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malereadermaniac · 2 months

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Pokéboys and their dicks + extra - male reader intended

MDNI! FDNI! Characters: Blue, Red, Morty, Brawly, Norman, Adaman, Volkner, Marlon, Kukui, Raihan + bonus charas (- All characters aged up!) Kink warnings:pubic hair, marking and hickeys, scent kinks (INCLUDING MUSK AND SWEAT!!), armpits, feet, body worship, public, size diff

Blue

Blue's quite slim, so his dick is loooong

Solid 8 inches, but not very thick

Uncut, with a few veins

He loves when you play with his foreskin using your tongue

He's got a bit of a bush, not too wild but enough to stuff your nose when Blue pushes you down on his whole dick

Blue's balls aren't massive, but they sag just the right amount

His dick matches his attitude, he acts big so his dick is big

His attitude can switch up in the bedroom though

Blue can go from a cocky bastard to whimpering into your ear, acting like he needs your body, your kisses to live

But when his attitude is carried into the bedroom, you two go on for a while, Blue won't stop until your ass is imprinted with the shape if his cock

He also loves to kiss you all over, and Blue fucking loves it when you kiss and lick him everywhere

Especially his muscles

His ego gets a massive boost when you call him strong or manly while kissing his strong arms or abs

Red

Red's quite average

Around 5-6 inches, but he's very girthy

Fucking hell he fills you up so good

Red likes to keep his hair down there tidy, so he only has a very thin bush if you can even call it that

His balls as tight but big, makes sense because Red cums a LOT

Red covers you in cum every time the two of you fuck, you love it tho, especially after blowing him

And Red fucking loves to watch you choke and play with his copious amounts of cum on your face and in your mouth

You'd look gross to anyone else but to Red you couldn't look any hotter

He's quiet during sex for sure, like always

But it just let's you hear his primal noises that me makes while he fucks you hard

You can just hear heavy breathing and grunts into your ear while Red listens to your sexy moans

It's a win-win situation

Morty

Morty is massive

His dick suits his build as well, having a sleeper build you wouldn't expect his dick to be huge

He must of used some ghost voodoo to get that fucking huge

He's easily 10 inches, but he isn't crazy thick, so your not getting slowly killed with each of morty's thrusts but you are getting fucked within an inch if death for sure

His dick isn't very veiny, just one or two, but his tip is suuuper sensitive

Morty loves it when you focus on his dickhead, and he precums so much it's almost funny

His balls sag a lot, so he likes it when you cup them and play with them when you blow him

He's also wild with his public hair, it tufts out of his saggy bottoms all of the time

And it smells so musky whenever you blow him

Morty also fucking LOVES marking you and giving you hickeys when you fuck

In the most obvious places but also in private places that feel good for you in the moment

He likes to see how deep he can make the shade of purple before you whine in pain and pleasure

Bite marks all over your shoulders and thighs

And in turn you scratch his back until you almost draw blood, which turns Morty on soooo much

Brawly

He's quite average, just under 6 inches and a normal thickness

But Brawly doesn't care if he doesn't have the biggest dick ever, he REALLY makes it work

Since he's always working out in some way, Brawly's balls are always super saggy, and he's always sweaty in the best way

He has a big thing for smells and you smelling him

His public hair is out of control, as well as his armpits, he loves to push your head against his hairy regions and have you bath in his musk

He smells so manly it turns the both of you on

Brawly also has a thing for his feet, he likes to have then out as much as he can

He always suggests you lick and worship them, and on special occasions you do and he cums so quick

All of his body smells manly in such a good way, from top to bottom

Norman

His dick is above average, solid 7 inches

He's quite thick too, makes sense for his muscular build

His balls are slightly saggy and hairy

His whole body is covered in thin black hair, very manly

His pubes are quite well trimmed, kept in a nice shape and thin

Norman loves to hear you gag on his dick, and he likes to his pubes stick to the side of your mouth while he fucks your face

Rimming is a huge thing for Norman too

He likes to get up in your whole and make it his

His tongue is so thick as well, and so wet and warm

Norman basically fucks you with his tongue and enjoys the sounds you make while he tastes you

He also fucking lives blowing you, your dick smaller than his in comparison, he likes to smell your dick and engulf it in his mouth

Norman listens to your whines and out if control moans while he slobbers all over your dick

Somehow managing to take your whole dick AND your ball in his mouth

It feels so incredible, especially when he rims you, then moves to blowing you while fingering your now loose and wet hole

Norman also fucks like a mad man, like a dog in heat

His dick pounding your prostate, forcing your tongue out of your mouth while you slobber on his pillows

Adaman

This man is big

Not massive

But very much enough to go above and beyond

He's of course uncut (doubt they did circumcisions back then)

His foreskin isn't tight at all but it's soo long

Also, he obviously doesn't shave, so he's a monster all over

Adaman's body hair is wild, his armpits are bushy, his arms and legs are naturally littered with thin blue hairs and his pubes are a fucking forest

His balls are always saggy and hang loose under his garments since Adaman is almost always commando

His dick is also quite thick, enough to make you scream his name

Which Adaman loves

He's got quite the thing for public sex

There weren't any laws against that, so he's used to having a small audience from time to time

And he loves to have others hear how he makes you sound

His dick also REEKS of his musk, and it intoxicates you every time you blow him

He loves to watch as you smell him like he's some drug, his dick always boiling hot and moist with his sweat and smell

It fucks you up so good

Volkner

His dick is just over 5 inches

His balls are tight, and no matter how much he tries to maintain his pubes they always get out of hand

Volkner is cut and his dick is veinless, but that doesn't mean he isn't sensitive as HELL

You're the light of his life, since he's almost depresses, you make his life better

In a normal and in a sexual way

Volkner can only get it up for you, which turns you on so much

And don't let the fact that his dick is below average, or that he's sensitive fool you

This man is a Dom all the way!

He praises you when you blow him and orders you to strip at any given moment

His hands are rough and you have plenty of marks from his spankings

His muscular build really helps as well

He let's you grab onto his built arms to ground yourself while you cum

And he likes to watch you lick your cum off of his abs afterwards

Everything this man does sexually had a dom undertone

Marlon

Pretty average dick, solid 6 inches

7 on a good day

Marlon's curtains very much do match the drapes, his pubes are also shaped similarly to his hair

His dick isn't tanned, so it's quite funny to see how his tan cuts off and his dick is shinning white and pinkish

But fuck is his tan soo hot, his tan lines so erotic

Marlon's balls are always tight too, being in water constantly really not helping him there

His dick is smooth with few veins, and Marlon is sensitive all over

Not just on his dick but his whole body

This man whines and whimpered when you kiss him all over

It's so hot, especially when your riding him and Marlon is whimpering in your ear

Your name all he can say

Kukui

Fucking hell this man is massive

Kukui is a solid 10 inches and fucking thick too

His dick is dark and veiny, both your hands can't fully cover it

It suits his huge body too, his muscles absolutely out of this world

Which really sets Kukui up nicely for his thing for body worship

He adores it when you worship his Greek god of a body

He flexes all his muscles, arms behind his head while you lick, kiss, smell and praise your boyfriend's body

He call you names from time to time which turns you on more while worshiping his body

He likes to sit you on his lap, his huge thighs holding you up while his rough, big hands roam your body

And holy fuck Kukui loves to fuck you in positions in which he can he his dick force your belly to bulge

His massive cock making a slight bump in your stomach while he ravages you

The view turning him on more and boosting his ego

Kukui pushes on the bump, making you writhe in pleasure and moan loudly

The sight is one that he'll remember forever, Kukui lives his massive cock and so do you

Raihan

He's just above average, a good 7 inches

Uncut and veiny with loooooose foreskin

Raihan fucking loves it when you lick his veins and under his foreskin

He's a cocky cunt with a huge ego, and that translates very well for sex with this guy

Raihans super into worship and praise

He loves to fuck after matches he's won, in the locker rooms, making you lick him clean and smell his "manly, winning scent"

He pushes you onto the ground and steps on your face and dick with his bare, dirty, sweaty feet and laughs as you whine and moan and lick

Raihan also fucking loves to make out

His tongue toys with yours and forces whines out of your mouth that make his dick twitch

His balls as always saggy, he likes to make you lick them and smell them, placing them in your face and telling you to worship his manly musk

His pubes are never cut, he loves to watch you struggle to breath with them stuffing your nose and likes to see them stuck to the side of your mouth as you swallow his cum

Raihan fucks you so rough and hard, making you worship his body while he fucks you

But he isn't horrible, he praises you a lot and worships your body as well

Running his hands over your body and calling you beautiful while he re-arranges your guts

He calls you pretty, lifts your arms and smells you all over, he likes to make you his

Your smell is his, your body, your voice

He fucks you like a rag-doll that only belongs to him

Short Bonuses:

Gladion (aged up!!!!!!!!)

Below average, poor guy is barely 5 inches

But he makes up for it by being good with his hands and tongue

Quite a lot of public hair, slightly darker than his blonde hair

Leon

He's just a bit bigger than raihan (so fucking massive)

He's thick and veiny, and loves to bottom out inside you, watching you squirm and writhe in pain that slowly turns to pleasure

Guiding you through it with sweet words and praise

Milo

Only around 6 inches, but fucking hell is this man thick

He apologises so much, but he needs to be inside you

He watches tears fall from your eyes from the pain and says sorry over and over but his hips keep pounding into you

His dad body crushes you while he fucks you senseless

Jacques

Very average, 6 inches

He's uncut with a loose foreskin and saggy balls

His pubes are out of control and he rarely showers

So he smells so fucking musky and manly

His dick tastes so good you can never get enough

And he's so shy about it, he apologises and blushes like a little sub when you blow his dick and swallow his cum

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riv-rs · 1 year

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trying so so hard to figure out how to draw marlon

his hair in his portrait is so messy but his sprite is all tidied up

#marlon sdv #marlon #stardew valley #i can only draw him facing front #i should........ do more sketches and proper stuff but....... tired #also i made his ear pierced i just think it'd look cool #rivers art

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a-tale-of-legends · 3 months

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I know, it's late,but I was thinking about hoenn and now there isn't a whooooole lot of skin variation for a place with such warm weather sooooooo. I did some things :) Really this was more of me trying to visualize the skin tones of characters I wanted more darker skinned.

Top 2: Liza( left) and Tate( right)

Middle: Phoebe

Bottom 2: Flannery( left) and Zinnia ( right)

The fashion of this picrew doesn't match everyone's styles personally, but I did the best I could do. Bc I can, I'm kinda gonna go through my thought process on everything.

Liza and Tate: They were more random tbh, but I just decided to go with it and gave them a bit of a tan. In general, I wanted to try and be more skin tone variations to the characters,and I just felt like giving these two a bit tanner skin.

Phoebe: Phoebe is the few characters that have darker skin( as in she's tan). Didn't really but much thought into this one lol. She looks adorable and I love that the picrew gave lighter palms for darker skin tones.

Flannery: Flannery was fun, bc she was kinda like Liza and Tate in that she was kinda random, but also not random, you know? I just wanted her to look a teeny bit like me lol( I mean. She doesn't , but you know what I'm saying). The picrew does a decent job with her hair I think. If I could draw, I would make it curlier and a bit darker to match her skin tone a bit more, but overall she looks great! I was playing around with her having vitiligo, but I'm indecisive lol. If I end up doing it, she wouldn't be the first one I gave a darker skin tone to + vitiligo lol ( Legendverse marlon).

Zinnia: I dunno man, I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone ( shrugs). I mean. That can honestly be said for all of them, but I don't really have much to ramble about here. I just wanted Zinnia to have a slightly darker skin tone.

Brawly and Juan are two that I wanted to make with picrews but I knew that it would be hard. Well. Brawly maybe, but Juan definitely. So I'm not gonna lmao. I'ma focus on the gorls ( and one boy).

#r rambles #legendverse

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boinurmom13 · 1 year

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long post lol

back on that posting grind yall 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Anyways, I’ve seen a post or two about Lance as a dad, and like

that’s cute!

Reminded me that I have thought abt him being a dad before. And that I literally have a headcanoned look about how he’d eventually change his GOD AWFUL (affecitonately) hairstyle once he settled down. (i love him, but holy shit his hair’s so hard to draw and for WHAT.)

Originally, i was gonna do a lot of drawings of Lance as a dad, but turns out I got too fixiated on Maverick and his interactions with other people, so oopsie daisy!

First drawing showcases Maverick, Lance, Sam, Bo, and Allan! (Lance, Sam, and Bo going thru a couple of hairstyle changes due to either maturing/realizing that keeping up that look is a pain in the ass)

Lance is referred to as “Mom” or “Old Man.” (Mom being after Bo jokingly told Maverick he could refer to Lance as ‘mom’. Lance does not care that much)

He’s definitely the worrywart parent. Bro reads up on all of the parenting books, and constantly overthinks what maverick does.

Sam is referred to as “daddyio” cuz he thought it was funny at first. He semi-regrets teaching Maverick that behavior.

Same attends ALL of Maverick’s school events if Allan isn’t. He also allows Maverick to do anything he wants (within reason).

Bo’s referred to as dad! This is because Allan, despite knowing Bo played little part in Maverick’s life, would constantly refer to Bo as “your dad” when talking to Maverick.

Speaking of playing little part in Maverick’s life, Bo was hesitant on adopting a kid in the first place. In response to tht anxiety and stress, he kept his distance from the house and the kid. Not really becoming super active until Maverick started school.

He also let Maverick try alcohol ONCE, in order to prevent him from doing it out of curiousity in the future. (It was a tiny sip and Maverick hated it)

Allan’s called papa. Bo constantly makes those “johnny johnny” jokes, to allan’s dismay.

Unlike any of the other dads, Allan actually raises Maverick. Proper punishment (not anything like child abuse, mostly lectures and life lessons. Gentle parenting.) Allan would’ve taught Maverick proper behavior, if it weren’t for the fact that the kid bonded more with Bo (surprisingly.)

the origin of calling lance “mom”^^

Maverick: Do I have a mom?

Bo: Nah, but you can call Lance “mom” if you wanna.

Maverick, a little later, hugging Lance: I love you, mom!

Lance, confused, but accepting: mom??

Maverick interacting with the Castle Village + Pelican town guild members! (Varying ages)

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Camilla: Well, look at that, Barabell! Never thought you’d be a family man!

Bo: I’m not.

Magnus: I caught your kid trying to break into my home.

Lance: Magnus, please stop holding him like that.

Marlon, after discovering Maverick in the mines: Where are your parents?-

Maverick: UP YOURS OLD MAN

Maverick: u smell like farts

Alesia, calming down Isaac: Just ignore him, Isaac.

Maverick: hi uncle jadu

Jadu, at the top of the Castle Village outpost with Maverick: kid how tf did you get up here

Maverick, handing Alesia a flower: my dad told me to treat all ladies nicely so here’s a flower, miss alesia

Alesia: Oh! Well, thank you, Maverick.

Maverick: burn the tower down

Morgan, who just got finished shwoing Maverick a trick with fire: uhm..

^^Maverick interacting with the first slash members (they babysit him sometimes)

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Jolyne: Your kid’s safe with us, Lance!

Maverick: hi aunt jolyne

Jolyne: Now, what to feed you...

Maverick: rocks!

Jolyne: I’m not feeding you rocks.

two arrows point at drake and maverick, claiming that they’re “smashing sea shells”

Maverick, with a wooden sword and (lended) blue cape: I’m like one of you guys now!

Maverick, after watching Edmund make a life elixir: Now make one that explodes!

Maverick, holding a nearly broken, wooden sword: My sword’s super good too, right??

Gale: Sure thing, little buddy.

Drake, crying and holding Maverick, saying goodbye to him: I’LL MISS YOU, MAV!!

Maverick: Bye, Mr. Drake! I’ll see you later!

Brianna: drake, c’mon..

Bo: is he gonna stop soon?

I would’ve drawn some with the regular townsfolk, too, but I got lazy. So instead, here’s a written description of how Maverick interacts with other people.

Cain and Jack- They had to get a cabin on the farm, since the main house got too crowded. These two are basically like uncles, cousins, or even older brothers to Maverick! Very close with him, usually end up babysitting him.

Abigail- These two are super close. Maverick calls her “aunt abby,” too. She matches his chaotic energy really well, and she’s typically the one to take him out on mini adventures when she babysits him.

Sebastian- they’re close, but whenever seb babysits they sort of sit in silence. it’s like the one uncle you know, and will come over often, but you two are so difference it makes everything awkward.

Sophia- maverick goes down to the other farms a lot, typically sophia’s or marnie’s (sophia’s more frequently). a lot of the time, she’ll end up giving him freshly picked fruit when it’s harvest season. maverick will sometimes slip up and refer to her as “sister”

Victor and Olivia- oh my god it’s actually insane how close these two are to maverick. Olivia treats him as her own granson, sometimes. Hell, victor even refers to Maverick as his nephew. As much as Bo and Allan discourage spoiling Mav whenever he’s over at their house, Olivia ESPECIALLY can’t help it.

Vincent, Jas, Leo, and Morgan- These four end up hanigng out with maverick more frequently, despite being older than him by a load. (I mean, Maverick’s only about 6-7 in the picture with morgan.) Vincent takes on a joking uncle role, despite maverick considering him more like an older brother if anything. despite the teenagers’ usual hijinks and shenanigans, Maverick’s parents trust them to make the right decisions when he’s around.

As for Maverick’s technical family

Jodi and Kent were OVER THE MOON when they learned Sam had finally settled down to the point of adopting a son. These two love Maverick to DEATH and Jodi treats him like any other grandmother- Fresh cooking and regular perfume-suffocating hugs. Kent, after adjusitng more to the valley, has even started acting like a grandpa with maverick. Taking him out for walks and asking for help on the word searches in the daily paper.

Lance’s parents, unsurprisingly, were also ecstatic to learn he also settled down. I mean absolutely THRILLED. I know we don’t know much about Lance’s parents, but I feel like he’s on good terms with them. So much so where Lance took Maverick to a Castle village festival, once he was old enough (about gradeschool age) and had Camilla’s permission just so his parents could meet their grandchild. Despite Lance’s dad being a cold-as-stone adventurer, even he couldn’t help but shed a tear upon seeing his first-ever (and probably only) grandchild. As for Lance’s mom? Absolutely bawling. Wrapped Maverick in a hug and WOULD NOT let go. Lance had to pry him out of her arms after he realized Maverick was starting to get uncomfortable. Needless to say, Lance’s parents will be expecting more frequent visits (and will be requesting more visits)

Bo had told Rodney about the new arrival, and Rodney was ASTONISHED. Shocked, jaw-dropped, in awe, surprised, almost had a heart attack kind of deal. Never did he see Bo getting with someone and having a kid. They had face timed, and for about 30 minutes, Rodney had got to talk with Maverick before the kid had gotten distracted with something else. There were multiple mentions of how Amelia would’ve been so proud to know she had grandchildren on not only her actual son’s side, but also her adoptive son’s side. The rest of the barabell family were shocked, too, but Bo’s cousins were more impressed. Nadia and Lux had gone out of their way to visit just so they could check it out for themselves. (They had a blast talking with Maverick, who would not shut up about everything he knows, and all of the funny stories he had to share about adventurers)

There’s one more “technical” family member that had heard the news about Maverick, and it was the scientist from Northmill that Bo had considered his dad. Their communication was on and off, but they still met up a couple of times each year to talk. As soon as Misty, the scientist in question, had learned about Maverick, he was really happy. A reaction such as “That’s amazing, Bo! Would you mind if I referred to him as my grandson? I’m not sure how close we are,” etc, etc. As soon as Maverick was brought to actually meet Misty, the two clicked really fast. The old loon had gone on and on about the stars and space while Maverick CONSISTENTLY talked about race cars. To Bo, it sounded like two asylum patients talking to each other, but they looked happy, so who’s he to judge?

that’s sorta it

yay! maverick’s such a fun lil guy. i’ve had this dude running circles in my head for a while now. i hope you guys like him as much as i do.

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ladyfingersandmetal · 2 years

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Howdy!

I wanna be more consistent with how I draw Al so here is a mini ref sheet and I just wanted to elaborate on it and sprinkle in some of my own headcannons.

Appearance

Lean, tatted, and looks like he could probably outrun a horse. Also looks like a smug lil bastard

Speaking of tats, his has a sleeve of Roses. As cheesy as it is, it is actually very well done and took HOURS

There is a heavy influence of Marlon Brando in my design for him and I can picture him being great to imitate him PERFECTLY.

He has tanned skin, though still has lots of blush in his skin. He does have dark body hair but he SHAVES it all off. He just cant stand the feeling of hair on him. Plus it shows off his muscles more.

His hair is definitely Auburn! His hair texture is somewhat wavy, though the strands are fine. So when he goes without washing it for a few days it gets greasy.

He has very shapely eyebrows and is a very animated person.

His eyes are light brown. They really do look like they are red with how much they match his hair. Which is why he is often described as having "red eyes".

His wardrobe is just a mod podge of random stuff. Though it is mostly influenced by bikers and cowboys. He usually always wears cowboy boots and denim with some sort of tank top. But some more random stuff is that he does have things from like, skater stores. So he may be sporting white converses, a beanie, skater pants and some sort of band tee on certain days. But he does have a soft spot for fringe and leather as can be seen in most western wear.

General

His full name is Allen Freedom Jones, just "Al" to most.

He is the younger brother to Matt! But this age difference doesn't mean much to them. Especially because they ended up going to school at the same time and graduating the same year. Depending on which brother you ask its because "Matt had a hard time and was held back" Or "Al is the smartest-dumbass you have ever met, he skipped to my grade"

He mostly plays mechanic to himself in his time. Because of that he doesn't have a job, which he doesn't need anyway. Besides that he spends an awful alot of time volunteering! Sometimes its to help out inmates, help the elderly, animals, and so on.

His pockets are boring, mostly because he regularly leaves his house with nothing. It isn't that he forgets, he just finds he can do without his stuff.

Drives a Ford truck just like Matt! Though, they have different models. Al reallLLLy keeps up to date with all car news and is a great guy to ask about diff makes and models.

A social butterfly, though not in a nosey way. He has an amazing ability to relate and connect with people without it being personal. Someone could be friends with him for a year and be surprised to find out that he has a brother, where he is from, where he went to school and other personal details you usually find out when you first meet someone.

He lives to connecting with people in a way that is in the present. Often he does this by building on fun experiences that they share. This being said, he does not just approach people randomly. It is more like, he finds you at the DMV and yall are sitting in line and waiting together so he will chat. Not so much he preys on randoms.

He loves spicy foods, which extends to the sweets he eats. His favorite candies are red hots though he can and will get sick off of them. Also worth mentioning, he loves Fireball.

Sports are a must to him. Especially baseball! Though he can find fun in any sport.

Because he often leave his phone at home, he is bad at responding to texts, emails and so on. He also just does not like typing. So he often takes advantage of speech-to-text functions.

Politics are complicated for a lot of reasons. The best way to describe him is "the most un-patriotic patriot you will ever meet" he loves many of his country's freedoms but also, is the greatest critic. Very folk-punk esque

Offices bore him and depress him. Not much more to say other than that, he goes stir crazy.

#2p hetalia #2p america #my art #ref sheet #2p headcanons #2p hetalia headcanons

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wwalkingdread · 2 years

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Can you do a Marlon x reader where the reader was sent there as a student, and them and Marlon have been best friends since they first went there. Fast forward now that the apocalypse happened they are dating and the reader is the type to hold their temper in and are extremely nice, but one wrong move and it turns to a shit show. ( it’s why they were sent there) A new group member judges their boyfriends leading and they lose. Their. Shit. And Marlon has to comfort and calm them down. (But it’s not a stupid amount it’s like they say SOEMTHING that would make you genuinely angry) thanks ♥️

❥ Picking Fights

Characters: Marlon

Description: Marlon’s partner has a hard time controlling their temper when a newcomer starts insulting their boyfriend.

Warnings: Cussing, reader tries to fight somebody

Notes: This took SO LONG I had it written briefly for AGES in my notes but AAH everything has been so busy </33 Sorry if this feels rushed?? I’m mostly writing it to show that I haven’t quit completely </3 I didn’t really know what to do with this little newcomer character just pretend you did whatever you wanted with them. Maybe Marlon could send them away <3 Anything for his babe <3 Haha, enslavement <3

You and Marlon separated, a kiss lingering on your head before you two parted. You and the newcomer, Alfie, made your way to the picnic table, slightly damp from the night's rain and moss clinging to the base of the wood.

Alfie, who had thick black hair and dark eyes, has been finding themselves struggling to settle for a while. You didn’t want to express your ill feelings toward them since you were in a rather respected position you took seriously, but something about them rang wrong. Perhaps you were just paranoid, not used to strangers, especially ones a decade older than the rest of you, Alfie nestling in their mid-twenties or so.

Alfie perked up, lips pursed, “I didn’t realise you and him were dating.”

You flushed, a smile blooming on your face, “Oh, yeah… We’ve been together for a long time actually.” You giggled, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked down at your feet, “We used to be in the same classes and we’d pass notes to each other all the time. We’d draw these shitty pictures too and they were God awful. We’d get into trouble because of them all the time because we were twelve and stupid.”

Alfie rolled their eyes, propping their head up with their hand, “You’ve known each other for a while then, I take it… So, when did this become a thing then?” They vaguely gestured between the two of you, and you looked over your shoulder and watched Marlon conversing with the others, hands on his hips.

“Not that long after shit went wrong, actually… I think it was a case of ‘just in case one of us dies you should know’ kind of thing, but we’re both still here.”

Alfie released a bitter laugh from their throat, finger tracing shapes on the wooden table, “It’s nice you two can thrive considering what happened to the others…”

Your lips dipped downward, “… Yeah. It’s… Unfortunate.” You weren’t sure what to make of their tone. You two suddenly fell quiet, Alfie looking down at the wooden table in front of them. You leaned slightly on the table’s surface, gulping thickly at the silence.

Alfie rose their head suddenly, snapping out of thought, “I mean, how many people were here? Thirty eight?” You jumped at the sound of their voice.

“Forty two.” You corrected.

Alfie whistled at the number, making you raise a brow in their direction, “Jeez. So you’ve lost, what? Twenty… Thirty…” They started counting on their fingers, “Thirty one? It’s only a matter of time before you run out of people here.”

Your lips pressed tightly together, going thin as you thickly swallowed with your jaw clenched. “We’re doing fine.” You said quickly.

Alfie’s laugh sounded closer to a scoff, “You lose, like, five people every year. In two years you’ll run dry.”

With their eyes treading over your shoulder, they continued, “A good leader wouldn’t have even lost one.”

You bit back a snarl, but you felt your lips twitch, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Your smile wore thin,

“Marlon obviously couldn’t handle leading that many of people. I mean, what made him the leader to begin with? Because he’s the oldest?” They waved their hand dismissively, “He’s just a kid who hit a growth spurt. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“What do you know about leading anybody? Whoever led you guys didn’t do a great job, considering they’re all dead.”

“We didn’t lose thirty-or-so people, that’s for sure!”

“Because you didn’t have that many to lose! Stop acting like you know shit about us.”

“I’ve known him since the beginning. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Alfie raised their hands defensively, a wire-like, uneven grin on their face, “I’ve seen my fair share of groups, you know. I’m just letting you know that there’s an issue here.”

“There’s an issue here alright.” Your knuckles began turning white from how hard they were clenched, your muddy fingernails boring into your skin, “One that’s asking for a black eye.

They laughed, eyebrows quirked, “Are you serious…?”

“Very.”

Alfie found themselves on their feet, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Not worried to make me another addition to your ‘grave yard’ are you? You’re just that used to losing people, aren’t yo-?” Your hand found its way to Alfie’s hair, tangling itself in their curls as you tugged then roughly to your side, strands tearing off alongside your fingers as you released yourself. Alfie raised their arms to defend themselves, but before you could land a hit you felt two hands on your shoulders pulling you back.

“Woah, woah. What’s going on?” Marlon asked firmly, fingers digging into your collarbone.

“This bitch-! Keeps running their fucking mouth-!”

“No.” Marlon’s hand was now tightly wrapped around your arm, “No, we don’t do that here. Come on.” His firm grip led you astray, pulling you toward the school, his forceful action making you stumble over your feet when you got to the stairs. Your cheeks burned, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent.

“Marlon, for fucks sake..!” You complained as he led you to his office, where he sat down, a groan escaping his lips as his elbows rested on the desk, fingers at his temples.

“I don’t know what happened out there, but…” He exhaled, pausing, “that isn’t the way to go about it.”

You scoffed, “Are you fucking kidding me, Marlon? I won’t sit there and let them tear you down like that.”

“Listen, I really appreciate it, but-“

“No! No fucking buts, no nothing! They don’t know a damn thing about any of us, especially not you. I’ll die defending you, Marlon. You know this.” You crossed your arms tightly against your chest, “You should’ve let me wipe that smirk off their face.”

“What am I going to do with you…?” He muttered, leaning back in his chair as he looked toward the ceiling, frosty eyes glazing over with thought. You kicked at the floor with your boots, grumbling,

“You’ll let me stick up for you without you telling me off like a little kid.” You argued. You chewed on your lip, licking at the raw skin. Marlon’s chest jittered with a bitter laugh, finding himself sitting forward and moving to his feet. “You might as well be, throwing tantrums like that…” he taunted, and you flushed.

You could see his boot-clad feet make their way toward you and you felt yourself getting consumed by his warmth, his arms wrapping around you, calloused hand placed at the back of your skull.

“We work through this together.” He said softly, hand running through your hair, “This anger. We don’t let it get this far. We talk.”

You nestled yourself deeper into him, “I know… But God, they just…!” You waved your hand around, struggling to find the words,

“I know.” He said, a smile gracing his lips at your frustration,

“I know I get pissed too… I start breaking shit or hitting things… But when I talk to you I don’t feel like that anymore.” He kissed the side of your head, his ears turning red, “I just hope you can feel the same with me.”

“You know I do, I…” You felt a space grow between you, pushing yourself away so you could look at him, frown thick on your face as you picked at your fingers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you, Marlon. I just wanted to show my respect for you.”

He snickered, “Hey, c’mon.” He rose a brow, folding his arms, “How about instead of talking to me like a leader you talk to me like your boyfriend?”

You chuckled, looking down at your feet, “I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend and he’s being an ass about it.” You said teasingly. You two fell into a comfortable silence, Marlon’s eyes falling onto your features. His hands slithered under your jaw, making you look up at him, a grin plastered on his face.

You turned red as you swatted him away, straightening your back, “I’m not apologising.” You stated as he sighed.

“I figured as much.” He scratched the back of his neck.

With your brows furrowed, your jaw clenched tightly, “No, seriously. I don’t know what their problem is but-“

Marlon said your name sharply, causing you to hold your breath, “You’re going to get yourself worked up again.” You blinked, sighing as your lips fell downward,

“Sorry.” You said.

Marlon stepped forward, brushing away the strands of hair that fell over your face, “You’re getting better at this, y’know. We all have our moments.” His hand burrowed in the curve of your waist, holding you securely, “If this keeps going we’ll figure something out, but right now let’s just… Make it about us.” His voice trailed off as his breath hit against your face, lips meeting yours for a brief moment

You pulled away, lips brushing against his as you spoke, “We'll have to go down for dinner.” you laughed.

“Then let’s just stay here until then.” He grinned, “Want to tell me about what made you laugh so hard when you were hunting? I could hear you when you were on your way back.” He poked your ribs, making you giggle, “You’re lucky you didn’t cause any dead-heads to close in.”

“Ugh, alright.” You groaned with a grin, plopping yourself on Marlon’s desk as he found himself back at his chair, feet up as your hand placed itself on his ankle, fiddling with his shoelaces. You completely forgot about your incident with Alfie, but if it happened again… Marlon might let it slide…

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gingersnappish · 3 years

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KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming

sigo

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!

#kylux recs #kylux #fic recs #kylux recs 2021 #i enjoyed these fics

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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CALIFORNIA KING || CHUBBY!BUCKY BARNES

pairing: Chubby!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x black!reader || word count: 6,429 || warnings: smut, sex, vaginal fingering, hand job, bad language words

authors note: here we are! chubs is finally here! we’re set back in Virginia in the 60s in this one, but we’re not acknowledging the bullshit of the time period. i write to get away from real world issues, and i like the clothes in this decade. you will also notice a few characters from a certain show called Lovecraft Country, because, well, I like them a lot too. please enjoy.

line divider by, you guessed it, @firefly-graphics (they’re all so pretty)

Virginia, 1964

Your heels click along the pavement as you move towards the small diner in the middle of town. The sun is high and hot, the beams beating down on your bare shoulders as you adjust your yellow rimmed sunglasses over your face. Your white purse swings off the tips of your fingers, your bracelet, a present from Bucky, clinking softly against your watch, (another present from Bucky), as you move with confidence.

Your sister Ruby moves quietly behind you, her eyes out in front, scanning the sidewalk and street as the two of you go, “You shouldn’t come out dressed like that.” She huffs in your direction as she catches the eye of two older white women moving in your direction.

You turn your head towards her and then glance at the women walking past you, their eyes dropping down to your slightly exposed midriff, then your high waisted, navy blue shorts. You push your sunglasses down your nose and maintain eye contact with them as the two women move by.

“I’m not worried about these small town hicks.” You answer loudly, turning around to walk backward so you can keep your eyes on them, “I am free to dress how I please, thank you.”

Ruby shakes her head as she laughs sarcastically, “You never did know how to act.”

“It is 1964. They just need to get the fuck over it - we are here. This is just as much our town as it is theirs.” You spit, tossing your short hair slightly, “Plus, not everybody here is like them.”

Ruby closes her eyes and holds up her hands, completely uninterested in what you’re about to say, “You are playing with fire with that sheriff,” she hisses quietly, “And I don’t want to hear about it.”

You shrug defiantly, “Fine, then don’t. Let’s just get our rootbeer floats and not argue for once, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect.”

“Wonderful.” You seethe, flicking your wrist towards her, ending the quick squabble. You grab the door handle and pull open the door to the diner, stepping to the side to allow your sister to pass, “After you.”

Ruby cuts her eyes towards you and smirks unenthusiastically before she crosses through the threshold. You roll your eyes and follow in behind her, removing your sunglasses and shoving them in your purse as you follow her to the front counter. The two of you sit side by side, Ruby smoothing her hands over her green, pleated swing dress, you waving down the young waiter.

“Afternoon ladies, it’s a hot one, huh?” he asks nicely, smiling at the two of you as he slides menus in your direction.

“It is, thank you,” you start, glancing over the menu, “I think I’m going to have a burger and fries, with a rootbeer float.”

“Great choice, and you, Ruby?”

She smiles, handing her menu back to him, “An olive loaf sandwich please. Potato chips, and a rootbeer float as well.”

“I’ll have it right up ladies.”

He disappears into the back and you and Ruby fall into your usual rhythm, practically ignoring each other. The front door chimes as a group of women move inside, their giggles filling the relatively quiet diner. You eye them as they move by, catching the glance of one Dottie Bodecker, your arch nemesis since grade school. Her blonde hair swings back and forth behind her head as she smiles at you, wiggling her manicured fingers as her group moves to the end of the long bar, taking up four seats.

“So Dottie,” you hear one of the brunettes start, “Do you think tonight’s the night? You think Sheriff Barnes is going to ask you to go with him to his re-election fundraiser?”

You flick your eyes towards them, drawing in a deep breath at the sound of his name. Dottie turns her head towards you, her blue eyes linking with yours where she smiles quickly before turning back to her friends, “I think so.” She answers cheerfully, another giggle escaping her lips, “We have been getting so close lately. I really think he’s gonna ask me to start going steady.”

You scoff loudly before laughter falls from your lips. Ruby hits your leg underneath the counter as you pull out a cigarette and place it between your lips, lighting it. You feel their eyes on you as you flick the butt of the cigarette, ridding it of the ash that’s built up and take another slow drag. You keep your eyes forward, not wanting to engage because you know if you engage -

“Here we go ladies,” the waiter says, cutting through your thoughts, “A burger and fries, an olive loaf with potato chips, and two rootbeer floats. Enjoy.”

Heat blooms across your skin as anger starts to brim just below the surface. You and Dottie have had the same common goal for almost six months - Sheriff James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The anger in you makes you start to wonder why the two of you are warring over him in the first place. He’s ten years older than the both of you, has a nasty divorce behind him, and by the sight of his tummy, he’s enjoyed one too many slices of Ambrosia cake. To you and Dottie though, he might as well be Marlon Brando.

It’s the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles. The way his nose scrunches when he smiles really big. It’s the softness in his voice when he says your name. The shyness that controls him whenever he’s come to bring you a flower. It’s the way he’s a dreamer - how he promises you a little house out in the middle of nowhere, complete with a white picket fence and a golden retriever. A couple of kids. A big old bed where he promises to always keep you pleased.

He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - the softest and the sweetest too.

“Just relax and eat your food.” Ruby whispers, squeezing your knee, “She’s just trying to get your goat.”

You flick the butt of your cigarette again, “Well, she fucking got it.” You sigh, grabbing a french fry and biting it angrily.

Dottie continues to gab to her friends loudly, Bucky and I this, Bucky and I that - deep down you know it’s bullshit. He spends too much time sniffing around you to give her the type of attention she’s trying to convince her friends of, but it still gets under your skin. You eat slowly, your lips pursed, your eyes staring a hole into the wall in front of you, your hearing absolutely piqued.

“Did I tell you he drove me home from work the other day?” Dottie says, running her hand over her ponytail as her lips curl into another smile behind her red painted lips, “He even stayed for dinner.”

“Well, your meatloaf is to die for, Dottie. He would have been crazy not to stay!”

You cut your eyes over towards them again just as Dottie leans into her friends, glancing around to see if anyone is listening (as if she honestly cares), “Did I also mention that he stayed the night?”

You slam your balled fist onto the counter, rattling the plates and cups and silverware that sit on the bar. All four heads of Dottie’s group snap towards you, Ruby’s eyes going wide as her mouth drops open.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Dottie asks sweetly, venom dripping from every word.

You lift your hand and plaster a fake smile on your face, scrunching your nose as you shrug, “I’m quite alright, Dottie. Just um, dropped my fork is all.”

“Oh,” she laughs a little, placing her gloved hand to her chest, “That must be a heavy fork.”

“Not as heavy as my fist will be against your -”

“We’re fine,” Ruby cuts in, a bright smile on her face as she nods towards Dottie, “Thank you for askin’, Dottie.”

Dottie smiles again as she tips her head towards Ruby, “You are very welcome, Miss Ruby.”

“Fake ass bitch.” You growl under your breath, prompting a hard pinch on your thigh,”Ow!”

“Just,” Ruby starts, widening her eyes at you, “Eat. Your. Food.”

You take another angry bite of your french fry and cut your eyes towards the glass door, staring out onto the street as you flick your cigarette again. Sheriff James Buchanan Barnes has no idea what he’s just gotten himself into.

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You sway your hips back and forth as your hair falls into your face. The music is loud, thumping even, as Ruby and her band plays up on the stage. An arm is thrown around your waist, pulling your closer as the two of you dance - chest to back, hips tucked into your behind. You laugh as you throw your arm around his neck and dip down low, a wider smile breaking onto your face as he moves with you.

The two of you push back up where you spin around to face him, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up on your thighs as you continue to shake your hips. You throw the material of your expensive, new dress, and then swish it around, before you drop it to raise your hands in the air and spin back around.

That’s when you see them.

Those eyes.

Those deep set, deep blue orbs that always seem to find you when in the middle of a crowd. His lips are set in a hard line, his cheeks red, his jaw tight. He sucks his teeth as he leans his elbow on the bar. He blinks, slowly, cutting his eyes towards the bartender just long enough to grab the shot that’s handed to him before they are back on you, watching you grind against the stranger behind you.

Too damn bad for him.

You grab the man’s hand and pull it tighter around your waist, keeping your smaller hand on top of his as you dip slowly down to the floor again - your eyes never leaving the sheriff’s. You break the eye contact with him to glance over your shoulder as a devilish smile curls onto your painted lips as the two of you dance, your lips dangerously close to his. You push your behind into his hips and laugh when the man hoots and hollers before clapping his hands to the beat of the music.

You flick your eyes back to the sheriff’s just as he downs the brown liquid in the small glass in his hands and slams it on the counter, immediately asking for another. You smirk and wink at him before you turn in the man’s hands that are currently around your waist and away from the hard, angry eyes bearing into you.

“Boo!”

You spin to the side when a finger presses into your side and shriek when you come face to face with your little sister, “Leti!” You shout, wrapping your arms around her neck and swaying her back and forth, “I thought y’all said you wouldn’t be back from Chicago until next week! Tic! Come here!”

You release her to throw your arms around Leti’s boyfriend, Atticus Freeman’s neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to hug him tightly as he chuckles in your ear, “We just decided to cut it short, that’s all.” He answers.

“Yeah, right,” you smile, slapping him gently on his shoulder, “You two got into some trouble up there, didn’t you?”

“Never!” Leti exclaims as she smiles mischievously, holding up her hand, “And that’s scouts honor. Listen,” she says, glancing over her shoulder back towards the bar, “I’ve heard from a few people already. They’re saying that the sheriff is asking about you at the bar.”

“Well,” You wave her off, “You can tell them to tell him to mind his goddamn business.”

“Girl, you’ve got that man seething over there!” Tic laughs, “Askin’ how you know this fool,” he says, pointing towards your dancing partner, “What his name is, when he got into town, how long you been here tonight…”

You shrug defiantly, batting your eyes at the pair of people in front of you, “Not my problem.”

“You’ve got your nerve!” Leti laughs, “Who in their right mind antagonizes the goddamn sheriff?”

“The very same one who dates the goddamn sheriff.” Tic says, shaking his head, “Y’all’s mama gave y’all balls of steel.”

Leti rolls her eyes but smiles widely, grabbing your wrists and pulling you deeper into the mass of people. The three of you dance the hours away as Ruby keeps the small club rocking. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, out of cigarettes, and slightly tipsy when Tic wants to get you and Leti home, so you relent without a fight.

You push out into the night air, the breeze instantly cooling your balmy skin. You giggle as Leti mumbles in your ear and take a few steps into the alley before you stop dead in your tracks. Sheriff Bucky leans against the brick building, his head turned towards the street but snapping back to you when he hears your familiar laughter. He pushes away from the wall and places his hands on his hips and utility belt where he taps his nervous, angry fingers.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, pushing it out of his nostrils harshly as he turns his head towards the building again, trying and failing to maintain a calm demeanor, “Tic, I wasn’t um, I wasn’t aware you were back in town. Welcome home, soldier.”

Tic shifts his eyes to you before he nods towards Bucky and takes his extended hand, “Thank you sheriff, that’s uh, that’s mighty kind of you.”

“You’re a brave man, fighting for this country. You let me know if anybody gives you any trouble, you hear? Ms. Lewis, how are you this evening?”

“Mighty fine, sheriff. Thanks for askin’.” Leti answers, offering him a soft smile. She knows what it’s like to be on the ass end of one of your fits.

You stare at him as he nods slowly, clearing his throat again before he shifts his eyes back to you. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head as you blink at him slowly and let out a hard breath. He drops his eyes down your body, then snaps them back up to yours, his lip slightly snarled the entire time.

He points at you quickly, before he drops his hand back to his belt and glances back at the building, “May I speak to you, please?” he asks, clearing his throat again.

“What for?”

He chuckles lightly, widening his eyes as he drops them to your feet, “You know what for.” he snaps, still tapping his fingers against his hips, “Please.”

You glance at Leti and Tic, whose eyes have settled on you after the quick tennis match between you and Bucky. You sigh again, “I’ll meet you guys at home, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Leti whispers, pushing up closer to you, “He looks mad.”

You roll your eyes, “I can handle him. I’ll be fine.”

Leti grabs Tic’s hand and moves past Bucky, “Have a good night, sheriff.”

“You as well, Ms. Lewis.” He glances over his shoulder as Tic and Leti move down the alley, and only turns back to face you once they’ve turned the corner, “You stood me up.” He spits angrily, pointing at you again.

You shrug, indifference written on your face, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean!” he hisses, taking a few steps towards you, “Damn it, I waited forty five minutes for you.”

“You get out of my face.” you scoff, pushing his shoulders roughly.

“So I spend all day worrying about you, only to find you here with some jerk’s hands all over you!”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “Spent all day worrying about me, did you? That’s rich.”

“Okay,” he barks, nodding quickly as he chews on the inside of his cheek, “What is it? Huh? What did I do now?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“I don’t know! Please! Enlighten me.”

You cross your arms over your chest again, staring down the alley. You feel his eyes staring into the side of your face, waiting for you to speak.

“Answer me, damn it!”

“Why don’t you ask Dottie Bodecker what you did wrong?” you hiss, snapping your head back to face him.

His face contorts in confusion, his shoulders slumping slightly, “Dottie Bodecker? The fuck she have to do with anything?”

“Her meatloaf is to die for, isn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his hands up dramatically, turning and taking a few steps away from you. He spins back around seconds later, shaking his head, “If you don’t start saying what you mean, girl!”

“You slept with Dottie Bodecker a few nights back and I’m done letting you make a fool a’ me!” you scream as your eyes squint hard.

You brush past him, bumping his shoulder as you start down the alley, walking fast as you huff, the anger bubbling. You hear his heavy feet behind you, his keys jingling as he wraps his fingers around your bicep. You shrug away from him and whirl around, pointing your thin finger in his face, “Don’t you touch me.”

“I did not sleep with Dottie Bodecker!” He hisses, “Where are you getting that load of shit from?”

“From Dottie herself. She told the entire diner this afternoon!”

“Well she’s full of it!” He shouts back, “I didn’t touch that woman!”

“But you drove her home from work?” You ask, antagonizing him, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms over your chest.

He scoffs, placing his hands on his hips again, “Yes. I drove her home. She flagged me down -” You start walking again, completely uninterested in hearing his sorry ass story, “Goddamn it. Listen to me!” He shouts, grabbing your arm again, “I did not touch that woman. I have never touched her. I promise you.”

“And why should I believe you? Huh?” You ask, breathing hard, your eyes wide and bouncing between his, “Tell me!”

“Because I love you!” He shouts loudly - so loudly that it makes you slam your mouth shut, “Goddamn it!”

You watch as he starts to pace, dragging his hand through his short, dark hair angrily before he drops it to his side. Because I love you! The words bounce around your brain as he places his hands back on his hips.

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

That’s the first time he’s said it.

He loves you.

“You know what?” he says after a moment, turning back to face you again, “You want to continue to play games with Dottie, you go right ahead, but you leave me out of it. I have been nothing but good to you, nothing but open, nothing but doting… I’m done, you hear me? Done. Keep playin’ your little goddamn games!”

You click your tongue and roll your eyes again as he walks off, tugging at the leather jacket covering his torso. He can barely zip the damn thing. You sigh and tilt your head as he turns around the front of the building as embarrassment starts to flood through you. Your skin heats up again, but this time from the feeling of turning out to be the asshole, which doesn't happen very often (it probably should.)

The sound of your heels clicking against the concrete bounces off the buildings as you move to the end of the alley, peaking around the corner to find his police car still sitting at the curb. You spot his head resting back on the seat and put your hands behind your back as you walk slowly towards the passenger side. You lean over and glance in the window, finding his eyes closed and his hands on the wheel as he breathes in and out, in and out, in and out.

You glance up and down the street before you knock on the window, “Can I get in?”

“No.”

You click your tongue and let your shoulders slump, “Come on, sheriff.”

You watch as he exhales hard and you have to drop your head so that he can’t see the smile that forms on your lips. He reaches over and pops open the door before he straightens up in the seat, keeping his eyes forward as you slide in next to him. You chew on your lip as you blink over at him, your eyes trailing down his bicep and forearm before you start playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly, your voice small and slightly playful.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He answers quick, holding up his hand.

You laugh a little but cover your mouth quickly with your thin fingers as he cuts his eyes towards you. He huffs again and you start to whine, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards the roof, “Sheriff, look at me.”

“No.”

“Come on,” You laugh, “I said I was sorry.”

“And that’s just supposed to make this all better? Right? Just because you said you’re sorry?” he asks softly, turning to face you.

You shrug, dropping your eyes to your fingers again, “Yeah?”

He laughs earnestly at your sheer audacity. You smile, biting down into your bottom lip as you send your eyes toward him, your smile softening at the sight of him. The crinkles are back. His nose is scrunched, his eyes turned into slits as he laughs. You glance down between the two of you and see a bouquet of flowers on the floorboard.

His laughter dies down and he shakes his head as he lets out a sigh, “You are such a stubborn ass.”

“But that’s why you like me, right?”

He looks over at you, his eyes moving around your face, “Maybe.” He answers softly.

You grab his hand and place it in your lap, your thumb rubbing gently over his knuckles. You blink at each other, all of the anger and agitation bleeding out of you both like it wasn’t even there to begin with. He squeezes your hand and rubs the tips of your fingers with his thumb before he leans over to kiss you softly.

You moan, your eyes closing instinctively as his pillow soft lips hit yours for the first time that day. Relief and calm washes through you as he massages your lips with his and loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You're soon pressed up against his wide chest and body, your hands sliding over his shoulders and to his back. You hug him tightly to you as the intensity builds quickly, his stomach pushing over his belt and pressing into yours. You hum as his thick fingers skip up your thigh, palming your flesh softly.

His lips fall to your neck, his head nudging yours upward to gain full access to your sensitive skin. He sucks lightly, making you tense and moan as a jolt of sensation shoots straight to your sex. You grip his shoulder softly as that wandering hand moves further up your thigh - right into your dress, where his fingertips brush against your warm, tingly sex.

“Sheriff,” You breathe, spreading your legs and pushing your hips forward as you rub his shoulder.

“Yes ma’am?” He answers, his voice low and heady.

“Take me home and take advantage of me, please.”

His chuckle vibrates through your flesh. He nips at your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin, “As much as I’d love to darlin’, I’m on duty.” You groan in dissatisfaction, making him laugh again, “You shouldn’t have blown me off earlier, I could have taken care of you then.”

He pushes your panties to the side and brushes his fingers over your soft skin, where you shiver instantly. He pulls back so that he can watch your face as he pushes between your folds, stroking your slit gently, teasing you with just the tips of his fingers. You hiss and squeeze your legs together, jutting your hips forward to try and coax him inside.

He doesn’t take the bait.

But he wants to.

He glances over his shoulder behind the car and then out in front, finding the streets bare. He can hear the muffled sounds of Ruby’s band still going strong inside the small club. There’s been no calls over the radio in over an hour. He’s got time. He kisses your mouth quickly and pulls his hand from out of your dress to turn the key, bringing the loud engine to life, filling the silent night air with noise.

You push up onto your knees as he pulls away from the curb and throw your arms around his neck, your tongue sneaking out to lick just under his ear. You smile when you feel him shiver from the contact. You plant kisses on the side of his face and along his jaw before you blow softly into his ear, making him jump in his seat. You grab his earlobe with your teeth and pull softly as you drag your hand down his chest and over his soft stomach where you start to fumble with his belt.

The car speeds up suddenly as he jams his foot on the accelerator when your hand slithers into his pants. You laugh when expletives fall from his lips, the car swerving as he struggles to keep his eyes open and on the road in front of you. Pumping him slowly, you grab your bottom lip between your teeth again and rest your forehead against his temple. You breathe heavily into his ear, humming and moaning as you stroke him quickly, your thumb brushing over his sensitive tip.

Bucky weaves you through the empty town and finally pulls up behind the police station, blending in with the small fleet of exactly two other police cars. He loops his arm around your waist again, pulling you closer - sitting you down on the seat. He grabs your calves and throws them over his thighs and rucks your dress up around your waist. He slips his fingers underneath the band of your panties and pulls roughly, slipping them right down your legs and over your heels to throw them into the backseat.

You squeak when his thick digits push into you, his thumb flattening against your clit. He starts to pump, slow and deep, his blue eyes scanning your face as he drags in air through his open mouth. You roll your hips into his hand as he strokes your walls and teases your clit, you hooking your arm around his neck. You sit up straighter and push your chest into his side, keeping one leg thrown over his thigh, and placing the other on the floorboard - leaving you spread open.

He kisses you quickly, moaning and then hissing as your hand continues to push along his shaft. He brushes his nose against yours, his warm breath washing over your face as you nuzzle right back into him, your mouth falling open as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“God, sheriff,” You rasp, your hand halting as he strokes your insides.

“What was that, darlin’?” He whispers, his words full but languid, “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You tense, pushing your body up the back of the seat as you squeak again, his fingers pushing deeper and harder. You buck your hips into his hand, throwing your head back, your hair tickling the exposed skin of your back, “Oh, sheriff.” you pant.

“That’s right, you sweet little thing,” He coos, “You fuck my fingers, sweetheart.”

You hum before licking your lips slowly, “I want more than your fingers, sheriff,” you say, your words rushed and hot. You lean forward and kiss him hard, placing your hands on either side of his full face, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks.

You pull away after only a few seconds, dragging in ragged breaths, your chest heaving hard. Reaching behind your back, you pull on the zipper of your dress, the material falling away from your body - leaving you naked.

Bucky inhales sharply.

You lay back on the seat, wrapping your legs around his waist as he twists and leans over you. He reaches out and places his hand in the center of your chest, right between your breasts and just leaves it there for a second as he blinks. You arch your back, rolling your shoulders and head when he sweeps his fingers down your sternum, stopping at your belly button. You grab his hand and bring it to your right breast, cupping your supple flesh as you force your back away from the seat again and suck the tip of his index finger into your mouth.

He pulls his hand away reluctantly - but keeps his eyes on you as he shrugs out of his leather jacket. He blinks slowly, pulling his eyes down your smooth, brown skin as his fingers work out the knot of his tie. He loosens it quickly and pulls off the thin clip before he yanks the tie over his head and discards it to the floor. He flattens his palm on the inside of your thigh and pushes it down to your sex, massaging you again as his free hand pops the buttons of his shirt.

Your mouth drops open as you purr at the sensations rippling through you as he touches you, his fingers soft and slow, “Bucky,” you keen.

He hears the desperation - the ache - the trembling need in your voice. He wants to satisfy it. All of it. All of you. He pushes his pants low on his hips, down to his knees before he adjusts his position between your legs, leaning over you further. You grip his sides as his stomach rests against yours, his cock pushing at your entrance.

His eyes wander again, away from your face and down your virtuous body, knowing he and he alone has been the only man to boast its yield, “You’re beautiful.” The words slip off his tongue like silk. He means it.

“You’re beautiful.” You return quickly, running your hands down his soft, wide chest.

You know he doesn’t believe it when you say it. Out loud, in this vulnerable position. All of him on display. Every little roll and crevasse for you to see - he isn’t Tic. He isn’t six foot something, with cannons for arms and a washboard stomach. He’s just a man, a simple man, in love with a beautiful, bold, mischievous woman.

You dig your fingers into his flesh as he enters you, spreading you. You thrust your chest towards his as you slam your eyes closed, gasping at the fullness - the completeness - you feel. Your body starts to lunge upward, your breasts pushing with the movement. His weight leaves you as he sits back on his knees, his hips still prodding as he draws your leg up onto his chest and shoulder, dropping kisses on your ankle.

There’s fingers around your throat, squeezing gently before they venture up your chin and into your mouth. You accept them willingly as he flattens his free hand to your chest again. You stretch your arm forward, slinking your thin digits up his arm to his bicep as his hips push, push, push into yours. Soft. Deliberate. Slow. Ravishing you in the only way you know - the only way you want.

The pressure builds in your stomach, steady and purposed. He knows it - he knows you. So, he grabs your hips, pulls them closer, your legs falling over his thighs, your feet sliding along the old leather seat as he fucks you. He leans over you again, knowing you like his weight on you. He digs his hips into yours - his cock plunging into your soft, accepting cunt as he watches you. Mouth hanging. Lips red. Breath heavy.

It’s a rhythm. An intricate dance the two of you have perfected over time. Pushing and pulling. Giving and taking. The windows are foggy with the heat your bodies have created - your skin damp; balmy. Little droplets of sweat beading between your breasts. His tongue is quick to rid you of them, the droplets, pushing out from behind his lips to lap at your skin. He’d do anything to please you.

Fingers tweak your thick nipples. Rough palms grip your hips. Deep groans, low hisses fill your ears. Soft words, pretty designations falling from his lips. Affirmations of love.

“I love you,” you pant, your words shuddering with each breath, “Bucky, I-”

“I know it, doll. I know it.”

You choke suddenly as the fire spreads without warning. Your orgasm rushes through you, burning a familiar path through your wilderness. Bucky fucks harder as you come - the sound of his skin slapping against yours growing louder, his grip on your hips harder.

He loves to hear you. Crying, screeching, mewling, howling as his body peels you apart, layer by layer. He loves to watch you - shuddering and trembling, hips jerking, toes curling. It’s all he needs, all he wants. He wraps his fingers loosely around your throat again and lets himself go, strained grunts accompanying your ungodly sounds as he starts to spurt over and over.

You flatten your feet against the seat and push your hips upward - still gasping, still jerking uncontrolled as the synapses continue to fire. The additional warmth he provides as he spills into you electrifies you. No other man will know the depths of you, will fill you with his seed. You’re ruined - and you like it that way.

He collapses on top of you when he can’t hold himself up any longer. Soft skin against soft skin. You instantly corral him in your arms, pushing your dainty fingers into his soft, brown hair as he nuzzles into your neck. Breath still hard and hot. You're sticky and he’s sticky, a satisfied haze drifting into your eyes and brain, lulling you.

He pulls you up with him seconds later, his eyes darting around the empty, quiet parking lot, glancing out the back before he scans through the windshield. He pulls his pants back up over his hips and reaches into the backseat to grab the blanket he keeps stowed away, wrapping it around you. He pulls you close, slinking that long arm around your shoulder and pushing his nose against yours as a lazy smile covers his face.

You hum happily as you rest your hand on his stomach, rubbing his full tummy softly with your finger tips, “Tell me about that big ol’ bed again,” you whisper, nuzzling into his face and nose with yours.

“Mmm,” he hums, smiling softly, “It’s called a California King. They make ‘em for all those stars out there in Hollywood.” You giggle, and his smile broadens, “I’m gonna get you one of those beds, I promise you.”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I do. Although,”

“Although, what?”

“I don’t want you drivin’ Dottie anywhere anymore.”

He chuckles. The tips of his fingers brush over your naked shoulder and then dance down your arm, “She just wants what she can’t have. She’s jealous a’ you.”

“I know it.”

“Then don’t pay her no mind, girl. I mean it.” A silence drops over the two of you for a few minutes before he says, “I won’t drive her anywhere without tellin’ you. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I’m sorry.”

You smile as you rest your head against his, letting your eyes close as sleep starts to pull you in. You feel him grab your fingers, pulling them away from his body as he starts to fumble around, slipping his arms back into his uniform. Once he’s dressed, you fall back into him. He wraps his arm around your neck. You place your hand back on his soft, round stomach. He rolls down the window, allowing the warm breeze to caress your skin. Nights like this are the best. You don’t know how you could be so stupid. You know he loves you.

You’ve always known.

“I’ma get you that little house over there on Pleasant drive, you know it?” he asks, daydreaming again, “We’ll get married -” You scoff, “What?”

“Married?” You ask skeptically, rolling your head on his shoulder as you keep your eyes closed.

“Yes. Married.”

“How are you going to be the law in this town if you’re steady breaking it?”

He chuckles, “You don’t listen to the news?”

“No,” You say softly, squeezing him tighter as you let out a breath, “Too depressin’.”

“Well,” He starts, dropping kisses to the top of your head, “Richard and Mildred Loving are fighting hard for people like you and me.” You open your eyes and blink slowly, watching as the wind plays the branches of the trees across the street as he continues, “They’ll overturn those bullshit laws - just you watch. I’ll marry you the very next day, right here in the middle of town.”

“You think?”

“I think, what?”

“They’ll overturn ‘em?”

“They have to. The world’s too big for that small minded, backwoods bullshit now.”

“And then you’ll buy me that house over there on Pleasant Drive?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And then get me one of those big old beds, what you call it?”

“A California King.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Sure will.”

“And then?”

He takes a breath before he sweeps his nose along yours again, brushing the tips together, “And then we’ll be together until we grow old and grey. I’ll probably be four hundred pounds by then, but.”

He chuckles as you pinch him, making him squirm from the sharp pain, “Stop it.” You warn.

“Look at me now! I’m well on my way.”

“I like you just how you are.” You say simply.

“I suppose you do.”

“I do.”

You barely have to push in to grab his lips as the two of you are already so close. You moan softly when they meet. That arm around your neck tightens, keeping you close - oh so close. You don’t tell him right away, but you like those daydreams of his. The house on Pleasant Drive, the big old bed, the wedding in the middle of town. You dream about them every night and wake up with them every morning. You don’t ever tell him though, because you’re the practical one. He’s the dreamer - and you like it that way.

You still don’t even tell him on the day he makes them all come true. How much you like those dreams of his.

#chubby!bucky #bucky barnes #chubby!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #chubby!bucky x black!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom #chubby!bucky barnes #avintagekiss24

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whenitcounts33 · 3 years

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Twilight Reimaged pt. 1 (Edward x Beau)

- Beau knew for certain that he was gay when he was twelve years old and Adam Harrisburg transferred to his school and Beau got a big ol’ crush on him. It took him a few months before it finally clicked that he never felt that way about a girl before and another month before he realized he never would. It was a long discussion with Renee and an even longer (more nerve-wracking) discussion with Charlie. Beau cried when they both promised him they would always love him and support him and see him as my Beau no matter who he loved.

- Edward never acknowledged that he was gay, being born in a time when being gay wasn’t really a thing you were. It was something you hid and prayed no one found out about. He only started to slowly come to terms with the fact when he saw Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire (he soon ditched him for Paul Newman). Esme was happy that Edward was at least capable of having feelings for another being. Carlisle was more subdued about his acceptance of Edward, and they never really discussed it.

- When Beau came to Forks he knew the chances of him being the openly gay student were very high. He felt very uncomfortable when the female student body showed him more attention than they needed to and he subtly hinted at the fact that they weren’t even close to his type. Jessica had laughed and Beau watched in shock as Lauren moodily handed her $5.

- “It’s very obvious, Beau,” she informed him, “when you know what to look for.” Beau had scowled at that but let it go, more than glad that his new friends seemed so okay with him being gay. When Beau got to Biology and sat down next to Edward he knew for a fact he was screwed. The guy was too beautiful to actually be real and then Edward smiled at him (a small smile, but still a smile) and Beau was officially fucked. So very, very fucked.

- Edward can’t hear Beau’s thoughts and that’s the first thing that draws Edward in. The second thing is that Beau is very handsome, with fair skin and rosy cheeks and a full pink mouth that looks very soft. He was also tall, nearly as tall as Edward, with a thick mess of dark hair and the prettiest brown eyes Edward has ever seen. He can hear Beau’s pulse go crazy and a rush of satisfaction runs through Edward at the thought of Beau finding him attractive. Edward very badly wants to know this boy.

- “You must be Beau Swan,” he says, making his voice soft as to not scare him. Beau nods, swallowing hard and flushing. “I’m Edward Cullen, it’s very nice to meet you.” Beau grins, and Edward can’t help but smile back because God, Beau has a very smile and Edward might very well be in love already. “It’s very nice to meet you, Edward Cullen.”

#edward cullen #beau swan #gay twilight #twilight reimagined #i just really liked this idea #there will be multiple parts to this #NO BLOOD SINGERS OR JAMES IN THIS #they will have a healthy relationship

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littlesugarwords · 3 years

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May I request how the Ericson kids would comfort their s/o after they find out a walker they had encountered not too long ago was an old friend of theirs? I love your work btw! It's helped me get through a lot (especially with how the world is rn <3)

Oh my gosh I’m so glad that my writing has been able to help you ;-; i love you buddy thank you so so much for taking the time to read my work. I’m so glad it’s been able to help ❤️ i’m always a dm away if you ever need a friend :)

also this is a long one oops

Clementine: Clementine had seen that look before: the wide eyes someone shoots when they see something they wish they hadn’t. She remembered what it felt like to experience that moment and that expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked, approaching them immediately. All Y/N could do was point. In the distance was their old best friend hobbling amongst the crowd of walkers. Clem recognized them from pictures, and from the extent of the horror on her partner’s face. “Oh my God,” she hushed, a pit swelling in her stomach. Clem pulled her partner close and pulled them away, away from the scene and back somewhere to sit down. If they needed to say goodbye, she would respect that, but she wouldn’t let them do it alone. “What do you need?” She said softly, a hand settling on their shoulder. Her frown said everything she couldn’t. “I’m here to help with whatever I can.”

Marlon: Marlon had raised a brow at their silence, finding it suspicious at how quickly their friendly demeanour had dropped. Once they arrived back at Ericson, Marlon stopped them. “Hey, are you okay?” He paused, a hand brushing at their cheek, trying to understand. Spotting tears starting to well up, Marlon whisked them inside. “Hey hey, you’re okay.” He said softly. He said nothing to anyone - he didn’t even look anyone’s way - just pulled his partner close and brought them inside. Once in their room, Marlon would hold them close, sitting on their bed, listening to them talk. He’d brush their hair with his fingers as they cried, listening, just trying to understand.

Louis: Louis noticed Y/N was falling behind when returning from fishing. Curious, Louis lingered behind the group to figure out what was going on. As he fell back, he spotted the tears glistened against Y/N’s cheeks. Immediately, he took their hands in his and stopped them. “Hey, wait,” he reached out and brushed their tears away with one of his hands, the other firmly squeezing their palm. “What happened? Did someone say something?” Spotting the irritation in his jaw, Y/N shook their head. They always knew Louis would defend them until the end. In the midst of explaining, Y/N choked up and turned away. Quickly Louis pulled them into his arms. “Shh, hey hey,” he rested his chin on the top of their head, eyes closed, rubbing their back soothingly. “You’re okay. I’m so, so sorry, hun. I really am.”

Violet: Y/N almost always laughed at Louis’ corny jokes when they were returning from hunting. Hearing their silence, Violet turned away, spotting them hesitant and resigned. Undoubtedly, she also spotted glistening against the cheeks. She waved for Louis to go ahead and she fell behind, holding her partner’s arms sweetly. “Hey,” she whispered, brushing their hair out of their face, “talk to me.” As they told their story, they began to break down in tears, fumbling over their words and slurring their speech. Hushing them, Violet pulled them into her arms and guided them slowly back to Ericson. “I got you. It’s okay. We’ll go and stay inside for the night, okay?” It was the only thing she could think of that might be able to bring her partner some slight comfort.

Mitch: Something had happened during the raid that made Y/N seem different. They grew quiet, gaze downcast, demeanour hesitant and unnerved. He lingered behind the group, tugging them back with him. “Are you okay?” The whispered question caused tears to jump to their eyes. They shook their head. Immediately, Mitch swept his arms around them and tugged them away from the group. “Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he hushed the moment they entered the gates. He swept them to a nearby bench, crouching in front of them, fingers brushing against their teary cheeks to see them better. “You’re okay, you’re safe. Did something get you?” Hearing their story through their wobbly, teary voice, he slipped up beside them and pulled them into his arms. He pressed his cheeks against the top of their head, eyes closed, just keeping them close. “I am so so sorry.” He hushed. It was all he could think to say. His heart ached for them.

Aasim: Aasim frowned as he spotted his partner returning from the group’s fishing trip, silently passing their catches to Violet and scurrying away on their own. Spotting this, Aasim frowned and scurried after them. By the time he reached them, they were cowering behind the school, head buried in their legs, sobbing. “Hey hey hey,” Aasim said, scurrying to their side. “I’m here, it’s okay.” He pulled them into his arms. He held them silently, not asking for an answer, just being present. Finally, stating that their best friend was spotted as a walker, Aasim closed his eyes and held them tighter. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly, eyes closed, keeping them close to his chest. “I am so, so sorry.”

Ruby: Ruby immediately could sense something was off. The moment Y/N walked through the front gates, she was on it. “What’s wrong?” She hushed, not wanting to draw attention. Watching their emotions falter and fumble, Ruby took their hand and pulled them away, appearing as though they were going on a walk. She held one of their hands with both of hers, her attention dedicated solely to them. “Talk me through it,” she hushed, “what happened?” Hearing everything that had occurred - hearing the story about finding their friend - Ruby paused their walking and wrapped them in a hug. “I am so, so sorry, sweetie.” She said. Immediately, they broke down into sobs and tears, holding her nice and close. Ruby didn't budge, holding them for as long as they needed, tearing up herself, feeling their heartache physically.

Omar: Omar could tell something was eating at them, but didn’t know what. It wasn’t until they’d returned to Ericson from their hunting trip and insisted on chopping wood alone did Omar know something was wrong. They would never do that chore solo. By the time he managed to slip away from their chores, he spotted them going hard chopping wood. They grunted with each swing, kicking the wood to the side once they were done. Omar could hear sniffles and faint whimpers: telltale signs of their pain. “Hey hey hey,” Omar said, trotting up to their side. They dropped their axe, exposing their teary face to their partner. “One of those walkers was my best friend.” They said softly. In so much pain, they closed their eyes and turned away. Before they fell into sobs, Omar swept in and brought them to a seat. “I’m so so sorry,” he hushed, sitting them down. “You’re okay, just rest. I’m sorry, hun. Really.”

Brody: When Y/N returned to Ericson, they were shaken. Pale, quivering, and silent. “Y/N?” Brody asked. Noting their silence, she trotted after them into the school. They didn't say a thing until they were in their room, Brody nervously closing and locking the door behind them. “Hun, what’s going on?” Then, they broke into tears, sitting on their edge of their bed, their head collapsing into their palms. Brody scurried beside them, her own yes welling up, setting her hands on their back. “What happened? What’s wrong?” She sat silently with them, wrapped up in her arms, growing teary eyed at their story as well. She just wanted to take their pain away. She was so sorry she couldn’t.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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babyspiderling · 3 years

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Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader

(Victory Tour)

I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."

A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.

His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.

Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.

Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.

I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.

By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.

I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.

"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.

"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.

The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.

I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.

I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.

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#michael jackson #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #80s imagines #80's imagine #80's fanfiction #80's x reader

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istoletheluckyshorts · 3 years

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So a while back the first family I introduced was Abigail's, so now that I'm remaking the drawings, I decided to post the sketch of Abigail I made, don't worry, it'll be digitalized a get some colors in the future, but the way I was doing it before in the place I am now was hurting my wrist and back, so I'll wait until I'm back home to put it through paint tool sai.

The story will be put under "read more", hope those that read it enjoy it!

So after Sebastian married Gabi, Abigail was put under the impression that things would stay the same, Seb would still visit them and he would still be the good old cranky boy. But the thing is that after just 2 years, Seb had changed a lot, he was now a father of 2, was helping his wife in the farm, was getting more responsible than before and had got into therapy to stop smoking, they were happy for him of course, but it left them with the feeling that maybe they could change as well, one night, As Abby was taking care of her guinea pig, she heard her parents talking I'm their room, mostly about how Abby seemed to not been taking her studies seriously even with all special precautions they made to make her more comfortable, this made Abigail realized that she not only was going to change for her own sake, but to prove a point to her parents, and so, she studied hard and finished college with a goldenseal.

Afterwards she went looking for a job, she tried working with Marnie at the ranch but couldn't find a position that was already filled by Shane, she tried at her dad's store but something made her feel like she wouldn't like the atmosphere there, she even tried at Gus' Salon, but had no luck. It all seemed to be going downhill, until she went to the mountains to talk to Robin for a possible apprenticeship, when she saw Marlon walking back to his cabin, awakening her love for swords, fantasy and combat.

She begs for him to train her, and at first he's hesitant, but given that the years were getting to him and not many people could keep the art of sword fighting alive in the town, he accepts her as his pupil and trains her through out the year, learning quickly that Abby learns fast, likes to dive head first into combat, but has a code to only do it in self defense, very noble of her in his opinion.

After getting enough money, she moves out of her house to live with Marlon and Gil, being the new swordsman in the town that takes care of the lost and found services and getting a sweet spot in the library to talk about her encounters in the mines to the children in the Valley

As for her parents, both were glad she found a job but were sometimes too vocal on how "not lady like" her position was, and so, in front of her mother and father, she draws her sword and cuts off her hair, the hair that was cut landed on the floor and turned brown like Pierre's but the one still attached to Abby stayed purple, as if there was magic behind it, Caroline and Pierre didn't react that well to what their child just did but to Abigail, that didn't matter, all that mattered was that she found her calling.

#sdv #stardew valley #my art #sdv abigail #sdv older au

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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Top 10 favorite things about TFS?

Bold of you to assume I can narrow it down to just 10 things, but I’ll try my best.

Here’s a list of things I LOVE about The Final Season of TWDG, starting from #10 and working my way down to #1.

10. Rosie is best girl and doesn’t die

Listen, okay? If you give me a game with a doggo companion that I bond with only to have said doggo die for dramatic effect... you automatically lose 2 outta 5 stars on your rating. Case in point: Season 2.

However, tfs knew not to kill Rosie off for dramatic effect, knew it’d be cheap. Plus, Rosie is a sweetheart and I love that she helps Clementine come to terms with her past trauma with dogs and genuinely bonds with her. Rosie is best girl.

9. Over the shoulder camera/controls

They’re the best of the series, having come a LONG way since S1. Like, look... Don’t get me wrong. S1 isn’t unplayable or anything, far from it, but they’re not the greatest either. They’re pretty wonky at times, the fixed camera can get annoying when you’re moving around, and sometimes button presses don’t register. It’s definitely something I have to get used to whenever I go back and replay the entire series, and like I said, it’s not the worst controls in the world... but oh man, compared to TFS?

Have you ever played S1 and then jumped straight into TFS just to get a direct comparison of the two? Because I have and it’s jarring how much smoother, accurate, and overall better everything is in TFS.

Just... props, guys. Thank you for the over-the-shoulder, movable camera, thank you for the polished button prompts, and thank you for a run button that has Clementine go into a nice jog rather than a comical run or, eh... does nothing [lookin’ at you ANF... Javi slow].

It’s just so effortless to play. The most trouble I ever have is with doors but that’s a given- Doors make no goddamn sense in this series and I’ve given up trying to learn their secrets. Oh, and speaking of more improvements!

The shooting mechanic in this game is leaps better than in S1. Y’all remember the Motor-Inn shootout? The one that was such a frustrating pain in the ass?? So much death and anger...

I still die sometimes when shooting the walkers with the bow, especially the ones that are on fire, but it’s nothing compared to the shooting mechanic in S1, so the biggest THANK YOU for that one. It’s actually enjoyable to shoot stuff this time around.

8. Collectibles

You as Clementine get to pick up various collectibles to decorate her and AJ’s dorm with and it’s great. One of my favorite bits about this game is seeing Clementine wake up in this empty, lifeless room, and see it get brighter and brighter with every collectible you place throughout the game until you reach the final scene with AJ where the room is just FULL of life and personality. Like... it’s officially theirs. It’s such a good feeling!

And the devs totally didn’t have to add the collectible system in, but I’m so thankful they did. I’m one of those people who gets every single collectible every single time I play.

7. Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth

Y’know, I honestly can’t think of a better place for Clementine and AJ to end up than Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth. It’s awesome, I love it, what a great idea. I also love the sense of wonder when we step outside for the first time and see the inside of Ericson, as well as the others, walking around. Like even Clementine is taken back by it.

Because of course it makes sense for Clementine to end up in a school surrounded by people closer to her age rather than with a group of dumbass adults like in the past three games.

Here it feels like they’re all about on the same level. There’s no older person here belittling Clementine because “she’s just a child and doesn’t get it,” they’re just people, y’know? Hell, if anything, Clementine’s now the most experienced one!

The school’s great! I wouldn’t change a thing about TFS taking place here. The environments are beautiful and I love exploring the world.

6. Marlon as an antagonistic character/final confrontation

I have an entire Marlon character discussion/study so I won’t put too much time into this one, but I will say that I love Marlon’s part in tfs. I love him as a surprise antagonistic character, I love how chill he is in the beginning, I love the final confrontation at the end of ep1... I just really like Marlon, y’know?

Ray Chase gives a damn near perfect performance as Marlon, so much so that I wish he survived past ep1 just so that I could hear more of his acting. Marlon himself in an interesting look at a leader character hiding his shame and guilt while trying to maintain control over everyone [including himself] around him, only to be broken down when he’s found out.

5. James

I know people tend to be pretty split on James, but I personally really like his role in tfs. I love that they included a character who was apart of the Whisperers, and hell, if anything I’d like to know MORE about James’ past with them.

I just find him and his whole “walkers are sort of people? kinda?” beliefs. Again, I know some people get annoyed with him because of his beliefs but I think he adds an interesting spin on the whole thing, y’know? Though I do love what a bitch he is if you don’t agree with him hahaha

James is a bitch and I love him, okay? I love his dumb walker mask, I love his dumb boyband hair, I love his whispery voice, and I love his backstory with the Whisperers and Charlie. I love this he’s trying so hard to be this pacifist that he ends up doing the literal thing he said he doesn’t want to do-- hurt people. Y’know... like attempting to kidnap AJ and threatening to break Clementine’s leg in the caves if he’s alive.

Which, by the way, that whole cave scene is a thing. It’s wild and I love it but not for the reasons the devs probably wanted. Like... it’s a little hilarious? I know it’s not supposed to be! But I can’t take James seriously when he’s walkin’ around his hands on his hips all huffy and puffy, okay? It’s just wild.

Anyway, I love James and wouldn’t get rid of him. Hell, I’m still waiting for my James with the Whisperers mini-series, Skybound.

4. Ericson Crew

There isn’t a single character from Ericson that I don’t like, or that I’d get rid of, which is rare with these games. Thinking back to the previous games, there’s always at least one person I could do without or that I didn’t like. I adore all of them!

The Ericson crew just feels closer than previous groups. For starters, they’re way more likable than most in our previous groups. Even when there’s tension [and boy is there tension at points] you still get the sense that they don’t hate each other, unlike in our previous groups. They do in fact love each other as a family and will do what they can to protect one another.

Plus, they’re all interesting. They’re troubled youth and I love all of them!

Aasim keeps a daily journal where he chronicles everything in hopes of learning from past mistakes to prevent future ones, he’s damn good with a bow, and he’s got a neat little soul patch on his chin.

Ruby is the tiny yet fiery medic of the group who adamantly believes in manners yet used to chase teachers around with pitchforks.

Brody is caught up in the twin mess with Marlon but she’s also shown to want an escape, a road trip where she and her friends can go see the beach, but she also suffers with anxiety and panic attacks and isn’t afraid to knock Marlon on his ass or swear at Clementine.

Mitch is a grumpy, tall boy who looks after Willy like a brother, knows how to make bombs out of manure and propane, and used to fight his neighbors because they didn’t like his face.

Omar is a sassy chef who has to have every ingredient just right otherwise he’s salty for a week and he can take a bullet to the leg like a champ.

Willy’s a goober who can climb trees like you wouldn’t believe and he made a bomb of his own in Mitch’s honor that completely wrecked the delta’s ship.

Tenn is a soft, naïve boy who draws and reads but isn’t afraid to stab a walker bitch if he has to.

Violet was sent to the school after witnessing her grandmother’s dead, she used to date Minerva who is now “dead,” has abandonment issues, tries to give off the appearance of a grumpy grump but like once she’s comfortable with you she’ll tell you her life story and do romantic shit like dancing and painting you a pin.

Louis was sent to Ericson because he was a rich brat who broke up his parents marriage because they wouldn’t let him take singing lessons and has felt like garbage ever since, using humor to cope and push people away, and keeps the façade on until someone’s willing to see past it in which he’ll finally bare his soul to you, name a song he wrote after you, and do everything in his power to keep you and everyone else safe over himself.

I just... Love ‘em all.

3. Clementine and AJ’s dynamic

To think that they almost killed AJ off, or kept him a minor character. That would’ve been a shame and an absolute waste because Clementine and AJ’s dynamic is super fucking good in tfs.

It’s actually a little baffling that AJ’s as good as he is, from his writing to his voice acting, he’s just great. And his relationship with Clementine is definitely one of my favorites to come from this game. It’s not perfect, but I don’t want perfect.

I love that AJ looks to Clem for guidance and I love the way our choices affect him, even when it’s a case of the bridge scene. Hate the bridge scene knowing that I gotta sacrifice a character I care about for another I love, but I can’t deny that I love how that choice is made. After everything, do you trust AJ or not?

Plus, their conversations are so well done, their chemistry is through the roof, and I wouldn’t change it.

Oh, and the barn scene? Gets me every time, even though I already know everything’s fine and gonna work out. Still gets me.

2. Clementine is Bisexual

I’ve talked about this in the past, but lemme just say that I love the fact that Clementine is canonically bisexual.

Doesn’t matter if you’re dating Louis, Violet, or no one, Clementine is still bisexual. The game confirms it through it’s text/subtext and Clementine’s actions that we don’t have control over, and the devs confirmed it. She ain’t straight, she ain’t a lesbian, she is bisexual.

I can’t express how happy that makes me. Just... 💗💜💙

And with her being bisexual comes her two great love interests: Louis and Violet. They’re amazing, and such an improvement over the previous game’s attempt at love interests... ahem, y’know... Kate.

1. Louis as a character/his relationship with Clementine

I mean... c’mon. Y’all knew what #1 was gonna be. Do I even need to explain? This entire blog is just me gushing about Louis/clouis.

Look, Louis is my favorite non-playable character across the entire series. Hell, even when you factor in playable characters, he’s STILL my absolute favorite. Like, even outside of his relationship with Clementine, I find him to be such a compelling character by himself.

Like I mentioned above, he came from a stupid rich family who gave him everything he ever wanted, but when his father wouldn’t let him take singing lessons, he literally worked for over a year to break up his parents marriage because “you get to be happy or you get to be rich, can’t be both.”

He gets sent to Ericson where the apocalypse happens, he never gets to make up with his parents, and he ends up using jokes and piano as a coping mechanism to deal with everything, falls into a cycle of being unreliable and the butt of the joke, and lives one day at a time without much thought for the future.

He puts on the happy jokester persona to push people away from knowing the real him and rarely shares much about himself. Hell, when Clementine does hunting and decides to take care of the walker with him, he actually does let down the wall for a minute to share his view on “this moment” before looking away like “Oof, shared too much-- HEY, GO CHECK ON AASIM :D I’LL BE OVER HERE :D FIXING THE TRAP :D and adjusting the wall ahem--”

It’s so interesting because you’d think that he’d be more open about his past with Marlon or the twins or whatever [like Violet is] but no, he doesn’t tell you shit about his past until EPISODE 3 and you have to work to get that story.

I just... I just love him. Could talk about and analyze his character for hours. And I love his relationship with Clementine. It’s just so good. The piano scene where they finally admit their feelings for one another?? That shit has my entire heart. Their entire relationship is my favorite. What else is there to say?

#asks #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg brody #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg james #twdg tenn #twdg omar #twdg minerva

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