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buck-nialled · 4 years

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A niall imagine about being inside with him while all This crazy is going on super fluffy

i dont know if you had a particular idea in mind but Y/N is a lil artsy in this one and it is fluffy per your request SO HERE YA GO ANON ENJOY :)) (oh and this also is based around niall’s 3-4hr live he did the other night on insta)

Charcoal Kisses - N. Horan Imagine

It was without a doubt the longest live stream Niall had done in his entire career on Instagram, but he was awake with nowhere to be the next morning along with most of his audience currently attending, so nobody had any real complaints with it. As he perused the song ideas his fans were listing which consisted of various numbers, you sat beside him in your shared bed, a sketchbook you had been meaning to break in for a while now lied in your hands, practically untouched. All the viewers could really see of you was your knee in the frame as you crossed both of your legs together. It was not until Niall readjusted his phone, leaned back and began strumming familiar-sounding chords and busting a rhyme here and there that most of your body was now in view of the twenty thousand people tuning in.

Of course, they begin freaking out, unbeknownst to you who was too caught up in peeking subtle glances now and then at Niall’s head, tilted down slightly. Once you paused your rough sketch to look up at him once more, though, his eyes were already locked onto you and it ignited a vicious fire in your cheeks. “Do ya want to say hi?” Niall questions, before he aims his chin directly to his mobile phone which had picked up every movement from the two of you.

“Oh,” how long had you been in that frame? “Hello,” you send a shy wave to the camera, as a new barrage of comments rolls down the screen. Some were asking what exactly you were doing with the book of blank paper and line of drawing pencils beside you. Though you thought the answer was seemingly obvious, Niall read one of these aloud, therefore making you answer anyway.

“Just drawing.” You were no Picasso, Kahlo, or Warhol by any means. But you did find the activity a relaxing one and have improved most on realism since beginning your venture into the artistic side of yourself. As expected, the comments kept asking what the subject of your sketch was, as if the concentrated looks you had been giving the side of Niall’s face all night weren’t big enough clues. Once again, he passes along the message and asks you himself, “yeah love what are you drawing?” His body leans in closer to yours as his eyes try to peek over the book and take a gander at your drawing. You refused to have him look at it yet, though, and defensively clutched the book to your chest as one of your feet, shielded with a fuzzy sock, comes up and pushes his torso back to where he was originally sitting. Niall decided not to fight it anymore after you rebuke “you don’t let me listen to a song before it’s finished.”

But toward the end of the night, after Niall and you shared a mini-reunion with Julia over the screen, with the thousands of people remaining, you were content with the product in your hands.

“Okay, I think it’s done.” Somehow, Niall still has not caught onto the fact that you were drawing him. Unless his poker face had gotten immensely more believable these past few weeks and you just have not taken notice. But some fans speculated it was him, and were correct, but you did not want to spoil the surprise for the other viewers and more importantly Niall.

“One, two, three!” In a deft move, the sketchbook is spun around in your grip to face Niall, who was looking back at his present-day self. A small gasp left his lips as they slightly parted, before squinting at all of the shading you paid particular detail to and displayed with the charcoal pencils at your disposal.

“Damn, babe.” He whispered, which of course got you smiling all giddy. Now you knew how he felt when you kept finding every possible way to word how much you loved each song on his new album on the day he finally played them for you. From the audience’s view, the angle at which you were holding showed them only a portion of the black and white page. However, it did not take long for the beloved fans to depict the familiar features of your boyfriend’s face, and not too long after even more messages of adorations floated along his phone.

SO BEAUTIFUL OMG

THAT’S SO GOOD!!!

PLS DROP A TUTORIAL RN

While all the fans were overt with their opinions right away, it made you wonder why the person who got a good look at it first and foremost was not saying a single word. Did he find it…bad? Repulsive?

“Is it….” Your voice trailed away, afraid to finish the sentence for him. The corner of his lips pulled up into a smirk as his eyes traveled from the portrait to your eyes.

“It’s like looking in a mirror.” He claims, before taking the book away from your hands to show the viewers the entire piece and it’s detailing. Because it was taking up almost the entire frame, save for his hands and part of his arm, he took the opportunity to lean in and place a sweet, soft kiss to their lips. “It’s beautiful, lover. You’re beautiful.” He mumbles. Your hands take hold of his warm cheeks and you pull him close to you to earn yet another kiss. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” He whispers, before taking the drawing off of the frame to resume reading the lovely comments your work was receiving. As your hands abandoned his cheeks, they flew to cover your mouth to stifle the cackles about to leave you. Smudges in all different hues of gray coated the sides of Niall’s face, but he was too caught up in reading what his fans were saying.

“What?” He glanced at you peculiarly, still choking your laughs down and managing to let your chest have only a couple bounces from laughter. Upon turning back to the screen, he then saw the marks you had left on his face and furrowed his brows utterly perplexed. Fans then caught on to what exactly you two did behind the drawing when Niall held it up, but you were not ashamed by the fact one bit.

“What did ya do t’ me?” He turns his face to the side, observing his ash-colored jawline. Through your giggles, you informed it was from blending the charcoal in the paper. And just to agitate him further, you reach your dark thumb up to swipe the tip of his nose.

“Stop tha’!” He exclaims, encouraging more laughter to flutter from your lips as your stomach begins to cramp up. You then leave both the camera’s frame and Niall’s side to go wash your hands and also wet a washcloth for Niall’s tainted face. When you arrived back beside him, you took notice of the pout on his lips while he grumpily picked at the strings of the guitar.

“Aw,” you cooed with a smile overcoming your face, “did Niall make a mess?” you tease, bringing the cloth up to wipe away the cloudy gray among his cheeks. He just rolled his eyes and let out a huff in response, but did not interrupt you. You paused before the cloth could reach his nose, making him look at you with raised brows.

“You look like a goth Rudolph.” At the comment, Niall grew annoyed enough to snatch the washcloth away from you and finish the job for himself, grumbling something defensive at your teasing. All you could do was laugh along with the fans, who were taking in the entire scene with love for the two of you.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 4

Sunday was a day off, but Erik was wired to get up early and jog around the HBCU campus in his sleeveless white tee and Omega sweats on his way to the campus gym. He ain't say shit to his passed out roommate like he typically would about what he'd done.

"You know....," she paused eyes zoned into his. He ain't know what the fuck she was talking about and stared right the fuck back thinking she better mind her business if she meant who was he fuckin.. "Erik," she laughed, "Stop playing.. you know what I'm talking about..."

"Sup Pete," he called to a nigga from his physics class.

"Hey..," Pete grunted tryna squat a barbell and Erik had to pause and watch. He hadn't seen him there before and judging by his build, he was brand new to weights. The more they talked, Erik started to coach him, recommending a starting weight and talking him through reps. He learned that Pete had been turned down by some girl and was tryna make gains, convinced no girl wanted a boney nigga. Erik couldn't dispute that he got way more bitches with a six pack than without.

Instead of disputing, Erik passed down an old routine he'd started when he himself was a beginner watching Pete type it into a note on his phone before starting his own workout. Even more than performing on the yard, he liked working out. The gym was his second home. If being a chemical engineer didn't work out, he'd be a personal trainer.

The issue was when he left the gym, thoughts and issues returned. He still felt a little thrown. He'd stroked a bitch yesterday and left her very visibly confused and disoriented which, honestly... wasn't the big deal. That was a typical Saturday for him. But it wasn't just any girl, it was a delta soror. Engine RED. She seemed upset...

He seemed to be misjudging her a lot and he hoped it ain't fuck with their ability to coexist. He ain't need the drama of her badmouthing him to other women. She knew a lot of fine ones, she had influence.

"I shoulda just rabbit-fucked her," he grumbled on his walk back. "Shoulda broke her shit up and let that be it."

At least she couldn't say he had a little dick or a weak stroke, she just.. wasn't feeling it.

"Hey, boo!"

Erik turned to see a chocolate doll jogging his way. Her first response was to reach up to hug him around his neck, grinning up at him like she'd won a free cruise.

"Luna.." He wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Why you ain't call me? I missed you," she pouted. "Where you been?"

"Around.. Been caught up with studying and practices, you know how shit go."

"Oh. Yeah..," she fake smiled as he stared. "...That's okay. Hey, you wanna tell me something?"

"Tell you what," he asked suddenly defensive.

"I promise you I dont.."

"ERIK," she squealed. "Boy stop I'm serious!"

"Look I gotta go. I'll catch you later."

She was still smiling for no reason when he walked away, it was weird. He wanted no parts and that was what he told his boy Geo when he saw him at the caf. Geo laughed, finding it hilarious.

"Yo chill," Erik muttered drinking his coke. He put his arm out for his boy to stop but Geo was on a roll talking shit about Luna. They had a class together so he knew all about her.

"That's what happens when you fuck them weird girls! Harry Potter ass bitch. Lord of the Rings ass bitch. They get attached and think you their weird lil friend," he whispered, twiddling his fingers before sputtering, making Erik roll his eyes to keep his composure.

"Aye! We like Harry Potter round here," Erik retorted. It was funny but he ain't wanna laugh though Geo already knew he was dying inside.

"Next thing you know..," Geo swallowed tryna collect himself from tearing up. "She whispering shit in latin.. and doing weird shit with her hands," he coughed imitating a girl they'd seen the other day, playing with her own fingers in her own world. Erik spit his drink tryna keep a straight face but failed as he pointed at Geo who was in tears.

"Fuck you, she nice," Erik laughed wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

In organic chem, Erik's hand moved fast across his paper. He was scheduled to tutor a guy directly after class on what they'd learned all the way up to chemical reactions and then he had to do his often work. It was only after all of that that he had time to think about his current relationship with Brit. Were they friends now? Regular fuckbuddies?

"Oooh, fuck yew, she nice," Geo mocked in a small wimpy voice. "I like Harry Pott-" he couldn't even finish without laughing with his head down and Erik squeezed his shoulder trying not to fall from laughing with him. He was wrong for that. He ain't even like Luna he was just fuckin on her for something to do. Ain't nobody he knew really fuck with Luna like that. She was weird as hell!

"You evil," Erik teased putting it all on Geo as he walked away with tears in his own eyes.

"Stop fuckin Color Purple ass bitches, Erik," Geo yelled still laughing. "You and me must neva paht," he sang doing the hand thing. Erik was done.

It was Monday when he saw Luna again in passing and she looked highly upset, looking away where she'd usually go overboard to make eye contact. When he asked her what was the problem it turned out yesterday had been her birthday which was why she was being so weird. She'd told him multiple times over the past week but he'd been so caught up with Greek shit and the fact that.. he didn't really care.. that he'd forgot. It explained her mood though. "Oh damn my bad shorty.. Happy Birthday," he granted before moving on. He didn't even know how old she was.

Wednesday was when he saw Brit again. He was hanging with his nigga Josh who'd pledged kappa and a few folks from Josh's criminal justice class at the picnic tables. They were cool. That was when the pretty brown skin girl he'd been making eyes at at the table looked off and Erik followed her gaze.

"BRITT-ANYYYY, GIIIRLL," she cheered, dancing in her seat and Erik's eyes widened seeing Brit approach, giggling in cahoots with the girl as she danced up to the table. This was a little awkward. Erik hesitated, thinking of making an excuse to walk away. He could be literally anywhere else so it was no big deal to just leave. Making eye contact, she nodded at him as if there was no bitterness or bad feeling.

"Sup Erik," she smiled and there was no change from how she'd been acting from jump. Had he gotten her wrong again?

"Sup RED," he grinned looking her red delicious ass up and down as she stood with her hand on her hip in a red cut out blouse with white pants. She wore that same signature red lipstick and then he noticed... her hair was in a ponytail today.

"Oh did I mess your hair up," he blurted watching the flash in her eyes as well as the neck whip of Josh who looked very interested. "I know when I'm practicing, I play too much," Erik added making the sexual wording seem like an accident...

"Oh for a minute..," Josh scoffed, smirking as he looked between the two. "Hm.. nevermind."

"Yeah, keep your mind out the gutter," Brit scolded. Erik was thoroughly entertained. He remained on good behavior for the next 20 minutes and then it was time to head to class.

"Hey Erik," Brit called to his back as he was already 8 feet away. He turned back. "We should hang more often."

The meaning wasn't lost on him though no one else thought anything of it. Looked like he hadn't fucked it up afterall.

"Good fuckin wit you," he smirked causing her to smile at their shared secret.

"You two need to use better word choices," one of the guys smirked. That was Erik's cue to go to class before he said some more shit.

Most importantly, he thought he'd fucked things up with her but no. She was cool.. legitimately cool. In fact, he could see them kickin it just because they genuinely got along. It only took 20 minutes of going back and forth at the picnic table to realize they had a similar sense of humor. That was something they shared.. other than having lips of fire.

Speaking of, he wanted those again. When he reached his dorm room. He decided to kick his roommate out and he called Brit.

"Hey. Come to my room, you know where it is?"

"No and I'm not going over there. You can come here, you know where I am," she said hanging up. He stared at the phone like it was possessed. The girl had lost her mind talking like he didn't just make her toes curl last week. She'd been touched by an angel.

He could see he'd have to do some reminding.

"Tuh. No we won't." He had his bag of tricks and none of them were for kids. "You want me to fuck you, fuck you then nah it's finna sound like National Geographic on here."

"Matterfact," he muttered, hastily going through his belongings. He assembled a kit. A 'don't you ever on your life' kit consisting of items specifically chosen to carry out his plan, shoved down in a drawstring bag. He showered briefly before throwing on new briefs with the same outfit and he was out the door headed to her building. He texted when he arrived for her to escort him up.

"Sup," he nodded to her roommate whose name he'd already forgotten. There was another girl in there as well and he wondered why there were so many people.

"You don't mind them hearing you," he asked looking out the bedroom before Brit came and shut the door.

"Nah, they cool. Besides, we'll keep it down," she eyed sternly.

"I want it like last time actually, that shit was good," she smiles.

"What?"

"Like last time... do it like that."

He was twice as confused. Her entire speech last time was about why he shouldn't fuck like that and suddenly she was telling him he should.

"Am I having a stroke...?" She was playing too many games.

"No, but I'm ready for you to stroke me, nice and slow. Do it like last week.."

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said last week, I changed my mind. I'm a woman, it's what we do," she said heading to her bed to take off her clothes. This time he watched as she pulled her blouse over her head. He still helped with the hooks of her bra.

"Did you know you was gone get dick today," he questioned.

"Pfft.. No. Why?"

Her panties matched her bra. That was rare in the women he fucked. He just shook his head. "Nothing.. lay down."

Laying her back with his hand, he had a full view of her like before. He opened his bag up and her eyes started to question immediately.

"What's that," she asked quickly.

"A bag."

"But what's IN it?"

"Your orgasm. Want it?"

"Not like that," she frowned. "Uh uh. I don't know what you reaching for but we got everything we need between us. Just do what you did last time."

Damn, he couldn't experiment?

Thinking about it, he figured it would make sense.. her wanting to experience sex the way she had her first time. Maybe she needed to know if her cumming like that was a fluke. Yeah. It made more and more sense the more he thought of it. He'd humor her... it was only her second time afterall.

"Aight, it's a rematch then," he nodded approaching the bed. He opened the bag again, but this time she didn't comment and he pulled out his condom, setting the bag on her nightstand.

#erik killmonger x oc #black panther killmonger #killmonger #erik killmonger smut #original

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bledmagic · 3 years

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**the following is no way indicative of direct rp interactions & is solely referring to the personal canon to idrylla. if your muse wants to refer to the closeness of one of the companions listed here by all means, unless you are holding another rper muse in mind as that connection is different & not based upon these by the interactions idrylla & that muse has had. however if you would like to base interactions on these descriptions with your muse def lemme kno & we can plot on this further !

idrylla is not the only focus of the story, they are one of many that line the cast of our main tale & the interactions between idrylla & these characters drive the story forward or back. as the game still rests within the area of early access & there are hints from datamining of future companions this list is not complete nor is it going to contain anything proper beyond act 1 in terms of connections. with the previous statement said, here is each of our companions & the relationships held with idrylla as per the canon to their character & me. **i will note if i have romanced a npc like this, as the game is in early access n just like in who’s line is it anyway the choices n points dont matter there is no canon romance for idrylla at this moment in time.

LAE’ZEL: idrylla has very few memories of the nautilus. their capture, their containment, & the escape itself is somewhat of a blurry mess. what they do remember is lae’zel. they remember her face, her struggling, her escaping that pod. they saw the moment the mind flayer infected lae’zel & the fear held within the githyanki’s features. all of this is unspoken between the two, but for idrylla it’s spurned a lot of emotions that have boiled down to pushing idrylla to get close to lae’zel & be quite defensive of her with strangers( shadowheart can make a few insults as a treat, lae’zel in return can make some serious threats in return as a treat ). it is with the first weeks of travel idrylla can be found hanging out along side lae’zel like a safety net, finding the familiarity of their escape as a bridge to base a friendship upon. despite that link that idrylla has tied between them they find lae’zel absolutely delightful in every way possible & considers lae’zel probably the closest friend idrylla has had in years, the honesty lae’zel shows in the most blunt way a refreshing change from the passive aggressiveness of the wizards guild peers. beyond all this, lae’zel is also the first githyanki has ever known & has prodded the poor warrior with a multitude of questions to absorb the info like a weird elf sponge, even going out of their way to learn on their own & ask lae’zel about later on. idrylla holds lae’zel’s opinon in high regard & often will ask her or look to her for her advice & even if not followed takes it in consideration. anyways they are best friends. ( lae’zel: we are not ‘friends’ / idrylla: you’re right. we are best friends, pal. / lae’zel: tch. ) **lae’zel has been romanced

SHADOWHEART: while idrylla did try to save shadowheart from her pod, idrylla also has particularly failed at every turn to get shadowheart to even attempt to trust them. traditionally anyway. since the common ground of the parasite & needing to team up & trust each other has failed to get shadowheart to loosen up, idrylla has taken the approach to just be a utter nuisance to shadowheart. often chiding the other with jokes or teases, stirring up trouble between shadowheart & lae’zel, forcing shadowheart to go talk to people at parties( notable example is when idryl forced shadowheart to dance with them at the big fun tiefling celebration party in which shadowheart was so emabrassed she probs would have died on the spot if she wasnt actually having fun the whole time ), etc etc. shadowheart stresses idrylla out, so tightly wounded & clearly bothered by something that is clearly at times more dire than the worm in their brain. it activates idrylla’s older sibling mode near instantly as often the fussing of the other reminds idrylla very warmly of their younger siblings, one being very similar to the uptight cleric. when shadowheart does breakdown some of those walls & reveals her religious beliefs idrylla presents themselves as very accepting. while agnostic themselves, they do make a point to show they hold no ill will to shadowheart & support them, but more importantly wants shadowheart to learn to rely on them from then on to be more honest about anything. it’s after this shadowheart tends to be less antagonistic toward idrylla. but only a little less.

WYLL: idrylla noted early on that the “”””stone”””” that rests in his socket has a heartshaped looking pupil & annoyingly( to everyone except wyll himself ) calls him hearteye. as a baldurian they are very well versed in knowing the various tales & stories of the blade of frontiers. wyll is idrylla’s favorite drinking companion & the two get along like a pair of bros in a budding bromance that will make the fans go crazy. wyll holds a hard sense of justice that idrylla tends to think of a buzzkill at times, but does value the pull of morality his chiding holds considering her own moral standing at current is fuzzy at best. she does truly worry about how skiddish he tends to be about his guarded secrets & once learning upon the truth they promise to aid them in his quest to save his ‘totally not devil girlfriend’ & when wyll protests about such a title idryl simply responses ‘oh no i totally get it, hearteye.’ with a laugh & wink. idrylla also has wyll teach them the use of the blade, taking those teachings & applying them to their learnings of the staff as a weapon vs a channel for magic. often one can see them sparing in camp on down time. wyll is also the only one of the companions who gave idrylla a proper condolence when idrylla’s less than tragic backstory is revealed to the the companions, to which idrylla who was properly touched thanked him with a hand to their heart & a ‘aww, thanks man. you’re a real one.’

ASTARION: idrylla is far softer on astarion than they should be & they will deny it. usually such a judgement of letting astarion getting away with ( in most cases, literally ) murder is preceded by a loud groan or sigh. it’s not that idrylla wants to dull astarion’s sparkle, but more of a general worry. the more idrylla learns of him, the more & more they just feel bad( astarion: i rather be spared of pity, thanks / idryl: it’s not pity. i don’t pity you its just. well hearing that shit that happened to you ? makes me sick, man. horrible things to go through. makes me want to hit something. ). but the primary worry is what will happened to their newfound friend once the parasite is extracted, will astarion burn up in the sun ? prevented from hanging out with them at bars ? will they not be able to find something for him to eat on the journey they set on ? idrylla has no real way to comfort astarion in the face of his past & it makes them uncomfortable. all that can be offered is a arm about his shoulder & a ear to listen. beyond all this, however, the two get along disturbingly well. idrylla’s current fuzzy moral standing & general pull to do really stupid things setting a stage for the two of them to act in their own chaotic fashion. the two make comments with each other that would make people wonder if they share a braincell. idrylla often pulls lae’zel into their shenanigans much to her dismay. the fact that astarion is a vampire spawn has absolutely zero negative effect or reaction from idrylla. **astarion has been romanced

GALE: i hate these two. considering gale being a wizard busybody i have to do the most divergent shit with this mf. love this catdad, anyways here go. gale & idrylla absolutely know of each other prior to the events of the game & have a loving rivalry friendship thing going on. they have met a few times due to the wizarding guild( take in mind, this wizard guild is something im developing for idrylla & is not canonical to the game ) of which gale would visit, but is not apart of, due to his associations. the two never had a proper moment of conversation prior but are as i said, very aware of each other at least in terms of their talents in magic. so whilst there is a pre-established link between them they are without a doubt strangers. their rivalry comes out at any time magic is spoken about or knowledge thereof. a interesting change in demeanor for idrylla who, for all intents & purposes before & during the events, tended to not have a proper ambitious or know-it-all bone in their body. the two will often agree about magic or purposely disagree. they speak of other wizards & generally are capable of working together to figure out spells or something magical in puzzles. when gale says that idrylla knows nothing about the weave, it took everything in idrylla to not set him on fire. when faced with the truth about gale’s utterly stupid need to consume magic & the reason behind it, idrylla simply just starts smacking him on the arm & calling him an idiot( considering idrylla’s recent expulsion from the wizarding guild spurred on by peers that are power hungry & would do whatever they could to get ahead, the ordeal of gale sits very heavy on idrylla. while they does apologize later & explains the why. ). over time the two have gotten less antagonistic to each other & more or less bicker for the fun of it, showing that the two have found themselves more or less comfortable with each other & in their aventures found respect in each other’s talents. so far anyway. idrylla has threatened to steal gale’s cat( in jest to make gale wig out. )

#( meta / lore. )#( we do not reblog my bullshit. )#IT IS HERE I HAVE DONE THE THING

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huntsman-ash · 3 years

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LiveThoughts: RWBY V8E6

Second attempt at this since last time Chrome just DIED for no reason...

Im going to put literally the entire thing with Cinder under one note; Called it.

Its a great set of stuff, sure, but it doesnt relaly tell us anything we didnt already know about Cinder, and I personally feel it doesnt really explain why she turned out the way she did. I feel like we’ve had another weird twist of the situation again...M+K? Coronas fault? Who knows. Either way, this section isnt great by my taste and I kinda skipped most of it.

Few things to note though; Apperently in Mistral scrubbing by hand is still more viable floor cleaning tech than using Dust.

The wind vane on the roof has the Rooster Teeth symbols rooster on it.

The hotel Cinder is bought by is named the Glass Unicorn, fittingly enough for...several reasons.

The coffees behind the stepsisters when we first see them are the animated versions of the real life stuff RT put out just before this season went live.

No one seems to notice the fact cinder has orange eyes. I wonder if weird eye colors are just a THING in Remnant?

The control collar/shock thing is incredibly inefficient in design, since it doesnt actually hold on to her very well. A more effective brace/choker design would have worked better.

The song that goes on during all of this is...kind of obvious and a little bland? Fitting for younger Cinder I guess.

Mmm. Random greasy huntsman.

I guess in Atlas its fine to laugh at struggling teenagers?

Im going to assume there’s a 3+ year gap here where she gets older, cause she stops being smol and gets closer to how we see her now.

Also even here, in Atlas...really? The most effective way to clean these carpeted floors is to have a TEENAGER SCRUB THEM BY HAND?

How do you scrub...I assume its carpet anyway?

And how you tell civilians are lame in Atlas; they are impressed...by a sword. Just a sword. A boring, half-cut sword. Losers.

I assume this would be Cinder’s semblance manifesting. Also note on the desk; “we do not serve faunus”. Well THAT doesnt surprise me.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Get fucked Cinder. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

I dont even feel pity for her, this is funny to me. Also the fact that this kind of shit aCTUALLY EXISTS is...amusing to me. Like, really? So I guess indentured servitude is a thing in Remnant too.

And this is why Cinder likes to use swords. Really. Wow. LAMEO.

Huh. Dual maces. Interesting. Thats a prety cool weapon. Looks like they open up too. Bet he could bash some skulls with that.

“Hurting them isnt going to make your life any better”. Um, excuse me? I think hurting them is the very best thing to do in this situation. At least, for the moment anyway.

Huh. So she’s ten at this point? Even as a child, shes older than she looks.

And training montage. Huh. Or at least I assume it is. I get the feeling being able to go where you want too and do what you want too is the main reason Hunters exist. There must be crazy tight immigration laws...or, maybe, its just that traveling between kingdoms is stupid dangerous cause of Grimm. I think the latter is most likely considering every form of public transit extra-kingdom we’ve seen (even between cities, see Argus Limited) has some kind of defensive weaponry. Limited and ineffective, for th emost part oddly.

So you can take the exam at 18. Okay cool. Pre-that must be prep school. Wonder what happens if you wash out? Also I like how this dude is just “yeah, 7 years of training, we got this.”

I think this is the first time we’ve seen the other side of the moon. Or at least, the proper other side...bloody hell I STILL dont know how all those piesces are still held in place, the thing looks like it should start yeeting bolides at Remnant.

Better still we see it MOVE, rotate in time to the passing of years. So it literally does rotate on its own axis, and more importantly, unlike OUR moon, its NOT tidally locked. We only ever see the same side of our moon. REmnants rotates MUCH faster. Also it doesnt seem to have phases like ours does. I’ll check on why that is.

Well at least we have an explanation for why Cinders so damn good at fighting people. Trained by an Atlas Huntsman.

Also as a note the device is quite literally just an electrical Dust crystal attached to a necklace. Things the most inefficent torture device Ive ever fucking seen.

Wonder how often they have to change the crystal.

And there goes the moon rotating again.

I like how NO ONE comment on the blade going missing and that guy never came back for it. I guess he must have just bought a new one.

I get the very distinct feeling they wont just let her go honestly, permission or not.

AWWW WE DONT EVEN GET TO SEE CINDER MURDER THE SISTERS. Also no blood. Odd. Good kill on the stepmother though. Oh, that NECK CRACK. I like how all the bitch can do is try and shock Cinder, like, uh...adrenaline up? SHE HAS A SWORD? MAYBE FIGHT BACK?

Hah. Weak ass fuckin Atlas people. Also the clock going off in the back ground twelve times. How fitting. Welcome to midnight.

Also shes kind of glowing here cause the room is dark, and I find it amusing this is probably the last time she wears white.

And THERES the Cinder we know

Sick ass music, cool. Also THAT is an interesting semblance...I guess he turns himself to metal? Also DAMN his aura broke after THAT? Hes a Huntsman...ah who cares. Again probably in Cinders memory more than anything. Which at this point is probably about as reliable as a coked up hookers.

SHANKED. Sucker. You shoulda seen THAT one coming.

And thats all it took to get the shock collar off. Lol.

So what happened to the hotel? Did they just...write it off? I mean four people got murdered in there...

And now we’re back on the whale. HOW THE SCREAMING FUCK DID CINDER JUST...

Wow. She just got up after eating that blast. Fucking plot armor.

Merc making the hard calls honestly. Im actually gonna watch all of this now which is nice because I want to know whats happening in the real world. PITY MORE THAN HALF THE EPISODE WAS THIS FUCKING FILLER.

I like how Cinder just...goes quiet the moment she realizes shes lost Mercury. Not that he was USEFUL mind you but if I had to guess she liked being the boss. But now shes...basically back where she started.

So the whale is basically a ship. It has a bridge. Probably Salems throne room.

Man, Oscars literally just RTs punching bag this season isnt he? Literally in this case.

His clothes are still scortched too which I find interesting. The black eyes also staying. Auras not back up then? Aura repair and regen seems...werid half the time. Like RT does what they want with it.

Ah so someone finally says it...but at the same time what exactly does Salem have to fear? If she cant fight the whole world...what could they do? Maybe overwhelming her? It...Im having a hard time putting the “she cant be stopped” with “shes afraid of fighting all of Remnant”.

Somethings missing here. I know it.

The sound of the “door” opening reminds me of the Flood doors in High Charity in Halo 3s Cortana. Fleshy twisting.

Mention from Hazel, but AGAIN...no details. I guess if you nail down how she can do stuff its harder to write?

Glad someone made a comment on the futility of the Hunter academies.

I really hate how Salems giving us creepy mommy shades.

Hmm. So yeah the bridge IS the throne room/command deck. I like how Neo doesnt give a fuck is just casually kneeling.

Ah okay THATS why he grabbed the scroll.

Heh. Interesting. How exactly does this work I wonder.

...Why does Salem have a ring. Has she always had that ring?

Neo looking at the Hound like “oh, I could ride this thing”.

Oh cool the Ace Ops. And they’re arguing, shocker. Sounds like Elm doesnt trust tech either. No shock there. Idiot.

Atlas elite. Yeah, right.

Huh, is this a Manta with landing gear? I guess they do have them...seems kind of silly to have them so high up though. I guess thats what the thing under the door is for, so they can deploy a ramp. Man, I really dont like Atlas’s airship design.

Hare needs some fuckin suppresants.

Annnnddd...here we go, things go straight to hell. I was warned of this. I am going to try and not be mad...but from what Ive heard the incomptence of the military in this particular section is astronomical.

Huh. So...Grimm can be convirted into a rock-punching liquid? Interesting. Has that always been a thing or... Also why the fuck are you jsut standing there in awe, go kill the fucking thing! Fucking Specialists.

...that is all it took to get through Atlas’s shield? THAT?

I also love how no one does anything. Ironwoods like “wait what the fuck”. Come on bro.

And...thats the Atlas navy. Everyone. Two lasers. One of which missed. Remind me again what exactly these things are used to shoot?

Wait, no, that took down part of it, and then the rest is, surprise, hitting the soft rock on the outside.

THERE goes the shield.

Hang on a second, how long have those giant squid things been there?

And...what. The whale just approaches, nothing happens? You’ve got 12 fucking ships there, shoot the fucking thing.

Again, WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING?

Oh, it just beach-headed. Okay fine, whatever.

Im not really worried.

Lets see how RT makes this WORSE though...

And thats this weeks episode.

#rwby #rwby v8 #spoilers #rwby spoilers

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creacherkeeper · 4 years

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Hi! It’s the genderqueer autie anon who messaged you way back when. :) I completely understand if this is too personal of a question and you of course don’t have to answer, but do you have any advice for not feeling so ashamed of making social mistakes around neurotypical folks? The social anxiety hits me so hard and I don’t know what to do. In any case, I hope you’re doing well and having a lovely day!

hey anon! good to hear from you. i’m happy to discuss this, always willing to talk about this kind of thing ^^

there are some things that are good to remember when approaching situations like this

youre allowed to make mistakes. its a part of learning and growing

you’re allowed to take up space, and your autism is allowed to take up space

“history is told by the victors” well social situations are told by the neurotypicals, but it is literally just an interpretation and not fact

good people pay way less attention to your mistakes than you do

okay so lets unpack some of that?

making mistakes

first off, i completely understand why this would give you anxiety. the social realm can be super weird and scary, and it has a lot of rules that may not always be obvious to us! but think of yourself like an explorer. sometimes there are close calls, and you might even get hurt! but when you find a new booby trap, a new pitfall, a spot of quick sand - you can mark it down on your map. yes, these situations are scary. but all the time youre learning about your environment, learning about people, learning the rules. find people who its okay to ask questions, and ask them, genuinely, why was that bad? why did that person get upset? why did everyone get embarrassed? try to take the answers for what they are without getting defensive. you’re an explorer, and that includes learning about the local cultures without imposing your own judgement and point of view. i’ll tell you now, you won’t always understand the reason behind the rules. sometimes learning where not to walk is enough, even if you don’t know how the trap works

taking up space

you have just as much of a right to be here as NTs. you have just as much of a right to have friends. you have as much of a right to be autistic as they do to be NT. you do not have to be ashamed of the fact that you’re autistic and that you will interpret information and situations in an autistic way. as much as its your weakness, its also your strength. that doesn’t always feel true, especially when people give you a hard time about it. but i promise with all my heart, autism is a perfectly valid and inherently valuable way to see the world.

i used to be very bad at social situations. i was the weird kid that always got left behind. no one wanted to talk to me about serious things because they didn’t trust me to react right, because i wasn’t good with emotions. and you know what? i was hurt by that. because i didn’t know what i was doing wrong. so i decided to change! i wanted to be a person people could trust. i wanted to help people. i learned to listen. i learned to ask questions and really listen when people answered. i learned when or when not to speak, to comfort, to fix. i’m not perfect at it, i’ll tell you that much. but you’ll be surprised how much people appreciate a genuine person who wants to help, and clear communication. “do you need to vent, or do you want advice?” is a godsend. “i’m really sorry that happened, that sounds really upsetting. is there anything i can do?” will go a long way. SCRIPTS ARE YOUR FRIENDS. scripts don’t mean you aren’t genuine. and you know what? a lot of people come to me with their upsets now because i see things from a perspective they hadn’t considered, and some people really appreciate frank conversation. autism isn’t your enemy, you just need to learn how to guide it

victors

the universe isn’t neurotypical. like i know that sounds weird. but the universe isn’t cosmically judging your actions from a NT lens. there is not more inherent value to a NT pov of a social situation than there is an autistic one. the only difference is NTs think they make the rules, and that youre breaking them. but here’s the secret! there are no rules! literally nothing about social interactions are written in the stars, in our blood. its all made up. and why is it always our job to change for them? you don’t have to run the whole race, a friendship is supposed to be a relay. you get halfway there, and they take the torch. let your friends meet you halfway, and more importantly, ask them to do that. because they wont think of it themselves. just because they see something a certain way doesn’t mean its Correct. ask them to see things from your pov. you’ll get better at explaining your pov with practice. NT feelings dont always take priority. just because theyre embarrassed, upset, angry, just know that it doesnt automatically mean you’re wrong. sometimes theres just a difference in perspective

good people

this one is really hard to learn. i’ll fully admit that. if you’ve gone to school, you know how people give presentations? and theyre always sweaty and nervous like if they mess up maybe they’ll die. you know how when you give your presentation it feels like you’re under the spotlight, but when other people are giving theirs ...... your mind kind of wanders? you’re thinking of other things. maybe you’ll laugh if they say something funny, maybe you’ll clap when they’re done. i’m just saying, no one is paying as much attention to you as you are. you’re always your most attentive audience. if people really are picking on your ‘mistakes’ so much that its feeding your anxiety and making you more vigilant ... those aren’t good people to be around, and that’s their problem, not yours. trust me, half of the stuff they pick at isn’t even wrong, they just need to say something mean to make themselves feel better, so they’ll find anything they can. most of these people are REALLY self conscious and they have to pick on stuff about you in desperate fear that you wont notice anything about them. you shouldn’t take their comments to heart. but if you have friends who really support you .... they probably don’t care as much as you do when you mess up? something that feels like a big deal to you is probably a blip on their radar and nothing more. sometimes i overthink things and obsess so much over stuff i said, and then the friend is like “i dont remember that lol”. again, if your friends care about this little stuff to the point where they’re getting onto you for it, it’s not that youre bad at social situations, its that theyre being shitty friends. cut yourself some slack. a good person doesn’t care as much as you think they do

one more thing that i think needs to be mentioned:

learn how to apologize. this is a big one. i know its weird, i know its awkward, exhausting. but a sincere apology means a lot. and it takes strength and bravery to really mean it and say so. learning to apologize without guilt tripping, without panicking, or putting the other person on the spot, is one of the most important skills you can learn. a good apology should help you both. it’s the most important factor in moving on from a social blunder, and once you learn to do it well, will get rid of a lot of guilt during times when you really do mess up

that got long winded ^^ i hope even a little bit of it helped. please let me know if there’s anything else you want me to talk about, i’m a rambling machine waiting to be sprung

#long post #autism #ActuallyAutistic #actually autistic #seriously its no sweat nonny i'll talk about most anything #Anonymous

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wlw-imagines-blog · 5 years

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All Roads Lead to You.

Anon Asked: Please can you do 16, 17 and 33 for Wanda? If you have too many requests, you don’t have to :)

16. “I’ve got you.”

17. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here.”

33. “Don’t cry.”

A/N: the book described with exerpts is real and by Shannon Drake, lmao i dont play around.

You watched the long stretch of highway that seemed to go on forever. Clouds had begun to build where the sun dipped below the horizon, turning the sky into an orange masterpiece. Music played quietly from the scratchy radio. An old love ballad filled the silence between you and Wanda. It felt as though you had been in the car for an eternity.

You gazed at Wanda, watching the way her eyes settled on the road, her hands steady on the steering wheel. Her hair was tied away in a messy knot, and what little makeup she wore was smudged under her eyes. You couldn’t imagine you looked any better, after sitting there for at least three hours. Despite the her unkempt state, you smiled and looked at her longingly. The sun washed over her in a warm, orange light.

Wanda caught your eye. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you responded. “You’re just so pretty.”

She checked in the rear view mirror and snorted. “Right, okay.”

You sat up. “Listen, Wanda, you’re my best friend, and I think you look beautiful.”

“You’re sleep deprived,” Wanda shook her head. “The motel is in a couple miles, keep an eye out.”

Unable to convince her further, you pulled out the huge brochure map and scanned the lines for the motel.

“I’m starting to hate driving.” Wanda murmured. “Scratch that, I hate driving.”

“We’re on a road trip, driving is an integral part of that,” you hummed. “There’s a whole checklist. You have to enjoy long drives, the constant landscape of deserts, with the occasional tree, and most importantly, you have to be able to put up with me.”

Wanda grinned. “I really should have read the fine print before signing.”

“Hey! you enjoy being around me,” you protested before being fake-wounded. “I thought you loved me Wanda.”

“Oh, i do, honey-” you snickered at the pet name. “-but as your best friend, I have to inform you that your snoring is a problem.”

You pretended to sneer. “Next exit, you jerk.”

“In fact, it’s not just a problem, y/n, it’s a deal breaker.”

“Oh really?” you sat up straight, maneuvering around the seat belt to awkwardly put your hands on your hips. “What about your habit of leaving all your clothes everywhere? And leaving dishes in the sink, forgetting to turn off the tap..”

Wanda cranked up the radio. “Sorry, what? can��t hear you, y/n!”

“Pietro,” you pretended to talk into your phone. “Come collect your sister, she is a real piece of work.”

“Hey!” She shouted, almost too distracted by your jab to keep her eyes on the road. The car swerved violently to the right. Your stomach jumped as your hands gripped the seat.

“Fucking hell!” Wanda cursed. She slapped an arm across you to keep you in your seat.

She quickly righted the wheel, and continued to drive in a straight line. the car had gone incredibly quiet as the tow of you processed the sudden jolt of adrenaline.

You looked down. Wanda’s arms was still across your body, keeping you in place. Her hand unconsciously gripped your chest.

“Uh, Wanda,’ you said faintly. “I think its safe now.”

She glanced to where her hand was before registering what she was touching. “Fuck! Sorry!” She yanked her hand away.

You blinked before bursting into laughter. You wiped tears that leaked down your cheeks.

“Are you crying?” Wanda asked. “Are laughing yourself into tears? At our brush with death? Don’t cry, That was your fault! Ugh, unbelievable.”

The two of you pulled into the Moonlight Motel’s parking lot. It was run down and ancient, something from an 80′s movie. Wanda parked and you stepped out, stretching the cramps in your legs.

“Y/n, can you check us in?” Wanda swung her keys around her finger. “I’ll get our bags.”

You nodded and opened the front door, revealing a front desk as unassuming as the exterior. The woman behind the counter looked old and bored, glasses perched on the edge of her nose, eyes heavy with lethargy. She had a magazine in her hand, and would lazily flip a page every so often.

“Uh, hi,” you moved to the counter. “I’d like two rooms.”

The woman looked up from her magazine, and looked you up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. You squinted at her, smiling uncertainly. She then looked through the window to the parking lot where Wanda was unloading the car.

She pursed her lips. “Two rooms?”

Your eyes widened a little, brows furrowing. “Yeah, like I said, two rooms.” you cringed at how defensive you sounded.

The counter woman shrugged nonchalantly before typing on the clacking keyboard. She asked for your name and gave you two room keys.

You went out to help Wanda. She was laden with the heavy bag, backing away from the open trunk.

“You okay?” you called out as she seemed to struggle.

Wanda huffed. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She didn’t seem to see the wide crack in the asphalt that she was backing into.

“Wait,” you moved quickly. “Wanda look out!”

Her foot hitched on the crack and she began to topple backwards. You reached out and looped an arm around her back, while your other hand wrapped around her waist. The bags went tumbling to the ground.

Wanda was breathing heavily, arms automatically wound around your neck.

“It’s okay,” you released her, helping Wanda stand. “You’re good, I’ve got you.”

“My bad,” She turned a little red, smiling at you. “Thanks, y/n.”

You shrugged, mind racing at how comfortable Wanda felt in your arms. “No problem. Let’s go get settled.”

After freshening up in the cramped bathroom, you laid on your bed, reading a strange romance novel with a shirtless man and scantily clad woman on the cover. It had been left in the bedside drawer by the previous tenant, and you couldn’t help yourself.

Wanda knocked on your screen door, dressed in pajamas and a towel wrapped around her hair. she opened the door, eyes half closed.

“We’ll be on our way at nine tomorrow, yeah?” you asked, draping the book over your face.

She sat down on her bed. “Sounds good. What’s that?”

You lifted the book and turned in over. “It’s possibly the worst novel I’ve ever read. Hear this summary: Lady Rose Woodbine runs from her once fiance, Pierce DeForte, a dishonored lord and now pirate who wishes to wreak vengeance upon all those who have wronged him, including Rose. Now his prisoner, Rose is determined to be rid of him forever.”

Wanda flopped back, grinning. “Sounds like shit.”

You rolled over and began to read. “-He was tall, dark, and filled the doorway, one hand on his hip. His eyes burned through Rose, and she could feel her heart hammer against her bodice- What the fuck is this?” You laughed incredulously.

“-She felt the blade,” Wanda giggled widely, then snatched the book from you and flipped to the next page. She put on a desperate, high pitched voice. “She shuddered. The very tip of it pricked the fabric of her gown at her waist. she gasped as he moved it with swiftness, tearing linen, silk, and cotton, all falling apart-”

You laughed and swiped the book back. “-She became acutely aware of the hard-muscled heat of the man that held her-”

“Oh my god!” Wanda clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter. The two of you spent the next two hour tearing apart the raunchy book, howling with laughter at the absurdity of it all.

You flopped next to her, sides aching. “I hate it. Please burn it.”

“No, we have to take it with us, I have to know how it ends,” Wanda plucked the book from your hand.

It was eleven thirty. she rolled onto her side, meeting your eyes. “Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

You scoffed, propping yourself up. “Of course, Wanda! I think you’re more than beautiful. You’re wonderful! I never feel like this with anyone else.”

She shook her head. “I hope you know how spectacular are.”

“Oh, so is this a compliment battle now?”

Wanda chuckled. “Hey, wait, hear me out. You’re one of the most important people in my life. I care about you so much.”

You felt your chest tighten with minor anxiety. “I love you Wanda.”

Wanda gently reached out and held your hand. There was deep understanding in her eyes. “I love you too, y/n.”

You wrapped your arms around her and melted into Wanda’s body. Her hand stroked your hair. She pressed a kiss on your forehead, before whispering. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

You nodded, kissing her cheek.

Maybe you should have asked for one room.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagines #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #elizabeth olsen #fanfiction #reader insert

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mspainttaz · 5 years

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What does DONT eat skittles and spray cheese at the same time mean?

thank you anon, i am so glad you asked!

so its summer, right. im at camp, pine trees and smokey fires, too many teenagers crammed into a small tent, sitting cross-legged on my cot and going through the stash of snacks my mom got for me. my best friend J was sitting next to me doing the same. ive got beef jerky, some cookies i snitched earlier, and most importantly, a full sized bag of tropical skittles. i am set. i am having a great time. right?

now my friend J is an incredible person, funny and cute and the kind of odd that makes you want to laugh along with them. her “camp treat” was, wait for it… two cans of that artificial as all get out Spray Cheese. i dont know, okay? we all have our vices but seriously the moment when she pulled not one but two cans of this stuff from her bag was beautifully hilarious.

so! a tent full of kids, snacks are being passed around, i think, hey, lets experiment. this is where you see the roots of #drink gate.

so we do: J and i try spray cheese on beef jerky (black pepper flavor) and that??? amazing

next i…. i dont know what i was thinking other than “why not” and also i was not good at the whole teenage rebellion thing so i guess this was my version of spreading my wings…. i suggest we put spray cheese on Tropical Skittles.

in my defense, artificial cheese flavor, artificial fruit flavor, cheese and fruit go together, lets do it!

J and i are the first to try it. fair. its our treats.

you can skip everything i said before this but HERE IS WHERE WE GET DOWN TO BUSINESS SO LISTEN UP

at first, its just weird. like, mushy and crunchy and meh. then the flavors kick in and they sorta, dont mix? you can taste spray cheese and skittle separately and it was… underwhelming. idk.

but. after you chew for a bit the flavors suddenly fuse steven universe style into

honestly i cant remember exactly what it tasted like but

it was Bad. Horrifying. it was artificial Hell. those flavors did not like each y’all.

it was hilarious to watch J go through the same journey as i was going through; underwhelmed and contemplative chewing turning into sudden and violent HORROR while everyone watched us make this Bad Choice.

basically its super duper gross is what im saying. which, you could’ve guessed, i could’ve guessed. but anyway i was dumb but also really good at uhh manipulating people so

long story short we made someone else in the tent try it too and they had to spit it out and it was great the end.

fun fact though! The next day we tried spray cheese on grapes and that was super tastey so yay!

tldr: DONT eat skittles and spray cheese at the same time means, anon, that i love you all and want you to learn from my mistakes.

#camp was fun and J was incredible #i love you idiot #anyway thats why you dont eat skittles and spray cheese its long but you asked and i care #enough about the subject #to wax sentimental #also every time i talk about food on this blog it makes me sound bad #i do actually know how to bake and cook fairly well #its just im passionate about flavors and therefore experiment #Anonymous

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rajmalik89 · 5 years

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Immaterion Chapter one: Small Victories

History is written by the victors... so it can be whatever they want, yet they expect us to believe that an army of demons came through a portal from another world with the intentions of destroying us? What ever happened couldn't have been that bad if we let them live with us behind the walls of Aegus. They’re treated like second class citizens until we need something. We use them for their magic and knowledge of nature, yet hold them at arms length and restrict their rights as citizens of the realm. It seems to be easier to control the masses when they fear and despise each other. Fear and ignorance is likely what start this mess. Acknowledging people as so called lesser citizens is a reoccurring theme in Aegus. In my case, I was just another believer in the Path of the Nomads, able to hold no position in the prestigious Templars Guild. That right was reserved for followers of the Lights chosen Son, a religion reserved only for Pureblooded humans native to the realm unlike the Path of the Nomads which is open for all, human and demonkin alike. It's just a big elitist club, and I wasn't in it until one massive boat fire claimed the lives of my fellow trainee holy warriors and left me as the only miraculous survivor. A few old men speaking of proficy managed to some how get me invited into the Templars Guild despite my religious affiliations which would normally merit nothing but a firm rejection. They believe that I am special but to be honest I'm just another lucky bastard and I dont believe in much of anthing these days, but I must use this opportunity to climb the ranks and gain a position to slowly influence change that will bridge the gaps of division to benefit all the citizens of Aegus.

The demonkin have been more human to me than most humans ever have. Im clearly not the first to think so will all of the interracial couples and people who can trace their ancestry back to demonic tribes. I find it strange the amount of people who have lately either discovered they have demon ancestry, or magic abilities which is something exclusive to demonkin. It's facinating, some people also find it awesome and are overjoyed upon their discovery. Others are ashamed thinking of themselves as less for being of demonic ancestry and being able to use magic apart from light which is the only magic that pureblooded humans can wield. Learning of your magic abilities and proof of demonic ancestry later in life can be a bit of a challenge depending on where in the city you live, which faith you belong to, or job you hold within the kingdom. Well anyway, lets not dwell on the negative and celebrate the small victories. I Helion Sphyrus, follower of the Path of the Nomads, sit in the Halls of a Templar training barracks preparing to become a Templar Against all odds.

Finally I'm free for the day and that goofball Gusteron is right on Schedule. He is a powerful earth magic user who traces his ancestry from purebloods, and the earth demonkin tribes. Most importantly he is my bestfriend and neighbor, one of the few demonkin brave enough to stand this close to a templar training barracks. “Hey sissy boy...haha...lets get the hell outta here.” says Gus. “You can't say that 'round here...ass,” I respond struggling to hold in a laugh. We are encased in dirty looks. Gus wouldn't fight here even if something happened, he will get no justice fighting a pureblood, especially not a spoiled trainee templar from an elitist family. The trainees will be on their best behavior though if they would like to remain here. They'll stay back and hold their tongues like good little daddy's boys. Xandros spits in their path.....Helion sighs...... Hold that thought... “Is there a problem brother,” I ask Xandros, the physical embodiment of most of the issues I've discussed. “Yes... It stinks with him around here, and we aren't brothers pal,” He responds. “ So not brothers...but pals. Well thats progress I guess,” I sarcasticly respond. Gusteron is strug gling to hold in his laugh. Xandros rest his hand on his mace. “Just keep walking guy,” says Xandros. I loosen my shield which was strapped on my back for easier access. “If you ever doubt us being brothers just ask Dad why Moms so sad lately,” I tell Xandros. The sound of dashing footsteps quickly closing in as my shield drops and I turn quickly to catch and stand firm in a defence position. Perfect timing as I've blocked his first strike. That was probably my best move since training. I have never been as gifted as the others which has also caused a lot of hate ever since I was invited to the Templars Guild. Xandros is swinging from all angles, utilizing a combination of flawless foot work and shifting body weight behind perfect form in every bone rattling blow. How can I keep up blocking and draw my mace to counter? “Fight back fool!” Gus shouts from the background. I draw my mace and swing for him, but he dodges with ease. Now on the defensive, he seems less enraged as he dodges my attacks so effortlessly. It must be funny to him how pathetic I am with this damn mace. He doesn't even bother drawing his shield. He redirects my strike with his own mace and sends me stumbling. As I turn back to face him, he is holding his mace upright. It illuminates with light energy just before beams of light project forwards in a conal formation. I don't know what stunned me more, the light skill or the fact that he was able to use a light skill in combat whilst only being a recruit. He was clearly gromed for this unlike me whos father did what he could to prevent me ever being a holy warrior or templar. He lightly shield barged me off balance. He drew his shield finally, but to use it as weapon. Am I really this much of a joke to him. I take a big step backwards in an effort to stay on my feet. In all of the confusion of being blinded, I've left myself open. A upwards diagnal strike knocks me off of my feet completely.

“What is the meaning of this!” An approaching man shouts. There he stood in all if his glory with two of his Personal guard accompanying him. Regnarios Narakus, general of the armies of Aegus and commander of the templar. He is admired by many and despised by just as much if not more. I guess he wouldn't be much good at his job nor be in his position if he wasnt't. “ Unsanctioned duels are forbidden on these grounds... on your feet Sphyrus,” said Regnarios. I slowly wobble my way off the floor. “This vagabond insulted me,” said Xandros. “Now hes barely standing, I'd say you're even. You fought well, now go home,” Regnarios orders Xandros. Regnarios looks at Gusteron, then turns back toward me. “You should be careful what you say to your brothers and tread lightly. Afterall it should be a privaledge being here in your case giving your religious affiliations and associates,” He says. Wow...I'm sure you are starting to see the unfortunate double standards certain folks have to endure here in the quote un-quote great city of Aegus. How ever, I'm bruised, dased, and slightly embarrassed but I can't help but notice I provoked with my words alone. That skill will surely come in handy. Like I said...Small victories.

#fantasy #storytelling #writing #immaterion

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gibbyj · 3 years

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goodnight and goodbye handsome

7.13.21 / 2:21 am

fuuuuuck i’m high!!’ turns out if you don’t smoke all day you get literally blasted. anyways hahaha, that’s not the point is it?

if you’ve gotten this far, i assume you’re reading this. honestly, i assume you’re reading this anyway. maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but for some reason you’ll come. in a few days, you’ll visit my page.

here’s the thing, i know why i visit you. i’m in love with you. it’s really that simple. i tell people that, and i think that. deep down, i fear it may not be true. i’m terrified i’ve wasted years of my life craving a fling. and yet, deeper down, i’m drawn to you. i’m trapped in your fucking wave.

that’s a song you told me to listen to. do you remember why we broke up? hahahaha, i guess that’s a dumb question. in this world, everyone genuinely has their own truth. their own steps they’ve walked in this world to get to the version of themselves and their surroundings in their mind. [side note: that’s pretty fucking poetic right? i came up with that in 10 seconds high as a kite, please start writing again? i miss it, the world misses it. what happened to your notebook? ik you have ideas in there]

anybays, here’s my full version of why i genuinely believe you broke up with me. 1) you had a crush on her, and you were attracted to her 2) you were hurt bc i had been in texting him 3) we were fighting a lot 4) we had been getting bored 5) i was kinda petty and a bitch 6) i had been lying to you (and the world) for most of my life 7) i had been intentionally distancing myself and avoiding you 8) i’m SURE things i’m forgetting

i’m sure that’s incomplete, and perhaps incompatible with your version of events. i had also already broken up with you, that was a major factor. i used to point this out to our friends, and anyone who would listen to me, that you followed a similar path. when was the last time you were genuinely single, 14? 15? i don’t point that out to say that you weren’t able to grow, i’ve spent most of my grown life in love. but you always had someone lined up. you didn’t get rid of me until you had someone else to kiss.

i did that too, but i got bored. i really thought you would get bored. and i’m sorry, i wish i didn’t wish that. every part of me wants to have been able to let you go after i had written my first goodbye. but here’s the thing. you responded, quickly. and i’m sorry, im genuinely sorry for all of the times i reached out to you. im sorry for trying to add you on snapchat. im sorry for messaging you when i thought you were trying to talk to me. and im really, really, sorry for blacking out and texting you.

but here’s the, thing. you responded. you respond quickly. why do you check on me? seriously, why? sometimes i think, probably more like hope, you’re here bc i look good in my pictures, bc obviously that’s my intention. but why do you talk to me? and no, you dont. that’s really hard to explain to the people closest to me. no, we don’t talk, he like subtweets me? but i swear i’m not crazy. no really, they’re original posts, what else could they be?

and i dissect them, over and over again. i listen, i think about it, i picture you singing in your car, or smiling with your eyes closed. i think of you in your bed, thinking of me, and i don’t know why. because you don’t talk to me, you don’t seem to like me, and you don’t seem to be unhappy.

i drove past your house tonight. and in my FUCKING defense, it’s an alternative to my gd house, no one seems to understand that it’s literally like not a detour and i get home in the same amount of time. but i really don’t know why i do it. because i’m never happy. it’s never what i want. here’s what i want, i want you walking to your car, and seeing me drive past, i’d wave, slow down, and say hi. and finally ask for a goddamn explanation.

but that’s never going to happen. and i have to accept that. that’s never going to happen. i’m never going to rest my head in your neck, or hold your hand, or kiss you, or hug you, or laugh with you, or sing, or drive, or talk to you ever again. and that makes me so sad.

as i write that, i can feel the blood draining from my arms, and my stomach fell. i will probably go to sleep tonight, and even though i’ll distract myself with cormac mccarthy, i’ll be sad tonight.

my grandmom died on thanksgiving. i’m sure you don’t remember, but she was my best fucking friend. i’m not gonna talk about that, but i bring it up to say that if i’m being honest, my bones feel the same now as they did then.

we’re dead. the glimmer of me that believes in us, that picture going to concerts, seeing you drunk, dancing and laughing and singing and kissing and fucking and driving and watching movies and making jokes and living life together is gone. it’s dead. it has to be dead.

i went to barnes and noble today, and i looked for your car in the parking lot. i went to ocean city, and i scanned the top of the crown looking for your smile. and then i went to hammonton.

i got drinks with an ex tonight, don’t worry it wasn’t you. we have nothing in common, but he’s a good friend to me, and he’s really supportive and is always there for me, which tbh isn’t a common trait among my good friends. we talked, and it was pretty boring, but it was nice. and i asked him wtf you were doing. what it meant. why. if i should drive past your house.

he said no, i shouldn’t. he didn’t understand why i would choose to hurt myself that way. i showed him your page, and he chuckled a little. i dissect your feed, i visit you in the morning and the evening. every original post a message. a reaction or a plea in some way.

he told me i was crazy, which he isn’t wrong about. and the funny thing is, the truth is probably somewhere in the middle. sometimes, i fear i’m just a joke. maybe you guys watch me together, listen to my songs and laugh at the desperation between the lyrics. but, i really don’t think that’s it. you’re better than that. you’re nice, people don’t know that, to be honest you don’t always show that, but you have such a pure heart. and i don’t think you’re that gross.

maybe i’m wrong, and gd if i am gg sis you really found your person. but i don’t think im talking to both of you. i really, really think im talking to you. sometimes, it really feels like im talking to you. like you’re next to me, if i close my eyes, i can almost feel your hands on me.

but, im not. you’re in that deer town, and im in the college court. we’re thirty miles, and three years apart from one another. we’ve grown and changed and flipped upside down from those kids hanging out at the voorhees mall.

and so im left to figure out by myself why you’re here. why despite you being far and happy, you come to haunt me. you know, most exes emotionally haunt their ex, not legitimately leave unnecessary and misleading breadcrumbs.

i have a whole slew of degrees now, so i’ve come to my best version of a guess: you’re filing your insurance card. and you know what? four hours ago, i really would have been okay with that. i would have dated and waited and dated and waited until you came crying back, because you were my person. you were my goddamn dream boy. and i couldn’t believe i had you.

i let you go so quickly. and goddamn julia you didn’t let anyone go. here’s what i realized: anyone can fight for anyone. if you wanted me as badly as i want you, you would be here. here, here. but you’re not. instead, she’s there.

and i finally realized, what’s the goddamn point? i don’t know if you realized bro but i’m literally a gd catch. also, tbh i’m a lady w 38ddds so i can laid truly anytime i need to. and more importantly, i’m funny. i’m nice. im kind and i’m compassionate and caring and giving and smart as hell and really fun to hang out with. im a great singer, and a really fun dancer. and guys realize that.

there are so. many. guys like you. and i don’t mean that to be rude, trust me i didn’t know that this morning. but there are funny guys out there. there are guys who will go crazy when i take my clothes off and call me when i’m sad, and they’ll be happy to do it. they’ll be excited to be with me, i won’t be a back up.

and so, i’m giving myself that opportunity. i’m letting myself let go of you, to bury you and us alongside the memories i’m grateful for. so thank you, for teaching me all of my favorite bands. for making me laugh, and holding me when i needed you to. for kissing me, for loving me, and for reminding me that even now, im still a little special.

but i’m not going to sit around and wait for you to react. im not going to check on your songs, or your liked posts, or drive past your goddamn house. im not going to obsess over what you’re trying to say, because if you wanted to say it, you would. you wouldn’t hide it in spongebob songs, you would just message me. you would say hi.

but you dont, and deep down, i know you wont. god, even now, i want this to turn you inward. but when it doesn’t, or if it does and you still want nothing to do with me, i’m not gonna cry. because i really, really, really believe i’m gonna be okay.

i hope you’re okay too. i really, really wish you nothing but the best in this world. whatever this world brings you, i hope it comes with happiness, the ability to find joy in any situation, laugh at the small things. i believe in you, i hope you learn to believe in yourself.

#with this goodbye i change my life

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This is a story about a run down, insecure Tony, and a helping, at first bad, but very soon awesome bro Steve. Set in an AU where winter soldier and civil war doesn't or hasn't happened yet.

Tonys had a rough day. First his morning meeting turns into a " Let's bash Tony session ". Next, he had a old, grudgful reporter give a false report on him supposedly being seen walking around drunk, yelling profanities and all the most horribly inappropriate comments at everyone. Men, women, and children alike. ( How cliche is that? ) Of course people believed her.. And it just terrifies him to think what the avengers will say and do. He had a LITERAL angry mob after him. ( Which he luckily escaped. Even more cliche ) The one good hotdog vender wouldn't sell to him ( which is worse considering he hasn't eaten in four days ) . Then, THEN, People had the nerve, the gull to call him the worst possible words under the sun. ( Revenge for what they thought he did. )

The sad thing is? He believes them. He believes every word and believes he deserves it.

So now he's trudging back to his tower, people mumbling and snickering. Tony's posture was slumped, but he still wore his usual obnoxious glasses. Just so no one questioned anything.

Someone sticks their foot out in front of him, and being lost in thought, ( thinking of all the upgrades and projects for SI, S.H.I.E.L.D, and the avengers instead of food and sleep ), he trips. He can't catch himself. He falls down ungracefully, a 'oof' escaping him. People laugh. " Pfft, wow, can't even catch himself when falling? Some hero. Why do they keep him around anyway? He's just a glorified engineer! " Someone says, causing more snickers and scoffs to erupt.

Tony had to bite his lip to hold in his sigh of resignation. It was true. Thats all he was. And honestly, he was just waiting for them to realize that, to leave him.

Tony stands up without a word, and keeps walking. His shoulders are a bit higher up in a slump than before. He could usually keep up his mask a bit more easily, but he hasn't slept in 78 hours, his stomach ached from being so empty, people have been hating him MORE than usual, which he honestly thought was impossible.

Tony soon arrives at the tower. He sighs to himself. ' Suck it up! People go threw worse everyday! Your fine. Just get to the lab. You'll be fine.. ' Tony thinks. He goes threw the door, and to the elevator. " Hello Sir. " Jarvis instantly greets. Tony smiles slightly. " Hey J. Take me to the lab.. K? " Tony says. There's silience, almost as if he's hesitating, before Jarvis says " I must advise against that Sir.. You haven't eaten in approximately 80 hours, and haven't slept in 78. I advise you get some food, then head to bed.. "

Tony chuckles. Funny. An AI cares for him more then actual people.. " J. I can't sleep yet. I still have work to do.. I can't slack now. Besides, if I don't finish up, I'll NEVER get out of this consulting job.. " Yes. Tony was never told he was a full Avenger now, and knowing S.H.I.E.D, if they dont say your something, your not that something. So he believed he was still a consultant. " But I'll go grab an apple. Just for you. " Tony says.

" Very good Sir " Jarvis says, though there's still a underline of concern. " Alright, up to the common floor. " Tony says. The elevator moves, and withen a moment, the elevator comes to a gentle stop. " Thanks J. " Tony says. " Of course Sir " Jarvis says, as the elevator doors open. He steps out, the door instantly closing behind him.

His lifted ( hah, get it? Lifted? Elevator? Hahaha- ok I'll shut up ) mood caused by Jarvis instantly drops to dread, anxiety, maybe even fear, as he sees Steve. To make matters worse, he was watching the news.. And the ding from the elevator alerted him that he was there. Steve turns to him. He gulps slightly, shuffling on his feet.

" Sta.. Tony.. " Steve says. He avoids sounding harsh, after seeing the usually ( seemingly ) confident man practically radiating nervousness. " I need an explanation.. " Tony gulps again. " Is it true..? Did you REALLY act so stupidly and irresponsibility that you'd get drunk, go out, and yell inappropriate profanities at everyone? I mean I know you got drunk in your suit before but.. God, Tony, This is ridiculous! " Steve says ' He believes it.. Of course he would! Its your fault anyway, you've always made horrible decisions, there just finally catching up to you. ' Tony thinks. Tony doesn't know what to say. Would Steve believe him if he said no? Steve sighs. " I'll take that as a yes.. Geez, what were you thinking? I thought you were over that kind of stuff. I guess I was wrong. " Steve says, his dissapointment coming off him in waves.

Tony HATES when one of them were disappointed with him, it was horrible. Now usually Bruce would jump to his defense, but he was with Betty. Thor was in Asgard, and Clint and Natasha were on a mission assigned by S.H.I.E.L.D, so they were completly out of question.

Tony whimpers quietly. A small tremor travels threw him. God he was just so exhausted! He couldn't take it much longer..

Sadly Steve hadn't noticed yet. " When are you going to grow up and stop acting like a spoiled brat? We don't need this at the moment, Tony. I mean, honestly, it's a suprise you haven't been reprimanded yet! I didn't want to believe them when they said we only needed the suit, but I'm starting to- "

A sob interrupts him, shocking the Shield weilding hero. Instead of being met with a sarcastic comment, he sees Tony trembling. The tremors are so obvious now, tears escaping and cascading their way down his cheeks. " I.. I didn't do that! I swear, I'd never do that again. I haven't drank since I messed up at my birthday party! I'd, I wouldn't.. " A sob stops him from finishing.

Steve takes a moment to examine him. He notices, with a jolt of shock, just how tired, vulnerable he looks now. The bags under his eyes seem to almost darken. His shoulders were slumped, shaking from his cries. He's noticeably quite frail looking as well. ' When was the last time he slept? Or ate for that matter? ' Steve thinks.

Tony gathers himself enough to continue " I-I haven't even gone out much! I've only been going to my- " Tony takes a staggering breath. His heart was racing. " Missions, my meetings, interviews about what happened on our missions. I've been in the lab, upgrading our weapons and my armor, doing projects for the company, S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Avengers, I wouldn't even have time for that. God, Steve, Please.. I didn't do that! I wouldn't mess up now, when it actually seems like I could quit being just a consultant and be a real avenger.." It was finally out. It slipped out.

Now Steve's confused " But.. You ARE an Avenger Tony. " Steve says. Tony shakes his head rapidly. " No, no just a consultant, M'not a Avenger.. " Tony says, as another cry interrupts him. Shock runs threw Steve once more. ' What? But.. God. He must be so stressed. No wonder he's isolated himself lately. He thinks he has to prove himself or something. He's more of a team player than I thought.. God he looks so worn down.. ' Steve thinks. Tony continues, obviously taking Steve's silence in a bad way

" I swear, I'll fix this, I'll work extra hard, I'll act better, but I swear I didn't do that! This, this reporter had a grudge from when I ruined her report when I-I accidentally flew into the camera after getting, after getting thrown at her by that weird robot last month.. " Tony says. He's so desperate to fix this.

" Please just, just don't be dissapointed, I know its my fault she's mad but Im gonna fix it, I- "

" Stop " Steve finally says, having his gut feel like it was punched enough today. Tony shuts his mouth, a small ' Click ' coming from his teeth. He noticably panics slightly. The look of fear, panic and shame that was in his eyes reflected perfectly on his face. Steve felt horrible, the fear shining in his eyes was his most noticeable emotion, and god Steve couldn't take looking at his kicked puppy dog eyes anymore! Tony started to try and splutter out another apology, another explanation to correct his wrong, wiping furiously at his tears as his breath speeds up slightly, before Steve interrupts him.

" Tony, I shouldn't have suspected that you'd do that. You've obviously cleaned yourself up, and I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions when you didn't answer. Your obviously drowning in responsibility, some that shouldn't be on your shoulders. I shouldn't have brought up the suit, you deserve that, you built it in a CAVE, and we need you. Your the only one who can fly that suit, monuver and control and fight like you do, and most importantly your our friend. God, how have I not noticed how worn down you are? " Steve asks

" I-its not your job to notice.. " Tony mumbles, obviously trying to reassure Steve. Usually something like that would have warmed Steve's heart, but all it did was bring more guilt, and it just made Tony look more pitiful because he was plain as day still ashamed and panicked and afraid but instead of focusing on himself, he was focusing on Steve. ' I can't believe I ever thought he was selfish.. Even with his masks maybe if I'd payed attention instead of just thinking I knew him from first impressions.. '

Tony seemed to notice Steve's momentary mental termoil, and the panic and shame heighten slightly. " Steve, I'm sorry, really, but I-you shouldn't- " No, I should! I'm your leader, your friend, even if I haven't been the best one to you lately. I should be watching over how you are and how your doing. I always have with the others, but I was biased and just assumed the great Tony Stark wouldn't

need my help. That you'd blow off my concern with the most disrespectful comments I've ever heard come out of a man. "

Tony flinches slightly at that, and looks down. " I'm, I'm sor- " Steve interrupts him before he can apologize. " But I was wrong. I should have watched you more closely. Your a citizen Tony. A genius with a arc reactor and a battle ready armor with billions of dollars but a citizen none the less. You weren't trained for this, and I should have known. I should have seen something was wrong.. God Tony I'm so sorry. " Steve says.

Tony goes to tell him its fine, that he shouldn't worry about it because its normal. Because he's used to it so why worry? And besides he's pretty sure Steve wasn't exactly trained for this stuff either. Although, Steve does something then that totally surprises and catches him off gaurd. Steve hugs him. Its.. Nice. Warm and full of worry and unspoken apologies. So of course Tony hugs him back. He knows he doesn't deserve it and that he should back off but he can't. " We'll fix this. I promise. You don't have to keep working, I'll help you out.. And I'll make sure everyone knows the truth. " Tony tightens his grip in the hug.. ' Was he really willing.. '

" Now.. How long has it been since you've ate and slept? " Steve asks, remembering very well how frail and run down Tony looks at the moment.

Before Tony can lie himself out, because even with their previous touching moment he's sure Steve will become aggravated or SOMETHING, but of course, cutting him off, Jarvis says " Sir hasn't eaten in approximately 80 hours, and hasn't slept in 78. I suggest sitting him down, making some food, and making sure sir relaxes. " " Traitor.. " Tony mumbles. He glances up at Steve sheepishly, and can't help the relief washing over him as Steve snickers, instead of rolling his eyes, or worse, pushing him away in exasperation, as others have done.

Steve leads Tony to the couch, an arm still hung around Tony's shoulders. " Put on a movie. I'll make some food. What would you like? " " Grilled cheese " Tony instantly responds. " Aren't you- " " Your NEVER to old for grilled cheese!.. And put some tomatoes in it please..? " Tony says, his sheepish feeling swirling in his tone. Steve chuckles at his small outburst.

" Sure Tony.. " Steve says. He walks to the kitchen, and prepares his and Tony's food. When he walks back, Tony is watching a movie. He turned on Wall-e. Luckily Steve already knew this movie. " Disney? " Steve says. " Once again. Never to old " Tony says, as he grabs his sandwich with a nod and smile of gratitude.

After ten minutes, Tony says " Hey Steve.. Don't tell Fury I was slacking off.. OK? " Tony mumbles. Steve freezes. " Slacking..? " He looks over at Tony, and sees the way the man tenses up. " Well, I, uh, kinda had some projects I needed to get done for S.H.I.E.L.D. There's new blue prints for the engine and propellers, they've been really loud lately, and they've been stuttery, then they need new training bots, and the criminals almost got out of the cells to I need to figure out a way to reenforce those and make sure theres no time lapse when they close the cell door, and- " " When are they due? " Steve asks. " What..? " Tony asks, oh so very intelligently. " When are they due? The projects? " Tony noticably gulps slightly, and lowers his head. " Tomorrow.. " Tony mumbles, so quietly that Steve only heard thanks to his enhanced hearing. A small tinge of Tony's earlier feelings return. Before Tony can go into another panicked explanation, Steve says " Were there other projects? And not just for S.H.E.I.L.D. " Steve asks. Tony pauses to think. " Um.. Well.. 10.. This week.. The uh, ones I was just mentioning would have added to the list.. " Steve let's out a small huff. " Sure Tony, I won't tell. " Tony lets out a sigh of relief. " Thanks. " Yep, him and Fury were gonna have WORDS.

Thirty minutes later Tony was passed out. Steve picks up the plates, and sets them in the sink. He'd clean them later. " Hey Jarvis, turn off the movie OK? And get the elevator ready.. I'm bringing Tony up to his room. " " Thank you, Sir " Jarvis says. Steve honestly still questioned how he got so used to Jarvis. And how a computer program could sound so concerned..

Steve walks back into the living room, and lifts Tony up bridal style, since he figured that would be the most comfortable position. Tony mumbles something about AI's and a grumpy toaster who doesn't like frozen waffles, causing another chuckle to erupt in Steve. He walks over to the opened elevator doors, and goes threw them. Once in, Steve feels the elevator go up. When the doors open, Steve walks into Tony's room, and sets him on his bed, pulling the blanket over him, right after taking off his shoes. Tony rolls onto his side. " Than's Stebe.. " Tony mumbles groggily. Steve smiles. " Ya.. Your welcome Tony. " Steve says, ruffling his hair, and he leaves his room.

Steve feels his chest warm slightly when he turns his head to see Tony sleeping soundly. He was happy, he finally understood what was going on. He saw a side of Tony that few get to see. This would definitely help the team dinamic, and his friendship with Tony. Yeah, so now, he's definitely planning out how he'll fix all the recent wrongs done on Tony.

And ya know, if suddenly Tony had less work on his agenda, and less hate mail and passages in articles centering on the smallest things he did, if suddenly the reporter admitted she lied and was soon fired, if Steve and Tony suddenly were closer friends, if suddenly Fury laid off him a bit.. And if suddenly the guy who had tripped and said those horrible things to him suddenly came up to him with a nervous apology as Steve stood behind him with a comforting hand on his shoulder and a blazing glare set on the guy..

Well, none of them mentioned it.

OK so, first off, I'm not saying this would happen. I'm not saying Tony would react like this. I know strong people break down in stressed situations, so I went off that. This is purely self indulgent, so please don't be rude and make hateful comments. I'm sorry for any errors. I hope you enjoyed :)

Also, please do not repost and say you wrote this story, please say I wrote this story. Do not tag this as a shipment between the two. This is meant to show them as FRIENDS. Thanks you.

HEY GUYS I EDITED AND MADE IT LONGER AND ALITTLE BETTER ITS STILL CRAP BUT ITS BETTER XD

#tony needs a hug #he had a bad day #jarvis is awesome #not steve bashing #obvious by the second half #steve is an amazing bro #sleepy tony #insecure tony #worried tony #hungry tony #tony gets tooken care of #and tucked in #jarvis is pleased #yay!!

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