#ive been working on it for like two hours and mmmm still a lot of work to do

[sicjimin]

can you do one where jin gets sick during a concert that he needs to be put on iv drips before the show (some emeto pls)? and throughout the concert jin is suuuuuper clingy to jungkook, hugging him from behind bcs it melts my heart everytime i remember how the members say jin is rlly clingy when he's tired. kookjin was so cute during the busan concert, they got me teary-eyed. pls do this if you can ryu ur my fav writer on tumblr 🥺

— Busan Chaos (Seokjin ver.) —

a.n : this is not a part 2 of my previous fic .. i just ran out of title 🤣 and since i use the same concert in mind, so hence the related title. anon, thank you for requesting !! im so sorry for the long wait, i hope you're still around TT and i hope this is fluff enough .. for you? or at least what you had in mind .. aha i hope you like it , happy reading !

"Aahh ..", Seokjin moans in pain. His voices echoes through the small bathroom as it got amplifies by the toilet bowl he's currently dived his head into.

"Sshh .. it will be over soon, hyung", Jungkook murmurs beside him, his hand been steadily rubbing the older back up and down since 5 minutes ago.

Seokjin whines again, moving his hand from his head to his stomach, rubbing it aggresively to get the shit done. "I just want to pu—mmmm", he squeezed his eyes shut as his body shuddered with a harsh wave of nausea. He then scooted forward to lean further over the toilet.  "Kook .. i feel sick", he breathes out, letting his lips part slightly and trembled with a shallow gag.

"I know hyungie .. it's okay", Jungkook sits up straight, brushing the older hair back and massaging his tense nape—feeling it tenses with preparation. "You will feel better soon"

Seokjin huffs, gripping the toilet tightly as he retched with increasing intensity, and after less than a minute a lumpy flow of brownish vomit coursed out of his mouth and splashed noisily into the water. "Fuck ..", he chokes out, visibly shuddering, as his fingers curls even tighter than before.

"Ah .. that's great hyung", Jungkook says softly, "Let it out"

Seokjin sucks a deep breathe—his response was a gurgling heave, and another flood of mush poured out of his mouth. There gone ramyeon he ate this morning. He coughs when the spice caught up on his throat and nose. He sniffles, letting tears flowed down his cheeks as he closed his eyes—a burp rumbles through his body as a mouthful of vomit coming up. His stomach is working up—churning its content up wave after wave until it's filling half of the bowl.

"Hyung .. breathe .. you're throwing up a lot", Jungkook mumbles beside him, flushing the toilet when the gag has stopped. The older still has his head ducked down. "Are you done?"

Seokjin swallows hard, shaking his head weakly, resting his forearms on the toilet seat and angling his mouth into the bowl. "Still feel horrible", he belched and drooled.

He's sure that the makeup artists gonna scold him once he's done. His makeup is all smudged right now with snot and tears. "What time is it?", he croakes out. They have to get ready in two hours.

"We still have time, don't worry hyung", Jungkook reassures him gently, wiping the corners of Seokjin's mouth. "The others will come find us when they finished getting ready".

Seokjin hums. He feels awful. His head is pounding, his heart pounds and his stomach clenches violently as more saliva escapes from his lips. It's like his body is trying its best to expel everything inside of him at once. He ends up giving out 2 more rounds of his stomach content again—before his body deeming that it's enough.

Jungkook trails beside him. His hand never leaves Seokjin waist as he helps the older walk back to their room. At time like this, he's grateful for the younger—he's strong, and he can be intimidating if he wants ; as he glares at the makeup artists when they almost fussed over him. "Let Seokjin hyung rest first, we still have time"

Seokjin barely have energy to say anything—immediately curled on the couch and hides under the blanket. He feels cold. Everything is cold.

Jungkook leans over him, holding up the cup of water with one hand while rubbing his back in slow circular motions. His other hand brushes through Seokjin’s sweaty hair, keeping it out of his eyes. “Drink first hyung, you need to be hydrated", he tells Seokjin firmly, and gives him some water in a straw.

Seokjin grunts, and sips slowly at the water. He groaned once, but didn't really make much noise. The water tasted bitter, but it helped him calm down a bit. He felt a little better.

"Do you need anything?"

Seokjin shakes his head, "No .. let me rest for five minutes", he whispers hoarsely.

Jungkook nodded understandingly and continued to rub Seokjin’s back, “Okay hyung, take your time, I'll wake you up later”

***

Seokjin woke up feeling more exhausted than ever. His fever been progressively worse, and also his headache and his nausea. It feels like his organ pulling him in every other directions. He groans, stirring awake—not sure who he needs to call for help.

"Hyung .. you're awake?"

Someone hovered over him, and that must be Yoongi—his grumpy yet soft voices give it away.

"Yoongi ..", Seokjin tried to sit up, but his limbs are weak. He fell back on the couch after struggling for a moment. His whole face paled, as he tried not to throw up again.

"Don't move too much", Yoongi's voice is laced with concern, taking Seokjin's arm to steady him so he doesn't slam his head against the couch.

"What time is it?", he asks, hands nursing his temples as the world is spinning around him. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, or he will throw up.

"4.30", Yoongi answers quietly. Fuck, they have to get ready in an hour. "What are you feeling?"

"Awful", Seokjin breathes out. He doesn't have time. "Can you asks for IV, Yoon?"

Yoongi's breathe hitched. It looks like he gonna say something, but decides against it. "Okay", he opted instead. "Wait here hyung"

Seokjin nods, inhaling a cautious breathe as he tries to calm down his erratic heart. It didn't take long, before there's staff and a worried Jungkook and Yoongi fussing around him.

"Not feeling better hyung?", Jungkook asked concerned. It's make sense—He is rarely sick. Especially ; this bad. So seeing him like this must be scaring the youngest.

Seokjin smiled weakly, "After this, Kook. Hyung will be fine"

"You can always sit down the concert hyung. We will be fine", Yoongi mumbles. And Seokjin bites his lips as needles prick into his skin—a second later, liquid flowing through it. He takes a deep breathe.

Please work.

"No .. i don't want to", Seokjin mutters. He grimaces at the stinging sensation. It's starting to get uncomfortable. "I think i'm going to puke again", he mumbled, turning his gaze to the younger.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Yoongi already gone—coming back few seconds later with plastic bag in hands. They both sitting closer to the older ; Yoongi cupping the bag under Seokjin's mouth, and Jungkook holding him steady as he starts to retch—the contents of his stomach spilling onto the bag. Seokjin vomited for a while—until his stomach empty itself.

"Fuck .. this is awful", he groans once all of the water he took already moving to the bag. Yoongi disposed it quickly ; afraid that the sight might set him off again. But the elder did relax afterwards, and lays down.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off Seokjin forehead with the back of his palm

"How are you feeling now?", Jungkook asks softly.

"I'm a little dizzy, but better", Seokjin murmurs.

Namjoon barges in before Jungkook can fuss over him again. His eyes full of concern. He must have a lot in his mind—so before Namjoon can frets ; "Hyung will be fine, i will perform, Joon"

"Hyung .. no", the leader breathes out. "I don't want to risk it"

Seokjin sighs, "Joon-ah, i'm fine! i already took IV, see?", he sways his hand that still pricked with needle, "I will feel better soon! I already am!", he looks around, wanting a little approval from .. anyone.

Hoseok bites his lips. "Hyung .. you know how it is to perform while you're sick. It's horrible"

"I know .. but i can't disappoint ARMY", he whispers, fiddling with the blanket on his laps, "This gonna be my last stage. I want to say a proper goodbye to them"

And that seems like strikes a nerve—as everyone suddenly remembered the purpose of this concert ; another side why they push through this much.

"Let him", Yoongi says after few beats of silence. "Hyung will take it easy. If it's get bad we will pull him out. At least let him meet the fans properly, us too. They deserves to see as a seven, even just for few songs"

Seokjin smiles tiredly, "Thank you", he whispers and closes his eyes, "I'm sorry I made you guys worry"

"Don't be silly", Namjoon laughs and sits beside him, "it's our job"

***

The IV drips did wonder, and maybe also a push from his inside to meet ARMY—surprisingly he managed to last until encore. He did feel dizzy and feverish few times ; taking one more IV drips and 3 cans of oxygen as he collapse badly after the first set—but he did it.

They are now saying their ment, then it's encore, and the concert will be done. He scoots closer to Jungkook—feeling his body starts to droop low ; like it knows the concert gonna end soon.

"Hyung, you're heavy", Jungkook chuckles, "Are you okay, hyung?", he whispers, pushing away his mic when he feels a warm body clinging to his hoodie. "Tired", Seokjin mumbles, eyes still watching Hoseok giving his ments.

"Hang on a little, we're done after this"

He hums—still feeling exhausted though. He bites back a yawn, and blinked tiredly at the members in front of him. He tightens his grip on Jungkook's shoulders.

Few more minutes.

"ARMYYY", he cheers out. It's time for his ment—despite his currently foggy brain, he breathes out a relief sigh when he still managed to say what he wants to say. Jungkook squeezed his shoulder in encouragement, and he smiles. Letting his head lolled to the younger.

He's so tired.

It feels like hours, until they finally bow down and say goodbye to the fans. The concert is done. He did it.

"Hyung! You're doing a great job!", Jungkook and Jimin beams right beside him, sandwiching him as they walk backstage. Seokjin smiles, blinking furiously as he could feel his energy lowering. Adrenaline visibly leaving his blood.

He feels so weak.

Jimin still chatters beside him, and so is Jungkook. So is the members that walk behind and in front of him. But Seokjin didn't catch any of that—"Kook ..", he mumbles weakly, his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders. "Jungkookie".

"Yeah hyung?"

Seokjin frowns, "I think i'm going to faint"—and then it's black for him.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jungkook

[imnotabean]

peeps i wont b posting until i do the fkckging horse idea so please be patient i will be gone 

#fr tho #this is a reminder for myself #i will see this when i try to post something else #this stupid idea has haunted me for days now #it wont even be nice idk why im so fixated on it #bye guys i see u when i finally learn how to draw a hrose #edit im not capable of this i love social media i cant live w/o posting stuff #this tag its gonna be my only soruce of communication until i finish the drawing #is** #i cant say **fuck* there are too many kids following this #so editing this again on 04/04 uh i started the horse idea #hoping it works #ive been working on it for like two hours and mmmm still a lot of work to do #the bad thing is #im one of those ppl that cant focus on anything else when they have an idea #so if i dont finish it this weekend i wont be doing my homework and thats a fact #it happens all the time #a bean talks

[multiplefandomsblog]

Streaming Relationship HCS w/ Chiaki

request(s); omg ur requests are open???? AAAJDJAKFHW ok so this might sound weird but like- relationship hcs with chiaki and a s/o who stream together, like on twitch or some shit BAHAHDJAH

sorry if that’s really specific i just think it’s a really cute idea LMAO have an amazing day ily guys <333

paring(s); streamer! Chiaki x streamer! S/o, special appearance of Hajime x Komaeda (Platonic or romantic, depends on how you perceive it)

warnings(s); light cussing, unedited, tackling???? but not like in a fight or anything, smash bros if that’s a trigger- idrk how streams work and what type of games they play — but i tried watching one and it was pretty cool :000 am still confused if i wrote this right though;;; probably more relationship gaming hcs than streaming :’) but i tried!!!! anyway back to warnings, gender-neutral reader, teeth-rotting fluff, mention of chloroform(it’s not how you think i used it for tho, no one gets drugged dw), silent treatment, sugar rushes, simps lmfao wtf-

note; WEEEEE OKAY SO I INITIALLY THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE HARD CONSIDERING IVE NEVER WATCHED A TWITCH STREAM IN MY LIFE AND IDK WHAT IT IS BUT ASDHBSDKFHJBFAS AFTER SOME ‘RESEARCH’ I TOTALLY JUST WENT HAM AND IDEAS JUST FLOWED LIKE AN ANIMAL CROSSING RIVER — anyway, hope you enjoy!!! AA

- mod chia

◊ Okay so, I think that during streams, Chiaki probably wouldn’t talk that much; and when she did, it was usually just small quiet, cute and questionable things that make you take a minute — and then die(of laughter).

The whole quiet thing is just a façade, isn’t it!? >:0

◊ If she ever loses a game, or loses some inventory, she won’t have that big of a reaction, but she’ll abruptly stop and tense. Her first instinct however, to calm herself down, is, well, you. So she’ll take a deep breath — only it’s in your chest,,, and she can’t breathe. She will just lean over to you, stuff her face in your chest and then- *SNIFFFF* 

◊ She’ll probably stay there for a while and just kind of… forget her loss, as well as forget she was on a stream(oops). 

◊ “Yeah, just give me a mmmm- minute… or more… I think.” Her voice would be muffled from the material of your shirt, and slightly drowsy — your scent is intoxicating, it’s almost like chloroform for her. One inhale, and she’s —

◊ “Chiaki...? Chiaki? W- we’re on a stream-” HAH Good luck waking her up, she’s out like a light — not only that, she will whine if you wake her up, better yet, she’ll climb further onto you until you almost fall off your gaming chair, or bean bag... bean bags are dope. *wait, i just got an idea- hol’ up

◊ It’s awkward as shit on the stream; especially when there’s people simping for your gamer girlfriend. 

◊ Right after Chiaki feels you give up on trying to rouse her, she’ll immediately take your moment of vulnerability to climb into our lap and bury her nose in your shoulder, getting comfortable before the soft snores start again. It’s so abrupt and on cue, that it makes you wonder if she was just faking her sleep, or if it was just pure muscle memory.

◊ Yes, muscle memory. 

◊ She’s done this so many times out of streams, and in, that it’s literally become instinct.

◊ You cannot start a stream without Chiaki knowing, she has your notifications on, so the moment you go live, you will hear a very silent, but full-of-emotion gasp in the other room — or even the other side of the planet depending on where you guys are located. 

◊ If you start a stream without her, she will give you the silent treatment for one hour. That’s right, one whole hour. So don’t betray her trust, one hour is longer than you think it is — you’d learn that the hard way.

◊ She may cave in after one hour, but she will definitely bring it up in a passive-aggressive way.

— “Chiaki? Are you going to order some food?” “Are you going to invite me to your next stream?” It’d be quiet, a near whisper, but you can still hear how whiny- furious she is. 

◊ If you two were streamers, it’d definitely be Chiaki who introduced you to it first, and invited you to her stream first too. Your relationship known to everyone else is kind of like,, Chiaki is player 1, and you’re player 2; if that makes sense...?

◊ Point is, everyone knows Chiaki better than you — but after some time, you two kind of become a team instead. And this was always her plan too! She always wanted to be a gaming team with you, so if you ever streamed or gamed without her, she will get mad. 

◊ — doesn’t mean she won’t play against you, however. 

◊ If you did get her mad, she will destroy you at street fighter. And at a shit ton of other games too; less merciful than usual. You swear you can see an almost terrifying fierceness in her eye as she jabs at the buttons loudly — everyone on the stream are just, nervously sweating for you.

◊ You guys probably have a cute, pastel themed gaming room with bean bags, and just shelves and shelves of imported snacks and instant noodles. The keyboard is pastel coloured, the computer, the bean bags*, everything is pastel themed and coloured; extremely soft to the eye, especially after gaming, it’s just very nice and soft for when your eyes get sore :)

◊ As mentioned earlier, you two are an unseparable team. Whenever you two are playing 2v2 against Komaeda and Hajime, you always end up in the same time — whether if it’s because you two chose to do so, or the game spinner chose for you.

◊ You suspect it’s probably because of Komaeda’s luck — but it’s nice to think that the universe ships you both together, right? 

◊ Chiaki definitely carries you, but she really doesn’t mind; it’s easy for her. And honestly, she’s just glad you’re playing with her. You being there is a huge supreme factor to her winning most of the games too. The motivation to win for her super hot partner, and to be the hero is very active when you’re sitting knee-to-knee to her.

◊ So yeah, she obliterates Hajime and Komaeda at Smash Bros because she wants to see you praise her and be impressed <33

◊ Praise her though. Seriously.

◊ Give her head pats, hug her(the favoured option), or cheer for her; all that really matters, is that she knows you’re proud of her — even if it’s live, and millions are watching, just shamelessly praise her. Your opinion matters a lot to her, so make sure to take care of that fact, take care of her.

◊ She’d definitely do the same for you!! >:000

◊ If she drank a lot of soda from the mini fridge(yes, you two have a mini fridge), and she’s super energetic from the sugar/caffeine rush, you will bet your sore ass(from sitting, get your mind out of the gutter), that she will tackle you to the ground and start squishing her forehead against yours as she stares you uncomfortably in the eye, “How did you do that!?” she’d be so proud of you, but mostly — she needed to know. How the hell. You did that.

◊ She’ll probably be vibrating from the energy, and when she gets up, she literally starts talking to everyone on the stream at a volume that may be too loud — but she doesn’t care so — “You guys saw that right...?!” through slurred speech and energy that had slowly been draining within each second, she’ll probably last on that sugar rush for a couple more seconds before clinging onto you and just. Sleeping.

#mod chia #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa headcanons #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 chiaki #dr chiaki x reader #dr chiaki #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #chiaki x reader #chiaki fluff #chiaki #chiaki nanami fluff #chiaki nanami headcanons #chiaki x reader headcanons #chiaki fluff headcanons #super danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair

[monstersdownthepath]

Spiritual Spotlight: Hanspur, the Water Rat (and Ashkaelae)

Chaotic Neutral God of Rivers, River Travel, and Smugglers

Domains: Chaos, Death, Travel, Water Subdomains: Exploration, Murder, Rivers, Trade

Inner Sea Faiths, pg. 58~63

Obedience: With the assistance of another priest of Hanspur or by yourself, simulate the act of drowning. You can do this by fully submerging yourself in a body of water, exhaling all of your breath, and painfully inhaling water instead of air. Alternatively, you can lie on your back with your head at a lower elevation than your legs while water is slowly poured on your face and up your nose. If you choose the latter method, you must cover your face with a cloth while the water is poured. When you conclude this simulated drowning, contemplate your life and how your goals coincide with the teachings of Hanspur and the Six River Freedoms. Benefit: You gain a +4 sacred or profane bonus on Survival checks attempted while on or near rivers.

Just reading this makes my sinuses burn and my lungs itch, and not just because it’s springtime and I have allergies! As anyone who’s ever been in a body of water large enough to slap their face with a wave can attest to, inhaling large amounts of water sucks. While this Obedience requires only one wet breath, some... well, some pretty severe complications can arise from it, if your DM ponders even slightly what doing this to yourself every day would do. Dry drowning and secondary drowning are both real dangers from brief immersion, let alone concentrated efforts at simulating one of the worst fates someone can experience (I say this a lot but basically anything that deprives you of air is pretty terrible). The ‘simulation’ will likely only last a few seconds while the rest of the hour is spent recovering from your experience and meditating, but even that may not be enough to offset the fluid likely building up in your lungs. Priests of Hanspur must sound atrocious, coughing themselves ragged every day! No wonder it’s recommended your ritual is overseen by another priest, either, because they’d likely be skilled in helping you manage your symptoms.

Dangers of daily drownings aside, keeping up with the demands of this ritual is pretty easy so long as you’re somewhere with easy access to water. In Hanspur’s homelands, the River Kingdoms, this is pathetically simple! Everywhere else? It’s a lot harder! While I do appreciate that there’s a secondary ritual you can do if total immersion is impossible, but what happens if you’re stuck somewhere with no easy water access? Your waterskins won’t carry you for very long, even if you pilfer them from your party as well. Better invest in a Decanter of Endless Water! Or do something ridiculous like fill the party’s Bag of Holding up so you can just hop in and out whenever you need to.

That benefit is also the weakest I’ve seen in a long time, granting a bonus to only a single skill type and only while near rivers. Survival checks aren’t even all that commonly made, unless your DM is kind enough to let you use Survival to navigate with river rafts rather than Profession or Ride checks. Hanspur really doesn’t want his faithful straying too far from the River Kingdoms, which is only further exacerbated by how his Boons work, so if you’re not the type to linger near rivers you may just want to skip him entirely.

Boons are gathered slowly, typically obtained when a given character has 12, 16, and 20 hit dice. Unlike fiend-worshipers, servants of the Eldest, and devoted of the Empyreal Lords, characters worshiping Neutral gods do not have catch-all classes… but Neutral-aligned characters can enter the Evangelist, Sentinel, and Exalted Prestige Classes earlier than Evil characters, classing in as early as level 6 (they need +5 BAB, 5 ranks in a single skill, or the ability to cast lvl 3 spells); entered ASAP, one can gain the Boons at levels 8, 11, and 14. 

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EVANGELIST

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Boon 1: River Sage. Gain Hydraulic Push 3/day, River Whip 2/day, or Hydraulic Torrent 1/day.

Hydraulic Push and Hydraulic Torrent live in the same niche of “giant water spouts what push stuff around,” with Torrent being obviously an order of magnitude more powerful than Push. While Push has a range of Close and can target only a single creature or square, Torrent is a 60ft line that Bull Rushes or attempts to destroy everything it encounters, so it really depends on if you’re thinking you’ll need three small streams or one really, really big one. Notably, Torrent can Bull Rush targets of any size, unrestricted by the limits of your pathetic frame, while Push contains no such limiter removal and thus likely means you can only blast creatures up to a size larger than you.

Also of note, Torrent attempts to shatter everything it comes into contact with until it runs into something or someone it cannot destroy or push past. The Strength score the Torrent uses is equal to your caster level plus your casting ability modifier, meaning it will start out barely stronger than you are but will eventually be able to punch holes in iron and shatter stone. Hell, with a lucky roll, it may be able to do that anyway. Your choice on which two to take wholly depends on if you want to push three Medium critters around or launch one Colossal one.

What? River Whip? I don’t see any spell like that here! Lets move on! (alright alright; i just don’t like it. it’s good as an emergency weapon but more or less anything else is better in any scenario)

Boon 2: River Scion. As a free action you can breathe underwater, as if affected by Water Breathing, for a number of hours per day equal to the number of Hit Dice you possess. These hours need not be used consecutively, but must be used in 1-hour increments.

A disappointingly weak Boon. Really, what else is there to see or say? If you need to go underwater, this ability is great and has zero downsides. If you don’t, this Boon doesn’t exist. It’s a very binary Boon that relies on your environment, which means that if you’re overjoyed if you’ve remained in the River Kingdoms, but in a desert or jungle or mountain peak, you’re going to be extremely disappointed upon hitting level 11.

Boon 3: River’s Embodiment. 1/day as a standard action, you can transform yourself into a Huge water elemental, as per Elemental Body IV. You can stay in this form for 1 minute per Hit Die you possess, and can dismiss this effect as a free action.

Finally, a transformation ability that doesn’t suck! What does suck is that this is a level 7 spell being granted to you 1/day, when other Boons are equivalent to level 9 spells in power. Hanspur could have at least given you a little bonus on top of it, or made it 2/day, but it’s hard to complain about the force you become under Elemental Body IV. You become immune to bleed, critical hits, Sneak Attacks, and on top of it all get insurmountable DR 5, and the stack of stats you get? Mmmm-mm! Chef’s kiss!

+6 AC, +8 Con, +4 Str, all for the price of -2 Dex (more than made up for with the +AC). And, of course, a swim speed and the power to collapse yourself into a destructive Vortex, but those are only useful if you’re in water, while the rest of the stat buffs are far more universally useful. You’re not exactly the destructive and terrifying Fire Elemental or the deceptively sneaky Earth Elemental, but a wall of surging water can still wreak all manner of havoc on your enemies, your new dual slams able to smash ships (and bones) to pieces, and since Water Elementals are capable of speech and gesture, you can merely bask in your new tank stats while still casting spells.

There’s also the much more amusing but niche use of transforming while already polymorphed by a hostile effect, as having a new polymorph effect used on you while you’re already changed can end the first automatically.

While I wish the effect was usable more often, or at least broken into 1-minute increments, I can’t call it a bad Boon by any means.

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EXALTED

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Boon 1: River Guide. Gain Obscuring Mist 3/day, Haunting Mists2/day, or Aqueous Orb 1/day.

I love the name of this ability because two of the three spells do the opposite of guiding people. Now I’m a big fan of Obscuring Mist; it’s a simple staple in my list for almost every caster I make just because of how versatile it is! But now that I know there’s an alternative, it may have competition. Both Obscuring Mist and Haunting Mists do roughly the same thing, but one could argue that Haunting Mists does it better; in addition to granting concealment and shutting off an enemy’s eyes, it deals 1d2 Wisdom damage and shakes up anyone starting their turn inside the mist... But as a Figment spell with the Fear descriptor, there are a great many creatures immune to its unique power, and True Seeing allows one to see through it perfectly, whereas Obscuring Mist remains impenetrable to the apex predator of the Illusion school.

While it cannot be dispelled by wind or motion like a tangible fog, it’s important to note that there’s no way to protect specific creatures from the sanity-damaging effects of Haunting Mists, and its casting distance of 20ft and 20ft spread means that you will likely always be caught in its radius. The range means using it offensively is painfully limited, unless you want to cast it from invisibility after sneaking into the middle of an enemy formation, which... you probably, definitely don’t want to make a habit of.

It’s great for covering your retreat, but not your advance or setup like the normal Mist is.

Aqueous Orb is a good choice if your party is getting screwed over by the mist more than the enemy, creating a big ol’ 10ft ball of water that intercepts and engulfs anything that moves into it, or which it moves into. It deals 2d6 nonlethal damage whenever it rams into a creature and a further 2d6 to everything it has engulfed each round, but the damage isn’t so much the main draw as the fact it’s a massive, roving Sphere of Grappling, snaring and drowning any creature it manages to get ahold of if they fail the Reflex save. It’s a fun little spell that’s great for mopping up and controlling minions, especially ones you don’t actually want to kill, and even at its worst it can become a makeshift barrier in a narrow hallway since there’s no written way to actually move through it beyond wasting 2, 3, or more rounds by slamming into it and swimming through to the other side while your party books it in the other direction.

Boon 2: River Traveler. As a free action, you can grant yourself and any allies within 30 feet of you a swim speed of 60 feet. This effect lasts for 1 round per Hit Die you possess or until you dismiss it as a free action, whichever comes first. Your allies must remain within 30 feet of you or lose this benefit. In addition, you gain a +2 profane or sacred bonus on saves against spells with the Water descriptor.

See, this should have been added to River Scion as a bonus. River Scion and River Traveler feel like they could have combined into a single Boon to make something decent, but as it is they both fall into the same niche: Solves the encounter they’re meant to solve, useless otherwise. This ability is noteworthy for having no restrictions about how many times it can be used, essentially letting you switch swimming off and on at will. The fact it doesn’t take an action is incredibly important, because using the massive 60ft swim speed the ability grants actually removes the bonus, as getting further than 30ft from you makes it fizzle.

I don’t really understand why it would grant 60ft of movespeed if they’re restricted to a 30ft bubble, nor do I understand the purpose of the bubble in the first place. It makes exploration a slog, and escape scenarios more finicky than they should be. Since it can be activated whenever you need to as a free action, the duration feels unneeded. There’s so much about this ability that conflicts with itself that it bugs me too much to say much in the way of positives. The +2 to saves vs Water spells is a fun little ribbon, though most Water spells tend to be harmless utility spells rather than ones you’d need to make a save against.

Boon 3: River’s Depths. 1/day as a standard action, you can cause one creature within 30 feet to begin drowning, filling its lungs with water. The target of this ability can attempt a Fortitude save (DC = 10 + 1/2 your HD + your Wis mod) to negate the effect. If the target succeeds, it is staggered for 1 round. If it fails, the target immediately begins to suffocate. On the target’s next turn, it falls unconscious and is reduced to 0 hit points. One round later, the target drops to –1 hit points and is dying. One round after that, the target dies. Each round, the target can attempt a Fortitude save to end the effect. This ability affects only living creatures that must breathe and cannot breathe underwater. This is a curse effect.

Now this one’s just insulting, being a technically weaker version of a level 5 spell, Suffocation. It’s weaker in four ways: 1) It fails against creatures which are amphibious which, if you’re in the River Kingdoms, is many. 2) It’s curse effect, which can mean some creatures are resistant or immune to it. 3) It has a 30ft range, unlike Suffocation’s range of Close (25ft + 5ft/level). And, finally, 4) Just ONE successful save ends the effect entirely, while Suffocation continues to torment and stagger the victim for 3 rounds until its effects finally expire.

It’s hard to ignore fact that it’s a basically a Save-Or-Die with excellent DC scaling, but I can’t get over it being weaker than an existing level 5 spell! ... Granted, Suffocation could probably get away with being bumped an extra level or two higher given how frighteningly effective it is at shutting down any creature who needs to breathe even if they succeed their save. I’m probably slamming down too hard on an ability that, again, is a Save-Or-Die at best and an unavoidable stagger at worst (good for making some emergency repairs against a powerful full-attacker), and for extra fun can be used without any components involved, so you can just drop it on someone out of the blue and they’ll have no idea who just tried to kill them. While I am disappointed it doesn’t meet the power of other Boons, it’s undeniably effective against a large portion of the creatures you’ll be fighting, even at 1/day.

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Boon 1: River Warden. Gain Wave Shield 3/day, Masterwork Transformation 2/day, or Quench 1/day.

Wave Shield is one of those rare spells that are amazing to have, but not especially good to prepare or to waste a precious Spells Known slot on. It’s an immediate action spell that grants insurmountable DR and Fire Resistance equal to half your caster level in response to a single incoming attack, which isn’t stupendous at low levels but is a generous equivalent to immediate, on-demand temporary HP as you get higher and higher level. If a creature relies on a lot of little hits rather than a few big ones, blocking even one of them can save you in the long run, and if your DR cancels out the damage from a poisoned or diseased attack, all the better!

It’s not an especially strong spell given how it only works once before fading away, but it’s better than the other two options by a country mile. Masterwork Transformation is something you’ll rarely need more than a few times in a campaign before masterwork items fall into your laps (or you can simply buy them), and by the time you gain this ability it will likely no longer matter. That being said, if you’re in a low-wealth campaign or have been forced to scavenge for your gear, Masterwork Transformation will save you THOUSANDS of gp over the course of your life, because as a spell-like, the material components are ignored and thus you can slowly upgrade your entire party’s armaments for free. Given its ability to affect a generous 50 pieces of ammunition per casting as well means the Ranger and Gunslinger will adore you, and you can work in tandem with a mystic craftsman (PC or otherwise) to get all of your favorite gear enchanted without discarding your precious family heirloom sword for that masterwork one you looted.

Not to mention the simple joy in taking all the gear off a bandit clan, Masterworking all of it, and selling it for a tidy profit.

Compared to the combat utility of Wave Shield and noncombat utility of Masterwork Transformation, it’s hard to make a case for Quench, which falls into the category of ‘niche spell’ like Water Breathing and Water Walking in that it will instantly solve a handful of scenarios and be utterly useless in the rest. Yes, you may need to put out a forest fire or stop a building you’re in from burning to a crisp, but you’ll have to decide if it’s worth giving up three emergency DR 4/-- and Fire Resistance 4 bandages... as the martial-focused Sentinel. If you plan on fighting a fire that day or encountering a magic item that can generate fires (which Quench shuts off for 1d4 hours) and no one else in your party bothered learning Quench, by all means, but as the Sentinel having the DR is probably better in most cases.

Boon 2: River Champion. 3/day as a standard action, you can sculpt water into the form of a melee weapon that you are proficient with. You must have enough water to form the weapon, an amount equal to the weapon’s normal weight. Once formed, the weapon behaves as a weapon of its type with an enhancement bonus of +1, which increases by 1 for every 5 additional HD you have beyond 5 (max +4). This weapon deals double damage to creatures with the Fire subtype. The weapon dissolves into ordinary water after a number of rounds equal to your HD or as soon as it leaves your hand, whichever happens first.

Boons which call weapons to your hand are alright in cases where your signature weapon has been taken from you, and by the time you receive this ability you will have a signature weapon, but such times tend to come few and far between. This one also has the additional caveat that you don’t actually create the weapon from nowhere, there must already be water around to make it, at least enough water to match the weapon’s typical weight. The good news is that a gallon of water weighs about 8 pounds, and a trident--Hanspur’s holy weapon--weighs only 4, with most other weapons barely ever approaching 10, so you can reasonably carry around an emergency weapon in a waterskin or in your backpack... And you know, now that I think about it, it’s kind of cool to be able to turn a glass of water into a dagger.

But when will you need to? How often do you find yourself bereft of a usable weapon often enough to need an emergency armament like this? I can see the niche in front of me, making a new weapon as-needed against creatures whose DR makes them difficult to damage with your normal gear or taking advantage of that delicious little tidbit about doing double-damage to fire-based creatures, but they take your whole standard action to make and last for only a single combat (if that), and you can’t even shuffle around the +1 bonuses for additional effects!

Don’t get me wrong, it’s by no means bad (unless you’re both in a waterless area and haven’t filled your waterskin), especially at 3/day, but I can’t help but wonder when you’d actually need it at level 11+ when you likely already have a primary weapon and several backups. 

Boon 3: River’s Renewal. When completely submerged in water, you gain Fast Healing 2. You can recover a total number of hit points equal to twice your HD in this manner each day. At 20 HD, if you fall below 0 hit points and your body is fully submerged in a river, you automatically stabilize.

As a final Boon, I wish the Fast Healing had a higher threshold than just 28 points a day (+2 per level). In combat it likely won’t matter, and while out of combat it’s a decent amount of healing, usually enough to spare a couple spell slots from your healers or some potions, it’s just not all that impressive for a third and final Boon. Sentinels are the only followers of Hanspur who don’t get some method to easily navigate the seas, so taking advantage of this Boon to its fullest extent relies on an outside method of gaining water breathing or a swim speed.

Funnily enough, you can carry around a Bag of Holding filled with water and use it as a recuperative pod in case you don’t have access to a deep puddle, which is dubiously useful but not entirely terrible. HOWEVER, the little addition at the end is also a kick in the teeth; why does that only happen at level 20? Why can’t that be a base part of the Boon? It’s just insul--Wait, it only works if you’re submerged in a river, too? You can’t stabilize with some good old pond water? The mighty ocean? Can’t take a dip in a bathtub to stop bleeding out? Come on, Hanspur!!! Be a little more generous to your worshipers!

I dunno, maybe I’m underselling the out-of-combat healing this Boon offers, but it just doesn’t feel worth it to put up with the Water Rat for your entire adventuring career just for an extra 1/8th of an HP bar.

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[robinisaghost]

animatic ideas :0 (ramble away, i would love to hear them!!)

mk thank you for enabling me, i will now be yelling

anyway

this is gonna be so obnoxiously long i am so sorry

can you add read more's on asks? eeeekkkk because this got so damn long lmao

mild dsmp spoilers obviously

this is the playlist, by the way

-im sorry boris (wilbur soot)

i think it would work really well with mmm slightly post lmanburg niki. andby slightly i mean. well when she leaves (that is the whole thing of the song gdfjkhgsdf) also side note at like 1 minute 11 on that song theres a discord notification really subtly in the background and it makes me paranoid every time i hear it. anyway god its such a nice song. even for just like. the end of lmanburg. not necesarily paired with a character, just the sense of leaving a place that was so highly populated before it got blown up twice and was like. the main part of the smp. yeah. anyway also the lines "they'll knock down the pubs before helping you...they'll let you jump under trains before helping you" yeah those four lines have big niki vibes but also i think the song could work well with exile tommy or actually even with the finale when tubbo is about to sacrifice himself? mmmmm yeah

-this is home (cavetown)

mmmm got exile tommy vibes innit. a lot of these have exile tommy vibes tbf i just like sad songs and also exile tommy. plus the song has a lot of like. the message is sort of like. changing yourself to appeal to others? like with "ill cut my hair to make you stare" but also the repeated thing of "ill figure out a way to get us out of here" which is clearly the main character of the song trying to help everyone when they are clearly not in a good way themself. yeah thats got big tommy vibes in general tbh but more like. pre finale tommy. i think he got a bit more independant after that.

-soldier poet king (the oh hellos)

ok this is self explanatory and has been done to death already but d a m n its kinda funky. anyway i had thoughts and actually started this but then lost motivation and deleted it all lmaooo. the only proof of its existance is a shitty storyboard in my draw which will hopefully never see the light of day again (unless anyone wants to see it :eyes:) anyway i had the thought of like. sbi? so soldier techno poet wilbur and king tommy. but tbf tommy and techno are kinda interchangeable with that, cos while techno is obviously the better fighter, tommy is used a lot, especially in lmanberg era and also i think he probably will be now that wilburs back

-pyjama pants (cavetown)

ok so i honestly dont remember why this is on the playlist but tbf this could go well with a bunch of characters. thinking like. phil and wilbur? or wil and tommy, or tubbo and ranboo are two that like. i know for a fact that i did not put the song on the playlist specifically for them but god thinking about it now it works so well with them

-boys will be bugs (cavetown)

OH BOY THERES A LOT OF CAVETOWN ON HERE HUH (i feel like that probably says something about me but shhhhhh we dont need to talk about that) ANYWAY

I think this could probably work really well with tommy? because of the whole like. trying really hard to come across as not caring about others, but really being like. very vunerable. but at the same time it could go really well with wilbur for the same reasons. also the song fucks ok cant deny it. to be fair i think it works better with tommy, because he's younger and also he really likes bugs (unless i am mistaken) which is just a cool coincidence but still)

-brother (kodaline)

FUCKKKKKKKKKKK THIS WORKS SO WELL WITH SO MANY CHARACTERS AND IS ALSO ***SO ANGSTY*** WHAT

anyway

i added it because of tommy and tubbo because holy shit, but also it could work very very well with wilbur and tommy, techno and wilbur, probably techno and tommy, and oh my god i just thought of this but this would work so well with phil and techno!!!! but yeah i originally thought tommy and tubbo because i thought it was a funny coincidence with exile tommy waking up underwater, and theres a line that says "if you were drowned at sea, id give you my lungs so you could breathe" and like. just thinking about the compasses especially. me gusta.

-feel better (penelope scott)

fundy. that is all.

no ok this works well with fundy but also probably karl sapnap and quackity, and also very much wilbur, like it works well with both. just mainly fundy idk why its got big fundy vibes tho. very poggers.

-as the world caves in (matt maltese)

ok but like this goes very very well with the explosions of lamberg. either of them. i think probably the first one is better, but i think it goes well with both. probably the first one, because it was way more emotional i think? cos it was the first time that their homes had been destroyed and everything, but also because it was so personal, because wilbur was the one who did it. i think that also it would work well if it was set during the explosion but also focussed on different facets? so like. one bit about wilburs perspective, one bit about tommys, one about phils, one about fundys maybe? idk just a bunch of lmaburg citizens' povs for this. its good. as the world caves in is a song that can be so gender tbh.

-do you hear the people sing? (les mis)

obvious obvious obvious...... but like..... also tbh it goes well with a bunch of things. like, mmmmm wilbur in pogtopia. the butcher army. lmaburg independance war (obviously ghdskj) but yeah. also this song just goes so hard like b r u h

-wolf in sheeps clothing (set it off, william beckett)

SO MANY OF THESE ARE LIKE. PRETTY OBVIOUS IF YOUVE HEARD THE SONG

but yeah. it would go so well with like. well any betrayal basically. so eret, from tommys pov maybe, or about wilbur from nikis pov, or wilbur from anyone pov tbf, or quackity from charlie/purpled/foolish/sams pov, or sam from tommys pov, really it works well with so many people which says a lot about the characters tbh but shhhhhhhhhhhh

-need you here (idkhow)

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

mk mk mk mk FUNDY AND WILBUR THO

like b r u h that works so well with them

also i started this one as well but didnt like it, theres a story board in my draw as well for it because like. oh my god its such a good idea i just am shit at animating and don't have a decent enough program :')

also also

the line "daddy has to go, and that makes me sad, but daddy will always come back, he promised" fuckkkkkk that works so well with like. say for example, idk, when they're celebrating schlatts death and wilbur leaves to press the button? the sheer fucking angst of that is enough to kill any one person istg that is in fact the entire reason why i started the animatic in the first place. just that line. also all the lines sung by the child voice. fuckin angsty as hell. also ust generally a banging song, as is every idkhow song

-green (cavetown)

another cavetown song huh. ok sure.

mk so wilbur and sally and fundy. like. for a start, the imagry of a fish at the start? boom sally.

anyway the lines "you looked so good in green, i hope you're well, and you look so good with him, (schlatt ig?) and I'm proud of you still (wilburrrr and fundyyyy) i miss your perfect teeth, i was too blunt, i hope you feel happy, that's all I want"

FUCKKKK

the whole song is about missing someone you used to love and only hoping the best for them!!!! and wishing that they are happy and safe!!!!!!!!!!! and hoping they still think about you!!!!! but even if they dont its fine because all you want is for them to be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-achilles come down (gang of youths)

OK I THOUGHT IT COULDNT GET ANGSTIER

so like. tw suicide but thats what the entire song is about and bing bang boom i just think it works so so so so so so so well with not only exile tommy (who obviously did try to kill himself) but also wilbur in a slightly more metaphorical way? so like. his self destructive habits leading him to a point where he had no choice other than to kill himself and to take his country down with him. and its all about other characters trying to help them and persuade them not to but also near the end there is a second voice trying to persuade them to go along with it, which im thinking like. if its wilbur, either dream or maybe just himself. his own brain persuading him to continue down the path that would inevitably lead to his and his countries destruction. also it works well with schlatt for the same reasons, except he doesnt want to die. maybe (since the song is so goddamn long) like. one verse for tommy one for wilbur and one for schlatt? dead gang poggg but also like. the verses cover fairly different things which work with one character but not so much the others, for example the first verse would be tommy because its mainly about persuading the person to not kill themself (which tommy did himself but shhh) the second for schlatt because its literally about drinking and smoking away your problems, and the third for wilbur since its more of a fight between the "good" and the "bad" sides, which is obviously what wilbur was experiencing. also obviously i have a soft spot for this song because its string instruments and french, basically my favourite combination ever (also i like his voice idfk lmao)

ANYWAY THATS ALL THE SONGS ON THERE SO FAR

i literally thought of another song while i was in the shower today but i dont remember which it was but a n y w a y the playlist will most definitely be getting longer, especially since there are so many more songs that are good for this but i just havent added them yet lmao. anyway ive been writing this for like an hour gsdfjhgdhfsg but still oh my god this was fun to write

#long post #tw suicide #only a mention at the end but still gotta be safe :) #dsmp #dreamsmp #dsmp animatics #robin talks #ask #thank you so much for the ask tho cos like. i dont wanna be annoying or anything? but also like. i really wanted to talk about this gsdfkjg #god i hope the read more worked or this is gonna be annoying to everyone ever #its fine probably maybe not really

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Unexpected Arrival - 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn’t exciting enough…. an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

"You’re holding back on me Steve" i smirked at the Captain as i got back to my feet and took my stance again.

"Is it that obvious?" He laughed shrugging a shoulder "just thought you should ease back into training"

"Im fine! its been 6 months since i had Evie and Ive already been training with Sam and Nat a few times a week"

"Still, i think we should take it easy doll"

"Scared i'll kick your ass Captain?" I taunted him, he grabbed me suddenly and swept my legs from under me. We both landed on the mats laughing with me pinned beneath him.

"Im not concerned about that...you’re harmless" he winked before laughing again. I suddenly wrapped my legs around his head catching him off guard and flipped him over.

"Huh, would you look at that.... not as harmless as you think" i shrugged sitting on his chest with my thighs still round his head, it was only then that i realised i was practically straddling his face!!

"Apparently not!....Nat teach you that move?"

"Of course she did" i laughed before standing up and going to grab my water bottle from the side. As i turned i saw Bucky standing in the doorway with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Hey baby" i smiled, i was always happy when i saw Bucky.

"Hey" he gave me a tight smile before looking over at Steve "you two looked like you were having fun".

"I was just proving to Steve that im not to be messed with. Called me harmless can you believe that?? Me!" I told Bucky while looking at Steve, it was then i noticed the looks between the two super soldiers, i'd have to ask Bucky what that was about later. "Ive been trained by The Winter Soldier, The Black Widow and good ol' Captain America himself and you call me harmless?? Shame on you Steve" i shook my head acting disappointed in him.

"Im sorry okay, i take it back" he laughed holding his hands up in surrender.

"So you should" i nodded smugly before walking over and wrapping my arms around Bucky's waist "I missed you" i said looking up at him lovingly "please dont leave me again"

"Doll i only went into town for a couple of hours" Bucky laughed pulling me closer.

"I know but it was too long! Let me go take a shower and then we can curl up and watch a movie while Nat has Evie"

"Sounds like a plan, maybe i should join you in the shower?" He mumbled before pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Mmmm maybe you should" i nodded quickly liking that idea a lot! "Thanks for the training session Steve, same time tomorrow?" I said over my shoulder as we headed towards the door.

"Sure thing doll, i'll be here" he said with a slight smile as he nodded.

"See ya pal" Bucky called to Steve before picking me up and rushing back to our room.

"Hey babe?" I said walking over to the sofa with my glass of wine and Bucky's beer "can i ask you something?"

"Of course you can, whats on your mind doll?" Bucky asked taking his beer and lifting his arm up to allow me to cuddle up to him.

"Whats going on with you and Steve lately?" I asked, i felt his body tense before he looked down at me looking confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You've both been acting weird, I've noticed these looks between you.... like you’re pissed at each other"

"Really?? When?"

"Ive noticed it a few times, but i saw it today in the gym"

"You mean after i saw you straddling that punks face?"

"That was an accident! I didn't think that move through, instinct just kicked in" i shrugged laughing.

"Well don't do it again, my face is the only face aloud between your legs doll" he said burying his face in my neck and kissing me.

"Bucky Barnes! Did you not get enough in the shower??" I giggled as he continued his assault on my neck, his metal hand sneaking under my jumper making its way up to cup my breast.

"I can never get enough of you sweetheart, you drive me crazy" he mumbled "I'm the luckiest guy in the world having you as my girl"

"Im the lucky one Buck, but we might have to finish this later" i told him running my fingers through his hair.

"What? Why?"

"Nat will be bringing Evie back any minute"

"Cant believe I'm being cock blocked by my 6 month old...... can we at least make out until they get here?" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows before practically pouncing on me.

"Mom, dad we're home!!" Nat called 5 minutes later as she entered our shared apartment carrying Evie on her hip, Bucky and I had quickly parted hearing the door open.

"Hey, how was your day?"

"It was really good, little miss is exhausted but she wont give in and go to sleep"

"Yeah she's a proper daddy's girl at the moment, wont sleep until she's cuddled up to him"

Bucky walked over and as soon as Evie saw him she was reaching for him, Nat grumbled something as she passed Evie over to him.

"Hey my beautiful girl" he beamed at her and pecked loads of kisses on her face. Evie laughed before burying herself into Bucky's neck and starting to fall asleep.

"Nat why is my baby wearing a horse suit??" Bucky asked her raising his eyebrows as he looked Evie over.

"Its a unicorn! And she looks cute thats why" Nat shrugged her shoulders.

"Its cute Buck i gotta admit"

"Shes always cute no matter what shes wearing"

"Well i'll let you guys get lil miss to bed and enjoy your night, thanks for letting me spend time with Evie today" Nat smiled, she loved Evie so much and would often ask if she could take her out for the day. At first we found it hard to part with our beautiful girl but we soon appreciated the time it gave us alone, where we could enjoy being together as Y/N and Bucky and not Mom & Dad. We knew Evie was in good hands with her auntie Nat, the woman who would kill anyone who even looked at her funny.

"Thanks for wanting to spend time with her Nat it means alot to us"

"Anytime, you know i love that girl"

I gave Nat a quick hug and then she turned and left us to get Evie to bed.

The following morning i woke up early,  showered and dressed ready for my training session with Steve all before Evie or Bucky woke up.

"Buck?.... baby I'm just going to train with Steve for a hour or so" i said gently brushing his hair back from his face, he slowly opened his eyes.

"huh? Where you going?"

"Training with Steve, you okay with Evie?"

"Yeah sure"

"I wont be too long"

"You wearing that?" Bucky suddenly asked sitting up looking me over, i was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra with Bucky's black hoodie that i had laid claim to months ago.

"Yeah..... why?"

"Dont you want to put on a shirt?"

"This is what i always wear to train" i said looking totally confused at what he was saying.

"Why dont you train with me? Give me a couple minutes and i'll come with you. Nat can watch Evie"

"I cant Buck, Steve's probably already down there waiting because I'm running late"

"You dont wanna train with me?"

"Yeah of course i do! But i cant just leave Steve waiting for me. We can train tomorrow i promise.....I'll be back before you know it" i quickly kissed him before rushing out before he could say anything else about me training with Steve.

It was safe to say that i was a little distracted while training, i still couldn't shake the feeling Bucky wasn't telling me something and that something had to do with Steve.

"You okay Y/N? You seem a million miles away this morning" Steve suddenly asked as he held the punching bag as i carried out the combo he wanted me to do.

"I don't know" i stopped my punches to look at Steve "whats going on with you and Bucky? And don't say nothing!"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know what it is but i can tell theres something going on! You two were always so close and now i catch you throwing death glares at each other when you think no ones looking!"

"Its nothing you need to worry about, we're just butting heads over a difference of opinions..."

"About??"

"Its not important doll, you know how stubborn we both can be...."

"Steve Rogers you are a crappy liar!" I pointed a finger at him "Now tell me what its really about".

Steve shuffled around on the spot avoiding eye contact with me.

"It doesn't matter...."

"It does to me! I hate whatever this is between you two. He even asked me to train with him this morning after questioning what i was wearing..... wait... is he trying to keep me away from you?" I asked Steve even though it sounded absolutely crazy that Bucky wouldn't want me spending time with Steve, Steve was one of my best friends!

"Its possible, yeah" Steve nodded.

"But why?"

"A couple months back Bucky asked me a question" Steve started to say but stopped suddenly looking nervous.

"Okay.... what did he ask you?"

Steve looked up at me, finally meeting my eyes as he took a deep breath.

"He.... he asked me if i had feelings for you".

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #sebastian stan #unexpectedarrival #steve x reader

[captain-kingliamsqueen]

Tonight’s The Night - Until We Meet Again - Part 8 (Liam x MC)

A lot Shorter than usual but I hope you guys enjoy it!!

Pairing: Liam x MC

Summary: …DISTANCE MEANS SO LITTLE, WHEN SOMEONE MEANS SO MUCH!

When King Liam manages to break free from his Marriage to madeleine and takes a trip to new York for the biggest UN event of the century. What happens when his suitcase doesn’t make it to new York with him. when a stranger comes to his rescue to find appropriate clothing for the Event. What happens when he meets the woman of his dreams but she already has a home along with a Multi-billion dollar business in New York. 

Word Count: 2,694

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By the time three weeks had passed Kayliegh had settled into her new home, Liam had helped her set up her office for work where she had been spending a lot of her time. She was slowly but surely getting back to her usual self, her wound had healed significantly, she still had a bit of pain now and again but overall, she was getting there. Liam had been trying his best to help her through it, whilst also trying to deal with the grief himself. He had been dying to talk with her about the whole baby thing…they couldn’t really avoid the fact that…the would have had a child together, He knew Kayliegh wanted a family, she had already told him that, and he had already expressed his feelings about a family to her.

Liam had cleared his schedule to spend the morning with Kayliegh, he woke up a little later than usual, he definitely felt that difference of getting a bit of a lie in. Liam rolled over, reaching his arm out to wrap around Kayliegh, he moved over cuddling into her from behind. His lips moved to her shoulder where he placed a kiss on her skin, causing her to move a little as she woke up.

“good morning”

“morning” she smiled as she turned to cuddle into his chest.

“are you hungry?”

“always” she smirked

“why don’t I go and make you some breakfast?”

“mmm…that sounds great” she whispered

“alright, don’t move” he smirked as he leaned over and pressed a kiss on her lips. Liam moved from the bed and headed for the small kitchenette, he spent the next fifteen minutes making the two of them blueberry pancakes then he returned to the bedroom with a tray containing two plates of pancakes and two piping hot cups of tea. He handed Kayliegh her plate and placed her mug on the bedside table, then he climbed back into the bed.

“oh, my goodness, they smell delicious.” Kayliegh mumbled as she cut a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

“thank you” she smirked

“you’re very welcome, you know…I was hoping we could talk about something”

“oh…okay” she finished her bite of food, then took a sip of her tea.

“don’t worry, it’s nothing to worry about” he smiled as he placed his hand on top of hers to ease her obvious worry.

“I know it’s a bit of a sore subject…but I think we really need to address the fact that…you were pregnant…”

“o-okay” she nodded with a whisper, Liam seen her eyes glass over as soon as he mentioned being pregnant.

“Hey,” Liam whispered giving her hand a gentle squeeze “I just think the fact that we were going to be parents…we made a baby, that’s big…”

“I know…” she whispered

“I mean…I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page…i know you said you wanted a family but if everything that happened…didn’t…would you have been happy, having a baby…with me”

Kayliegh looked at Liam trying to figure out what he was thinking…would he not have been happy…is that why he’s asking… she knew Liam wanted children…but was he regretting them making a child? Then she seen it in his eyes…she seen the love in his eyes…the love he had for her

“nothing would make me happier…than having a family…with you” she whispered as a few tears fell down her cheeks.

“oh, Love” he smiled as he lifted his hand, placing it gently on her cheeks, wiping her tears with his thumb “I’m so glad you said that!” he whispered

They both sat in a comfortable silence, just being together, then Liam spoke up.

“you know…my first meeting isn’t until one o’clock…maybe we could go for a walk, we could go out to the flower garden?”

“that sounds great” she nodded as she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

The two climbed from the bed and dressed for the day, then they headed out for a morning stroll. By the time one o’clock came Liam headed to the conference room where his meeting was taking place, whilst Kayliegh headed for her office where she was conducting a conference call with her production team.

What she didn’t know, was that Liam's meeting was nothing to do with Cordonia…it had no royal background at all. Kayliegh’s Birthday was coming up in just under a month, Liam was planning the party of the year. He had spent many meetings in the past month, organising her birthday party. Liam knew Kayliegh was a big birthday person, seeing her go through everything that she has, he wanted to make sure, this one was the best…the most memorable.

Liam spent the next month putting things in motion, getting everything ready for the big day.

The morning of Kayliegh’s birthday, Liam awoke to see her still sleeping soundly.

“good morning, beautiful” he whispered against her bare shoulder placing a kiss on her skin

“Mmmm…there is no better way to wake up, than feeling your lips on my skin” she whispered, not opening her eyes as he continued to place light kisses down her back.

“if you could have anything in the whole world for your birthday what would it be?” he whispered as he pecked her skin.

“you” she smirked as she turned over to face him, her hand placing gently on the back of his neck.

“but…you have me already” he softly kissed her lips.

“then that’s all I need” she smiled, the happiness radiating from her.

“I have something for you” Liam smirked as he climbed from the bed, butt naked and headed for the kitchenette, not pulling shorts or anything on.

“nooooo come back you were keeping me warm”

“I’ll be back I promise” he smirked as he covered his junk.

“at least put pants on” she giggled

“why…I’ll be coming back in to take them off again!” he chuckled as he wriggled his eyebrows at her then walked out of the room.

Just a few moments later, he walked back through the door, with a cupcake in his hands with a single candle in it, he chuckled his way through singing happy birthday whilst making his way over to Kayliegh who sat up in bed, with the sheet pulled up to cover her chest. Liam carefully made his way over to Kayliegh’s side of the bed, where he kneeled beside where she lay.

“happy birthday, sweetheart” he whispered, as he held the cupcake out for her to blow the candle out. She closed her eyes then gently blew out the flame.

“did you make a wish?”

“Mhmmm”

“what did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you…if I do, it might not come true” she grinned

“maybe I could help it come true?”

“my lips are sealed” she whispered as she leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips “thank you, so much”

“no need”

Liam removed the candle from the cake and placed it on the bedside table, he handed the cake to Kayliegh, before going around to climb back into the bed.

“will you share it with me?” Kayliegh asked him as she pulled the case from the edges of the cake.

“I would love to share your birthday cake with you”

Kayliegh carefully split the cake in two then handed one half to Liam.

After spending the next hour, tangled in the sheets together, the two climbed from the bed and dressed for the day ahead, Liam had a short meeting before he finished up to meet Kayliegh for lunch.

After leaving his office, Bastian had informed him that Kayliegh was in hers, he headed straight down to get her. As he reached her office, he could hear her music playing loudly, He gently knocked on her door, then waited…no answer. Liam gently turned the handle knowing she obviously wasn’t in a meeting or on a phone call, so he just walked in.

His heart fell to his stomach when he seen her legs lying out from behind her desk on the floor.

“Kayliegh!!” he made his way over as fast as he could. Kayliegh quickly sat up as he came into sight.

“WHAT?!” she panicked

Liam looked behind her to see her sketchbook lying open in front of where she had been lying, her pencils laying around it.

“oh…you scared me”

“I scared you? You scared me! Coming in here screamin’”

“I thought you were hurt”

“I’m sorry, I’m fine, Liam” she smiled assuring him as she stood to her feet.

“don’t apologise” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, “are you ready for lunch?”        

“I am more than ready”

The two headed out to one of the patios where a table was set up for the two them. Liam tried to keep Kayliegh away from the ballroom as long as he could, giving, Regina, Drake, Maxwell and Bertrand the time to set up for her Party.

“shall we?” Liam lifted his glass, gesturing for a toast

“of course,” Kayliegh lifted her.

“to you…on your birthday, I wish you health and happiness for many more to come, Happy Birthday, Love”

The two clinked glasses with a smile.

“thank you, Liam, I love you”

“I love you too” he smirked as he leaned over placing a kiss on Kayliegh’s Lips. Just a few minutes later, their food was brought out to them, they stuffed their faces until they were full.

“you know…it’s coming up on a year since we met” Liam smirked as he took a sip from his glass.

“I know, I can’t believe it…on one hand, I feel like it was only yesterday but on the other…I feel like ive known you my whole life!”

“it’s crazy…but it’s been the best year of my life” he reached over gently taking her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze

“even though the last couple of months have been hard…the last year with you has been…amazing…” Kayliegh grinned.

“I have something for you”

“Liam, I told you not to get me anything, I don’t need any gifts”

“I wanted to get you something” he smirked as he reached into his blazer pocket a pulled out a small box, he placed it on the table, then slid it across to her.

“Liam…”

“just open it” he chuckled

Kayliegh lifted the lid from the box then furrowed her eyebrows…A key?

“I know…it’s confusing but you need it to be able to get to your actual gift”

“I was literally about be all like ‘oh my god! thank you! Ive always wanted one’” she laughed

“come one, why don’t I show you your gift”

Liam stood from the table, taking Kayliegh’s hand in his as she stood, then he walked her back inside and down towards the room next to her office. they stopped in front of the door, Kayliegh placed the key in the lock, then turned it unlocking the door. Liam placed his hands over her eyes, then told her to twist the handle, opening the door. once she did, they walked in to the room.

“are you ready?” he leaned in, whispering in her ear

“mhmm” she mumbled as she nodded her head

“alright…” Liam moved his hands, Kayliegh gasped as she looked around the room. in front of her was her own design studio, it had everything she needed, her dress forms, her materials…everything. Since moving to Cordonia she had just been using her office, she knew she needed more space, but she didn’t want to ask Liam, as much as it was her home now too, she didn’t like asking people for things.

“Liam its…its great…no its amazing, I love it! it’s just what I needed!!” Kayliegh turned and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“thank you” she mumbled into his chest as he chuckled “you’re so welcome, I know you’ve been using your office, but you and I both know, there’s not enough room in there, I also know, you’ve wanted more space, for the record…you don’t have to be nervous about asking me for anything, this is your home now Kayliegh, if you need space for something, there are a million rooms in this palace I’m sure I can spare a couple for you” he chuckled

“I love you so much” Kayliegh whispered as Liam gently placed a kiss on her head.

“I love you too” he smiled

“now, I had a surprise for you this evening, I suggest we go down to the boutique so we can get you an outfit…then I have arranged for the beautician to come to apartment, she will be coming to do your hair and makeup, the full sha-bang” he smiled “unless you would rather do those things yourself, I know you normally do, so it’s up to you” he added

“no, it’s okay, I would love for the beautician to come to the apartment, I’m not going to turn down a makeover” she giggled

“okay, well, we should head down for your outfit, we have to be ready for five thirty”

The two headed down to the boutique where they spent the next hour and a half looking for an outfit for each of them. Kayliegh Had decided on a deep red mermaid type gown, covered in glitter and embellishments. Whilst Liam had decided on wearing his Tux that he and Kayliegh had made the day they met, to go with Kayliegh’s dress but also just to make his plans even more special. After deciding on their shoes, Liam and Kayliegh headed up to their apartment, then waited for the beautician to arrive, when she eventually did, Liam told Kayliegh, he would be going to make a few phone calls then, instead, he headed down to the ballroom to make sure everything was ready. He made his way around the ballroom, speaking with everyone that was helping, he made sure everything was going smoothly, the party was to consist of a formal dinner, then afterwards, the tables would be moved out of the way allowing space for people to dance.  Liam then made his way towards the large kitchen, where he spoke with the chef, making sure everything was going to plan, the food was all prepped and ready to go!

“Your Majesty...” Bastian, walked into the kitchen grabbing Liam's attention

“yes, Bas?”

“she’s here” he smiled

“okay” Liam smirked as he followed Bastian out of the kitchen and down to the main sitting room. Once they reached the doors, Liam dismissed Bastian with a smile then entered the room.

“well, well, well, if it isn’t my second favourite American” Liam smirked as Allie stood from the sofa and made her way over to him, she wrapped her arms around him as he did her.

“it’s so good to see you, Liam, how are you?”

“great! nervous…but great!!!”

“don’t be nervous, she’s going to love the party!”

“oh, it’s the not the party I’m nervous about…” As Liam went on to tell Allie of his nerves, her eyes bulged from her head, the excitement overtaking her. After a further ten minutes talking with Allie, he showed her to her room, ensuring she had time to get ready, Liam then headed down to the ballroom, heading out to the flower garden and got straight to work on his plan. About an hour later he stood back and looked over his work proudly, the pink and red rose covered arch, the petals sprinkled over the floor around him, the fairy lights in the trees…he just hoped she would like it. it was interrupted when Bastian cleared his throat behind him.

“You’re Majesty, the guests will be arriving within the next hour and a half”

“of course, I head up to the apartment, in a few minutes, thank you, Bastian.” He could always rely on Bastian to keep him on time. He watched as Bastian walked away, then he turned to look back at his work. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small Black box…he opened it with a smile, looking over his mother’s engagement ring, Liam let out a content sigh, then whispered… “Tonight’s the night”

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[tisfan]

What Happens at the Beach House, Part IV

Title: Falling for Your Boyfriend, Idiot Creator: @tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: O5 - Romantic Gestures Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Rating: teen Major Tags: eavesdropping, Howard Stark’s A+ parenting, romantic gestures, romance Summary: Well, no one said Howard was going to be at the beach house. Tony hears a little more than he was intended to… and maybe, just maybe, what happens at the beach house is going to go home with them. Word Count: 2,308 Created for @mcukinkbingo

A/n - title from one of the quotes in What Happens in Vegas, which is a truly horrible movie, and this is mostly in no way based on that film. Also this author would like to confess to watching entirely too many bad romcoms. But I think everyone knew that already.

What Happens at the Beach House | Stays at the Beach House | Rules of the Road | Falling for Your Boyfriend, Idiot

Bucky was gone by the time Tony got out of the shower -- and maybe he’d lingered there for a while, hiding under the running water until even his mother’s water heater had given up the ghost and started to cool off. The last day at his mom’s beach house, they were going to be packing up and Happy would drive them back to campus, Tony supposed, after lunch.

It wasn’t normal that Bucky was gone already. He’d always waited for Tony before, even on the days when Tony was determined to sleep through lunch, Bucky would pull out a book and read, or watch videos on his phone.

Yeah, okay, so Tony might have been getting a little tired of the act. It was harder and harder to remember as the days went by that he was going to have to give this up once they got back to school.

It wouldn’t matter. A little distance at the end of vacation, Mom would think it was just vacation ending blues. She used to tell him when he was younger that she felt the same way. Howard was different, she would say, away from the business, away from his workshop and office. And that she was always a little sad to leave.

Tony had always thought she was full of it; even when he was too young to recognize what, exactly, she was full of. Howard wasn’t any different on vacation than he was at home. He was always obsessive, greedy, needy, jealous bastard. Just, on vacation, he was focused on Mom, and at home, he was focused on work.

If Tony was screwing up, then he moved from last on Howard’s priority list to somewhere in the top 10, but never higher than five, Tony had decided.

Even a colossal Tony screw up never rated of any more concern than that.

Tony had long ago decided that if the house was on fire, Howard wouldn’t remember he had a son until it was too late to rescue him.

Thinking about Howard always turned Tony’s stomach. He’d have skipped breakfast entirely, except he knew if he didn’t get his morning coffee, he’d have a terrible headache in an hour or so.

Bucky might be done with breakfast already and they could spend the day avoiding each other. Probably. Maybe.

That turned Tony’s stomach too, and he started wondering if the headache was worth it. If he didn’t have to see Bucky, then he didn’t have to see Bucky ignoring him.

Tony decided that coffee was the thing; he’d at least grab a cup.

His brain pinging back and forth between Howard and Bucky, and both people ignoring him, he almost walked right past Howard’s study -- even at the beach house, they had an office for Howard -- without noticing there were voices from within.

Almost.

He paused, because--

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“... funny that I never heard a peep about you until he came into a fortune,” Howard said.

Tony’s stomach dropped and took up refuge somewhere around his toes. Howard was here? No one had told him that Howard was expected. He leaned closer to the door, eyes narrowed.

“Did he?” That was Bucky, his voice not quite casual. “Good for him.”

“Mmmm,” Howard hummed thoughtfully. “How did you two meet?”

“Couple years ago,” Bucky said -- and that wasn’t right, they’d only met last year, during a class, “I was running the projector for a moviefest the science fiction club was hosting. Tony was there, I think he came to see Flash Gordon or something, but he fell asleep. I didn’t even know he was there, but when I was cleaning and packing up, I dropped the projector. Woke him up cussing because I’d broken it, and I didn’t have the money to replace it. Tony barely opened his eyes, got up, fixed the projector -- you know he carries a screwdriver around with him everywhere he goes? -- and wandered off before I could even say thank you. I didn’t know his name for another month, I think?”

Tony barely remembered that; he sort of remembered the film festival, but not doing repairs to an ancient projector, or talking with Bucky. Huh.

“Anyway, I guess we were introduced to each other, we were lab partners for Pym’s molecular bio class,. We were friends for a while; he helps me out with my car. I’ve been coaching him with his language and literature classes.” Bucky chuckled. “He, uh, he reads really fast, but he doesn’t always grasp metaphors and stuff. Makes writing lit papers difficult. He’s so cute, you know, he’ll pace around the room and be like, ‘no, the curtains are just blue, it doesn’t have to mean anything!’”

Now that, Tony remembered. The only reason he’d passed second year comp at all was because Bucky talked him through, silver-spoon feeding him, all the Christianity references in Villette. There were a lot.

“Helps you with your car? Makes the payments?”

“Huh? No,” Bucky said. “I own that car. She’s just, you know, kinda old. Tony likes playing with the engine anyway, so he’s been helping me with maintenance and stuff. You know the dealership wanted two grand to replace the sway bar? Tony did it in twenty minutes with a ten dollar part. And he’s fast. I told him he should try to get a spot on a NASCAR driver’s pit crew. He’d be a natural.”

Tony had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. That would piss Howard off to no end, really. Bad enough Tony wasn’t majoring in business, wasn’t going to the school Howard wanted, was instead wrapped up in studying mechanical engineering, but not to go into the business at all, to be a dirty, grimy mechanic? Howard would chew nails and spit staples before he’d let that happen.

Bucky was a pretty good driver; Tony wondered if they could run away together and live off the winnings from track races.

Not, he thought, shaking himself all over, that Bucky wanted to run off with Tony to begin with.

And what the hell was Howard grilling him about anyway. Why the fuck was Howard even here?

His parents weren’t quite divorced yet; they’d seperated about six months ago, but Howard kept trying… Tony was pretty sure he was going to wear Mom out eventually. Maria Stark had about as much backbone as an earthworm, and Howard was pretty stubborn when he wanted something.

Tony had inherited all that stubbornness, and some of the backbone issue. He had a hard time standing up to Howard, even when he really, really wanted something.

“Would you be interested in a new car?” Howard speculated.

“Not really,” Bucky said. “I, uh, my insurance premiums are only like seventy dollars a month right now. If I gotta put collision and the value of a new car on top of that, no thank you. I’m making do, and Tony’s keeping her running.”

“Something could be arranged to take care of that,” Howard suggested. “You like race cars? Chevy’s got a really nice Corvette this year, we could cover the insurance for a few years, at least until it drops a bracket.”

Tony could almost see the dubious expression on Bucky’s face. “What are you getting at?”

“Look, I’ll square with you, kid,” and there came Howard’s showman’s voice, the I’m going to talk you into anything tones. “Tony’s being a thorn in my side. I built up Stark Industries from an idea in a garage, and I need him to stop messing around and put in some work so we don’t lose the company. This… engineering and fixing cars stuff, that’s just a distraction. Just… like you are a distraction.”

“I’m not quite following you, Mr. Stark,” Bucky said, but he sounded suspicious, like maybe he did.

Tony was half tempted to barrel in there before Howard could say something irrevocable. Or before Bucky could.

The rest of him wondered, exactly, what Howard thought he was doing.

And what Bucky was going to do about it.

“All of this,” Howard said. “This is what he needs to be thinking about, what he needs to be doing. And right now, everything’s going his way. He’s got school that he’s frittering time away with, and a boyfriend and all that.”

“And you, what? Aim t’ make him unhappy enough to do what you want?” Bucky sounded very unimpressed. “You know I don’t see him giving up on school just because we’re not dating anymore. He throws himself into work when he’s unhappy. You should see him every time he comes back to school after break. He’ll do it just to spite you.”

“Yeah, I think I know my son a little better than you do.”

Do not, do not, do not, Tony thought, like a recalcitrant toddler. That was one of Howard’s biggest problems. He didn’t know his family at all. He barely understood his wife, he had no idea what his son was like.

“I’m still waiting for what your proposal is,” Bucky said. “Because this conversation is going around in circles. You wanna just lay it on the table?”

“I’d like you to break things off with Tony,” Howard said.

“This may well be the first time I got a you’re no good for him talk from someone’s parents,” Bucky said, thoughtfully. “So, hit me with what’s in it for me.”

“I understand what you think you’re getting out of Tony,” Howard said.

“No, sir, I really don’t think you do,” Bucky said.

“You think he’s a meal ticket, that he’s a steady rush of wine and dine,” Howard carried on, as if he hadn’t heard Bucky at all. “And you know and I know that college relationships don’t last. You’re a man of the real world, Barnes. Not like Tony, with his head in the clouds. So, let me just skip to the good part. I will cut you a check for fifty thousand dollars.”

Tony almost fell over; he had to cling to the doorframe as his knees went weak.

“Why does this sound like a proposal you’ve made before,” Bucky wondered. “Did you offer that girl a similar deal? Because Sunset dropped Tony like he was a hot brick.”

“Bain was reasonable,” Howard said. “Think what it could mean, Barnes, starting out your career without debt.”

Tony considered bursting in, now. Howard had paid Sunset to dump him? Painfully, letting Tony catch her with another guy? That was… that was fucking low, and Tony wasn’t sure why the hell he was surprised. Not that Sunset was the kind of person that Tony wanted to be with, if she could be paid off so easily.

“I think you don’t know the first thing about Tony,” Bucky was saying, and Tony dragged his attention back to his eavesdropping. “I think you don’t appreciate what you’ve got. Tony has money, but you know what? I don’t care about that. I care that he’s smart. I care that he’s clever. I care that his face lights up when he’s discussing engineering, and how he believes that the rules of physics don’t necessarily apply to him. I love the way his eyes crinkle up when he’s happy. And I don’t think there’s enough money in the world to break his heart for you.”

“It won’t last,” Howard said. “I’ve watched him be unable to maintain friendships. He forgets that the real world exists. He forgets to shower, wears dirty clothes, forgets to eat or sleep. He gets lost in his workshop, and then by the time he remembers that other people are real, they’re gone. You’ll end up without him, no matter what. I’m just offering to make it nice and convenient, and on your own timetable. With a sizeable incentive.”

“I think you’re a bastard,” Bucky said. “And now I won’t do it just to goddamn spite you.”

“You’re being foolish,” Howard snarled, all the charm dropping out of his voice.

“Maybe so,” Bucky said. “But being in love makes fools of all of us, doesn’t it, Mr. Stark?”

Tony let his hand drop off the door, backed up a few steps.

It didn’t make sense.

Why wouldn’t Bucky just take the money? He and Tony weren’t actually dating, the money was just a bonus on what was going to happen as soon as they got back to school anyway.

Bucky’d sounded very sincere.

Being in love makes fools of us all…

Tony stopped dead in the hallway.

What?

Bucky slammed the door to Howard’s study open, ready to storm out of the room, then, “Take your hands off me,” he snapped angrily. “I said-- oh, Tony.”

Whatever Howard was ready to say was bitten off behind his teeth as he followed Bucky out into the hall and saw Tony standing there, probably looking like an idiot, gawking.

“Oh, hey, Bucky,” Tony said, wildly, trying to sound nonchalant and probably missing the mark by a mile. “I was looking for you, did you want to, you know, go for a walk, since we’re leaving right after lunch and this’ll be the last opportunity?”

“Yeah, baby,” Bucky said, still glaring at Howard. “That sounds like it’d be great. Let’s go that.”

He was at Tony’s side in a moment, gripping Tony’s arm a little harder than he probably meant to, fingers digging into Tony’s bicep in a painful clench.

“Hi, Dad,” Tony said, waving. “Bye, Dad.”

Howard just stood there, fist clenched.

Probably Howard didn’t think it was worth the effort to assault someone who wasn’t a family member. Although he might reconsider it. Howard had really good lawyers.

“Let’s go,” Bucky said under his breath, not looking back. His shoulders were stiff and Tony was getting a sore jaw, listening to the way Bucky was clenching his teeth.

“Yeah, let’s… let’s do that.” 

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[reystars]

all the pieces fall (a jessica logan character study) (4.3K)

(read on ao3)

Ten snapshots of Jessica Logan’s complicated life.

The woman crouches next to her so they’re face to face. Her red hair is shiny and her eyes are nice and she’s holding out a lollipop so Jessica takes it and listens as she talks.

“My name is Emma,” she says. “I’m with Rittenhouse. We’re here to help you. We’re here to save him.”

I. She’s five years old and sitting in the lobby of a hospital.

Jessica’s mother gently pulls her hand away from where she’s nervously tugging at her blonde hair. Her father had sternly instructed her to leave her blanket in the car, the thing she normally tugged at. So now she's pulling on the ends of her locks, the fluorescent lights of the hospital buzzing, staring at the shiny, plastic floor. Her feet don’t even come close touching the ground and she’s swinging her tiny shoes, waiting for her brother and the doctor with the funny haircut to come out of the room.

On one side, her mother is twisting her hands together, over and over again. On the other, her father is stone. His face is expressionless. Jessica looks up at him.

“I’m thirsty,” she says.

He doesn’t seem to hear her. She tugs on her mother’s sleeve.

“I’m thirsty,” she says again.

Her mother glances down at her, distracted.

“There’s a drinking fountain over there,” she says.

Jessica hops down, her plastic shoes squeaking on the linoleum as she makes her way over to the drinking fountain. Standing in front of it, still pulling the ends of her hair, she realizes with a frown that she can’t reach it. She stands on her tippy toes, placing both small hands on it, trying to lift herself up.

“Here, let me help you,” a kind voice says.

Jessica turns. There’s a pretty woman with red hair standing behind her, wearing a trench coat. Jessica takes a step back and the woman lifts her slightly so she can reach the water. As soon as she’s done drinking the woman sets her down and Jessica wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Thank you,” Jessica says. Then makes sure to inform her, “I’m five.”

The woman smiles. “You seem very smart for your age.”

Jessica looks past the woman at where her parents are sitting, still lost in their own world, not even noticing her conversation with this stranger.

“Do you love your brother?” the woman asks her.

Jessica thinks it’s a silly question, but nods. Kevin is only two and not a lot of fun to play with yet but her parents promise her that he’ll get fun and not as loud someday. She hopes it’s someday soon.

The woman crouches next to her so they’re face to face. Her hair is shiny and her eyes are nice and she’s holding out a lollipop so Jessica takes it and listens as she talks.

“My name is Emma,” she says. “I’m with Rittenhouse. We’re here to help you. We’re here to save him.”

II. She’s ten years old when they buy her her first gun.

Emma has been a constant in her life since that day at the hospital. She never seems to age, and sometimes is wearing the same clothes even when it’s months between visits. Sometimes she has the blonde woman, Carol, with her. But she’s always around, waiting, watching.

Emma finds her after her first baseball game. Her knees are bruised and her messy blonde hair is sticking out of her baseball cap, red dust smudged on her face. Her parents are still in the stands, chatting up the coach’s husband, Kevin sitting on her father’s lap, munching on an ice cream bar.

She’s ducked around the back of the dugout to get a drink from the lukewarm water fountain when Emma steps around the corner.

“Hi Emma,” she says, leaning over the drinking fountain, holding her blonde hair so it won’t fall into the water.

“You did great,” Emma says with a smile. “You’re pretty coordinated.”

Jessica straightens up. “Thanks.”

“I got you a present.”

Emma pulls the gun out of her purse by the front barrel, but Jessica still jumps back a little bit at the sight of it. Emma is still smiling comfortably, but Jessica still feels electrified by the sight of it. Her parents won’t even let her near the rifle their father keeps locked in a safe in their basement.

“Don’t worry,” Emma says. “I’ll teach you how to shoot it.”

Jessa steps forward, hesitant, and looks at it closer. It’s silver and it looks more advanced than any of the guns she’s seen her dad or uncles use.

Emma slips it back into her bag.

“It’s for self defense,” she says. “You know that Rittenhouse is highly secretive for a reason. There’s lots of people, really bad people, that want to hurt us. Would want to hurt you because we helped you.”

Jessica hears her mother calling for her in the distance.

“But I promise I won’t let that happen,” Emma says. “I’ll teach you how to protect yourself.”

III. She’s fourteen years old when they finally tell her what her mission truly is.

She’s been working at her grandpa’s auto shop all summer and she’s bored to death. She doesn’t mind spending her time underneath cars, oil smudged down her arms, and she’s actually a pretty good mechanic, but she only took this job because Emma had told her to, and she’s been itching to finally join her and get the real work started. But it’s been almost two years since she last saw Emma or anyone from Rittenhouse. She’s starting to worry that they changed their mind, or forgot about her.

Her parents don’t know about the gun she has hidden in her bed frame.

Emma had told her that she was important. Important to Rittenhouse, important to the future. When she thinks about it, pride swells in her chest. They wouldn’t forget about her. They couldn’t. That meant something.

She’s sitting on top of one of the old tables in the back, drinking a Coca-Cola, her dirty sneakers swinging, staring out at the passing traffic when she sees a flash of red out of the corner of her eye.

She turns her head to see Emma standing there.

“Emma!” she shouts, jumping down off the table, barreling over and engulfing her in a hug. She’s missed her. Emma laughs and hugs her back.

“Hey kid,” she says, finally pulling away, putting some space in between them so she can see her face. She tilts Jessica’s chin back as she smiles.

“Your braces came off fast,” she says.

Using the side of the table as a bottle opener, Jessica opens a coke with a crack and a hiss. She hands it to Emma. A satisfied smile spreads across her face after she takes a sip, climbing up to sit on the table next to her.

“Mmmm,” she says. “They just don’t make it like they used to.”

Jessica feels her pulse leap like it always does when Emma talks about the future. About time travel. They promised her that she’d get to try it someday. She’s spent hours pouring over history books, trying to decide where she’d like to go most. To help save the world.

Emma pulls something out of her pocket.

“I think you’re old enough now to know why we chose you. Why you’re special.”

She hands the photo to Jessica, and she unfolds it. It’s a man, probably in his late twenties. He has striking blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and an intense gaze, almost challenging the camera. She can see army tags hanging around his neck. Jessica runs her thumb down the side of the photo absentmindedly. He’s handsome in distant way, like a film star.

“Who is he?” Jessica asks.

“Wyatt Logan,” Emma explains. “Your future husband.”

IV. She’s fifteen years old and she absolutely hates Texas.

It’s hot, and dusty, and dry, and boring. The sun is always too bright, the sky is always devoid of clouds, and the roads stretch across the desert like dirty ribbons baked into the ground.

This is the year she’s meant to meet Wyatt Logan, and she’s standing outside her new high school, marveling at the fact that it looks more like a prison than anything else.

She’s squinting, the sun intrusively bright as usual, and she’s trying to muster the energy to even care about school at all with the knowledge that her future is secured with the most powerful organization in the world anyway.

And then she sees him.

He walks out of the building, wearing an worn out T-shirt and loose jeans, and even though he looks about 10 years younger than the only picture she’s seen of him, it’s unmistakable. Cosmic, almost, is the feeling that floods her body when she sees him.

Without meaning to, she freezes. She has her instructions clearly in her mind, she knows exactly what she’s supposed to do, supposed to say, but she can’t move.

And as it turns out, she doesn’t have to. He makes eye contact with her, a smirk already the default on his lips, and walks over to her.

“Hey,” he says. His smile is irresistibly charming. So is his slight southern accent.

“Wyatt Logan,” he says as an introduction. He's looking at her curiously, intensely. She'll soon learn that there's not much about him that isn't intense. But under his gaze, something feels right.

This is the first moment that Jessica realizes playing pretend might be more complicated than she thought.

V. She’s seventeen years old when he proposes to her.

She's too young, she feels too young, but they're laying on a pile of blankets in the back of his pickup truck under the stars and he's staring at her adoringly with his blue eyes and she knows, she knows she can't say no.

They've been through a lot, these past two years. Wyatt thinks she doesn't know about the drug running, but she does. He thinks she doesn't know about his asshole father, but she does. She wonders why lying comes to him as naturally at breathing but when she looks at him, she doesn't see a liar, she sees a survivor. She sees a man who wants to join the army just like his grandfather, a man who wants to buy them a beautiful house with a white picket fence. She sees an idealist who can't see more than two feet in front of his face. She sees someone she's accidentally fallen in love with.

It terrifies her.

"So?" he asks, rolling over onto his stomach, running his finger down her arm. It makes her shiver slightly, and she keeps her eyes on the sky.

"We're so young, Wyatt," she says, and he interrupts her with a kiss that she doesn't exactly hate. "We have nothing but time. There's no need to rush."

He kisses her collarbone, and she no longer feels like making excuses.

"I don't want to wait another second to call you my wife."

He says it so truthfully, so earnestly, that her heart tightens. In moments like this it's hard for her to remember why she's here, and what she's doing. She's playing the long game, she knows this, but she finally settles her eyes on his and gives in, for just a moment, to the fantasy.

"After graduation," she concedes, and he grins his cocky grin and wraps her in his arms. As she listens to his steady breathing, her head on his chest, she imagines what it will feel like to have to kill him someday. She wonders if she'll be able to do it.

VI. She's eighteen years old, and it's her wedding day.

She's in the back room of a tiny church, looking at herself in the full length antique mirror, the beautiful white dress cascading on the ground. She's alone, just for the moment. Her mother's taking care of a last-minute flower issue, and as she runs her hand over the soft white satin fabric, the golden Texas sun shining softly through the window, she feels almost dizzy with happiness. Tucking a hair behind her ear, she hears Kevin's familiar laugh just outside the door. He's only fifteen, but Wyatt asked him to be his best man anyway, and he's been loving every second of it.

Jessica is adjusting her (very traditional, mother requested) veil when the door cracks open.

"Did you work it out?" she asks, assuming it's her mother with news on the garlands. She doesn't realize she has a huge smile on her face until she turns and it immediately drops. It's Emma standing there, arms crossed, serious as the grave.

Jessica tries to quickly plaster the smile back on, but the air has chilled.

"I was hoping you'd make it," she tries. It falls flat.

"Congratulations on your big day," It's almost sarcastic, the way Emma bites out the words. There's a fresh bruise on her face and fury in her eyes. "I thought I'd bring you a wedding gift."

She hands, almost shoves something into Jessica's hands. It's a manila folder and when she opens it, all that's inside is a worn, handwritten page that looks like it’s been torn from a journal. Jessica doesn't recognize the handwriting. Taped to the page is a newspaper clipping. Carefully, slowly, Jessica unfolds it. Immediately, she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her.

Soldier's Wife, 28, Found Strangled to Death

It's her photograph.

"What is this?" Jessica asks. It comes out as a whisper.

"I've been saving it just in case I needed to remind you why you're here," Emma says. Her voice is curt, blunt. "To remind you that your husband out there is the reason why without Rittenhouse, you'd die in a few years."

Jessica can't catch her breath. Slowly, terrified, she pulls up the newspaper clipping to read the handwriting underneath.

Wyatt told me the truth about what happened the night Jessica disappeared. They were at a dive bar in San Diego called the Pelican Lounge when they ran into an old boyfriend of hers. He was jealous, drank too much, and as they drove home they had a major fight. Started shouting. She told him to stop the car and got out right there on the side of the road. Wyatt drove away. It only took him twenty minutes to calm down but by the time he came back, she was gone. She never came home. They found her body—

Jessica tears her eyes away from the paper. She can’t bear to read any more. Blinking away tears, she hands the folder back to Emma, making her face as even as she can.

"Who wrote that?" she asks. The handwriting is a woman's, the description emotionless, like a historian idly describing an important event. Not her life. Her death.

"It doesn't matter," Emma says. "What matters is that you remember why you're here. And what Rittenhouse did for you."

As if almost on cue, there's a knock on the door. It's Kevin.

"Jess?" he calls through the door. "Are you ready?"

Emma gives her a pointed look.

"I'll be out in a second," Jessica calls. Her hands are shaking.

When she walks down the aisle, a beautiful smile elegantly crafted on her face, she can barely even look at Wyatt. Despite the tears in his eyes, the overwhelming joy shining out of his face, the sounds of her mother sniffling in the first row, she feels the steel cage wrapping around her heart.

VII. She’s twenty-two years old, and marriage is harder than she ever thought it would be.

Wyatt’s been in the army almost three years now. She supported him when he enlisted, encouraged it, knowing all along that’s where he would end up. And that he’d be good at it too. She was surprised, at first, at how much she missed him when he would leave.

But then he comes back from a summer in Afghanistan and he’s different. He’s moodier, drinking more and more despite swearing that he’d never follow in his son-of-a-bitch father’s footsteps. He’s lying to her, too, about other women. And she knows there’s other women.

She tries to focus on the mission, her purpose, with Rittenhouse but it doesn’t take away the sting of knowing what’s happening when he’s not around. She takes care of the home—their home—and takes a job as a bartender, working nights to pick up extra cash. It’s only supposed to be temporary.

Cleaning out muggy glasses, the stinging scent of alcohol permeating the air, it’s hard for her to feel like she’s making a difference to the universe.

But Emma is there. She’s there often, stopping by, reminding Jessica of how important she is. How this is all temporary, and soon enough she’ll take her place in Rittenhouse like she’s always meant to. She won’t be cleaning glasses forever.

And Jessica keeps her mouth shut, ignoring the long brown hair she finds on his coat, the scent of perfume that’s not hers, the late nights and the lies. She forgives and forgives and forgives, feeling a piece of herself chip away with every tear soaked kiss.

VIII. She’s twenty-eight years old, and this is the night she’s supposed to die.

She’s been waiting for this day for ten years, and it’s all happening exactly how Emma said it would. They’re visiting Wyatt’s grandfather in San Diego. He mentions a dive bar that his buddy recommended to him, the Pelican Lounge. The moment she hears him say it out loud she goes numb. But she smiles, flips her hair over her shoulder, and says, "Yeah, sounds like fun."

That night she puts her earrings on with shaking hands. She tries to enjoy her drink, but she can barely sip it without feeling nauseous. And there’s no surprise when they run into someone they used to go to high school with, someone Jessica may have kissed once or twice before she started dating Wyatt. And who knows what sets him off—a lingering glance, too familiar of a touch—but he starts drinking. More than he should.

Jessica places a hand on his arm.

“Babe, you have to drive.”

He jerks his arm away from her.

“Stop trying to mother me, Jess, you’re always trying to mother me.”

His voice is unbearably loud and people are starting to stare.

She finally convinces him to walk out to the car, and that’s when the fight really begins. He refuses to hand her the keys, climbs into the driver’s seat of the same truck he's been driving since high school. It's hard to see him as the same person sitting there. Windows down, blowing Jessica's hair into her eyes, the sounds of the cars speeding past, Jessica can’t help but get caught up in it, her emotions choking her as she spits out things she’s kept tucked away deep inside.

“You’re just like your father, you know.”

It’s the one thing she doesn’t yell, just speaks it, her voice low. She doesn't know where it comes from. She doesn't mean to say it. But she does mean it. Wyatt slams on the breaks, jerking the truck over to the shoulder of the road.

“Get the hell out of my car.”

Her body goes icy cold. She stares at him, he’s breathing heavily, almost unrecognizably angry. Her knuckles are white, balled into fists in her lap. The worst part of it all is that despite everything she knows, she wants to get out of the car anyway. She wants to storm off. She wants him to see her twisted, mangled body in the bushes two weeks later, if that's what it will take for him to see how he's making her feel. The rawness of the thought makes her feel like she's been punched in the gut.

A beat.

“No,” she finally says.

Wyatt is staring straight ahead, trying to get his anger under control. It’s clear that he’s still furious. But after a few more seconds he throws the car into gear and pulls it back onto the road. They spend the rest of the drive in complete silence.

It’s not until they’re pulling into their driveway that Jessica finally breathes.

IX. She’s twenty-nine years old when she files for divorce.

It’s on Emma’s orders, really, but the sense of relief she feels is genuine. So is the flood of guilt that follows. But it’s not like they haven’t tried. They’ve been working with a counselor for months, trying to talk through their issues.

Wyatt won’t budge, won’t open up, and Jessica is still keeping the biggest secret between the two of them anyway. It’s all an act, a charade, but there’s still no reason why Wyatt should look so shocked when she slides the papers across the table at him.

“Jess, please don’t do this,” he says. And the way he says it is so genuine that for a moment she forgets all the shit he’s been putting her through. Then she drops the pen on the table. Her bags are already packed, she’s staying with Kevin and his wife for the time being.

“I don’t know what else to do,” she says. She picks up her duffel bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “I can’t be married to a state secret. I can’t keep doing these lies.”

Wyatt’s not even looking at her, his head is in his hands, his elbows on the table. He looks defeated. It’s almost sad.

“Goodbye, Wyatt,” she says.

She leaves her key behind. He doesn’t try to stop her.

X. She’s thirty years old when Emma tells her that it’s finally time.

She’s back at her job as a bartender. She’s had no contact with Wyatt for two months. He’s seemed to disappear off the face of the planet but, as Emma explains to her over a whiskey on the rocks, he’s gone into hiding after a blow to Rittenhouse.

“Him, the pilot and the princess,” Emma sneers, finishing off the whiskey. “They’ve been real pains in my ass. But when they get back from this trip, it’ll be the first time he’s seen you since you died. Don’t be surprised if he acts strange.”

She pushes the glass back toward her across the mahogany bar and Jess stacks it on the rest of the dirty glasses hidden out of sight of the customers. She’s thrumming with energy. Her entire life has been leading to this moment.

“Your goal is to get in the bunker, gather intel, and when the moment is right, take out as many as you can.”

All she needs to do now, though, is send a simple text. Have you signed the papers yet?

So she does. Then she waits.

And happy hour is about to start, she’s yelling at the new guy and waiting for Mark to show up with the four extra cases she’s ordered for grad night when she hears him say her name.

“Jessica?”

She turns around, immediately, instinctively. Not happily. He’s standing there in complete and total shock.

“Oh my god, you’re actually here.”

She’s holding a clipboard in her arms, actually feeling a little more irritated and inconvenienced than anything else. She’s expecting him to do what he always does, run his hands through his hair and avoid eye contact and make excuses. So many excuses.

But then he doesn’t. He walks forward, tears in his eyes, and pulls her into a hug. Wraps his arms around her so tightly, so passionately, so close that she can actually physically feel the pounding of his heart.

His breath moves his hair as he repeats himself. “You’re actually here.”

That’s all it takes for her to realize that this is not the Wyatt that she’s married to. He’s not the same man at all. This is someone completely different, someone she’s never met and can barely even recognize. This is the Wyatt that, in another world, moved heaven and earth for her. The man who stole a time machine to try and bring her back.

Before she gets too overwhelmed she pulls away from the hug, spotting the keg delivery man. She shouts at him to bring her the rest of the order and turns away from Wyatt, busying herself with whatever she’d been doing before. The most completely insignificant things. Trying to snap back into it. She can almost hear Emma scolding her in her head.

“When are you off?” she hears him say. “You wanna have dinner?”

The way that he says it actually helps her gain her footing again.

She whips around.

“You ignore my texts for two months and now you want to have dinner?” she says.

They stumble through an awkward conversation. She emphasizes that she’s been working doubles while implying that he’s been off with some other woman. Something flashes over his face when she says it and she realizes it might actually be true. But she agrees to meet up with him when she’s done with her shift.

And he’s just staring at her, dumbstruck, like he’s never seen her before. Like he thought he’d never see her again. It’s so tender, so soft, so very unlike the Wyatt Logan that she knows that she absentmindedly shouts at one of the newer employees and brushes him off.

“I’ll see you later,” she says, and her almost looks like he’s going to stay but he doesn’t. He leaves.

And Jessica slips into the back room, leaning against the concrete wall, trying to catch her breath. Then she straightens up, pulling her phone out of her pocket. She’s on autopilot as she dials the numbers she’s had memorized for years. The dial tone abruptly stops, she hears the click on the other line. She doesn’t wait for Emma to speak.

“He came here,” she says. “We’re meeting up after my shift. It all happened exactly how you said it would.”

She feels numb.

#timeless #jessica logan #jessica x wyatt #wyatt logan #emma whitmore #my fic #okay this is basically an in depth expansion of what I wrote about Jessica the other day #and there could possibly be a part 2 and part 3 if ppl are interested but #ANYWAAAAY

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Not Dead Yet

Lavernius Tucker x Reader

Content: Gender-Neutral Reader, Fluff, Nonsexual, Kissing, Mild language, Reader high off of pain medication, Brief mention of injury, Descriptions of blood loss

Luckily, the Feds also had painkillers. Lots, and lots of painkillers.

You stumbled out of the jungle 48 hours after the attack.

The plates of your armor were coated with dried blood and soot; your kevlar underarmor was torn; and you were half dead from exhaustion and blood-loss. Your ears were ringing, and sparks were dancing at the corners of your vision. You were moving forward with lead feet on sheer willpower alone.

What saved you, really, was the New Republic-Federal Army union. Because the two factions were able to combine their supply stockpiles, every New Republic soldier got equipped with a bio-foam pen for the first time in forever. Yours ended up making the difference between dying from blood-loss, and just having an obvious—and painful—chest wound.

The Feds spotted you first. You suppressed the instinctive fight-or-flight reaction, and instead let them guide you into the sun-warmed truck bed of a warthog missing its turret attachment. Your eyelids fluttered a few times—threatening to close and stay that way—but the Fed who hopped up to ride with you in the back refused to let you fall asleep. You were just ornery enough to ignore him, however-- and spent most of the ride in a doze.

Lady Bones was waiting at the base they brought you to. She flew in on a pelican first thing when it went out over comms that you'd been found. You let yourself relax fully when she called your name, and jogged up with a handful of Feds carrying an empty stretcher.

“It's Bones,” she said, while two Feds straightened you out in preparation for lifting you. You started to open your mouth to correct her, that you already knew it was her, but your voice failed you.

“I'm here now,” Lady Bones continued. “Can you understand me?”

After a moment of trial and error, you garbled out something like an affirmative.

Strong, armored limbs pressed under your upper back and legs, and then the bed of the truck fell away. Your head swam through space before the stretcher floated up to catch you. The sudden movement caused your ears to start ringing again, and your body to start buzzing like it was full of discontented bees. You couldn't hear Lady Bones' next question over the din, and watched with mild fascination as she fruitlessly repeated herself several times.

Finally, you heard her—voice forced into a calm, even tone. “Please focus on my voice. I see that you have a chest wound. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head limply. Not a great idea. Your ears started ringing again from the movement, and your vision blackened at the edges like a paper in a fire-- charring, and curling in on itself.

“You're okay now,” Lady Bones' muffled voice soothed. “You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you.”

Oh good, you thought. Half sardonic, half sincerely relieved.

Light dimmed in the haze of your eyelashes as the stretcher passed through a doorway, and cut off the afternoon sun. Lady Bones said a few more things you didn't catch, as your eyes flickered around in what was becoming a light, buzzy stupor.

A few minutes later, you finally allowed yourself to fall unconscious.

You drifted close to consciousness a few times. There was a room; a moving, bright green light; a few ambient, friendly-looking people-shapes.

You heard a familiar voice at one point, that drew your mind closer to the surface. Not Lady Bones. The voice—he—sounded scared. You tried to grasp at full consciousness—feeling for some reason like it was absolutely crucial you got up and comforted him—but you fell away again.

When you finally woke up, a man in turquoise—aqua you corrected yourself—power armor was standing in the doorway with his helmet missing and his back to you; talking to someone. He seemed like a very friendly shade of blue, so you smiled warmly at his back, and looked around the room-- idly trying to catch some of what they were saying out of mild curiosity, but otherwise unconcerned. You felt wonderful.

Your head and body were all light and floaty, and nothing hurt. The room around you was very drab and gray—pretty standard for a military bunker—but it was all fuzzy around the edges, and somehow quite pleasing and comforting to look at. You were wearing a hospital gown that was three sizes too big; and you were physically ensconced so deeply within a soft mound of bed-sheets and pillows, it was almost like you were the cookie garnish trapped in a big fluffy pudding.

An aqua helmet was on a nearby chair, looking worn and friendly, and you smiled at it. You tried to reach for it, but something tugged on your arm, and your eyes dropped to inspect what had happened. There was a thin line of medical tubing extending from the underside of your forearm, to an IV bag hanging at your bedside. You picked curiously at where the tubing disappeared under your skin.

The voices in the doorway fell silent, and you paused in toying with your IV to look up. The man in aqua was looking at you, and you smiled at him again. “Hi!” You croaked cheerfully.

He became a blur and you lost track of him for a moment, but then he was at your bedside and oh-so-gently lifting your hand away from your IV. You let him. “Hey,” his voice was a little haggard and gravely from lack of sleep, but had this warm quality of familiarity to it-- and sounded very relieved. “You shouldn't mess with that.”

“Oh, sorry!” You gave one of his gauntleted fingers an apologetic squeeze, and studied his face while he lifted the helmet free of the chair so he could sit down in its place.

He looked just as tired as he sounded, but it couldn't disguise the fact that he was perhaps the most gorgeous person you had ever seen. His eyes, in particular, were quite striking, despite the dark circles under them-- they were a very deep, warm, lovely shade of brown, and the look he was giving you while he held your hand and studied you right back was impossibly kind and loving.

Having this incredibly attractive person looking at you like that made your face feel very hot, and you bit your lip shyly. “Uh, hi.” You giggled a little headily. He was still holding your hand. “Do I know you? You're... really pretty.”

Instantly his eyebrows shot up, and the tired look on his face all but vanished as a grin split his features in its place. “Do you know me?” He chuckled softly.

“Yeah, um...” Your eyes drifted back and forth between those lovely eyes and that lovely, smiling mouth. Impossibly, he was even more gorgeous now than he was a minute ago. “Cause like, you're looking at me like that; like you know me. And you're just... really, really pretty, and I don't know how I'd possibly forget you?”

His grin widened, crinkling his eyes up merrily, and he chuckled again-- this time louder, and a lot giddier. His shoulders shook a little from it, and he leaned in a bit closer. “I'm pretty, huh?” He teased. “Are you coming onto me right now?”

“Whaaaaaaaaat?” You squeaked. If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. “No, I-- I--”

“No?” He repeated, still with that teasing tone in his voice. His frame was still shaking slightly from a laugh, deep in his stomach, that you couldn't hear. “What if I want you to?”

Your gaze flitted about several points in the room, flustered, before slowly settling back on him. A slow, guilty little smile formed on your face. “Then mmmm... aybeee...?”

He giggled. “Th-then I've got news for you!” He squeezed your hand lightly, and brought it up to his smiling mouth to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

You curled your fingers in his grip and averted your eyes again, bashfully. “Yeah...?”

He leaned in conspiratorially, and whispered: “I know you... because we're dating.”

“Whaaaaaaat!” Your head whipped back around and you stared at him with wide eyes. “No wayyy!”

“Yes way.” He answered seriously, with that grin still on his face, and a merry light glittering in his eyes.

“We're dating?” You repeated with a squeak. “We... we're dating? We are? I'm dating you?”

“That's right,” he said proudly.

You looked him over—bashful again—through your eyelashes. He was positively glowing with happiness, and quite a sight to behold. Just looking at him, just holding his hand, made you feel so warm and at peace-- like you were right where you belonged, and never wanted to leave. “... Cool.” You breathed softly.

“Yeah,” He agreed, leaning the rest of the way in to press a kiss against your forehead. “Cool.”

“Um, so...” You nibbled your lip a little, and looked at his mouth again. “Does that mean I can like... kiss you, an junk?”

“Hell yeah it does.” He said it very seriously, like it was the most serious thing in the world, and he had spent this entire time just waiting for you to open your eyes, sit up and kiss him. So you did.

Or, tried to, at least. You quickly discovered that your body wasn't feeling strong enough—for some reason—to lift you away from your very comfy pudding-trap of blankets and pillows. A confused frown settled on your face.

“Hey, that's alright,” He said very gently, soothingly, and carefully set your hand down over your stomach. “Let me.”

You did as he said, and waited while he moved to seat himself on the edge of your bed-- the thin mattress dipping under the combined weight of him and his power armor. One of his gauntleted hands cupped your cheek, and you could feel the rough kevlar of the glove as a distant rasp against your skin; like it almost wasn't your skin it was pressed against.

He leaned in, and you closed your eyes on instinct. You felt his warm breath fan across your face before you felt his mouth on you. While as distant as the kevlar, his lips were every bit as soft as they'd looked, and you learned that now while he worked them against yours. Your nerves buzzed in a pleasant, numb little tingle.

The kiss was achingly gentle. It was like he was thinking about how much he loved you, and how scared he'd been, with every brush of his lips-- and it was seeping into his every muscle and tendon, and altering how he held you.

When he pulled back—far too early for your liking—you grumbled at him, and he chuckled a little breathlessly.

“I'm not going to leave you... okay?” He whispered against your mouth. There was a hoarse quality to his words, like they were getting stuck in his throat. “I'll never leave you. This is the only place I ever wanna be.”

You thought it was an awfully strange thing for someone to say while kissing someone. But it was somehow comforting to hear, and seemed like the sort of thing strange, beautiful boyfriends you don't remember having might say.

Even so, through the haze of your thoughts, you felt a brief bit of mischief well up in your heart. “In a hospital room?” You slurred, with a sleepy little grin.

He snorted at that, and bumped your noses together. “No, you ass. With you.”

You giggled.

#i technically finished writing this like... #almost a year ago? or just half? who knows #after much deliberation i'm going to finally say this is done #rvb x reader #rvb reader insert #rvb fanfic #tucker x reader #reader insert #rvb #lavernius tucker #gender-neutral #fluff #fanfic #nonsexual #tucker reader #imagine rvb #rvb imagine #imagine #blues

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3. star sign: scorpio

4. height: 5′3″

5. time: 8:39pm as im typing this

6. birthday: november 2nd

7. favorite bands: ten foot pole, nofx, the dead milkmen, the front bottoms, ajj, simple plan, mom jeans, wallows, the regrettes, etc etc, theres probably more im forgetting

8. favorite solo artists: wilbur soot, sabrina carpenter, again, probably more im forgetting. i suppose i listen to more bands than i do solo artists

9. song stuck in my head: losing face by wilbur soot <333 specifically the  “is he better than me? / has he seen more to this life? / can he smoke more? / can he fuck more?” lines

10. last movie: i cannot for the life of me remember. i think probably the og grinch movie about a month ago?

11. last show: i think 911? im not sure, its been a long time since ive watched tv jdhfajkfh

12. when did i create this blog: i made this particular blog in december of 2018, but i joined tumblr originally in july of 2014 (my first blog is still Out There but i refuse to share it ajfhadskjfh)

13. what do i post: ive been mainly mcyt centric lately as thats my current hyperfixation, but i do post aesthetic posts and shitposts and stuff from my other interests when they pop onto my dash :)

14. last thing googled: eye emoji

15. other blogs: i run @incorrect911quotes​ and @buddieweek​ in the sense that i Own the blogs, though i havent had the energy to actually Actively run them in. a long ass time (mutuals feel free to hmu if youd like to be added as a co owner to either of those blogs so that u may take over for me until i get the energy to work on them again). i also have a handful of saved urls as sideblogs too!

16. do i get asks: every once in a while! i usually get maybe like. one or two per ask game i reblog, and every once in a while ill get random asks from friends and anons alike

17. why i chose my url: i like ghostbur a lot :) n “ghostbur” was taken so i added an s to it!

18. following: 194! i dont like having a super poppin dash, it gets stressful for me at times

19. followers: as of right now, i have 1016 :) 

20. average hours of sleep: around 6 to 7 on a good night

21. lucky number: 2!!

22. instruments: i used to know how to play guitar, but its been like. almost a decade since ive gotten my hands on a guitar, so id have to relearn from scratch. i play a mean recorder thanks to my third grade class tho. and i have a kazoo that i like playin!

23. what am i wearing: my big pink georgenotfound hoodie, pink sweatpants, n slightly mismatched socks (neither of them are pink tho :pensive:)

24. dream job: i know its very cliche but i would really like to make youtube an actual job someday. id also like to be able to data entry :)

25. dream trip: if i had to pick, probably holland. and new york!

26. favorite food: pasta!

27. nationality: im technically american, but i prefer to just say that im canadian (my dad is From canada And im moving in with him in canada after high school)

28. favorite song: my current number one fav is im sorry boris by wilbur soot <3333 obsessed with it

29. last book read: uh. um. i dont know. ill tentatively say all the bright places by jennifer niven bc thats the last one i remember reading

30. top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: mmmm. dsmp would be pretty fun! bein in homestuck could be pretty cool too. ummm. thats it, i cant think of anywhere else :) (id say the borderlands universe but id die so much)

tagging: nobody :) fuck da rules :) feel free to steal this and say i tagged you tho :)

#about me #eden.txt #tagged in #thank u for tagging me griff <3 #long post /

[sakuurae]

any writing tips u can share?? i adore your work so much, just the way everythings described flows so nicely~

Mmmm, im not the best with this, but ill try ^~^ thank you by the way! Ehehe, it means a lot.This advice will go on like stepping stones, haha.

1. This is probably the most broad thing i can say, but just keep on writing. When i used to tutor creative writing (or english as a whole, lol) i met a lot of students who were so focused on sculpting their writing to perfection, and the purpose of it was lost along the way. This happens a lot, from what ive seen, in creative writing. I feel as if when writers are more focused on creation their pieces to perfection in hopes of it being acknowledged and seen, theyre not writing for themselves anymore; thus, this leads into the second piece of advice. Practice makes perfect. Everything that you will write you are improving in every single piece—even if you dont realize it. The things ive written two weeks ago make me cringe, but thats a sign of improvement.

Work with your strengths, and improve your weaknesses.

Go back and read your old work so you can see what you like and dont like—what you should improve on or keep doing.

2. Write for yourself. The value of your work is so much more when you write for yourself because it makes you happy.

Moving onto the composition work…

1. Vocabulary bank. It takes a while to build up a wide vocabulary bank, but its worth it. In my opinion, its more engrossing to read a piece with a lot of high vocabulary over the simple words. It bumps up everything, and if theres a good sentence flow then its a plus.

I studied word lists everyday, and i always do every other day because i want to keep on building up my vocab. They are always out there, and its a total helper!!

For me, id rather read an entire piece that was written like an SRI test over pieces that dont have that much high lexicon.

This also becomes the case for the word said. There are many words out there to use aside said, like drones, equivocates, gasps, jeers, etc.

Ex: “He wanted to tell her the truth.” ➝ “He had an urge to apprise her of the concerning verities.”

2. Sentence structure. Some sentences are far too shot, and some are really extensive (and do not have commas, semi-colons—oh my goodness). Now, sentences dont always have to be extremely long; there should be a variety. Itll make the paragraph flow more, and you can get the emphasis where you want on certain places.

Ex: “His eyes shined under the darkness of the night. The smile that graced his face warmed you from the heart. And it was not an everyday occurrence for that to take place.” ➝ “The smile that graced his face made his eyes crinkle into crescent moons, the glint evident in his two orbs. It warmed you from the inside—his beaming grin—and it was not often you felt this from another individual.”

Speaking on this, try to not use the same prominent word twice in one sentence.

Ex: “He turned the paper face down, turning his head to face his friend.” ➝ “He turned the paper over, tilting his head to address his friend.”

3. Being metaphorical. Im not really sure how to elaborate on this; i guess it provides more depth/character to the paragraph?? Aah, heres an example instead.

Ex: “The sky was a calming blue, the cluster of brilliant stars surreal to your eyes.” ➝ “The curtain of aegean draped over the muted sky, golden pins splaying upon the surface.”

4. Adjectives. It bumps up your sentences—trust me. With more details, it becomes easier to picture in your mind. Have you read a smut without adjectives, and another smut with? The difference is quite prominent because with one you can imagine the scene with more detail, and the other not as well.

Ex: “His member was twitching, the pleasure of being inside you unbearable.” ➝ “His stiff member was twitching uncontrollably, the overwhelming pleasure of being inside you borderline unbearable.”

or

“Sweat dripped from his forehead.” ➝ “Beads of sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.”

But try to not be heavy on the adjectives… i still struggle with this, haha, but i think many readers can tell if you have a thesaurus in hand or not.

5. Paragraph breaks. This might not seem like a biggie, and it is completely up to you when you decide to break paragraphs, but there are times that one must paragraph break… like with dialogues or setting changes, or when a new character is introduced. Please… avoid the block… oh my goodness…

6. This might be a me thing… but go into detail with the actions. To say this under a brighter light, imagine this: actions during a kiss scene. When you kiss someone, you and the other’s mouths arent the only thing that are moving, and the touch of the lips arent the only thing youre feeling. 

Ex: “He pressed his lips against yours, his mouth prancing to the melody of your heartbeat.” (and thats it) ➝ “He pressed his lips against your own, his mouth prancing to the melody of your heartbeat as his hands trace the outline of your body. You palm snakes up his back, only to place it on the nape of his neck to tug him closer. At such a closed proximity, you noticed something else: his scent. There was a swirl of cinnamon and vanilla that intoxicated your senses… etc.”

What im trying to say is that going into some detail, brief or not, about actions will add more sparkle into the paragraph—especially dialogue.

Ex: “’You’re kidding me,’ he groaned, flailing his arms in the air animatedly. He was in a disbelief at the sudden news, lodged at a crossroads on how to respond. ‘You’re fucking kidding me!’

You took a step back, placing a fist over your heart cautiously. ‘I-I’m sorry,’ you uttered weakly, tears pooling at your eyes. ‘I didn’t mean to.’”

Obviously the apostrophes wont be there in the final product, lol, it would perturb me if i didnt write that grammatically correct, ahaha.

Think of these composition levels as a pyramid. From letters, to words, to sentences, to paragraphs, the purpose of the piece, etc. The letters would be the bottom. So if you mess up at the bottom of the pyramid, the rest is disrupted. I read over a paper before where the first and second base were horrendous, and i was correcting it so much. The student came up to me and asked me what i thought about the message of the piece, but i actually paused and thought. I was so focused on correcting the mistakes—paying attention to the mistakes—to the point i missed the entire purpose of the piece. So, honestly, proofreading will be your best friend here.

All of this falls under the tab of your style. Remember, dont try to force out word after word to sculpt your piece into perfection. Work with your strengths, find your weaknesses and improve.

On the finding inspiration and keeping motivation side…

1. Work at your own pace. Do what makes you feel like your best work will be exhibited, and dont let other deadlines push you at your limit. Personal deadlines would most likely take the fun out of your writing process, and you might miss some particulars youd wish to convey—so dont rush! Trust me on this, lol. I made this mistake again when writing overrated, and im so hesitant to even hit that upload button because of how much i rushed it to meet my personal deadline. I keep re-reading and editing it, but i know that if i spent my time on it and pushed aside the personal deadline then it would be better.

2. Inspiration comes at the most random of times. I got ideas from waiting in the line in the bathroom and in the middle of my english class; they come when you least expect them too. If you force it out then it wont be that good (for me, that is). Of course, you can go out and find inspiration by walking outside or listening to music, but dont try to force out ideas—let them come to you.

You can write about real life occurrences that have taken place, or base stories off those. ‘Two Cups of Sugar’ is based off my friends experience of trying to get a guys number at an ice cream bar, but always failing so she went back around seven times—and only got his name in the end.

An upcoming fic i have is based off my boyfriend and i, and how we came to be. To be honest, all my fics are based off some real life experiences i had, or some outrageous stories my friends have told me. ‘Study Sessions’ was some real events, and a few scenes in ‘After Hours.’ What im trying to say is that those simple stories can take you a long way. The scene that started ‘After Hours’ was my friend talking about a bar. It was supposed to be a 4k bar scene, but after thinking about her experience and incorporating it into my own piece, it built its own way to 21k, and an ongoing series.

3. Keeping up motivation. Depending on what youre writing, you should focus on those elements. For example, im writing two fics—one of them being a basketball au and the other a soccer au. My motivation for that has seriously been dying, so ive been watching basketball videos and soccer games to keep my motivation running. Also, it helps when writing out action scenes, ahaha. I also talk to my friends that play those sports and ask them about how they feel about it and the rules of the game. Just kindle your flame with more information.

I know im not the best at giving advice… and there is way more in this whole writing sphere that im not addressing, but i hope this helps!! This is just what i think, what i go through, and my opinion—i really hope this helps you out. I wasnt sure what department you wanted concrete information on, whether it be the writing process or inspiration side or etc, so i briefly did all three :)

I know its a lot, so thank you for spending the time to read all of this ^~^

#Aaah this was great to type with my coffee ahaha #im sitting in the uni right now mortified at the fact i made a typo in my submitted work LOL #but yeah!! i hope this helps somehow ;; #rae rambles #writing advice #anonymous #messages

[s-nnyd]

hey. all of the qs from the ask meme that apply to you. have fun

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

oh boy well with my dad most certainly not theres a lot situations where its been made obvious that im not the son he wanted but he’ll still use me as an example to show to my lil bro and also like theres a lot of cockiness too and with my mom i love her and i know she loves and supports me but a lot of that is because im her daughter  and id say id have a decent relationship with my mom and i do love her

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

lmao it was you

03: Do you regret anything?

oooooooooooooooooo boi man i been thinking and like ive thought about if ive regretted ever being friends with angie and id like to say that i dont cause shes done a lot and shes given a lot to me whether it be good or bad and ive grown a lot from it and i think that if i completely erased that then i wouldnt be able to work through the things i have and like in other aspects i regret not saying “i think youre cute” to movie girl and knott’s info boy like my goodness they were both so damn cute and i really shoulda said something

04: Are you insecure?

hell yeah i am

05: What is your relationship status?

single right now and i do want to eventually date someone and have that sort of closeness and that sort of relationship where i can feel at peace and rely on someone but i honest to goodness don’t think there’s anyone for me just yet and i don’t think im in a place really to be dating anyone cause i need to resolve things before i try to start something new

06: How do you want to die?

oh man duuude okay so when we read granny weatherall i legit like had a breakdown and i started panicking cause i started thinking about death all of a sudden and like there are situations where ive considered suicide and all but like there are also the times where it feels like its looming over me so much and like i get so so scared like im scared to walk down the pier at the beach at night because it so dark and the point where you look out onto the horizon and the horizon no longer exists and and its just a void and its so dark and like i think thats how i wanna die just im walking out on the pier at midnight and just im swallowed up because i think in the last moments i think i should just confront it

07: What did you last eat?

i had these hawaiian shortbread cookies that are so dang good like mmmmmmmmmmmm

08: Played any sports?

man i used to do tennis and swimming and i would love to go back to it

09: Do you bite your nails?

nah

10: When was your last physical fight?

like one where someone was genuinely hurt? like an hour ago and it was with the ground cause i got flung off my skateboard but for real i think my last physical fight was like kinder

11: Do you like someone?

skdjashjdkashd i doooo and i should noottttt and theres a lot of things i already know that its kinda like the crush is coming from the fact that there was a lot of support and general niceness and a whooollle lot of other reasons why i should not and im looking forward to the day when this goes away

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

my goodness i have and i died

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

hmm i do but i forgot who it was

14: Do you miss someone?

yeah i kinda miss my old self but for real i really miss my cousin lynnette like i havent seen her for like two years and i really needa hang out with her eventually

15: Have any pets?

dang i wish

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

at the moment? p distressed and very in my own head like i really need a break from a lot of other things but i also need a break from myself oh! ill show you my art project that were doing later when i finish it cause like we ended up havign to do an extreme emotion self portrait of how we feel at this point in time and like its hilarious cause ppl pass by it and theyre like “dude are you okay like just looking at that makes me feel bad”

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

dkjasdh i have not but i lowkey wanna just cause

18: Are you scared of spiders?

uH YEAh

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

i would i would and if it was to relive a memory definitely if it was to redo something over differently most definitely if it was to reexperience something wihtout changing something then uh no

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

hhhhhhh oh my goodness lowkey embarrassed to say it cause weve talked about places to snog a while ago and like the last time i did was like in the bushes in the sculpture garden

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

maybe working on the death of a salesman project maybe just getting some rest im really not sure im literally living day to day at this point

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

pfft man i do not wanna have any kids like at all

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i got two but theyve closed up already since i dont use em

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

art, a bit of dabbling in math, and then also psych like i lvoed the fuck outta that class

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

oh yeah definitely and i think about her a lot i definitely miss meleana and sometimes ill go out and theres a souvenir shop and ill look at the best friend necklaces cause she always got one for us and like i have a box just full of all the halved best friend necklaces and i wonder a lot what would have happened had we still kept contact she was a big gateway to a lot of things in my life 

26: What are you craving right now?

mmm some damn relief but for real tho i want someone to run their hands through my hair and pet it and all like any of the daydreams i have are usually centered around my new haircut

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

i? dont? think? so? theres like only one of two people i know of who like ever liked me and that was jolin (the other one is this sophomore from my art class last year)

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

lol no

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

wish i could even get a date

30: What’s irritating you right now?

well i brought up the other ones in our chat and those are the main ones currently so

31: Does somebody love you?

yeah and i think in a lot of situations whether theyre friends or fam im being put on the weird pedestal

32: What is your favourite color?

OH OH OH ITS CERULEAN BLUE LIKE I KNOW ITS REAL SPECIFIC BUT LIKE THAT THAT BLUE IS SO GOOD LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN PUBLIC MY CHEST SWELLS UP AND MY LUNGS FEEL SO COLD AND THE AIR FEELS REALLY NICE AND LIKE MAN I LOVE THAT BLUE

33: Do you have trust issues?

lol yeah and in the process ive lied a lot and ive gotten so good at lying that sometimes i forget i am lying and the lines between whats truth or not get all blurry (i legit did not mean for that to come off as tumblr-esque as it did)

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

it was me just kinda floating in random space and then i was in a white room with no walls no doors no windows and i just walked around in this open blank space

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

hhhh mrs quiggle

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

sometimes i think i do

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

haH hAH HAH haaa.......no

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

uh i believe 13 oh wait no scratch that i was like 8

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

i needed to get the laundry so...

51: Favourite food?

prolly ramen oh or loco moco cause its so good

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

mmm i think id say i do

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

i was working on my entry for the lawyer firm art contest

54: Is cheating ever okay?

hell no

55: Are you mean?

i think so cruel even just cause i know so much and i think people who know and understand and think so much are in general dangerous cause they calculate their actions and sometimes that scares me cause i cant tell if im doing it on purpose or not but just in general yeah im mean like too many shits are just not given

56: How many people have you fist fought?

like? uh? i think maybe two and both times were when i was like 8 or 9

57: Do you believe in true love?

mmm i do i do and i think a lot of that true love stems from a relationship based on communication, honesty, trust, and a really good friendship as a foundation

58: Favourite weather?

oooOOOOOO okay so do you remember that one time it was raining hard as fuck like sophomore year like i know its real vague but it was legit pouring and like it was actually so bad that everyone adn i mean everyone went into the library to get some form of shelter and there were people who were soaked to the bone and peoples umbrellas were getting broken cause it was so cold rainy and windy like that that kinda weather is my fave

59: Do you like the snow?

uh i think i do?

60: Do you wanna get married?

hell yeah

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

mmmm i get a lil weird on that but i think some of my favorite ones are like being called “love” like “whats going on love” or “you look good today love” like mmm i eat that shit up

62: What makes you happy?

man legend of zelda is makign me so damn happy rn like it legit means so damn much to me adn like theres so much i lvoe about it and i just lvoe talking about it and anything about it in general and like also skateboarding has been making me real happy lately like ive never loved getting hurt more and like that sounds really bad and like my left knee’s nerves are totally shot cause i fell straight on it and messed it up cause i was skating but like theres just soemthing about feeling more within my own body because im gettin some form of physical activity adn im getting hurt adn its like its a reality in its own way and like i really love it and i super love when i get to cruise like it feels so damn esp with my hair now and also what makes me happy is the ppl i find cute every now and then like its genuinely such a nice experience and oh oh i just wanted to talk about it jsut cause but like whenever i get a crush i get real excited and real happy cause like i love getting them gifts and seeing the surprise and the happiness on their faces cause its like oh you thought of me and oh its somehting i really love and like it makes them happy for that glimpse of a moment and like i love talking to them and like when they tell me about things they like or their passionate about its so nice to hear cause its like yes yes yes i support you and i love you i love seeing you happy and like just seeing your brightens my day and like even if i do confess and i do get rejected ive been mroe than lucky cause its like the people i have confessed to have been so gentle with the rejection and so kind with it and its like oh no!! like yes im sad that we couldnt be more but like thank you!!! thank you so much for letting me love you adn letting me give you so much thank you for brightening my days up and lettign me see your smiles and hear your laughs like thank you so much im so glad i could crush on you and like thats another thing that makes me happy and like theres probably a lot more that i could talk about but i think ill leave at that for now

63: Would you change your name?

i been actually thinking about it for a while adn in the times that i have considered it i usually use a game with the customizable name to try it out and like at some point i used Elle and then i tried Lynn and like i dunno im really not too sure and maybe if other names come in the future ill test those out cause truly it doesnt feel like my name is my own

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

mm yeah id think so cause theres stuff we were supposed to talk about that we didnt and uhh yeah

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

say “thanks im really flattered but i really dont think im in a place right now where i should get into a relationship”

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

lmao no

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uhh the guy at the receptionist desk when i went in to submit my entry for the art contest

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

lol if what we talked about wasnt deep and it wasnt you then itd be mrs quiggle

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

fuck yeah

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

i dont think so like i wouldnt even die for myself

#thanks jae #this really was a good breather and it made a lot of things feel better #sickinthesoul

[flaheistudies]

92 QUESTIONS TAG

tagged by @germ-studies, thanks for that!

LAST:

1. Drink: water (i only drink water so... haha)

2. Phone call: my auntie, she called me to wish me happy birthday!

3. Text message: a family group chat

4. Song you listened to: the harry potter theme song cause it’s on my blog playlist (it’s playing rn haha)

5. Time you cried: yesterday while watching “The White Queen”

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: mmm no, live with no regrets

8. Been cheated on: no

9. Lost someone special: yes 👼🏻

10. Been depressed: yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope, i don’t drink

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: baby blue, pale yellow and white

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes

16. Fallen out of love: nope

17. Laughed until you cried: obviously!!

18. Found out someone was talking about you: mmm probably

19. Met someone who changed you: not really

20. Found out who your friends are: yup

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i don’t have facebook hehe

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i dont have fb 

23. Do you have any pets: no 😭  i’d love to have a pug

24. Do you want to change your name: i wish i could

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: it’s today!! im just chilling at home with the fam, will have a nice dinner later (what a boring day ik)

26. What time did you wake up: today? ummm around 9 am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: replying to all the nice friends who wished me a happy birthday at midnight!

28. Name something you can’t wait for: CHRISTMAS OMG!!!!!!1!

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish i wasn’t so insecure about myself

31. What are you listening to right now: the harry potter theme song haha

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: mmm no that i remember rn

33. Something that gets on your nerves: when people chew with their mouth open, ugh i can’t handle it

34. Most visited websites: mmm youtube, netflix, hbo, tumblr...

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME

35. Mole/s: i dont have any

36. Mark/s: mmm i have one next to my lips, you can’t really see it

37. Childhood dream: being a singer (still is tbh haha)

38. Hair color: dark brown, I have black hair but it gets lighter with the sun

39. Long or short hair: long hair

40. Do you have a crush on someone: does max irons count? 

41. What do you like about yourself: mmm i care a lot about people, which can also be a bad thing 

42. Piercings: i have a second piercing on my right ear, planning on having more, it looks so cute!!

43. Blood type: i have no idea 

44. Nickname: lia 

45. Relationship status: single and ready to mingle jks

46. Zodiac: leo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV Show: atm, The White Queen, Game of thrones and Orphan Black!

49. Tattoos: not rn but i have two already sketched and everything, maybe this year i will finally get them

50. Right or left hand: right

51. Surgery: nope

52. Hair dyed in different color: nope

53. Sport: im more of a work out girl, but id love to get back into swimming this year, i was really good!

55. Vacation: I’d love to go to New York or South Africa

56. Pair of trainers: i don’t wear trainers

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: im not eating rn (wtf i dont understand this freaking questions)

58. Drinking: water 

59. I’m about to: just chilling, im waiting for someone to come home

61. Waiting for: winter and christmas!!!!

62. Want: to make this world a better place

63. Get marriage: i’d like to 

64. Career: mmmm work at the designing aspect of a company, from products, to packaging or the web page, idk

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: both!

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: mmmm taller? idk

68. Older or younger: (not too much) older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: yo this questions are weird af, mmm nice arms

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: shit idk

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: mm no 

75. Drank hard liquor: no

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yeah, ive lost my contacts so many times

77. Turned someone down: yes

78. Sex on the first date: nope

79. Broken someone’s heart: I hope not

80. Had your heart broken: maybe

81. Been arrested: omg no

82. Cried when someone died: yes 

83. Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sometimes, most times not

85. Miracles: mmmm maybe

86. Love at first sight: yes

87. Santa Claus: when I was young of course!

88. Kiss on the first date: it depends

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: judith

91. Eye color: i have blue eyes

92. Favorite movie: the riot club (recommend so so much!!!)

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Elixir Vitae

AU fanfic set around the time of IWTB. 

Find previous chapters here: Chapter I / Chapter II / Chapter III / Chapter IV / Chapter V / Chapter VI / Chapter VII / Chapter VIII / Chapter IX / Chapter X

Chapter XI

Over the past weeks, Scully has been reading quite a few X-Files. The first one I gave her was the one to our first case in Bellefleur, Oregon. I've put together what I hope is a representative collection of our work, sparing her the most horrible cases, the ones with tortured victims or harmed children. Some make her laugh, some make her look at me with her eyebrow hitting her hairline, some clearly incite her scientific interest, some make her gasp, and some put an expression of terror and shock on her face.

What I don't like about this reading process is that she isn't talking to me about how she copes with all this crazy crap. Does is make any sense or is it all science fiction to her? Does she think that the work we were so dedicated to was nothing but a wild-goose chase? She probably doesn't remember that I once told her I hadn't made the world a happier place, and if she asked me now whether it was worth it, whether my obsession with the X-Files was worth all the pain, the grief, and the loss, I wouldn't know how to answer her.

She spends a lot of time in the huge wing chair by the fireplace these days, cross-legged, an X-File on her lap, her reading glasses on the tip of her nose, and a pot of tea on the coffee table. She sits there for hours, deeply buried in a file, unresponsive and ignorant to what's happening around her. There are days, I deliberately vacuum the living room and work extra extensively around the chair just to make her look up and interact with me, but I doubt she even notices what I'm doing. She'd said she wanted me to guide her through her getting re-acquainted with the X-Files but now she's doing it all alone, and I'm not convinced that this is the best way to do it.

The chair is empty now, after having been occupied by a reading Scully since breakfast. I'd put lunch on the table and she spoke maybe ten words with me during our otherwise silent meal. We never felt the urgency to fill the silence, to babble only to make a sound. We could sit in a car for hours without saying a word, each dwelling on their own thoughts, without feeling awkward for a second. But this silence doesn't feel comfortable, and it frightens me. After lunch, when she helped me clear the table and do the dishes, she was absentminded and again not very talkative. I even suggested she give her mom a call just to hear her voice but she shook her head and said she wanted to go for a walk. When I offered to join her, she explained that she needed some time to contemplate and rather go alone. I wasn't too happy about it but it was okay for me as I had planned to do some repairs around the house, fixing the loose contact of the living room floor lamp being one.

I'm just about to finish my job when I hear her open the screen door. I turn around, switch the light on and off and announce proudly, "I fixed the lamp."

Instead of patting me on the shoulder and congratulating me on my handicraft, she enters my personal space wordlessly, puts her hands on the back of my neck, and fondles my hair. When she leans in for a kiss I'm a bit surprised, but she tastes too good not to reciprocate adequately. So I let my tongue sweep the insides of her cheeks and my hands gently squeeze her waist.

"Mmmm, Scully," I mumble with my lips on hers, "I just fixed that cable. No big deal."

"I have something to tell you," she purrs into my ear after breaking the kiss which is obviously not meant as a reward for having fixed her reading lamp.

"Oh? Something good?"

I'm not sure. What did she need time alone to think about?

She looks at me, her eyes unreadable, and I decide not to try to imagine what she wants to say to me but just wait for her to start.

But she doesn't.

She presses her lips together and tucks her hair behind her ears. I'm glued to her lips, waiting for them to form some words, but all they do is wait to be licked once again. She clears her throat which makes me think she's about to talk, and her mouth does open but no sound emerges from it, instead, she closes it again and bites her lower lip.

C'mon, woman, don't let me starve here!

"Scully! Would you please say something!"

"I don't know how."

Her ribcage rises and falls vigorously now with her heavy breathing.

"Just spit it out! Are you leaving me?"

Has this been her farewell kiss?

"What? No! Why would I leave you?"

"I don't know. Because you still don't know who I am? Because you still can't remember us?"

I stare at her and can't keep my eyes from filling with fearful tears. Of course, our happiness wasn't meant to be for good, what have I been thinking? Of course, fate played a trick on us, taking away from us the only good thing that has remained a constant in our lives which is our relationship.

"But I do," she whispers.

I'm confused, and I bet my face is showing it.

"You do what?"

"Remember us. Us together."

I better make sure there's no misunderstanding here. I've kept my hopes low all this time, never allowed them to get out of hand, always reminding myself that her amnesia might remain permanent. I only wanted to keep myself from breaking apart completely should it ever become a reality we have to deal with. So when I hear her say she remembers something, anything, I want to be sure I'm not mishearing.

"You do?"

She nods.

I'm a bit worried because her face is so earnest despite the best of news she's sharing. She seems insecure about it, so I don't dare to rejoice over it yet. There must be a check. One way or another, my knees feel like Jell-O and I have to sit down. I lower myself to the backrest of the living room couch for support.

"You remember?" I ask cautiously.

Another nod.

"Since when?"

"Have you fallen back into the phase of two-word sentences?" she replies, grinning noncommittally.

"Don't do this to me, Scully," I beg her in more than two words. "Answer my question. Since when do you remember? What do you remember?"

"It started a few weeks ago. Shortly after I began reading the files you gave me."

"A few weeks ago? Why haven't you said anything? How could you keep that from me? My heart was breaking for you because of your memory loss and you don't deem it worthy to tell me when it's coming back?"

I guess I sound a bit worked-up, but I am! How could she do this to me?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. They were just single, incoherent flashbacks at the beginning. More like déjà-vues than real memories. I couldn't tell whether I remembered something or whether I'd read it or had been told."

Shit! That's exactly what Dr. Pratt predicted would happen if we fed her memory with input.

I told you I didn't want you to read those damn files, Scully!

"It took a while until things began to make sense to me, until I dared to believe in what I was remembering. If I had talked to you about it, it would've left me insecure yet again. I had to figure this out myself first."

"And? Have you figured it out?"

"Not all of it. I still miss a lot of memories, I guess, but I've got quite a few of them back."

She beams at me and I marvel what I am to make of her glowing face.

"So? What do you remember?" I ask, praying for her to remember mainly the good things that happened to her. Yes, there have been a few! Of course, there've been considerably more sad than happy moments, especially since she started hanging out with me. So, from a statistical point of view, it's much more likely that the horrible moments of her life creep back into her conscience than any of the rare joyful ones. But would she be beaming like she is right now if that were the case?

"What I mainly remember is..." She takes another step toward me and positions herself between my legs as I'm still sitting on the sofa's backrest. Her eyes are at level with mine and her glance is meaningful and also full of emotion. "Us," she says.

I swallow. "Us?"

"Yes, Mulder. Us." She moves yet a little closer and entangles her hands behind my neck. "I remember when we first met. How I rode the elevator all the way down to the basement of the Hoover Building, nervous to meet the infamous Fox Spooky Mulder."

I give a short laugh.

"I remember that when I saw you hunched over some of your beloved slides and you turned around to look at me, my first thought was 'Why hasn't anybody told me how cute he is?'"

"Oh, c'mon, Scully, you're making this up!"

"No, I swear it was my first thought. But, of course, my excitement quickly turned into bewilderment when you interrogated me about my beliefs in the extraterrestrial."

She smirks at me.

"That's more like it. What else do you remember?"

Her demeanor loses all of its playfulness in an instant. She stiffens, and to me, it's more than clear that she's not only recollected the fluffy moments.

"I remember having been abducted and left in a coma, and seeing immense relief in your eyes when I woke up. Relief and joy but also guilt. And I remember seeing the very same expression again when I told you that the cancer had gone into remission two years later."

"Ugh, yes. I had my difficulties coping with the diagnoses. Both times. I was afraid I'd lose you."

"That would explain the relief and the joy, but not the guilt."

"Scully, I was the root of what happened to you. If you hadn't accepted the assignment to work with me, you-"

She puts a finger to my mouth to stop me from finishing the sentence and shushes me. "I thought we'd already talked about my making choices and being responsible for my life."

"But-" I try again but am interrupted right away.

"No but. Don't reduce me to a tiny, brittle woman without the will nor the ability to determine her own life. I might not know everything about who or what I am, but I do know I'm no such person."

"No, definitely not. Tiny, yes, but definitely not brittle. You're the fiercest, toughest, and most strong-willed person I know, and that includes the male part of my acquaintances."

Her expression softens at the compliment. I guess she noticed my admiration was honest.

"You said you remembered 'us', Scully. What exactly did you mean by that?"

"That most of my memories circle around us. Us as partners, us as friends. As lovers. Parents." Her voice trails off. Its tone has changed within those few words from firm to insecure and finally sad. The way our relationship has evolved over the years couldn't be described any more pointedly.

"You remember us with William?"

She nods, then shakes her head. "There's something I really don't understand, Mulder."

She swallows away a lump that must be the size of a cantaloupe because of the extensive gulp she's taking to get rid of it.

I know exactly what's bothering her. "You're asking yourself why I'm not in the picture much."

She closes her eyes and frowns. I can see how digging out the memories deep down from her conscience is a physical exertion.

"I have recollections of us at Lamaze class, but not when I told you I was pregnant. I see you talking to the pediatric nurse at the hospital, but not beside me when I gave birth. Actually, I don't have any recollections of the delivery room whatsoever, but I just know you weren't there. I see you holding him between us and kissing me, I see you humming a lullaby to him, I see myself feeding him in his high chair or pushing him through the park in his stroller. There are images of him at an age he's able to hold his head up, to sit, to crawl, but there are none with him being old enough to speak his first words or take his first steps. I've never heard him call me mommy, have I?"

A tear emerges from her closed eyes. I'm transfixed by the wet path the drop takes down her cheek until it comes to a halt on her upper lip, followed by another one which makes its way much quicker for it's bigger and guided by the trail the first has left behind. She catches both tears which have formed one big drop close to her mole with her lower lip and sniffs. Eventually, she opens her eyes and with a gaze so pure she asks me, her voice barely above a whisper, "how have we been able to survive this, Mulder?"

Seeing her having understood everything, seeing her getting the whole picture of our short, painful parenthood, even if some details are still missing, tears me apart. My own hurt, which I'm able to lock up more often than I'm not, is pushing itself forward with a vengeance and I feel tears filling my own eyes. I have no words to say to her. She's asked the right question, but I don't have an answer for her other than that we haven't done so much more than keeping up our vitally important body functions. We have survived the loss of our child, yes, we have stayed alive, but we haven't been able to get over it. Not in the least. And we never will.

"We had each other, Scully," I say. "We depended on the other to give our lives a meaning. And it worked. They way we loved each other helped us to cope with the pain. We learned how to be happy without him. There were days we failed miserably, but more days we managed to be grateful for having us, and we enjoyed being together. I guess we got married to make exactly that statement, that we'd decided to pull through this together, to not let fate beat us."

"Sounds like a pretty symbiotic relationship," she says, her eyes scrutinizing my face.

I give a gentle chuckle. "It was symbiotic from the moment we met, Scully. I'm dependent on you in every respect. You're my elixir of life."

I hope I'm not overwhelming her with my confession, but I've always been the more feeble one in our relationship, always more dependent on her than she was on me.

She cups my face with her hands, locking eyes. Her thumbs stroke my cheeks tenderly and I see so much compassion in her face, I fear I'm going to drown in it.

"It must have been very difficult for you when I was gone."

"Difficult?" I chuckle again, but this time it sounds bitter. "Yeah, difficult would be an appropriate word."

I almost ceased to exist. Getting up in the morning, facing another day without knowing her whereabouts or condition, was an energy-sapping exertion. I felt so lost in my world. Deserted and alone, like a toddler in a supermarket who doesn't know which aisle their mother has vanished into. The boundless fear that she was abused or tormented somewhere by this freak made me picture the worst scenarios my profiler's mind was able to come up with. It was like hell on earth.

So, yes, I definitely had a difficult time.

I believe she's divined my thoughts, at least some of them, because she rests her forehead against mine and I feel her soft breath on my face. It's such an intimate posture. At the time we still held on to the platonic nature of our partnership so eagerly, putting our foreheads together had been the most intimate way we allowed ourselves to touch each other.

"Oh, Mulder, I'm so sorry," she whispers. She presses a kiss to my forehead before she pulls me into an embrace.

I rest my head against her chest and let her stroke my hair. The regular beating of her heart soothes me.

"I'm back," she reassures me, "maybe not completely yet, but I won't go anywhere, ever."

to be continued

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**Mini Story** Hellbent X TransDolan (Smut) {Also exclude the medical info, I'm not a doctor lol} A stream of smoke floats around in the air from the hell demon's cigar outside the local hospital. A tired Hellbent sighs as he puffs his RaisingHell Cigar. It's been almost 12 hours since his love has gone through a sex change operation. After what feels like an eternity, a young nurse comes out to greet him. "Mr. Hellbent? She's out of surgery now." "She?" He questions as he scraps the cigar against the concrete, putting it out. The nurse nods with a smile. "Yes. The operation was a huge success. She has now a vagina, testicles removed, and size 34 C cup size." She pats his shoulder with a smile. "She would like to see you now." The red demon smirks hearing the good news. He nods as a thank you and heads up to Dolan's room. He walks in and sees a looped up girl laying in bed, still hooked up to a IV and heart monitor. "Hey sexy." Hellbent greets with a smile; taking a seat next to her. The young girl looks up at him with her groggy eyes. "Hey yourself." She giggles. "How are you feeling?" Hellbent gently takes her hand. He looks at his lover with concern in his eyes. Letting out a deep and tired sigh from her mouth, she shrugs at him. "Right now very sore. My private area feels like I've been stabbed with a spiked baseball bat." She chuckles. Hellbent strokes his finger against her hand gently; sending comfort to her. The room door opens as the doctor walks in. "Hello Dolania." He greets smiling with a clipboard in his hands. The hell demon looks up at the doctor a bit confused. "Dolania?" He questions him. "Oh that's what I'd like to be called from now on. Now that I'm a woman." Dolania explains. Hellbent nods and looks back at the doctor as he sits down by the bed. "Surgery went very well. You have a total of 376 stitches and 152 staples in you right now. We've already started you on hormone therapy. You'll be experiencing some changes in you. Before you leave you'll be getting a packet explaining everything you might experience. Including shifts in weight, mood swings, lactation in your breasts. It will take you some time for your body to get use to the changes." The doctor lectures her. Both Hellbent and Dolania listen to him carefully and take his words into consideration. "I also suggest you see a councilor for your first year to help you deal with your emotional changes. Dealing with this hormone change can cause some depression and maybe even suicidal thoughts." The young girl's eyes widen and Hellbent squeezes her hand trying to be supportive. "Now don't be alarmed. It's more of a precaution. Everyone is different but we just recommend it just in case." He writes down some prescriptions on the clipboard. "Now I understand that you are in a relationship with Mr. Hellbent and are currently living with him?" The red demon nods to the doctor. "Yes, we've been living together for about two years now." "Okay. I want you to keep a close eye on her alright? If she starts showing any sign of depression please let her therapist know immediately. As for healing process, Dolania, I want you to be on bed rest for at least a couple more days. Besides walking down the hall and back twice a day. Also please let yourself heal at least two months before engaging any sexual activity." Hellbent clears his throat a bit. "Does that include oral for me doctor?" He questions with a serious face. The doctor gives him a poker face, not amused at all by his joke. "Just for that remark, yes that includes oral sex." Dolania lets out a small chuckle from seeing her boyfriend's pouting face. After the doctor talks to them a bit more; he gives them the paperwork, prescriptions, her things, and discharge papers. ~4 Months Later~ Dolania sighs and pouts while looking through some girl clothing. She holds different shirts over her chest and looks at her reflection in the mirror. "Ugh damn it!" She lets her arms drop in frustration. Hellbent walks over with a couple shirts for her to look at. "Hellbent, I feel like I'm gaining so much weight and I just so blah." The hell demon rubs her shoulder in a comforting way. "Sweetheart, you look great. Remember what the doctor said. You're weight will flip flop from the hormones. Besides you look sexy with a little meat." Hellbent compliments. Dolania gasps and pushes away from Hellbent. "Are you agreeing that I've gained weight?!" She exclaims. "Wh-I-Umm...you look great babe." Hellbent rubs the back of his head feeling uneasy. "Great. Just fucking great. Why should I even bother?! Is that what you want Hellbent?! Want to me waddle my fat ass to the food court and eat till I'm about to throw up?!" Dolania yells out of anger. Her demonic boyfriend grabs her and pulls her into a nearby changing room and covers her mouth gently. "Hush baby. Now you listen to me. You are an amazing and beautiful woman. This is what you wanted to be. Yes, I will admit you have been gaining a little weight. But just a little. You are fine hon. Look in that mirror." He turns Dolania around to face the mirror hanging on the door. "Look at yourself. This is what you are working hard for. Now say it. Say 'I am beautiful.' " The red demon's girlfriend takes a deep breath. "I am beautiful." She smiles and holds onto her lover's hand on her shoulder. Hellbent starts kissing her neck and shoulder, causing sensations to flow through her body. Pushing her against the wall; Hellbent kisses her deeply and lovingly. Dolania runs her fingers through his lush black hair. He grips her legs and wraps them around his waist as he unzips his pants. Moving her dress up and pulling her panties to the side. He slides his hard cock inside of her. "Mmmm of fuck Hellbent." She lets out a groan as he starts thrusting inside her. Biting her neck and thrusting his hips back and forth. Covering her mouth as well trying to keep his lover quiet. Dolania grips into his back as her orgasm grows closer. "Hell...bent!" She grips into his back harder as she climaxes against his big rod. Spurts of cum flow into her vagina from his twitching cock. Panting, he gently lets her down and kisses her forehead. "That's my girl. You are amazing. Now, pick out a shirt. The green one or the blue one." ~2 Weeks Later~ Dolania spins around in her new blue dress shirt and black short skirt. After spending weeks catching up with editing the new videos, tonight is date night. Hellbent is taking her out to a nice dinner by the ocean. "Dolania. Are you ready yet?" He calls up for her. "Yes! Coming!" She takes one last look into the mirror. It's the first time she's wearing real makeup as well. Hoping she looks good. The young girl skips down the stairs and smiles at her waiting boyfriend. Hellbent looks up at her with a big grin. "Wow. You look amazing. Those makeup tutorials really paid off huh." Hellbent gently takes her hand. A huge blush spreads across her face. Hellbent and Dolania happily eat their delicious food as they sit right by the water on a huge dock. "This place is so nice hon." She compliments. "I knew you would like it here." Hellbent takes another bite of his steak. "So, you seem to be doing a lot better. Anything on your mind lately?" He questions making sure she's not having any depressing thoughts. "Not much. A little stress from all the video edits but other than that I'm alright. I promise hon." She gently takes her lover's hand and strokes it gently. "Good to hear. You know, you look very sexy in that dress too." The hell demon moves his hand under the table and her skirt. "Keep eating baby. Don't want to get caught." He sips his beer with his free hand as he starts rubbing her outside her underwear. His girlfriend gasps quietly from his touch. She continues to eat her food but her mind was right on him touching her. Soon he moved past her underwear and started fingering. Dolania's hand clenches up as she tries to hold back her moaning. Hellbent continues fingering her more harder and faster. Dolania's legs fidgets against his hand as he violates her hole. The red demon whispers to her. "I want to feel your juices on my hand. Come on babe." She felt as if his hand is vibrating against and in her hole. Letting out a quiet moan, the young girlfriend cums right onto his hand and pants softly. Hellbent chuckles as he releases her. "Such a good sexy girl." He pulls his hand out and licks his finger. "Very tasty too." Requested by Anonymous. Sorry for such the long wait! Hope you enjoy it! :)

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