about who's driving. 

"I'm not letting you drive, Grandma, and little miss speedster over there will kill us!" Sam shouted, taking the keys out of Bucky's hand. His head snapped towards you, feigning a hurt expression.

“I’m an assassin!” Bucky exclaimed

"You stole my steering wheel and that makes you an assassin?" Sam joked

"Boys! Listen, you both drive super slow, so I'm driving" Snatching the keys out of Sam's hand, you slide into the driver's seating. 

The drive to the compound was a long one. You may drive fast, but with Sam and Bucky arguing over the music, it felt longer. On many occasions during the drive, you had slapped Sam’s hand away from the radio and asked the boys to stop arguing.

Arriving at the new compound was like arriving at Disneyland. The boys had stopped arguing and stared in awe as you pulled up. It was bigger, more windows, a pool. Everything the old one had, this one had too. It was just bigger.

Parking the car, your door was immediately ripped opened and you were being pulled out into the crisp October air, and into a certain witch’s arms. 

“I missed you so much!” Wanda squealed, tightening her grip on you.

“Wanda, I missed you too. But I think I’m going to miss breathing if you don’t let me go” You wheezed as she released her hold on you. She looped her arm through yours, pulling you away from the car. But not before she shot a glance at Bucky, wiggling her eyebrows as if she knew what had happened the night before.

“What the hell happened last night?” Wanda questioned as she leads you to the compound.

~~~

“Hey,” Sam tossed Bucky his bag “Is she ok?”

“Yea, she was in one of those depression moods that I used to get” He watched you and Wanda interact with each other before Strange came up to the two of you.

“You stayed the night in her room, man. What was that about?”

“She asked me to stay. I wasn’t going to leave her alone with her thoughts” Leaning against the car, Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Sam.

“I see you two getting close,” a smirk was forming on the new Captain’s lips “I saw the kiss before we packed the car” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at the Sergeant. 

“Oh, c’mon man! You weren’t supposed to see that!” exclaimed Bucky as he hit his shoulder, making Sam laugh.

“Ohoho! Then don’t do it in the middle of the living room!” Sam's smirk turned to a wicked grin "And when you kissed her hand in the car, or the time you held her while she made dinner! Or-!" He was cut off when Bucky threw his sweatshirt at him. 

“C’mon man!” Bucky laughed, a light pink dusted his cheeks.

“Or! the shower incident” Sam faked a gasp, a smile broke across his face as the former Winter Soldier turned a bright red.

~~~

“That’s all that happened last night” You explained to Wanda, who didn’t believe you despite what you confirmed.

“Yea? Then why is he turning into a tomato over there” Strange pointed towards the car. 

Turning towards the car, you saw and could hear Sam howling with laughter, and Bucky? Well, Strange was right. Bucky’s face was, in fact, turning into a tomato. 

“I-I don’t know. Sam likes to pick on him sometimes.” You mumbled, brows furrowed together as you watched Sam lean against the car for support and Bucky hide his smile behind his hand.

***

It was around midnight when you decided to sit in the living room, music softly floating through the tv speakers. Footsteps drew closer, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Ya know, it’s not polite to play music without someone who was alive when it came out” Bucky’s voice came closer until you feel the couch dip with his weight, signifying he was sitting next to you.

"I thought you were asleep" You countered, shifting to lean on him, back to his side, your head laid on his shoulder. Bucky had moved his arm around you and had begun tracing designs on your arm.

"I don't sleep when you're not next to me" He mumbled into your hair. Your heart skipping a beat, a blush crept across your cheeks, and you began to relax more against him.

Sitting in comfortable silence, you two were enjoying Frank Sinatra’s Come Fly With Me play when Bucky cleared his throat.

“Wanna dance?” 

You looked up at him, seeing a smirk playing on his lips, making you smile.

“You gonna dance with me as you did with those girls in the 40’s Sarge?” You watched him stand and hold out his hand. “Cause I wouldn’t say no”

“Come here then,” Placing your hand in his, he pulled you to your feet. Sliding his hand around your waist, it rested it on your lower back. His gaze shifted to the distance between you two, and back to your eyes. “We’re gonna have to get a lot closer than this, Sweetheart.” Feeling his grip tighten on your waist, you sucked in a breath when he pulled you closer. Chest pressed against his.

“Now we dance,” Bucky began swaying, his eyes never leaving yours. He led you in a classic waltz, occasionally spinning you, earning giggles to escape your lips.

Pulling you tight against him, you rested your head on his shoulder, your hand falling on his shoulder, savoring the moment. 

“I need to tell you something” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Of course Buck, what’s wrong?” Worry laced your voice

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong. I just need to get something off my chest” Breaking apart from you, he ran his hands nervously through his hair.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” You took a step towards him.

“ty oblegchayesh' zhizn' kazhdyy den', ty vyyavlyayesh' luchsheye vo mne. Ya snova nachinayu chuvstvovat' sebya staroy. ya vlyublyayus' v tebya” Bucky panicked, eyes searching yours.

“Bucky, you’re speaking Russian” Bucky has never seen a more confused face than yours at this moment.

“I panicked!” He exclaimed

“If your plan was to throw me off, then it worked!” You laughed, stepping closer to him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “James, tell me what you said”

Hearing his first name roll off your tongue, made his worry disappear. He wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing little circles in your back.

“I said,” Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes. “You make living every day easier, you bring out the best in me, Sam’s noticed it. I’m starting to fall in love with you Sweetheart. I know it’s not the right time, but I wanted to tell you”

“Bucky-”

“No, I need to tell you. I need you to know and if you don’t feel the same then-”

“Bucky!”

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same. I totally get it” He rambled. Realizing he wasn’t going to give you a chance to talk, you crashed your lips to his. 

You two have kissed many times before, but this is different. You don’t know when you realized you had feelings for him, but you do know that he’s always been there for you. He’s made everything easier. Easier to breathe, to get over you know who, to adjust. Somewhere in there, you’ve grown feelings for him.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “I feel the same way”

“Really?” Bucky’s face nearly tore in two when the words filled his ears.

“Really” You agreed.

~~~

A crashing noise pulled Sam out of sleep. He poked his head out his door, finding yours and Bucky’s door opened and music coming from the living room. Sam decided that he didn’t want to know what it was, so he headed back to bed, but a light outside his window caught his attention. Ripping the shades opened, he saw a familiar figure standing on the Quantum Tunnel platform. Doubt filled him, there was no way he was back... Right?

Watching the figure look around, Sam ran out of his room, as quietly as he could, down the back staircase and out to the backyard

“Sam?” The figure called.

"Steve? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the 40's" Sam questioned.

"I know. Peggy and I.. We didn't work out. It wasn't right. Peggy wasn't-" Steve began, his mind racing.

"Wasn't what Steve?"

"She wasn't y/n" Steve sighed. He knew Peggy wasn't you the second he got to her house. He knew you two are very different, but everything she did, he found himself silently comparing her to you. She was a spy, and you were an Avenger. When she spared it was quick, but when you spared it turned into a competition. Everything Peggy did, Steve found himself missing the things you did. There was a hole in his life and only you could feel it.

"Steve-"

"I need to see her" Steve interrupted, making his way towards the door Sam came out of.

"What? No, Steve. Don't" Sam followed the former Captain, trying to catch up with how fast he was walking. When did he walk so fast?

"Sam, I messed up. I left her when I shouldn't have, I have to make it right" Steve called from the stairs. Sam ran up the stairs behind him and grabbed his arm when he caught up to Steve.

"You don't understand. She's changed, she's not the same girl who loved you. She's.." He hesitated "She's moved on Steve."

"I need to see her" Steve persisted, pulling his arm out of Sam's grip and headed down the hall towards the living room. Dread filled Sam, slowly following the First Avenger.

~~~

“We should probably go to bed” Bucky mumbled into your neck. You two had found your way back to the couch after your confession. 

“Or we could stay and sleep here. We’re already laying down” You raked your fingers through his hair, grabbing a few strands and began braiding the brown locks. A door being slammed open pulled you two apart. 

“It’s the middle of the night, who the hell is slamming doors?” Bucky reached behind the couch for the handgun he had hidden there. You were already on your feet, gun at the ready and heading towards the sound of intrusion.

“Wait! They might be asleep!” You heard Sam’s desperate pleas come down the hall.

“Sam? What’s wrong?” You lowered your gun, hearing two pairs of footsteps advance quickly towards you. Quickly raising your gun, you loaded the chamber and took aim. 

“What the hell” Bucky said from behind you, drawing your attention to him. Bucky’s eyes never left the intruder, confusion overcame you, and you looked at the intruder. Finding the person who you never thought you’d see again. Steve stepped closer to you, and you stepped away from him.

“Baby?” His voice was soft, too soft, foreign. Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Bucky.

“You don’t get to call me that” You hissed through gritted teeth. The confusion was replaced with anger. It took over you, your hands and voice shook. 

“Please let me explain, baby” Steve took a few more steps towards you, hands coming up to cup your face. He lowered his face to yours, hope-filled his entire being. 

“Steve” Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder “Don’t do that” The warning in his voice made Steve stand straighter.

“This is my girlfriend” Steve argued.

You let out a laugh that startled both boys. You continued to laugh until tears were evident in your eyes.

“That’s fucking hilarious Rogers, you think I’m your girlfriend?” Shaking your head, you stepped closer to Steve. He was taller than you by a foot, making him stare down at you. But by the way, he felt, you were staring down at him. Your eyes bore into his, rage radiating off you, and Steve could feel every ounce of it. “I haven’t been your girlfriend since the moment you decided to fucking leave. You don’t get to call me that. Don’t ever call me that, again” You pushed past him, shoulder hitting his arm hard enough to make him lose his balance.

“Baby, wait” He caught your arm. Twisting your arm out of his grip, you reeled around and connected your fist to his jaw. 

Hearing the crack, Bucky and Sam flinched, thinking that you broke Steve’s jaw with how fast you reacted and how fast his head snapped to the side.

“Damn” Sam mumbled, looking at Bucky “That’s your girl man”

Pride filled his body, Bucky stood a little taller “I know”

“Get it through your head, Rogers! I’m not your girlfriend! I’m not yours! Don’t touch me” You hissed. Turning on your heel, you stormed down the hall towards your room, slamming the door shut when you were inside.

Steve rubbed his jaw, feeling the serum begin to heal his jaw, looking at his friends before his eyes landed on the Brunette, “Looks like your hair is getting a bit long.. Operation Haircut?”

“When you decided you’re done with Operation Jackass, then I’ll consider Operation Haircut” Bucky scoffed, following the trail of rage to your bedroom, entering it without knocking.

Slowly closing the door to your room, Bucky found you sitting on your bed, eyes closed and taking deep breaths. 

“Sweetheart?” He whispered, fearing the nickname might make you snap. But it only brought you comfort.

“Bucky” Your voice shook, opening your eyes, they landed on his form, kneeling next to your bed. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Why is he back?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know sweetheart,” He paused, searching for the right thing to say before deciding on distracting you, “You know, that was a really good punch. It looked like you nearly broke his neck with how hard you hit him”

The burden of heartbreak left your chest and in its place, laughter made its home. “I had someone teach me how to throw a punch hard enough to break a jaw” You gripped his hand tighter, referencing to him.

“Yea? He did a damn good job” Lifting himself, Bucky sat on your bed, pulling you against him.

“Yea. He did” Relaxing against the Former Hand of Hydra, you finally begin to feel at peace with yourself. You made the decision right there that it was always Bucky. He was your rock before and after Steve left, he was the light in a dark room. He knew that you could take care of yourself, but when you need it, he’s there for you. You, too, had begun to fall in love with him. People would be against it, due to him being the Winter Soldier, but you didn’t care. He didn’t think he was a hero, but you? He was your hero.

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[starcrossedyanderes]

Happy B-Day Xavier!! 🎉

Happy Birthday Xavier! This is super overdue considering his birthday is actually on the 12th but stuff happens y’all! I was actually at my grandparents, and then my mobile tumblr just decided that I am not allowed to type, and I just got back to school too!

Thanks for your understanding, and sorry about postponing it even later. But I think you can understand me not liking people to scream at me to update. 

I also think is a bit more obvious but I will try to schedule stuff but since I do have school now expect there to be less.

This isn’t as good as I would like but I honestly don’t care rn.

Xavier’s eyes sleepily  blinked open as he could tell that someone had pulled open the curtains of his bedroom. He let out a light groan like that of a student being awoken by their alarm. He closed his eyes tightly and to give himself some more protection against the harsh rays he snuggled deeper into your body with his arms keeping a good grip on you. Almost like you were a child’s favorite stuffed animal. Sometimes you wonder if that’s how he saw you.

He let out another groan and sleepily waved his hands at the servants bustling around his room. But for once they ignored him as a cart rolled in and he had to lift his head from its hiding place as the aroma hit his nostrils.

He sat up slightly but made sure you were still laying next to him as he gazed at the breakfast.

“Happy birthday, your majesty. Your breakfast in bed as requested by your mother.”

He waved off the servant again as he groggily blinked once again as lap desks of sorts were brought out and the food was placed. Xavier reached out and grabbed a bottle of cucumber water which seemed to immediately wake him up properly.

He continued to sip on his drink as he felt the girl that clung to his arm seemed to be slowly waking up. Xavier let out a smile as she let out a far too adorable yawn that no human should be able to make. 

As you fully sat up Xavier smiled as he saw her slowly blink.

“Good morning dahling~”

You let out a ‘mornin’ before glancing at the food before you.

He placed down his beverage before making work on the tray before him. His eyes glanced over to you to see you trying your absolute best to take some dainty bites. How sweet! You were truly trying to be on your very best behavior; just for him~

Since it seemed the two of you were basically done and plenty of food was left. Xavier made a clicking sound that caused 2 birds to come to his side and make their loud demands.

The two of you chuckled at the sight and Xavier put down a golden plate with lots of various fruits that were quickly pecked at and soon devoured.

~|~

“Doesn’t this seem, I don’t know, a bit excessive?”

You wiggled against the silk tying you down.

“No, I don’t. Now vhy in the vorld vould you think this is ‘excessive’? You can be so squirmish dear, and this is to just make sure you don’t lurch and ruin your manicure.”

You let out some grumbles as some people continued to poke and prod at your nails with out your permission. You tilted your head to your right to see both Indigo and Ebony getting their claws trimmed and painted. They even put a bowtie on Indigo! You let out a coo at the peacock and couldn’t help but call him a dapper little man.

Xavier tilted his head to see what you were talking to and actually took the cucumbers off his eyes to take a secret peek at you. He let out a gentle smile before covering his eyes once again.

~|~

“I didn’t take you as the sort of guy to still play with toys.”

Xavier dismissively waved a hand at you as he walked into the local toy store. You could tell the wince he held back as he looked down at the floor and his reflection couldn’t be spotted. He supposes that not all commoners can manage such a feat but he was suspecting better none the less.

“Love, let me know if you find anything you vant. I’m going to talk vith the owner.”

You shrugged your shoulders before heading down the many aisles with some guards just of course following you. 

Most of the items were regular things you would find in any toy store but you spied some extremely unrecognizable items; most being carved wood.

You quietly observed them before deciding to go ahead and get them. One of the guards next to you of course yoinked the objects out of your hands so he could carry them himself. You only agreed with a huff.

You had reached the main desk Xavier seemed to be talking to the owner. As you stepped closer he wordlessly wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer while conversing.

“I would like to buy out your entire store. I did notify some trucks but I don’t believe they know where I am so it may take quite a while before they can all be picked up-”

You and the owner let sharp gaps out as the sentence finally seemed to click in your brains.

You leaned into his ear and harshly whispered out.

“Xavier, what are you doing? I only picked out a few items, not an entire store!”

For the first time you think you heard Xavier let out a genuine laugh that wasn’t to someone else’s demise.

“And here you are saying that you don’t like the pampered lifestyle yet vhen I buy something in large quantity you automatically think it’s for you. Sorry my princess, but I’m afraid that all of this isn’t for you. I’ll gladly buy out an entire store or well, even the company, for you later though. Anything you vant.

But this purchase is for the children.”

Xavier turned back to the owner and left you to maul over his sentence. The children? 

You were broken out of your train of thought as multiple bright lights flashed from all around you. Xavier seemed to take notice as well as he quickly turned your body to different angles and changed your pose for a few minutes before most of the cameras stopped their barrage. A few kept on but once he barely raised his hand in the air all action ceased.

“Well I believe that in a few minutes the ‘calvary’ vill arrive and vill happily deliver everything to the children. Do you have my dorogy’s bag- ah, lovely.”

The blonde prince kept his arm interlocked around yours as he started to walk out of the building.

“Come dear, ve have parties to attend.

#birthday #wow this is late #happybirthday #not my best but i dont care #yandere prince #yandere #romance #king #xavier #starcrossedyanderes

[imaginesfromtheupsidedown]

Oldest Friend

A TMR/TDC Gally x FEMcharacter

hello hi again lol. it’s been over two years I believe since I last posted (I got locked out and finally found a way back in). I took down my first two parts of this Gally imagine, I didn’t like how I originally went with it and had a very long time to go over it lol. Again, I did not read Kill Order, I’ve read all the other 3 books and seen the movies so this was me creating my own character and pairing her with Gally and throwing them into the story, before and after the mazes, as I pictured in my head. Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see with this story and feedback is appreciated :) I already have multiple parts written for it and they’re all pretty lengthy so if lengthy isn’t your cup of tea I’m sorry but that’s just how I write.

Triggers: as of rn I don’t think there are any but lmk if I need to put one :)

word count: 4306 (again, I’ve always written lengthy stuff and can shorten or add more to the next ones if preferred, I just always want to make sure the backstory and details that are in my head get put in)

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At first this was all so scary. They were ripped from their families and taken to a WCKD facility where they lived in dorm-like rooms and forced into classes and to push themselves in ways they never had before. None of them really understood why they were there. Of course, they had been told a watered down story of why they were there. But they still didn’t get it. Some of it started to make more sense as they got older, their days consisting less of their in-class studies and more of “hands on” learning.

As memories of their families and old lives faded, they started to get comfortable with their new skills they had acquired. Some excelled more academically than others and some excelled more physically, which made it easier to sort them where WCKD needed them. They usually saw each other when it was time to eat, about a hundred teens packed into a giant cafeteria. But otherwise they were usually kept around the others who they “worked” with or shared their rooms with.

They all had met the first day in the new facility, around 7 and 8 years old. They were ushered into a classroom with all white walls and flooring, with matching uniforms and scared expressions. That’s when they were given their new names and the purpose of why they were there. As time went on they formed their little friend bubbles, and still ate together now that they spend their days apart.

They were the closest thing to best friends as they could possibly be in that place. Newt, Minho, Alby, Gally, and Siggy. A few of them even got to bunk together. They usually sat with a few of the people who worked in the labs and facilities crew now, who they had met way back when in that empty classroom. Sitting around eating, laughing, telling stories, venting, and hanging out as teens should.

The two of them that were the closest were Gally and Meghan. If you were to ask anyone in the group they would probably have said that the two were acquaintances at most; Meghan was on the softer side and barely spoke, while Gally was usually picking fun at everyone and the most talkative of them all.

Gally was one of the kids who turned out to be physically inclined. He spent his days building things and with the construction crew. At first it was just a lot of lifting and the occasional construction of small buildings or labs. But lately they’ve had the crew traveling out into the desert to landscape and start to put the walls of their arenas together.

Meghan was someone who had great focus with her work and was shuffled into the labs with the likes of Thomas and Teresa. Occasionally she would spend time in the medical wing as Teresa’s shadow, but her specialty was coding. She was someone they counted on when the computer systems would crash or help them to create new programs to help further their studies. They usually tried to spend s couple days a week in the medwing, and that’s exactly when she had her first encounter with Gally outside of their little bubble….

“Gally! That’s enough!” she scolded him, pushing him into the nearest exam room and into a chair. He scowled at her while he started to roll his sleeve up. “There are other people in here, too. Besides, we usually respond to ‘please-and-thank-you’s’ better.”

“Just need it cleaned…” he mumbled. The gash in his arm went from his elbow halfway to his wrist, and there were a few splinters around it that she had to pick out before she could do anything else. He sat expressionless while she worked, biting the inside of his cheek.

“So. What’d you do this time, clumsy?” she asked, trying to keep him distracted from what she was doing.

“Some dumbass didn’t secure the lumber right while we were loading the burgs… whole thing just crashed down on us while we were trying to move it. Figured it would hurt my arm a hell of a lot less that it would my head.” He huffed. She pursed her lips and kept digging the splinters out of his arm. He wasn’t wrong about that. Stitching up an arm is a million times better than unzipping a body bag.

After all the digging was done the wound was fairly easy to clean so she began to stitch it up, his leg bouncing up and down as she started. When she’d catch him glancing at her she would try to give him an apologetic smile, but he’d just turn away. Toward the wider part of the gash is when he couldn’t help but wince away.

“Here, sit still for a sec, okay?” she got up and got the numbing cream but he grabbed her with his good arm.

“Just stitch it already! What, you think I can’t take it?” his cheeks were flushed. She plopped back down and took a big scoop of it anyways, giving him a stern look.

“Gally, I mean this in the nicest way. Shut up.” His cheeks flushed again and he turned away, but he was visibly less tense as she started to smooth the cream around his arm. “Feel alright now?”

“Mmhmm.” He sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes. She finished up the rest and instructed him on how to keep it clean and when to come back to get them removed. “You act like these are the first stitches I’ve ever gotten, Meg.” He laughed, earning an eye roll and giggle from her.

“Hey, just gotta be able to say I told you.” She pulled his arm back toward her and inspected her work while he stayed slumped in his chair. It already looked so much better than when he walked in. She mindlessly ran her fingers up and down the underneath of his arm while she looked, and after a few moments he bolted straight up and yanked himself away from her.

“The hell are you doing?” he mumbled, crossing his arms. She turned and started to clean everything up to hide her red cheeks. After a few awkward seconds of silence he sighed, “Sorry, just irritable I guess.”

“I.. it’s fine. Here-” she walked over to the exam room door and shut it, then closed the blinds. “Go ahead and lock the door after me, I’ll give you the room and say I gave you pain meds that knocked you out. Should get you at least a few hours for a nice nap. If you want.” She reached for the handle when he caught her arm.

“Hey… thanks Meg.” They both blushed as his hand lingered. “I promise not to be a big ol’ jerk next time.” She laughed and opened the door.

“Just keep the door locked and don’t tell on us.” With one last little smile she closed the door behind her.

“Hey, Meg.” Gally breathed, slamming his dinner tray on the table. She jumped at the noise, then gave him a grin.

“Gally.” A familiar blush crept up on his face. They both looked away and began picking at their food while everyone was talking. Siggy was going on and on about his latest attempts in the kitchen, getting a laugh from everyone. They joined into different conversations, occasionally stealing glances at one another before quickly looking away again.

They all started standing up and taking their trays toward the dirty bins. After she dumped her plates and slid them into the dirty dish shoot, she turned and made eye contact with Gally, only to glance away again to tell them all goodnight. When Gally went to wave to her she saw him wiggle his fingers. She was very used to their little signal but her heart still jumped a beat every time. She gave him a smile and waved back, wiggling her fingers right back at him. He cracked a huge smile and headed off back toward the boy’s hall, sneaking one more look before going through the double doors.

Just a little longer, she told herself. This was how she and Gally spent most of their nights. They’d go back to their rooms, go through the motions of getting ready for bed. Showering, brushing their teeth, putting on their pajamas, gossiping with their roommates, etc. Then they’d wait for everyone to be asleep and make their way to an empty hallway. The hall was basically used for storage, and no one was ever there after hours. The only reason they even new it existed was because they had stumbled upon it by chance one day. Of course, Meghan watched it for days to make sure that no one frequented the area and even still checks the security cameras every morning to make sure that no one would get close to catching them out of bed that late. Luckily she also spotted that a corner of the hall, the corner right next to the door, was covered in a shadow and couldn’t be seen by the cameras from that angle.

Soon, her room was filled with light snores. Very, very quietly she slid out of her bed and pulled the covers back over the pillow. When she got to the door she glanced one more time around the room, then tip toed out into the hall and shut it softly behind her. Staying as close to the wall as possible she made her way toward the labs.

When you look at the security footage almost every day, you soon realize where the blind spots are. It wasn’t too hard for her to stay out of the view of the cameras. All she needed to do was stay close to the wall, in the shadows and in the corners. Since the hall they met in was basically abandoned, there was only one camera that aimed down the middle of it. She cracked the door and slid through it, quickly but quietly closing it behind her. It always made her feel so bad ass when she would get there and back without being caught. That feeling, along with her soul, left her body when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream but a hand clamped around her mouth before she could.

“You trying to get us caught!” Gally whispered. He let her go and she relaxed, giving him a playful punch. Neither could help the smiles on their faces. This was their favorite, hiding in this dusty room. They would sit and talk for hours. They gave each other the comfort they knew WCKD would never give them or care if they got. There was something about being around each other that made everything okay.

They went over every second of their day. The good, the bad, the sad, the frustrating. Everything. Gally was in the middle of ranting about having to spend all day in the desert when he tapered off. She gave him a silly look as he reached over, taking a stray hair and tucking it behind her ear. She felt her cheeks get hot as he kept looking at her. After the longest second of her life he jumped right back into was he was saying. Talking, joking, dreaming, complaining. The rest of the night she felt half there; half of her listening, half of her stuck in that moment where he was touching her.

They sat there for a bit longer before he glanced at his watch, frowning and standing up. She was definitely ready for bed but didn’t want to leave their own little hide away. He must’ve read her mind because he gave her a little smirk and reached his hand out for her.

“C’mon, Meg, you know we can’t stay here all night.” He pulled her up quicker than she expected, causing her to trip right into his chest. This time both their cheeks went red and she gave him a little push.

“Geeeeez, Gal, you trying to help me up or rip my arm off!” she headed toward the door and he grabbed her hand, twirling her as they went.

“Hey, why not though? An extra arm would come in pretty handy out there.” He teased, earning a slap-happy giggle from her. They stared at each other for a few silent moments, neither of them knowing what to say. She knew they’d have to head back to their rooms if they wanted to get any sleep at all.

“Ugh… yeah we should go.” She mumbled, motioning toward the door. He nodded his head and shrugged, reaching his arm toward her. Her heart jumped; she could feel her pulse quicken. She stretched her arms right back toward him, wrapping them around his waist and resting her head on his chest. He froze for a second before resting his arms around her.

“Uhh.. thank you?” he chuckled. Her heart dropped and the heat returned to her cheeks; he wasn’t reaching to hug her… he was reaching for the door. She gave herself an internal kick in the ass before letting go. Of course, she just had to make it awkward. But a small part of her was over-the-moon. They both slid out the door, sticking to the shadows. They shared a final look at each other and mouthing their goodnights, taking off back to their own hallways and into their own rooms again.

Her mind raced as she snuggled into her covers, trying to dissect everything she was feeling. Why the hell was he making her so nervous? He hadn’t been acting any different… but… maybe it wasn’t Gally who was different? Maybe it was her who had changed... noticed new things about him… FELT different things about him…

Snap out of it! She told herself Even if he were to see her in the same light as she saw him, what sort of time could they possibly have together? WCKD had every intention of moving forward with their newest generation of captives, of sending them into a terrifying and uncertain future. Why start ANYTHING when it’ll most likely end in heartbreak? And that’s assuming WCKD would even allow there to even be “anything”.

A few hallways over Gally was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to find a comfortable way to lay. The same things were flying through his mind; how he had been painfully aware of how beautiful she was when she laughed, or how excited she got when she talked about the things she liked, and the way she always knew exactly how to handle him. Sad, angry, happy, or hurt she was always the one who knew him best and how to make everything okay again. From what he could remember from what their teachers had told them, their lives here were only temporary. A lump formed in his throat when he thought of them going their separate ways. He had to do it, he had to tell her was had been on his mind. He thought of the first time they met in that room, their room, as he drifted to sleep.

He slammed the medblab door open, looking around wildly.

“Where’s Meg.” He demanded, sweat dripping down his blood red face. Everyone just kind of glanced around at each other and shrugged, not really knowing what to say. He let out an exaggerated sigh and then stormed out, making sure to slam the door behind him. He made a beeline for the labs. She was the only one he wanted to talk to. He could just see the laboratory doors but just before he could go in she busted out of them.

“Gally!” she hissed, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side. “What the hell are you doing! Why did the medbay just call here-“

“Well had they just told me where you were like I had asked they wouldn’t have had to call!” he yelled, trying to yank his arm away from her. She took off down the hall, pulling him behind her.

“Talk. Now.” He began to tell her everything about his day, right up to where someone really, really messed up. Not only did someone load one of the buses wrong but everything came spilling out of it on the road. Not only that, but seconds later the same guy crashed that bus right into a tree. Gally had been the first one up there to check on the guy and it turned out the guy, Jeff, had fallen asleep at the wheel, and when everyone else got there Jeff was quick to flip his story and blamed Gally for the whole thing.

“And so now I’m in huge trouble for wrecking a bus and destroying equipment that someone else ruined!” he ranted. She waited patiently, nodding along to the things he had let build up inside of him until he was ready to explode. They ended up in the cafeteria and sitting down at one of the empty tables. He realized he had been holding his breath and slowly let it all out.

“Are you okay, Gal?” she finally said, earning a confused look from him.

“Wha-?” he breathed.

“Are you okay, Gally? Like, what can I do to help? Or to take your mind off of it?” she kept her voice soft and even. He was at a loss for words, he didn’t really expect her to care. Just to listen and tell him he was being a hot-head and to go back to work and forget about it. She took his silence as an okay to keep going. “Look, you need to take a breather. That guy was wrong for pinning that on you but also you need to know that nothing is going to happen to you. You’re one of, if not their best, guy out there and they need that. Also, we need to come up with a way for you to calm down when these things happen. There’s no need to be slamming doors and scaring the poor kids in the medwing, okay? Letting everything build up like that and exploding isn’t healthy, either.”

“Yes.” Was all he could think of. He felt silly, rushing all the way over to her for something so petty. Something he could’ve settled himself… She placed a hand on his arm.

“Look, if you want to come and vent to me, I’ll always have time to listen. But no more outbursts. Just… promise you won’t let things bottle up anymore, yeah?” he pursed his lips at her.

“Do you mean it?” wow. He had never felt so dumb in his life. But he also craved having someone to talk to. Someone to listen to her. The someone that she was offering to be.

“100%.” She smiled. Standing up, she reached for his hand. He jokingly rolled his eyes and took it, hopping up next to her. “Now, don’t make me have to trek across this building and kick your ass for slamming doors.”

Since they were the first ones in the cafeteria they went ahead and got their food. Everyone started sitting down when they were halfway done with their dinner, questioning why they were there so early. He gave her an apologetic look as he told everyone some tale about having to unload stuff at the lab and how they were done early, blah blah blah. She tried to suppress a couple laughs, giving him a wink while she took a bite. His cheeks went bright pink as he looked back down, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. He was very grateful to finally have found a friend.

Dinner had been going well, everyone was in a good mood and it felt like a million pounds had been lifted off his shoulders compared to earlier. At some point she threw a sarcastic compliment at him, starting a playful back and forth between them and earning laughs from the rest of the group. He smiled back at her, opening his mouth to say something, but then Jeff walked by.

“Aww, hey there, Gally. Good to see your little doctor finally has you under control.” Jeff teased him, patting Meghan on the back; she recoiled from his touch and shot him a hateful look. She went to say something but Gally was already on his feet, bumping chests with him and ready.

“Don’t touch her again.” He commanded lowly, pushing Jeff away from the table. All that earned him was a silent cafeteria and a laugh from Jeff.

“Maybe…” Jeff said, dropping his voice low. “she wants me to, huh?” he got right back in Gallys face. Meghan let out a hard laugh, shaking her head no when everyone glanced at her.

“See? She’s too smart for that. Now,” Gally broadened his shoulders and towered over Jeff. “like I said, don’t touch her again.” He turned and went to sit back down.

“Or what? You’ll punch another hole in a wall? Yeah, I’m terrified dude.” laughed Jeff. Meghan shot Gally a look, which he wouldn’t return. Jeff was still laughing as he was walking away, calling over his shoulder, “Or maybe you’ll just storm off to the medlabs to cry to your little doctor about it again.” Before he could stop himself, Gally jumped right back up from the table and lunged at him. It was a full-blown fight, some of the guys near them trying to step in and break it up while everyone else was scrambling to get out of the way. He heard her voice over everyone else’s, but he didn’t know what she was saying. All he knew was that he was pissed and had been waiting for this moment. Newt and Siggy got them apart for a second but before he could lunge again she appeared before him, shoving him as hard as she could but only causing him to take a step back.

“GO.” She hissed. He was confused and his adrenaline was still pumping, so she dug her nails into his arm and started pulling him toward a hallway. She kept walking, dragging him for seemed like forever before stopping dead in her tracks. “What the hell was THAT!” she whispered angrily.

“What!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “You can’t tell me he didn’t have that comin-”

“I don’t care! That was some bullshit and you know it.” She scolded him, her cheeks turning pink. “He’s an idiot, always has been and always will be. I’m talking about how you literally said you were going to start trying to not let stuff get to you, and now you’ll BOTH be dealing with consequences. You know how they are with shit like that…”

“Alright, and how is that your problem?” he retorted, stepping forward and towering over her. Her expression went hard and she stepped up to him, catching him off guard.

“Excuse me?” she said flatly, using both hands to shove him again. “You’re kidding me right now, right? Alright. Yeah, you’re right. This is NOT my problem. Sorry for looking out for you.” Her voice got quieter and she turned to storm off, but he grabbed her wrist and spun her back around.

“I didn’t ask you to look out for me, Meg!” he almost didn’t let her go. She yanked her hand away, tears in her eyes.

“Yep. Got it. Just sit there and listen and baby you but don’t actually care or look out for you or call you out for it. Understood.” She turned again, walking away. He knew he was being a dick and couldn’t just let her walk away. Before she could get far he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into an empty storage room, locking the door behind him. “Gally wha-”

He took two strides and was right in front of her, pulling her in and hugging her tight. She was frozen at first but when he didn’t move she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist. He was shaking while he held her so she rubbed a hand up and down the small of his back. Tears started falling over the brims of his eyes.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. She didn’t say anything, knowing he must’ve really meant it for him to be expressing himself like that. “I’m stupid, I’m impulsive, I let me anger get the best of me and I’m sorry. Please don’t give up on me…” she felt a lump in the back of her throat.

“Shh..” she hugged him hard for a second before pushing him back. “I have a promise for you, okay? I’ll be here, like I told you earlier. But no more of that shit. How about.. after lights out? If it’s a bad day just… I don’t know, wiggle your fingers?” she got him to laugh as she showed him what she meant. “ I don’t know… just a little signal or something. We can meet and I’ll listen and I’ll try to help any way I can, or even just keep your mind off of things.” He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off. “But.”

“But?”

“You pull any stunts like you just did, I won’t.” she was stern, but wouldn’t meet his eyes. She wasn’t even done getting the words out before he was shaking his head, ready to agree to whatever it was the conditions were. He had always found it hard to have a genuine connection with anyone, so now that he found someone so kind and wanting to be his friend he couldn’t pass that up. Not in a place like this.

She gave him a small smile and a shove, motioning for the door. “C’mon, jerk. We’ve got some ass kissing to do if you wanna avoid getting in trouble.”

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Masterlist

Day 4

Day 6

The New Bat Day 5

06:46. That's what my phone said when I looked at it. I groaned and sat up. After stretching, I got up and went about my morning routine, then headed down to the kitchen.

I flicked on the light and glanced round the room, empty. Must be too early for anyone to be up. No one would mind if I made a sandwich, I'm sure. After a minute of looking I found the ingredients for a sandwich. I sat down and munched on my sandwich. Not bad. Then again, how can you fuck up a sandwich.

After I was finished, I washed my dishes, plus some more that must have been from the night before. "My goodness!" The voice startled me. I turned around and saw Alfred standing in the door. "It's not too often anyone else around here washes their own dishes, never mind someone elses."

I giggled. "Good morning Alfred.

"Good morning Miss Ashleigh." Alfred said as he threw on an apron. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay, yeah. You?"

"Like a rock Miss Ashleigh. Any plans for the day?"

"No. None." I watched as Alfred took the dishes I had cleaned and began putting them away. "Sorry. I didn't know where everything went."

"That's quite alright."

"Do you have any coffee?" I asked. I was dying for some coffee.

"Yes. Over there's in the cupboard. I'll put on the kettle."

"Thanks." I opened the cupboard and spotted two jars of coffee. I grabbed the nearest one.

"I would recommend putting that back, unless you wish with losing a finger." Alfred stated. "That's Master Timothy's personal jar."

I put it down and grabbed the other jar. "Tim must really like coffee. That looks like a really expensive jar."

"Master Timothy lives on coffee. Sometimes I think it's what runs through his veins."

"Honestly wouldn't surprise me." Dick said as he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning Master Dick. Omelette?"

"No thanks Alfred." Dick walked over And grabbed some sugary looking cereal from the cupboard. "How are you settling in Ashleigh?"

"Good." I took a seat at the table. "Are you usually up this early?"

"I try to be." Dick sat down beside me with a bowl of cereal.

"You go out at night and wake up early in the morning?"

"Yep." Dick replied, taking a spoonful of his cereal.

"So you're both a night owl and an early bird?"

"Yup."

"So when do you sleep?"

"Mornin'." Jay interrupted, arms stretched, and yawning.

"Morning Master Jason. Omelette?"

Jay grunted and nodded before walking over and sitting down across from Dick and I.

"Morning." Dick looked curiously at Jay. "Speaking of early birds. You are not one Jay."

Jay grunted. "Nope."

"So why are you up?" Jay looked up at Dick then gave me a cheeky smirk. Dick looked between me and Jay. "What are you two up to?"

Jay smirked. "Don't worry about it Dick."

Dick looked at him. "I'm extremely concerned."

"Well you can be concerned after breakfast." Alfred said as he set down a plate of omelettes in front of Jay.

"You not eating Ash?" Dick asked.

"I already ate." I looked at Dick. "Ash?"

"Yeah." Dick took another spoonful of his colourful cereal. "Like a nickname. Ashleigh. Ash. I mean I can stop if you want me to."

"No. No. It's okay. It's kinda a cute name."

"Ash." Jay said to himself. "Sounds kinda deadly. Like a name for a pyromaniac."

"Cute and deadly." I smiled.

"That's should be Cass's tagline." Steph said as she walked in.

"Morning Miss Stephanie. Omelette?"

"Sure thing Alfred." Alfred handed Steph a plate as she walked by and sat down beside Jay. "So what is it we're talking about?"

"Ash." Jay said bluntly

"As in the stuff from fire?" Steph asked curiously.

"No, as short for Ashleigh." Dick corrected her.

"Sounds like a pyromaniac."

"Told you." Jay said triumphantly.

"I still think it's cute." I stated.

"And deadly." Jay added.

"Ashleigh doesn't look like she could hurt a fly." Steph commented.

"I could hurt a fly."

"She definitely could hurt a fly." Jay laughed.

Dick looked at him. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"Ditto." Steph looked at Jay.

Jay took out his phone. "What is this?" Dick asked.

"Just watch." Jay replied.

We watched as I lifted a rifle and fired it at the target. Kate standing beside me. I watched as Dicks eyes widen. The video ended.

Dick took a deep breath. "You gave her a gun." He said slowly. Jay nodded. "The one thing I specifically asked you not to."

"To be fair. You gave us a long ass lecture, and specifically told me not to do a lot of things. I cant be expected to remember them all." Dick silently stood up and gestured for Jay to follow him as he walked out of the room. "I think I just earned myself another lecture."

"Should I tell him that it was my idea or something?" I asked, trying to help Jay out of trouble.

"No." Jay said as he stood up. "I knew a lecture was coming." He stood up and walked towards the door. "See you three later."

We watched as he left. "So that's what you two got up?" Steph said.

"Yep."

Alfred took the half empty plates. "You don't seemed surprised Alfred." I commented.

"Once I seen you go off with Master Jason I knew there was probably guns involved."

"Very rarely that something happens that Alfred doesnt know about." Steph said.

"That includes what you and Cass got up to in the garden last week." Alfred stated.

Steph's face reddened. "Anyway..." She quickly changed the topic. "You up to anything after dinner?"

"No, and I don't think Jays gonna steal me today."

Steph giggled. "Do you bake?"

"Bake? Not often."

"How about this evening? Cass and I were going to do some baking this evening. Maybe you wanna join us?"

"I thought all the kids were banned from cooking?"

"Miss Stephanie and Cassandra are allowed to bake once a week." Alfred explained.

"Are you claiming I'm not a competent cook, Alfred?" Steph questioned.

"That is precisely what I'm claiming."

"Yeah. That's fair." Steph admitted.

"So who is a competent cook?" I asked.

"Myself, of course." Alfred said. "Master Jason, and Miss Kate."

"There's like..." I started trying to count all the people I'd seen around the house, and gave up. "Fifteen people in this house, and only four can cook?"

"No. They can all cook." Alfred corrected me. "Only three can cook without setting the kitchen on fire."

"It was one time Alfred." Steph said. Alfred stared at her. "Okay, twice." Alfred continued staring. "Fine. A handful of times." Alfed smiled and walked over to the sink. Steph turned back to me. "So what do you say?"

"I'd love to." I said. "If that's okay with you, and Cass?"

"Of course." She replied and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Cass and I are excited to get to know you."

I smiled at her. "Me too."

"Speaking of Cass, I wonder where she is? She's usually up about now." Steph looked to the door. "I'm going to go check on her. You want to come?"

"No. That's okay."

Steph nodded and said goodbye as she headed up stairs. I said goodbye to Alfred and headed to my room. I passed Harper on the way. She groggily said hello and headed into the bathroom. I smiled and headed into my room.

A couple hours passed as I sat around in my room scrolling through my phone. I glanced at my messages. I had a dozen missed texts from my friend back in Ireland. I honestly agent even thought to text her since I'd arrived.

"Hey." I texted her.

A few minutes later she responded. "Hey. How have you been? How's the move gone?"

"Its been good. It's different."

"How are the Waynes treating you?"

"Like family."

"That's greats. I'll have to come visit one day."

"One day. I'm still settling in."

"Call later???"

"Maybe. I think I'm baking later, but I'll see afterwards."

"You? Baking? That can only end in disaster."

"Haha. Let's hope not."

A knock on my door startled me back to real life. "Come in."

"Hey." Bruce said as he entered, holding a tray of food. "Dinner. Courtesy of Alfred."

"Thank you." I took the tray from him.

"Mind if I sit for a while?" Bruce asked.

"Not at all."

Bruce sat. I quickly checked the message I was sent. "Tell me how the baking goes."

"Will do. I gtg rn. Ttyl."

"Friend of yours?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. From Ireland."

"If you ever want to bring someone over or go... back over," Bruce said. "I can arrange it."

"Thank you, but I'd like to settle in more first."

"Right." Bruce nodded. "Sorry I haven't been around as much as you had probably expected."

"It's alright." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed, but I know Bruce did his best to set aside as much time for me as he could.

"You still want to go shopping tommorow?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. I'd love to."

Bruce attempted to hand me some money. "Kate mentioned you were afraid to ask."

I pushed the cash back to him. "Yeah but it's alright. Kate gave me some yesterday."

Bruce chuckled. "Of course she did. Take it anyway." He forced the money into my hand.

"Thank you."

"Never be afraid to ask me anything Ashleigh." Bruce smiled at me. "For money, if you need do be brought somewhere, anything."

"Thank you." I smiled. "I'm starting to sound like a broken record." Bruce laughed.

"Hey Ashleigh, you ready-" Steph stopped as she spotted Bruce. "Oh hi Bruce."

"Hey Steph."

"I was just looking for Ashleigh."

Bruce stood up. "I'll leave you two up to- whatever it is you two intend to get up to."

"Bye Bruce."

"See yah B."

Bruce stopped. "What time do you want to go tommorow Ashleigh?"

"I don't mind."

"How does eleven sound?"

"Yeah that's fine."

"Great. Talk to you two later." Bruce left Steph and I alone.

"I came to tell you that Cass and I were about to start baking."

I hopped up. "Oh cool."

We headed out of my room and down the stairs. "So you and Bruce going shopping tommorow?"

"Yeah."

"What are you going to buy?"

"Furniture and clothes."

"Got space for two more?"

"You and Cass?"

"Yes."

"You'll have to ask Bruce."

"Bruce never says no to Cass." Steph stated. "She's like his kryptonite."

I giggled as we walked into the kitchen. Cass stood by the kitchen island with a chef hat and apron on. "Hello."

"Hey." Steph grabbed a apron and hat and handed them to me.

I threw on the apron and looked at the hat. "Is the hat necessary?"

"No." Cass said.

"I think they're hilarious though." Steph added.

"Fair enough." I put on the hat. "So what are we making?"

"Strawberry shortcake." Cass said longingly.

"Cass loves strawberry shortcake." Steph explained, while grabbing a mixing bowl.

"So how do we make strawberry shortcake?" I asked.

Steph held up a sheet. "Got it all written down."

We began baking and chatting. I learned a lot about Steph, not so much about Cass. Almost two hours later and we placed the cake into the oven. "That was very enjoyable." I said.

"Yeah." Steph said. Cass nodded in agreement. "Now we wait."

"How long?" I asked.

Steph looked at the instructions. "Uhh... a while, I guess. I forgot to write that down. We can just guess."

"Like an hour?" Cass suggested. Steph and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm amazed we didn't make too much of a mess." Steph looked around.

A bit of dough here and there, some flour on the floor, but nothing more then should be expected. "Alfred made it sound so much worse." I said.

"Oh me and Cass aren't too bad but if you get a couple of us together, it can be..."

"Messy." Cass finished her sentence.

"How so?" I asked.

She looked off into the distance dramatically reminiscing. "You ever try to get honey out of your hair?"

"No."

"Don't." She warned me

"I didn't intend to."

We both turned to look at Cass, who was giggling. "You smelt like honey for a week."

I began giggling, half at the thought of Steph smelling like honey, and half at the fact Cass was giggling. It was a contagious laugh.

"It wasn't funny." Steph insisted. Cass and I's laughter stopped as Steph slapped a handful of flour into our hair and stepped back. "You know white suits you two."

I blinked as flour dropped down by my face. "Oh." I began laughing again.

Cass leaned into me and whispered. "There's honey in fridge."

"That seems mean." I whispered back.

"I get flour hair, she gets honey hair."

"What are you two whispering about?" Steph asked as she watched Cass walk over to the fridge. "Cass?" Cass took a jar of honey. "Cass, no!"

Steph immediately ducked behind me as Cass came forward. "Don't get me involved."

"I'm using you as a human shield. Cass won't hit you." Steph insisted.

"Sorry Ashleigh." Cass said as she took a handful of honey. " Going to be messy."

Five minutes, and a jar honey later, and all three of us and the kitchen was covered in honey. "So now I understand what Alfred was talking about." I said as I took a glob of honey out of my hair.

"Sorry." Cass apologised. "Had to get Steph."

"That's fair."

"I hate you two." Steph moaned.

"No you don't." Cass said.

"No I don't." Steph admitted.

"You love us."

"I do, but I hate that I love you."

"What in the name of Barry Bee Benson happened in here?" Tim asked as he and Dick walked in.

"Cass started it." Steph said.

"Steph started it." Cass said at the same time.

Dick looked us and sighed. "Go take a shower, you three."

"At least it's not as bad as last time Steph and honey was involved." Tim said.

"That was your fault and you know it Tim." Steph angrily said as we walked by them.

"We'll clean it, after showers." Cass said as she followed.

"Don't worry about it." Dick said. "I'll clean it."

"Sorry." I said.

"Don't worry about it. It happens regurly here." Dick insisted.

"Also I- Im umm, sorry about... you know. The guns and stuff with Jay." I said.

Dick sighed. "No need to be. You get to choose what you do. Jay might be reckless with his own life but he'd never needless endanger yours."

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

"I'd give you a hug but... you know,

honey."

"Yeeeah."

"Now go have a shower." Dick said. "You know you're going to smell like honey for a week."

"So I've heard." I said as I walked out.

I walked up the stairs to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. After about two hours of washing honey out of my hair, I headed back to my room, and sat on the edge of bed and sighed.

"Something up?" Bruce asked from the door.

I hadn't heard him enter, perks of being Batman I guess. "No. Just thinking."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Are you okay, Ashleigh?"

"I'm fine," I smiled. "Just need some sleep."

"You sure you want to go shopping tommorow?."

"Yeah. Absolutely."

"Okay. I heard you and the girls were baking?."

"Yeah, strawberry shortcake."

"How'd it turn out?"

"I'm not sure. It was in the oven when we left it."

"Why'd you leave it?"

"We had to-" I stopped myself. Am I allowed to tell him? "Wash... uhh honey off... Yeah. "

Bruce sighed. "That's why Tim wouldn't let me in."

"I think Dick was going to clean it, while we washed."

"I won't ask the why."

"Probably best."

"You coming down to taste the cake?"

"No. I think... I'm going to go to sleep."

"Thats alright. We'll save some for you."

"Thanks. Good night."

"Night."

Bruce shut the door and I lay into bed. I'm glad Jay didn't get into too much trouble with Dick. I felt kinda guilty for that. At least the baking was good. Steph is so nice and even though she doesn't say much Cass is sweet. A faint smell of honey filled my nose as I drifted off to sleep.

#batfamily #batfam #fanfiction #oc #dc #spoiler #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #orphan #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #nonbinary #lgbt+ #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #alfred pennyworth #ashleigh wayne

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Sienna and Colson part 3

Word count: 5,921 (Damn Daniel!)

I sat there in shock reading Jade’s message. How does one respond to something like that? This is the same woman who kissed me and saw my bare tits not only that but she complimented them! How will I face her now? “It's Jade isn't it?” Colson asked with a smirk on his face. “Yeah.” I sighed. “What the fuck do I say?” I showed him the message. He grabbed the phone out of my hand and started typing. I was worried about what he would say. He was smiling the whole time. “Babe don't embarrass me. She's gonna think that’s shit I'm saying!” I tried to grab the phone from him, but he just moved around keeping me from getting it. “Girl after the crazy shit that went down last night, she probably feels embarrassed too.” He's right she's probably is feeling awkward too. Besides we were all consenting adults. I could handle this like a big girl. I think. He finally slide my phone over. I braced myself.

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*Later that evening*  

“This steak tho. It's awesome. I'm not really keen on red meat but this hits.” We were sitting down at some fancy French restaurant. Finally I had gotten what I'd been asking for since we got here. No It wasn't the original place I had wanted, that place was booked solid but right across the street from it was this. The food was pretty good, hell it should be at these prices. Can you believe it a hundred and fifty-two dollars for a steak! That's not even including any sides but seeing as how it was our last night in Vegas might as well do it big. “Here let me try a piece.” He took the knife and cut off a huge slice of steak from my plate. As much as I wanted to, I didn't say anything after all he was paying for the whole thing. I should be grateful to have a man such as him. He’s got a lot of fucking money, a poppin ass career, he’s sexy, and has a big dick. I'm a lucky bitch to even be in his presence.  

I tapped his hand on the table. “Thanks again for that thing earlier.” He raised his brow and smirked “Babe you don't have to thank me. You can suck me off whenever you want.”  “Not the thing we did in the shower.” I smiled. “I’m talking about the thing with Jade.” I grabbed my wine glass off the table. He put his utensils down on the table and looked at me. “Oh, my bad. No problem. I've known Jade for a while now. She’s understanding. Besides she’s got to be to be Marco’s assistant.” We both laughed. I took a deep breath. “Yeah babe. I'm still fucking nervous about facing her but I'm just glad she was cool about the whole thing.” I pushed the steak around on my plate. “Babe did she ever mention her and Marco being fuck buddies? That seems odd.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “I mean they both work together it's got to be weird sleeping with the same person you work for. She made it seem like she hated working for him. Why sleep with someone you hate?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well that's they business.” Turning his attention to his cell phone.

When Colson and I first started linking up he would always go into these rants about the industry and industry etiquette. He said that I was fresh meat and that he knew what was best for me. “These fuckers are vultures just waiting to pick at your flesh. Trying to see what they can get from you all the while pretending to be your friend. A lot of fake shit.” As things started to progress in our relationship Colson would give me a list of rules to follow when I was with him. One of the rules that he would repeat often was the ‘myb.’ Minding your business. I’d been to a handful of events and so far I hadn’t seen anything too crazy. Men would approach me and try their best pick up line. When I would reject their advances, sometimes they’d offer me drugs, camera time, basically anything to get me to say yes.  

At first, I remember thinking ‘Wow these rich guys are so persistent.’ I’d left these events feeling flattered that these men had taken a liking to me. They’d must had seen something in me that I didn't see in myself. I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room nor was I a celebrity, so I figured that maybe I did have a certain ‘it factor’. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't have stepped out on Colson, but it felt nice to know that I could still turn heads. “Don't feel special. Like I told you your fresh meat. Any woman riding out with me ain't gonna be no weak bitch. These idiots ain’t got love for you. Remember that.” The night he said that I felt all the air leave my chest. So I wasn't special? Did I not turn heads? That insecure little girl inside of me had crept up again trying to takeover but then I remembered simply that Colson was a vet in the game. He knew the truth and was only trying to protect me.

By no means was he ‘perfect’, yes he’s got a temper along with some anger issues but that's just because being in the industry can change people and most of the time it's for the worst. Also considering how his childhood was I shouldn't hold it against him. Colson was able to accept me and all my flaws why shouldn't I be willing to go the extra distance for him. I don't want to make him sound all bad. We’ve had some happy moments together. Sometimes where we actually agreed on a few things. “And so, then I told the guy I wasn’t doing no fucking club appearance for some wack ass twenty-five. I need at least forty-five. Like bruh I've got a family to take care of. I need all my fucking money.” I hadn't noticed Colson was talking this whole time. I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts. “Right babe.” I responded hoping he wouldn't notice that my mind had wandered off. He shook his head. “You wouldn't understand. This industry shit is all fucked.” I always tried to comfort him as best I could. “Babe don’t worry everything will be taken care of.” Fuck! Sienna is that the best you could come up with. I could sense he was getting agitated. “Hey how about we order a yummy desert?” I asked the waiter for a menu to change the subject and lighten the mood. “Well let's see here.” I looked over it. “The tiramisu looks good. They've got your favorite babe, Cheesecake.”

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Once we got in the car to go back to the hotel babe didn't say much to me. He blasted music from the stereo system while smoking. Which I didn't mind much it gave me time to think about us. Think about our ‘relationship’ I'm not even sure if that’s what I could call it. I had been introduced to everyone as his ‘girl’ and a lot of people didn't even know my fucking name less I spoke up and told them. There were no formal introductions, no first name last name oh you two are so cute how’d you meet situations. “You wanna hit this?” he held out the joint to me. I took it and inhaled as far as my lungs could take which ended in a coughing fit. “You alright?” I rolled down the window a bit and nodded. Often I had wondered just what he really thought of me.  

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Two a.m.

Sienna rolled around on the bed after a restless few hours of sleep. She awoke in a pitch-black room. Colson’s side of the bed was empty. No surprise to Sienna Colson rarely slept and if he did it was only for a couple of hours. She called out his name but of course no answer. She thought perhaps he’s just in some other part of the place and can't hear her. She got up to retrieve her cell off the chair and laid back down. Zero missed calls. Zero text messages. Nothing new about that. Sienna didn't have much friends and the ‘girlfriends’ she thought she had made weren't contacting her anymore for whatever reason. Colson told her that would happen. That sooner or later the women she had become cool with would distance themselves. Something about them being green. She didn't really understand it, but he usually was right about stuff like this, so she accepted it.

She had checked her social media just to see what was going on in the world. What butt hurt celeb would be going off on a troll in their comment section. What/who was trending. What fashions were trendy now. Things of that nature. In her recommendations she stumbled across a post that read ‘MGK gets lit at a Vegas nightclub.’ It had been posted 45 minutes ago. As she slid through the photos there were pictures of him arriving, inside the club, drinking and dancing, standing on top of the counter top rapping his songs. Giving a whole live performance while she was tossing and turning half the night.

“Is he serious?” I screamed into my phone hoping that somehow this was fake and that he really wasn’t at the club on our very last fucking night here! I needed a drink asap, Flung the fridge door open and picked up a random bottle of wine and drank it straight out the bottle. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Okay think bitch. I took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. I didn't call because I knew he wouldn't answer. I didn't text because I know my man, he’s probably high out of his mind flirting with every dress in the building. I had no choice but to wait for him to come home...if he came home at all. I turned on the tv in hopes it would distract me. I channel surfed for a bit and settled on the cartoon network. A little while later my phone lit up with a text message from no other than Ms. Jade. I rolled my eyes. She was the last person I wanted to talk to. I was already pissed at Colson and this bitch was going to get the wrath of how I'm feeling right now if she didn't back off! Besides what the fuck could she possibly want to talk to me about this late at night.  Jade: Hey hon. Hope you’re feeling better food poisoning is no joke :( anyways your guy is too lit lol rn. But don’t worry he’s getting to you in one piece.  

The fuck? Did this fool really lie and tell her I had food poisoning. All I could do was shake my head. Truly I had no one else to blame but myself. I chose to be in a relationship with a fucking rap artist and this was the price to pay. I paced back and forth in the living room laughing while drinking my wine. “This shit is not what I signed up for. I swear I can’t pick a good man to save my life.” I was feeling a whirlwind of emotions just then I heard the key card ding and a voice other than Colson’s on the other side of the door. Dressed in a bra and boy shorts I ran into the bedroom and threw on one of his t-shirts to cover my body. The door was opened. I just sort of stood there not sure what to expect. There was a big guy helping Colson through the door. “Ayy hey baby.” His words slurring waving at me. I rolled my eyes. The big guy helped Colson over to the couch. “Alright bro you’re home now.” He shook his head. “Need to stop all that drinking man. I can't keep holding up your tall ass every time you get drunk. I'm out.” As he was walking toward the door, I stopped him. “Hi. look, thanks for getting him home safe. Wait something for your trouble.” He put his hands up in protest. “Nope I'm doing this. Don't try and stop me.” He put his hands down. I walked over to Colson and dug in his pants pocket pulling out a wad of loose bills and threw it on the coffee table. I figure he’s drunk and high it's not like he’ll remember any of this shit tomorrow, besides he owes this guy for getting him home on one piece. A fifty-dollar bill won’t break the bank. I handed it to him and sighed. “Looks like I'll have my hands full tonight. Thanks again.” He took the crisp bill and placed it in his pants pocket. “Oh no, thank you ma'am. This fifty going towards some flowers for my wife. I should've been home by now.” we said our goodnight and I shut the door behind him.  

I looked over at Colson slumped over on the couch. I was so upset at this man I should leave his ass just like this and go back to bed. But deep down I would've felt terrible doing him like that. Sucking my teeth, I walked toward him, knelt down and pulled his boots off. “I'm fucked right now.” He laughed. “I know. You sneaked off to the club and had fun, didn’t you?” He nodded. Inside I was boiling but I kept a calm demeanor. I helped him take his jacket off and put it on the kitchen chair. I’d spotted my to-go container from earlier on the counter. Perhaps a little food would sober him up. “Okay babe open.” I tried to feed him some of the leftover fried rice, but it just ended up falling on the couch and carpet. So much for that idea. “Damn baby your skin. Its fucking soft.” His head was in my lap touching my thigh. Compliments won’t help you Colson. I rubbed his head trying to figure out how the fuck I was going to get this man in bed without breaking my back. I couldn’t let his tall ass sleep in the couch. It would've been too small for him and he already complains about neck problems. “Babe lets go to the bedroom.” I stood up and pulled him towards me trying to help him up. He stumbled off the couch. “Colson don't fall on me! Please baby be careful.” I was deathly afraid this big tall ass man would fall on top of a little five-foot one Sienna and I wouldn't have been able to lift him off me.

The time seemed to drag on as I helped him through the hall. I had to stop every couple of seconds to catch my breath and readjust. Colson may seem light but trust me he weighs a hell of a lot more than I do. I wasn't used to this. When we got to the bedroom I sat him up on the edge of the bed. I unbuckled his belt to get his pants off. “Oh shit. I'm finna get a blow.” He looked at me smiling. “No baby I'm trying to help you get comfortable. Help me I'm struggling.” He pulled his pants down to the knee waiting for me to do something. Shaking my head. I swear men are different creatures. I pulled his pants through his legs leaving them on the rug. He fell back on the bed, eyes closing. I straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt. He grabbed my ass rubbing it. I felt that big ass dick starting to stir in his boxers. “Baby when can I fuck this juicy ass. You've been holding out for too long.” My flesh was weak, but I was still pissed. Seriously now is not the time to try and get me to have anal. I put my hands on his chest. “No babe. Stop.” I looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Its four in the morning. We sleep now.” He sighed. “That's the perfect time to do the freakiest shit.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah sure it is. Look baby it's late. I'm tired. Sleep honey.” Kissing him of the forehead I lifted off him and pulled the comforter on top of us hoping to get a few more hours of sleep.

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Periodically he’d get up and go to the bathroom, sleep for a bit, hold me, watch tv, walk out onto the balcony. I was certain his hangover was creeping up on him. Shit that's what he gets for sneaking out to the club and drinking like a fish! I mean I kind of felt sorry for him every time he held me. But then I remembered he lied about me to Jade telling her I had food poisoning. Really Colson that's the best lie you could have come up with? Honestly, I wasn't sure how to get my emotions in check. And to top it all off he didn't even apologies last night to me or that kind gentleman that got him home safely.

By eight o’clock I was up and ready to take on the day. I had taken my shower got dressed in some black leggings and a Fendi crop top (courtesy of babe) and was cooking some breakfast in the kitchen. Colson was still in bed sleeping. He’d had a rough few hours fighting that hangover. He told me the worst part of it was the nausea, so I had poured him a cup of orange juice and picked up one of his joints laying around to take it to him. I walked over to his side of the bed and sat down putting the cup on the nightstand. “Goodmorning baby.” I said with a cheerfulness in my voice. His eyes squinted open. “Ah fuck. Close the fucking blinds baby, too much fucking light.” I shook my head and got up to close the blinds and shut the door making the room dark inside. I sat back down on the bed. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Look at me, does it look like I'm okay. My stomach feels sick and don't talk so loud.” But sir you're yelling but whatever.

Okay so someone definitely has an attitude this morning. “So I got you some orange juice. Actually, I made breakfast nothing too heavy just some fried egg, toast, and oatmeal.” He thought about it for a minute. “I'll take the toast, and can you get me that bottle of iced coffee out the fridge.” I simply nodded and went to get it. When I got back, we just continued our conversation. “I found this joint laying around. I figured it might help with the nausea.” I hit it up with the lighter that was on the floor and passed it to him. “Thanks babe,” He tongue kissed me then planted another on my chin and forehead. “That’s why I keep yo pretty ass around. You always know what daddy needs." I flicked my hair back. “Yeah whatever, you say that to all ya lil hoes.” He was such a player and could sweet talk any woman he met. I knew that because well first he did it to me and second, he flirted with women when he was out with me, so I had witnessed this first hand. His charming, smooth talking ass got on my nerves I swear.  “Yeah I do but you're my favorite hoe.” He smiled at me blowing smoke out his mouth. I gave him the finger and snatched the joint out his hand. We smoked in the room talking and laughing for another twenty minutes before he got up out the bed to take a shower. “Our flight is at seven. I know that's late as fuck but I don’t have a show on Monday so shit.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay babe I'm gonna get my shit packed and we’ll figure out something.”

I'd realized that most of our shit was in the living room all sprawled out everywhere. Clothes on the floor, the coffee table had jars of weed and rolling papers all over it. The kitchen counter had liquor bottles and shot glasses galore. Looking around you’d think our vacay was lit and honestly looking back on everything that took place it really was though. I had cleaned up everything and had my stuff packed up an hour later. Colson was dressed and feeling much better than how he was earlier. He played music from the sound bar while he smoked some more. I joined him on the balcony outside. It was a sunny day but there was a nice breeze hitting our skin. “You’re feeling better I see.” He was dressed in a black merch shirt and a pair of grey joggers looking like a mutha fucking snack.  

“Yeah I'm at a eighty percent.” He yawned and threw his arms up to stretch. “Only a eighty baby?” I questioned. “Yeah my fuckin head just feels clouded can't think straight.” Well that’s what happens when you go out to party and drink like a fish and lie and say I have food poisoning, I just smiled. “Poor baby. Well I gotta go lay down seeing as how I have food poisoning and all.” I glanced at him and got up from the table. He grabbed my arm in attempt to stop me. “Whoa baby, I need your help with something.” He looked me up and down gawking. “Oh please! Lotion is in the bathroom. I'm sure the hub has a nice selection of videos for you to choose from.” “Why would I do that when I’ve got a real live fucking mermaid in front of me.” He pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his haed dick. I sucked my teeth. Damn him and his charming good looks. “Please baby. Just help me feel better.” He looked at me with those beautiful eyes. How could I deny him in this state?      

I dropped down to my knees and began pulling at his joggers freeing that big juicy dick from its confines. It slapped me in the face, but I liked it so much. I felt like a total slut, but it was worth it. I looked up at him and spit on his dick head twirling my tongue in all that pre-cum and saliva. He threw his head back in ecstasy. “Oh fuck. You dirty little slut.” I smiled back up at him and took that dick so deep my throat his balls were almost touching my chin. I pulled my top up exposing my breast. My nipples were hard, the cool air touching them just made them even more sensitive. I deep throated him while pinching my nipples. He looked down at me in disbelief at how deep I was taking his meat. I had practiced with bananas and popsicles for a while now so I'm just glad it was finally paying off.  

“You like that daddy?” i jacked his dick with both hands leaving a trail of spit from my mouth to that dick. He moaned. “God damn baby yes. Play with that pussy while you suck me.” I nodded and put my right hand in my leggings, my cunt was already soaking wet. Sucking dick really turns me on. I put two fingers inside myself and went to town. He reached down to play with my nipples while I had my mouth full of his cock gagging on it and loving it with my throat. “Baby that mouth is incredible.” He grunted out. Next thing I know he pulled me up and tongue kissed me then went down my neck whispering dirty things in my ear. “You are such a nasty little girl.” Kiss. “That pussy is mine.” Kiss. “I own you.” Kiss. “Soon I'm going to fuck that ass too. Just think, when you're on your period you can please me and keep me satisfied,” Kiss. “And these tits...” He left a trail of kisses from my neck to my hard nipples and started sucking and biting them. Alternating from the left to right.  

My breath quickened. I just realized how much I loved my nipples being sucked, such a turn on. He went to biting them harder it did hurt but the pleasure was amazing. I couldn't wait any longer I needed to be fucked hard and deep. My pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat down there. “Please fuck me.” I moaned. He put his hand in my panties rubbing my slit gently putting two fingers inside. “You’ve got the wettest cunt. I swear.” He was working those fingers inside me. I could hear my wetness sounding like someone stirring macaroni. I whined and moaned. It felt so fucking good to have something buried in my cunt. “Taste yourself.” When he pulled those fingers out of my panties, they were coated with my juices. It was so thick and creamy. I gladly sucked on them tasting myself. “Oh fuck baby what's that pussy taste like? Hmm tell me.”  

He was so amazed by me sucking those fingers I could tell my man was in pure bliss. “Mmm it tastes sweet daddy.” All this teasing was just turning me on even more I just wanted to be fucked already. “Pleasee fuck me.” I bit my lip and put a pleading look on my face. At this point was just waiting to be penetrated no matter what hole he wanted to use. I just needed to be filled up. I started playing with my pussy in front of him and licking my own juices off. He just watched me in disbelief, I'm sure he couldn't believe I was being this nasty for him outside on a hotel balcony thirty-seven floors up. Something in his eyes changed suddenly they got dark. He balled up his fist and continued watching me. I was about to suck his dick again when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and threw me down on the bed hard. “You little teasing bitch, I'll teach you a lesson.” I felt scared. I wasn't sure what he was going to do to me. What he was going to do to my body. He yanked my leggings and panties off in one swift motion. I sat up on my elbows to get a good view of what was going on. He spread my legs open exposing my pussy to his eyes. “I’m gonna fuck your face and you’re going to like it.” He pulled the rest of his clothes off. I smirked up at him playing with my tits. I was so ready for this.

“Wait come lay across my lap first. Crawl over to me and keep those sexy ass heels on.” I did as I was told feeling so anxious about what was going to happen next. I laid there in silence hoping he would do something to ease the aching between my legs. “I don't want you to make a sound. You’ve been such a tease with that little slut body.” He spread my ass cheeks open so he could get a good look at my pussy and asshole.“Hmm you're really fucking wet.” His thumb glided over my clit rubbing it in circles then he went up to my asshole putting my juices on it. I tensed up. “Relax baby. I’ve got something special for you.” I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but I heard what sounded like a plastic bag and something clanking with the rings in his finger. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out my chest. Colson has never fully penetrated my asshole with anything besides his finger and honestly, I wasn't sure if it would hurt or not. I had watched anal porn and thought it was erotic but to actually put something back there I was too nervous.

“What's going on?” I asked knowing fully well what was about to take place.  “Shh calm down.” He rubbed my back. “You trust me Sienna?” Of course I trust you but this was all happening too soon. Vaginal is one thing but my ass was sacred. “Yes baby but I'm nervous, this feels like losing my virginity all over again. What if it hurts?” He reassured me. “It might hurt for a little while, but I promise it’ll start to feel really fucking good.” He slipped the toy in my pussy and started fucking me with it. I was so pent up with emotion I came instantly. “Yes..yes...I want it. Fuck that feels amazing.” I moaned and yelled out. “Good girl. Okay now relax.” I inhaled and felt that toy go right into my ass. “Oh god!” The feeling was odd. Definitely nothing I've ever felt before. I wasn't in as much pain as I thought I would be. Though it did sting a lot! “Fuck that looks so sexy.” He slapped me on the ass and stood me up on my feet. “Come look in the mirror baby.” He led me over to a wall mirror next to the T.V. “Oww. It stings a lot baby. Please take it out.” I groaned putting my head on his chest. He kissed me on the forehead. “Shh it's okay. Give it a few minutes to get adjusted.” I nodded.

“Suck me off while you wait.” I squat down in front of him. Trying to fight through the stinging in my asshole. He held on to the back of my head guiding me to his dick. It was glistening with pre-cum. I took all of it to the back of my throat. Gagging and slurping on it like a true queen of sucking dick. “Sienna baby...:” I looked up at him. “Ah I'm never leaving you.” He panted. “That throat is fucking gold. C'mere come sit on it.” He laid down on the bed and waited for me straddle him. I gently put the head of his dick inside and bounced up and down on it. “Yes ride that shit baby, get it.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head grabbing my ass. I went faster. “Cum for me daddy. I want your cum.” “Okay baby. How's your ass feel?” “It feels better.” The stinging was slowing starting to fade away and was replaced with a fullness and felt tight. Maybe this whole anal thing wasn't as bad as I thought. “Only better?” He moaned. “Hm I think I like it baby.” He smiled and whispered in my ear. “Can I fuck your juicy ass next time?” He kissed me and I nodded. “Mm thank you baby. I want to cum on your pretty face.” I hopped off and assumed the position my body was spent.    

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After everything that took place with this crazy ass Vegas weekend I was just so glad to be back in L.A. don't get me wrong Vegas is lit but there's nothing like being back home. Marco had sent Colson a text to let him know we were welcomed back to his club and home anytime. He said and I quote “Don't worry about the couch. Things like that happen all the time.” That just made me feel even more dirtier than I already was, but Colson assured me he was just joking. Hm I had doubts. Jade facetimed me on the way to the airport. We talked everything over, and she insisted we get together soon for an all-girls trip. That she was friends with some cool down to earth women, and I agreed seeing as how I needed to make friends already. I was tired of going out either by myself or with Colson.

Monday was such a chill day I unpacked and just settled back into daily life. I cleaned up my apartment before I left so I didn't have to worry about that. My car however was a different story. I had a bad habit of leaving bags of clothes in my backseat. There were magazines everywhere, just a bunch of junk that needed to be brought inside. One of the perks of dating a celeb was that they always got goodie bags of merch whenever they went to an event. Colson would just throw all the stuff in my car and forget all about it. He didn't care about that crap anyways so I took full advantage. Just last month he got a free California king bed courtesy of some movie he was shooting as a thank you and guess what he didn't even want the damn thing! He gave it to me as a thank you for treating him right. I happily obliged.

Colson went back to his house and did whatever he does. I didn't much care for The Boulevard. I mean the name says it. People over all the fucking time day and night. It could be five in the morning and I swear folks will still be posted up kicking it. Not to mention all his bros were living there and shit is just awkward. I couldn't even walk around in a big t-shirt and panties because I never knew when one of them would just pop up while I'm fixing a bowl of cereal or some shit and Colson would not ask them to leave under any circumstances. It was thier home just as much as it was his. All I can do is respect it.  

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“And then she did what!?” Slim sat forward on the couch letting Colson finish his story. “Mannn I'm telling you I had that bitch doing everything I said. Bend over, suck me, all that shit. My bitch so fire Jade even wanted a taste.” Colson stood around with a beer in hand talking. “Nigga you lucky as fuck.” Slim got up to throw his beer in the trash can shaking his head. “All I'm saying is Vegas was lit and I'm a muthafuckin player!” Colson screamed out loud. All the guys laughed. “Ayy hook me up with one of her sisters.” Slim asked. Colson shook his head and took a sip of his beer. “She’s an only child so good luck with that.” In his mind the Vegas trip was a sucess. They had spent time together, went to the club, had a lot of fucking sex. It was everything that a Vegas trip was supposed to be.  

“Bro i went to the club got so fucked my security had to drive me back to the hotel.” Colson laughed. “Shit was so crazy. All the hoes was dancing on me. Man after a few vodka shots I don't even remember what the fuck.” He sat down on the couch putting his feet up on the coffee table. “Damn all that and Sienna ain’t say shit?” “Nope.” He thought about it for a moment. “Well I don't know. She seemed cool but I can’t call it. She's so damn good at hiding her emotions sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Ah bro looks like you’ve found the female version of yourself.” Slim explained. All Colson could do was agree in silence. Sienna did have some of his characteristics.  

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A/N: Ladiessssss part 3 is up. What y'all think? I wanted to focus on getting some background info on S+C but trust me there is always more to the story *Big ass smirk on my face while Birdman hands*. I’m like 80% sure I know where I want to take this couple but ya know things never end up how they start. I really hope y’all have been enjoying this series. I swear they my mf babies. <3. 

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episode 15 thoughts

man this episode lmao. there were a lot of things i’d forgotten about it, some things i noticed that i hadn’t previously, and i actually enjoyed this half of the duel more than i think i did originally, since i actually play the TCG now as opposed to last october lol.

oof. every time they say something like this i laugh a little more LOL

it’s really funny to me how last episode ended so seriously, but this one starts off so...not seriously. i really did not remember how much humor vrains used to put into these earlier episodes. like watching this vs watching...idk, anything from S3 is so jarring in comparison pfff. i actually do prefer the more serious tones of the show, but i’m so attached to everyone now that it’s nice to see them joke around and enjoy themselves a bit. like this:

SERIOUSLY LMAO ai your acting skills... actually did kind of improve, a little bit, by the end of the show. all those soap operas with roboppi must’ve really helped.

also:

this is how i feel when trying to figure out my first turn combos LOL

actually though, i forgot how... well paced this duel was? there was a lot more back and forth then i remembered there being. and then emma proceeds to have one of the worst win/loss ratios in the show :/ shame, honestly, because this duel really showed how smart she can be when she tries.

ALSO. i had totally forgotten about emma’s like, very obvious one episode crush on playmaker LMAO. like wow, they were not subtle, i really did not remember how hard they pushed that. 

like he looks??? so cool??? and emma is very obviously feeling it lol

YEAH. i feel like this aspect was something they dropped in S2 despite the fact that like, takeru came in and was obviously a fanboy of the main 3 from S1 lol. they really should’ve played that up more tbh. 

and more playmaker smiles!!!! seriously, i talked about how much i loved the filtering for this duel last episode, but he looks so good here. i’m feeling a bit down today, mostly bc this is the third day straight of rain and cold weather, but looking at him like this cheers me right up. 

i also forgot how much he actually, like, emoted in these earlier episodes. it’s nice to see and now i wish they would’ve included a third face plate for the figma LOL

anyways, i don’t have much to say about the rest of the duel. it was perfectly enjoyable to watch, but nothing crazy came out of it. this whole scene though made me crack up, though it wasn’t really intended to be funny, i don’t think:

i’m assuming everyone already knows the history surrounding this line, and man, i had totally forgotten how strong emma came onto him lol.

and of course, he just asks for the program she promised and completely ignores it, out of either obliviousness or generally not caring we don’t know LOL.

but there was something about this scene that made me really sad:

the feeling of love, obviously.

in the context of the final episode, and ai’s final words, this hurt. i kinda just sat there with this paused for a minute just kinda like...upset pff. and even ignoring the final season, ai clearly loved all of his fellow ignis with all his little AI heart. he cried when he had to say goodbye to them. ai absolutely understands that feeling :(

anyways, that’s all for rn. i’ve gotta take care of some stuff but hopefully i can squeeze in another episode or two later tonight!

#vrains #episode 15