#if buck wont be angry about it ill just have to do it for him

[wolvesofinnistrad]

I know Tommy is technically friends with Chimney and worked with everyone except Buck and Eddie, but I'd love it if Tommy just like... retroactively takes Buck's side in every past trauma Buck has had where he didn't have anyone truly on his side.

Aka Tommy being like "Chimney PUNCHED you?! They laughed when they found out your Therapist had SEX with you during a session!!? He called YOU exhausting??!"

#tommy kinard #evan buck buckley #listen i just have a lot of feelings about how sometimes no one was truly in bucks corner for a few of those moments #probably the closest was Hen who really has always tried to see bucks side #which in retrospect like... queers flocking together amirite #bucktommy #kinkley #tevan #what do you mean its 2024 and i should be over those incident im sorry i hold grudges on behalf of my blorbo #if buck wont be angry about it ill just have to do it for him

[crossovereddie]

Actually, here is an alternative thing for you to occupy your time with, and a question I have been meaning to ask you for a while. I have finished 911 finally! So I'm ready for the new season. And I wonder, realistically, what do you think the roadmap would be for a buddie endgame?

I absolutely see how their story has been framed and filmed in a lot of parallels to how a romantic storyline would be set out. But there has been no outright mention of either of them being bi - although the conversation about Maddy setting Buck up with whassisface was very casual and could very easily have been an example of canonically bi Buck - and they are both at the end of season 4 in 'relationships' with women.

So, in your estimation, what's the timeline? What's the transition? How do they go about this and how long does it take? I wanna know your thoughts 👀

okay yes i have lots of thoughts on this and it's actually one of my fave questions i get asked. I've always watched a lot of tv shows so I'm just estimating on what I've seen before and what I would personally do. IMO this love story is a slow burn. We only have four seasons so far and only three of those seasons have Eddie in them. This unsurprisingly got long so ill put it under the cut.

So I'll go by seasons bc to me its important to look at everything that has happened so far by seasons and by love interests and not as a whole. Its the best way i can form a timeline that I think would make the most sense and why

S1: So we don't get any hints at Buck being anything other than straight and I think this is because he was supposed to be. They hadn't planned for Eddie yet and they definitely hadn't planned for the chemistry Oliver and Ryan were gonna have. S1 Buck was this reckless kid who didn't take anything serious. He was definitely super immature. Then he meets Abby and he starts to get serious about his job and his love life. I'm not gonna say "Abby changed him" because she didnt. He saw the person he was and the person he was becoming and decided on that change himself.

S2: Eddie!!!! So we get introduced to this army medic turned firefighter in the least heterosexual way. Then Buck is angry because Eddie is hot and really good at his job. they work together and Eddie compliments Buck and now they're smiley bffs. Seriously wtf was all that? Anyway this is all sus bc from what ive seen before in other shows when a main love interest leaves and a new main character replaces them, that means something. JLH replaced Connie Britton as far as big name actress but i really believe Eddie replaced Abby as far as importance in Buck's life. Do i think they brought him in with the intentions of turning him into a LI? No but they sure fueled the narrative from the get go. I think they saw fans reactions and started testing the waters.

Moving on to LIs in this season. We find out Eddie has a kid and the mother is not in the picture (eddie made sure buck knew that right away). Then later on we find out he's technically still married. shannon comes back and we get Eddie finally getting to confront this head on. He tries to get his family back together for the sake of his son. Its big for Eddie's character bc all he does and all he's ever done is for his son. Then Shannon asks for a divorce then she dies bringing this arc to an abrupt end and leaving eddie heartbroken.

meanwhile Buck is still waiting for Abby. Then he finally accepts that shes not coming back and decides to move on. He goes right back to being "Buck 1.0" with Taylor and feels bad about himself because that really isnt him anymore. He wants a real relationship. So then Ali calls and asks him on an actual date and he agrees. This is his first try at a relationship after a heartbreak. in tv these don't usually work out but are used to develop the main character's growth. We don't really see much of her but she breaks up with him so.

S3: This is Eddie finally dealing with his feelings/guilt season. This is also the season I think we really see how important Buck is to the Diaz boys. S2 had cute buckley-diaz family moments but those could still be interpreted as a best friend and his best friend's kid. This season though... after the tsunamic episode was when i really started to fully believe buddie was going canon. This season is solidifying their bond not only as Buck and Eddie but as Buck Eddie and Christpher. As I'm writing this I realized neither of them really has a love interest in this season do they? Ana is introduced but then is clearly presented as definitely NOT the right choice for eddie and especially for Chris. Then they counter that with Buck helping Eddie build a skateboard for Chris that he can use as opposed to Ana's ablest remarks about how he can't do it so just move on to something else. Then we get Buck's reaction in Eddie Begins. Buck has seen his team his friends his family get hurt on the job before but he has never reacted the way he did when it was Eddie in danger. Again solidifying just how much these two mean to each other. Don't even get me started on this season being when Eddie changes his will offscreen. Anyway we get Abby back and Buck finally gets the closure from that relationship that he needs to move forward into a serious relationship.

Now S4: jfc s4....IMO this is the only logical season to get the ball rolling on Buddie and they sure did that with 4x14 despite everything else. So i never thought they would be the first serious relationship for each other after the heart break theyve both experienced. It wouldn't be fair to their character developments. Buck tries dating Veronica and that clearly doesnt work but we know hes now open to dating again. We get Buck Begins where we see why Buck is the dare devil he is. The only way he got his parents attention as a kid was to put himself in danger. They bring back taylor and how to they ultimately get together after she friendzones him? She thinks hes in danger and suddenly wants him. As much as i hate it this is really gonna be a relationship where Buck finally stands up for himself and sees his own worth and realizes he deserves more. He deserves someone who sees him and loves him for who he is. He deserves to be chosen, something Abby Ali his parents dont do and what i think taylor wont end up doing. I feel like shes gonna choose her career over him. Maybe not in a "I'm breaking up with you" way but maybe she takes a new job and want to do LD (hes tried that twice and it didnt work for him. hes not gonna want that) or she could ask him to go with her but he wont. His family is in LA. His job is in LA. Eddie and Chris are in LA and he won't leave them. Then we have Eddie finally deciding to move on and try dating again so they bring back ana. To me it's not gonna work out so I'm not bothered at all lmao. It's interesting that they'd choose her though. Someone we already know Eddie doesn't trust with his son. There's also more buckley-diaz family scenes of them being coparents. The hildy episode, Chris running to Buck when hes mad at eddie, Buck being the one to tell Chris Eddie got hurt, then Buck staying with Chris and taking on the guardian role without him even knowing just how much that role really does belong to him. He didn't do it out of obligation. He didn't do it because he was asked to. He did it because he thought it would be best for Chris. Finally to 4x14. This is by far the biggest "Oh shit this is it. This is the beginning of buddie". We find out Eddie changed his will a year ago and has just been sitting on this info. I think Eddie knew back then what it meant but he wasn't in the right mindset to accept what it means so he kept it to himself. I think he finally started allowing himself to go there during treasure hunt. The man was jealous yall. Carla coming back and her comment about doing whats best for him and not chris is his oh shit moment. I think he wouldve broken up with Ana a few days after that if he had the time lol. He gets caught up in the mother/son sl then this poor mf gets shot by a sniper. The way that whole scene was filmed btw was not in a bff way. That was a lover watching his beloved almost die in front of him. Buck again puts himself down and Eddie decides this is the moment. He needs Buck to see how important he is. He wants buck to know how loved he is. So he sits there talking himself up to it and finally lets Buck know just how big of a part he is in Eddie's family. Buck's previous scene is him saying he wants someone who wants him back then here is Eddie saying he needs him...Chris needs him. wtf.

So with S5: I think Eddie knows and Buck has a feeling but he's not sure so what i would do is spend s5 with Eddie basically showing Buck his feelings but not exactly getting in the way of Buck's new relationship because Buck has to be the one to make that choice. Id also have chris feeling the different shift with buck having a gf like he did with Eddie. This newfound info wasnt just dropped on us for a "Aww so sweet" moment. This will business is gonna be a part of a bigger storyline. I'm hoping its with Eddie's family during maybe 5b.

So what I think would be the best timeline for canon buddie is 5a eddie already having either broken up with ana or is gonna break up with her, Buck choosing himself and ending things with Taylor by midseason finale, them bringing in Eddie's family in 5b and maybe then being when Eddie confesses his feelings for Buck. Then 6a we could get them walking on egg shells around each other not really knowing what to do bc this is all so new for both of them. This could bring just the right amount of comedy and angst especially them awkward and flustered around each other at work. A big blowup can happen between them for added angst (maybe an arguement before one of them or both of them is put in danger) then a midseason finale kiss. Then trying to find the balance between their personal relationship and their work relationship during 6b.

I don't know how long Fox shows last but procedurals can last a long time. I'm not sure thats gonna be the case for 911 especially with all the main cast staying that long so i think this would give us at least a whole season (S7) of canon buddie.

As far as then being presented as straight, there's been more seeds planted about buck being bi. A few i can remember off the top of my head: all of 2x1 lmao, maddie's comment about bucks boy crush on eddie, buck hinting at thinking eddie is cute when he thinks maddie is talking about him, the christmas elf, the comments on the instagram livestream, idk if youve watched it or not but TK's comment to Buck in the crossover episode, and like you mentioned Maddie's casual comment about setting him up with Josh. All we really know about Eddie's love life is he married Shannon when they were young and is trying with Ana so it could turn into a whole storyline for him.

I'm so sorry this is so long and took forever but i I hope i actually answered your question and didnt just get lost in rambles lmao.

#oh god that took me way too long lol #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911onfox #is this meta? #wtf even is that #buddie meta #?? #idk

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Can I request Hawks and reader? Reader's ex boyfriend comes back and wants to start dating, but the reader can't stand the thought to go back to him. So, the reader hires Hawks to be pretend her boyfriend. They go out a couple times, until ex gets a message. Problem is... the reader falls in love with her fake boyfriend. XD Thank you~~

Hero For Hire

He showed up at your work of all places to ask for you to take him back. The fire on your face was more than enough to excuse yourself and take this Ex outside.

“Please? I miss you. I wont do it again”

“No! Just leave me alone! Why would i go back to you? You are a awful person”

“Baby cmon . You dont mean that.”

“Leave or ill make you leave.”

The anger on his face sent a chill down your back but you stood your ground. Never again. He did leave though, muttering under his breath. You sighed leaning on the building collecting yourself. This needs to stop. You went back inside and apologized to your boss before returning to work.

As soon as you clocked out you went home to search the internet for a solution. You stumbled upon a Hero for Hire link and clicked it.

‘Tired of a clingy ex? Need to get rid of them? Hire me! Ill pretend to be your boyfriend so they get lost!’ You rolled your eyes at this website , thats too good to be true .. but .. whats the hurt in it? You sent a email and went to bed.

Hawks phone lit up and he looked at it landing on a roof to read it.

‘If this is real i have a ex problem , he wont leave me alone i need to shake him off . Heres my number and address. I dont care what Hero you guys send me , i just want this dude to leave me alone.’

His wings fluttered while he looked at the starry sky.

••••

You woke up to a few texts from your ex and a email from the website.

‘Of course we are real. Sounds like a real problem. Just let me know where i can meet you and what time .’

You rubbed your eyes reading it a few times before replying with your work information. With a yawn you got ready for work , thinking about what hero you would get.

Your work was ex free in the morning thankfully since you did not have the energy to deal with him. It didint help that it was a clothes store you worked at , he always lingered around. But by the 4th hour of work sure enough he came in to ‘look at clothes’ . You shook your head leaning on the counter watching the door. Waiting for a Pro to step though.

Your ex dropped some clothes on the counter making your gaze travel to him in a glaring way. He tried to talk to you while you rang up the clothes.

“So i think i know where we went wrong y/n”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes i got angry to easy.”

You rolled your eyes shoving the clothes in the bag pushing it to him. “Ok have a nice day.”

“Y/n..”

“Have a nice day”

“No. I need to talk to you. And your gonna listen.”

“Is she now? Thats no way to talk to my lovely dove.”

You both looked up and you fell onto the desk. It was Hawks. God damn Hawks. That website was real. Hoo.lee.fuck . He strolled over going behind the desk to pull you to him kissing your cheek. “Hi little dove. Can you take your lunch?” Your ex clicked his teeth stomping off but not before looking back making a fist.

You didint know what to say , apparently your boss did not care that he was behind the counter either. You looked at him and he agreed to you taking your lunch now , laughing a bit and waving his hand to hurry you out.

Hawks brought you to the next door cafe ordering you a coffee and sitting at a table . He sipped his coco and placed a paper in front of you. “First, wanna apologize for kissing without permission. Ill knock off 10 bucks for that. Just seemed like the right thing to do.”

You gripped the hot coffee reading the paper as best you could, eyes jumping all over it for key words.

‘Hero For Hire.

-your email-

1 week of services. $50

2-3 weeks of services. $100

1 month or longer of services . $200 , starting.

Restrictions.

No children. I am not here to give you kids.

What i will do.

Make your boyfriend jealous till hes a crying mess ;)

Shower you with the love you deserve ^#^

Take you shopping ! Yay clothes!

Take you on dates !!! Food yay!

Will i have sex with you?

I will not! Im not a prostitute silly!!!

What happens if one of us falls in love?

I need to know as soon as you realize so i can re calcualte my services and think about what to do. If i fall in love then lucky you! My services are free since ill be with you forever! Yay! ‘

You looked up and Hawks with a raised eyebrow. He was sipping his coffee looking smug as fuck. “Made it myself.” Gloated the Hero. You rolled your eyes at him .

“I think a week should be enough. Dont worry about the kiss i think it really pissed him off so thats good for me.”

He set his coffee down handing you a pen from his coat to sign the paper. “Great! Lets get to work, little Dove.”

•••••••••

And to work he did. Hawks hung around your job every single day , if he wasint sitting on the roof eating he was in the store holding up clothes for you to see and ask you to try on.

“Hawks im working”

“Y/n boss can she try this on?”

“Oh goodness of course!”

Eye roll but this time with a giggle.

Your ex stopped showing up too but that didint mean he didint follow you around on your dates with the Pro. He brought you to the movies, introduced you to other Pros, treated you to dinner. It was all really nice, you had never been treated this way and... it made your stomach get butterflies .

Not once did your ex approach you, not with Hawks holding you so close to him or holding your hand. He gave you little cheek kisses and picked you up in his arms taking off into the sky to really lose the damn guy.

On the 6th day your ex had pretty much got the picture abd left you alone . You were so relieved you invited Hawks to your home to treat him to dinner which he agreed to hapily . You asked him if you could cuddle him and he picked you up sitting on the couch with you holding his food for him.

He told you all about his side job and how fun it was ,but the love made it complicated, he had to break alotta hearts. You laid your head on his chest thinking about it , and if you should tell him or not.

#HeroForHire #hawks x reader #hawks #keigo x reader #keigo takami #my hero academia fan fiction

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Dont Leave Camp

Im not entierly happy with the ending but i hope you enjoys it i have a few different imagines im tweaking atm which will hopefully be up within the next couple of days xx

Masterlist

Warnings: spanking, swearing, mentions of periods

A certain witcher punishes you for disobeying him

Dont Leave Camp

You huffed as you sat at the fire with Ciri and Jaskier. Yennefer had gone to the village on the other side of the small wood for something. To be honest you were to busy pouting to listen and Geralt had made his way in the opposite direction to take care of a small contract. You werent staying in the village as there had been an outbreak of a pneumonia it had killed four people then apparently the bodies attracted ghouls who were killing more people who was attracting more ghouls. Vicious cycle when you think about it. Which was what Geralt had been hired to get rid of. So the three of you were confined to the camp. You pulled your new black fur trimmed cloak tighter pushing away the hair that fell into your eyes, you cringed it was soo greasy to the point your scalp hurt. Shifting you grimanced as the other reason you were desperate for a bath made itself known. Thats right your pill had worn off and you had your fucking period which probably wasnt helping your mood. You didnt see any reason why you couldnt quickly have a bath in the village then return but no. Yennefer had put her foot down when you had asked. You tried to argue that your immune system was going to be better than theirs and that you knew the appropriate steps to take but Geralt had stepped in agreeing with her then left ordering you to stay at camp and that you could all bathe in the stream tomorrow. They didnt understand that your used to a much better hygiene routine then the people here. You sighed again seething not even aloud to bathe and Geralt definatly knew why you needed one. Having enough you got up going to your tent grabbing your wash cloth, soap and fresh undergarments leaving your cloak on the bed roll catching both Ciri and Jaskiers attentionas you made your way back out.

"What are you doing?" He asked tentatively

"Im going to find a stream and bathe." You said tersely befor making your way out across camp. Ciri got up befor grasing your arm pulling you back

"But Geralt said its not safe, you should wait untill tomorrow" you sighed and patted her hand.

"Im not waiting i really really really need a bath, im only having a quick rinse ill be about 10 mineuts ,if that? besides im going in the opposite direction to geralt and the ghouls" she didnt look convinced turning to Jaskier for back up

"Why do you even need one that bad you smell fine to me?" He offered a weak argument.

"Why? Ill tell you why iv spent all day sitting in blood stained knickers" you growled out at him ,he went a funny shade of green.

"Right then. 10 mineuts .be back before Geralt." You nodded and patted Ciri's head as you walked past

"No wait y/n i really think you should wait you dont want to make him angry" she tried to convince you to stay

"Ciri i'll be fine ok its not that far" you called over your shoulder as you made your way towards a small stream. You frowned as you went deeper into the wooded area and still couldn't hear the tell tale sound of the stream the camp had quickly dissapeared. It must have been nearly 10 mineuts before you heard it the trickling of water quickening your steps before you heard somthing else. You froze scanning the area with a shiver of fear before stepping backwards. As you heard things moving around in the woods the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You held your breath as you heard the mix of inhuman growls and bushes and twigs snapping under the weight of what ever it was. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest. You decided it was time to go back to camp stepping back slowly retracing your steps slowly and quietly. You squeeked out when you saw a hideous creature crawling around the bushes a few feet infront of you quickly spotting another three wandering aimlessly with it. You ducked holding your hand across your mouth trying to quiet your panicking breaths tears flowed freely down your face. You found yourself shaking from quiet sobs as your fear took hold trying to scamper backwards faster. What ever it was began sniffing the air making their way towards you then they found you snapped their gazes locking onto you. You dropped your things hefting your skirt and ran as fast as you could with them on your tail. You screamed as loud as you possibly could trying to get anyones attention looking either side of you as one ran along side you and dived at you, quickly changing direction your thighs burned you jumped over small rocks and logs. You heard them behind you screaming bloody murder as one pounced onto you just clipping your dress you lost your footing crashing to the forest floor skidding down a small slope your vision was blurred with tears as you used the slope to roll up onto your feet staggering and continued running through an opening in the woods you cried out as your foot was snagged again by the one behinde you. Tumbling to the ground you felt its weight on you. Befor you heard an order being barked at you from infront of you.

"HEAD DOWN!!" You obeyed tucking your forhead into the dirt as seconds later you felt a rush of wind across your head the grusome sound of flesh and bone being struck with a blade followed by a gush of warmth on your back. The weight was removed You made to get up only having a foot pressing you back down.

"Stay there!" You could have cried as you saw geralt standing over you staring down the other three things he stepped one foot over you putting you between them feet. They eyed him wearily before all pounceing on him. With ease he twisted around them cutting each one down quickly. He stood back then knelt down collecting you into his arms looking down at you checking to see if you were ok you swore you felt his body tremor but only once.

"Are you hurt?" You shook your head not trusting your voice as you began sobbing into his chest clawing at him he sighed heavily wrapping himself around you tighter. He let you cry yourself out before pulling back scowling at you.The tenderness he had shown was replaced with disapproval and anger.

"What the fuck did i tell you?" He growled at you he shook you by the shoulders you shook your head at him whimpering he grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eye

" what .did. i. tell. you?" He grit his teeth as his anger broke throuhg his voice you sniffed placing your hands on his wrist

"G-geralt im sorry" he shook your face lighty his eyes were ablaze and burned into you scalding you with his anger.

"Y-you said not t-to leave camp." You answerd between sniffles

"Thats right i said not to leave camp." He forced you to look at the mix of blood flesh and body parts strewn across the floor.

"Because those ghouls are stalking this whole area , if i hadnt found you they would have ripped you limb from limb, kept you alive as they feasted on you." He explaind as you began sobbing again trying to look away he tightened his grip slightly still carefull not to hurt your jaw.

"No look because thats how i could have found you." Geralt grunted he was unimpressed and realeased your face after a few moments you felt his anger rolling off of him in waves grabbing you by the scruff of your dress and hoisted you to your feet. He growled at you effectively stopping all protest

"where the fuck did you think you were going anyway?"

"I wanted a bath" you said in a small voice. He scowled at you deep as you avoided his gaze.

"So you ignored my orders and warnings about the ghouls and put your life at risk for a bath?"

"....i didnt know that they were this way.... im sorry?" He threw you over his shoulder walking across the clearing.You began wriggling trying to throw of his hold that felt like an iron bar across the back of your waist.

"Geralt im sorry"

"Oh your not sorry ! not yet" he grunted out as he tensed his arm around you.

"WhhaAh" you hissed through your teeth as he stuck your upturned bottom with more force than you'd ever experienced from him before.you put your hands on your throbbing bottom rubbing, tears gatherd in your eyes at the harsh stinging he'd caused.

"I suggest you be quiet" he sat on a stump and lower you to your feet infront of him keeping a firm grip on your wrist. Pulling at his hand looking panicked.

"Geralt, i want to go back to camp." He shook his head at you befor using one hand to unstrap his swords placing them beside him on the floor.

"You dont want me to do this in camp." His words made you stop struggleing. Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant when he tugged you across his thigh you bucked at him.

"NO! Nonononono please im sorry! Geralt please you cant! i didnt mean to" He held you firm dragging you skirt high leaving it to pile at the small of your back ignoring your pleas.

"I will put up with a lot but i wont have you putting yourself in dangerous situations like this if i hadn't heard you you'd be dead" He started scolding you as his held you still and struck your rear followed by a second and third each felt like a palm sized brand he quickly laid slaps across the seat of you smalls. You wailed at the instant burning sting, there wasn't a slow build up or easing you in to it. He was only holding back enough of his strength so he wouldnt cause any damage apart from a sore bottom peppered it with heavy spanks. You threw your hands back coving yourself.

"Move your hands" You wriggled against his leg shaking your head he sighed smaking each palm then pulled them up tangling them in your heavy skirt holding them still and laid four much heavier spanks to your bottom. Crying as each one fell onto your swollen bottom you pushed against the floor with your tippy toes trying to make distance between you and his offending palm.

"Geralt pl-please. im o-on my monthly" you called out around hiccups and sobs teribly afraid of bleeding on him.

"Why do you think im leaving these up? you can guarantee you'd be bare if it was any other time." He grunted at you pulling lightly on the material. Unbelievabley even this harsh spanking was setting your body on fire you felt conflicted as your arousal built inside you, it was as if your body was no longer your own, his dominant display managed to control your basic desires even when he was punishing you so thoughrly.

"Ow! Geralt st-sto-op im sorry" he scoffed as he continued his blistering assault on your cheeks before moving to your thighs. You shreiked as he left your sensitive skin deep red and throbbing. Kicking your feet out like a chastised child. He took it in his stride and tucked them under his calf pinning them down.

"Will you stop this bratty behaviour? next time you nearly get yourself killed i will spank you in camp bare do you hear me?" You cried louder flushing when your pussy clenched at the thought of being punished infront of the others.

"Yes yes stop!" You shouted out at him as he left harder swats against your already bruised bottom rocking you forward.

"No more tantrums and when your told to do something you will do it. No more arguing with yennefer either" you nodded weakly and stopped struggling succumbing to him discipline laying limp over him sobbing uncontrollably a mix of yelps sniffing and shaking breaths babbling that you'd be good and wont argue, promising anything if he stopped he huffed continuing untill your skin was a deep red from your knees to the top of your bottom pulling you skirt back down he rubbed your back.

"What you did today was stupid you could have easily died had i not heard you you would have,we wouldn't have even found your body y/n. There would have been nothing of you left." He said but there was somthing in his voice it almost sounded like fear. You sniffed as he rested a heavy hand on your stinging swollen bottom.

"And i mean it you ever do anything like this again and i wont care where we are or whos there youll get a bare assed spanking then and there."

You shrunk knowing full well he meant every word he slowly sat you up on his legs faceing you.

"This is the last time you leave camp alone,from now on you always have some one with you no matter what. When you get back you will aplogize for worrying them." You tucked your head under his chin nodding still sniffing back sobs as your ass and legs burned. He sighed leaning to collect his swords heaving them back into place before standing with you cradled in his arms.

"I can walk" you said meekly he tightend his hold inhaling your scent

"I know i want to hold you...i thought id lost you" Your heart broke alittle at the crack in his voice he must have been worried when he heard you screaming. It took nearly 20 minuets to get back you camp you used the time to collect yourself wiping your swollen eyes and tear stained eyes. Once you got to camp Geralt placed you by the fire you yelped as your bottom made contact with the ground. Ciri gave you a sympathetic smile knowing exactly how you felt. Yennefer rushed beside you pulling you to her in a desperate hug then leant you back holding you at arms legnth.

"What were you thinking? I dont believe you could be so stupid-" her rant was interupted by geralt

"Yenn iv dealt with it" you blushed at his implication as the others heard to she nodded giving you the once over noting your destressed apperance.

"Good." Was all she said then handed you some thick rags

"I got these for you, there for your well... you know.." you smiled a small smile

"Thank you." You took them tucking them in your pack. Geralt cleared his throat looking at you pointedly

"Im sorry i was a brat and for worriying you..all of you i didnt mean to i hope you can forgive me for being such a bitch." Yennefer chuckled and kissed your head

"Thats ok we all have bad days but its all forgiven" you nodded as fresh tears gatherd in your eyes latching onto her and she returned the hug before she pulled back kissing your cheek then sat behind you letting you lean against her you hissed as your bottom slid along the floor. Jaskier took note and blinked at you

"Did he hurt you? Your really quiet" You blushed and dropped your head embarassed Yennefer chuckled and Geralt sighed already knowing where this was headed. Ciri piped up understanding the situation.

"Jaskier leave it" he frowned watching as you kept shifting uncomfortably then gapped laughing.

"He spanked you" you cringed as the word seemed to make your ass throb even more he laughed.

"Shut up! You little shit" you leant over thumping him he let out a manly squeel and tried avoiding you then laughed again

"Ah ah behave yourself or geralt will spank you again for being naughty" you growled and launched yourself at him and you both began wrestling on the floor

"You sound jealous" you quipped as you landed on him pinning him.He yelped and crawled away from you you growled at him as yennefer pulled you to sit beside her , whimpering lightly as you sat on the hard floor you glared at him as he sat down smug snickering at you.

"Jaskier carry on and you'll join her" he stuttered at the witcher before scoffing

"Youd have to catch me first" Geralt smirked and tilted his head.

"That a challenge?" Jaskier bit back any remarks he had making you Ciri and Yennefer chuckle at the meek looking bard.

#geralt of rivia imagine #geralt imagine #geralt x yennefer x you #geralt x yennefer x reader #geralt x modern reader #geralt x y/n #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #witcher imagine

[dazed--xx]

I Trust You

REQUEST: Hey! Just saw you wanted requests so here it is So, you're making out with Yoongi and things get hot but you're kind inexperienced and had a bad first time, but you didn't tell him... he notices that you're nervous and stops to check on you, so you tell him and start detaching yourself from him cuz you're embarrassed, but he stops you and show it to you how you should be treated I'm sorry, this was kind specific, feel free to do it you want >< ❤

GENRE: SMUT, ANGST, if you squint fluff

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT 

MEMBER: YOONGI x Idol!reader

WORD COUNT: 1,539

A/N: so this one is kinda a hard one to write i was a victim of sexual assault and it was kinda like this but way more graphic. but i hope you guys enjoy im sorry to the person who requested this because i forgot your tumblr name but i hope it reaches you if it does comment please.

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“Yoongi-ah” I moan as his lips slowly suck on the bend of my neck. “Hmm?” He whispers, His lips attacking mine. My hands buried in his soft midnight hair, his wandering to my ass. Yoongi’s member pressing against my stomach, hard. His hands reach for my breast, as my tongue wanders his mouth. “Baby-” Yoongi bites my lip interuppting my protests. I let out a small moan “Hmm I love hearing you moan for me baby” His hand sliding down lifting my shirt slightly. My hand grasps his wrists, my breathe gets stuck in my throat. Water is building around my lungs and im gasping for air. The dark feeling rises and the memory begins to replay over in my head once again.  

*TWO YEARS AGO*

Min, my back is on the ground. Min-Jun's hands wandering all over my torso, across my chest. No, Don’t, Stop please. His hands trail down my body and lifts the blue shirt I had been wearing and a cool breeze sends shivers through my body. He stops at the button for my jeans, and I close my eyes as he removes them. I don’t like this Say something idiot, he'll stop right?  

His lips travel from my lips to my collarbone. His sloppy, wet kisses that are etched into my skin. "Min-Jun, I don’t want to. I'm not ready." I say. He lifts his head, rolls his eyes, and continues kissing me. I jerk my head to the side "Min-Jun, please stop."

He throws his head back in frustration. "Excuse me?" He looks at me in disgust "Of course you don’t like it, if you relax you'll enjoy it, I promise." I shake my head, and Min-Jun clenches his jaw.  

"Min-Jun, I don’t like this can you please stop? I don’t want to do this, not here and not now" I said. He shushed me, caressing my face " I promise I'll take care of you during this whole thing okay? Just calm down you'll be okay," He said, "If you keep fighting me it's going to hurt." He lines himself up with me, I close my eyes.  

The group is more than a mile down the street and really loud music playing, they cannot hear me if I scream. Min-Jun slammed himself in and out of me harshly, pushing my hip into the bed below me. Please God stop him, send someone looking for us so this can stop please god just stop this. An unfamiliar noise escapes my lips, did....did I just moan? Do I like this? and he moaned "Do that again, I like it say my name baby girl" My mouth stays shut. A harsh stinging spreads across my cheek, “what did I just say?” This isnt my Min-Jun, my Min-Jun has never acted like this before. His thrusts get harsher at my silence. Maybe if I just do as he says this will stop, “Min-Jun” I say weakly as his member attacks my core. “Hmm good girl” His lips fall onto mine as his pace slows and the familiarity of his old self returns.  

The kiss feels loving, as my hatred grows. His head falls to my neck “fuck- youre so tight baby girl” his hand caresses my face softly his thrusts getting sloppy. “Call me daddy” DADDY?! He wants to own me and for me to accept that ownership....fuck no.... I wont.... I don’t care.... I wont call HIM daddy. He looks at me angry, his hand wrapping around my throat “Come on baby girl, what you feeling shy?” I cover my face and nod quickly terrified. He smiles “youre so cute baby. Its okay you don’t have to this time next time okay?” NEXT TIME?!?!?! YOU REALLY THINK YOURE GOING TO SEE ME AFTER THIS!!!!! Im screaming on the inside but my weak and terrified state just nods.

He begins groaning and his hips stutter freezing “Fuck! I just came so hard baby girl” He lifts himself off of me and holds me "Relax, you fought a lot, next time please don’t do that.  I don’t like hurting you, baby girl."  

A large smile formed on his face, he is satisfied and I am silent.

*PRESENT*

“Yoongi, please...stop” I whisper as tears begin to stream down my face. Yoongi freezes panic evident on his face his hands caress my face. “Are you okay?” I nod. His face falls “baby youre crying”. I smile and wipe my face and move past him sitting in the studio chair messing with his piano. “We should finish this track oppa” I smile at him. He nods, distain on his face. After about 10 silent minutes, yoongi speaks up “Listen, im not sure why you started crying, but just know you can tell me anything and I will never judge you. Okay? I know you went through a lot before you met me and I wont push but just know I will always be here for you” the wall of silence I built after all of this time, finally comes crumbling down. The words come out like word vomit, Yoongi listens growing angry as the words come out of my mouth.  

“IM.GOING.TO.FUCKING.KILL.HIM” Yoongi says angrily. “Look baby you tell me stop and we stop okay. Id never pressure you into anything especially something as serious as sex, but I do have to ask.... have you been with anyone since? Like have you ever been able to enjoy it?” I shake my head. He runs his hand through his hair. “Dont worry baby ill wait for you forever if I have to. I want you to trust me enough to want to give yourself to me. I love you and I wont hurt you like that or in any way, id never do anything to lose you. Id be lost. I cant help but be happy you fell into our practice room that day” I smile and move from my chair to yoongis lap pressing my lips against his. His hand caresses my face as his tongue explores my mouth. I stand up and grab his hand leading him to the couch. Seductively I push him back onto it and straddle his lap. I kiss down his neck, a moan escapes his lips. My core grows wet as his member hardens against it.  

I suck on his his neck and he bucks his hips up into me. “Hmmm Babygirl don’t do that....” yoongi whines. Grinding into his lap, I nibble on his earlobe lifting his shirt. “You don’t have to do that” yoongi states grabbing ahold of my wrists. “I want to” I smile soon our clothes are tossed all over yoongis studio and were both in our underwear. “Fine but if were gonna do this babygirl were gonna do this right” He states taking ahold of my waist and pressing me into the couch. His lips are on mine fast need evident in yoongis pace. His member grinding into my core as yoongi attacks my neck. “Hmmm this is gonna be all about you baby girl okay? Im gonna make you feel so fucking good” His words make the blush creep up on my face. “youre so fucking cute and innocent...and your going to be so naughty for me..hmm im gonna ruin you baby” His hand slides into my panties. “Fuck youre so wet already baby girl. Can I taste you?” He asks softly. I nod “No baby use your words I want you to tell me if its okay this is all about you” He kisses my core over my panties. “Yes oppa I want you to eat my pussy please” he pulls my panties down and attacks my core. The feeling overwhelmingly wonderful “FUCK! OPPA!” My hand buries in his hair as he sucks softly on my clit. “You taste so much fucking better than ive imagined baby girl.” The need for yoongi grows “Oppa...?” I ask softly, Yoongi lifts his head worried coming back up to my face. “Yes ? Are you okay?” Panic in his voice, I smile “Im fine I just want you to be inside of me... not that im not enjoying this but I only want to cum on your cock”  

Nodding yoongi sits up and begins looking through his clothes. “what are you doing?” I ask confused “Looking for my wallet I have a condom in there” “you don’t need one” Yoongi freezes and turns around “are you sure?” I nod. He drops his underwear and his member flys up and hits his stomach. A nervous look flashes across my face as yoongi lays positions himself in between my legs “ill go slow okay” his words easing my anxiety.  

“its okay baby I trust you”

#bts angst #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi #bts yoongi

[diddlesanddoodles]

DUMPLING ch 36

She watched with a muted fascination at the gathered giants. Though she was really only able to see the world passed the tree trunks of their legs, she was well able to sense their tension. It was almost as though she could smell it, like metal and upturned earth. Guards in their red leather armor stood close to the King, hands resting upon many hilts, ready to lunge and defend their liege.  

Under the thickening dullness of her mind, Nenani heard the wind-chimes. With difficulty, she braced herself against the lipper barrels and forced herself to stand onto shaking legs.  

The metal dome entrapping the serpent rose up, accompanied by the grunting efforts of Farris, Saen, and Avery. A black thing lunged out of the dark, once gleaming black scales now marred with gray and bleeding pot marks and burns in a crisscrossing patterned all over its body. Guards struck down with their swords to block the creature from slithering away between their legs and gave Yale just enough time to move. Yale lunged down upon it as it tried to slither away in another direction, pushing his entire weight down onto the snake’s body and gripped the back of its neck just below the thing’s jaws. It writhed violently beneath him, bucking the giant up and off of it as though he were nothing. Large black coils looped around his neck and squeezed.  

There was shouting and the scurrying of many legs, the unsheathing of swords and there was yelling. Loud enough to drown out the world. But suddenly, she didn’t feel the presence of the lipper barrels against her back and the snake loomed large and enormous before her, its body continuing to curl itself around Yale’s neck and chest and she heard her friend wheeze pitifully. There were many hands trying to pull the creature off of him, swords pointing down at him, aiming for the snake, but far too close to Yale. She weaved around the forest of dark leather boots and broke through the throng of them.

Her hands were up and all she could see was the frightened eyes of her friend as they stared down at her and it summoned from within her a bitter hatred that burned her from deep inside and the angry red and yellows of her flames shifted into a vibrant blue and white that turned the moisture in the air to steam. The fire that had before swirled around like water and vapor hardened into distinct shapes, vines with thick wickedly sharp thorns and they fell upon the serpent, ripping and burning its flesh. Wide furrows were racked across the creature, ripping it open. All around her the giants gasped and involuntarily stepped back, panicked whispers rippling through them in waves.

The snake recoiled at the her fire and she fell back, pulling it with her and she heard Yale take a loud gasping breath as the many hands of his fellow cooks grabbed him and pulled him out of the snake’s weakening hold. Someone was yelling her name.  

The milky white of the serpant’s eyes met her own, close enough to feel the heat of his breath on her face and her arms shook terribly as she held it there, her mind feeling as tight and brittle as a thread pulled too taut and ready to snap.

“You’re majesty! Now!”

The glowing blade of the dagger sunk into the serpent’s skull with a sickening schlk and the milky white of its eyes drained away to reveal deep amber irises just before they rolled back into the dying creature’s skull and a black mist crept out from the corners of its mouth. Maevis began to chant something loudly above her and the black miasma swirled about as though the magician’s words agitated it, hurt it, and then all at once the whole black mass of it was sucked upwards. Upwards and into open mouth of a glass jar held in the magician’s hands. He slammed a stopper into it once the black mist had settled inside. Only then did Nenani release her hold and the blue vines misted away into plumes of white steam and she fell back onto the ground, gasping, and black overtook her senses.

……………………………………….

“Hold her still,” said a voice, far off, but familiar. “That’s it. Now we just...”

“Is she breathing?”

“Stand back, dammit!”

“Go sit down, Yale!”

“IS SHE BREATHING?!”

Something pressed up against her chin and forced her head back and something shockingly cold was poured down her throat and she jolted to alertness. It tasted medicinal and spicy and it made her want to gag.

“Easy now, little one,” Maevis said, his voice gentle but tense. “Don’t fight, just drink. As much as you can.”

His voice was oddly commanding and she took several long gulps of air before she allowed more of the medicine down her throat. She felt as though she was drinking gallons of the vile brew before it stopped and she was allowed a respite. Laying in someone’s arms, she gasped and coughed, everything tingled alarmingly and her head swam and pulsed with a painful headache. She opened her eyes to see Farris’s worry stricken face above her and Maevis standing back, slipping a small flask back into his pocket.

“She’ll be fine, Farris,” Maevis said, his face set into a grim frown. “The potion’s done it’s job.”

Farris’s starred down at her and she was at a loss for what emotion she saw. His brows were narrowed, but his eyes were unfocused. She felt his arm around her pull her closer to his chest, one hand curling around her shoulder and rubbing her arm lightly.

“How do we keep that from happening again?” He asked Maevis, voice quiet and not sounding at all like himself.

“I’ll come up with something,” Maevis replied. “Her magic is all out of sorts and unfocused and spills out all at once. It needs a cap or any time she uses her fire...well. She runs the risk of...”

“So she can just drop dead?” Farris growled. “Just like that? Stop breathing and die?”

“It’s a danger all elementals face when they first come into their magic, Farris,” Maevis replied. “If they drain themselves too much too quickly, it could stop the heart.”

“Maevis,” came the voice of the King. “Do you know of a way to prevent her from spilling her magic like that?”

“I have a solution in mind. It’ll only take me a moment to procure it.”

“Then please, see to it. Once you have it, we will convene in the great hall. There’s much we need to discuss about what is to be done now.”

“Your majesty,” Maevis replied and Nenani heard his footsteps grow quieter as he left.  

“Farris,” said the King, “Please see to your staff and all what needs to be tended to. I will have Donal send you some support workers to help get everything back in order. Do not be too concerned with dinner service. We’ll manage well enough with what we have in cold storage and be content. Now, where is Haiyer?”

“I have ‘im here, yer majesty,” came Bart’s voice. “He’s ain’t hurt none, just rattled a good bit.”

“I will send Lolly down in a moment to come collect him. For now, however, I will take Nenani with me. I don’t want Annie to hear of what happened until her daughter is recovered.”  

“Aye,” Farris replied dully and Nenani was shifted about in his hold and laid into Warren’s outstretched hands. She was too weak to protest or ask questions so she laid passive in the King’s arms as he issued several more orders before leaving the cook camp. She closed her eyes for only a moment and then suddenly they were in a corridor, the air much warmer and smelled of dusty tapestries and old wood. Time seemed to slip between her fingers like so many grains of sand and she closed her eyes again for what seemed like only a few seconds before she opened them again and she was no long being held by the King, but nestled in a thick padding of soft fabric on a very large and long table. Glancing up, she found the ceiling to be a dizzying way up, far higher than any other ceiling she had seen in the castle. Many large windows lined the impossibly long room and in between each was a long ornate tapestry that glistened as though woven with gold thread.

“...some sort of fixture, a lantern maybe. Place them about the castle grounds.”

“And these would alert us to the mage’s magic?”

“Yes. We will need a good many of them, but I believe this will be our best chance at preventing what occurred today from repeating itself.”

“Yes, about that. What did we see exactly, Maevis? I don’t recall ever hearing of a Silvaaran fire mage do anything like what I just witnessed.”

“To be honest, sire...I am not entirely sure myself. Her mother’s bloodline is old and to the Silvaarans’ way of thinking at least, pure. Her being a fire mage is hardly surprising given her heritage. Her father’s bloodlines however are, from a magical standpoint, very unassuming. Very little to any magic at all. But the potency of Nenani’s magic I find to be...quite shocking. I’ve never seen a fire mage transfigure their flames like that.”

“When she was revealed to be a fire mage, I took it upon your authority that her fire was harmless. What she did today was far from harmless.”

“She’s only a child, sire. She wouldn’t...”

“Let us not mix words here, Maevis. She is a child with the power to kill. She is an untrained, wild mage.”

“The amulet will help. She wont be a danger to anyone...”

“...unless she feels threatened. Which you know just as well as I how probable that is. Especially now. She experienced that first hand did she not? One of the rangers? When she first arrived?”

“Ah, yes. I believe she did.”

“And if such an incident were to happen again now that she is bloomed? Am I to be content with a dead ranger?”

“I will work with her. She’s a smart girl. She’ll learn how to control it with some time.”

“I do not need to be told of her virtues. Nor do I hold any ill will towards the poor girl. But we must be sensible about this. Annie said that she had put a seal on her once before. Would it be possible to do so again?”

“...If at all possible, sire, I would very much like to avoid that option.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve already tried once before. The Princess’s original seal broke...it broke weeks ago. When the wyvern attacked.”

“The wyvern?” A long pause. “So it wasn’t you who...”

“No. No I wasn’t the one to kill the wyvern. It was her.”

“...why did you not inform me of this at the time? Why did you lie and say you had slain it?”

“...I was scared for her. I thought...that if I could seal her again, everything would go on as normal. But the seal...it hurt her. She complained of pain constantly. The seals were never designed for the mages’ comfort, quite the opposite in fact, and I hate that I ever did such a thing to her. So if at all possible, I would like to keep her unsealed. I do not know what kind of seal Oira could manage, but...”

“Maevis, I appreciate your devotion to the girl, but we must remember the people of this country, this Kingdom. We serve them as protectors and this mage, Aidus, is a very real threat. We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted this way.”

“I do remember, your majesty. But I cannot turn my back on her.”

“Nor am I asking you to. If this amulet does as you say, then the matter is settled. Once she has recovered some, you will begin instructing her on how to manage her magic and we will revisit this at a later time.”

“She was only trying to save Yale. They are very close, those two. And anger is a very potent fuel for mage fire. She must have buried a lot of it for so much to pour out of her.”

“I do not doubt you, my friend. And the fact that no one else was burned tells me the truth of it. But she cannot be allowed to wield such power without the tools to do so responsibly and safely. As you say, she is only a child. And one who has been through much. In any case, it might prove a useful distraction for her. A constructive outlet...”

Nenani lay within the fabric, numb and filled with emotion at the same time. What had she done? She made the King angry. He sounded so angry…she didn’t mean to do it. But she did and even as she regretted it, she was still all the same glad she had. She couldn’t let Aidus take someone else from her. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. He couldn’t have Yale. Or anyone.

Never again...

“Nenani,” came the King’s voice above her and she jerked in surprise, looking up to find him frowning at her. “You must calm yourself, child.”

It was only then that she realized she was all aflame and the fire pulsed when the surge of fear hit her.

“I’m sorry...” she said quietly.

Maevis stepped up behind Warren and reached out to pushed the fabric around her away, a gloved hand tucked itself under her shoulders and eased her up so she was sitting. “Don’t be scared,” he told her. “You’re all right now, Nenani. I have something that I believe will help with your flames.”

Something glistened in his other hand and he carefully placed a metal chain around her neck, using the tip of one finger to carefully lay the large amulet down. A familiar fire opal the size of a goose egg rested heavily against her belly, the chain being so long on her. She starred down at it, the colorful flecks of iridescent colors within the stone shining when it caught the light. There was pressure in her belly and a the feeling of something pulling at her and pulling inwards. The flames that danced around her faltered and died as the stone began to glow. After only a few moments, the light died away and she was her normal self.

Maevis grinned in clear delight and relief. “I call that a success!”

The King too looked relieved and nodded. “I am glad,” he said with a sigh and then leaned down slightly to peer at her. “Now, Nenani, did you hear what all we were just discussing?”

Without meeting the King’s eye, she nodded. “I didn’t...mean to do anything bad. I just...He’s taken so much from me already. I wasn’t going to let him take Yale too. I...I don’t even know how I did all that...I just did.”

“Do you know what happened after?” asked the King and she shook her head. “You stopped breathing, little one...”

“I...I did?” she asked looking up at him, her belly doing flips with unease.

“When an elemental uses all of their magic,” Maevis explained. “And I do mean all of it, it’s potentially fatal if emergency actions are not taken. Such as the potion I gave you. You’re newly bloomed, Nenani. And as such, you do not know how to regulate the flow of your magic. So when you used it as you did, it poured out all at once. That potion I gave you was a restorative.”

She suddenly realized why Farris looked the way he had and she bowed her head feeling shameful. After all the time having him worrying over her, she went and did it again.

“But, don’t worry!” Maevis was quick to add, tipping her head up gently with a finger. “I am going to teach you how to manage your magic so it never happens again.”

She nodded mutely. “So...did it work, at least? What you were trying to do?”

Maevis nodded. “Yes, I was able to extract the essence from the serpent. It’s locked up in the library under seventeen layers of protective spells and I may still add more tonight.”

“At least it worked,” she offered inanely.

The King nodded. “It is our hope to have a warning beacon in place soon. Maevis believes he can use the captured essence to create a barrier spells to detect the mage’s presence should he attempt to enter the grounds under guise again.”

“Which reminds me,” Maevis said, looking to Nenani with a serious expression. “How was it that you knew the serpents were Aidus’s avatars?”

“I didn’t. Haiyer did,” she replied and seeing Maevis’s bewildered stare elaborated. “He...he has an imaginary friend who he said told him to hide because there was one of Aidus’s snakes around.”

The King was not able to fully suppress the dubious smile that came to his lips. Looking to Maevis, he asked “Do you think he might be a mage as well, Maevis? That he may have sensed Aidus?”

“I do not think it so, but I haven’t had a moment to study the boy properly,” mused the Magician. “He is of the age where any magical talents would begin to show. Though...foresight is awfully rare and I’ve never heard of it appearing in the Silvaaran bloodlines.”  

    “I don’t...I don’t think it’s him,” Nenani said, earning herself the attention of both giants.

“No?” asked Maevis. “Why is that?”

“When he was telling me about her –his friend,” she said. “He said she was a fairy, but Mama and Lolly said fairies aren’t real.”

Maevis nodded, grinning a little.

“So you don’t think it could be a real fairy?” she asked.

Maevis and the King shared a look. “No, dear,” Maevis replied with a light laugh. “I am afraid it far more likely the little prince merely imagined this fairy friend. They are only to be found in folk tales and children’s stories.”

“But then,” she said. “How does he know who Bertol is?”

Maevis’s patient eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a sour frown. “Bertol?”

“Haiyer said that his fairy friend lived in the mountains with a giant...named Bertol.”

Beside him, the King laughed. “Bumbling Bertol? Wherever would the boy have heard of him?”

But Maevis looked pensive. “He wouldn’t have. At least, not that I could imagine. If he does have foresight, it might explain him knowing the name. But until I have a moment with him, I could not say for sure.” Maevis tapped his lips idly as he considered the information. “Nenani, that little stone of his. Where did he get it?”

“I gave it to him when we were still out in the wilds with Keral. He was scared so I just picked up a rock that looked pretty and told him it was magic. To help him calm down. It was just a rock I found.”

Maevis’s eye opened wide, his mouth hanging open agape and he said nothing for several long seconds before he then started to giggle. Warren looked to the magician in mild confusion. “Maevis?”

“You just told him it was magic? That’s all?”

“Yes...” she replied, unsure and a little bewildered by the magician’s reaction.

“Oh my goodness,” he said, breathing heavily and then turning his gaze to Nenani, eyes bright with mirth. “My dear child. That was a blue quarts stone! You remember what I said about stones of power? That rock is a minor stone. A quarts.”

Nenani just starred, confused. “Huh?”

“You charmed it,” Maevis replied with a grin. “You implanted a piece of your magic inside when you gave it to him.”

Nenani opened her mouth and then closed it again as the King began to laugh. She regarded Maevis with pure befuddlement. “Wha...what? You...you can do that?”

Maevis nodded, wiping at his eyes. “Yes, dear. You can. It’s the same principal that works with that fire opal there. When presented with magic, it’ll pull it inside the stone. The greater the stone, the more power it can hold. A minor stone cannot hold much, but a simple charm would fit nicely. When you gave little Haiyer the stone, some of your magic was pulled into it. Charming it.”

She sat there dumbfounded and perplexed at the idea which only seemed to make the pair of giants chuckle more.

“But then,” she asked, “How does he know about Bertol?”

Maevis was unable to provide an answer, but decided that once he had a moment and things had settled, he would examine Haiyer to see if the small boy had in fact came into his magic, but instead of another young fire mage, they had a young oracle. And somehow no one bothered to notice.

“Oracle?” Nenani asked, unfamiliar with the word.

“Someone with the gift or foresight. The ability to see the future.”

“So...is Bertol an oracle?”

Maevis snorted distastefully. “Not in the least.”

“I didn’t think Oracles were real,” Warren admitted as he slipped onto one of benches alongside the long table.

“Exceedingly rare,” Maevis replied, taking a seat as well. “But they do appear in contemporary sources. Perhaps the Queen may know more.”

“Why would she know about Oracles?” asked Warren.

“Oracles are almost always found among the water mages. The water element lends itself to foresight. Her majesty would have grown up on tales of water mages, being from Ibronia.”

The King looked thoughtful and nodded. “I will ask her tonight.”

Wherever the conversation might have lead to was interrupted by the large set of doors at the far end of the room flying open and several giants pushed their way inside with quick and deliberate steps. They marched with purpose and brought with them a stiff and uncomfortable air, riddled with anxiety and anger.

“Your majesty!” said one of the giants at the front of the group. He was a giant of medium build, but his form was puffed out by a lavish green coat of fine embroidery with fur lined collar and cuffs. His face was set into a decidedly disagreeable frown and he seemed to be covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Warren sighed and rose up from the table to meet the group. “My Lords,” he said to them collectively and then to the green coated one, “Lord Eldherst.”

“Is it true?” the green coated giant demanded. Nenani was a little shocked at how brazenly the man was speaking to the King. Lord or not, it seemed horribly rude and Nenani found herself a little offended on behalf of Warren. She knew none of the faces and it was then that she realized all of them were dressed in fine doublets and jerkins and coats. Some had jewels on their hands or around their necks. They were more richly dressed than the King.

“My lords, there is nothing to fear,” said the King, his voice both commanding and reassuring at once. “The threat has been dealt with and precautions are being put into place as we speak.”

The green coated giant huffed through his nose. “Do you mean to say that the fire mage has been cast out, your majesty?”

There was a sickening drop in the pit of her stomach and she tried to duck down into the fabric around her. Maevi’s hand rested on the table not too far from her and he very slowly began to inch his hand towards her, his eyes never straying from the group of Lords. The King stood stiffly, taking in each of their faces, and then addressed Lord Eldherst.

“No, sir. She has not,” he replied cooly. “Nor will I.”

The man did not seem to like that answer at all. “Your majesty, it is dangerous to have that thing on castle grounds!” Brown eyes abruptly turned her way and Nenani ducked into the fabric. Maevis’s gloved hands reached out to her, abandoning all pretense, and pulled her to him and folded the cloth around her more securely. Sweeping the entire bundle up, Maevis rose to his feet. The green coated man’s face turned a strange shade of pinkish purple and he waved an angry and accusing finger at her. “That thing should be brought to the Hill tribes where it’s chaos can be contained in a place of less importance! The west wing is destroyed, the kitchens are still in pieces, and now we have giant serpents coming onto the grounds and attacking our staff! That thing is cursed and we should rid ourselves of it before someone is killed!”

The large group of agitated giant lords all murmured sounds of agreement and someone from the back yelled out, “Here, here!”

“My lords,” said the King, his voice echoing through the hall. “I hear your concerns, but I must remind you all; your grievances are with the one who had caused these misfortunes and I assure you, it is not a little girl to whom your wrath should be aimed. As you all have been informed, what we face is indeed a human mage, but it is not Nenani. The young Princess is not our enemy.”

“Yes, Princess. As you have said, my liege. But is it not true that her mother was struck from the Silvaaran royal house? Her name removed from their records? What debt do we owe still that we haven’t already paid that we should take in and honor the dubious status of a human woman and her bastard?”

“Maevis,” said the King, his words sharp and angry. “Take Princess Nenani to the library and see to her recovery.”

“Yes, your majesty,” Maevis replied with a graceful, if not stiff, bow and he turned, covering her with fabric and shielding her from the eyes of the gathered lords. Underneath, she shivered and swallowed against the lump in her throat. The day’s events played inside her mind and she recalled the look of her fire when it turned blue and took the form of vines with thick thorns, sharp and curved. The gasps from the guards around her. The King’s anger. Lord Eldherst’s fear.

What did she do?

Gods above, what did she do?

#Dumpling #G/t story #g/t writing #Giant/tiny #fantasy giant #Nenani #Yale #Farris #Maevis #Warren #Eldherst #magic #g/t

[incorrectchoniberonicaswangs]

hey baby won't you look my way (i can be your new addiction)

Chapter 3: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

ao3

Chapter Summary: There's a substitute teacher, Cheryl and Toni have a plan, and Betty is a "good fucking person."

Monday, 7:17 AM

gays united

hbicheryl: good morning gays

wannabett: CHERYL

hbicheryl: good morning gays, cousin betty

hbicheryl: happy?

wannabett: yes

hisshissmotherfucker: why the fuck are you texting us at this ungodly hour

hisshissmotherfucker: go back to sleep

nopeaz: school starts in less than an hour dipshit

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

veroffica: cheryl, you're in a way better mood than normal. what happened?

hbicheryl: im offended! cant i just be in a good mood because i feel like it?

wannabett: no

hbicheryl: fine

hbicheryl: the history teacher is sick so we have a substitute

hisshissmotherfucker: FUCK YES

wannabett: im confused why is this a good thing??

spillthefogarTEA: oh betty

spillthefogarTEA: poor, sweet betty

nopeaz: substitutes are naive and cant control the class

nopeaz: so we can do whatever we want

wannabett: im not sure thats the best idea

spillthefogarTEA: choni and i have history first period with you, cooper

spillthefogarTEA: we'll show you what we mean

8:16 AM

hbicheryl + nopeaz

hbicheryl: this is even better than i thought

nopeaz: he looks so timid

hbicheryl: this is going to be so much fun

hbicheryl: lets begin phase one

8:19 AM

gays united

wannabett: is this cheryl and tonis master plan? to text out in the open?

jugheadalones: theyre cheryl and toni

wannabett: meaning??

jugheadalones: im sure theres more to it than that

goingtoheller: ^^tru

wannabett: i guess ill just have to wait and see

8:23 AM

gays united

wannabett: okay the sub is asking cheryl and toni to get off their phones

wannabett: theyre ignoring him ofc

wannabett: asdJFDJJSSSKKDXM

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT HAPPENED

spillthefogarTEA: HE GRABBED TONIS PHONE RIGHT OUT OF HER HANDS SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING STARTLED

goingtoheller: LMAO

spillthefogarTEA: OH SHIT NOW HES READING CHONIS TEXTS FROM TONIS PHONE

wannabett: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

veroffica: I'M WHEEZING

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT DO THE TEXTS SAY

spillthefogarTEA: "maybe after this we can sneak in a quickie between classes"

spillthefogarTEA: "i could finger you up against the bathroom wall"

spillthefogarTEA: "or i could eat you out in the storage closet"

spillthefogarTEA: "of course... youd have to be quiet"

spillthefogarTEA: "do you think you can do that? can you be a good girl for me?"

wannabett: cheryl is as red as her hair

wannabett: toni looks like she wishes the earth would swallow her whole

goingtoheller: I'M DEAD.

veroffica: THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD

hbicheryl: GUYS STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNY

goingtoheller: no, this is definitely funny.

hisshissmotherfucker: wait were the texts from toni or cheryl??

wannabett: he didnt say

goingtoheller: ooh, any theories? i'm still on team vers. cheryl, can you confirm anything?

hbicheryl: SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

veroffica: i should hope so!

jugheadalones: ...i did NOT need to know this much about chonis sex life

wannabett: i guess the sub isnt as incompetent as you thought

spillthefogarTEA: lmao sucks to be you guys

spillthefogarTEA: oh shit i think hes looking at the notifications

spillthefogarTEA: "spill the... fogarty!" yep im done for youre all invited to my funeral except for choni bc they got us into this mess

wannabett: fangs' phones has been confiscated as well as cheryls in case you were wondering

wannabett: haha thats karma i guess

wannabett: fuck now he wants mine too why me??

veroffica: ...guys?

goingtoheller: that was the most exciting thing that i've witnessed secondhand in a WHILE.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hope nothing bad happened to fangs

hisshissmotherfucker: or toni or cheryl or betty

jugheadalones: i wonder whats going on there right now

veroffica: well, i don't have any classes with any of them for a while, so i won't be able to know what happened until they get their phones back.

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^

jugheadalones: ^^

goingtoheller: ^^

12:03 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: WE FINALLY GOT OUR PHONES BACK

hbicheryl: I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE THE FREEDOM

nopeaz: now i just have to go live in a cave for a few years until everyone forgets about that debacle

spillthefogarTEA: thats not going to happen any time soon

goingtoheller: fangs is right, that was iconic.

veroffica: you two will never live that down.

jugheadalones: half of riverdale high is already speculating as to which one of you two sent the texts and which one of you received the texts

hisshissmotherfucker: cheryl, toni, care to make a statement?

hbicheryl: no

nopeaz: fuck off

goingtoheller: well, at least they seem to be on the same page.

wannabett: can we talk about whats REALLY important now??

jugheadalones: and what would that be?

wannabett: ALL FOUR OF US GOT DETENTION!!

veroffica: can the substitute even do that?

spillthefogarTEA: yeah, he wrote us all up for "repeatedly disobeying a clear set of instructions"

nopeaz: at least its only for today

wannabett: ive never gotten detention before! how the hell am i going to explain this to my mom??

hbicheryl: lmao cant relate

wannabett: im a good fucking person i dont deserve this

12:39 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: wait cheryl and toni what was your master plan?

hbicheryl: oh we were just going to sext for a while and then make out in the back of the classroom

veroffica: ...that was a letdown.

goingtoheller: yeah, i expected better.

nopeaz: we were horny when we came up with that plan okay

jugheadalones: now THAT makes more sense

spillthefogarTEA: tbh im still kinda disappointed tho

1:22 PM

gays united

wannabett: SHIT

veroffica: what's wrong, betts?

wannabett: i think the school told my mom about the detention :(

goingtoheller: what makes you think that?

wannabett: shes called me four times today already

wannabett: ive been ignoring her but knowing my mom she'll probably just show up here to talk to me

jugheadalones: she wouldnt do that

wannabett: you underestimate her

veroffica: b is right. her mom is just crazy enough to do that.

1:40 PM

gays united

wannabett: huh i wonder why the secretary is calling me to the office

wannabett: it couldnt be my mom, could it??

wannabett: who wants to bet against me?

goingtoheller: a, congrats on finally living up to your screen name!

goingtoheller: b, there is no way that i'm going to be stupid enough to take you up on that.

jugheadalones: i'll bite.

jugheadalones: 20 bucks it isnt her

wannabett: youre on jug

wannabett: be prepared to lose $20

1:55 PM

gays united

wannabett: angry-mama-cooper.jpeg

wannabett: fork over the money jones

jugheadalones: ...fuck

jugheadalones: this is what i get for believing that alice cooper wouldnt be that petty??

hbicheryl: no this is what you get for being a fool

wannabett: same thing

spillthefogarTEA: okay im sure that im going to regret asking this, but what did mrs cooper want that took fifteen minutes to talk about?

wannabett: the usual

wannabett: "youre disappointing your family, you need to do better, you dont want to end up like polly," etc.

veroffica: i'm sorry, b. :(

wannabett: it isnt your fault v

veroffica: i know, but your mom clearly isn't sorry for the crazy expectations she puts on you because polly didn’t turn out the way she wanted, so somebody has to be. and i want that somebody to be me.

wannabett: you really think so?

veroffica: i know so.

spillthefogarTEA: thats so sweet

hbicheryl: and REALLY gay

spillthefogarTEA: ofc

veroffica: *bi, and betty and i are just best friends.

wannabett: ^^^

spillthefogarTEA: sweets and i are best friends and if i had said something like that to him yall wouldnt think that we were just being friends

wannabett: thats bc you and sweet pea are super gay for each other

hisshissmotherfucker: false

spillthefogarTEA: ...you dont think that im hot? :(

hisshissmotherfucker: no i think that youre the hottest person in the whole damn universe

hisshissmotherfucker: but that doesnt mean that im in love with you

hbicheryl: babe do you see this shit??

nopeaz: i see it all right

hbicheryl: im so glad that we arent like that

nopeaz: me too :)

hbicheryl: i love you toni

nopeaz: i love you too cher

veroffica: awww, that was adorable.

veroffica: but also: what will it take to convince all of you that betty and i are telling the truth??

goingtoheller: nothing, ever. you are both so clearly whipped it isn't even funny.

jugheadalones: like cheryl and toni levels of whipped

hbicheryl: except you two arent even dating!!

nopeaz: the same goes for sweets and fangs too

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

spillthefogarTEA: ^^^

wannabett: ^^^

veroffica: ^^^

jugheadalones: why do i even try anymore

2:29 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: well its time to go into the hellish pit the school calls detention

wannabett: i wonder if theyll make us do manual labor

spillthefogarTEA: sweet pea practically lived in detention at southside high, ask him

hisshissmotherfucker: thats true

hisshissmotherfucker: and yes sometimes they do make you do some janitorial work around the school

hbicheryl: oh my fucking god im going to die

jugheadalones: stop being so extra cheryl

goingtoheller: no never stop being extra cheryl it is the best part of this chat

hbicheryl: for your information hobo i will never ever stop being dramatic and if you say that again i will fight you

hbicheryl: and dont worry keller i wont change

nopeaz: thats my girl!!

hisshissmotherfucker: as i was saying

hisshissmotherfucker: youll probably just sit in a room and do your homework

hbicheryl: thats even worse

2:34 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: THEY WANT TO TAKE OUR PHONES

hbicheryl: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US ABOUT THIS SWEET PEA

hisshissmotherfucker: i thought it would be a nice surprise

nopeaz: screw you

hbicheryl: IF I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE TELL MY MOTHER THAT SHES AN AWFUL BITCH AND THAT I HATE HER

veroffica: sure thing, blossom.

3:00 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: MY PHONE IS BACK I LOVE IT SO MUCH THIS SCHOOL IS SHIT AND DETENTION FUCKING SUCKS

goingtoheller: that's a lot of moods.

jugheadalones: ^^

veroffica: "that's a lot of moods" is just cheryl's personality in a nutshell.

wannabett: tru

hisshissmotherfucker: tru

nopeaz: tru

hbicheryl: tru

Notes: Writing choni's sexts was the best part of this chapter, honestly. Also, I noticed that I refer to Cheryl and Toni as 'choni' an awful lot, which probably has direct correlation to my laziness. I know that this chapter has a lot less to do with the overlying plot, and that's because I'm trying something different. Tell me if you like it this way or if you want me to go back to more plot-heavy chapters.

#cheryl blossom #toni topaz #choni #cheryl x toni #toni x cheryl #choni fanfiction #fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #betty cooper #veronica lodge #beronica #betty x veronica #veronica x betty #beronica fanfiction #kevin keller #fangs fogarty #sweet pea #fangs x sweet pea #sweet pea x fangs #swangs #swangs fanfiction #jughead jones #groupchat #groupchat fic

[notcompliant]

Headcanon :: The Dynamic Duo :: Steve and Bucky 

This headcanon is based as a sort of meta but also default for my dynamic’s between Steve and Bucky. Please note two things, firstly this is adaptable as varying portrayals obviously have different canons and styles and secondly it is a basis for mainly my MCU default verse. 

As such, if parts of it weren’t in your canon, or you really love the MCU dynamic you don’t have to worry but also please be aware this isn’t gushy and St.ucky praising. Because on this blog I will spill truth about Bucky no matter the cold chill it takes to swallow it. 

Don’t worry though it has soft openings and a chance to be better. I’m just not a popular sugar coater whoops. 

So on we go!

1940′s the Brooklyn Boys:

Bucky meets Steve as a young teen, helping him get out of a tight spot during a fight and taking him back to his mothers diner for patching up. The two bond quickly over sciences, technology, an enjoyment of games and a want for a better tomorrow. Becoming best friends is easy, and Bucky cared for Steve like he did all of those closest to him.

This care extended to helping Steve in other ways, some he didn’t know about. As Steve’s illnesses became worse the Rogers were struggling with paying for the multitude of medication. Already having a paper route Bucky knew it wouldn’t give much, so he began looking for a second job. 

The one he found wasn’t the best of things, or entirely legal. Bucky ended up boxing for money. Already having the athleticism and training for it from his self defence classes (his mothers insistence with the turning tides of society, his father wasn’t fond of it but understood) meant that he was good. Good enough to stay alive anyway, and good enough to make some bucks from it. 

Steve’s parents didn’t ask and he didn’t tell where and how when he turned up with the medication. Glad for the help, and happy to help the silence worked well and Bucky got to see his best friend keep going and well enough to be the fighting little shit he was.

Now at this point in my portrayal Bucky doesn’t have romantic feelings for Steve. More he doubles as both a carer and a friend. It’s platonic, but intense due to the twist that comes when your life revolves around keeping someone else alive. You’ve got to understand, between boxing for Steve, fighting people with Steve, spending time with Steve and studying with Steve almost 80% of his day was wholly and entirely given to Steve who became a major part of his daily routine and life. That’s important later so keep it in mind. 

The War:

Being drafted was what changed Steve and Bucky’s dynamic, oddly enough. Away from Steve for an extended period of time, with the memories of games and the comfort of his friend Bucky did what a lot of people do when memories all they got. 

He got rose tinted glasses.

Steve became a sort of safe space mentally along with his family, to the point that Bucky’s feeling to Steve went from the role of carer and friend to more romantic in nature. Separation makes the heart fonder and all that.  

When Steve then saved him from Hydra the first time, Bucky’s mental romanticisation of Steve lingered into something close to hero worship that most people experience when being helped. Attraction comes with it. At this point, Bucky is inexplicitely heart eyes and willing to follow Steve into deadly hydra operations against any and all form of fucking logic. But hey, they’ve got their best friends back! Yay!

God don’t we wish that lasted. 

TWS onwards:

Breaking conditioning isn’t easy. Contrary to MCU belief a cutesy hand touch from a pretty redhead you potentially banged one night wont do it will i ever not drag mcu? no It’s got to be something substantial enough that your mind has made it a long term memory, not a short term one. 

Steve is that substantial memory. 

For Bucky, Steve was 80% of his daily life for years, and then someone who saved his life, who he was very likely in love with, who he idealised. Steve was a long term memory and oof did that come back with a vengeance. 

The only problem we have here is that whilst Bucky’s memory is jagged pieces and he feels affection for Steve, it’s not at strong or as all consuming as war Bucky had it. Think of it like the difference between seeing someone you love in person, and waking up from a dream you can’t really remember but you knew they were in it. You still feel warm, but you’re not all that sure why or how warm. 

Steve however, is now in the situation War Bucky was in. Idealisation and Romanticising of memories and lost potential. Or, rose tinted glasses. 

Problem with rose tinted glasses? They have the potential to make you blind, and in like in this case, make things worse. 

Steve and Bucky’s dynamic becomes toxic. Yeah, yeah I embrace the rumble of an angry fandom with a smile as I walk back into the truth of hell. It WAS toxic and you can quote me on that. 

Here’s why though since I’m going all out with this.

Steve is currently in a stage of denial, and likely due to his PTSD though remember kids mental illness isn’t an excuse to be an asshole, is currently desperately trying to cling to his image of Bucky that is right now being shredded by reality. 

Bucky’s popping his Bucky bubble and Steve isn’t taking it well, it sucks all around, especially for us watching. 

Steve is currently Bucky’s only source of information about his past and his identity, Bucky trusts him because the memory of trusting Steve is a strong and driving factor. Steve meanwhile is driven by having his Bucky back. 

In any way.

Even if for instance he has to traumatise him into reliving potentially false memories, degrade him when he doesn’t fit the mould the way Steve wants, i will fight him for the “that’s not good enough” line alone try and stop me to outright just dismissing anything Bucky says or wants and gaslighting him into “no, no I know better! I know YOU” ( “i’m not bucky” “yes you are” “no im not” “you fucking well will be even if I have to drag you through a civil war and to wakanda by your pigtails” ring any bells?) 

NOW DON’T GET ME WRONG I DON’T THINK STEVE DOES IT DELIBERATELY. Please don’t confuse me here, I’m not saying Steve is a deliberate piece of shit, only that in his own desperation he accidentally becomes the worst possible way of helping. 

And uh, well, it kinda goes downhill from there. Sadly because Steve tried to protect Bucky and in doing so lost the trust of Bucky. This is especially fitting in my portrayal where IW didn’t happen, so buckle in we’re on our last legs. 

Steve lied to Tony about his parents yeah yeah we all know blah blah civil war BUT what people don’t want to talk about is that Steve didn’t just hide it from Tony. He hid it from Bucky also. 

Look, when Bucky watches that Video not only does he go through pretty violent flash backs and border on a panic attack, but he also comes to the realisation that he can’t trust Steve to tell him the truth. 

You can see it in the way he flinches back from Steve (who is closest, reaching out, and moves first) and the way he fully intends to bolt before the real fighting starts. 

In my portrayal he steps in to try and break it up, and only fights against Tony when Tony actively starts gunning for his ass. Which is fair. Well, it’s not because neither should have been in that situation and it’s a shitty situation but like, it’s fair he’s defending himself. 

BUT from there on Bucky has an issue, and that issue is that he doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t trust his own memories and he knows he can not trust Steve to tell him all of it, or be honest about it, or to not keep things from him. 

Which is why Wakanda happens. Bucky no longer trusts Steve, and it’s not safe for him to be out. So he willingly agree’s to be frozen for a while, and let them see if they can help. Now in my canon once unfrozen he slips out of the hold because he desperately needs to learn about himself without Steve’s influence or control over the story. He NEEDS to find himself, he doesn’t hate Steve but he needs that.

By my main verse Bucky isn’t on either side, he doesn’t fully trust either side and he’s moving alone to try and figure out who he is and who he wants to be. Whilst the affection remains for Steve, it’s not romantic at that time, and Steve will have to earn his trust back just like all the other people who have (inadvertently or not) manipulated him. 

So that’s that! Thanks for making it this far, please come and cry with me about how both of them deserve better and then please give Bucky a friend he can trust, and also build a really dramatic and heart breaking reality stucky with me thank you. 

#( headcanon : bucky ) it’s like a memory from a dream #:: when will marvels reflection shooooow how unhealthy obssessive gaslighting is insiiiiiiideeeee #:: how much can i go against fandom tides before you all kick me out another blog by me

[katoninefandoms]

9. “I regret ever meeting you.”

Feat. Bucky and Steve (warning for the sad)

“I regret ever meeting you!”

Steve flinched back, shocked at the words, and stared for a moment. James was frustrated, and he knew he really shouldn’t take it out on Steve, but...

“Buck-”

“I’d never have gotten into this… this… mess . I’d never have lost my arm, I’d never have been with… with them… and I… I…” He whirled around and shouted in frustration, driving his metal fist through the wall. “I hate being here! I hate what they did! I hate that I had to go off to war, and I hate that that stupid fall didn’t kill me off.” His breaths were ragged. “I hate that you didn’t catch me,” he hissed. “I hate that I can’t remember things before that.” He ripped his hand back out from the broken plaster. “I hate being around you, all hopeful that I’ll remember you. But I won’t . I can’t . So why don’t you just give up already?”

James’ chest heaved and he turned around, half expecting Steve to be gone. But he was still standing there, frozen. He looked away when James met his eyes, and James could see how deep and measured his breaths were. He could see the redness starting to creep around the corners of Steve’s eyes, and his stomach dropped. Oh. Oh, no. But Steve started to nod, backing away.

“Okay.” His voice was low and quiet, and he turned, leaving the room. James’ advanced hearing was the only reason he heard Steve’s mumbled, “I’ll let Natasha know she needs to help you finish.”

James watched Steve go, unable to follow him. Steve had been incredibly patient with him throughout all of his reintroduction to the modern world. Natasha helped him with histories and learning about the new politics. Steve taught him about pop culture and tried to help him remember things about his own past. James tried his best to remember, because, for some reason, it made his stomach flip whenever Steve’s eyes lit up, happy that he had remembered, even if he still couldn’t remember their supposed life together in Brooklyn. He knew that sometimes he got temperamental, angry that he couldn’t do something as simple as remember things about himself. But Steve had never let it get to him — at least, in front of James.

Natasha eventually walked in, and helped him calm down, eventually getting him to sit, cross-legged on the floor.

“I screwed up,” he muttered, holding his head in his hands.

Natasha just shook her head, rubbing his back gently. “It’s okay, James. This is part of your process. You’re allowed to be angry.”

“But Steve… He’s just trying-”

“He knows what he’s getting into by helping you. He knows that this is something that can happen, and that may happen again.”

James was silent for a few moments, just thinking. “I told him he should stop trying.” She raised an eyebrow for him to continue. He swallowed, “He just… he said, ‘Okay’. And then he backed out… he was crying…”

She frowned and her hand stopped for a moment. His breath stuttered at that. She shook her head and gave him a small hug.

“Do you really want him to stop?”

James shook his head, “No… No he’s… I like it when he’s around, he… he knows. He knows about me and it’s just easier to believe that maybe I was… good once.”

She was quiet for a moment, and then cupped his cheek, kissing his forehead. “Go find him. Talk to him.” She gave him a small smile. “He doesn’t want to give up. I think he just wasn’t prepared for it this time.”

James took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Is… Do you know where he is?”

She stood, “I don’t. But he’s probably found a good chair.”

She let her hand brush over the top of her head before heading out of the room.

James huffed and rubbed a hand over his face. He sat for a long time, just considering his options. He should fix it, he knew that. But being around Steve anymore just seemed to set him entirely on edge. The guy was helpful sometimes, and always kind, but James just couldn’t handle the pressure of Steve’s expectations. He couldn’t handle seeing him disappointed after every session when James didn’t magically remember everything they had been through together. And while he could understand that it was hard for Steve, too, it wasn’t something he was really wanting to try and deal with anymore.

Then again, this time, Steve had left with something worse than disappointment, and that was weighing on James.

He could wait a day, maybe, and see how he felt about it then. But it also didn’t feel right leaving Steve so upset.

Before he quite realized what he was doing, James was up and across the room, pressing the button for the elevator. It opened almost immediately, and he stepped in.

“Sergeant Barnes,” the AI greeted. JARVIS, he thought. “Where shall I take you?”

He had no idea where to look first, so he said, softly, “To Steve.”

“Right away.”

The doors opened again once they reached Steve’s floor, which seemed maybe too obvious a place to look. But Natasha had been correct, and Steve was in the far corner of the room, curled up in a large armchair.

The chair wasn’t something James had paid much attention to before, other than to notice that it was very out of place in the modern decor that Stark had outfitted all the rooms with. It was old and worn, with an ugly green and yellow pattern. To its credit, it had always seemed a very comfy chair, well-stuffed and plush. He’d once thought he’d be able to nap on that chair if he tried.

He wouldn’t, though. It was Steve’s comfort space, he could tell. Steve’s knees were pulled up to his chest, and his head was resting on his knees. But it wasn’t tight. He was more relaxed as he watched the city from above. His face was still sad, eyes still red-rimmed, but he was calmer at least.

James cleared his throat, and it took a moment for Steve’s head to turn. They locked eyes, and Steve went rigid. James winced a little and ducked his head, trying to seem meeker. He took a few more steps in, coming closer so that he would be able to speak softly.

“I need to apologize,” he said, careful to look at the floor. “I can’t… I can’t regret meeting you if… if I can’t remember… meeting you.” The frowned. That wasn’t quite what he wanted to say, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Steve was already replying.

“You have every right to regret it,” he said, voice low. “What happened to you was awful, and I… I was always a… challenge.” His smile was pained. “It’s fine. I’ll just let Nat cover things with you.”

“No,” he said, quickly. Steve looked up at him, confused. “I… I really didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated. But you… You know things. That I don’t. About by life and they’re important things. And I…” He took a deep breath and decided to just be honest. He closed his eyes. “I like being able to get things right. You get happy and it’s… right. Something in me knows that it’s right for me to make you smile. I want to try.” He looked up again, and saw tears in Steve’s eyes again. He moved closer and set a hand on his shoulder. Steve’s eyes focused on his knees. “I’m not… I’m not good, but I wanna be. And, most days… you’re the reason I wanna be. Don’t… Please don’t give up on me, Steve.”

Steve was silent for several moments, but James could feel him shaking under his palm. He started to rub Steve’s shoulders just a little, and a sob left the other man. Steve pressed his face against his thighs and started to cry again, in earnest. James felt his own eyes sting in sympathy, the knots in his stomach roiling. He knelt in front of the chair and pulled Steve down onto the floor with him, holding him close. He let Steve hide his face against James’ chest as he cried, and James just pet his hair, letting him hold on as tight as he needed.

It took several minutes for Steve to cry himself out. James’ knees were hurting, and his back felt odd in his positions, but he held it, his training helping him hold the position. He let his hand curl in Steve’s hair, just holding on a little.

Steve’s breath stuttered, and he held still in James’ arms just a minute or two longer before pulling away. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes. James’ hand let go of his hair, but moved quickly to hold his free hand.

Steve laughed weakly, “Thanks…”

James took a deep breath, “I was wrong. I want to remember, I just… It’s hard. I need your help Steve.”

Steve was shaking his head. “You already told me. It’s… it’s fine. You’re allowed to be upset.” He gave James’ hand a squeeze, and smiled just a little. “But… yeah. Thank you.”

James couldn’t help but smile, a little wider, in return. The knots in his belly were untwisting at seeing Steve smile again. He pulled Steve into another hug, and grinned wide as Steve’s arms wrapped around him.

#fic 9 of 100 #buckybarnes #thewintersoldier #steverogers #captainamerica #natasharomanoff #blackwidow #buckynat is kinda hinted at

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anyway what am I doing? what have i done? 

it’s part one of a wedding fic. 

“Oh hell no.” Misty Knight felt sick immediately after she read the card inside the strange envelope left for her on her desk. She called Luke on his phone. She hoped he knew what to expect. 

Luke found a white envelope on one of the tables at Pop’s when he returned from yet another drug bust. He stopped it in record time. Somehow they still tried it. Even knowing nothing could hurt him. What was the benefit? He sighed and collapsed into one of the barber shop chairs. He was about ready to doze off when his phone rang. He wanted to ignore it but he begrudgingly decided to pick up. He groaned into the phone “Misty?” 

“Luke. Did you get an unmarked envelope?” Her voice sounded tense. 

“I just saw one by a chair in Pop’s. Staring right at it.” 

“Luke, open it right now. If it’s anything like mine...you won’t even know what to believe...shit, I can’t believe...”

“Is it Mariah? Shades?” Luke’s heart began to race as he tried to think of what the may-december bonnie and clyde were planning now. 

“Yes and yes. Come on, Luke, open it and tell me what it is!”

Luke groaned loudly and ripped open the envelope careful so as not to break it in two, as he was wont to do. A card. It had a brilliant sheen, and it almost blinded him. In frilly black writing, the front said “Together Always.” Sweet Christmas. Luke felt sickened just opening it, and once he read the inside, he became absolutely ill. Mariah and Shades had found a way to hurt him after all. 

“Misty...This can’t be real...”

“I can’t believe it either, what the hell...” Misty was shaken, and Luke could sense her trembling over the phone. 

“Together always? You get that too?” 

“Yep.” Misty cleared her throat but she still felt hoarse. 

Luke looked down once more at the inside of the card. “Fuck me” he said, and he immediately went and put ten bucks in the swear jar. 

The card read: “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mariah Dillard and Hernan Alvarez.” 

“No, no, no! Alex, did you tell him I wanted a lemon cake, five tiers, and vanilla buttercream with lavender undertones?!” 

“I did, Madam” Alex piped up. “I’ll go notify the bakers.” 

“Good boy” Mariah purred. “Now go! SUGAR! Get your ass in here NOW!” 

Sugar reluctantly walked up to his boss in the Harlem’s Paradise office just as Alex was leaving. “Yes, Ma...Mariah?” 

“Tell the florist I said red roses only! I’m not blind, I can see that he slipped in some pink with that lazy eye of his.” 

‘Will do” Sugar said, his voice cracking. He hurried out of there as quick as possible. 

Mariah poured herself a vodka on the rocks. She fell back into her seat and looked up at the ceiling. Planning a wedding was hard. The only wedding she’d gotten was a stiff affair entirely controlled by Mama Mabel and Jackson Dillard’s tight-ass family. It was rushed and strictly business. It was a procedure more than a union. The only hope in it was that she could stop being Stokes. She could just be Dillard. This had to be special, she wasn’t getting any younger.

Hernan sauntered in. He went over to his fiancee and kissed her on the cheek. “Drinking at ten AM again? Baby, what’s wrong?” 

Mariah scoffed. It was just one drink. “The god damn baker fucked up. And so did the florist.” 

“Who gives a shit about any of that? I’ll marry you anywhere any time. The courthouse, like I offered.” 

“The gangster who wants to go to court” Mariah laughed darkly. Hernan shook his head, exasperated. 

“Hernan” Mariah persisted “Mama Mabel and...and Uncle Pete robbed me of my dream wedding. My wedding to Jackson was a slapped together arranged one! I had already had Tilda and he was gay...This will be different, of course, you’re only half gay...” 

Hernan stared down at her coldly, then turned to leave the office. Mariah instantly realized her mistake. 

“Hernan, I didn’t mean that! Don’t leave!” She stumbled to her feet and went after him. He turned back to look at her, trying to remain angry. But her eyes... 

Hernan exhaled and gave her a stern look. “I’m crazy about you, but you need to stop. You don’t mention...” He looked down at his feet. He wished he could stay in the moment with the woman he loved. 

“I won’t mention. Hernan I’m just so stressed. I want this wedding to be perfect. Magical. I want to feel like a queen.”

“Bullshit. You know damn well you’re a queen. You know god damn well I do everything I can to remind you of that” Hernan said softly. “You know I want this wedding to go smoothly.” 

Mariah rested her head in his chest, and wrapped her arms around his sides. Hernan kissed the top of her head, putting his arms around her in turn. 

“Don’t ever mention...” Hernan muttered, his voice faltering. Mariah nodded, head still against his chest. Hernan knew what they both went through. He knew now what Mariah had gone through. He knew she knew about Comanche. But he knew she knew better than to prod him about his sexuality. 

She looked up at him. He gazed into her deep brown eyes. She was tipsy. 

“I’ll get some coffee for you” he murmured. Mariah looked at him and a smile spread across her face. Hernan realized what he said. He smiled too. “I meant to drink. But we can...I have time...”

“I like that Puerto Rican blend” she grinned. Hernan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling himself. 

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No Duty Of Care: The Townsville City Council Turns Its Back On A Group Of Ratepayers Who Face A Major Health Hazard.

And in so doing, the TCC has exposed the city to a possible million dollar class action. A large group of Cluden residents are under dust attack from an industrial site that has just been given permission for a unbelievable increase in polluting activity. Residents are mad as hell and not taking it anymore. And that has raised a looming possibility the Townsville City Council, along with the state government, may be liable through negligence for any illness particularly respiratory that occurs in the area. The matter now looks like its headed for the Supreme Court. And what a great little money-spinner for legal fee-gouger extraordinaire Barry Taylor of Emanate Legal, who is the solicitor for the industrial owner. And the council is in hot water at the other end of town, at Bluewater. There is evidence that the council actively nobbled any investigation into the illegal demolition of some long-established beach huts at Toolakea Beach. Now, government authorities have confirmed that the way the demolition was carried out WAS illegal, and possibly leaking of pollution into reef waters. Adele The Impaler is no more, apparently the TCC CEO has suddenly as in yesterday, Friday - taken indefinite sick leave, but The Astonisher suggests IF she returns, it will not be as CEO the paper that is All For You sure aint telling you all it knows. The Pie pontificates. And many members in the Townsville Backscratchers Club on parade in the Bulletins 50 Most Influential list, but youd think someone was drunk at the paper some of the write-ups are simply bizarre. And who is not listed is as interesting as who is. But first Gabbling Gobbler Pardons Gabbling Gobbler Every year on the fourth Thursday in November, Thanksgiving Day is celebrated, nowadays a secular holiday where families traditional get together and attack a roast turkey and each other as only families can. Another tradition well, it started with George W Bush in 1989 is that the President of the day pardons i.e. spares its life - of a turkey. This year it was a real turkey-to- turkey moment, with President Trumpet cheerfully forgiving the bird whatever sins it may committed perhaps it murdered a journalist, which also apparently merits a presidential pardon. But while Thanksgiving is a secular event enjoyed by all except the 50 million turkeys that hit the American tables every year Christmas is a different matter, with varying religions taking different views on the festive celebrations. But Bentley seems to think there is at least one Muslim willing to play Santa and turn a blind eye to not so good little boys.

Dusted But Not Done

This week, weve been getting headlines from down south about the inconvenience and disruption being caused by dust storms blowing in from the outback across metropolitan areas. These have triggered health warnings that the dust could cause respiratory health risks. The Bulletin has been running these stories but the paper that is All For You is blatantly ignoring the plight of more than 200 Townsville residents who face a far greater and possibly more dangerous permanent dust storm, at least 6 days a week, every week of the year. And the government, with the approval of the Townsville City Council, has just made it twenty yes, thats twenty times worse for the 200 residents and 60 or more rate paying homes in the pocket of Cluden particularly along Racecourse Road.

Another fine pic from The Astonishers Evan Morgan Background: Goodsells Earthmoving on Racecourse Road at Cluden is a concrete crushing and composting operation, making product mainly for landscapers. Their operation has been a bone of contention with local residents for some years, but now, the state government has granted the company approval to increase its annual operation from 20,000 to a massive 320,000 tonnes. This unbelievable increase is breathtaking in every sense, including literally. One effect will be that residents will now have a constant convoy of more than 60 dusty trucks rumbling past into the plant and then leaving by the same route. 180 a day, every day, and on Saturday mornings as well. Many children live in the area. And this is just a small sample of what residents are expected t tolerate.

The application was waved through by the Townsville City Council, despite loud and angry objections from scores of people who face not only their properties being ruinously devalued, their right to a reasonable outdoor lifestyle ruined, but also being subject to unknown health risks from constant heavy dust being sent across the area by Goodsells and the trucks. A petition of 179 signatures got nowhere. Now let The Magpie right here state he has no objection to an operation like Goodsells, who employ about 20 people six are family members, The Pie has been told and for all he knows, they are good corporate citizens. But upping the ante like this casts doubt on whether they are good community citizens. The government Co-ordinator General Barry Broe, who granted the application because Goodsells is sited on the government-administered Townsville State Development Area, has imposed some conditions but residents believe they are totally inadequate, and too little too late in the face of the mammoth increase in activity. Local councillor Les Messagebank Walker has been making soothing noises but has done absolutely nothing, claiming it is out of his, and the councils, hands. Which unless he is a spineless, time-serving money-grubber, is absolute bollocks. Les, there are at least 60 rate paying homes there all in the division whose best interests you are supposed to represent. They are owed a duty of care by you and the council, but now, it is the residents who will have foot the bill for a legal challenge that they shouldnt have to make. But make it they will, The Pie is told, with a retired barrister so outraged by the Co-ordinator Generals decision he says it is clearly a technical mistake under the legislation which must be plain to any informed person that he will take the case to the Supreme Court pro bono. (Thats legal stuff meaning for free.) But The Danger For The Council Is Nothing To Sniff At And all ratepayers should be worried, because this could easily become a very expensive scenario. As far as The Magpie has been able to ascertain, the council and the government for that matter have not done any comprehensive tests on possible health risks, from contaminants or worse, in the dust flying around. Dust that comes from rubble from God knows where. Apparently some tests were done on the Goodsells site, but much of the effluvium is high in the air as it passes across to the community. No one has done tests at the houses, where samples wont be hard to find.

So if someone, a youngster or an aged person particularly, develop respiratory problems of whatever severity, and the illness can be pinned on the dust, then the legal fraternity will be on the phone immediately ordering new spinnakers for the yacht pronto, such will be the legal windfall (no pun intended). And the council could easily be in the firing line. The secretive culture at work in Walker Street will have to pay the piper sooner or later. And Has Barry Taylor Found Another Cash Cow?

Big Bazza Taylor Our old mate has a habit greatly frowned upon from time to time by the courts of shopping around for clients which he entices with grossly underflated cost estimates, which blow out in alarming and imaginative fashion. (This is the likely scenario for Rabieh Krayem, convincing that poor bugger that it would be a good idea to sue The Magpie for something said in this blog financially, that good idea would seem to be unravelling at a rapid rate). And a recent matter in the Supreme Court sitting in Rockhampton had Bazza and his employee of questionable ability Vanesa Gleeson (yup, Typos missus) doing a legal backpedal that wouldve wowed Circus Oz when the judge signalled that Taylors fee charging details might put him in a mind to consider giving Taylor and Emanate Legal a right old public bollocking and sanction, our boy settled the matter lickety split, which would seem to involve him repaying a client more than half a million in gouged fees. So one wonders if Bazza or Gleeson in their collective wisdom, decided that Goodsells would be good for a few tens of thousands initially, but knowing the sky could be the limit. There is a hint of this in the fact that Goodsells have lodged an appeal against some piddling little conditions imposed by the Co-ordinator General, when common sense would have suggested financially certainly just let it ride. So did Enema Legal (motto: well go through your wallet like a dose of salts) suggest an appeal of little import but big bucks? By now, Bazza must be jagging on the Krug with the prospect of this going to the Supreme Court. Almost makes you feel sorry for Goodsells. But it is reported third hand that Bazza has maintained that sparkling, impish humour for which he is renowned. It is said when a local state politician expressed some support for the residents, Bazza is said to have exclaimed Tell them to lay off, theyre sending my client broke. Goodsells may well end up broke, but the residents will have very little to do with it, one suspects. But Theyre Everywhere The TCC and Emanate Are Also Busy At The Other End Of Town As in Bluewater. Emanate is involved on the northern beaches in an interesting way. The Navarro family owned the property next door to the harassed and bullied widow Sandra Richards when arsonists, believed to be t a local rogue fire officer and a local real estate agent, set fire to a fence and some grassland on Mrs Richards land. And daughter Connie Navarro is a solicitor with Emanate Legal, and has also worked in an advisory capacity with the council on zoning matters. That arson matter is yet to play out in full, but there were far more interesting developments a bit south, at Toolakea, concerning the illegal demolition of several beach huts two or three years ago (as reported in this blog). And the real estate arson suspects is heavily involved here too. Cameron Richards, Sandras son, is not a man easily sidetracked, and he and other like-minded folk have been doggedly pursuing the demolition matter. And this week, the hard work was partly vindicated. The Magpie received this from Cameron mid-week. We have come came across a matter that is quite pressing and being kept very secret, and that is how inspectors for the Qld Workplace, Health and Safety (from the Cairns office) came down and physically inspected the Toolakea site where the five beach houses were demolished; they found direct evidence of asbestos contamination and an illegal demolishing process. I have spoken directly myself to the main officer, Principal Inspector Asbestos Karim De Ridder and he has confirmed this.). A full, septic tank was also buried with being emptied, and in such a way that all the material, sewerage and decaying asbestos buried in the pits are more than likely leaching into the reef waters beyond the beach.

Behind all this is an elaborate and scandalous series of events. Local retired Vietnam War Vet Laurie Bowater (who was a friend of the people whose houses were demolished with no proper warning and all the personal effects also bull-dozed into the open pit nearby -and had his house adjacent to this on state land) personally witnessed this and having once been a demolition contractor himself knew straight away that what happened was illegal and with none of the required safety procedures etc required when demolishing any houses with asbestos these days. For three years armed with extensive photographic and other evidence, Laurie has fought with the Townsville Council to get action, but has met with suspicious resistance and apparent coverups. Initially an inquiry was going to take place involving council investigator Nick Byrne but he never followed up as had been promised. And then after getting more run-around, the environment office John Waetford got concerned and took up the issue

and was apparently in the process of issuing a show cause when someone interfered to stop any further follow-up. And then earlier this year (before he went to the office of Qld Workplace Health and Safety) Cr Paul Jacobs tried to take up the issue in council with an internal memo about this case but also got nowhere). In the middle of this Laurie was told that someone had produced a letter to say that the asbestos had been removed (which we now know to be false) along with a formal letter from the council solicitor dismissing his concerns and complaints about an illegal demolishing. We will be watching developments, and will publish photos and other relevant material as matters develop. Shes Gone For Good?

TCC CEO Adele Young TCC CEO Adele Young suddenly announced yesterday she was taking indefinite sick leave. The nature of the personal problem wasnt revealed and we quite rightly are not entitled to ask or speculate. At least not on any illness, that is not the preserve of this blog or anyone else.The paper did not elaborate on its mysterious statement that if Ms Young does return, it is unlikely to be as CEO. The Magpie made this comment earlier when asked if he knew anything more. The Magpie Submitted on2018/11/24 at 9:28 am| In reply toJenny Wren. Nope, no whispers here, but there have been hints and unproven reports of previous interstate medical visits. The Magpie wishes Ms Young well, this blogs jousting on the political battlefield never involves personal spite that involves sudden unfortunate personal circumstances. But in the unlikely event that this is a masked manoeuvre of some sort, this is a goldmine for conspiracy theorists. With the Astonisher reporting only a little of what it clearly knows, it is open for us to assume that the sick leave is a means to another end, and The Pies ponders whether she has headed south, possibly to Melbourne, to be involved, possibly pre-selected, in the coming Federal election. Her time in Townsville, in itself seen down south as an undesirable posting, as a foul-mouthed Labor head-kicker has certainly seen her denigrated locally . Her political ambitions are said to boundless, so some sort of involvement with a federal Labor campaign is almost certain, one would think. All this is, of course, negated, if she does have a serious on going condition. Even if she is number two in the Astonishers Back Scratchers Top 50, most of whom belong to the circle jerk of the usual suspects, she got there on the vote of an ANONYMOUS PANEL OF JUDGES, THEMSELVES SELECTED BY THE BULLETIN. If It Was a Movie, It Would Be Called The Usual Suspects Surely, if we are supposed to take this hokum seriously, we must be told who did the judging. But given the unexpected cynical tone in some entries, maybe Raggers was the writer, if not a judge? As an exercise in reading between the lines, the Astonishers annual 50 Most Influential list has always been a challenge, but this year, it verges on the bizarre. A summary might say there was a surprising amount of damning with faint praise. The first one to catch The Pies eye was this one.

The pic made it look like Gill himself was for lease, so it shouldve also said Vacant Possession. But the bizarre bit was the assertion of the community rallying against Qantas the authors planet of origin is not known, but it sure as hell wasnt this one. Oh, and as an aside while were in this territory, FYI Mr Gill:

Note the final sentence. But back to the ville Then there was this one apparently our sixth most influential.

Again, someone from another planet wrote this one, too, when the Hells Gates funding outcome was laid at this lasses carefully shod feet. That funding was down to two factors, neither of which involved Ms OCallaghan the Wentworth by-election result and Bob Katters greater leverage as a result. And whats that malarkey about an uncanny ability to compromise and manoeuvre around challenges with relative ease? Is avoiding challenges and with relative ease what we really want from a CEO in charge of attracting wealth and fighting for the best outcomes for this city? Silly writing but actually, probably inadvertently accurate. But the real doozy is this one Brisbane giveaway backdrop and all ..

15. Stephen Beckett Chief of staff to the mayor, Jenny Hill New After moving to Townsville as the city councils community engagement general manager, Stephen Beckett has moved into Mayor Jenny Hills office to act as her chief of staff. With extensive experience in public relations and with the Labor Party, Mr Becketts new appointment was likely made to ramp things up as the council heads into the second half of its term of government. Mr Beckett has previously served as the deputy chief of staff to former Queensland Premier Anna Bligh and was a senior policy adviser for Peter Beattie. His main public success story with Townsville City Council has been scooping up a pile of national public relations awards primarily for the innovative, and often hilarious, social media posts done by his media team. But behind the scenes his responsibility is to keep the council out of the public eye for the wrong reasons and his influence is a driver of council policy. Read that last line again The Screaming Midget (the moniker bestowed by his devoted staff) mustve done a wincing double take when he read that, it is the very last thing an underhanded backroom Labor spinner would want to see in print. Although this reportedly extremely unpleasant little Labor blow-in prick, who has also managed to impose his missus firmly on the local public tit (hospital board $44pa), has seen those sentiments regularly in The Magpie, you can bet he never expected to see his own publicity sheet state The Bulletin so blatantly describe what a Gollum he is. And a commenter didnt miss an opportunity to give Mr Beckett some helpful advice. Author : Inside TCC Comment: Call the influential 50 what it really is, the people who spend the most on advertising in the Bully. And angry Troll Beckett cant even get his job title correct, its head of office for the Mayor and while on Mr Midget if hes responsible for keeping the council out of the spotlight for the wrong reason then they need to buy him a gag! And of course, we must give a nod to the Astonisher with that one for the English does that mean he keeps them out of the public eye for wrong reasons, or -heaven forfend he must keep hidden council misdeeds. Good luck, chum. And good luck, Townsville. Well leaf through others for a laugh as the week goes by, keep an eye on comments here. And have your say about who you think shouldve been listed but wasnt (Linda Ashton stands out). The Pie has one other candidate who missed out and the old bird has always said so since the inception of this list more than 10 years ago if this is to be any semi-serious guide to influence, the editor of the paper itself is a must inclusion. God knows, taking almost sole responsibility for the stadium debacle and total guff about the paper getting the stage two water pipeline funding, Jenna, you cant have it both ways or are you part of the citys governing culture of secrecy. As Kamal used to say, why are people so cruel? Its a question that can be levelled at social media every day. As cub reporter Clare Cameron has found out.

But Dont Worry, Your Much Loved Elsewhere It Would Seem You know, in the army, some toady blokes were called Textra, because to know who they were, you had to write their names on the soles of their boots, they were so far up the sergeant. Ditto with bosses, Clare, so off to Officeworks, girl.

And the love-in gets more fevered check out this exchange.

Please girls, get a hotel room, and yes, we dont want to see the video. Especially not if you invite your besties George C and the PM to join you. Other Stuff Just In Case You Missed It Ever watched the show on the ABC, Antique Roadshow, where experts go into raptures about chamber pots, teddy bears and bone handled butter knives. Can be quiet interesting in parts, if you can get past the Arent I just the clever dick, let me patronise you attitude.Well, the ABC has piloted a special local version. And just in case you REALLY wanted to know

And an interesting pairing of news and ads in this weeks Astonisher.

And finally, the week from Trumpistan and elsewhere.

And just to save all you readers having to say it

.. Thats it for the week, but as mentioned above, keep an eye on comments, they are often very funny indeed, and let us know who you think should have been in the most influential list if we get enough, maybe The Magpie will do his own Top Ten. And The Pie will fully understand if his tardiness in publishing this weeks drivel has blunted your normally generous spirit, but just in case your largesse is still intact,the how to donate button is just below. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/no-duty-of-care-the-townsville-city-council-turns-its-back-on-a-group-of-ratepayers-who-face-a-major-health-hazard/

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8.24.17

last day yall

i woke up today at like 830! and then i came online and... i had pretty much nothing to do. i guess i got like 2 replies but shit i mean. i wasnt feeling either of them so i just checked all of my sites and then fell the fuck asleep again until 12 LOL OOPS

i had to get a haircut at 1 so i had to get the fuck up then so i could go. turns out my parents have taken away my brothers car cuz hes being a dick (or maybe they found out that he sneaks out) so i had to drive us to the place even though i didnt exactly know where i was going. my brother was being a total ass so that was rly fucking annoying because i was trying to be nice, but whatever. the lady cut my hair (just a trim) and its all dry and stuff now and it looks good

while i was out, buck messaged me asking all about my headcanons for severus and lucius and man did i have a lot to tell her LOL. i sent her everything that i sent dex when he asked a while back and then i also elaborated more. turns out she might apply for him in a couple of months, and even though she doesnt reply much, i know she does a good job when she actually gets online and i wouldnt be totally opposed to that yknow so thats cool

after that i just uh watched some persona 5 letsplays and drew some of the characters for funsies. i also helped my dad put some movies on his phone and SHIT he has 64GB on his phone! i have like fucking 16! dammit!

we all had dinner together cuz im leaving tomorrow and that was fine but just annoying as usually because no one can have a conversation without getting other people angry of course. we are leaving around 4 tomorrow because TRAFFIC and then my flight leaves around 9pm. will get there at like 530am CT time so im thinking we will start being able to move in at like 7. oh damn i have to remember to tell catherine to leave a key on the porch so that i can get in if she is still sleeping. i hope i remember

then i spent many hours packing. it was REALLY hard to get all of my shit in there omg! i got a few extra pairs of pants and that goddam dildo (which i had to put in the box again obvs so that i can unpack without anyone seeing it) so that took up a lot of room, as well as my tennis shoes. i have one bag that im checking, and then my mini duffel and a backpack. everything is away except for 2 dresses that are drying, my toiletries, my electronics and chargers, and snacks that im getting tomorrow. i think i did a pretty good job honestly

after i finished all of that, i sat down and did 2 of my 3 replies. the other one sux and is boring so i copied it and im going to do it on the plane tomorrow because i wont have any distractions. hopefully ill also do some writing in general, although i might feel a little uncomfy writing the fic ive been working on. good news is that i have an idea for another one that wont be gross for a while so i can also do that

btw probably wont post my blog post tomorrow night lol but ill do my best to remember to write it and then post in the next day. uh but i also dont have internet at my place so im, who knows, it might be a while but ill still be writing

#strong blogs #8.24.17