#trepidatious-ly

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Hey! Could i request Hobie Brown that's trying to get with fem!reader, but she's nervous because she's never been in a relationship before?

Trepidatious.

summary: Hobart is one of your best friends, he suggests and asks for you to go on little dates and go out with him sometimes (all the time). when the two of you are sitting on the Brooklyn bridge he suddenly asks why you won’t in it’s on going out with him.

characters: Hobart Brown. Jessica Drew.

warnings: cussing. intimate touching. hobie being whipped for you. a little angst.

genre: fluff. romance. angst.

reader: fem! spider! reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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Hobart Brown. You’d met him about a year or two ago.. he was one of your close friends. He was always near you, never wanted to leave you alone. He had this thing for you, a romantic type thing.

The first month of knowing him he’d ask you out to go get some treats from a bakery, but you politely declined and went on your way. He looked dumbfounded you remembered. From then on, he’d get flowers for you, treats and trinkets, he’s given you many of his guitar picks. All of them are placed in a trinket holder he’d also gotten for you.

Hobie always got you stuff, he was just sweet like that.

You sat at the cafeteria, some other spiders sitting around eating there lunch, while you were playing with your salad thinking about Brown. “So when are you going to finally get with him?” Jessica asks as she pulls a chair up, and lays her hands on her belly.

You look up, a little shocked from what she’d just asked. “I’m sorry what?” Blush spread across you face as you bit down on your lip, trying not to smile from the mention of his name.

She looks up, places her hands on the table, and leans forward to continue speaking. “I said, when are you finally going to get with him? I’m tired of hearing you’re name from his mouth constantly..” You blush slightly when you hear that he mentions you to her.

You get up and throw your salad away, and walk back to her, you’re thick heels click-n-clacking onto the ground and stop once you sit back down. “How fatuous of you to ask Drew, uhh, what made you think I was going to get with him.” You giggle out and bite your lip as you realize you kind of sounded like an asshole in that moment of time. “Uh anyways, not I’m not so comfortable with getting in a relationship right now..”

She raises an eyebrow. “And why is that now? Not your type, too clingy, annoying?” She asks picking off his flaws that seem to only specify to things he shows and does to you.

You wave your hands as she continued picking at him. “Wow wow, that’s not the case at all.. Hobie is my type it’s just, I’m nervous to get into a relationship.” Opening your water bottle, you chug it down, you’re throat had gotten dry from the topic. It felt much better to feel as sense of relief and the cold liquid made its way down your throat. You wipe your chin and look back at her, hoping she knew what you meant.

Eyebrows furrowed and raised slightly, she asked what you meant. “Wait I’m sorry, what do you mean?”

You sigh and tap your nails on the polished wood surface, “Okay to get to the point, I’ve never been in a relationship. That’s all, and I’m nervous to get into one with him because I do t know how it’s supposed to play out y’know?” You say searching understanding in her dark brown eyes.

Instead your greeted with her laughing hysterically and laying her head on the table as she continues her fit. Staring at her like she looks like she nuts, she laughs her words out. “So your saying you’ve never had a relationship?! That’s impossible, your attractive like out of this world attractive?! Do you see how many spider’s follow your body until you turn and corner and head to your destination.” She says as she stops laughing, realizing you were actually telling the truth. “Oh my god, you’re not lying are you…” She says looking equally shocked as you did second before.

You blink awkwardly, silence between the both of you. “So yeah psssh, anyways I gotta go now.” You say pushing you’re chair in and running down the lobby, “See you laterrrrr~” you drag out as you turn a corner and disappear.

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After you were finally done patrolling the city with Hob you both sat atop the Brooklyn Bridge, looking at the colors that were mixed in the sunset in front of you both. You’d place your hand on the structure as you both sat on the edge. It was comfortable silence, sometimes it was just like that between the two of you. Moment later he placed his hand on yours and finally asked you the question he’s been wanting to ask you.

He looks at you, the soft wind blowing as your hair sways back and forth in the air. “Y/N, why haven’t you gone out with me..?” He said staring at your hand that was placed under his.

Taken aback you looked at him, face a little flushed from the question. “Why I haven’t gone out with you..?” You say looking at him deep into the eyes, you saw that there was something hiding in there, his emotions. He nodded.

You took a deep breath and looked down at both of you’re feet dangling off of the tall bridge. “Well… look it’s not that I don’t like you back, I do Hobie, it’s just I’ve never been in a relationship.. and I’m nervous because I don’t know how they work and look I’m sorry.” You said, a wave of guilt flew past you as you finished.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Love, why ya’ apologizing..? It’s fine Dear…” He said looking at you, he rubbed your knuckles and squeezed your palm in the process.

You looked up, he really was the one for you wasn’t he. You liked the way he understood and layed low on the subject. You kissed his cheek, and layed your head on his shoulder, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulling you closer, and you nuzzled more into his side.

You closed your eyes and looked at the sunset, hues of of purple and pink mixing together, dancing in the sky. “Thank you, Hobart.” You whispered, the both of you spent the rest of the night there until it was time for you both to go home.

It ended with him walking you to your apartment steps, you gently kissing him on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on him, and waving goodbye before saying your last piece to him, “Thank you for understanding Hobart, I’ll talk to you in the morning..” Closing the door, you had a sweet smile on your face, you were happy to have him to say the least..

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notes: Thank you for requesting, I actually enjoyed making this, have a great morning/afternoon/night!

June 7, 2023

10:30am

#fluffy #x reader #m x f #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man: across the spiderverse x reader #angst #Hobart brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobart brown x reader #Hobart brown x fem reader #hobie brown x fem reader #hobie brown x you #Hobart brown x you

[buckets-and-trees]

Perfectionists

Title: Perfectionists Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: SHIELD Games is behind one of the best MMORPGs on the market. SHIELD stays on top because of the super employees they have across the board from the tech innovation department, to the story writers, to their game engineers - including one Bucky Barnes. It's his perfection that has pushed him into this position at an elite place in the industry, period. But one game tester always seems to find the most frustrating things to send back to him.

Content/Concept Warnings: Gamer AU; strong language; explicit smut: oral - male receiving, mild dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, genital sex, voyerism, masturbation

Notes: TRIPLE THREAT SUBMISSION for @buckybarnesevents WEEK THREE of Hot Bucky Summer: "Where do you want me?", my fifth square of @buckybarnesbingo B5: "Playing Games," and my third square for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C1 "Gamer."

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Bucky looked up as he heard Steve’s telltale footsteps – not the normal ones – the trepidatious ones.

“No,” he said, tone stone cold.

Steve stopped a few steps away and sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

“How long is the list?”

“Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and pushed away from his desk. “You know what? No. I don’t even want to see it.”

He stormed out of the engineering and design lab, and Steve dropped his head back to look at the ceiling.

Sam chuckled. “I told you, man, you should wait until he’s out of the room to bring in new lists of purgatory for perfection.”

“He never takes a break. None of you take breaks,” Steve said.

“'Attitude reflects leadership, Captain.'"

"Don't quote Remember the Titans at me."

“Barnes just needs to fuck her.”

Steve’s head snapped over to Nat. “You know what, Romanoff?”

“She’s right,” Joaquin added without looking up from his screen, but a smirk on his face none the less. “His blood has been boiling for her for months, it’s about time he stops ignoring that.”

“Shit, Barnes!” you yelped, clutching your heart with one hand and an energy drink in the other. “Anyone ever tell you not to lurk in the dark?”

“I’m not lurking,” he groused.

“What else do you call lying in wait to confront someone? Especially in the dark? Alone? Leaning up against the wall, no less.”

You knew you were far from the only person in the building, but this late at night, you were the only tester still around and usually had this wing of the offices to yourself. This was a side gig for you, you only did it because you loved the game and loved getting to preview things before it was even sent to the beta test group of users, but that meant you usually only crossed paths with the handful of other official tester employees for SHIELD Games like ships passing in the night who basically clocked normal business hours.

“I don’t see you turning on any lights,” he said as you returned to your preferred spot on the couch.

“I prefer to play by glow of television,” you responded with a dramatic tone.

If Bucky rolled his eyes, you didn’t see it. “It’s how I’d be playing at home, keeps me focused so I can help you do your job.”

Which is why he was here confronting you, as you had so aptly noted. “I’m damn good at what I do.”

“And the only reason you hate my lists is because you’re already a god damn perfectionist so you can’t stand when I point out the flaws you missed or suggestions to make your work even better. But that’s why Maria hired me. Your community manager knew the user feedback I was giving when you launched the game was excellent.”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Your game is only perfect after they put it in front of my face, Barnes.”

“Shut up.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Make me,” you said and took a swig of your energy drink.

Bucky pushed off the wall and in three swift, silent steps was in front of you. With your head tilted back as you drank, you only saw him when he leaned forward, looming over you. You spluttered a little, and he smirked.

“You won’t be able to talk with this in front of your face,” he said, opened the front of his jeans, and pushed the denim and his boxers down his thighs in one go.

You would have roasted him for saying something so cliché in any other circumstance. But your brain was short-circuiting, and you were trying to rapidly re-establish the connections.

His right hand took the can out of your grasp and set it on the side table next to the couch, and his left hand cradled your chin, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You looked up at him. Your heart was racing, and your pussy was thrumming. You were not certain this was real. He’d been the quiet one, a bit surly, but you had been surprised enough he’d come to confront you about the feedback in the first place and never would have put a penny on the odds of something like this happening with the gorgeous game designer you’d harbored a bit of a crush on but decided after the first week wouldn’t come to anything.

This was an unexpected side quest.

You nodded.

He pushed the tip to the edge of your lips, your tongue slipped out to circle the head. In one swift motion he gripped the back of your head and thrust his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and your hands flew up to hold onto his hips.

He used your mouth with abandon, and the hold of your hands on his hips was firm, encouraging. When you choked on his thick member, he slowed for a moment, then you squeezed his hip, and he speed up to his brutal pace again. This happened twice more, you having taken him deeper in your throat each time. Tears streamed down your face now, and he groaned when he looked down at you.

“You look so god damn beautiful,” he couldn’t help saying.

You whimpered, and he swept a thumb over your cheek, wiping away the tears, then brought them to his mouth.

He could feel the build of his climax at the root of him, and pulled out of your mouth abruptly, knowing he was too close to finishing and not ready for this to come to an end yet.

You fell forward, but he was instantly kneeling in front of you, ready to catch your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, and your mouth full of the taste of him made him groan again. Your hands tangled in his hair, slotting in despite being pulled back in a low bun. His hands had returned to hold your head as commandingly as they had when he was fucking your throat – one in your hair, one along your jaw.

When you were absolutely breathless, you finally pulled away.

Foreheads planted against each other, breaths still mingling, you licked your lips.

“Why don’t I show you what these hands can do?” he asked, one hand falling to your hip, rubbing his thumb down the crease of your thigh toward your core.

“Don’t tease.”

“Oh, no,” he agreed. Then with both hands, he pulled your hips to the edge of the cushion, hooked his fingers into the top of your pants, and peeled them down along with your panties. You pushed up to raise your hips so he could remove them completely, but your efforts were hardly needed as he used one hand to push you up, and the small show of unexpected strength made your insides squirm. He was built – you had seen it – but you hadn’t experienced the reality of it.

Bucky didn’t leave you a second to think about it any further as his fingers slid up and down your wet slit, he spread your outer folds and stroked your soft inner folds, and you moaned. Your eyes slipped shut, but you felt him watching your face. He was watching for how you reacted to each of his ministrations. He pinched your clit, and you yelped.

Your eyes flew open, and you saw his were filled with a mischievous glint. “Just testing all the possibilities,” he said.

You hit his shoulder. “I said no teasing!”

“You always want the experience to have more unexpected elements for the user to play with.”

“Bucky!” You did not want to hear one of your recent lines of feedback recited back to taunt you.

Except you did.

He was playing this game so well.

He slipped two fingers from that large, warm hand of his inside your cunt and began to pump. Your eyes melted closed again, and seemingly satisfied with his study, you felt Bucky claim your lips for more kisses while he pulled you closer and closer to an orgasm. It built steadily, his thumb at your clit, fingers in your channel, but when he curled those fingers and found the spongy spot against your pubic bone, it hit you instantly, and you cried out his name. He pulled your head into the crook of his neck while his other hand slowed in your cunt but helped prolong riding out the waves of your pleasure.

“Satisfactory experience?” he asked once your breathing started to return to normal.

You laughed against his shoulder, then pulled back to look at him. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and he smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t afraid to poke the bear because you’re brilliant, I knew you could take it. You want to be the best, and I help give you that.” You reached down and took his still hard, leaking cock in your soft hands, and Bucky’s breath hitched. “Now, do you want to let me take you? I’m aching for you to fill me up.”

He groaned. “You can’t say shit like that.”

You nipped at his bottom lip and smirked. “Yes, I can. This company values my direct and honest feedback.”

He huffed a laugh.

“Where do you want me?”

Bucky quickly shoved his jeans all the way down his legs and settled down next to you on the couch, legs spreading wide. “In my lap.”

“Sounds just about right,” you said, straddling him.

His eager hands pulled your slick cunt flush against his groin, and you both moaned. You planted your hands on his broad shoulders, and rocked your hips just a little bit. Even that short back and forth of friction, his cock stroking your engorged clit, had your head falling back. Bucky pressed his lips to the column of your throat, not wasting an opportunity so inviting in the moment. You sighed and held his head to your neck where he continued to explore and mark you with slow, hot kisses, finding the places that made you shiver.

While you were lost in those sensations, Bucky reached down and lined his cock up with your slit, but that brought you back to the thrumming need to be filled by him, and you sunk down while he thrust up into you. He was thick, and he filled you more than you were used to, but not to a point of pain -far, far from it.

“Feel so good inside me,” you keened.

“No feedback?”

“Just fuck me until I can’t breathe, Buck.”

“With pleasure,” he growled.

After passing through two intense first levels of play, climbing to the final peak did not take long. One of his hands remained anchored at your hip to control the punishing but desired pace of thrusts, but his other steadily slid underneath your shirt and up your spine in a delicate way in contrast to everything else happening in the moment, including your lips returning to his in another kiss designed to devour.

Bucky felt you hit that crest of the climax, your muscles seizing in a moment of bliss, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. As you came down, he maneuvered you both to lay your back on the couch while he did just as you asked and continued to thrust into you hard, you boneless but in a blissful haze, unconcerned with trivial things like breathing, while he pursued his own pleasure. Then all at once he groaned and began to spill his hot seed inside of you, pausing for a second with the first ropes of cum, but then continued with deep, slow thrusts until he was completely spent.

It was a snug shuffling, but the two of you managed to get so you were both laying on your sides on the couch, your back up against the cushioned backboard, Bucky’s back to the glow of the giant television screen so all his muscled angles were sillhouted for you to admire in the afterglow. His legs were bunched up – possibly uncomfortably – and you tangled yours with his. You pushed some hair that had escaped from its knot at the back of his head off of his face, and he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.

“I think we’ll need to continue testing this,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt them curve into a smile before he said, “Thorough testing, absolutely. Need to explore all potential scenarios.”

“I’m glad you’ll be more amenable now to my feedback.”

“Oh, I never said that.”

You poked him in the ribs.

“Come on, you love the complex storylines. You don’t want me easily conquered.” And before you could protest, and claimed your lips again, this time in a long, slow kiss, no intention of leaving any time soon.

Too caught up with each other, neither of you heard the approaching footsteps, the gasp on discovering you, the moans they bit back when they gave over to touching themselves there in the dark, watching you, or their nearly silent retreat.

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part two • part three • part four • part five

happy golden days of yore • 1

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. future parts will contain noncon smut. 40s misogyny? pet names. masturbation. i’m just gonna say, reader is detrimentally non confrontational 🫣.

words: 2.8k

notes: this is completely self indulgent lol. i couldn’t focus on any of my three ongoing series so here’s a new one 🙃. good news is, you won’t have to wait for updates on this because it’s all written (sans the last scene i’m wrapping up as i type this). i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise i’ll get back to my wips in another week or so. 🖤

The jazz of Duke Pearson’s, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, was floating through the chill air all around you as you finished folding your laundry in the living room of your late grandfather’s cabin. You let out an unbidden shiver despite the efforts of the fire glowing just across the room to warm you. It was still too cold. Out here it was always too cold.

You grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around yourself, reveling in the feel of the soft, comforting material along your skin. The smell of cookies baking wafted through the air, the scent of the small pine tree you’d picked out and set up accompanying it. You admired the twinkling of the lights you’d strung up as the next song on your playlist began. The crooning of Judy Garland as she sang the same song you’d just been listening to was relaxing.

It seemed funny that the same song would play one right after the other while you were on shuffle, but fitting nonetheless. You would have yourself a merry little christmas this year. You were sure of it. Not bogged down by obligations to anyone other than yourself. No parties to attend, no friends or family to buy gifts for. It may seem sad to some, but you had been waiting for December all year. And you didn’t mind the solitude. In fact, you longed for it. As you finally sat down and tried to make yourself comfortable on the couch, you swore you heard a noise sounding from the kitchen.

You furrowed your brow and turned your head just slightly in the direction of the noise. Your speaker was playing music loudly, but there was no way that sound would have been part of the song. You were frozen as you sat there, not moving an inch, completely focused on listening for the noise again.

There was nothing.

You were sure you were going crazy. There was no way someone would be all the way out here, especially in this weather. And no way someone would have gotten in the cabin without you realizing it, either. No way.

Just as you were giving up on listening for more noise, opting to let it go and accept that it was just you hearing things, the errant beeping of the oven sounded, startling you.

You slowly moved to get up, not sure why you were feeling so trepidatious. This thought of you walking into the kitchen, only to be ambushed by some unknown stranger suddenly flitted through your mind and you shook your head at the thought. It was nothing, there would be no one, and you were not going to let your cookies burn over this.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself and as you approached the threshold of the doorway, the oven suddenly stopped beeping. That didn’t really register, though. Not until you saw the man standing at the stove.

Dark, chin length hair framed his face. Light stubble lined his jaw. He was tall, his presence all together intimidating. Dressed in all black, a form fitting long sleeve shirt and black cargo pants, combat boots still laced on his feet. He didn’t look at you immediately, and you both just stood there a moment, staring as “And The Angels Sing” began and the music filled the silence between you and the stranger. You took notice of what you could only assume was his jacket thrown haphazardly on the table, what appeared to be the end of a gun lying beneath it, and a set of keys strown on the table while the patio door just beyond was still locked. When your eyes flitted back to the man, you found bright blue ones staring right back at you. Piercing. Another shiver ran through you, but this one wasn’t from the cold.

He looked perturbed, as if you were the one invading his space. Like your presence was a nuisance to him.

You took the slightest step back, still no noise escaping you. Your eyes never leaving him. And the second you moved, he did, too. He turned and faced you head on. You startled at his swift, sudden movement and froze again while you took in his physique. He was well built, broad chest and shoulders, huge arms - muscles straining under the thermal material of his shirt, strong, thick legs. He was straight out of a movie screen.

If you had seen him in public, you were sure you’d go out of your way to keep off his radar. But you weren't in public, you were in your cabin. And you certainly were on his radar.

You hadn’t realized you had been holding your breath until he took another step in your direction. You sucked a breath in and matched him as you retreated back into the living room, dropping the blanket as you did.

“Who are you? What do you want?” you eked out. “How did you get in here?”

He eyed you up and down, his gaze lingering on the emphasized curve of your hips before it fell briefly on your cleavage. You were dressed in a form fitting scoop neck tank top that you were going to put a sweater on top of before you got distracted by the laundry, and a pair of sweats that hugged your waist. It wasn’t like it was an overly revealing outfit in the slightest, but with the way he looked at you, however fleeting, you felt exposed before him. Vulnerable.

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart,” he finally said. You were confused to say the least.

“Excuse me?” you said incredulously. “You’re the stranger inexplicably in my grandfather’s - my - cabin, not the other way around.”

“Grandfather?” he questioned before a flash of understanding passed his eyes. “Oh. John’s your grandfather? He know you’re up here?”

“Was my grandfather,” you corrected, clearly confused as to what was going on. “He passed about a year ago. Left me this place in his will…” you spoke softly, eyes still watching the stranger’s every move. He looked genuinely surprised at the information as you gave it. “You knew him, I take it?”

He nodded, clicking his tongue lightly.

“I’m Bucky. His tenant. I live here,” he informed you.

Suddenly everything clicked. Your grandpa had mentioned in passing once or twice renting the cabin out, but you never realized he actually did. You were surprised when you got there last week to find it in such good shape, but there wasn’t any obvious indication that someone was living there. The master bedroom was locked and you hadn’t been able to find a key to open it anywhere, so you just set up in the spare, making a note to call a locksmith out after the holidays. You assumed it was probably just filled with a bunch of your grandfather’s stuff. The entire downstairs was void of any personal items, the only food in the fridge and cabinets were nonperishables and the freezer was solely stocked with frozen meat. You had brought your own groceries and household supplies, you had pretty much taken over this poor man’s living space.

“Oh my god,” you said, mortified. “Oh my god. That makes so much sense. I am so sorry - I had no idea. He never explicitly mentioned it, and all I was told was that the place was in my name now and they gave me the keys, I didn’t- God, I am so sorry,” you babbled on.

“Look I get it, you didn’t know. No harm, no foul,”

“Cool,” you breathed. “Uhm.. I don’t know how to go about this..”

“I’ve paid John once a year for the past five years to stay out here. It’s a good arrangement for me. Under the table. No one to bother me. I’d like to keep doing so with you if that’s alright? He usually came by at the beginning of January for the cash. I pay for the year, but I’m not always here too often with my line of work.”

“Oh. Uhm, okay.. How much do you pay?”

“60k.”

“A year?” you asked, absolutely shocked. 60k was more than you made in two years, let alone once in a single payment. You could literally quit your job if you wanted to with that kind of money annually.

“I like my solitude,” he said shortly.

“Right, I - uh. I’m really sorry about this, again. I - I don’t have a problem with, ya know, this..arrangement. As cryptic as this is, if my grandfather trusted you, I trust you. I wasn’t really planning on coming out here all that much, anyway,” you lied. In reality you had plans to start coming out here at least once a month in the new year. But why bother him with that information? “I just needed a break for the holidays. Uhm did you have any other contact with him aside from the payments? Should I give you my number or like email or something before I go? It shouldn’t take me super long to get all my stuff together,” you rushed, wanting to leave as soon as you could. You had completely intruded on this poor man’s home and more than that, he was a man who paid handsomely to be left alone. That in and of itself was setting off a bit of a red flag in your mind. He definitely did not want you here and if you let your suspicious thoughts start turning, it seemed like something up with him.

He gave a light, half hearted laugh.

“I barely made it up here, you plan on driving out in that right now?” he said, head motioning in the direction of the window, the snow still swirling around outside.

“Oh, I just, I figured-”

“I’m not gonna throw you out in the middle of a storm,” he scoffed.

“You really don’t hav-”

“Look, there’s no way you’re making it past the drive even if you tried, anyway,”

You felt embarrassed and looked down at your feet, biting your cheek, not sure what to do or say now.

“How long were you planning on staying before I showed up?”

“Through the new year,” you answered honestly. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the storm passes.”

“Stop assuming things, sweetheart,” he said harshly. With his tone, you felt like you were being reprimanded. Your change in demeanor must have been apparent because he softened after considering you a moment. “I never said you had to leave. You can stay as long as you wanted, I don’t mind. Chances are I’ll be leaving for work again sooner than I’d like.”

Before you had the chance to respond the smell of burning cookies permeated the air.

“Oh shit!” you gasped as you rushed past him back to the kitchen.

He followed behind you and watched as you pulled the oven door open and your face fell at the way too darkened cookies. He came up behind you and gently pushed you out of the way, reaching for the baking sheet with his still gloved hand.

“Wait, it’s hot!” you tried to warn him. You gawked at him as he nonchalantly set the tray of cookies down on the stove. He slipped his gloves off, revealing one metal hand as he looked over to you.

“Not much of a problem for me,” he responded, clenching and unclenching his fist before he grabbed the back of his neck, seeming to try and stretch a tight spot before he let go. “I didn’t get your name, doll,” he said expectantly. You hid your slight surprise at the new pet name and gave him your name. He repeated it aloud, and the way it fell off his tongue had you squirming but you weren’t sure why.. If it was good or bad.

“I’m gonna go upstairs, shower, change and all that. I’ll be back down later to make food,”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, letting him get a few steps away before you spoke again, wanting to make things less awkward if you could. “Uhm, I was planning on making food anyway, I could make enough for two?” you offered. You were only now noticing the dirt on his clothes and the light bruising marring around his face. He was moving a bit stiffly now, too. You felt bad for him. Here he was coming home after being gone for work, obviously worn and tired, only to be met with some stranger taking over his place. You weren’t sure what line of work he was in exactly, but just taking in the state of him, and especially considering the kind of money he must make to afford 60k just to rent this cabin annually, you figured it must be pretty important.

“If you don’t mind, that’d be great, actually.”

“Sure, yeah, I mean, it’s the least I can do,” you said, offering him an awkward smile.

You watched as he grabbed his things off the table he had thrown them on, and you were proven correct about the item beneath his jacket as he put the gun in the waistband of his pants. It wasn’t the most comforting sight, but it was clearly a part of his work uniform - if that’s what it was he was wearing - so you didn’t want to stress about it. Your grandfather had plenty of guns around himself, always had, so it wasn’t all together too upsetting.

“You have any allergies?” you called to him as he made his way through the living room to the stairs.

You swore you heard him chuckle before he responded.

“No,” he called back as he ascended the stairs.

—---------------------------------------------------------------

For a moment, it was like a dream. He felt anything but threatened as he walked inside to the smell of cookies baking and classic Christmas music playing in the kitchen. A pretty girl on her knees doing laundry, soon cozying up under a blanket before the fire. That same girl who, after unplanned introductions, was now making him a homemade dinner while he showered and tried to relax after the three month long mission he'd been away on. As the warm water was running down his back, the pressure of the stream beating on his sore muscles, he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to her as she waited downstairs. She seemed so kind, a trait that seemed more and more rare in the people he came across, not that he could say much. But she was lovely. She was beautiful and womanly and she had an air of innocence about her he couldn’t let go of. He tried to shake it but the thoughts of her, who she might be, how he imagined her to be soon turned to thoughts of how it’d feel to have her soft hands on his skin, rubbing out the tension where he needed her to. Doing everything she could to relax him herself. Provide him with a much needed release with just her light touch. He hadn't planned on doing it, but soon enough he was lost in the pleasure of his fist pumping his thick, hard length, images of the girl he’d only just met running through his mind. The soft shape of her body, the ampleness of her breasts, the curve of her waist and hips. He couldn’t stop his thoughts as he imagined clear as day the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your breasts in his face, his rough hands gripping your wide, fleshy hips as he helped you take all of his thick cock inside your warm, tight cunt, guiding you up and down his girthy shaft, an undeniable look of ecstasy on your pretty face. He could just imagine the dulcet moans and whimpers he could get falling from your lips before he’d have you screaming his name, crying and begging him for more.

It wasn’t long before he came hard all over himself, barely restrained growls and grunts sounding deep from his throat as his cum spurting down his cock while he stroked himself, the milky substance all over his hand as he teased himself a little longer, not wanting the fantasy to end so soon. He cursed when he couldn’t take any more and with a shiver, stopped to catch his breath for a second before he finished up. As he toweled off and began to get dressed, he could smell the new cookies you were baking from upstairs and couldn't believe you were real. How lucky he had to be to come home to someone who appeared to be literally out of his wildest dream. He didn’t know how this all worked out, but he knew he wasn’t planning on letting you slip away anytime soon. How could he?

#dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x plus size!reader #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x plus size!reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #soft!dark bucky x reader

[a-vibing-potato]

Nevermind, I'm not done ranting about HFTH tonight

I just finished episode 81 and I'm crying a little bit and am ready to cry a lot more.

First of all, I've been desperately trying to find this post lately but I can't but it was someone who said something about episode 82 or 83 I think? made them cry more than MAG 200. And... I just can't. I'm so afraid it's not even funny, but here I am and I'm like, "Are you sure 81 isn't supposed to be the sad one?!?!"

Nikignik's Outro:

I was so ready for just a chill little outro but then they pause suddenly in the middle of a sentence for like a minute straight and then just say, "This is not easy."

Like oh my gosh, Nikignik, my heart can't take this today, but then they sound like they're so close to crying (which they do a decent bit, honestly, but same, and it still gets me every time).

And when they said, "It should be easy, none of these people actually effect me and I shouldn't care about them. I've seen so many species end but it still hurts." (paraphrased but still MY HEART BROKE)

One, I still stand by my statement that Nikignik is a depression reference/symbol. Two, I see myself in Nikignik.

I care too much about these people in the Hallowoods, and I've listened to audio dramas before and it never gets easier (cue my dramatic being depressed over Hector's death earlier) and technically they're not even real but I love them all so much and I just can't????? Oh my gosh I didn't want an existential crisis tonight but maybe it's what I needed????

The very end of the outro reminds me of my day to day struggles and how even though everything seems like it's just going downhill, we have to keep moving on, and pick ourselves back up and put ourselves back together.

"Nevertheless, I will continue, in the hope that it will get better, somehow. That these vestiges of darkness will melt in the light of some new sun. That there is still a reason to fight." - Nikignik (Oh my GOSH this is so beautiful but also I'm crying but also I feel this in my SOUL)

Then they use trepidatiously as their fancy -ly adverb in the last sentence and I always love a good use of the word trepidation. :)

But then I looked ahead to the next episode, 82: Polly, Clara, and Moth. Two of my favorites (and I love you, too, Clara and the rest of Downing Hill) and the theme is Failures.

I'm really scared and really sad but also really comforted for some reason??? I didn't realize I needed someone to tell me about grief and depression and always moving forward in the hopes that things will get better but I guess I did???

Anyway, hopefully things get happier lol. You can't have light without the dark.

#hfth #hello from the hallowoods #hfth s2 spoilers #hfthw

[woodsfae]

B5 s03e05 Voices of Authority table of contents • previous episode

Zack Allen the fascist can't get comfortable in his jackbooted thug jacket. Poor fellow. I hope he's even more uncomfrotable till he stops being such an extra fascist. 

Zack Allen heard the mysterious "Code 7-R" and he's on the fascist scent of a mystery! 

Delenn thinks that the Ancients may all be hanging out beyond the Galactic Rim, or sleeping beneath their ancient cities, or are out walking among the stars on errands incomprehensible to lower life forms. Just doin' Ancients things.

Oh! @ladymegana's boytoy is here. Marcus! They're embarking on amission to try to make contact with a higher power. And Draal is coming! Caroline, Sinclair's old surveyor girlfriend (who I hope is living happily off her many, many credits) got rescued from an Ancient by G'Kar personally! I was so suspicious of him then. Simpler times! 

Draal Planet, who is definitely an ancient one of sorts, checked hims planet computers and discovered something which gives him the screaming willies, and he wants them to come look at it. LOL.

Zack Allen is gonna face and probably fail some more ethical dilemnas I suppose, since he's popped up twice this episode already.

G'Kar! And Delenn is being so dismissive and cold! In public. Hmm. Delenn has talked derisively about the cold and unwelcoming nature of Narns before, but it's disappointing seeing G'Kar cut out so much when his people are the only ones who have most recently successfully fought the Shadows. They're such a good resource! And they need alliances! WHy cut them out so strictly?? Sheridan, Delenn, and the Rangers should be trying to ally with them. 

Sheridan has been assigned a "political officer," who is billing herself basically as a secondary commander of B5. Oop, and she's callling on Mr Allen's Nightwatch thingamajig. Of course he heads in for his lil debrief. 

Draal is kinda all over the place. Genial, red-mood-lighting and ominous, saying things like "gives me the willies," from time to time, hates surprises but thinks Ivanova is funny... 

uh-oh. There are no problems on Earth. No homeless, except for people who refuse to work the jobs offered to them to be housed. No poor, except for ditto the previous exception. No crime, except for the mentally unstable, but they're being sorted out of the general population in childhood nowadays... well now I'm much more trepidatious. 

Brave of Susan to let herself be plugged into the whole damn planet! Can't he print it out? Or put it on a usb crystal or whatever? Seems a bit extreme. 

Claudia Christian is face acting for her extreme close-up for all she's worth! 

The CGI has technically improved a lot, but it's still so itself. I love it.

Ancients will be back on Sigma 957 "soon!" But Susan isn't alone! The Shadows got her! Now I"m even more trepidatious! Seriously Draal, slap that shit on an external hard drive next time. 

It sure would be handy if this vision was recorded. Oh! It was! Susan's secret telepathy comes in handy in scrying the past, and Draal Planet does to HD recordings of mental trips across the cosmos! 

Is it like. Secure to talk about top secret stuff on the other side of two tiny sliding doors with a very nosy literal propagandist/spy from Earth on the other side? 

Hope Delenn doesn't mind him making out with other women for the sake of the mission. 

Yeah, everyone stop lying to G'Kar and fobbing him off and forcing him to lurk around the edges to find out what's important. Good point G'Kar! Them not being able to think of anything G'Kar can help with is a failure of imagination. And so fucking condescending. 

It is now "innapropriate" for Earth Force staff to criticize Earth politics, and they'll be expected to cut off family and friends who don't fall in line. And the Night Watch are being instructed to subvert actual policy in favor of the new extra fashy policies. Well this will be fun! The bullshit is so heavy. Earth must be kept safe and ideologically pure, because they've been betrayed "on every level." 

An interesting alien encounter! Susan Ivanova is an unflappable beast. I hope the Minbari on board are forming a new religious cult around her. 

lololol. Susan is actually the best. Got them to speak English to her, too. 

Realy neat ship design. 

Sheridan leaked the video of the VP Clark plotting Pres Santiago's assassination! Definitely the right call, but for some reason I expected them to sit on it awhile. 

Gardibaldi is thankfully not as much of a fascist as he could be, even though he's a cop. But he isn't a collaborator. 

Ugh Zack fucking spilling deets left and right. Just handed over their secret meeting code like that. Someone needs to write "Don't be a collaborator" on a newspaper, roll it up, then smack him and Londo with it till they get the hint.

JMS loves his sly ship name allusions. This loyal cog of the progaganda machine is leaving on a ship named for a god of (among other things) lies. And you can't lie without knowing the truth. 

G'Kar: "Read the book of G'Quan, we'll talk after." Garibaldi: "I don't read Narn," G'Kar: "Learn!" 

No one on the show who isn't Narnuan speaks Narn. Garibaldi would certainly endear himself to me a little if he did learn!

Well, G'Kar continues to be The Best (and Susan Ivanova continues to also be The Best).

Again, nice to have some Big Plot movement! They do a good job advancing it a tiny bit here and there, then yanking a bunch of strings at once so a ton of past details suddenly align into Even More Big Plot Movement. It gets me! I'm sure there's threads I'm missing, but it's very fun pieces threads together. Even when I can't get it before the show reveals their hand, I still feel like it's outsmarted me fairly, lol.

My special little guy Alfred Bester is back!

#woodsfae b5

[xplrvibes]

im seeing lots of positive feedback even from people who had no idea who these kids were until a few weeks ago (like me) which is great to see, and i know on sncs live earlier they said they’d likely shoot with them again so that’s good to know they were also impressed with them.

tbh today ive just been surviving. its so hot been so hot and my youngest cat (i have two) was not coping. so im blasting two a/c units and lying in bed with her bc she got really upset when i wasnt patting or lying with her. my poor bebe :(

- aussie anon

Yea, I think they definitely impressed a lot of people like us who were trepidatious, so that's good. They mentioned in the video that they would like to bring them back on and take them to a scarier spot next time, so I think another video is definitely a foregone conclusion.

Aw, the poor cat!! Hopefully, the heat chills out soon (literally and figuratively)!

Also, I also noticed all his instagram comments were gone, but someone else told me that they are still seeing them...so I kind of think instagram is just glitching on Colby's page for some reason? Instagram got some beef with him lately, cause his post didn't even show up in my regular feed, either.

Maybe someone who doesn't like him got a job at insta and programmed the site to work against him, lolol.

Anyway, if anyone else knows what that's all about, please let us know!

#asks #aussie anon

[getaway-gatsby]

A Spot of Bother - 3/6

Originally posted on AO3 as getaway-gatsby

All too soon, it was time to start your day's work. Leaving Chekov to his second plate of pancakes – his own, this time – you and Sulu made your way to the bridge. As you stepped off the turbolift, you realised just how hard this shift would be, the sheer intensity of the lights increasing your headache threefold. Instinctively, you placed your hand over your eyes to block the glare. Sulu went to speak, looking concerned, but you got there first.

“Say how awful I look one more time and I’ll make it my personal mission to find and break every one of your katanas.”

Unsure as to whether you were joking, he kept quiet as you took your respective positions at the front console – Sulu as helmsman and you as navigator. You thought you’d be relieved by his silence. However, he now found a new way to irritate you, shooting you constant sideways glances as if he expected you to keel over at any second. The way you felt, you weren’t ruling it out, but all the same, you could do without Sulu’s trepidatious looks. At least everyone else on the bridge was too absorbed in their work to notice your discomfort.

Almost everyone, anyway.

“Are you all right, Lieutenant Y/L/N?” The voice made you jump, and you whirled around to see the captain standing beside you. “You look a little under the weather.”

Behind Kirk’s back, Sulu gave a self-satisfied nod. There was no doubting its meaning – I told you so. You pulled a face in return before answering the captain.

“Absolutely fine, sir. Just tired.” A sudden thought struck you and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. “Oh my god, did Bones ask you to check up on me?”

Unabashed, Kirk chuckled. “Guilty as charged. You know him too well.” His tone turned serious for a moment. “He’s got a point though. That dart could have caused all kinds of trouble. If you do start feeling ill, tell me. I'll send you down to the med bay.”

“Thank you, sir. I will." You were lying. There was nothing on God’s green Earth that could convince you to go to the infirmary.

Unfortunately for you, however, you weren’t actually on Earth. It was, perhaps, unsurprising then that only two hours of your shift had passed before you were reconsidering your aversion to the med bay. The constant hustle and bustle of the bridge was grating on your last nerve. Every order issued, every bleep of the scanners, even the melodic lilt of Uhura speaking her umpteen languages; it all felt like nails being driven deep into your skull.

This was far from your only complaint. If you had thought you felt unwell that morning, that was nothing compared to how you felt now. As the minutes passed, you could practically feel your temperature rising, your hair sticking uncomfortably to your clammy forehead. Worse still was the wavering vision that exacerbated your already potent nausea. In short, it was becoming increasingly harder to dismiss this as a trivial ailment. Your mind kept circling back to Kirk’s earlier comment: "that dart could have caused all kinds of trouble." Perhaps you had been hasty to dismiss the CMO's concerns. Maybe you should go back to the med bay after all.

In the end, a particularly acute wave of nausea made the decision for you. Hell, you’d rather withstand the CMO’s scolding than vomit in front of your colleagues. Besides, if you threw up on the ship's controls, Scotty would kill you.

You turned around, opening your mouth to attract Kirk’s attention. However, you were beaten to it by the urgent tones of the First Officer.

"Captain, the scanners are showing a Klingon vessel heading towards us at warp speed 6. I suggest we go to battle stations, now."

As Spock spoke, your window of opportunity slammed shut. Kirk’s attention was now focused wholly on the Klingon threat. Turning back to your console to prepare for the impending attack, you felt a sudden moisture on your upper lip. When you raised your hand to investigate, it came back bloody. Unbelievably, your body had chosen now as the ideal time for another nosebleed.

It was official, you decided. The universe hated you.

But not as much as Bones would hate you when he found out you'd lied to him.

#leonard mccoy imagine #leonard bones mccoy #leonard mccoy x reader #mission gone wrong #james t kirk #star trek tos #star trek aos

[bobathirstaccount]

AU - Business Trip Pt 7

You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…

Boba x fem!reader, smut lite (no PiV)

***

Fuck, you thought. You set your lunch aside. You definitely couldn’t finish it now.

The rest of your weekend with Boba had been spent in bed until you’d had to check out and drive home. Then, he’d spend Sunday night in your bed, returning to his home in La Honda Monday morning.

It was now Thursday at 1PM. Ever since he’d left, kissing you softly and holding you very intimately, you had been wondering if the upcoming weekend was too soon to see him again.

But now you didn’t know what to do. You closed your stupid Instagram app and put your phone down. After a missed beat you picked it up and text your bestie.

-have u SEEN miss bp’s insta post?

-no. I’ll check

-holy f omg

-well u knew they were gonna meet up…

You knew she was trying to make you feel better, but the pic and caption bothered you all the same. You sighed and got back to work.

***

Finally it was quitting time. You wrapped up an email and put your computer away. You picked up your phone. Shocked, you stopped for a moment. You had been willing Boba to text you as you finished up your work day. He actually had. Feeling a little trepidatious, you clicked into the message thread.

-hi lovely. Wanna c a movie this weekend? We could go to the Del Mar Theatre Sat?

You smiled, but were conflicted. What was going on with him and Miss BP? Or, him and you for that matter.

-sounds fun. What did you wanna c?

He text back after a few minutes.

-there’s that 1 new Marvel one or the drama thing… i forget the name of the movie

-we could have lunch 1st and then go see whichever one you wanted? 🤞

He sent you some restaurant suggestions. They were all very cute and would make for a romantic setting to meet at. But you still felt off.

-what time did you wanna meet?

-i could pick u up at like 11? I could also come over earlier and bring you some brunch or something ☕️

He was trying to invite himself over. Did you want that?

-i gotta ask u something

-sure what is it?

You panicked and stopped texting. What did you do? After a few minutes of nothing, your phone rang. You looked down at it in your hands. It was Boba. He was FaceTiming you. Alarmed, you ran a hand over your head and straightened up on your sofa. Answering, you said a shaky, “Hi.”

He was outside in a lush looking garden. You wondered where he was. To stall, you asked.

“Oh, my backyard. I like plants. Anyway what did you want to ask me? You got real quiet over text…” He looked at you curiously.

“Uh, just… you know. It’s not really important…” you trailed off, feeling stupid.

“Yes, it is; it’s bothering you. So tell me what it is and then ask me your question. Do you think I won’t answer you or something?”

Maybe I won’t like the answer, you thought glumly.

“What is it?” Boba’s voice was stern, but soft. “Tell me,” he commanded in his rumbly voice.

“Do you have Instagram?” You started.

“Uh, no..” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Okay. Well. Melissa does, and she posted a photo of you two,” you blurted out.

“…what?”

You sighed. This was dumb. This was a dumb conversation. He could do whatever he wanted, he —

“Why is that upsetting to you?” Boba broke you out of your thoughts.

“It’s not.”

“You’re lying.” He confronted gently.

“Well you obviously know she took the photo…”

”At the wine bar? Yeah.” He was neutral.

”Why were you at a wine bar with her?” Your voice was shriller than you intended.

”This is what you’re upset about?” He raised an eyebrow.

You felt stupid. You started sniffling, “Never mind. It’s fine. I don’t think I wanna hang out Saturday.”

”Wait! Don’t hang up on me, okay?” He was holding one hand up as if to physically stop you from ending the call. “Why are you so upset?”

You burst out, “You let her kiss your cheek! And she captioned it ‘living a great life with this man.’”

He paused, a weird look on his face. Finally, he murmured, “Well I didn’t know she put that. I also don’t know why. I didn’t like that she kissed me but I decided to let it go because she had had a few.”

“Like you?” You countered.

”No, I only had two glasses. I wanted to stay alert because we are coworkers. I am her boss, you know.”

“So why meet with her at a WINE BAR!” You yelled into your phone.

“I just thought it was casual. She said she wanted to go over her accounts with me.” He was very calm.

You didn’t know what to say. Finally, you were about to reply with a snarky comment, but he said, “I don’t plan on doing it again. It was a little uncomfortable for me after awhile. Like I said she drank a lot. I had to get her an Uber.”

You shrugged.

“She wanted me to take her to her hotel. I said no.”

“Cause you’re her boss?” You mocked.

“Well yea but also because, well, you, you know.”

You paused, considering his words. He went on, sensing your distrust, “I really like you. I don’t really like her. Or anyone else.”

”You promise?” You huffed.

“Yes. I do. I thought I was making that clear.”

”You… are…” you muttered, feeling silly. “I just. I don’t know.”

”I wish you woulda told me this sooner. I could’ve just told you earlier that I’m crazy about you.”

You smiled. “Come over for brunch Saturday. As early as you want…”

***

He kissed you hurriedly as you pulled his sweater off. He twirled you around and pressed you into the door, his hands all over you. “You’re the only person I want,” he mumbled.

“Show me,” you demanded.

“As you wish…” he kissed you hard and picked you up easily. Carrying you to your sofa, he tossed you gently into a pile of pillows. Jumping onto the sofa, he threw some pillows over his shoulder, “What is it with ladies and pillows?” You giggled as he grabbed you again. “What you want me to do to you?” His voice was dark with desire.

Your mind flashed back to your prior encounters. Anything, you thought, but you asked, “How about a good old fashioned fucking, doggy style?’

He rumbled, and you could feel him getting hard. “I’m more than happy to comply,” he started to pull at your clothing. You fought him off for a thrill. Confused, he stopped. “C’mon, fight me,” you invited. He smiled wickedly. “Oookay…”

He flipped you over easily and put his body weight on you. Pulling your shirt over your head, he easily stopped your attempts to keep your clothing on as he stripped you. Continuing the game, he held you down and kissed down your neck, all the way down your spine. He bit an asscheek, growling, “Mine.” Your amusement from the little game converted into full desire. You tried to spread your legs, but he kept them together. “All in good time…” he purred.

His phone rang. “Fuck my life,” he complained.

“No, fuck meeee,” you wheedled as the phone continued to ring.

“That’s no one important; it’s not a special ring tone. Fuck ‘em.” He pulled you up onto all fours. Licking into your pussy from the back, he commented darkly, “Nothing’s keeping me from this pussy for a second longer.”

***

You laid on the sofa, cuddled into Boba. You were half watching TV, but mostly talking. The conversation flowed easily.

He rubbed a hand up and down your naked side, “You cold? You okay?”

“You’re keeping me warm,” you snuggled into him. He returned the action, kissing your shoulder softly. Suddenly his phone rang. He ignored it, “Nope. I’m not home.” You laughed, delighted that he was ignoring people for you.

His phone buzzed. A text message. “Hmm, still not home,” he kissed your cheek, gently brushing a finger along your lips.

Suddenly, you had a thought. “Do I have a special ring tone?” You felt stupid as soon as you asked.

He hmmed. “Of course you do.”

Giddy, you grabbed his hand to hold it tightly. He obliged.

“We’re gonna miss lunch if we don’t leave soon…” he commented, sounding unconcerned.


“Let’s GrubHub and Netfilx and Chill,” you stretched, not wanting to put clothes on or go anywhere.

”Okay. What you feeling like for eating?” He grabbed his phone. The screen lit up and you stared at it in horror until it passed out of view. The notifications included a new text from ‘Melissa - work.’ What did this bitch want on a weekend, you raged internally.

He sighed after a moment. “I gotta call Melissa back about work. I will sit right here so you can hear what we’re talking about.” He sat up and pulled you with him. Putting an arm around you, he called her back. She picked up on the first ring, sounding chipper.


“Hi, happy weekend,” Boba said casually.

She launched off into a narrative you couldn’t quite make out.

“Oh. Okay. Well that is a problem. Put some time on my calendar tomorrow, early in the day, and we’ll discuss this in depth. If you have time, send me a summary and I’ll review it so I’m up to speed.”

She started talking again. He squeezed you to himself and side eyed you, winking. You smiled and rested your temple against his shoulder.

“Okay. No, you can schedule over that meeting. This is more urgent.”

He paused while she spoke some more.


“No. I’m busy right now, with my girlfriend. …. Yeah. ‘Kay.” Your heart beat faster at his words as he paused to listen. “Nah, I’m busy the whole day. We can talk about it Monday. …. Okay. Bye.” He hung up, sighing. You immediately crawled into his lap, straddling him. “Kissing him, you exclaimed, “Girlfriend!”

He smiled, “Hope it’s okay I said that.”

You smiled wide. “Yeah…”

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your chest. “Cause you’re mine.”

You grinned and kissed the top of his head. Before you could say anything, he continued, “Also good, because I bought something hoping you’d say yes.” You gasped softly. “What did you do??” Your finance brain started thinking about cold, hard cash.

He laughed and kissed your sternum before puling away to make eye contact with you. “Firstly, you’re my lady; nothing is too good for you. Secondly, it’s just something small…” He grabbed his pants and rummaged in the back pockets. Pulling out a small velvet bag, he commented, “I took it out of the official packaging so I could fit it in my pocket, but I did save it cause I know you ladies like that kind of stuff.”

You laughed as you accepted the small bag. Opening it nervously, you gasped again as you realized what it was. It was another Van Cleef & Arpels purchase; this time a ring. It matched your bracelet. You raised your wrist smugly; you happened to be wearing the bracelet. He smiled as you put the ring on. “How’d you know my ring size?” You were shocked; it fit perfectly.

“Well, when I spent the night I got up secretly and took a picture of one of your rings with a penny for scale. The lady behind the counter really wanted the sale, so she figured out the right size from that.” You laughed, “Baby thank you so much. You’re so sweet.” You kissed him hard. He grabbed you and pulled you down into the sofa. Making you small spoon, he said into your ear, “I’m gonna keep you so spoiled.”

You smiled shyly, feeling hot and bothered. But you said cooly, “Well I know there’s more pieces to the Arpels set, so you can start there….”

He kissed your neck, “Already part of the plan.”

You smiled sheepishly, lost for words. But he continued, “Will you come to my house next weekend?”

You nodded, “I’d like that.”

“Cool. You want me to come pick you up?”

You grinned. “In your fancy car? Okay…”

He squeezed you lightly, “How early can I come get you?”

You decided you could start work 1 hour earlier than normal. “Three?”

“Perfect. I’ll bring you a post-work snack. I know you ladies like lil snackies. What do you want?”

You rolled over to kiss him, “You and maybe like… Jamba Juice?”

“Too easy, that’s like 5 blocks from here. I literally drive right past it to get here,” he kissed you back.

Smiling, you murmured, “Speaking of food…”

”Oh yeah,” he sat up. “Lemme see what’s delivering.”

***

You smugly hit the ‘post’ button on your Instagram. You didn’t care if it was petty; you were doing it anyway. Your caption (my mans + i 💘) was simple and to the point. The fact that you both were clearly naked was just a bonus, you reasoned. Take that, Miss BP, you grimly thought. But you let it go as quickly as you thought it, as you felt a hand slid slowly up the back of your thigh. You rolled over.

“Whatcha doing?” Boba’s voice was a low rumble.

“Mmm… marking my territory,” you said vaguely.

“Oh, Instagram?” He said knowingly.


Damn. “Yeah,” You admitted.

“Did you post the one where we’re both topless… cuz someone might lose her mind over it.”

You snickered, “Maybe.”

He laughed, pulling you towards himself. “I knew there was an ulterior motive to that pic… that’s okay. I don’t mind being claimed,” He sounded rather pleased.

Snuggling into him, you cooed, “Good. ‘Cuz you’re mine, and everyone is gonna know it now.”

He kissed you, “Perfect. Now, what else you wanna do today? How should I spoil you?”

You smiled mischievously. “I’m not sure if I have enough green in my wardrobe…”

Laughing, he pulled out his phone. “Where we starting?”

You called out your favorite designer and settled in beside him. You were the one living a great life with this man.

#boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett fluff #au fic #modern au #boba fett fic #boba fett fanfiction

[xx-vergil-xx]

20 CHAPTERS??!! 20 WHOLE CHAPTERS??? (or more???) I feel like you've just handed me an invite to the most sumptuous banquet I could have imagined... I'm lying in wait under the table tbh sjdisjfjg

adhhhajhd thank you i hope the offerings may sate your hunger <3 i’ve set myself some ambitious thematic goals but i’m like more viciously inspired about it than i have been since i started writing it. tbh i’d hit a bit of a wall after ch 24 but now knowing the shape of the work as a whole and where i want it to go is propelling me like pure rocket fuel and i’m excited and trepidatious and all abuzz <3

#hounds #i need a cute name for answering my asks #taking suggestions #thank u for ur enthusiasm and delight i am made a mirror of ur vibes <3

[trans-advice]

heyyy! sorry, i just wanted to ask... my friend from school has said that they 'want to be trans' (as in saying that they are trans, but strange wording), and saying that they are a boy. now, i'm trans myself, and this may come off as transphobic without the background, but this kid is a bit... weird? ik this sounds really mean but they are a pretty big attention seeker and a bit of a bully sometimes. so with the shit i know they've done, and knowing that they're most likely doing it for attention... what do you think i should do? should i call them by he/him pronouns even tho i am 99% sure they're saying it for attention, or should i call them she/her so if they realise they can't keep up the lie they'll feel like nothing is wrong (and also because i'm pretty sure they're lying), or they/them in case they're legitimately questioning? i don't want to make them feel like shit if they actuals are trans but i'm sure they're actually cis!!! sorry for the long ask :)

just treat them like they're trans!

centering you:

purity tests for accomodations, whether trans, disabled, poor, or non-white, always end horribly!!! like, all it does it get everyone pushed out. you would be setting up a precedent for transphobes to misgender you, even if you actually don't misgender them.

if you had to make a transphobic institution (and the cultures they set up through policy decisions such as bathrooms for only boys & girls in order to set up gender policing, and having neutral nurse's office toilets be only 1 size), actually support trans people, but you also gave those institutions & their cultures the power to define who's "trans enough", then those insitutions are going to erase y'all as much as possible so they don't have to change or have their power threatened. hostile institutions will deadbeat on reparations as much as possible.

you'd be screwing yourself & the trans people who come after you if you start purity testing respect for pronouns.

centering them:

firstly pronouns are part of gender expression & gender expression is separate from gender identity. even if they're cis, they might still like he/him pronouns. even if they're cis they might still be gender non-conforming.

if they want you to treat them like they're cis, then they'll tell you soon enough. if they end up being trans then you didn't hurt them. they're probably going to have enough transphobes bullying them & pushing them out anyways. they're at a point in their life where they think transitioning will help them. whether it's some undercover thing or some being honest thing is up to them. their body their choice.

just because you share a demographic with them doesn't mean you'll get along with them. likewise just because you don't get along with them doesn't mean they're not the same demographic as you. you don't have to be friends with everybody, and you don't have to be rude either.

centering me:

i'm saying this as someone who survived 15 years of the school to prison pipeline. those pipelines target: the tgnciq+ (trans/gender-nonconforming/intersex/queer), the students of color, poor students, and disabled students. when i wanted to be out at school but wanted some shred of privacy i basically juggled all the letters at once. i didn't trust the adults at all. like if i had some attention seeking i was trying to balance my disabilities & my dysphoria. i was kind of a mess. by the way, my experience was before 2014, and i still find institutions are trepidatious with me. (however, some institutions try to scapegoat my critiques of them as coming from me, a trans person, or from me, as disabled person, which is an interesting threat of its own. in my case, i worry about forced hospitalization, because of my disabilities. but whatever, not all trans people have disabilities.)

other thoughts:

I don't know, if they already know how drag performance is a separate context from being trans, but in your words, they're your friend then maybe looking at "rupaul's drag race" or "drag s.o.s." would be helpful. It might help establish the difference & still give them a good outlet, but remember that trans people can do drag performance as well. I don't know your relationship & I don't know either of you. It's your decision at the end of the day.

Good Luck, Peace & Love,

Eve

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

04/14/2024 – 04/20/2024

Sunday

Week 10 of missing Cipher Academy

Woah, another new character in Girl Meets Rock…I’m a little trepidatious but let’s see how it goes… Always appreciate more Machiavellian Rin, though.

I didn’t have a lot of time for manga today, but I read the new Unluck Undead chapter because I wanted to see the popularity poll results. Like a lot of fans, I was surprised to see Tatiana up so high, but I’m soooo happy to see Feng at third. Then the chapter itself went and reminded me that oh yeah he’s kind of a complete asshole at times… But it seems like Nico giving him a talking to was enough to change his mindset a little. I’m excited to see how this tag team shiritori match goes, especially with Feng already being able to target the pieces of Language’s soul embedded in her creations. (Also how did he braid his hair so fast…I really would’ve liked to just see ponytail Feng or hair down Feng…)

Monday

Oshi no Ko fine. Sometimes the insertion of comedy to soften dramatic blows gets a little grating.

Dandandan good, this mangaka’s creature designs are always some of my favorites, and this one is no exception. It seems like we’re going through the regular cycle of a kid being overtaken by supernatural powers before incorporating those powers into their own fighting style and joining the team, though, and I’m really hoping this is the last. I don’t know how much more I can take before Dandadan feels like it’s really just spinning its wheels.

Magilumiere fine. It appears we’ve been flung into the endgame all of a sudden.

Chainsaw Man fine. We got some fun banter between Quanxi and the others, at least.

Watched through the rest of the Glow Up season and it was generally uneventful (I skipped the Metaverse episode because LMAOOOO fuck that dumb shit). The drag episode was my favourite, as it felt like they were having a lot of fun being self-referential and irreverent (bringing back the model from the infamous I Like To Watch video was an inspired choice). Roo’s look for Cheddar was really breathtaking, too. Other than that, I’m just glad that the person I was rooting for won.

Finally continued my Undead Unluck reread and it’s so good… The best part about Loop 101 for me is how every arc feels like a completely different genre. Fuuko and Void’s boxing match was so hype, Fuuko defeating Sean and his switchblade with ease was such a nice full circle moment, the Buroja War arc was fantastic in terms of character development across the board (gay of Billy to find Tella by the scent of his conditioner though), and the Phil arc was fun, but I mostly loved it for all the Sean/Gina moments it provided.

Tuesday

Agh

Wednesday

Aghhhhhh

Thursday

I can’t believe I missed DunMesh Thursday but I was truly knocked out after rushing work once again. But I did have time to read the latest chapter of Yuria-sensei no Akai Ito – it seems like learning about her dad’s affair and coming to understand her sister’s perspective is what’s going to push Yuria to chase her own wants, which I think she rightfully deserves at this point.

Friday

I’m not gonna lie I got some insanely bad news today so I’ve just been lying in bed depressed out of my mind

Saturday

Undead Unluck reread made me feel better…especially since the Tenraisai arc is so fun and funny. The exploration of the familial bond between Feng and Shen is so cute and touching…and that being the crux to Shen winning their bout was absolutely perfect. One thought I did have while rereading was realizing how…Feng has kind of overtaken Shen as my favourite character… 101 Shen just doesn’t have the tragedy-tinged unhinged energy of 100 Shen that I loved so much, and meanwhile Feng has just grown more and more likeable while still being a battle freak… And he’s even funnier in the subsequent high school arc, which was super wholesome and fun as a whole. (But wow, Chikara’s parents deciding to time travel with Chikara at the end kind of fucked me up, because for all their relatives know, they just disappeared for 16 years…). I decided to stop reading here since I’m pretty much caught up, and I’ve just fallen more in love with Undead Unluck now that I can actually remember more than 50% of the plot. At this point I might raise its score from a 9 to a 10 (I had docked it points for being so heterosexual and having so many fridged relatives, but now I’m just enamoured by the story’s heart and compassion), but I’ll save that thought for when the series ends.

DunMesh Saturday…with a side of spicy ramen and cheese rice cakes to soothe my depressed soul…it was a fun episode…seeing the groups collide and the new social dynamics forming was fun…the first next episode should be fun too…

#week in review #2024

[shxtdisturber]

 “ unexpected guest “ [surprise bitch - did ya miss me?]

It's one thing to come home from a long day of work: exhausted, musty, and covered in different colors of glitter. But to come home after all that and to find the front door of his shitty apartment kicked in was something else. The first that came to mind was Fucking Really? I'm the one being robbed now?!

Jan clutched the grip of his bat- one that he surprisingly didn't have to use until now, and paced trepidatiously toward his room. He quietly pushed the door open and saw a human-shaped lump under the covers of his bed. Whoever was robbing him, made the fatal mistake of taking a nap in his own home.

And it was going to be the last mistake they'd ever make.

With only a slight hesitation, he raised the bat over his head, gripped the corner of his covers, and ripped them off to swing the bat down at the intruder's head- Only to stop mid-swing once he got a good look at her.

"Holy Shit! Maggie," he yelled with a slight crack in his voice. The bat fell from his hand and clattered against the wood floor. "What the fuck?!"

Of all the things to come home to, the last thing he expected was to find an old friend battered, bruised, and lying in a heap on his bed.

"Holy shit!" Against his better judgment, he shook her. To say he may have been a bit hysterical was an understatement. Was she still alive? How did she find him? Why was she injured and bleeding in his bed?! "Maggie, what the fuck!"

#mcuntainbcrn #almost tagged this maggiestein holy shit #the memories holy shit #and you know I've missed you haha

[withbeastsarc]

THE BOYS;  accepting.  @ruinaa​ said:  “  don’t lie to me,  not again.  “

          he has seen the way she has tiptoed around him the past few days,  a little trepidatious,  keeping her distance.  there is also an air of anger there;  he has caught her,  sometimes,  looking at him with a hard expression when she thinks he is not paying attention.  her eyes burning a hole into the back of his head,  something lingering on the edge of her tongue,  a fight like earlier ready to break out.  he has not wanted to be the one to start it,  has avoided the conflict as he always does,  keeping peace where it needs to be kept.  

          in some ways he feels this almost irritates her further.  she wanted the outburst,  similar to how she fought with shilah,  the snapping back and forth until they exhausted themselves with it and then made up quickly after.  he was not like that  --  he could not yell and yell for the sake of it,  would rather keep away from her until things had settled back into familiar territory. 

          but letting her sit and think on it wasn’t the best course of action either,  as late that night,  sitting on the edge of the bed,  she finally comes and stands in front of him.  her expression is clear;  he almost thinks she is ready to let it go when she runs her fingers through his hair,  until her grip tightens just barely on the back of his scalp,  tilting his chin up.  i can handle what you do,  she says,  quiet,  but not lying.  intentionally.  

          he nods.  he knew that he was in the wrong,  from the beginning,  and had apologized for it.  look at me,  roman.  she says,  tugging a little harder.  don’t lie to me,  not again.  

          his eyes flick up to her face,  and down again.  “  i won’t.  “  

#matching memes for the boys #ANSWERED. #ANSWERED; ROMAN. #ANSWERED; RUINAA. #ruinaa #ROMAN; WHO CAN YOU BE?

[tallmantall]

#JamesDonaldson On #MentalHealth – Helping Young #Children Who Are #SociallyAnxious

Tips for helping reluctant #children join in play and group activities Katherine Martinelli What You'll Learn - What kind of situations are hard for shy or anxious #kids? - What tools can families use to help #children feel more comfortable around other #kids? - Quick Read - Full Article - Adjust expectations - Break it down - Knowledge is power - Baby steps and praise - Find a buddy - When to push, and when to cool it - Find your tribe Quick Read Some #kids have trouble joining in with other #kids. It can be especially hard for shy, anxious or sensitive #kids. Often, they feel overwhelmed by big groups. Even if they want to play, they don’t know how to break the ice and join in. A lot of times, once they get past the hard beginning part, they have a good time. And sometimes when they just sit on the sidelines, they’re still having fun. As a #parent, it’s hard to watch your #kid struggle to fit in with the group. But struggling doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with your #kid or with you as a #parent. Just like grown-ups, some #kids are more outgoing than others. There are some simple things you can do that can really help your #kid. The first step is figuring out what the hard thing is for them. It might be saying bye to Mom or Dad before joining a group. Or maybe they’re overwhelmed by the big group of #kids. Once you understand the problem, you can brainstorm solutions. For example, some #kids have trouble going up to a new #kid and saying “Hi, my name is so-and-so. What do you like to play?” Practicing that little “script” with your #kid can give them the confidence they need to go up to a new #kid. Role-playing difficult things at home can help your #kid feel less anxious about them, too. Another thing that helps a lot of #kids is giving them an idea of how things will probably go at a certain event, like a birthday party or soccer game. Knowing what to expect makes it less scary for #kids.More Debbie Weingarten’s son has been going to the same school for three years, loves his #teacher and friends, and has a great time once he’s there. But the five-year-old still struggles with drop-off and often cries when Weingarten leaves. Similarly at soccer — which he enjoys — he gets overwhelmed or upset several times a practice and runs off the field. For many #kids, adjusting to social situations — whether it is a birthday party or a play date — can be challenging, even if they want to be there. Big groups of #kids can be intimidating for even the most outgoing #child, so for those who are sensitive or prone to #anxiety it can make for a rocky transition. “My son is a highly sensitive person, and it takes him quite a long time to feel comfortable in new situations,” explains Weingarten. “I honestly can’t think of a single new situation that has been easy for him. He’s just not that kind of #kid.” It can be painful to watch your #child struggle in should-be-fun settings, but there are a few strategies — paired with a good dose of patience — that experts and fellow #parents have found to be helpful. Adjust expectations If difficulty in social situations has become a pattern, it’s important to accept that this is part of your #child’s personality, not a deficiency. “Just because lots of #kids like birthday parties, it doesn’t mean that it’s some kind of comment on you or your #child if they are more trepidatious,” says Rachel Busman, PsyD, a clinical #psychologist. “I think just appreciating that is important, because #parents can feel pressure to be like everybody else.” Weingarten, who also describes herself as sensitive, recalls as a #child feeling some of the same feelings her son now has. Still, she admits, “as a #parent, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t frustrating for me sometimes.” However, she tries her best not to express that frustration to her son. “I never want him to feel like something is wrong with him, or as though he’s defective in any way, or like his feelings aren’t real or legitimate.” For Emily Popek, rethinking her perception of fun for her five-year-old was key. “It made a difference to realize that just because she was sitting on the sidelines watching didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying herself. She actually was! So honestly the key for me was just letting go of my own expectations of what her ‘enjoyment’ would — or should — look like.” Break it down Once you’ve established that there’s an issue, the next step, says Dr. Busman, is to “break down the situation so you can try to figure out what might be challenging for your #child.” Is it separation? Meeting new #kids? Being in a big group? Fear of the unknown? From there you can work on strategies to assist your #kid. Knowledge is power One of the most effective things you can do is arm your #child with as much knowledge as possible about the event. Go over where it will be, who will be there and what might happen. Scripting, role-playing and previewing are all excellent tools for the #sociallyanxious #kid. Kathy Radigan’s son — who is now an outgoing college freshman — was speech delayed as a #child, which made him nervous about meeting new #kids. “But he really wanted to play with #kids,” Radigan recalls. “We used scripting to help him through those first few nervous moments. We would practice role playing,” she adds. “I would do social stories with him about a boy who went to the park and got nervous when he saw the #kids.” The scripts Radigan rehearsed with her son were simple — things like “Hi, I’m Tom. What do you like to play?” She says this was usually enough to break the ice. Looking back, her son says that those early years of scripting and role-playing were a huge help. The effect of all this previewing and role playing is to make the activity feel less new and scary, so the #child is not as easily overwhelmed when it comes time for the real thing. Although not every aspect can be predictable, getting the general sense can help #kids feel much more comfortable. Baby steps and praise For #kids who get nervous in social situations, it’s unrealistic to think that they’ll be able to just jump right in. They may benefit from arriving early or late, and will need to adjust at their own pace. Many will want to hang back for a while to observe before actively participating. “I work at giving my daughter time and permission to navigate the experience on her own terms,” explains Popek. “I’ll encourage her to take little steps out of her comfort zone, like starting out watching the other #kids, then maybe moving closer, then playing nearby to the #kids, then eventually actually playing with them.” Arriving early to scope things out can be another helpful tactic. “If we are going to a new group or activity,” says Weingarten, “it helps to get there fifteen minutes early so we can enjoy the space without the chaos of other #kids and settle in slowly.” Dr. Busman suggests also being open with other #parents about what’s going on. While it might feel awkward, it can be immensely helpful to give them a heads up that you might arrive early or late, for example, not out of rudeness but to help your #child acclimate. “Most people are really nice,” reminds Dr. Busman, “and are going to say sure, whatever you need!” And of course every success — whether it’s sitting on the outskirts of a party or fully engaging — merits praise. It can be something simple like, “I love how you went over and sat down to have a piece of pizza.” As Dr. Busman points out, this is a much better tactic than getting into a power struggle about why they aren’t having a good time. Find a buddy Sometimes it can be as simple as finding common ground, or arriving with someone with whom your #child is already comfortable. Most people feel more at ease entering new social situations with a partner, so why shouldn’t #children? “A lot of #kids will tell me they’ll go to practice for example, but only if they know someone who goes there,” explains Dr. Busman. “Which to me is like, alright, get him in the door. So let’s have a buddy.” Dawn Alicot’s six-year-old is shy until he gets to know people, and she says “sometimes I ease the transition in a larger group by introducing him to someone. I look for common ground.” For example, finding another #kid with similar sneakers, or a favorite character on their shirt. After doing this for a while, Alicot says her son started doing it on his own and has successfully made friends this way. #James Donaldson notes: Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes. Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use. Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space.  #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticle Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book, #CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy http://www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com When to push, and when to cool it As with so many things in parenting, there are times when it’s appropriate to gently push your #child, and others when it’s time to back off. “There has to be a middle path,” says Dr. Busman. “#Parents also need to have their own level of #stress tolerance,” she says, since these things do take time and a lot of gentle nudging — and may result in the occasional meltdown. If a #child doesn’t want to have play dates, for example, Busman suggests pushing but taking it slow by starting with the neighbor’s #kid who is a little younger, having it on home turf or starting with very short intervals. Weingarten acutely understands the balance between making sure her son feels secure with pushing him ever so gently. “I do think we’re at a point,” she says, “where it’s healthy to nudge him out of the nest a little bit, while also understanding that it’s a process unique to him, and that his pacing will not match other #kids.” Similarly, she knows when it’s time to throw up the white flag and retreat. Weingarten notes that “he can get worked up to the point of having physical symptoms — his socks will suddenly feel too tight, his shoes will hurt, his belly will hurt. I believe these sensations are real manifestations of his #stress. I know that once he gets to that point, I need to stop and do something to reverse the situation so he can calm down and feel safe again.” If your #child gets to this point, carrying on can be more detrimental in the long-term than pushing through. Find your tribe Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. When it seems like everyone else’s #kid can jump into social situations with ease it can feel isolating and exhausting. “I recommend finding someone else who understands,” urges Weingarten. “Another #parent. Someone who can empathize with the challenges and the blessings of a #child who is anxious or highly sensitive. I went to coffee with a mom from my son’s kindergarten who is also having some similar challenges, and it was such a relief just to talk to someone who gets it. We were able to talk about how frustrating it can be, but also how grateful we are to be raising such feelings-oriented little humans in a world that desperately needs sensitivity and empathy.” Katherine Martinelli is a journalist who has published internationally on a variety of topics including parenting, food, travel and education. … Read Bio Read the full article

[trepidatious-ly]

How fortunate I am

To have someone to miss

But that doesn’t make this

Any less hard

#trepidatious-ly #poem #writing #poetry #just writing #feelings #yknow #welp #thoughts #thinking #love #romance #i love you #in love #i miss you #missing you #long distance #relationship #quote #bad poetry #original poetry #starlight

[softforloki]

A Flight Down the Stairs

Summery: Loki comes home to find his teenage child lounging on the couch, with their leg propped up and an ice pack on it. Chaos ensues as he tries to pry what happened out of them.

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of minor injuries

Masterlist

Word Count: 795

This is in fact a first hand experience. I totally ate shit going down a staircase at school, so now I’m lying incapacitated on my couch, bored af. Enjoy this short lil thing.

Also, if you guys like Lumi I may do more stuff with them. I kind of like Dad Loki stuff, so lmk if you want to see more of him and Lumi!

Lumi Lokichild Age: 16 Pronouns: They/them Appearance:

Loki had never been more happy to be home.

He materialized on the doorstep of his Midgardian home, glad to finally be done with Avenger’s nonsense for the day. The hulking black car that Lumi had aptly named Onyx was parked in the driveway. They’d probably been home for a while now, school would’ve let out almost an hour ago.

He unlocked the door, stepping into the comfort of his home. He was about to make his way to Lumi’s room, to let them know he was home, but was surprised to see them on the living room couch.

“Hey, Tall Man.” They waved, taking their eyes off the television.

“Hello, Small Person.” Loki responded. He frowned, eyes trailing down to the towel and icepack placed over your calf. “What happened? Are you injured?”

Lumi chuckled at the note of concern in his voice. “Yup. I totally ate shit on the stairs, which were unfortunately, made of cement.”

“How did it happen?” Loki quickly joined his child on the couch, gently removing the icepack to inspect the damage. Almost the entirety of their lower leg was covered in large band-aids.

“I think the heel of my boot caught the step as I was coming off it.” They explained, pausing their show. “I tumbled down a quarter of the stairs and tore up my leg. Got my elbow, too.”

Loki cringed at Lumi displayed their bandaged elbow. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

“I’ve got a massive bruise on my hip, other than that I’m living my best life.”

He rolled his eyes at their lackadaisical attitude. They were taking this all awfully well. “You seem no worse for wear. How long ago did this happen?”

“Eh, it was during lunch, so like eleven thirty-ish? It’s been a few hours. I went to the nurse to get patched up right after.”

“Ah, so you’ve had ample time to recover.” Loki noted, waving a slow hand over Lumi’s calf, enveloping it in a warm green light. “I really ought to teach you healing magic, shouldn’t I?”

“It would certainly make my life a lot easier.” They agreed, pressing their fingers experimentally to their bandages, peeling them off once they felt no pain. “I was pretty close to tear at the time, but now it’s really funny.”

“Of course it is,” He rolled his eyes. “Give me your arm, please.”

Lumi let him heal their elbow next, watching in awe as the green light once again washed over it. “That is seriously cool,” They muttered.

Loki hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the healed skin. “How’s that bruise? Want me to take care of it?”

“No, that’s alright. It wasn’t really impairing my movement.” They flexed their arm trepidatiously. Once satisfied, they curled their leg up to their chest, feeling out the muscles. “Hell yeah, no pain. Thanks, dude.”

Loki sighed at the term of endearment. “You’re welcome. How was your day, other than the, quote, ‘eating shit’?”

“Pretty boring up until then.”

“Nothing like a sudden injury to make things interesting.”

“Exactly! My friend Will jogged ahead of me when we were walking to seventh period, and when I yelled at him that I couldn’t run, he told me to walk it off.”

“How considerate of him.”

“He did then offer to carry me the rest of the way to class.” Lumi added.

“Did he?”

“I wouldn’t let him. I needed everyone to see how pathetic I was so they’d feel sorry for me.”

“That’s how you win any fight, darling child.” Loki replied, a twinkle in his eye. “Get them to underestimate you, then hit them where it hurts.”

“Yes, I intentionally hurt myself so I can put your battle methods into practice.” Lumi sarcastically drawled.

Loki gently shoved them over and dug his fingers into their side until they squealed with laughter. “There may come a day where you’ll be grateful for my advice.”

“I guess until then I’ll keep tripping down stairs,” Lumi sighed melodramatically, letting one arm dangle limply off the couch.

“The most dangerous enemy: a staircase.”

“They really are my most dangerous enemy.” They sat up, a grin of realization spreading across their face. “Remember last year when we visited Asgard for the weekend?”

“If you’re about to tell me about another stair-related accident I will laugh at you.” He warned.

“Grandma was showing me to my room. I missed a step and tumbled down half the staircase.” You snickered.

Loki did not laugh, but rather let out an amused puff of air. “I’m assuming she healed you right away?”

“Yeah, that’s the only reason she didn’t tell you.”

He squinted at his child. “I’m going to teach you teleportation just so you don’t have to risk falling down stairs anymore.”

“Nice.”

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