a pig and a poke

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Alec had once heard a story when he was young.

He had been curled up in bed with his sister one night, back when they still slept in the same bed together. Back then they refused to sleep without each other, and without their mother reading them a bedtime story.

Isabelle had been quite fond of adventure stories, as had Alec. He liked the descriptions of the heroes of the novels. They always sounded so chivalrous and brave and Alec wanted to be like that. But Alec also harbored a hidden love for the romances that often crept into those stories.

But it was that night in particular that Alec and Isabelle’s mother read them a story of a bond. A bond that was purportedly stronger than those of parabatai, something Alec didn’t even think was possible. This bond, this anchor, it tied the two together and made them one. It confused Alec, for there was no bond stronger than a parabatai bond.

But this bond, his mother had explained, was not one that any stele could draw. It wasn’t a rune on flesh, it was a rune on the heart.

“Sounds painful,” Alec made a face while Isabelle giggled behind her clasped hands.

“Love often is,” his mother gave him a slightly strained smile and Alec frowned at that. He didn’t think love was supposed to be painful. It didn’t make any sense.

Alec used to think that story was just that. A story, a fable to tell children. A legend, a myth. But it was real. He knew firsthand.

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“Don’t look sick” .. “you’re too young to have those problems” ….

Chronic illness isn’t looking sick.

Chronic illness is being in pain 24/7 but putting a smile on your face anyway.

Chronic illness being exhasted after just taking a shower.

Chronic illness is having panic attacks terrified to go do anything worried you’re gonna have a pain episode.

Chronic ill is feeling like a burden to everyone around you.

Chronic illness is feeling so alone because no one understands, they can try to understand, but they won’t, and they can’t.

Chronic ill is people thinking you’re a hypochondriac or attention seeker.

Chronic illness is no one believeing you.

Chronic illness is not being able to get the right medication because the doctors think you’re just “drug seeking”

Chronic illness is feeling like failure because you can’t do things normal people can.

Chronic illness is hot shower/baths at 4am because you are having a pain episode.

Chronic illness is bawling because how bad the pain is.

Chronic illness is 9 prescription medications everyday.

Chronic illness doctor appointment after doctor appointment.

Chronic illness is basically being the doctors guinea pig; testing, being poked, feeling violated.

Chronic illness is surgery after surgery

Chronic illness is having 20+ surgeries at 19 years old.

Chronic illness is losing friends because they just don’t understand.

Chronic illness is awful.

Chronic illness should not go unnoticed.
Just because someone doesn’t look sick doesn’t mean they are healthy.

NYC Pride 2017: "Take my hand, pup. Let's be proud together."

Thursday

Today’s the day  Master and I met at Penn Station. After coffees and Shake Shack, we made our way to the hotel. We stayed at Paramount in the Theatre District. Master was so exhausted, I offered to check us in early. SUCCESS! We slept for a few hours then began our afternoon. Master took me to my first ever barber. It was a special place for Master and Alpha: Made Men in Chelsea. After, we journeyed to Nasty Pig and Mr. Turk while stopping for poke along the way. It was such a beautiful day. We had to leave a little sooner than expected from Mr Turk for our date day plans. Master gave me permission to plan a date day for him. I planned our date to be meaningful and packed our itinerary with memorable experiences.


[Before writing about our date, I feel it’s important to share a beautiful and significant pillar of our relationship. This part of our relationship is that we are driven to grow for each other. Love, trust, intimacy, and more. This pride was special in that I not only was pushed to be more submissive, but I was also pushed to grow the more dominant side to Angus (please take note of the “A” in Angus versus the “a” in pup angus). When Angus’ dom side is being stroked and nurtured, there is an internal *buzz* that is felt. Master ordered it to grow to be able to take better care of pup krypto. Krypto makes Angus buzz when he submits, melts into my arms, expresses so much love and emotion he cries, lets me take care of him, and allows me to spoil and pamper him like he has always deserved. Angus shows krypto how much he is loved, wanted, cared for, and that Angus is always going to be there for krypto. Together, our dom and sub energies flow in such a way that we fall more in love with each other and our relationship grows. Thank you for trusting Angus with such a beautiful, needy, giving, and loving pup, Master. Krypto is the most important person in Angus’ life. Angus loves krypto so incredibly much and feels so lucky to have krypto in his life. I love you so much, Master.]


Leaving Mr. Turk, I turned around, blinked, and there in front of me was krypto! Angus took over and in the lyft, presented krypto with a video from krypto’s Sir and a card from Angus. 

[It important to also thank kyrpto’s Sir (Alpha) for allowing Angus to take care and treat his pup to a very special date. Thank you, Alpha. I love you, Alpha.]

Krypto was so overjoyed and overwhelmed with how Angus was going to spoil and take care of him. Krypto was in tears. *buzz*

The Date Itinerary

  1. A picnic in central park (rescheduled for Friday on the High Line) 
  2. A couples deep tissue massage
  3. Japanese BBQ

We struggled to arrive on time for the massage but the spa was so willing to accommodate. We were even able to enjoy some couples time alone in the spa before and after our massage. Oh it was amazing. Krypto was so relaxed he even fell asleep during the massage. This was my first deep tissue massage. I never realized how tight my muscles had been. 

After making it back to the hotel and stopping for a Times Square photo or two, we rested briefly before walking to the restaurant for dinner reservations. Krypto dressed so handsomely. *buzz* I brought krypto to a Japanese BBQ. We had the kobe omakase. It was delicious. Krypto made perfect suggestions for courses. He made me so happy that my dom buzz got even stronger as dinner continued. With our dessert course, krypto to was adorable and giving when be offered to make Angus a s'more over the grill. Thank you krypto. It was so delicious. We made our way back to the hotel. Once there, krypto said goodnight and Master joined angus for bed. What an incredible first day of pride.


Friday 

We began our day with sleeping in, lunch at Juniors with Masters friends, and getting ready for our picnic on the High Line. As we neared Chelsea Market, Master ordered Angus to wait inside in front of The Lobster Place. Master needed to do Master things. I walked inside and krypto found his way to me and Angus couldn’t have been more eager to see his pup. I felt so loved and happy to be joined by him for another date filled afternoon. *buzz* We had sushi and sodas. Krypto picked an amazing blood orange, lime, and jalapeño soda for me knowing how much I would love the flavor vignettes. Oh what a good pup. After we enjoyed the best oysters I’ve ever had. So good that krypto food-gasmed over the Ichobad oysters. And lastly, we ordered meat pies to enjoy on the High Line. We found seats, took some beautiful photos and walked the park to the most southern end. After such a perfect and romantic date with krypto, it was time for Master to come back. Thank you Master. Thank you for giving Angus time with krypto. I love you so much, Master.  

[I love you, krypto. Thank you for joining me on such a romantic date. We had a perfect date on the High Line. I keep falling more in love with you every time I’m given time with you. You’re amazing and I will always keep growing for you. *buzz*]

Master and I walked over and a couple blocks to Magnum and made our own ice cream bars. This was more fun than we thought! And delicious too! Master made a vanilla bar with chocolate coating topped with cacao nibs, Himalayan sea salt, and chipotle seasoning. 


I made a chocolate bar with dark chocolate coating, dark chocolate vermicelli, gold sugar crystals, and Himalayan sea salt.
We ended our day with tacos and a disco nap. After I would need to get ready for Furball. I was dancing and couldn’t wait to show off for Master. 

  • Furball highs: Master was there, I danced for Master, Master and I met Joe, DJ Jack Chang played a good set, and I was paid. 
  • Furball lows: the small/crowded venue, the fog that made it impossible to see or breath, and the terrible gogo boxes. 

I came home to Master patiently waiting with dinner. Thank you for coming to see pup work and for dinner, Master. I presented Master with the night’s earnings. I love you so much Master.

Saturday

We slept in and enjoyed a small brunch in HK. Master got a sandwich and I had eggs benedict. After, we prepared for the VIP Roof Top Tea Dance. The venue was small, we weren’t really able to dance or flag much, the crowd was weird. Master did get a chance to flag on the gogo box before the dancers arrived. *whimpers* It’s so beautiful when Master flags. We left after an hour, regrouped at the hotel and headed to the Musclebear Cruise. It was an amazing choice! We had an amazing time and took so many wonderful photos along the Hudson. There was food, great music and Master taught me how to flag. Thank you so much for teaching me Master! I can’t wait to flag with you again! It was a great way to get ready for the main party: BRÜT. 

BRÜT was held at the PlayStation Theatre. We arrived and made our way to the clothes check. While everyone else there was dressed for in their black leather and fetish gear, we lit up the halls in pink thongs, calf high socks, and Master in his crotch-less and ass-less singlet. His pe'a showing through, muscles pumped, rump so perfectly framed in his singlet; I was so overwhelmed in his presence. Master is so incredibly sexy and I couldnt keep my eyes off him. Master ordered me to follow him around the venue as we explored its amenities and features. The venue was perfect with multiple dance floors and DJs. The lighting spectacular. The crowd was good too. There were water fountains and concessions too! 

All night and into the morning, we danced, flagged, and had sexy intimate time. The dance floors had special lighting. The main floor had spotlights from the ceiling that were black lights. Master shined like a God; his chest so big and body beaming. *whimpers* I was so entranced it felt like we were the only ones there. I grinded up against Master and danced and showed off for him. Master flagged and hypnotized his pup with his power and perfection. I felt the butterflies in me growing and it felt like I was twisting up inside. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be his pup. I’m so grateful to be owned by you, Master. *whimpers* The other dance floor was all black lights and dark which provided ample space for us to be intimate. Master pulled me aside to a more private area and intamacy in there. He adorned my neck with marks of love and ownership. I begged Master for them and cried out “Thank you Master! I need your marks, Master! I love you so much Master!” I moaned louder as Master pressed harder. He pushed me deeper and ordered me on my knees to present his pup. 


My heart was racing and I fell deeper and harder for Master. He led me to the couches and ordered me on his lap. I kissed Master deeply. I held to Master tightly feeling our energies flow and as our lips separated to breath, Angus was over krypto. We held each other tightly falling more in love. Angus and krypto danced together and Angus took care of krypto’s needs at the party. 


I led him to the dance floors and halls for water and fresh air. I was buzzing watching krypto dance for me and letting me take care of him in the early hours of the morning. Krypto even flagged so beautifully for me. His gift made me buzz too. Later, we were able to get onto the lit gogo boxes and flag under the black lights. I was so incredibly hypnotized by krypto’s dancing and flagging as he kept shining. His rump bounced and chest and arms looks like they were growing right in front of me while he glowed under the lights. Thank you for giving me a beautiful display of your art and rhythm, krypto. After dancing we shared more private intimate time with each other. On the couches I strattled krypto and we shared a macro growth fantasy. I kept pushing krypto to grow bigger and he wanted to make me happy. I led krypto through a fantasy where he out grew the theatre quickly. Then Manhattan…The continent… describing to him more and more how and what grew faster. Krypto joined and shared what he would grow bigger. I began to pre on his lap. It was dripping through my pink thong. Krypto was so eager and ready to pick it up. I love you so much, krypto. Thank you for dancing with me and letting me grow you to macro proportions.*buzz* Oh krypto is such a special pup to Angus. He is such a good pup. 

We looked at the time and agreed 6am would be our time to walk back to the hotel. Master returned and made sure angus made kt hoke safely. I resumed place at Master’s feet and thanked Master. I was whimpering as we talked about how much fun and how amazing BRÜT was. I love you so much, Master.  We had such an incredible time. Thank you for an this exceptional evening. Master led us back to the hotel and after we fell asleep to get ready to close our pride weekend. 


Sunday

This day was the struggle day. Struggled to eat Shake Shack for brunch, struggled to stay hydrated, and struggled getting to the last pride party.
Despite the behavior of some straight women, the bad music, and overcrowded pier, we really had a wonderful time. Dancing with Master free VIP upgrade from some strangers leaving early, free vitamin water, a less crowded area to flag, and getting to meet some of Masters friends. We left before sunset and headed back to the hotel to rest. We needed to pack and rest for our travel day on Monday would come early. We stayed up in bed that night distracting ourselves from the bad party. I watched endless YouTube videos of flagging in the park to try and find Master  (I did!!!) And Master edited photos of our weekend *swoon*

Monday

It was an emotional “see you soon”. We went separate ways at Penn Station. Master treated me to a protein filled Jamba Juice and bagel with lox and cream cheese. Thank you so much Master. We waited for our trains. Before we knew it, it was time to board. Master to Montreal and myself to Providence. “5 more days pup” Master would keep telling me. *whimpers* I love you Master.

Thank you for joining me on such and incredible weekend and offering me your hand to be proud together. Thank you for your gifts and generosity, Master. I will always feel more lucky and grateful every day to be owned by you, Master. I love you more and more every day Master.

Happy Pride, Master!

forever in service,
angus 

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Fandom: Marvel/Avengers: Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Overweight Reader

Warning: Mentions bullying, angst

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  Hiiiii! Love your blog! Could you please do a one-shot with Peter Parker x Overweight reader where he’s her boyfriend but they go to different schools so he doesn’t know that she’s bullied but one day she starts crying and he makes her happy again… Sorry if it is very specific but I’m in real need of something like this now, thank you!

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Cryptid Profile: The Herrington Lake Eel-Pig

Back in 1925, Kentucky Utilities set out to build a damn by flooding the Dix River, a tributary of the Kentucky River. The resulting dam would be known as Dix Dam and the soon to be created lake would forever be known as Lake Herrington. At the time, the dam was regarded as an major engineering accomplishment as it was the largest earth filled dam at the time. Upon completion of the dam, Lake Herrington filled up and took on a maximum depth of 249ft (making it the deepest lake in Kentucky) and covered 2,335 acres (nearly 4 miles).

Like every large man made Lake in North America, Lake Herrington is known as an excellent spot for fishing. The lake contains a high number of different species of fish including catfish, hybrid striped bass, crappie, and bluegill. But there is said to be one aquatic creature in the lake many fishermen hope to never encounter face to face, a creature known as the Eel-Pig.

Almost immediately after the creation of the lake, people from the surrounding area claimed to see the Eel-Pig swimming within. The creature is most often described as being roughly 15ft long with a body like that of an eel and a skin tone/pattern reminiscent of a speckled fish. It is said to be as fast as a boat at times, and also possess a stubby pig-like snout and a somewhat curly tail which are both seen poking out above the water when the creature is in the area.  

While many people have claimed to see the Eel-Pig since the 1920’s, the creatures existence wasn’t thought of as possible until a sighting was made in 1972 by a University of Kentucky professor. Lawrence S. Thompson, who owned a lake home on Herrington, stated that he had seen the Eel-Pig swimming around the area on multiple occasions and that after his many sightings, the species of the creature remained unknown. Upon hearing the news that a university professor had witnessed a monster in the lake, the newspaper The Louisville Courier made quick work of setting up an interview. Asking the professor if he truly believed that what he had seen was a real monster, Thompson responded by saying, “it’s only a monster in the sense that one would call an alligator a monster if they had never seen one before.

While sightings of the Eel-Pig are said to continue, there have been no sightings as prominent as Professor Thompson’s in 1972. This means that for over 92yrs, nobody has figured out what the monster is or was. There are however many theories as to what the Eel-Pig could be. These range from the always outrageous to the possibly believable. Some people claim that during the flooding of the Dix River, Kentucky Utilities inadvertently opened up passage to a series of underground limestone caves in which this species of Eel-Pig already existed. Others think that the monster is actually a prehistoric relic that originally lived in the Mississippi River but made its way down the Kentucky River while following a food source. The monster then became trapped in Lake Herrington after Dix Dam was built. Both interesting and entertaining theories, but realistically improbable.

Other more grounded theories include possibly misidentified alligator gar or other fish species, a real pig that was seen swimming in the lake and misidentified as a monster, a simple prank that took on a life of its own, or an out of place alligator. While it is easy to laugh off at first, it should be noted that out of place alligators often turn up in unlikely places across multiple states. It is really not that hard to believe that an alligator made its way up the Mississippi River and eventually down the Kentucky River into Lake Herrington. Ample food sources with no natural competition in an area can lead animals down many strange paths that they might not originally go.  

While the Eel-Pig may seem like nothing but a local legend or funny story to some, others feel it is a legit living creature that has just not been identified yet. Like most other lake and river monsters, this one also draws a line between believers and non-believers. Whatever it is though, it doesn’t seem to be bothering anybody and simply enjoys living its life unbothered in the cold dark water of Lake Herrington.

-The Pine Barrens Institute 

fun fact: Pig ‘n a poke isn’t  just a breakfast item, it’s a double euphemism that describes the plot of this episode

Pig 'n a poke is slang for getting a bad deal, which is what Dean got all the Tuesdays he was in Mystery Spot. Back in the olden days people would go to market and buy a suckling pig to raise. The shop owner would put the piglet into a bag, or poke, for them to carry home. But if the customer wasn’t paying attention the shop owner might cheat them by putting a cat in the poke instead. The customer would go home, open the poke to retrieve their pig but instead a cat would run out of the bag. That’s why let the cat out of the bag is slang for revealing a secret

When Gabriel ate his pancakes with strawberry syrup instead of his usual maple he let the cat out of the bag. And because Sam was being vigilant and noticed this he didn’t get stuck with another pig 'n a poke Tuesday

You’re a fatty, but you’re in big denial.
You’ll button up your pants, with the button ready to pop right off.
Saying “it still fits!”
Any big stuffing you’ll do, you will try to suck it in so nobody sees how much of a piggy you’ve been- and finally let out your belly behind closed doors, heavy breathing and leaning back.
Your clothes get smaller, belly hanging out.
In public you’re just a Lil chubby or thin, but in private, you’re such a huge pig.
You’ll blush and giggle at anyone who pokes your belly, or gives attention to it~

#HousCon J2 Auto Stories

The autos themselves were pretty standard really. We didn’t have anything really special this time to stand out or warrant a lengthy conversation. I bought an Attitudes in Reverse shirt & had everyone sign it, except for Jensen who I had sign our op. When Jared signed the shirt, I told the handler that he could sign it anywhere there was room. So, he signed it on the graphic right next to the AKF, which is super cute. Then he winked at me & we both said thank you. My mom had purchased a beer coaster from the vendor Lisa Was Here for each auto. They’re super cute graphic illustrations depicting significant locations from the show. For Jared, we picked the Night Owl hotel & for Jensen the Pig In a Poke sign. Jared really liked his coaster. He said ‘that’s so cool!’ and signed really small at the top so he wouldn’t ruin the picture. So cute. Jensen just kind of smiled at his in acknowledgement. He was SUPER smiley at everyone and greeted us each with ‘Hey, how ya doing!’ instead of his usual ‘Hi’. He was also chewing on a piece of candy or something with his mouth open. It was hot. 

The highlight of my autos was really when we got in behind Jared’s curtain. I had seen him exclaiming over a girl’s art (I think it was a painting) I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I think he took a pic of it with his phone. From what I could see, I think there was a shirtless Dean. She left & we stepped forward. I was watching Jared, but somehow I looked up when all of a sudden here comes Jensen sauntering up to Jared’s table. Watching that man walk is a religious experience. Anyway, he came right up behind Jared and grabbed him in what looked like was going to be a headlock, but turned into a really sweet hug with Jensen’s arm around his neck & his chin on his shoulder. Jared was in the middle of signing & didn’t really react, just smiled softly. It’s like he knew Jensen was there the whole time. Jared finished with the fan and exchanged quips with Jensen as he moved around to the front of Jared’s table. Directly in front of me :D Jared asked him if he was done already, Jensen said ‘Almost, just taking a break.’ He was NOT almost done. We were row E & hadn’t gotten to him yet. Jared then said ‘Hey! I just saw a picture of you with abs!’ Jensen didn’t hear him & LEANED OVER the table for him to repeat it giving those of us behind him a delightful view. He then said ‘I haven’t had abs since 1992!’ and walked out the door. Jared said ‘yeah, more like 19….30′ while looking at me since Jensen was already gone. 

I can’t with them. Just can’t.

Sir Hugsalot

This one’s for Precious, @saved-by-the-notepad​, because she she deserves a lot of hugs and a Hugsalot of her own <3


Monsoon was a neutral season in the Avengers Tower. While summer meant hogging the pools and cribbing about sunburns, fall meant Natasha glaring at anyone talking about Halloween (Clint simply said Budapest, like that explained all of Natasha’s quirks), and spring was Thor’s paradise while the others watched out for Loki. Winter, by unspoken agreement, was nobody’s favorite.

But monsoon, that was the neutral zone. There was no rule during monsoon, except for Clint’s rules because an unleashed and unrestricted Clint was always a danger to the constantly bleak Avengers PR. Other than those, there were no rules and no set traditions that came to be. It was a quiet season, one where even the loudest ruckus was always tinged by a subdued air. There was no rhyme or reason to it, but Tony always reckoned that it was the rain that brought it. Rain was always moody to the genius; it always flitted between being playful and alive, and morose and stoic. Tony often caught Steve or Thor gazing at the windows, watching a lone raindrop trickle down. Like they were watching some invisible reflection cry.

It was a neutral zone, but not one that Tony always felt comfortable about. He knew his team well enough, despite what a suspicious Hill said, to say that they were all sad creatures wrapped in manic energy and insane power. They weren’t happy by nature, no matter what people saw in a boisterous Thor or a cheeky Clint. Or maybe they were and the job sucked that out of him. He didn’t really know. All he knew was that they had enough of rain dampening their moods on a general range.

He knew that. He also knew that it wasn’t something changeable. But it never sat well with him, as he watched them brood openly - the way he did in hiding in his workshop. 

This irk was fine as it was, if Tony’s itch for some madness hadn’t combined with it one dark evening. He had been watching Steve surreptitiously, as one does when hoping to avoid being caught red handed by the greatest crush of one’s life. The supersoldier had been gazing listlessly at the window, a sketchbook in hand and lost expression on his face. Steve’s sketches reflected his moods, Tony knew that. He also knew that at the moment, Steve’s sketches would be the personification of melancholy. 

It had been sheer dumb luck, as he would explain to Rhodey later, that Natasha and Bruce had been watching Big Hero 6 at that time. Natasha had a strange affection to animation and Bruce was the only one who never acted weird about it, so it was a routine between them to watch an animated movie on the quiet nights. 

“ Hairy baby! Hairy baaaby!”, a lilting robotic voice drew his attention to the large screen and Tony watched as a loopy Baymax petting a grumpy but purring cat with an adoring expression.

“Health care, your pers… personal Baymax companion..” the adorably drunk sounding big balloon of fluff reminded Hiro and…

Tony sat up straight and felt a lightening zing in his brain. His mind raced through the concept and its implications. A personal care provider, he thought with growing excitement. A walking marshmallow who could do the things that Tony knew his team needed but couldn’t do for them himself. The hugging and the caring and the comforting…

“Yess,” Tony hissed in excitement and raised an eyebrow when both Bruce and Natasha shushed him without looking back from their spot. Scrambling to his feet and mind already working over the idea, Tony shot one last look at a somber looking Steve and shot out of the floor with his workshop in mind.

He was going to make monsoon happy goddammit, even if he had to engineer a Disney character modification for it.

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“It’s Big Foot,” Sam said after an hour of observing Tony’s masterpiece. Tony’s eye twitched and he suppressed the urge to pour his smoothie down Sam’s head with great restraint. Great restraint.

“It’s not Big Foot,” Tony said in what he thought was a perfectly reasonable tone but Sam’s raised eyebrow hinted that it wasn’t coming out too well, “It’s a StarkPal. A companion with the highest emotional, physical, and mental health care giving capability.”

“It still looks like Big Foot,” Sam shrugged and Tony shot an unrepentant Rhodey a glare from his stool for inflicting this one him. When he had asked Rhodey to come by to see his latest invention, he had not expected him to bring his new boyfriend and Tony’s not-so-secret-secret-friend-and-teammate with him. In an attempt to play civil, Tony had asked Sam for his opinion on the invention.

Biggest mistake of his life in the past three days.

“It looks non threatening,” Tony retorted and Sam shot him a wry look.

“It has an armor. It’s literally wearing an armor,” he pointed as the seven foot tall bot that had a golden armor. Thankfully, it wasn’t metal and seemed more like padding than anything else.

“It looks majestic,” Tony hissed, because he had a thing for armors. Surprising to no one.

“It looks like a Yeti who just got knighted,” Rhodey offered from the workshop couch and Tony really, truly hoped that his best friend would be bitten by that missing bug that Tony forgot to take out last week,

“It’s not…it’s a care companion!” Tony gestured towards the white and gold bot with large blue eyes. That was totally not inspired from any supersoldier.

“I’m not saying it’s not cool,” Sam said with a small grin and hopped up to circle around the bot with sharp eyes, “It’s pretty cool. And sure, the idea is pretty awesome, even if you got it from Disney.”

“They totally got Hiro from me,” Tony countered and Sam raised his hands in mock surrender even though his eyes were warm and laughing.

“Sure, man,” he nodded and looked back over his shoulder at Rhodey, “So, what are we calling Tony’s latest love gift for Steve?”

“It’s NOT a -” Tony bit out with widened eyes but Rhodey spoke over him.

“Dunno,” Rhodey looked thoughtful, “It looks very Arthurian. Should have an appropriate name.”

“Hmm,” Sam hummed, “Kinda like a knight?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey nodded and looked at Tony, “Any suggestions, lover boy?”

Tony ignored the lover boy comment and tilted his head at the bot which was now scanning the three occupants of the place.

“Hugo?” 

“Meh,” Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Lancelot?” Rhodey suggested and the others made unimpressed faces.

“Merlin?”

“No magic,” Tony quipped and remembered the last time magic brought them trouble. Steve was super mad at him that time, for endangering himself and -

“You seem sad,” the bot spoke up and Tony saw Sam jump a bit while Rhodey blinked.

“What?”

“My scans and calculations indicate that you are experiencing an emotion,” the bot explained, gazing calmly at Tony, “It says in my database that the emotion is sadness.”

“Um,” Tony cleared his throat and carefully did not look at the others, “No, I’m -”

“My solutions include a variety of activities and dietary implements, along with conversation with your preferred humans. Or me,” the bot continued, “The first on my list of activities seem to be hugging.”

“Oh no, no , no -” Tony was cut off when the knight-bot stepped forward and carefully embraced him in a warm hug.

“There, there,” the bot cooed and patted the genius on his head while gently swaying with him in its arms. 

“Oh my god,” Sam whispered in an awed tone and Tony tried to get out of the hug but it just…felt…good.

“I think,” Rhodey said after a minute, in his smug tone, “we have a name.”

Tony just knew that his magnificent invention was doomed to have the cheesiest name in history.

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“Meet Sir Hugsalot”

Hugsalot waved in a half circular hand motion and then did it again when Clint waved back with an amused expression.

“Is this…what is this?” Bruce asked as he took in the seven foot armored marshmallow like bot, “Is this your version of Baymax?”

“It’s an improved version of Baymax,” Tony corrected as though offended and Bruce shared a quick look with Natasha, “This is a StarkPal. Fully functional, real, and marketable.”

“Wait, you’re selling robot friends now?” Clint asked with a choked laugh as he observed Hugsalot with curious eyes.

“Not…yet,” Tony hedged before continuing, “This is a prototype, and I thought, who better to test on than my favorite pigs?”

“We’re you favorite?” Natasha asked deadpanned and Tony winked at her like the completely reckless man he was.

“My favorite guinea pigs,” Tony corrected and moved a bit when Thor came forward to poke at Hugsalot.

“Hello, Sir Hugsalot,” Thor boomed and extended an arm to the bot, “It is an honor to meet you.”

“Hello, Thor,” Hugsalot replied in a voice that Tony thought sounded a bit like Leonard Nimoy, “I must complement you on your attire today. You look resplendent in this shade of red.”

“You taught it to flirt?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at Tony but Thor simply laughed with joy, always liking it when somebody complemented him.

“Tony, he is a great companion indeed!” Thor turned to Tony and clapped him on the back before turning to Hugsalot.

“Well, this is going to be entertaining,” Clint commented and Tony noticed that Steve had been the only one to stay silent through the entire demonstration, noting the supersoldier watching the bot with an unreadable expression.

—–

Hugsalot, or Hugsie as Clint shortened it, was a hit among the Avengers. It was almost creepy if you thought about it but he had become a faster friend to them than any human had.

He would quietly help Bruce with his balcony garden, talking in soft tones about the latest opera music Bruce was listening to. He would gently provide foot massages and hum lullabies to Natasha as they huddled on the couch. He would help Clint do target practice and would never flinch when Clint tried the cliched apple trick on him. With Thor he would listen endlessly to the numerous battle stories and sometimes laments of romance, always offering warm hugs by the end.

But it was Steve that piqued Tony’s curiosity. Hugsalot simply sat with Steve and did nothing. They would sit together on the roof, Steve sketching the sunset and Hugsie staying quiet beside him. They would spend hours in Steve’s suite, where Steve drew Hugsie on canvas and the bot patiently stayed the perfect muse. Steve never really DID anything with Hugsie. He would never ask for hugs or accept them when offered. He was always polite, always kind with the bot, but he never interacted with it the way Tony had intended for.

And Steve still sat by the window, watching raindrops trickle down the glass.

It ate away at Tony for three weeks, making him feel disappointed with himself and dejected at Steve’s unchanged sadness. He felt incompetent. It was the worst feeling he could feel.

Finally, after three weeks, he lost his patience and cornered Steve in the gym.

“So, you don’t like him?”

Steve looked up from the bag he was decimating and then continued with his boxing.

“What?”

“Hugsalot,” Tony gestured impatiently in the air, “You don’t like him?”

“I never said that,” Steve replied calmly and screw it, Tony never liked calm all that much anyway. He neatly steps between Steve and the bag and raises an eyebrow at the fist that almost hits him. Almost.

“Really?” Steve asked, panting with adrenaline and eyes a stormy azure, narrowing slightly at Tony’s action, “Really, Tony?”

“You wouldn’t hit me,” Tony dismissed the idea with a flick of his hand and stared up at Steve, “Important point is that you don’t like Hugsalot. Which is weird because he’s programmed to be likeable. Natasha likes him, and she doesn’t like most people.”

“She likes you too,” Steve quipped, moving away with grace as he resigned himself to unwrap his hands.

“Yeah, well I’m incomparable, that’s different,” Tony grinned, “I’m an acquired taste and you guys have acquired me by now.”

“Acquired taste,” Steve repeated and shook his head with a small huff of a chuckle, “Like wasabi.”

“You think that would hurt me, but it won’t,” Tony snorted, “Wasabi is a food of the gods according to Thor.”

“Thor…” Steve started to say and Tony raised an eyebrow with a smirk, daring him to say it, but Steve simply rolled his eyes, “..is right, of course.”

“Of course,” Tony echoes with a slightly softer grin and then turns quiet for a minute, watching as Steve goes about drinking his water.

It aches him with the fervor of a physical wound, the inability to be useful or helpful to this man. This man, who Tony knows has shouldered more burden than anyone should be allowed. This man who can decimate a reinforced punching bag with the same ferocity as the gentleness he uses to brush strokes on a plain canvas. This man who had captured all of Tony’s expectations and rules and thrown them out the window the minute he had met him. 

This man whom Tony was madly in love with, for every reason he could thinks of.

“I don’t - “ Tony began and exhaled in a shuddering breath as he collected his disappointed thoughts even as Steve eyed him blankly, “I don’t know what to do.”

Steve doesn’t speak, patient and quiet in his silence and Tony tries again

“I don’t know how to help,” he spoke miserably, shifting his gaze away from Steve and glaring at the floor, “How to fix anything. I don’t know…emotions. They’re too, they’re too hooded for me. I’m not an onion guy, Steve and emotions and feelings, they’re like onions. You have to peel back layer after layer. Sometimes people even wonder if I have any. Emotions, I mean, not onions. But I’ve made enough people cry so I’m guessing I do.”

He took a stuttering breath and continued, looking up but not meeting Steve’s eyes completely.

“Monsoons are neutral for us,” he said and he knew he was blabbering, knew he wouldn’t make sense but he had to get it out, “I mean, we don’t have anything against the rains. It rains, it becomes cloudy, we shrug and move on. We don’t really do anything during monsoons, not here. We’re not…we’re not monsoon people.”

“But,” he drags a hand through his hair and laughs weakly, “it does rain. And it screws up our lives sometimes, that wet blanket. It’s not something we see all that well, because we think, oh if I stay inside and don’t go out, I won’t be drenched. The rain won’t affect me. But it still does, because it always does. It’s stupid and it’s pointless and it doesn’t have any logic but it does. Like a lone raindrop on a window pane, it drags us down.”

Pulling on all of his reserves in courage, Tony looked at Steve, actually looked at him and spoke.

“The thing though,” he said, “the thing to remember though, Cap, is that it’s just one of the seasons. And it can’t rain forever.”

“Tony -” Steve’s eyes are bright, too bright, too wide and Tony has never been able to resist them, even for his stupid hugging bots.

“I wanted you to have a friend,” he said, dragging the words out from some dark cavern of his soul, “You have us, yes, but…it doesn’t seem enough. I wanted you to have more. Somebody who wasn’t screwed up and who, for once, didn’t need you to carry their burden or take care of them.”

“I wanted you to have a friend and I created Hugsalot,” Tony said with a shaky, weak grin.

It’s back to silence and Tony has never done well with it. He has always been noise, always been action,but this, this is all Steve. And for this man, Tony would be anything.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said after a while, too long a while and Tony’s eyes shot up to meet the azure ones that haunted his dreams and made them too.

“What?” he croaked out and Steve let out a small, shaky grin.

“You made me another me, Tony,” he said and Tony - he was gobsmacked. He simply stared at Steve and felt all the silenced thoughts crashing back on him. The eyes, the personality, the warmth of hugs, the idea of a golden armor to protect the bot, the mannerisms. God, he had created his own Steve.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said again and Tony was lost, he was always lost when it came to Steve.

“That’s…that’s a bad idea,” Tony chuckled wetly because what were they discussing anymore. What were they talking about?

“Always liked bad ideas,” Steve shrugged, an easy grin on his face, as though his eyes weren’t shining and his face wasn’t brightening, “Did everything good based on bad ideas.”

“I’m not good at,” Tony waved his hand a bit, “caring.”

“I disagree,” Steve said and tilted his head with a fond expression.

“Or being a friend.”

“Definitely disagree,” Steve chuckled and Tony felt an ache settle, calm down in him.

“Or hugging”

“That,” Steve quipped and finally, finally took a step forward, coming closer to Tony and staring back at him with the fondest expression, “remains a theory to be tested.”

“Yeah?” Tony was definitely not sounding choked but Steve simply nodded, a fringe of blonde hair falling onto his forehead.

“Yeah, and you said something about us being your favorite guinea pigs,” Steve replied and opened his arms with a cheeky expression that had Tony choking out a laugh.

“Guinea pig,” Tony muttered and stumbled forward, unbalanced and yet more steady than ever as he steps up and into a pair of arms that…

…that feel warmer and better than any Hugsalot could ever be.

Steve hummed and tightened his hold lightly, breathing in when TOny snuggled closer into Steve’s chest, burying his face into the man’s chest.

“See?” Steve whispered into Tony’s hair, soft and easy and almost happy, “theory disproved. You’re great at hugging.”

Tony let out a sound, something embarrassing he’s sure, but he didn’t let go and stayed, wrapping his arms tighter around Steve’s waist.

For this man, he would disprove every theory they knew.

—-

Hugsie still lives with the ragtag group of seasonal superheroes who turn out to actually be perennial monsoon people. They’re all a bit damp, a bit of wet blankets, and definitely lone raindrops down window panes. But they also stick around for the clouds to clear and the rainbow that comes out after that.

Well, as Clint says, it’s as good as being hugged by your personal hugging pal.


I hope that this didn’t turn out to be an absolute mess. Lots of love, Precious darling <3 Hope you have a better week ahead :D

Hot for Teacher (Part 2)

And here’s part 2 of my entry for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge!

PROMPT: Teacher Negan
CHARACTERS: Female reader, Beth Greene, Negan, (these following characters are just mentioned) Glenn, Morgan, Sasha, Spencer, Rick, Olivia, Abraham, Rosita, Aaron, Darryl
WORD COUNT: 880
WARNINGS: Language (because it’s Negan, duh), kind of a tense situation involving junior high-aged kids

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You had a fresh outlook for Monday, but when you walked into your classroom, you could tell things hadn’t changed. The kids were spread throughout the room in little groups, each one doing their best to talk over the others. You tried to get them to sit and pay attention, but they ignored you. You went to your desk and sat down, wondering how bad the shitstorm would turn out to be if you just failed everyone.

A sharp, loud clanging noise from outside silenced the room. You tried—and failed—to hide the smile on your face as the kids went for the door, poking their heads into the hall.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!”

You pressed your lips together at the sound of the voice, watching as the kids all turned to each other, one brave soul speaking up.

“Is that Coach Negan?”

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