#who everyone collectively calls 'bubba'

[thedinonuggetthief]

JFHGJDSH I DIDNT KNOW YOU DID MCYT BC YAYYYYYYYY /POS

UHH COULD I PLEASEEE GET SOME HEADCANONS FOR REGRESSOR C!TOMMY AND MAYBE UHH IF YOU KNOW ABT QSMP , SOME FOR REGRESSOR Q!JAIDEN?? IF NOT THATS FINE THANK YOUUU <33333 /P

srry for all caps i got realllllly excited !!

Regressor!CTOMMY 🍓

🛸 a/n, Hello Tommie!! 👋 nice to say hi:D honestly, funfact! I was always planning to add mcyt to my ABC list but was nervous to^^" doesn't matter though bc we're here rn! So here you go! + Q!regressor Jaiden hcs as well (just getting into the QSMP, so bare with me jajs)

🍼 image credits : middle image is from ApolloSauce on pinterest — the other images are also from pinterest !

⚠️ : Bug mentioning (stuffie species + brief)

🍓 hc count : 13 + 5

🍓 : Tommy is a bunch of.. something. Especially when regressed. And that isn't a bad thing! Hes such a mischievous fluffball that is always craving attention from either his friends, sibbies, caretakers or babysitters!

🍓 : oh he bites.. he bites and bites some more. He can either bite when he wants attention or he's fussy and wants something. If he bites lightly to where you cant feel it when he's doing it to get your attention. (Or to get on your nerves) if he bites to where you'll wince or anything— then better give your full attention to him>:(

🍓 : pouty, especially when tired. He barely listens to the rules and loves to get into stuff he can't get into, and that especially includes bedtime. Will throw fits, do tiny stomps and cries. Don't worry though, Tommy literally trained himself to cry when he needed to (mostly to get out of bedtime or wanting extra attention) but usually that backfires when he tires himself out then he goes down for the nap

🍓 : do not let the boy get ahold of enderpearls for the sake of anyone babysitting/watching over him— he doesn't usually get far but he got into a tree and refused to get out. Spent hours trying to lure and get Tommy out of the tree.. safe to say it wasn't gonna happen again anytime soon

🍓 : unsure about his little age but I think he'd be in-between a young kid regressor and toddler. Maybe around 4-9. When he's the most active he'll most likely be around 8-9! When he's In the slow energy and fussy days he's about 4-6

🍓 : do not separate him from his tubbo disc. He'll throw a fit and bite someone. When he has ahold of this disc he won't let it go. Takes it to his adventures and makes his sitters play it on repeat

🍓 : has a raccoon stuffie named Rexus and a beetle stuffie named stray. Like tubbo's disc, do not separate them. He won't stop crying until he got them back

🍓 : doesn't have a permanent cg per say, but he's babysat by a decent amount of people on the server (Tubbo, Wilbur, Phil and sometimes Bad) but I'd think he's mostly around Phil and them!

🍓 : he'd beg to play dress up with anyone he can get ahold of if they're not busy. If they agree he is the prince. No buts or whys! He's the prince afterall (he always plays the prince. If he doesn't he'll just fall to the ground and NOT move for hours until the other person decides he can be the prince)

🍓 : headcanon that tubbo and Wilbur reads books to him! Specially any fairytales that include prince and princesses or animals

🍓 : collects flowers and gives to everyone he can find,, I don't know I think its a cute hc 😭

🍓: speaking of flowers, he once made a small flower crown and tied it to the back of ranboo's tail. Safe to say that took hours of trying to get off by yourself. You can say tommy is skillful of tieing knots. How did he manage to tie stems without it snapping? Who knows!

🍓 : loves calling his caretakers Bubba. If puffy ends up being the babysitter he calls her mama!

Reg!Jaiden 🐣

🐣 : I think she regresses a bit older! Maybe around 10-12. Around rare occasions she regresses younger (6-7)

🐣 : she's a sleepy regressor. She regresses only around nighttime or when she's tired. So when she regresses she prefers low energized actives

🐣 : owns only bird gear! Clothes, onsies, sippy, stuffies and wings she made herself! She loves anything bird related ^^

🐣 : she named her favorite stuffie after Ari! You can't separate them>:(

🐣 : best little to cuddle with. She likes physical touch (specially hugs, cuddles and being held) she would be like this for hours

#mcyt agere #sfw agere #agerespace #agere blog #fandom agere #sfw blog #agere headcanons

[babyjakes]

every inch of you.

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summary | andy tells you everything he loves about your body when you're having a hard time being kind to it.

pairing | boyfriend!andy barber x reader

warnings | reader has self-esteem/body issues (nonspecific), andy uses body neutral statements (which are different for everyone based on individual levels of ability), mentions of toxic social media and body editing/altering, andy is the softest nicest sweetest ever, hurt/comfort vibes but also fluffy at the end <3

word count | 1,547

an | hi there friends! i'm really excited about sharing this piece with you all; something i recently found helpful in my own therapy work on self body acceptance was the concept of "body neutrality" statements which are just basically recognition and appreciation for things your body does for you and lets you do. i do want to acknowledge that everyone's body is different and everyone has different levels of ability, so your body neutrality statements might look a little different than mine or reader's in this fic, but i tried to be as general about things as i could to hopefully include as many people as possible. i hope this is helpful to anyone who needs a new/different way to look at and appreciate their body, and i hope you enjoy soft sweet andy; i think he's just the best <3

"Honey?"

Andy's voice echoes up through the house from where he's stood at the bottom of the stairs. You just barely hear him though, tucked away in the soft safety of the clothes hanging on the lower rack in your shared walk-in closet, knees hugged to your chest as you do your best to keep your tears from overflowing. Curled up in nothing but a plain white cami and a pair of baby blue undies, it's hard to recall a time in your life when you felt more pathetic; a part of you wishes you could simply melt away into the fluffy beige carpet covering the floor and disappear completely.

Your heart thumps faintly in your chest as you close your eyes to listen, waiting through several moments of silence before you can hear his voice again. "Y/n? You up there?" This time, he sounds closer, causing your stomach to twist a little as you realize you have nowhere else to go. The last thing you want to do is let him see you like this, but the only way out is down, and he's already making his way to you.

Soon, you can hear his footsteps approaching as he makes his way through your bedroom, then into the entrance to the bath by the sink, before finally, his black dress shoes appear in the doorway of the closet as he enters the room at last. When he spots you curled up behind the hangers full of clothes, his heart drops in his stomach. Flipping on the overhead light, the man softens his voice as he calls out to you, "Sweetheart? What're you doing back there?"

Bottom lip trembling, you try to formulate some sort of sentence or explanation, tripping over your words as you stutter out, "I-I... I was just... I'm... I-I'm sorry."

"Hey," the man murmurs, his expression flooded with concern as he makes his way over to you, crouching down to sit in front of you on the floor, "what's going on, y/n?" Reaching out with careful hands, he parts the garments keeping you hidden away, his worry only continuing to grow when he catches the dampness of your cheeks shining from freshly shed tears. "Oh bubba... hey. Com'ere, sweetheart. Come on," he encourages gently as he collects your trembling body in his arms and pulls you over onto his lap. "There you go, honey. I got you," he soothes gently, pressing a kiss into your hair as he rubs your back almost a little frantically; this isn't how he expected to find you, not at all. The last time he saw you was less than an hour ago, when the two of you were finishing up lunch together downstairs. Nothing had seemed off, in fact, you had appeared to be in good spirits, excited to go to the museum Andy wanted to bring you to this afternoon as a little casual outing. He isn't sure what could've caused your steep decline; whatever it is, he just hopes he can figure it out soon so he can maybe help ease your mind.

Melting into the warmth and familiarity of Andy's embrace, you do all you can to keep from literally clinging to the man as he rocks you gently back and forth, whispering softly, "Can you tell me what's on your mind, sweet girl? What's got you all curled up in the corner, hmm?" With a gentle hand, he brushes your hair back from your face, prying you away from his sturdy frame as he tries to meet your gaze. "Oh honey," he breathes sadly, his voice cracking in heartbreak as he watches you struggle to keep down your sobs, thumbing away your tears gently as they fall.

"I-I'm sorry," is all you can manage to whimper as you slowly but surely reign in your breathing. "I'm- I'm so sorry, Andy."

"No, hey- none of that, sweetheart," he shakes his head as he fights to keep his eyes locked on yours. "You never have to be sorry about your feelings, remember? It's okay, you're okay, y/n. Just need you to tell me what's goin' on so I can help," he reminds you.

Head falling in shame, the world seems to go quiet as you sniffle back the last of your tears, your eyes squeezing shut as you struggle to force the words out from within you, "I-I just... I don't..." Your voice drops to a mere whisper as you're finally able to admit aloud, "sometimes I don't like myself, Andy."

Eyes widening at your revelations, Andy furrows his brow in concern as he nods slowly. "Can you tell me a little bit more, baby? What do you mean by that?" he prods gently.

Sighing, you glance back up at him tiredly as you say, "I just... I don't even know how it got so bad. I mean, I've been feeling this way for a while, I think, but... today I just..." Eyes trailing over to the pile of clothes in front of the full-length mirror on the opposite wall, you continue, "I was trying to find something to wear, and everything I put on just... I don't know. None of it looked good. All the girls on Instagram and stuff are so pretty, Andy. So perfect, perfect bodies and perfect skin and perfect hair and- and I just don't know how they do it," you conclude miserably.

Andy's expression turns to an understanding but saddened frown as he nods again, agreeing, "You're right baby. I know those apps can be so full of girls like that. But d'you wanna know how they get that perfect, honey?"

"Hmm?" you hum softly, heart melting a little as the man brings a comforting hand up to cup your puffy cheek lovingly.

"My guess is it's a mixture of filters, photoshop, and plastic surgery," Andy admits with a sad smile. Unable to keep from chuckling a bit at his words, you nod understandingly, unable to argue with his point. "Sweetheart, nothing on the internet is real. It's all distorted somehow. Did you know they can even photoshop videos now? It's insane," he sighs in disappointment, "and so, so harmful. Because look what it does: it takes wonderful, gorgeous, precious girls like you and makes them question themselves. That's the name of the game, unfortunately. It's all to keep the makeup companies in business, and the botox providers, and the clothing stores- all of them, honey. It's not right, and it's not fair, but it's the way it is."

Rubbing at your eyes, you nod. You know it's true; despite your elevated emotions, it's hard to challenge a voice of reason like Andy's. But still, it doesn't change the hatred of yourself that's been growing so rapidly lately. Luckily, he understands that. "You wanna know what I love about you, y/n? About your body, your skin, your hair- everything?" Earning a shy nod from you, Andy smiles softly, telling you, "I love your body not only because I find it beautiful, but also because of all the things it lets you do. It keeps you up and running, lets you do all the fun stuff you love to do, keeps you healthy and strong and safe. That's really important to me," he hums. "And I love your skin for being so soft and touchable; it lets us hold hands, cuddle, kiss, all those things we love to do. Right?" Nodding, you continue to listen contently, hanging onto Andy's every word as he keeps going. "I love your hair for being so soft; I love what you can do with it, all those pretty braids and buns and intricate styles. "I love your eyes because they let you see, let you take in the world around you. Your mouth for letting you taste all the delicious food we cook together, and of course for the kisses. I love every inch of you, y/n, because it all serves a purpose. Does that make sense?"

Eyes wide with wonder and love, you nod, pulling the man back in for a hug as you wrap your arms up around his neck. "I love all those things about you, sweetheart. I want you to remember that, okay? And on top of that, you're stunning, of course," he grins as he sneaks in a kiss on your cheek, "but that's just the cherry on top."

"I love you," you hum into his navy blue sweater as he smiles, kissing the side of your face once again.

"Love you too, sweet girl. Now what d'you say we pick out something to wear together? Maybe that long skirt you like, with some black tights? I have a new top you can try out; I was gonna save it as a gift, but I'd rather give it to you now."

"Oh Andy- that's okay, you don't have to do that," you try to protest, but he just shakes his head with a chuckle as he lifts the two of you up to a standing position.

"No, no, no, none of that. It's gonna match perfectly with what I got on, just wait and see," he persists, planting one more kiss on your nose before turning to dig through one of his dresser drawers.

#eun's writing #every inch of you #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber angst #andy barber fluff #hurt/comfort #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber one shot #andy barber imagine #andy barber blurb #andy barber drabble #andy barber headcanon #andy barber au #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[gatitties]

Gae

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: a small visit to the assassins ends in a hasty escape and a deal

─ Warnings: none

2 < 3 > 4

"Oh yeah wait a moment Mr Postman..."

"YeeEeeEh-"

You gasped with laughter as the Deathslinger continued unaware of the melody of the song you had sung, catching him completely off guard, grunting because you had recorded it and going off to his own realm after that. He'd like to pierce your throat and blow your intestines out with his weapon, but no one could be hurt outside of the trials —except for the creatures of the fog— or you'd be three meters underground long ago.

That's why when you poked your head into their fire most of them took off as fast as the wind itself, Freddy wasn't going to put up with your comments about charred things, Amanda wouldn't stay to watch any of your nonsense and the clown just couldn't take brats like you.

The ones who ended up 'accepting' or putting up with you the most were Danny and Susie, they shared a lot of energy in some moments of collective idiocy, Bubba, Max and Michael were able to tolerate you, the first two because they didn't understand shit about what you were doing and the other because he just wanted not to be next to the others, and most of the time you scared them away as if you were a contagious disease.

Anyway you find yourself sitting next to Trickster, since he was one of the neutrals regarding your presence, well, he even made fun of you sometimes, calling you 'bunny' for your first terrible trial with the fluffy pink bunny shoes in Ormond. He also liked to hang out with you at times since you seemed like the only person with internet access, so you met the K-poper showing you all of his macabre discography and complaining about other korean groups, he also liked to do silly Tiktok dances together to you, since most of the survivors were too tired to dance, it had only succeeded with Nea once. Not to mention that the killers weren't going to do something like that.

You were sitting on one of the logs, your gaze lost in the crackling fire as you drowned out the noises around you, as Anna sharpened her axe, as Danny and Frank fooled around with each other, or as Ji-woon Hak played around throwing his blades into the air. Your stream of thoughts was cut off when one of the man's colorful blades pierced your thigh, you just felt something cold pass through the place as the weapons pierced through as if it were a hologram.

"What has you so thoughtful, bunny?"

"Why are you gae?"

His golden gaze pierced you to the soul, he stopped all his actions, breathing heavily while all the few who were there fell silent, Danny slowly took out his camera hoping to capture some good photo of you probably being strangled like Bart Simpson.

"Who says I'm gay?"

"You're gae."

You reacted immediately when he raised his arms to catch you, going around the campfire in a circle trying not to get caught, when he was about to grab the collar of your shirt you just saw your savior, Pyramid Head had just materialized next to you due to a game finished, you hid behind him hugging his waist, he could only stay like a statue because he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"Protect me, your cake is big enough that Ji-woon can't reach me!"

"His what-?"

Now you left them both completely confused, PH didn't know what you meant by 'his cake' and Trickster stared as you highlighted the figure of the Executor as if you were exposing one of the wonders of the world, well it was normal, you would like to know what a routine he had in Silent Hill to get that damn ass. Taking advantage of everyone's attention in the figure of the imposing assassin recently arrived, you escaped from the camp to return to yours.

Arriving to find you being crushed in the arms of a concerned Claudette, needless to say they'all had to scold you for escaping alongside the assassins, they didn't care much before, but knowing that those creatures of the fog could attack you on your way made that they refused to let you make your usual escapades.

For this very reason you found yourself idly in your cabin, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance because you seemed to have babysitters everywhere, Meg always had an eye on you, and if you managed to get rid of her Leon always caught you in the act of fleeing. You ended up throwing a tantrum because this was starting to get worse than having strict parents, except that there were more than two people meddling in your life decisions.

Your anger only led to a run of bad games and you ignoring the survivors completely, drama queen? maybe, but you were at the age of getting angry about everything and everyone. This led to Dwight, considered the leader, now being in your cabin.

"You understand that we are only worrying about you, right?"

You clucked your tongue in displeasure, glancing over your shoulder as the man fingered his tie, adjusting it nervously. He'd had plenty of miserable jobs, but he'd never know how to deal with a teenager.

"I don't need anyone to worry about me, you are worse than my parents!"

"L-listen we can reach a deal, you don't have to keep behaving like this."

"Deal?"

"Yeah umh... we thought maybe you can get away from the camp as long as someone comes with you."

"Who would want to go to the killers camp to bother?"

"I'm sure Nea, David, Yui or Ace wouldn't mind..."

You narrowed your eyes for a few seconds before nodding, hiding a mischievous smile as you watched as he let out a sigh of relief, you were going to keep your part of the deal, but that didn't mean you were going to keep it forever. For now you would take advantage of the opportunity to have companions on your travels.

#dbd x reader #dbd #gender neutral reader #survivorsxreader #x reader #killersxreader #platonic #platonic reader #dwight #teen reader #the trickster #pyramid head

[superfamilyexchange]

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back on the track by wingheads for ralsbecket, Artwork

ever since he could remember, steve has always wanted to visit the grand canyon. superheroing and raising a family has kept him busy, but for their wedding anniversary, tony packs up steve and the kids for a cross-country road trip to arizona.

Hope Your Heart Is Strong Enough by Coffee_and_notebooks for Infinitywrites, 7.1k Words

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everything the heart desires by ArabellaAM for Coffee_and_notebooks, 16.5k Words

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Trying to Find My Way Back by ralsbecket for geekymoviemom, 5.3k Words

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The Best Laid Plans by ChocolateCapCookie for imeanthatsprettysnazzy, 3.6k Words

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hard at work by starksnack for captainstars, 1.5k Words

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forecasted therapy by parkrstark for tamaranianprincess, 1.5k Words

Tony can’t help but think about all the reasons why they shouldn’t when he and Steve adopt Peter.

Till Forever Falls Apart by Infinitywrites for starksnack, 4.3k Words

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Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name? by Perlmutt for VeroCaroline, 5.6k Words

Peter has an existential crisis on his first day of kindergarten.

Build with love, your life by captainstars for UisceOneLove, 4k Words

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How Do You Know They're Yours by UisceOneLove for lizzeth, 1.5k Words

Peter has a question for Steve and Natasha.

An Act of Love: Confession by Skeeter_110 for ChocolateCapCookie, 2k Words

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Love is another Higgs particle by VeroCaroline for wingheads, Artwork

Tony is trying to create a worm hole just to find there are other universes that look the same, but are very different! Tokophobia is definitely a new word in Tony´s dictionary. The A/B/O fan art you´ve never asked for…

Warning: Secrets May Have Consequences! by Pookiethefrickinbunn for parkrstark, 5k Words

The brain fog slowly began to seep out of Steve’s head and more and more details came to him. He had been on his way to pick up his boyfriend's 11 year old son from school. No, scratch that. He had picked him up from school. … “Steve! Help!” Peter screamed and without a second thought Captain America stormed the room. In an instant three men were on him, attempting to tackle him to the ground. Steve easily shook them off, leaving them incapacitated on the floor, only to realize a few seconds later that fighting him was not their main objection. Getting the syringe full of Super Soldier tranquilizers that was currently lodged into his neck was. Steve felt his world begin to tilt and suddenly he was hitting the ground hard. All the while Peter was screaming for him. Oh God. Peter They had Peter.

The Joys of Early Morning Hunts by lizzeth for Perlmutt, 3.5k Words

During the mer's morning hunt, humans have breached the peaceful dome in which the fishfolk of SHIELD reside. In the panic of swimming to their caves and seeking spots to hide, Tony finds himself desperately looking for his gup, Peter. But the humans are close, where could Peter of gone?

Look Into His Angel Eyes (One Look And You’re Hypnotized) by EmmaElsa0000 for Neverever, 2.3k Words

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Finding A Way Back by Neverever for MercurialMagpie, 4.2k Words

When Tony hurts his back, ex-husband Steve stays with him to take care of their son, Peter. Peter likes this arrangement a lot.

The Artistic Method by MercurialMagpie for ArabellaAM, 2.5k Words

Steve is perfectly happy with his life, and his career teaching art. That is, until a bright young man and his brilliant father intrude on his peace.

when your waiter looks like a greek statue by imeanthatsprettysnazzy for Girl_Back_There, 1.8k Words

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Home for the Holidays by tamaranianprincess for EmmaElsa0000, 2.2k Words

Steve surprises his husband and son when he comes home from overseas.

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[darlingpwease]

Huh, I've never thought about it that way. I get it tho, on a majority of my social media apps, if I have irl friends added I'm suddenly really cautious about what I like or repost. Tumblr is like my safe place lmao, like a little hideaway <3

I think it's so sweet that you would ask for permission, it's oddly thoughtful <33 /pos

my wonderful panna cotta, because you definitely work for quite a large part of us <3333 ahhhh smooth talker,,,,,, silver tongue, huh?

AWWW DOVE AAA <333

ur too much for me sometimes bubba, so sweet, so stunning,, I can't believe you call me a smooth talker /t /pos

In regards to cooking one meal? I don't think I've had a hard one..

but I do help out with cooking when I go to large family dinners. It's like me and the others in the kitchen are going all over the place to cook enough food for everyone, that's definitely difficult lol

Have you ever baked something difficult? Do you have a favorite to bake, Dove??

In that case, I'm excited to share it with you eventually!! <33

Thank you for letting me know, I'll keep it in mind, especially if it may grow to something that could go to 1-1 :))

I don't think you said anything negative tho!! It's like ur looking out for both of us, it's super sweet <33

I'm not him tho tbf, but it does feel like ur trying to help out, which is super nice /pos /gen

-panna cotta

mmm! sweetest <333

I'd rather look a little, hm, 'weird' than violate someone's space — we're all here to have fun, and your personal blog is just your personal blog, it shouldn't affect relationships, you know? my motivation 'not to have mutuals' is similar to the motivation to be anonpie — we have a connection, but it does not go to the level where we begin to monitor ourselves more closely <3

my private blog is my private blog, your private blog is your private blog — even if they are public, it is still a "private" space <3

in addition, from smaller, but also influencing reasons — I generally don't get along well with people, while most writerblogs are quite self-centered for obvious reasons. I just don't feel comfortable trying to communicate with them — I have my sweet pies, why do I need "unknown who" outside? </3

... and, judging by the fact that I'm talking to the sweetbun right now, this is a working tactic <33333

panettone, I am nothing more than an oracle, telling everything I see and hear, while you are the sweetest delicious bun that I drag away with me while no one sees <333 grab you by your sweet cheek and hide in a box so that no one will find you </33333 /hj /pos

ahhhh, you are helping with the cooking? that's so sweet, honey,,,,, such a sweet thing,,,,,,,,, <33333

one day I was making a cake — Banoffee pie — and it was very chaotic, because these were my first times when I was just learning baking, not liking any kind of cooking before, and I was close to quitting everything halfway, but I brought it to the end out of sheer stubbornness </3

I couldn't work properly with the mixer at first, then I couldn't pack all the bananas, and after that there were problems with cream. I can say that I have collected all the combos of possible problems with this pie, even if now it no longer causes me difficulties </33 but in the past, I was dirty, annoyed and very angry </333

in that case, maybe you have the most favorite thing to cook, honey?

I really like making sausages in dough! I love working with the dough and giving it different shapes, although the cat and the boat are still my favorites <333

It's mutual, kissable one <333

#❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #[📂] — voice from under the bed #I'm glad you understand what I mean lovely <333 #I don't want to cause antipathy sound like I'm insisting or something #he's very <33333 #I just want to; um; share my experience #you are already big enough to make your own decisions of course /pos /t

[tragedy-for-sale]

Wild Blue

Look, it's not everyday I give you wholesome shit, hell not even every month. But you got luckily... apparently. Boys playing in the water and being stupid? Yes please, I think we need this.

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The boys didn't often have a minute to themselves, but when they did, when they had free time, Havoc was never quiet. "I'm saying it's impractical to wear our armor when we don't have a mission, we have civilian attire for a reason, Echo." Tech rolled his eyes, he, as you imagine, was not wearing his armor nor his blacks, but whatever clothes they'd stolen over the years. "... and if we want to go steal stuff, we'll blend in perfectly with the population." Tech smiled, knowing he and Echo had made plans to do just that.

Echo frowned, "Yeah whatever." He crossed his arms, pouting as he tried to think of something witty as a way to insult Tech, but that thought was quickly interrupted, "Uh Wrecker, why are you carrying around Hunter?" Echo asked, looking up from his holopad. Tech also looked up, the smallest smile on his face.

"Oh!" Wrecker's smile grew, "He was just sitting there so I picked him up, he's just living in the moment now! See." Wrecker then turned around.

Hunter, who looked as if he had been sleeping, lifted his head, "How's it hanging?" He smiled, waving softly. Echo chuckled a little, hand to his mouth to try to hide it. Hunter then let his head fall again, maybe he was trying to sleep.

"He likes it!" Wrecker said as he turned back around.

"Yeah!" Hunter assured, there was a little laugh in his voice, it was as if they were cadets again. Wrecker always picked him up. Hunter had been pretty weirded out the first time Wrecker did pick him up. But he'd gotten used to, Hunter was never doing anything better and Wrecker also took him to the right place. Where ever his brothers were.

Crosshair peaked his head out from the doorway, and with a giddy laugh he ran up to Wrecker and jumped, "Me too!" He would've tackled Wrecker to the ground, but Wrecker wasn't caught off guard. Also, Crosshair is not strong enough to knock Wrecker off his feet.

"Ah! I got 'em both!" Wrecker laughed, picking Crosshair up and slinging him over his other shoulder. Crosshair took a minute to ensure he wouldn't fall, once he did he looked down to Hunter and fist bumped him. "Time to go!" Wrecker started moving, getting nonstop laughs from his brothers. Tech and Echo trailed closely behind as Wrecker ran outside the ship.

"Just run and jump on him, you'll fit." Tech prompted, taking note on how Echo eyeballed the three.

"Oh no, I couldn't." Echo shook his head. Tech gave him a shove, "Oh fine!" He huffed, running and jumping up on Wrecker's back. "I'm here-!" Crosshair and Hunter both made sure Echo wouldn't fall, their hands on his back that only moved once he felt he wouldn't fall.

"Ah!" Wrecker laughed, adjusting to the weight of another brother. "Tech you coming?" He turned around and looked at his brother. Hunter lifted his head, almost falling in the process. Echo was holding onto Wrecker's head and Crosshair was just sitting there, sticking his tongue out at Tech.

"...I don't think there is anymore room, so..." He stated, a small smile creeping on his face as he came up with an excellent idea. "...See ya, losers!" Tech laughed as he bolted the other direction towards the lake they'd landed nearby. As he ran, he threw his helmet at his brothers, luckily Echo caught it before it hit Wrecker. Who was charging full speed after Tech into the water.

When Wrecker had ran deep enough into the water, he flung his brothers off, sending them flying into the lake. Wrecker then picked up Tech, "Can't escape me, brother!" he laughed as dunked Tech's head underwater, then dropping him.

Tech floated back up to the surface, lifting his goggles up to wipe his eyes, he then threw them to shore. "How about we play a game of- Shit!" He screamed as Crosshair, who was underwater, yanked on Tech's leg and made him fall again. Crosshair emerged and burst out laughing.

Hunter had Echo on his shoulders, they were going after Wrecker, the two tackled their older brother, he plunged into the water. He stayed underwater for much longer than he should have. "Uh oh." Hunter said as he scanned the water trying to see Wrecker under the water. "Echo abort! Save yourself!" Hunter cried as Echo jumped off, swimming to safety with Crosshair. As soon as Echo was gone, Hunter was pulled under the water, Wrecker waved to him before swimming up. Hunter lingered there for a minute before he resurfaced.

When he did, he saw his brothers playing chicken, which is what Tech was going to suggest before Crosshair interrupted him. He came over, watching them, a smile on his face. Crosshair lost against Echo, falling off Tech's shoulders and into the water. Hunter then intervened, allowing Tech to get on his shoulders for round two.

As you can imagine, the boys went about this until the sun had set. Echo and Tech had completely forgotten about their plan to rob several stores of their foods and alcohols. "...But could we even buy alcohol? 'Cause at 79's they know we're clones" Echo asked, he was laying on the ground with Tech, the two were stargazing, "Also, we don't have IDs and like, we're all twelve."

Tech turned his head, chuckling softly, "No, I don't think we could, that's why we made a plan to steal it, Vod." He rolled his eyes, flicking Echo's head.

"You were going to steal something without me?" Crosshair asked, sounding genuinely offended. He stood by their heads, looking down, he had plates of food in his arms. They two of them made Crosshair get them food, he was the youngest, he had no choice.

"Damn right." Echo smiled as he sat up, taking a plate, "Thanks bubba." He said, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of Hunter's 'infamous but not really 'cause it's Hunter's mac-n-cheese.' Tech took his plate and also thanked Crosshair, who sat down with them.

"The night is still young, we can go, but it's almost your bedtime, Crosshair, you'd have to ask Hunter." Tech smirked, eyeballing Crosshair as he took a bite of his food.

Crosshair shot Tech a defeated glare, he tried to be offended, but he failed. He made a face before turning his head, "Hunter! They wanna go steal stuff, can I go?!" He yelled. Echo and Tech burst out laughing, not expecting him to actually do it. He did it out of spite. Hunter would say yes and then they'd have to take him.

Hunter turned his head away from the grill, "What? Yeah, just don't do anything to the population!" He called back before turning back to Wrecker. "Yeah, so I was tellin' Tech that just because he's smart doesn't mean he can tie his shoes."

Wrecker nodded, "Exactly, doing algebra scary fast doesn't mean you can get all of us ready to fight in fifteen minutes before a battle." Wrecker took another bite of the mac-n-cheese, looking over to his brothers, who were all laughing together over in the dirt.

"You get me," Hunter said, "It's not about book smart, it's about street smarts."

"But I don't know shit about streets-"

"Not actually streets," Hunter shook his head, "... I think." He mumbled before shoving his face with food to avoid questions. Wrecker nodded, very wise was his little brother.

"Anyway, look at Crosshair, can you believe him?" Hunter shook his head, making eye contact with Crosshair, who had gotten up and had come towards the two.

"What did I do?" Crosshair asked, "I just wanted more food." He whined, shuffling to them as Hunter set down his plate, took Crosshair's and gave him more food.

"I can't believe you, you're atrocious." Wrecker gave Crosshair a soft shove, Crosshair tried to hide his grin as Hunter handed him his plate.

"Oh yeah, I'm terrible, ya'll should just leave me on Kamino one of these days." He laughed as he turned away, walking back to Tech and Echo.

"What an idiot."

"Ugh, I know right?"

The two shared another laugh and continued to diss their little brothers, but luckily, they were doing the same thing. "Yeah, no, Hunter's hair? Nothing special, now General Skywalker is fucking ugly," They all nodded in agreement as Echo spoke, "But he knows how to do his hair. Hunter needs to use better conditioner, the general would go to Amidala's place and come back smelling like an angel." Which helped with his face.

"I agree, in comparison to General Skywalker, Hunter's looks are not on a vomit-inducing scale." Tech added, stacking his empty plate on top of Echo's also empty plate.

"But he's still ugly."

"Oh, very."

Crosshair laughed as he chewed, trying his best not to choke. "Can we go now?" He said when he'd finished eating. Tech and Echo both glared at him for a solid thirty seconds before nodding and getting up. Crosshair got up, having to catch up with them. They dropped their plates off. Echo and Tech simply said they were heading out, but Crosshair lingered, "We'll be back, I- I can do the dishes when we get back," He muttered, "Uh, bye."

"Bye, bubba." Hunter smiled, waving Crosshair off. Crosshair had a giddy smile, giving them a nod and a thumbs up before turning around and running after Tech and Echo, who were practically already out of sight.

"Hey! You assholes!" Crosshair screamed as he ran after them, "Wait! I'm scared of the dark!" He called as he caught up with them. Wrecker and Hunter smiled fondly. It was a good day.

"....Crosshair isn't gonna do the dishes." Hunter said once they'd stood there in silence for several minutes.

"Yeah, no he isn't." Wrecker agreed as he helped Hunter clean up. Wrecker loaded their grill back up as Hunter took the plates and food back inside. "We'll make Tech do them." Wrecker called as he locked the compartment the grill was in, he then headed back inside, "Hide his armor so he'll have motivation." Wrecker suggested once he was back inside. Hunter was putting the dishes in the sink, he looked up to Wrecker and chuckled,

"Good idea!"

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#what do hunter and wrecker do without their brothers #do echo tech and crosshair get away with stealing booze? #found out in the next episode of Wild Blue #this episode was brought to you by #sibling interactions #references to memes #clones thinking Anakin is ugly as hell #and happy crosshair #who everyone collectively calls 'bubba' #I make the rules and I enforce them #okay but no angst #wtf #that's what I'm known for #clones #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #bad batch #tech #the bad batch #wrecker #Crosshair #Hunter #Echo #also them all collectively bullying each other? #yes please #you have been fed well

[buckyshusband0]

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 & 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐂.𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

pairings || Chris Evans x Male!Reader

requested by anon || “Anyway, could I get a CE x male reader where they meet at a mutual friends party, and Chris asks for a date, they get to know eachother and after the date (maybe a fair date) they go to the readers house and eat food the reader prepared and he decides to show Chris something cool, a game room, since games and tech are his passion he has games from all gens, including games Chris grew up with, so they play all night and fall asleep on eachother while playing games”

summary || Chris and reader meet a party and get to know each other more and more. Chris sees reader’s collection of games from his childhood. What happens when Chris falls more in love with reader? 

warnings || Swearing, fluff, anxiety 

authors note || AHH!! This was my first request so I hoped I did a good job on your request. Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

wordcount || 1.4k

Chris had just got a call from his friend. Robert Downey Jr. Robert had invited Chris over for a get together since they haven’t seen each other ever since Avengers: Infinity War came out.

He was partly excited but at the same time he really just wanted to watch movies with his dog Dodger. Before Chris could even think, his mouth has said ‘yes’ to Robert’s request.

Cursing under his breath as he knew he had to get up looking presentable now. 

Chris got up from the couch grunting as he stretched his arms and legs. Dodger who had woken up by the movement looked at his dad with a confused face. Chris smiled and pet dodger on his head before proceeding to walk away. 

He walked into his bedroom looking around in his closet debating on what to wear. He finally came to a conclusion to wear a black shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly with a pair of pants and navy blue shoes. He then topped it off with a nice fashionable watch.  His Outfit

He looked in the mirror one final time before going downstairs and seeing Dodger sleeping again. He walked over to Dodger and pet his head once more.

“I’m going to be away for a little. Okay Bubba?” 

Dodger not understanding what he was saying just laid there closing his eyes ready for more sleep. Chris chuckled before getting his car keys and opening the front door. 

He stepped inside his car turning the radio on before driving away from the curb to proceed to Robert’s house. 

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Chris was now at Robert’s house. He could already see people entering and leaving the modernly old fashioned house. It was a nice house he couldn’t lie. Just not his taste. 

He shot a quick text telling Robert he was there waiting. 

No more than 3 minutes, Chris had finally got out of his car ready to enter the party. As everyone knows, Chris is a famous (hot) celebrity everyone wants. He had anxiety so he really wasn’t looking towards this party but hell. He might as well. 

As he entered the old fashioned modernly house, he caught a few stares. Nothing new. He saw people dancing, drinking, even making out. Oh lord was he in for a rollercoaster. 

He searched for Robert. But nothing. 

“Where the hell is this man?” Chris thought to himself as he moved through the crowd of people dancing on each other. Gross. 

He sighed knowing Robert was probably out in the party somewhere flirting. “I knew I shouldn’t have came.” Chris took once again, another deep sigh tired of this shit. 

Walking to the bathroom, he bumped into someone knocking them down. He looked apologetic and helped the other man up. 

“I am so so sorry.” Chris pleaded to the other man feeling bad. 

“It’s okay, No harm done so all good.” The other male smiled to the Bostonian man in front of him. 

“I’m Chris. Chris Evans.” Chris reached his hand out for you to shake. 

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled at him and he felt like he was going to meet as soon as you took his hand in yours. 

Chris looked around seeing if Robert was around yet and no surprise, he wasn’t. He instantly came up with an idea that probably was better than being at this boring ass party. 

“Would you maybe.. wanna get out of here?” Chris asked cautiously hoping not to get declined by the handsome man standing in front of him. 

“And do what?” You asked smiling again. God your smile was sending thousands of butterflies to Chris stomach. 

“Well, there’s this fair going on right now about 3 blocks away from here. So, we can maybe do that and go from there?” A hint of embarrassment forming on Chris face was showing. 

“That sounds perfect Chris.” 

He held his arm for you to take. Which you did. You two walked out of the house where the loud music was playing ready to just get away from there. Chris opened his car door and you two drove off to the fair.

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The fair was was fun. 

Chris and You got to know each other better and learning new things about each other. You had learned Chris doesn’t like rollercoasters like that but he went on them for you. He was determined. 

You were now standing in front of your door with Chris. Whom you just invited over because you were both starving. 

You had some food already prepared in the house but you wanted to cook something nice for a special specific six foot Bostonian man. 

Unlocking the door, Chris had soaked up the beautiful interior to your house. It was welcoming and calm. The way everything was set up was just perfect. 

‘A perfect home for a perfect boy.’ Chris thought. 

Chris thoughts were invaded when you had told him to sit down in the living room. You walked into the nice and warm kitchen getting the things you needed for this dinner. 

Chris looked around the living room a little more before you came in and tapped his shoulder. He turned his head towards where you were standing raising his eyebrow. 

“You can look around if you want. In fact.. I have something cool I want to show you.” You grabbed his hands forcing him to get up.

He smiled at the sight of you pulling him into a room when his eyes went wide and his mouth fell down. 

You laughed at his reaction. 

The room consisted of games from every era. From the 80′s to now. Pacman, Mario, Donkey Kong and more were presented as they were placed around the room. 

“What do you think?” You raised your eyebrow.

“I-It’s amazing. Like wow!” He walked more into the room soaking up the excitement he used to have playing these games when he was a child. Chris looked at you and smiled.

“I haven’t seen these games in such a long time. How’d you get them?” He proceeded to check out every game waiting for your response. “Well, I worked real hard trying to find these. But I managed to get them.” 

Chris had fell in love with you even more... 

“Can we play them?” You shook your head and looked at him.

Chris frowned when you had shook your head. 

“Dinner first and then, we can play all the games you want. I promise.” He looked at you before smiling and walking back to you.

Chris checked around the house more as you made you way back to kitchen ready to cook that nice dinner you had planned out. It felt good to be in Chris presence. The way he would look at you and smile. The blush on his cheeks that would show when you complimented him. You were in love. 

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After dinner, as promised. You and Chris went back to the arcade room to play all the games he desired to play for a while now. You were just completely love structed by the Bostonian man as he talked for hours. 

Looking at the time, it was now 3 am. You yawned feeling tired. You tried to hide the yawn so you can stay up more with Chris but that didn’t get unnoticed by him.

“Hey, about we take it down for the rest of the night?” Chris said hoping you would let him spend the night over. He was completely in love also. Just everything about you bought happiness to his heart. 

“You sure? I know how much you love these games.” You chuckled.

“Yeah yeah. C’mon.” Chris picked you up proposal style trying to remember which room was the one that held a bed in it. He found it and laid you down gently.

He was about to leave the room when he heard you call his name in a low whispered voice. 

“Stay..” 

Chris looked at you cautiously before smiling and getting close to the bed.

“You sure? I don’t want to invade any privacy.” Such a gentleman. 

“It’s late anyways, I wouldn’t want to send you out at 3 am. Wouldn’t I?” You chuckled before doing grabby hands towards him. 

He took his shirt off and laid next to you searching for any sign of doubt in your face. But nothing. He smiled ready to sleep with the man he loves. 

You moved closer to him resting your head on his welled molded chest. Soft like a pillow. Chris ruffled with your hair as he heard you snoring low. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” He stated before kissing your head and falling asleep himself.

Who knew Chris Evans would fall in love even more by games and dinner. You both were happy and sound asleep for the rest of the night enjoying the peace and quiet. 

#chris evans x male reader #chris evans #x male reader #fluff #malexmale #chris evans fic #imagine #one shot #first date

[idy-ll-ique]

No Time Like The Present

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: FLUFF GALORE

Warnings: none... maybe like one (1) mention of smut at the end

Requested: nope

Summary: On a mission, Sam, Bucky and Steve somehow get turned into one year old babies. Mrs Y/N Rogers, wife of the one and only Steve Rogers has to take care of them. After the whole ordeal is over, Steve wants his own baby.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I know, I know, the babyvengers trope is kinda overused at this point but I just couldn't help but write my own version of it!!!!! they're so cute after all!!! (also, writing overprotective/jealous baby Steve was so fun). enjoy!

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"They what?!" Y/N shouted into the phone. "Yes. I'm not lying, Y/N. And you're the only one here who can help us. Please, just come over to the Compound for a week. I know you don't like to get in the middle of all the Avenging stuff but please," Maria Hill begged. Y/N rubbed her temple in annoyance.

What choice did she have?

"Okay okay, I'll pack and be there in an hour. Think you can keep them occupied?" Y/N chuckled in defeat. "Sure I can, they're surprisingly quiet for their age," Maria laughed along, "See you in an hour, Mrs Rogers." Y/N ended the call and made her way to hers and Steve's shared bedroom to pack a bag. Unbelievable.

Sam, Bucky and her husband Steve had gone on a mission. They were supposed to come back today, and they did, but… not in the way everyone was hoping. They returned… as babies. Small, one year old babies who were, according to Maria, extremely adorable. But babies. How had that even happened?

As promised, an hour later, Y/N reached the compound. Her being a civilian, Steve was overprotective of her, only allowing her to come to the Compound for emergencies. They had a house in the city; Steve no longer lived at the Compound. "Maria!" Y/N called out and the agent turned, relief flooding her face.

"Thank God, come here!" One of the other agents took her bag and Y/N followed Hill towards the briefing room. Once inside, Y/N froze in shock upon seeing the babies playing with toys on the floor. "They are actually babies," she whispered and Maria sighed next to her. "I know. Everyone is super busy, you're the only one who can handle them."

"How long are they going to be like this?"

"One week. Something on the mission, a sorceress, yadda yadda yadda, babies," the agent explained and Y/N nodded, turning to look at the babies once more. She had to admit, they were cute. Bright blond hair, big blue eyes, pale skin— that was her… husband, Steve. He wore a blue onesie. Next to him, in a red onesie, was Bucky.

Fluffy brown hair too long for a baby framed his face, his steel blue eyes focused on the toy in front of him as his lips formed the most adorable pout Y/N had seen. Finally, in a sage green onesie next to Bucky was Sam. His honey brown eyes were filled with amusement as he held up a toy bird, moving it around. All of them were simply cute.

"Hey guys," Y/N cooed, sitting next to them. As soon as she said that their eyes snapped towards her. Big, kind-of-toothless grins spread over all their faces. "Y/N!" Steve shouted gleefully, rapidly crawling towards his wife and jumping into her arms. He buried his face in her chest as he giggled loudly, slobbering.

"Hey there, baby boy. I missed you," Y/N laughed, rubbing his back as Sam and Bucky, too, crawled over to her. "Y/N," Sam whined, making grabby hands. She moved to keep Steve down but he whined louder than Sam, tightly clutching her t-shirt. "Stevie, I need to say hello," she insisted but Steve shook his head.

"My wife!" he pouted and Y/N didn't know whether to feel disturbed or awed. I mean, sure, Steve was her husband… but he was currently a baby. That's weird. "That's big Steve, mister. Now let me say hello to Sammy and Buck." Grumbling, Steve let go, sitting on the floor grumpily as Sam and Bucky both climbed into Y/N's arms with grins.

When Y/N pressed a soft kiss to baby Bucky's head, Steve's lower lip wobbled as tears filled his eyes. And when she kissed baby Sam on the nose? Steve wailed loudly and crawled back to Y/N, attempting to shove Bucky and Sam off her lap. "Aw, Stevie, come here!" Y/N giggled at Steve's behavior.

She sat cross-legged on the floor with Sam on one knee, Bucky on one and Steve between the two facing her. All three cuddled into her as Steve quieted, resorting to sniffles. "I love you so much, bub," Y/N whispered, pressing two kisses to Steve's cheeks. "Wuv you too, Y/N," Steve mumbled sleepily.

All of them were tired from their mission, it was almost bedtime anyway. Maria told her that they had all been fed already; that was a relief. "How about we all go to bed now, hm? Come on, Sammy, you first." Bucky and Steve crawled off of Y/N's lap and went back to their toys, albeit with reluctance.

Y/N then stood up with Sam in her arms and with a nod to Maria, left the room. Y/N knew where his room at the Compound was and took him there, getting him ready for bed within five minutes. "FRIDAY?" she questioned once Sam was tucked into bed. He was behaving well, given how he still had some of his adult brain with him.

"Yes, Mrs Rogers?" the AI replied. "Can you, maybe… turn the bed into some sort of a crib?" Y/N chewed her lip. "That is possible, Mrs Rogers." And she watched as safety rails showed up at three ends of the bed, spare the headrest which was already fluffy. Y/N gathered some of the pillows and placed them around Sam, caging him in.

"Goodnight, honey bun," she cooed, somehow reaching over and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Night, Y/N," Sam murmured, already half-asleep. Then she went back to the briefing room to collect Bucky, who was asleep. His thumb was in his mouth as he mindlessly sucked on it, cradled in Maria's arms.

"Here," she whispered and handed the sleeping baby over. Y/N smiled and went to Bucky's room, managing to get him ready for bed without waking him up. Then she placed him in the middle of his bed, asking FRIDAY to do the same to Bucky's bed. Soon, he was tucked in nice and sweet. "Night." She kissed his forehead as well.

Maybe it won't be so bad, these kids were angels. Apart from the still overprotective Steve, of course. He was hyper. "Y/N!" he shouted the moment she came back and picked him in her arms. "Stevie, shh, bubba. It's very late, you need to be quiet," she chided gently and Steve's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth.

"Sowwy, Y/N," he muttered and she melted, pressing several kisses to his cheeks as they reached his room; the one they shared for a year before moving out. Steve got ready as well and she placed him on the bed, this time changing her own clothes and getting into bed with him. FRIDAY set up the safety rails.

Y/N placed several pillows on Steve's side of the bed as he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Tired," he whimpered and Y/N cooed, bringing him closer to her. "I'm here with you, baby, go to sleep," she smiled. "My wife!" Steve exclaimed proudly and giggled, snuggling into her as he felt himself getting taken over by sleep.

"Big Steve's wife," Y/N scoffed to herself.

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A knock on the door to her room woke Y/N up. Steve was still asleep, also sucking on his thumb. Confused, Y/N went and opened the door, only to see no one there. "Huh?" She was about to close the door when there was a soft whine. "Y/N…" Her head snapped downwards and she saw Bucky looking up at her, pouting.

"Aw— honey bun, how did you get out of your bed?" she chuckled as she picked baby Bucky up. He instantly snuggled into her arms. "Fwiday," he mumbled and Y/N fondly shook her head. "My intelligent baby," she teased and a smile bloomed on his face. "Your baby," he agreed and buried his face in her neck.

There was a loud cry which startled both of them.

"MY WIFE!" Steve yelled, sitting up in bed. Tears were wantonly running down his cheeks as he sniffled angrily, glaring at Bucky. Bucky cowered under his stare, also tearing up. Y/N's eyes widened. "Shh, bub, it's okay, it's okay…" she consoled Bucky first and he went quiet, clinging to Y/N like his life depended on it.

Y/N then sat next to Steve with a stern expression on her face. "That was not nice, Stevie, apologize right now," she chided and Steve cried harder after being reprimanded. "My wife, mine! Stealer!" Steve pointed an accusatory finger at Bucky, who didn't back down this time. He knew he had Y/N's support.

"Stevie."

Steve huffed and looked at Y/N with the best possible puppy look he could muster. Y/N melted. "Come here." Steve crawled onto her lap and hugged her tightly, still throwing Bucky unsure looks. "You love me, Steve?" He nodded eagerly. "Then say sorry to Bucky. Now," Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Sowwy Bucky."

"Issotay."

"Friends?" Y/N asked, looking back and forth between both babies. "Fwiends," they repeated and finally smiled at each other. Y/N picked Steve up and wiped the tears and snot off his face, pressing kisses all over his face. "Good boy," she praised and Steve giggled loudly and gleefully. "What are you doing up so early, Bucky?" she then asked the dark-haired baby.

"Miss you," he mumbled bashfully and Y/N cooed, also pressing kisses to his face. "You are just adorable. Both of you." She placed them both on the bed and asked FRIDAY to set up the safety rails again. "Now, I'm going to get Sam. You two stay and behave, okay?" Both babies nodded. "Good boys. Be back soon."

She left the room and Steve instantly turned to Bucky, dropping his friendly facade. "My wife," he said protectively, "Not yours." Bucky rolled his eyes. "You a baby, not your wife. Big Stevie's wife," he snarked and Steve pouted harder. "Mine!" he insisted. "She my fwiend," Bucky retorted, crossing his chubby baby arms.

Steve glared at him. It was an adorable sight, really. "Only fwiend. Mine," he hissed and grumpily turned away from him. Bucky did too, pouting. That's how Y/N found them when she walked in with Sam; Bucky facing the foot of the bed and Steve facing the headrest as both of them glared at nothing. Oh boy.

"Are you guys still mad?"

Sam blinked as both of them turned to her. "My fwiend," Bucky insisted. "My wife," Steve also insisted. Y/N sighed. "You're both correct. Stevie, it's okay, I'm only Bucky's friend. I'm your wife, okay?" Just saying that made her gag. Pedo vibes… "I love you. I love Bucky too, but only as a friend."

Steve calmed down a bit after that. "Otay," he mumbled. Sam was then placed next to the two. He only stared at them, mostly with confusion but also with mild disdain at their "childish" behavior. "I'm gonna get your things now, okay? And you're all getting cleaned up. After that, breakfast."

All three of them nodded. Y/N left the room again, calling Maria. Soon, she returned to the room with two handfuls of baby stuff; diapers, clothes, powders, toys, whatnot. She changed their clothes fairly easily (surprisingly not throwing up at the sight of three soiled diapers) and then put them in new clothes.

Steve wore a tiny t-shirt and shorts, Bucky went with a sweater and full pants, while Sam went with overalls. "My handsome boys!" Y/N squealed excitedly and whipped out her phone, taking a few pictures. "Aren't you simply… ugh cutie pies," she groaned and picked Steve up first. He seemed elated at that.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, Y/N!" The three of them shouted excitedly and Y/N put Steve in the baby pram sitting outside the room. It had three seats, meant for triplets. Bucky and Sam were also placed in the pram and Y/N took them to the communal area. There, she met Rhodey. "Hi there, Mrs Rogers," he greeted with a kind smile.

Y/N gave him a hug, much to the dismay of Steve. Baby him was overprotective to a new degree. "Issotay, they jus' fwiends," Bucky told him quietly when he noticed how Steve's eyes watered again. Steve hurriedly wiped his tears off. "Heard what happened on the mission. They are cute," Rhodey chuckled.

He waved at the kids. They waved back politely. "A handful, though. Steve has become 1000 times more protective. He got mad at Bucky because I was talking to him," Y/N rolled her eyes, "Keeps insisting I'm his wife. I don't know how to feel about that, to be honest." Y/N pulled a face and both of them laughed.

"Well, Mrs Rogers, I guess I'll leave you to it now. They look like they're hungry. See you!" Rhodey left and Y/N turned to the babies. "Hungry, boys?" They shouted again and Y/N placed all three of them on the new baby chairs at the dining table. The whole Compound was now baby proofed. What do one year olds eat?

She found out that the fridge was filled with baby food and sighed with relief. Placing three bowls in front of them, she watched them eat. This week was going to be an amazing learning experience. She and Steve had been married for around 3 years now, maybe after this week… they could try for one of their own.

If she made it through this week without any problems, she knew she was ready to be a mom. Steve would be a fantastic dad as well. "More." Startled, Y/N turned to see Bucky staring at her with a huge smile, lips and cheeks covered in mango purée as he showed her his empty bowl.

She blinked.

"Bucky, darling, eat slowly or you'll choke," she sighed as she filled his bowl, cleaning his face with the bib he wore. "Otay, Y/N," he mumbled distractedly before eating, much slower this time. She took out her phone but suddenly noticed Steve staring at her. She raised her brows at him and he frowned.

He held his hand out and Y/N took it, chuckling a bit as he tugged her closer. She moved her chair closer to his and kept holding his hand as he ate. Sam was the neatest and cleanest of them all, not too fast, not too slow and not at all messy. Steve was eating as slow as was humanly possible, to keep holding Y/N's hand.

When they finished eating, Y/N kept all the bowls in the sink and cleaned the babies, taking them to the briefing room which was now turned into some sort of a daycare room. Filled with toys, no sharp things, all the corners baby-proofed. Y/N sat on the floor near the door as the three babies crawled to the toys.

The week went by in a breeze. Taking care of Steve, Bucky and Sam was easy, especially Sam. He was the quietest, keeping to himself and his toys as Bucky and Steve fought on a daily basis. 100% of the time over Y/N Rogers. Any time Y/N gave Bucky (or Sam) even a second of attention Steve got jealous.

He threw tantrums, threw things around and cried so loudly that the entire city could probably hear him. One time, baby Steve even dumped his food on Bucky's head because Y/N was wiping Bucky's face while eating. Y/N had shouted at him then and he sobbed for an hour straight. Y/N didn't feel bad at all, he deserved it.

"Ugh, this week has been so tiring," Y/N groaned to herself as she lay on Steve's bed in her pajamas, baby Steve asleep next to her. She rubbed her eyes and took her phone in her hands, swiping through all the pictures and smiling to herself. There were over a 100 new pictures on her phone, all of Bucky, Sam and Steve.

A few minutes later, Y/N fell asleep as well.

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Who's hugging me? My husband is supposed to be a baby.

Y/N woke up to the feeling of strong arms around her, pulling her into a firm chest as someone stared at her. She blinked her eyes open and turned her head, smiling widely when she saw her husband's own smiling face. He was big again! "Stevie!" she squealed and hugged him tightly. He laughed.

"My wife," he whispered teasingly and Y/N groaned, slapping his chest. "You were such a nightmare baby, still cute though," she laughed as Steve leaned over and gave her a sweet kiss. "Big Steve manages to keep his protectiveness and obsession under wraps, baby Steve was unfiltered," Steve grinned and Y/N shook her head.

"So I saw your real colours this week?"

"Pretty much."

"You're impossible, good thing I still love you. My Captain," she whispered and leaned in for another kiss. As they sat there making out, there was a knock on the door. Y/N went to open it, grinning when she saw Bucky standing there with a smirk on his face, leaning against the doorframe.

"Your intelligent baby is here," he joked and Y/N laughed, pulling him into her embrace. "Yup, my baby," she crooned and Steve jokingly shouted out, "My wife!" Bucky and Y/N pulled away from each other, laughing loudly. "I'm gonna go get Sam, behave," she winked and left the room, leaving Bucky and Steve alone.

"You managed to get the best wife ever, Steve, I'm so happy for you," Bucky chuckled, sitting on the bed. "I know, she is awesome. Taking care of three one-year-old babies? I love her even more now," Steve smiled, running a hand through his hair. "You two should have your own kid, you know? It's been 3 years since your marriage."

Steve considered Bucky. "She will make an awesome mother. I'll talk to her." Their little chat ended just as Y/N walked into the room with Sam. "It was so fun taking care of you guys, you were extremely cute babies!" Y/N squealed, laughing as Sam gave her a one-armed hug. They talked for a while longer (Y/N showed them all the photos much to their horror) until Sam and Bucky left the room.

Steve, sitting in the middle of the bed against the headrest, patted his thigh. Y/N plopped down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, realizing how much she missed this. Steve put his arms around her waist and tugged her closer with a soft sigh. "You were an amazing babysitter, doll," he told her sincerely.

"Thank you, Stevie."

"And I was thinking…"

"Hm?"

"I want one of my own," he smirked at her, tilting her head. Y/N's eyes widened. "You think I'm ready?" Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding? Three babies. Triplets. All by yourself. You are more than ready, doll," he cheered and Y/N thought for a few minutes. "Okay," she finally breathed out, "Let's try for a baby."

Steve immediately ripped her t-shirt down the middle, hungrily pulling her in for a kiss as his hands roamed her body. "No time like the present," he growled, "I missed you so much, doll." They spent the rest of the day in their room.

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A/N: lmao my bestie said baby Sam reminds her of Boss Baby. I guess it's kinda true. Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x female reader #steven grant rogers #steve rogers fluff #captain america #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans characters #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #writing #writeblr #fanfic

[slasherheadcanons]

Im feeling angsty yk. So slashers watching their s/o die. Watching them die and how would life go on with out them. Extra points if somehow they come back to life perfectly normal and they are just like "hey lmao" ✨✨✨✨

Oooh! Gotta love angsty stuff. Here you go! Enjoy.

Warning: Slight gore?

•Slashers reacting to the S/o dying then later coming back•

Michael Myers: •When you died, whether it was because of something natural or someone killed you, Michael flew into a blind rage. His heart was hurting, and unable to handle this emotion, he acts violently. He destroys everything that gets in his way. After a long few weeks, he finally stops his killing spree. But he still isn't the same. He sits by himself in your house, staring at everything. He would never admit it, but he loved and cared for you. Now that you are gone, he feels like a part of him is missing. •After a long sleepless month for Michael, he finally brings himself to go outside. He lumbers down the sidewalk, getting lost in his thoughts. Until he heard his name being called. He turns to the person, ready to snap their neck. But he freezes when he sees you standing there with a smile on your face. You looked perfectly healthy and alive. He reaches out, touching your cheek, wondering if your real or just another illusion. When he feels your warm skin against his fingers, his shoulders start shaking a little as he tries to hold in his emotions. You hug him tightly, and he hugs you back.

Bubba Sawyer: •When you died, Bubba was overcome with grief. He howled and wailed in despair as he held your body close. He wailed for hours on end, refusing to let you go. No matter what his family tried to do, he wouldn't budge. He held you close and attempted to get you to open your eyes multiple times. He didn't want to believe that you were gone. But, when reality hits him that you aren't coming back, his heart shatters. He takes you out and finds a peaceful spot on the property to bury your body. Even after burying your body, Bubba is not the same. He is quiet and rarely even makes a sound. He struggles to chase down victims and can't bring himself to sleep in his bed where both of you snuggled up together. Dayton and the twins try to cheer him up, but nothing works •Then, one day, Bubba is out helping Dayton with fixing the car. He stands with the tools in his hand, staring blankly at the ground. His head lifts when he hears another car pull up to the property. He sighs softly, just thinking it another victim to chase down. But when he sees you get out of the car, he freezes. When you see him and smile, waving your hand, he looks at Dayton to see if he was seeing the same thing. Dayton is just as shocked as Bubba. "Bubba! I am back." You call out to him, and that's all it took for Bubba to realize you are alive. He races over to you, picking up in his arms and spinning you around, squealing with joy. He doesn't know how you came back, but he is thankful you did. The whole family celebrates your return.

Jason Voorhees: •The moment you stop breathing, Jason stands there frozen for just a moment before rushing to your side. He shakes you, trying to get you to open your eyes. Silently pleading for you to open your eyes. He continues to try and wake you for hours before he finally brings himself to realize you are not going to be opening your eyes. He pulls your body close to his chest. His shoulders shake as he cries silently, unable to cry out in anguish and grief. He lost his mother, and now you as well. He clings to you for a week at least before finally pushing himself to bury your body. He finds a beautiful and peaceful spot in the forest around the campgrounds and buries you there. After your death, he isn't the same. He either sits by your grave thinking about the times you had together or wanders around the campgrounds, lost in thought. He struggles to find the will to go kill intruders. He feels so lost and alone. •But one day, while he was wandering, he heard someone call his name. He looked around before finding you running towards him with a grin on your face. He freezes in place, shocked. When you stop in front of him, he reaches out to touch your face. Thinking you are just a ghost, he touches your face. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your smooth skin. He looks at you as you smile. "I am back, Jason." It was all you needed to say to him. He pulls you close hugging, you tightly to his chest, afraid that the moment he lets go, you will vanish.

Asa Emory (the collector): •When you pass away, Asa tries to pretend that it doesn't bother him. That he isn't affected by your death. But deep inside, he is suffering. He tries to cover the pain and grief he feels with anger. Acting even more violently towards those in his collection. He never speaks to anyone at the college and never lets anyone see his true emotions. He struggles to sleep at night. Every time he lays in his own bed, he is reminded of all the times you would kiss him goodnight or snuggle up to his chest, seeking to be held in his strong arms. He missed everything about you, your touch, your voice, your laughter. He missed you so badly. •One day, he returned home from the college, his eyes drooping slightly with exhaustion. He has barely been able to sleep since you took your last breath. He parked the car in the driveway, sighing loudly. He may have been sleep deprived, but he still picks up on the way the front door is slightly cracked open. He narrows his tired eyes, grabbing his knife from his pocket before slowly and cautiously making his way to the door. He listened closely as he reached the door, hearing some shuffling, he quickly ran in knife raised to face the intruder. But he quickly stops in his tracks, stunned at what he sees in front of him. You stand in front of smiling while holding a tray of freshly made cookies. His eyes are wide as he starts at you slowly, lowering the knife. "Y/n?" He quietly asked in disbelief, wondering if he has finally gone insane. You smile and nod. "I am back now, Asa, and I don't plan on leaving again anytime soon." You respond with a chuckle. He sets the knife down, going over to you. He has you set the tray down before pulling you into his arms, hugging you. "If you ever leave me again, I will find a way to punish you." He mumbles in your ear, trying to sound like he isn't tearing up with joy. You laugh and kiss his cheek. "I have no doubt you will, my dearest bug boy." You reply.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull): •Most likely, you got killed by Preston. So when Jesse learned that you are dead, he is furious. Jesse is terrifying, to begin with, but when he is this pissed off, he is so much worse. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to stop him from gutting Preston and shoving them down his throat. He is going to hunt him down non-stop until he is dead. After Preston is gone, he returns to your body which, Spann took care of while he was away chasing Preston. He kicks everyone else out of the room so no one can see him cry. He is a strong man but losing you is just too much to bear. He lost his ex-wife, his child, and now he has lost you. If he could speak, he would be screaming out with grief. It takes him a while to finally agree to bury you. He makes sure you are buried in the most beautiful place and brings flowers to your grave every day. •Now, when you return, Spann is the one who found you while she was out looking for Jesse's next victim. She was shocked to see you. At first, she was thinking, you were just someone else who looked a lot like you, but when you recognized her, she realizes that it's actually you. She quickly rushes you back to Jesse. Jesse was sitting at his desk when Spann barged in. He sighs through his nose, looking up to see why she came in without knocking. But when he sees you come in after her, his jaw drops. He sits there in shock. You smile at him. "There is my handsome man." You say, at that moment he recognizes it's you. He stands and quickly goes over to you, pulling you close to his chest. He forgets all about finding another victim, now spending the rest of the day holding and spending time with you.

#michael myers x reader #bubba saywer x reader #jason vorhees x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #reader insert #michael myers #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #asa emory #the collector #jesse cromeans

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

GC Fuckers as Caregivers

(my laptop charger broke so I'm on mobile for a while, I'll be formatting everything later)

Cw// age regression, Little reader

Shinsou

Y'all already know he's your first choice when you're feeling little, you still feel like the others don't feel comfortable around you when you're little (which Shin immediately sends to the other three)

So if you come to his dorm without mentioning sleepy Sunday, he assumes you need little time

He buys you a clip for your pacifier because it honestly breaks his heart to wake up to the sound of you crying cause you're too little to look for it on your own

Y'all still smoke together but when you're little it doesn't take much to make you feel silly, so he usually ends up hogging the blunt while you start on a random rant about your special interest (mouse and mole cartoons and noise cancelling earbuds). You feel safe enough to tell him all your thoughts and questions about them, because he's content listening rather than talking and you're savouring being truly heard in your excitement

Occasionally he'll boop your nose and tell you he loves his curious lil baby very much

Bakugou

Is personally offended by the text he receives because how is him being nervous to fuck up around you in a vulnerable mindset a bad thing?

So he makes sure to watch the closely for the next few days, you always end up needing a break after three or four days

And he tells Shinsou he can handle it when you start sending clappy hand emojis to the chat with enough frequency they can all tell you're in little space

You're adorably wary when Kat opens the door to your dorm room and finds you snuggled into a hoodie he thought he'd lost months ago

"hey squirt. How ya doin? Wanna watch a movie with me?" His heart is beating a mile a minute but he's not tied with Deku for top student for nothing, so he's calm and confident in his movements as he tucks you into his side and puts on the mouse and mole collection he bought to surprise you

It's like he's dealing with a little shy bunny the way you keep looking at him and looking away and looking at him like you're not sure he's serious, and he can see the frown working it's way onto your lips as you start over thinking as usual

He looks around your bed and all the supplies you put on it for you little night in, and finds a pacifier that's a dark purple with a white bow on the front

"open up, baby" and maybe it's the shock at hearing a tone more gentle than you ever have from your blond boyfriend that makes you obey

He puts the pacifier firmly between your lips and kisses your forehead

something about the way the rhythmic soothing action of sucking on your pacifier makes your shoulders finally release the tension they hold, and the way you look at him kinda like.. he could command the stars if your needed him too

He would already kill for you, but God help anyone who upsets his baby when she's a lil baby

"You wanna finish your movie now pumpkin?" And the excited nod of your head mixed with the small but earthshattering feeling of your hand wrapping around his pinky makes him realize there was no reason to be nervous

How could he not be head over heels in love with every part of you?

Is the only person besides Shinsou that you call daddy/dada

Shouto

Happily takes over bed time routines when y'all go on mini vacations together (by which you mean booking a hotel room to have a three day weekend together so the only judging eyes you have to deal with are the check in clerks)

Loves tucking you into bed while Dabi heats up a bottle of sweet milk for you and making up all kinds of stories to tell you in his calm even voice, just to see your eyes widen at the suspense he adds in just to tease you

"that's not actually going to help them relax and sleep you know" Bakugou was part of the tucking in project, Shinsou too because they both called dibs on the queen size bed you were in so they could cuddle you at your most adorable

"they love my stories don't, you bubba" you were going to answer but suddenly there was a bottle in your mouth and a warm hand on your sensitive shaved head

"bedtime pipsqueak" and your eyes were already drooping sleepily

Dabi

After Shinsou he's the worst insomniac in your group (you are a close third)

So it's not unusual to end up with Dabi holding you as you both listen to each other's breaths in the dark, not sleeping but less inclined to follow your darker thoughts down the spiral they always lead you both into

But it is unusual for Dabi to come cuddle when he knows you're little

The text he got from Shinsou made him feel almost sick

Had he unintentionally made you feel like a freak? Like everyone thought he was?

He was going to make it up to you, no matter what

You didn't speak when he entered because your pacifier was already in place and were wearing your collar and holding the teddy bear he bought for you at a random grocery store, and even though he still teased you about it you treasured it

And your t-shirt read "I'm baby", making him snort as he set down his backpack on the chair closest to your bed

"you are baby, and that's why I'm here to look after you. Can't have a tiny lil thing like you run around unsupervised right?" You nodded because duh, babies can't be left alone

Now you're here, tucked against Dabis chest with a hand heated bottle, while he traces warm fingers over your cheeks

He doesn't talk while he feeds you your bottle, he simply cradles you close and occasionally kisses your cheeks, your eyelids, your temple, your nose

You fall asleep faster and deeper than you ever have even though before your boyfriend showed up you'd be awake all night

So now it's not unusual for you to text Dabi that 🍼 emoji and he's packing a bag and heading over to take care of his baby

#dabi x reader #bakugou x reader #shouto x reader #shinsou x reader #can y'all tell I'm simping #little reader

[nony-bear]

Dodger’s Day Out (Chris Evans hc)

This blog and ALL posts are for people 18 + ONLY.

Gif By @buckingstevie​ // Dividers Found Here

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Warnings: Kissing. (I honestly think that’s it?)

Word Count: 835

Summary: You and Chris take Dodger to the dog park on a cold winter day.

A/N: Eeeeeek this was my first request!!! I was so happy when I got a request I couldn’t even believe it. I hope the anon who requested this likes it, and so does everyone else! Thank you guys for all of the support!

It was cold, like REALLY cold, but both you and Chris couldn’t say no to the cute look on Dodger’s face as he whined and nudged his leash hanging by the door. “Oh, Bubba, really? It’s so cold.” Chris says, squatting down to pet Dodger, who now is trying to jump up and kiss his owner.  

“Chris, we gotta take him. He hasn’t been to the dog park in days. He misses his girlfriend.” You say, referring to the little female beagle named Betty he’s always playing with as you bend down to join the lovefest. “You know he’d bring me to see you if the roles were reversed.” You tease. Chris laughs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, fine, but I’m bundling up both of you!”

After dressing in many layers (even Dodger has a little puffy jacket on) and Chris asking you if you have your gloves and hat more times than you can count, the three of you are in the car, headed to the park.

Chris would drive (like always), resting his hand on your thigh (again like always), and Dodger would be in the back seat, looking out of the window excitedly.

When you get there, you both can tell Dodger is about to get the zoomies, and it takes the two of you collectively to get him inside the gated area before letting him loose. Laughing, you watch him bolt around the park in circles, having the time of his life.

Chris grabs your gloved hand in his and gives it a squeeze before leaning over and kissing your cold cheek. Smiling up at him, you could see his cheeks getting all rosey, even from under his beard, even in the freezing cold, under layers upon layers, and wearing his ridiculous Patriots’ beanie; he manages to look as handsome as ever.

You begin walking around the park with him, casually follow Dodger as he plays. Occasionally Dodger will bring you or Chris a ball to throw for him, only to get distracted by playing with the other dogs on the way to go get it.

“Oh, Chris, look!” You say, pointing to a puppy coming through the gates of your favorite breed of dog. Chris smiles, looking between you and the dog. He knows you obviously love Dodger but watching you light up at the sight of the puppy gives him an idea. “What would you think about adopting a puppy?”

Your eyes snap to his so fast, you almost give yourself whiplash. “What about Dodge? You don’t think he’d get too jealous?” You ask him. Chris glances over at Dodger watching him roll around with some sort of labrador mix. Chris chuckles, “I think he’d be a great big brother.” Squealing you throw yourself into his arms hugging him excitedly making him chuckle.

The two of you return to your scroll talking about and making arrangements for the new pup when suddenly something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You look up, Chris following your gaze.

Snow has slowly begun to fall all around you. You gasp happily at the wintery scene around you, it’s beautiful. “It’s snowing!” You say happily before looking back at Chris who is playfully sticking out his tongue trying to catch snowflakes. You giggle at how cute he is before joining in. Chris starts laughing too when the snow starts falling heavier and he notices a collection of snowflakes not only your tongue but your eyelashes and the top of your hat. He leans over and kisses you softly. “Let’s head home yeah?”

Chris calls Dodger over and you help wipe the snow off his coat and the drool off his face while Chris hooks his leash back up. On the ride home, Chris informs Dodger of the news earning ahead confused head tilt from the dog before he curls up and falls asleep.

Once home Chris carries the sleepy hound inside and you follow closely behind. After Chris places Dodger on his bed, you both strip off all of the snow damped clothes and toss them into the laundry room.

“I’m gonna make something warm to drink, you want anything baby?” Chris asks you as you settle under the warm, fluffy blanket on the couch. “Hot chocolate please!” You call back to him in the kitchen.

After bringing the mugs into the living room Chris places them down onto the coffee table and sits down next you. You shuffle closer so you can rest your head on his chest and he can wrap his arm around you. Dodger wakes up only for a minute to hop onto the couch and curl up behind your legs and nuzzle into Chris’s arm.

Chris smiles down at you both as you turn on a movie to watch. “Hey,” He says, making you look up at him. “I love you.” Your heart melts both from finally getting warm, and from his sweet words. “I love you too.” You smile.

From your side Dodger lets out a huff, making you both laugh. “We love you too bubba.”

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How would the slashers react to you being nice to like the cashier at the grocery storer/gas station when you buy something ? And they think you flirt with them ?? Or in general being jealous hc’s ???

this ones been sitting in the box for a while— sorry about that!

I can't do all of them so I'll choose my favorites for this one~ jealousy is a good trope 👀

Michael Myers

Michael is a very jealous and possessive lover, if that wasn't already obvious. He takes your kindness towards strangers much more personal than a normal partner would.

Everyone is a threat. God forbid someone smiles a little to sweetly at you.

So when you took a small trip to the gas station in town and the new cashier slipped you a note with his number on it, it did not go unnoticed.

Before either of you had time to react, Michael had the poor man's wrist in his grip and was already close to snapping it in two. The man, fearing for his life, begged for him to let up and dropped the piece of paper.

Only after you pleaded with Michael to let it go did he relent. Normally he wouldn't have, but he was hungry and wanted to be alone with you, to remind you who you belong to.

Long story short, you were banned from that gas station, and learned to avoid making Michael jealous at all costs.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is generally passive when it comes to his emotions. Well, his romantic emotions towards you, at least. Mostly because he didn't understand them until after you two started dating.

Before you two were together he thought his feelings for you meant he just wanted to kill you ten times more. Be glad yoh managed to convince him otherwise.

But when he saw the grocery store clerk sweet-talking you after he went to retrieve an item you asked him for, his entire body was filled with seething rage.

Jason didn't have a lot in his childhood aside from his mother, who he's already deathly protective of. So the thought of some small-fry taking you— the one thing he's ever wanted —away from him, made his core burn with anger.

Knowing better than to cause a scene(unlike Michael), he promptly went over and loomed behind you, which almost immediately scared the guy off. You, oblivious until noticing how upset Jason seemed to be, hurried to pay for your groceries and take Jason home for some quality cuddle time. You have to constantly remind him that you love him; he's very insecure!

Bubba Sawyer

Out of these three, Bubba is definitely the most tame. He doesn't kill for vengeance or for a lust, he's scared. He's not an evil person.

So when he has to deal with jealousy for the first time, he's very conflicted.

You were at the local market, collecting ingredients for dinner. It was a routine, nothing out of the ordinary— until someone new in town, claiming he was just driving through, started up a conversation with you.

You didn't seem too interested in his advances and were more focused on getting the right seasonings for the chili dinner that night, but Bubba was.

Bubba isn't exactly good at words, if he manages to form them, so there wasn't much he could do but glue himself to your side and whine at you to go home.

The passerby seemed disturbed by this and made some rude comments, even going so far as calling Bubba some discriminating slurs; and that set you off.

Rather than Bubba going off like Michael or Jason, you did. You practically yelled the dude's ear off as you reprimanded him for being such a dickwad before promptly grabbing Bubba's hand, giving him a kiss and waltzing out of the market.

Once at home, you had to explain to Bubba that what he was feeling was normal, and that he wasn't evil for it.

Give him some kisses and cuddles after that whole fiasco. He'll forget about it and feel better real quick.

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[muffindaddystyles]

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊.

Summary: Where you got a panic attack while attending a lecture at University and Harry's out of reach.

Warning: Angst, ah! yes no worries you'll get fluff in the end.

P.S: 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

Snuggled into cosy sheets, sweater paws wrapped around a cuppa, the strands of your dark hair tickling the nape of your neck and a sheepish smile of yours crawled against the rim happy while you scrolled through your Instagram feed seeing a short video of Harry singing Landslide on karaoke with his best pal at their get-together.

You and Harry were bestfriends, you met him at a vintage shop in basement where they sell old vintage tees. Despite of knowing who he was you fought with him cheekily over a same 'Pink Floyd's.' T-shirt at that time you guys decided to share it, he'd come to take it from you after every three days a week.

Two years of bestfriendship from you taking him to local south asian and chinese restaurants, to dragging him to yearly fair demanding him to win a bunny for you, to going on a competition for free pizzas only ending up loosing because you were litreally about to go sick, dancing like a maniac at the low price arcade at your university's backstreet, to him dragging you to his friends get-togethers which are quite fun they are super chill but your anxiousness is a little bitch she pops out of nowhere but Harry doesn't mind at all.

Now you're here. Being his lover for an year. He confessed his love for you when he was high on shrooms and you laughed it off tucking him to sleep at his place because he always used to say he 'loves you.' but that was in friends typa way until at the Christmas time while you were having fun for real at Jeff's house with Harry crowded by his mates that one of the Jeff's friends approached you and Oh dear lord' from even so far Harry's sight was dagger to a prey and was hot on his heels, if he would have been a cartoon character red smoke could have seen through his ears.

"Pet?" His brows kinked together as he squeezed you to a corner and he pulled at his bottom lip when your attention was on that guy waving you good-bye, "what Harry?" You asked him nonchalantly peering him through your down gaze.

It was enough to pinch his nerves and Amy one of his girl friend smirked watching the scenario when he was taking both of you to rooftop. With folded forearms you smiled with a certain mischief at the clear jealousy of him ripping through his every action, "jus' wanna protect ye', kiddo." He paced back to you sighing with a painful clench in his chest. He wanted to spill out but why the hell it was so difficult.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened like a deer under the moonlight at his obvious incoherence and he hissed pulling at his roots so you retorted calmly, "relax he was just a guy graduated in the same degree as me." You wanted him to confess his feeling out to you, at many occasions you guys joked about marrying eachother if you both fail to find your perfect partner. Like when you got all sentimental seeing Jeff's first baby at the hospital, getting a baby fever wanting one bubba right that time and Harry joked if any consequences he would help you put a baby in you and trust me nobody in the room laughed, they had deadpaned faces, they all know you guys have crossed the borderline but are playing blind.

His friends have inner jokes for you and Harry, their famous four bets on when Harry will ask you out, his first love confession to you, him proposing you and what your first born would be. Half of them lost more money than they could have imagined in a group of seven, Amy was smirking with full heart because she was praying maybe this time she'll win the bet.

"He looked like he drank 'is arse off." You rolled your eyes at his anxious quip wrapping your cardigan closer to your chest muttering under your breath and Harry's head snapped from your feet to your face, he knew it was ending point of his act "Harry he was completely sober."

He still remained firm at his ground pouting as his curled fingers brushed your elbows to bring you closer, "...but he's still a guy, ye' know.." You wanted to laugh at his face at his silly comment but instead arched your brow sternly.

"So. You aren't?" His heart-shaped lips bubbled around his words but you cut him off, "because if I remember last time you had a dick in between your legs." At this he strewned his lip inside not to chuckle how cute dirty words sounds coming out of your lips.

You frowned feeling cold when he pulled back from you turning his back to you to take a deep breath and his eyes were darker than before from frustration when he turned to face you.

"'Kay fuck. I love you, that's it. happy? I love you and don't wanna loose ye' to anyone!" You knew it coming but not like a bullet so it hit you like one freezing your breath into cold dense air, "you do?" You were at loss of words padding towards him for reassurance as if you're his little girl.

When you were inches away from him He noded without any hesitation saturating even that distance, "yes. I do. Since we've met, since you've invaded all of mind and heart." He wrapped you in his warm conforting arms humming when he snoggled his cheek against your hair.

You playfully scowled at him, "well didn't do that on purpose." Your naughtiness of that moment vanished into air when he asked you sincerely breath tasting you, "can I kiss ye' sweet girl?" Your single nod and his lips were on yours into a deep open mouthed passionate kiss, like how lovers kiss.

His cold finger-tips brushed the under shell of your earlobes earning a shuddering moan and you slipped your hands into the front pockets of his trousers.

Your own icy hands causing him to buck his hips into yours and the sensual touch made you both a whimpering mess. Tongues caressing, lips swiping, teeth nibbling and noses brushing as you kissed until your lips froze to mist.

"Cold?" You admired his after tenderness, lips magenta from heavy makeout session and he twirled a loose errand of your hair around his shiny jewl clad finger kissing your forehead and taking your hands in his bringing them closer to his lips to blow out his warmth to them.

But, there was another pair of eyes watching you astonished and somewhat gasping in awement. Amy, she came to call you guys. Then she rushed back downstairs doing a little prance and all of the people watched her in confusion.

"Ten, ten bucks each. C'mon bitches Harry said I love you to y/n!" Everyone squealed happily at her enthusiastic announcement only groaning at the end when she made a grabby hand, "I won. Now gimme my money."

Even though they all knew they acted like nothing happened respecting your guys descion of whenever you'd like to share your relationship to them, both you and Harry couldn't hold longer.

Your affection it's not new you've been affectionate to eachother since the very start, but this one have meaning and feelings, deep sensations. Hand grazes, knee touches, teasing glances, innocent bantering as if you could rip each others clothes right infront of them, closeness and quite fuck visits in their washrooms were getting obvious day by day and you ended up telling them getting showered in blessings in return.

Right now, with a shake of your head you went past through your boyfriend's antics going through Instagram stories. Your brows furrowed together in curiosity when you came through a post that had a large 'sensite content.' written on it.

This's what happens when curiously takes best of you. You end up doing things you regret time after and this's what happened to you.

"My god!" You clamped your palm over your mouth, eyes widening in horror and nerves crippling in fear. The gor video full of cruelness and blood infront of you making your body shudder.

𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑦/𝑛!!!!

Your mind screamed at you to just move past it but your eyes remained numbed to same video and your heart's weeping for the poor women in the video but you're rigid in your sheets with the cup of tea shaking with the shudder of your fear.

Then the consciousness hit you like a train and you snapped out of it quickly shutting your phone throwing it carelessly on the sheets, putting the porcelain cup with a shivering hand onto nightstand.

You shrinked into your sheets trying to calm your breaths. Bolting shut your eyes you shrugged and shook your head many times to get rid of the same image circling in your mind like a demon trying to haunt you.

You stopped breathing without realizing arm over your forehead as you stared the ceiling, lip sucked into your mouth and talking to yourself you tried to concentrate on something else.

You're feeling it coming. It's collecting in the form of bile in your throat and when you were talking with yourself. Your stupid obnoxious brain played your voice ten times faster and it echoed inside your own fleshy bones like a broken record in the barren house of devil.

You're hating it. You inhaled an audible gasp of loud horrific breath shoting up from your sleeping position throwing your duvet to ground ready to run away, you're trying to run away from yourself from your bloody damn thoughts.

You want Harry. He knows about your anxiety and panic attacks. You had your fair amount of panic attacks in his presence, but he always managed to bring you back to him. He used to make you practice breathing patterns and techniques on how to escape from your own subspace.

The first time you got it infront of him was when everyone protested that you should stay for sometime more but it was already two in the morning and you had an exam in the next morning it was just for him that you went along, but you were kinda angry on your own self for taking risks for just a friendship. Then it came into a black pitch waves of suffocation in his car while he was driving you back home, he was unaware of your condition and practically cried when he couldn't bring you back to him.

That night he slept in your bed for the first time. He wanted to stay closer to you in any case, you were sad that you made him worried for no-reason but he shushed you with infinite forehead kisses, he whisper yelled at you full of concern if he might be suffocating you but you giggled a "no." kissing his cheeks getting cosy in his embrace eyes drooping to sleep. He used to sing lullaby to you when you were having it bad particular nights.

Now, he wasn't here and you thought of calling him many times but decided against it only being your own helper. Taking a deep breath, you sang his lullaby to yourself, not letting tears to fall and reminisced all of the lovely memories of you together. Your kisses. Your laughs. Your cuddles. Your lovemaking. Your cooking failures together.

With all of these memories you were back in your bed closing your eyes only hearing Harry's soft affectionate rasps in your ears.

.

In the morning you have long forgotten that even the video existed. You were surprisingly fresh walking to your university's building in long strides, greeting everyone and anyone.

Harry just woke up from his lazy slumber. Making an orange juice for himself, his head heavy and he's in no mood to look at his phone. Grabbing his journal and putting on his rings, a special copper one that you gifted him on his ring finger smiling at it like a foolish fucker and pecking it shyly remembering you.

"Heyyy. H!" When he entered studio everyone greeted him joyfully and he hugged them all handing breakfast to each one of them he bought after standing in a queue for half an hour, "how's y/n?" Sarah asked chewing her bagel sitting behind the drums and the seed of distress sprouted in his stomach that he hasn't asked his bubby if she slept good lastnight? What she had in breakfast? If her day's going well.

There's this certain instinction that's making him restless but he can't quite put a finger on it.

"She's good. Gets a lill cranky if I win form 'er at the '10 phase' uno game." He chuckled with a hint of love under his tone his previous thoughts of checking onto you again slipping from his mind.

Plugging his phone to charger he rushed back to his favourite spot quickly taking his journal and pencil to scribble something.

It's your English lecture. The day went well. But now it's not. You're zoning out knowing how boring the lecture sounds.

You stared the way you drew your pencil into unstopping circles at the corner of page and your head was a dark vacant space when the way you acted last night flashed in your mind then the reason behind it, that damn video.

The video displaying like a reel in your mind again as if you're there experiencing it with your body. You twitched, and closing your eyes you snapped your head to side several times when the cold sweat broke at the back of your neck and shudder ran down your spine.

When you snapped for the tenth time in row a hand came squeezing yours, "you okay?" You slowly looked up at the guy sitting beside you as the professor's voice billowed further from you.

You just stared him numbly, tears making your sight blurry. Your breath hitching in your lungs and you can feel it clawing at you like a demon. To avoid getting made fun of yourself you stood up leaving your things and rushed for the door, when a hand came wrapping around your wrist in a tight grip.

"Where are you going miss? This's not acceptable." Your karen professor's voice sliced through your ears and your lungs are tightening with each passing second, everything spinning around you and all you're thinking's if you'd make it alive through this dark box of suffocation.

"S-sorry...I-I have to go—" You tried to stutter in between your broken breaths and she scowled burning her grip into your wrist. Your cheeks numb as you didn't feel tears slipping down to the valley of your breasts, "tell me the reason and I'll let you." Your head fell back at that and you bolted your eyes shut as tight as possible. Then when you tried to inhale you couldn't and everyone around hooed loudly watching you in shock as you tried to escape her with weak crying attempts.

"Let me go!" You shrieked. With wide eyes she let you and you fell to ground painfully hard. It was coming. You sobbed out harshly but it went silent at the end and you bunched your shirt atop your heart when your vision went pitch black, whole body shaking and you forgot even if the oxygen existed.

It's consuming you. Everything around you moving in slow motion. Their shouts for you like a sleepy mumble and it's just Harry's lullaby melodic in the pocket of your heart but it's cold and deserted with nothing but claustrophobia shoving you brutally into darkness where nobody could hear you crying.

You act like a lioness ready to kill anybody while you're having a panic attack and when some hand came to help you. You screamed and growled swatting them away "Don't fuckin' touch me!—" even though your ears are buzzing and you gasped loudly to get some air but it's not helping. God help me, please. You prayed.

Your classmate went through your emergency phone numbers finding Harry's at the top and it ringed sitting in the other room from him.

Then he dialed another one. It was studio's landline, Harry has filled that number without your knowledge and well it helped.

"Harry?" The drums came to halt, the guitar was stopped mid shrivel and Harry's high note fell to ground when the receptionist came with a cordless phone.

"A phone for you from y/n university—" It was enough to smack his breath away and he scurried to his feet taking the phone hastily from her hold, controlling his voice to not yell at the person in his own anxiousness.

He tucked it beneath his ear taking the car keys and his phone out of instinct because when it's you he's always on alarm. What he heard from other side made his knees jello and ribs to knock in two, "fuck. Yeh. 'M comin' jus' yeah, make her breath gently....." He tried to instruct your classmate.

He cursed himself. Not giving two fucks if he broke every speed limit. His knuckles going white and he repeated a mantra of "breath baby. m' sweet sweet girl jus' breath." but he was just saying this to himself because you wasn't in his arms and he wasn't calming you, he's blaming all this on himself.

He didn't even parked his car. Striding inside the lobby and asking for you. After fifteen minutes of no breathing as you were about to hit the deep end you inhaled loudly filling your lungs with proper oxygen causing your eyes to go bloodshot and everyone sighed in relief.

Your classmate took you to University's healthcare room so someone guided Harry there. You had your knees tucked close to your chest, head resting on them to block any light as you whimpered with innocent small hiccups.

Your heart beat racing. Head hurting and chest aching from the after effect.

Harry had to get support of door's frame when his eyes fell over you. Over his Angel that was shrinked pitifully like she's scared of world crying on her own.

The sheets of stretcher rustled under his weight as he slowly and gently wrapped his arms around her, "baby..." He cooed on the verge of tears and she didn't had to look up to know he's here, his scent was enough to relax her mind.

Her parted lips moist over the crook of his neck as she sobbed into him. He tenderly rocked her, running his hand soothingly at her back, kissing her head and her nose wiping her tears "'m so sorry, my baby. my life. 'M so sorry."

You fisted his shirt, face smashed into his chest to avoid the world while embracing your own world, your Harry as he walked both of you to his car carrying your stuff too with him. He helped you sit inside the car rounding to the driver seat and he leaned to kiss your forehead, glossy eyelids and a peck to your lips never letting his concern divert from you as he drove home.

He made you comfortable into your bed, wrapping his forearms around your tummy and soothing your arms down to tranquil your heartbeats.

He knows it's hard for you to talk so he didn't tried to get words out of you. He just wants to be there for you, physically, spiritually, mentally. He's all yours.

After long hour you spoke voice barely above a whisper, "t-they all are gonna think 'm weird." Harry felt something jabbing his sides at her statement and he cradled her chin intensely looking her in eyes.

"No angel. I promise you they wouldn't. See how your classmate called me the very moment you weren't responding? They all genuinely cared for yer', y/n" He stroked the apple of her cheeks and she sighed waveringly new tears glistening at her eyelids.

"Thought I wasn't gonna see you ever again." Her words hit him like death and at that moment he realized they're more than just best friends, just lovers, they are soulmates and Harry would be devastated without her.

His music. His fashion. His cheekiness. His softness. His humbleness will all be gone because he's so dependent on her for everything.

She frowned lightly when Harry hugged her close to his heart, his cheek stuffed into the crook of her neck and when his wet lips rumbled with a sob she pulled him back from shoulders cupping his cheeks.

"Harry? Hey, bambi eyed. Baby look at me." You sniffled wiping your every tear and he refused to look at you sobbing hoarsely, squeezing you to feel you for his dear life.

"Don't say somethin' like that. I wouldn't be able to live without ye'." He muttered silent tears soaking her neck collecting at the dip of her collarbones. She played with his curls smooching his cheeks cooing at him, "'m here baby. in your arms. 'm fine, we're fine." She gave him an eskimo kiss when he finally pulled back. Eyes fluttering as she took a deep breath feeling her lungs nutritioning after so long.

"Did you forgot your promise of making me your babies momma or I've to make you remember?" She tried to light up the mood and he just chuckled kissing her lips, when he stood up she pouted making grabby hands at him.

"Hold me?" She asked innocently. Harry ducked down brushing her hair and kissing her head, "gonna run a bath for us sweet angel."

Interlacing your fingers he guided you to your bathroom. Rose candle's flame flickered a shadow onto mauve tiles as the water had pink waves, the scent is so him and it calmed your nerves down.

He undressed you with soft movements, planting a kiss to your shoulder when you were complete naked infront of him. Settling inside the porcelain tub he took your hand helping you inside, making you sit in between his legs.

Your back to his chest. Head resting on his shoulder and his breath fanning your cheeks. It's nothing sexual. Just you two relaxing your nerves.

He coiled his hands over your tummy, running his thumb in careless patterns near your belly button as the water droplets dropped from his curl atop your breasts.

Exhaustion taking over you. Your eyes drooping and you've no idea when he took you out changing you into his clothes and into bed slipping under covers with you.

"'M always gonna be there for ye', whatever it will take my soul to." His whispers caused your lips to curl in a smile and you hummed snuggling your face into his arm scooping you to him.

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A/N: I know it's very excruciating for people going through this difficulty, we don't have Harry physically in our lives but he has helped us alot. I feel you and I believe you. It's okay after every hardship there's a moment of happiness personally created for you. All the love!

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[superfamilyexchange]

Day Five Reveals!

And the gifts keep on coming.

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Till Forever Falls Apart for starksnack, 4.3k words

“Hey bubba! How are you?”, “I’m shiny, Daddy! But Papa is not feeling so good”, “What do you mean, Tesoro?” “Papa is hot and sleepy”, *Well, that’s fact*, Tony thought, chuckling to himself. (or) When Tony Stark is half around the world for a Business Trip, Peter Parker, His 5 year old son, calls him to tell him that Steve is not feeling so good. Cue Tony coming back and reassuring and taking care of his Sick Omega Husband.

everything the heart desires for Coffee_and_notebooks, 16.5k words

Bridgerton AU (kind of!) Omega!Tony is a new pianist that's just started working on this season's London balls. It's not what he wants to do, but it pays well, and money is important as a single parent when he has a two-year-old at home. Alpha!Steve is the heir of the Rogers' title, but that's not the only thing he's known for: in all the years he's been the most coveted bachelor, he's never been seen dancing with anyone at the balls, and is rumored to have sworn off marriage. He thought so too, at least until he crosses his gaze with that pianist for the first time. Then, everything changes.

An Act of Love: Confession for ChocolateCapCookie, 2k words

If there's one thing everyone needs to know about Tony Stark, it's that he absolutely loathes magic; especially when it's used against him. Like now. Loki decided that it was a great idea to put a spell on Tony and Steve that made them, not only have to take care of some random baby, but also not able to leave Tony's floor until one thing happened; a love confession.

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[bubsdolan]

Hiii so this is a suuuper sensitive topic and it’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable writing about it, but my one year anniversary of my r*pe is next week and I was wondering if you could write something w gray? Maybe just friends but they both know there’s feelings there but reader is scared cause, in my case, my first ever date w a guy was w the man who a**aulted me & it’s also been my one s*xual experience and I’m scared of men lmaooo it’s ok if you can’t tho I’ll luv u always and no matter what <3

{baby, having spoken to you privately and having you open up to me the way you did, i hope you know how strong you are. how brave and so incredibly special i know you are. thank you for trusting me and putting all your faith in me to deliver something that you can use to help you cope in a way. i love you and im here whenever you need🍒 sorry it’s so late}

{trigger warning- sexual assault}

you had been keeping yourself to yourself all day, avoiding calls and texts from everyone closest to you as you harboured your deeper most inner feelings that often send your mind spiralling out of control. your demons working a mile a minute as you relive the events that unfortunately occurred a year ago today. a secret you had yet to tell anyone, in fear of not being believed or for how people could potentially perceive you.

it was the year anniversary of the day you got sexually assaulted after your first ever date with a guy you forced yourself to forget the name off. all memories of him were erased besides the feeling of his dirty, unconsensual hands on your body. the face of a devil hovering over you maliciously as you begged and pleaded with him to let you go. you never truly recover from that sort of trauma and over the last few days, the feeling of dread and fear had slowly been creeping its way back into your life where it didn’t belong.

you were meant to be spending the evening with your best friend, grayson. you both made a pact at your naive age of 14, that once a week you would both go out and do something spontaneous. a pact you both refuse to break serval years later, wanting to make the most of what life has to offer. but in your state of mind, there was nothing worse than putting on a brave face, especially for someone who could read you like a book, and lying to yourself and others around you about how you were really feeling.

although grayson dolan was your childhood bestfriend, and at times your only companion, your relationship was more than that. it was deeper and held a different spark than when you were kids. you were the happiest when with grayson, something about being around him made you feel at ease, at peace with yourself and most importantly safe. you har a flirty relationship, always cuddling when watching movies, being quite handsy with each other any chance you could, but you both were to scared to push the boundariesof anything more- you more than grayson.

you were getting ready to wallow away in the comfort of your bed, surrounded by snacks and your favourite netlfix shows as you needed an escape. you needed to escape the prison of your own mind, as well as the world around you. however, you were pulled back into reality at a startling knock at your door. a knock you knew all too well.

coming face to face with gryson, the one face you needed to see but also feared in this moment, you sigh in defect and reluctantly let him inside your apartment. you could instantly see his face relax at the sight of you. after not answering any of his calls and texts for serval hours, he was starting to panic, his mind running away with thoughts of something bad happening to you. he couldn't live without you and the very notion of it made his heart bleed.

“bubba-” you melt at the nickname reserved for grayson and grayson alone. he was so blindly unaware of the affect he had on you, that even something as simple as a term of endearment coming from his lips, was enough to set you into a pool of your own tears. 

grayson is by your side in seconds, slamming the door with his foot as he holds you in his embrace- an embrace you needed now more than ever. he’s shushing your whimpers, running his fingers tips through the ends of your hair as he rocks you back and fourth with his body. he lets you cry, his heart breaking at the sound, wanting nothing more to take away your hurt and pain, although not knowing the real cause behind it. 

you collect yourself, whipping your bloodshot eyes to try and hide any signs you were weak, but grayson knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew something was deeply wrong, but in his mind, he came up with the conclusion that it had something to do with him. his suspicious only growing when you push him away, creating a painful distance between the two of you as you wrap your arms around your body in protection. from what- you didn't know, grayson was and always will be your protection.

a sigh leave yours lips the minute you see grayons face drop, his lips setting into a devastating frown. his eyes welling up with his own tears at the thought of you not wanting him anymore. you were pushing him away without realising it and it broke him. “why are you here, grayson?

“im here for you, bubba. you weren't answering any of my calls or texts, i was worried about you.” grayson steps closer in hope you would drop your facade, in hopes you would run into his arms and live the happily ever after you both crave and deserve.

“im fine. you can go now. please.” your voice cracks slightly and yet again you take a few steps back, holding your hands in front of your body as an attempt to stop graysons movements coming any closer to you.

“what are we y/n? one minute you want me and the next you can’t stand to be near me. now your completely shutting me out. if i did something wrong please- please tell me. i cant handle the silence, the tears, the absence. im right here, you have me- all of me. but you gotta let me in.” 

at his confession, a confession you have longed to hear, you’re breaking. sobs raking over your body for the second time tonight that tells grayson this is bigger than him. 

“im scared, gray, im so fucking scared. im terrified of letting you in because the last guy i did, he- he.” you break down in his arms. not having to go into detail about the trauma you’ve faced because grayson is doing what he does best and protecting you. leading you to sofa, lifting you onto his lap so your legs are straddling his hips. you cry into the crock of the his neck, his arms securely fastening around your waist as he lets you burn out all of all the tears you needed to cry.

“did he hurt you?”

no answer. your eyes shifting uncomfortably from his face to his lap. your fingers fiddling with his shirt as you try your best to avoid his question. one that would open up a can of worms you weren’t sure he was ready for.

“did he lay a finger on you, baby, please i need to know what happened so i can help you. i lo- i care about you and i hate seeing you in pain.” you can hear the hurt and desperation in grayson’s voice, something you wished to never hear or be the cause of again. 

and so you tell him, everything. from the talking stage with your abuser, to the events before and after your assult. you can feel his body tense beneath your own as the words leave your lips. he wanted to kill the arsehole for laying a finger on his girl, for betraying your trust and breaking such a beautiful creature, ripping the life and soul from you. but more importantly- he was angry at himself for not seeing the signs sooner. for not noticing the way you flinch whenever he or another male trys to touch you, or how you cower into a shell of a human whoever someone raises their voice at you. he was beating himself up mentally at how he wasnt there to protect you, to love you and stop any harm coming your way like he promised 14.

grayson sits in silence, staring ahead at the wall, taking in every piece of information you share. his arms tighten around you body, his jaw locked and body tense as his eyes shoot with rage. he’s keeping himself calm for your sake. the feeling of you wrapped safely in his arms is the only thing stopping him for not hunting down that bastarrd and ending his life. you ground him.

grayson heard enough, your words eating him alive, not able to listen to the tragic events an angel was put through. and before you know it, his lips are on yours. a sweet sensual kiss that takes you by surpirse but has you kissing back almost instantly. this was everything you needed, everything you hoped and dreamed of, but once again your mind and self deprecation took over. you pull away, breathlessly. leaning your forehead agasint graysons as he brings one hand to rub soothly across your cheek bone, eyes burning into each other’s as you silently confess what should have been said a long long time ago. 

“consider this my spontaneous adventure of the week but i love you, y/n, more than i could ever love anyone. and i swear to you, hand on heart, i will never let anyone hurt you again. s’got you, baby. it’s me and you forever, till the end of time- fuck i- i need to kiss you again.” grayson interrupts his ramble, leaning forward to peck your lips once, twice, three times as he becomes addicted to the taste of you. so high off the love everyone knew you shared so each other but took the pair of you longer to admit.

“please don't hurt me.” you whisper, the words rolling off your tongue before you fam stop tjem. just needing the reassurance that grayson will live up to all your expeditions, even exceed them. but also that  history won’t be repeating itself.

“baby, cross my heart hope to die, id never lay a finger on you in that way. you’re safe with me, y/n, always have been, always will be.”

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[blueeyedgeorgie]

Makeup With Y/N-A.E

“can you please do a part two to makeup where instead of Alex doing reader's makeup it's the other way round?” @soldier-42​

Gif cred. @sdmngifs​

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Pronouns: She/Her

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"Hello everyone, I'm Alex, and this is Y/n." Makeup had been laid out on the coffee table in front of them. Alex and Y/n had been planning a second video involving makeup after the first one had done so well. "Because you all love Y/n more than me, I brought her back for part two where they do my makeup instead," Alex smiled at the camera set up across the room. "How'd I do last time, Y/n?" "You did okay, I feel like you'd definitely need to learn a couple of tips to improve with." His girlfriend grinned, already beginning to look through the makeup set out on the table, "Can I get started yet?" "Yeah, of course," he smiled. "While you get started on that, I'm gonna open up Twitter. I actually tweeted out for people to send in a couple of questions for us." "Good idea," Y/n picked up a cylinder tube, pulling the cap off. For a moment they let a bit of clear liquid leave the top of it before turning back to Alex. "Is that... primer?" Alex bit his lip, watching as his girlfriend move his hair out of his face. Y/n gave a small 'yep' as a response, beginning to put on the first part of Alex's makeup. "See, I'm working on learning this stuff." "Good job, bubba," his girlfriend pulled away, beginning to look at more containers of makeup placed out on the table. "I'm proud of you, but are you gonna read any questions?" "Oh yeah, let me get started on that," he went back to opening Twitter, leaving Y/n be for a moment so she could decide on which foundation would work well for him. For a moment or two, he scrolled. The sound of Y/n humming softly kept the silence away as both of them took a moment to finish their tasks. After picking out the right foundation, Y/n turned back to her boyfriend with a bit of the pale liquid placed on her hand and a blender in hand. "While you do that, I think I found a good question," Alex looked back up at Y/n, allowing her to begin to put the coat of foundation on his skin. "What's my favorite food?" "You enjoy breakfast, but you also like pasta," She smiled, patting in the makeup. "I've made both of those meals for you plenty of times." "God, you're an amazing cook," he smiled softly, watching her as she focused. "Could we have pasta tonight?" "Of course, Bubba. But what about me? What's my favorite food?" "you don't have a favorite, every time I think I know what's your favorite food you change it. First it was Chinese food, then you went to salads, afterward was acai bowls, and I think the last time I asked you said mangos." "Yeah, there's no point in lying. I change my favorite food too often," Y/n giggled, taking a moment to place the blender back down. "I think right now it's Vegetarian pizza." "That actually doesn't sound too terrible," Alex took a moment to glance at the camera before looking back to Y/n. "Do you think we could have that tonight instead of pasta?" "Yeah, sure bubba," she replied while picking up some concealer. "How do have such good skin, Al?" "I don't know. I wash my face in the shower, toss some cold water on my face every now and then, it's not really that complicated for me." "Well it's not fair," Letting out a huff of air, Y/n applied the concealer to Alex's face. "Actually, maybe it is with the bags under your eyes." She turned to the camera, pausing what she was doing. "Guys, this boy stays up so late. One night he called me at like, 2 AM and asked me if I wanted to go out to McDonald's with him... of course, I said yes." "I remember that night, I think it was one of my favorite moments with you," he let out a soft chuckle. He could remember giving Y/n one of his hoodies that night. As Y/n started with bronzer, someone had walked into the living room. "Oh, are we doing Alex's makeup this time? Could I join this video?" George grinned, stepping behind the camera so he couldn't be seen. "No George." "Why?" "Remember the last time you did Alex's makeup?" "Yeah, and he looked beautiful," George let out a small giggle as he thought about what Alex looked like when he tried to apply makeup to his face. "Don't you think he looked good, Y/n?" "Alex always looks good, but the fact you used a foundation brush to apply eyeshadow to his face tells me I shouldn't trust you with his makeup," Y/n had turned back to Alex, continuing to work on his bronzer. "If you actually wanna do his makeup, you can film a video with him later. I don't want you to mess up this makeup look I'm planning." "Guys, George is pouting behind the camera," Alex glanced to his roommate, who was making a fake pouting face as Y/n worked. "Go away, George!" There was a moment of silence as Y/n worked on Alex's highlighter, ignoring the existence of Alex's flatmate as she worked. Eventually, George disappeared back into his bedroom once he had received a text message from someone. "He's gone." "Thank god, I love Georgie but sometimes he can just get on my nerves so easily," y/n let out a huff of breath as she swapped the highlighter out for blush and a different brush. "Yeah, anyway I'm gonna get back to looking for more questions," Alex hummed softly, opening his phone back up. "Move too much and I'll mess up your makeup on purpose," Y/n began to work on placing the rosy powder against her boyfriend's cheekbones. "Don't worry about it," he replied while beginning to scroll through the plenty of replies he received over the blue app. "What is Y/n's go-to Starbucks order?" "I really like a nice iced latte with coconut milk," she smiled, taking a moment to admire the work she had done so far on Alex's face. "you enjoy their cappuccinos, don't you?" "you know it," Alex let out a soft chuckle, watching his girlfriend. The way she always looked at him always made him feel so happy. "God, I love you." "I love you more," Y/n grinned, leaning in for a kiss. during the sweet moment, everything around them seemed to disappear as their lips were connected. Even after pulling away from each other, both of them held a smile on their face. "Anyways, I think we should get started on your eyeshadow." The h/c girl picked up a palette that had been laid out on the coffee table with the rest of the makeup, flashing it to the camera. "Since we used your palette in the last video, I thought we could use one of mine this time. I just chose James Charles's palette because why not?" While opening the palette, Y/n muttered a few extra words, "Shane and Jeffree are also incredibly problematic and I refuse to support them." "Tempted to throw that palette out the window as soon as we're finished with this video," Alex closed his eyes, waiting for Y/n to apply the eyeshadow. "If you actually do that, we need to film that," Y/n let out a giggle. "For your eyeshadow, I think we should go for a classic pink look. So I think I'm gonna use 'skip' first, then add on a bit of 'pinkity drinkity' and 'literally' afterward." "Who let James name his eyeshadows?" Alex let out a sigh, peaking one of his eyes open to look at Y/n while she applied 'skip' to his left eyelid. "I'm not sure, Bubba. Maybe you could ask him yourself," she shook her head as she pulled the eyeshadow brush away, going to collect more of the warm color known as 'skip.' "Close both of your eyes, please." A moment of silence passed as Y/n worked on Alex's eyeshadow, meanwhile his hand found its way to her thigh as she worked. Eventually, Y/n told Alex he could open his eyes as she put the palette back down on the table. "Jesus, Y/n... I don't know how you're so good with makeup," Alex took a second to admire himself in the mirror placed on the coffee table with the rest of the makeup. "Years of practice, bubba," she turned back to her boyfriend, a new item in hand. "Time for eyeliner." "Oh god... promise not to get it in my eye?" "Relax, Al. I've had to deal with teaching my 12 year old cousin not to flinch while I taught them how to use eyeliner properly. I think I can handle not getting it in your eyes." Y/n inched closer to her boyfriend, placing a leg over his lap to get closer to him. She carefully placed her thumb on one of his temple's bringing the eyeliner down against his eyelid. Gently, she worked on perfecting both wings on him while mumbling, soft 'good job, bubba,' and 'you're doing amazing.' Once she was happy with the final result, Y/n pulled away from Alex, letting him see himself in the mirror. "How are you feeling about fake eyelashes?" "No." "No?" "No, Y/n." "Fine," she let out a huff of breath once more, placing the eyeliner on the table. "Are you done with everything?" Alex looked to Y/n with a small smile, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah, I think so," she smiled, leaning against Alex's chest while looking down into the mirror at Alex. "You forgot lipstick or gloss or something." "Fuck! That's no fair! Lemme put some on you!" Y/n snatched a tube of lipstick up from the coffee table, going to try and put it on her boyfriend's lips. "No, you didn't let me finish putting makeup on your face, I'm not gonna let you finish yours," Alex moved her hands away from his face with a smirk. "You know what? Fuck it," Y/n turned to the mirror, beginning to place the lipstick on her own lips. As soon as enough was applied, she turned back to Alex, cupping his cheeks with her hands and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. After a moment, she pulled away, "Did it work? Did you get at least a tint of color on your lips?" Alex turned, looking into the mirror to check, "I think I might have gotten a bit on me." "Yes!" Y/n let out a giggle, grinning at the camera, "I win!" As Alex wrapped an arm around Y/n's waist once again, he playfully rolled his eyes before looking back to the camera. "Alright, I think that brings our second makeup video to an end," he quickly placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead before continuing the outro. "Y/n's social medias will be plugged in the description below and the makeup she used too. Thank you everybody for watching this video, If you guys did enjoy and would like to see more videos with Y/n, leave a like-" "And subscribe if you're new!" Y/n chirped in with a smile. Alex's smile only grew wider as he heard his girlfriend help with the outro. "And we'll see you guys in the next one, have a good day." And just like that, the recording had come to an end.

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