#needle lace is weird and I have a headache now

[lacewise]

Huh… never mind, I guess…? As I said aemilia aers [punto in aria/aemilia aers naming conventions discussed in a previous post] and Burano have a ton of overlap [brought back for realsies within a couple decades of each other though from my understanding geometric lace never completely went away] so maybe I was right the first time. Okay but if they had access to multiple Italian pieces why doesn’t it list which ones…? Did no one WRITE THAT DOWN?

Oh the lace gods you desire my suffering

Anyway don’t get into needle lace research unless you’re okay with something like this happening to you at least once a month.

#needle lace is weird and i have a headache now #needle lace discussion #a correction to my correction…? #who knows #if you are just joining me or you’ve read my work before: thank you #seriously just… thank you #sometimes it’s more btw #once it hits once a week it’s time to take a break #or so my friends tell me

[dontaskmetodivide]

migraine days

summary: Y/N experiences a migraine and Harry does his best to comfort her. 

tw: total fluff

1,598 words !!

a/n: migraines really aren’t pretty, so this isn’t a very pretty one shot, but as someone who get them i really wanted to write something about what h would do to comfort his girl during them.

You knew the second that your vision went blurry and your face got tingly that you were having a migraine. The piercing headache that you could only describe as the feeling of going mad. You were used to them, they sucked but you were used to them. You got them every month or so, and usually when they happened you would shut off your phone, lie in bed crying and just try to focus on your breathing. But once you started dating Harry, they got slightly more manageable. Harry always knew exactly what to do and how you comfort you, which made the whole experience a little more bearable.

You called Harry over to your flat around 8 pm, you both deciding to watch a movie and eat ice cream until you fell asleep, but around 10 pm you felt the strain on your head. 

You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen calmly, excusing yourself for a moment so that you can take your meds, hopefully in time to break the migraine before it gets too bad. Along with the small dissolvable tablet you take, you also chug a bunch of water, refilling the bottle twice before Harry enters the room.

“Y/N? What’re you doing?” He asks with a groggy voice, clearly tired from the late hour and all the work in the studio earlier in the day. His hands remain in the pocket of his sweatshirt. 

You set the bottle down on the counter and squint your eyes, trying to see Harry’s face clearly as you speak. “I feel a migraine coming, is all.” You brush it off but he takes it more seriously, walking around the island to get closer to you. 

“Oh, muppet.” His hands come up and cup your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “Has the aura started yet?” He asks with concern laced in his voice, referring to the weird visual changes you encounter when it comes to your migraines. 

You nod and close your eyes, the light beginning to cause a light pounding behind your eyes. He kisses your forehead and you grab onto the sides of his sweatshirt for balance. 

“Want to head to the hospital?” He asks, and that was one thing you didn’t appreciate from Harry as much when your migraines would occur. He always wanted to take you to the hospital immediately, have you protected and cared for by trained professionals, and while it was very caring, you were stronger than that and could usually last a while before absolutely needing to go seek help. You always wanted to wait until you felt like you couldn’t anymore before going to the doctor. 

“No, I’m okay H.” You tell him, shaking your head with your eyes glued shut. 

“Let’s lay down, yeah?” He asks and you open your eyes, only to see spots, and agree with him as he urges you out of the kitchen. He leads you down the hall and to the bedroom, careful not to move too fast. 

As you get into the bedroom he turns off the lights, only leaving on the soft glow from the bedside lamp as you crawl into bed and shuffle under the puffy comforter. The pain in your head has now grown tremendously, and the small throbbing behind your eyes has now turned to vigorous pulsating on the front hemisphere of your brain. 

You don’t register that he’s left the room until you hear the door close softly, signaling that he’s returned. The bed dips next to your hip, so you open your eyes and pull the covers from your face slightly. 

Harry is holding a cup of water and some aspirin, as if it would do anything to help, but you appreciate the gesture none the less. You sit up slightly and he places his hand on your hip as you grab the water and pills from him, throwing them into your mouth and chugging more water. 

“Are you hot? Want me to turn up the AC?” He asks as you snuggle back under the covers. 

“Yes please.” You squabble out as you squint your eyes shut and try to get comfortable. Harry has learned all the things he can possibly do to make you more comfortable when these things happen. 

He knows that you like to bury yourself in blankets to try and block out the world, so the air conditioner temp needs be lowered so that you don’t overheat.

He swiftly gets up and goes into the hall, returning after a long second, and after another second you hear the blast of the vents being turned up. Harry comes around the bed and lays down beside you, placing a hand on your back over the sheets and rubbling softly. 

You started having migraines at a pretty young age so you learned pretty early that going to sleep is the best way to endure the pain. Most times you can fall asleep and once you wake the migraine has turned to a small headache, but you aren’t always so lucky.

You manage to sleep for an hour and a half before you’re sitting up and hunching over the side of the bed, about ready to vomit all over the floor. Harry is already handing you the small trash bin from your bathroom, that he must’ve picked up whilst you were asleep, and holding your hair back, tying it in a loose low bun with a band from around his wrist. 

You gag a couple times before you’re throwing up all the water you had previously consumed. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out.” Harry hums behind you as he traces his bitten fingernails over your back, scratching lightly. “You’re okay, I’m right here.”

After filling up the bucket way more than you’re proud of, your body begins to rest so you place it back on the ground, heaving from exhaustion. A silent cry begins to fill your chest from frustration and pain. Tears fall from your face onto your lap as your boyfriend cradles you into his chest and you grip onto his sweatshirt for dear life. 

Crying always made the headaches worse, but you couldn’t help it. It just hurts so fucking bad. 

You take a deep breath and attempt to get up to go to the bathroom. Harry stands up with you and you’re grateful because as soon as you take a step you feel woozy and your knees start to buckle. He grabs your waist with one hand and the back of your head with the other, helping you stand.

“Woah woah woah, love. Baby?” Harry says with a panicked tone as he helps you sit back down on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m- I’m okay. Just exhausted.” You tell him, holding onto his forearms still holding your body

“I think it’s time to go to the hospital, love.” He says as he scratches your scalp, hoping to relieve the pain in any way possible, and you nod, succumbing to the inevitable destination of this deceitful journey. 

He slowly releases your body and stands straight, grabbing your shoes and sliding them on your feet as you remain hunched over the side of the bed. He helps you stand and walk out of the house to the car. The car ride is silent, Harry kindly turning off the radio aware that sound worsens the effects. He keeps his hand on yours the whole ride, circling his thumb on the back of your hand. 

You get to the hospital and Harry parks close to the front of the ER doors, helping you out of the car and to the waiting room. Harry pulls your head onto his lap as soon as you’re seated, and you cradle your temples in your hands, silently begging your mind to give you a break. 

You aren’t sure how long it is until they call you back and get your situated in a hospital bed, Harry helping you change into the gown and turning out the lights for you to rest. He sits on the chair next to your bed, not releasing his tight grip on your hand as you close your eyes and rest your head against the propped up cushion. 

The doctor comes in shortly after that, letting you know how they will treat you. She had been your doctor before and knows just how bad this pain is for you. She examines you briefly, which is more painful than helpful to you. As she shines the bright light into your eyes you see Harry visibly wince and clench his jaw, knowing just how bad it must hurt for you. 

Once she’s done she sets up the IV catheter, the needle piercing your hand not even fazing you compared to the mind blistering pain in your brain. 

The doctor speaks softly as she consults you and sets up the IV drip. “You know the drill. We’ll do a fluid drip since you’re more than likely dehydrated, while simultaneously doing the pain reliever, which as I’m sure you know, will make you slightly loopy.” 

You let out a breathy laugh and look at Harry who just smiles and shakes his head at you, knowing what you’re thinking. “You’re responsible for anything I say or do.” You tell him, your voice sounding strained. 

The doctor smiles at the two of you before putting a “FALL RISK” band on your wrist and exiting, telling you to get some rest. 

Before the door is even closed Harry is hopping on the bed to lay with you, facing you and making sure to not mess up the tubes going into your hand. He rests his hand on your cheek and you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hand rather than the pulsating in your head. 

“I’m sorry I ruined our movie night.” You tell him with your eyes closed, and you don’t hear anything after a second but feel his lips come into contact with yours. 

“Don’t apologize, pet.” He says, watching you carefully with compassion. “I’m sorry you ever have to go through this. If I could take it all away from you I would.” 

“I know.” You try to smile up at him. “Thank you.” You tell him, resting your forehead against his. 

i kinda wanna do a part two to this with loopy Y/N, so let me know if you’d like that lol thank you for reading, love you guys <3

#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harrystyles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harrystyles #migraine

[buckybarnesdollface]

Mountainside: Chapter 1

Summary:  What happens when the quinjet goes down in the Austrian Alps and reader gets snowed in with Bucky at the safe house he brought her to in the mountains?

Warnings: Female reader, just fluff in this chapter

          “It’s not much farther,” Bucky urged as I stopped to clutch at a stitch in my side. Our quinjet had been shot down somewhere in the Allgӓu Alps in Austria by a HYDRA drone, and we had been wandering the snowy mountainside for what felt like hours now. The snow was deep, and with every step I took I sunk into it up to my knees. My left arm hung limply at my side, having been injured in the crash, and my legs burned from trudging through the deep snow. I had only been wearing my jumpsuit when we crashed, and although Bucky had insisted I take his jacket I was still chilled to the bone. My teeth chattered, my fingers and toes were numb, and my chest ached with every ragged breath I took as a result of the frigid air and my physical exhaustion.

           “Easy for you to say,” I snapped weakly. “Your body can withstand a hell of a lot more than mine.”

           “I offered to carry you.”

           I shot him a disparaging look. “I may not be in great shape right now, but I still have my dignity.”

           “Let me know what your dignity is worth when we reach the safehouse and you can’t even move because your legs are like lead,” Bucky replied with a shrug, and then he trudged ahead of me, leaving me to glare at his back as I mustered up the strength to keep going.

           Truth be told, I was grateful that it had been Bucky on this mission with me. He was strong, smart, resourceful, calm in a crisis, and he knew this area well from when HYDRA still controlled him. If it wasn’t for him, even if I had managed to drag myself out of the wreckage of the jet, I would have had no idea how to navigate the mountain to get to the safehouse, let alone that there even was a safehouse nearby. So, despite how frustrating it was to see how easily he was handling this while I felt like death, I was glad to have him as a companion.

           I almost cried in relief as we broke through the trees and the safehouse came into sight. It was just a small cabin nestled in the trees on the mountainside, but right now it offered a place to rest my aching body and warm up and it might as well have been a goddamn castle.

           “Thank god,” I groaned, sinking to my knees in the snow. Bucky turned and cocked a dark eyebrow.

           “You realize now you probably won’t be able to get back up, right?” he pointed out, and I shrugged.

           “I don’t even care. We made it. I’ll crawl the rest of the way if I have to.”

           Bucky rolled his eyes, and then he was slipping his hands under my arms – careful not to jostle the injured one – and hauled me back to my feet. “If you won’t let me carry you, at least let me help you,” he insisted. “Lean on my shoulder.”

           Too tired to argue, I leaned heavily against Bucky’s side. His arm slipped around my waist, and truth be told he all but held me upright as we made our way to the cabin. He pressed a button at the door and then leaned in close to the speaker.

           “Sergeant James Barnes,” he said in a clear, even voice, and then I heard a lock click. Bucky turned the knob and pulled me inside, stomping the snow off his boots on the mat. I tried to do the same, but as Bucky had predicted, my legs felt like lead. “Stay here,” he told me, and then he was grabbing a chair from the small kitchen table, setting it in front of me. He helped me sit before kneeling in front of me and lifting one of my feet to rest it on his knee.

           “What are you doing?” I asked warily.

           “Helping you. You can barely move, you’re so cold and stiff, and if you don’t get these boots off you’ll end up with frostbite.” His fingers were deft as they untied my laces, and then he gently took a hold of my calf and slid off one boot, then the other. Next, he peeled off my wet socks, and I felt my cheeks heat up as he examined my bare feet.

           “The skin’s white – That’s an early stage of frostbite,” he said. “It won’t do damage, but it’ll be uncomfortable. I’m gonna start a fire before we do anything else so I can at least get you warmed up some.”

           I watched as he stood and crossed the room to the small fireplace, arranging kindling and then logs expertly in the hearth. He lit a match, carefully lowering it to the kindling, and within a moment the fire was crackling. He came back over and helped me off the chair and over to the couch. The heat the little fire gave off was a relief after the biting cold of the mountain air, and I let out a soft sigh as I leaned towards the warmth.

           “Not too close,” Bucky ordered, shoving me back into the couch gently but firmly. “If you warm up too fast it’ll put your body in shock. It has to be gradual.”

           “But I’m freezing,” I whined.

           “Taking off that wet jumpsuit would help.”

           I arched an eyebrow at him. “And do what, sit here in my underwear? I have nothing else to wear, Barnes.”

           With a sigh, Bucky pulled the fleece sweater over his head, and then tugged off the blue Henley underneath as well. I coughed uncomfortably, shaking my head.

           “If you think that you stripping down is going to make me want to –”

           “The shirt is for you,” Bucky grumbled, tossing the Henley to me before pulling the sweater back over his head. “Put it on until I have time to search for more clothes.”

           I blushed, caught off-guard as Bucky turned around so I could change. With clumsy fingers still numb with cold, I managed to pull down the zipper in the front of the jumpsuit and shrug the damp material from my shoulders. As soon as my skin was exposed to the air I shivered, and then quickly pulled Bucky’s Henley on over my head, wincing as I lifted my injured arm. The shirt was still warm from Bucky’s supersoldier body heat, and it smelled like mountain air, smoke, and the lingering scent of his body wash he’d used that morning. I pulled it tight around me briefly, grateful to be wrapped in something warm and dry and soft, and then stood and shimmied my legs out of the jumpsuit, letting it drop to the floor. Because Bucky was a good deal taller than me, the shirt fell to my mid-thigh, covering my underwear. Satisfied, I sank back down onto the couch, crossing my legs and shoving my hands under my arms to try and warm them.

           “Okay, I’m decent,” I said wryly, and he turned back around. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes as he looked at me, but it was gone in an instant and then he was coming over to pick up my discarded jumpsuit and hang it over a chair by the fire to dry.

           “Feel any better?” he asked, and I nodded.

           “Yes. Thank you.”

           Bucky grunted his response, heading to the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards. He came back with a first aid kit, and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me. “Let me see your arm,” he said, and I frowned.

           “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch –”

           “(Y/N), you’ve been holding it weird and babying it ever since I pulled you out from the wreckage. It needs to be looked at, so let me see it.”

           Something in his tone told me not to argue with him, and I held out my left arm so he could gently roll the sleeve of his Henley up to expose my bicep. He frowned, brows pulling together as he turned my arm over lightly to examine the extent of the damage.

           “It’s not broken,” he finally said, “but it’s pretty badly bruised and that gash is going to need to be cleaned out and stitched up.” He pulled a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the box and soaked a wipe with it before meeting my eyes. “This is going to sting, are you ready?”

           “I just survived a plane crash and a trek over a mountain,” I scoffed. “I think I can handle a little rubbing alcohol.”

           Bucky shrugged, and then dabbed the wipe lightly over my wound. I clenched my teeth, hissing through them, and reflexively pulled my arm away from him. Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow, lips quirking up at the corners, and I glared at him.

           “Not a word,” I grumbled. His eyes sparkled.

           “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

           “Mhmm.”

           Once he was satisfied the wound was clean, he threaded a needle with the nylon thread in the first aid kit and then gave me an expectant look. “Are you going to be okay with the actual stitches?” he asked wryly, and I scowled.

           “Just hurry up and get it over with, Barnes.”

           Bucky was very meticulous as he stitched up my wound, almost professional in his movements. I wondered if he had learned this particular skill in the war, or if it was something he had picked up during his time with HYDRA. Or maybe it went back much further than that, to the days when Steve would pick fights with guys twice his size and instead of telling his parents he had to go to the doctor again for stitches, Bucky learned to stitch him up himself. The thought had me struggling to suppress a grin, and Bucky looked up at me with a furrowed brow.

           “Something funny?” he asked, and I shook my head.

           “It’s nothing,” I replied, and he shook his head before continuing his work.

           When Bucky finished, he cut the thread with his teeth and then wrapped a bandage around my bicep to cover the stitches. He sat back but narrowed his eyes as he looked at my face. “You got hit in the head,” he pointed out, lifting his flesh hand to run his fingertips just above my eyebrow. I winced; I hadn’t even known there’d been a cut there. “You could have a concussion,” Bucky continued. “Do you have a headache? Ringing in your ears? Blurry vision?”

           I shook my head. “Bucky, I’m fine,” I insisted, slightly exasperated. “Contrary to what you may believe, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had plenty of field experience, and plenty of injuries to go with it. If I had a concussion, I would know what signs to be wary of.”

           “Let me see your eyes,” he demanded, as if he hadn’t heard me. He held a little flashlight, and I sighed. He shone the flashlight in my eyes and then sat back as he clicked it off. “You’re not concussed.”

           “Which is what I already told you.”

           Bucky pursed his lips. “You may think I’m overreacting and being overbearing,” he said, “but if you had been in this game as long as I have, you’d understand why I’m being like this. Back in the war, as a sergeant I led a firearms team of four men. If one of those men got injured, even something seemingly minor, it not only hindered the whole team, but the injury could also progress into something worse depending on the conditions we were in.” He frowned. “I lost good men to things as mundane as a broken finger or a cut on their leg. So if I’m taking the time to make sure your injuries are taken care of, it’s because I’ve seen things go downhill fast and I’m trying to get out of the habit of losing teammates.”

           I blinked, at a loss for words. To say Bucky and I didn’t speak would be a lie – We talked quite a bit, but it was usually about missions or things Bucky was still trying to learn about the twenty-first century, or Steve. He had never once talked about his time in the 107th. I could tell now why he hadn’t; his eyes were hard, but held a heavy sadness in their depths. I bit my lip.

           “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult,” I said softly. “I think it’s just the whole situation, and because I’m the newest member of the team and still so young, everyone just assumes that I don’t know as much, or I can’t handle myself and need to be looked out for. I just want to prove that I’m just as capable as the rest of you.”

           Bucky’s lips twitched. “I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself, (Y/N), if need be,” he chuckled. “The point of being part of a team, though, is that you don’t have to. It’s great that you’re as independent as you are, but you don’t have to be.” He shook his head ruefully. “It took me a long time to relearn that after HYDRA.”

           “Can I be honest about something?” I asked him, and he nodded.

           “Of course.”

           “When that quinjet went down, I…I was grateful that it was you with me,” I admitted, and then I realized how that sounded and my eyes widened. “I just mean…Out of all our teammates, you’re the best in situations like this, and if anyone was going to get us through this, it’d be you.”

           This time, Bucky actually smiled. “Is that…is that a compliment? From (Y/N)? My god, did we actually die in that crash? Or has hell frozen over?”

           I pursed my lips, but my grin couldn’t be concealed. “Yeah, yeah, soak it up,” I told him, “because it’s probably the only one you’re getting for awhile. They come in short supply.”

           Bucky laughed. “I’ll take it. Now come here and let me clean that cut on your forehead.”

           I leaned forward, and Bucky took an alcohol-soaked cotton ball and dabbed gently at the wound. I sucked in a sharp breath and his hand stilled, but I urged him to keep going. Once it was clean, he applied a butterfly bandage with a delicate touch that was unexpected for hands as large as his. His fingertips smoothed down the bandage and then he sat back.

           “Your turn,” I said, and Bucky’s brow furrowed.

           “What do you mean, I’m fine.”

           “That huge gash along your cheekbone says otherwise.”

           Bucky frowned. “I heal quickly; it’ll be gone by morning.”

           “James.” My voice was stern as I used his real name. He pursed his lips, and I continued. “It’s been how long since the quinjet crashed, and the wound is still deep enough that your layer of soft tissue is exposed. Supersoldier healing or not, it needs to be cleaned and at least covered.” I shot him a wry look. “Teammates take care of each other, remember?”

           “Ouch, using my own lessons against me,” he mocked, and I grinned before soaking a cotton ball in rubbing alcohol and scooting to the edge of the couch to get closer to him. I lifted my good arm to dab gingerly at the open flesh, and Bucky sat there, unflinching, his eyes focused on me the entire time. A butterfly bandage wouldn’t suffice for a gash like this, so I applied a larger bandage to cover it and keep any dirt out until it at least started to heal.

           “There,” I murmured, sitting back, and Bucky grinned.

           “I’m gonna go find you some clean clothes,” he said, “and then why don’t you have a hot shower while I go outside and bring in some more firewood before it gets dark. I don’t know how long we’ll be here and I don’t want us to run out of wood.”

           He disappeared down the hall to what I assumed was the bedroom, and returned a minute later with a pile of neatly-folded clothes in his hands. “They’ll likely be a bit big,” he said as he handed them to me, “but they’ll work. The water’s on, so the shower’s good to go. If you need anything, I won’t be far – The woodpile is just out back on the treeline there.”

           “Alright, thank you,” I said, and he nodded before pulling his jacket on and ducking out the door. Sighing, I pulled myself up off the couch. My legs were still stiff and sore from trudging through the deep snow, but at least now I could stand without feeling like I would topple over. I made my way down the narrow hallway, where I found a quaint little bathroom. I turned on the water as hot as I could stand it, and then stripped bare and stepped under the stream.

           I immediately moaned as the heat from the water seeped through my skin to warm my cold, aching muscles and bones. I stood like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in warmth, before I lathered shampoo into my hair to hopefully get the smell of smoke and jet fuel out of it. I scrubbed the blood and soot from my skin until it was pink, and then finally decided I should save some hot water for Bucky and dragged myself out of the shower reluctantly.

           I wrapped a towel around my body as I wrung out my hair with another one. Upon examining the clothes Bucky had gotten me, I found a pair of black sweatpants and a wool sweater. I pulled on the sweatpants – They were too loose on my hips and a bit long, but I tied the drawstring tight and rolled up the cuffs and they were actually pretty comfy. I picked up the sweater, but then set it back down and opted to pull Bucky’s Henley back on instead.

           When I came back out to the kitchen, Bucky was just coming through the door and stomping the snow off his boots, a sled piled high with firewood in tow. When he caught sight of me, the same unreadable look from before was crossing his face, but then he cocked an eyebrow.

           “Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked. My cheeks heated, and I shrugged.

           “Maybe.”

           “Did I not give you a sweater to wear?”

           “Yeah, but this one’s comfy,” I said sheepishly, and Bucky snorted.

           “I know it’s comfy, it’s mine.” He shook his head. “I guess you can keep it for now.”

           I grinned. “Good, because I didn’t plan on giving it back.”

           Bucky let out a chuckle, and then started filling his arms with firewood to stack by the fireplace. I went to help him, but he shook his head. “No, I’ve got it,” he insisted. “You just showered, you don’t need to get dirt and sap all over yourself.”

           “Bucky, let me help –”

           “You’ll end up pulling your stitches if you do, (Y/N). Trust me, I’ve got it.”

           I frowned, but I knew he was right. It didn’t take him long to pile it all, and then he was leaning the sled against the wall and stripping out of his jacket and boots.

           “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” he told me. “The cupboards should be stocked with non-perishables; you should see if you can find us something to eat.”

           “Anything in particular you don’t like?” I asked, and Bucky fixed me with an unexpected grin.

           “Doll, I survived how many years on army rations,” he chuckled. “I’ll eat just about anything.”

           With that, he went to shower and I was left to rummage through the cupboards. I was surprised to see so much – Cans of soup, canned fruits and vegetables, boxes of cereal, pasta, and an array of spices and sauces. I opted for a box of spaghetti and a jar of tomato sauce; it would be warm and filling.

           As I filled a pot with water to boil, my stomach growled; with everything that had happened today, I realized that I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. It wasn’t unusual to go a period of time without a meal on a mission, but after that trek from the quinjet to the cabin I was famished.

           Bucky walked into the kitchen just as I was mixing the sauce into the pasta. His wet hair was messy, as if he’d just run his hands through it, and he’d thrown on a plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He lifted his nose to sniff the air.

           “Smells good,” he remarked. “Spaghetti?”

           “Yep.”

           “When will it be ready?”

           “Now,” I replied, dishing it onto two plates and handing him one. We sat down at the table with our food and a couple of bottles of water I’d found in the fridge, and I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from my chest. Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

           “What?” he asked, and I shrugged.

           “I don’t know, this just feels so…domestic,” I pointed out. “You making a fire and bringing in more wood, me cooking us dinner, sitting here and eating together…”

           “It’s nice,” Bucky murmured. “Everything is always so fast-paced and intense; this is a nice break.”

           “Except that our jet was shot down and we’re stranded,” I said wryly, and Bucky shrugged.

           “There are worse places to be.” He looked up over a forkful of spaghetti and grinned. “And worse company to be stuck with.”

           “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I chuckled, and Bucky nodded as he chewed.

           “You should. For instance, if I had been stranded with Sam, I would have buried him under six feet of snow and ice by now.”

           I laughed. “Why is it you two are always at each other?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged.

           “Sam’s a good guy. He just gets on my nerves easily.”

           “Clearly.”

           We finished the rest of our dinner in comfortable silence, and then cleared the dishes. Bucky even helped me clean up the kitchen, and then I curled up in the armchair by the fireplace with a thick blanket while Bucky sank into the couch and pulled out his phone.

           “I suppose now that we’re settled in, I should let Steve know what happened,” he said. He put the phone on speaker and then set it on the coffee table. It only rang once before Steve answered.

           “Hello? Bucky? Is everything alright? Why are you using your cell phone, what’s wrong with your comms?”

           “The comms are down, Steve,” Bucky said calmly.

           “Down? Why are they down?” he demanded, and Bucky and I shared a look; Steve was going to lose it when he found out our quinjet had been shot down.

           “See, that’s the thing,” Bucky said cautiously. “We may have a little problem.”

           Steve’s voice was stern now. “Define little.”

           “We were on our way to Russia when we were spotted by a HYDRA drone and they shot us out of the sky,” Bucky told him. There was silence on the other line for a split second before Steve erupted.

           “What? How did that happen? Are you and (Y/N) alright? Where are you? How long ago did this happen? Why didn’t you call right away?”

           “Steve…Steve!” Bucky cried, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Steve went full Dad mode, as Sam and I often called it. “I don’t know how they found us,” Bucky continued once Steve had ceased firing concerned questions. “(Y/N) and I are fine, just some cuts and bruises. The quinjet went down in the Allgӓu Alps in Austria, but we walked to a safehouse that was only about an hour away from the crash site. I didn’t call right away because we had to get to safety before HYDRA realized we’d survived, and then we wanted to warm up and patch up our injuries and settle in before we did anything else.”

           “So you’re in Austria?” Steve asked.

           “Yes.”

           “I didn’t know we had a safehouse in the mountains in Austria.”

           “Natasha knows about it,” Bucky said. “She’ll know how to get here.”

           For some reason, this made me frown. I found it strange that the only two people on the team that knew about this safehouse were Bucky and Natasha. Sam used to joke that they were perfect for each other, since they were both ex-assassins with rough pasts and secretive personalities. They had both sworn they weren’t each other’s type, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true. My mind was suddenly filled with the idea that they had been here together before, and for some reason it left a sour taste in my mouth.

           “Steve, when can you get us out of here?” I asked.

           “Well…I might have some bad news for you guys,” he said, and my brow furrowed.

��          “What kind of bad news?”

           “Nat just gave us the coordinates to the safehouse, and for starters, the closest place we could land a quinjet or even a helicopter is about six miles to the east.”

           I sighed. The last thing I wanted was another hike across a snowy mountain, but if it meant I got to go home I could handle it.

           “Okay, no biggie. So what’s the problem?”

           Steve sighed. “Tony just checked the weather. There’s a big storm coming your way – Supposed to be the biggest blizzard Austria has seen in almost a decade. Even if we left New York right now, we’d never make it to you before the winds picked up. We won’t be able to fly out until the storm has passed, probably in a couple of days. I’m sorry, guys.”

           My heart dropped to my stomach. I shook my head. “Steve, no –”

           “Two days is fine,” Bucky interrupted as he spoke to Steve. “We’ve got plenty of firewood, and enough food to last probably two weeks. Take your time, Steve, we’re alright here for a few days. Don’t risk your lives when we’re safe where we’re at.”

           “Speak for yourself,” I muttered under my breath, but of course Bucky’s supersoldier hearing caught it. A mixture of surprise, confusion and hurt crossed his face.

           “Half an hour ago you were content,” he said. “What changed?”

           My face heated, because I didn’t have an answer for him that didn’t sound ridiculous. I wasn’t even really sure what my problem was. I shook my head. “Nothing,” I told him, and then louder to Steve I said, “We’ll survive a couple of days, Steve. Be careful, but come as soon as it’s safe.”

           “Hang in there,” he replied. “Hopefully the storm won’t last long and we can get you out of there.”

           Bucky hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. Things were silent for a few moments, but then he fixed me with an inquiring look.

           “What was that about?” he asked. I frowned, feigning confusion.

           “What?”

           “Don’t play dumb with me, (Y/N). Why are you so eager to get out of here?”

           “I don’t know, Barnes; maybe after getting shot down out of the sky and trekking through a cold mountain, I just want to get home,” I snapped, a little harsher than I had intended. Bucky pursed his lips.

           “Soon enough,” he muttered. “We should get some rest; it’s been a long day. You take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch.”

           I shook my head, suddenly feeling guilty. “Buck, you don’t have to sleep on the couch –”

           “There’s only one bed, (Y/N). Just take it. I’ll be fine on the couch; that way I can keep the fire going all night.”

           I bit my lip, but there was no use in arguing with him at this point. With a sigh, I unfolded my legs from under me and stood. “Goodnight,” I mumbled, and Bucky grunted a response. Frowning, I made my way down the hall to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

           I pulled back the covers and climbed in, pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the mattress was. The exhaustion of the day finally crashed over me, and all the thoughts of Bucky and being stuck in this cabin disappeared when my head hit the pillow and I fell asleep almost immediately.

           Of course, my sleep was short-lived. I woke up an hour later, freezing despite still being fully-clothed and curled up under two layers of covers. I tried to pull the blankets tighter to myself and go back to sleep, but it was no use; the chill had already settled itself in me and wasn’t going to let go of me that easily.

           With a groan, I forced myself out of the bed, swearing softly when my bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I padded my way down the hall to the living room to grab the blanket I’d been using earlier, to use as an extra layer of insulation between me and the chilly air.

           Bucky was asleep when I walked in. Although it was a fairly big couch, his large frame still managed to make it look small. His head was pillowed on one of the decorative cushions, while the other cushion he held to his chest. His mouth was slightly ajar, soft breaths sounding with every rise and fall of his chest. I realized I had never seen him look so peaceful – so vulnerable and at ease. It almost made him look younger, the lines in his face erased in slumber. The fire, which now burned low in the hearth, left a warm glow across his face, casting shadows where his long lashes dusted his cheekbones, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked heartachingly beautiful like this.

           I quickly tore my eyes away. This felt oddly wrong, almost like I was intruding on a private moment. He was only sleeping, but Bucky was such a reserved person that to see him in such a vulnerable state felt intrusive. I grabbed the blanket from the armchair and was just about to head back to the bedroom when Bucky spoke, making me start as the blanket slipped from my hands to the floor.

           “Stealing blankets, are you,” he murmured, tone teasing and voice thick with sleep. He had just one eye open, peeking up at me. I wet my lips and shrugged.

           “You weren’t using it, and I’m frozen,” I replied. “It’s a lot colder in the bedroom than it is out here, so I figured I’d grab an extra blanket to see if it helped.”

           Bucky frowned, fully awake now, and he sat up. “You’re cold?” he asked, and I nodded.

           “It’s fine, though. I’m sure the blanket will help.”

           “Did you want to sleep by the fire? It’s warm out here,” Bucky insisted. “You can bring some blankets and pillows out here; it’s a pretty comfy couch. I’m warm anyway, so a cool room won’t bother me.”

           I shook my head. “Really, it’s okay,” I insisted. “I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

           “Okay,” Bucky murmured, although he looked doubtful. I gave him a small smile before heading back to the bedroom.

           Incidentally, the extra blanket didn’t work. I shifted, even curling my body up tightly, but I still couldn’t shake the chill that had settled in my bones. I knew what the quickest and most effective solution would be, but even if I could bring myself to suggest it, there was a good chance it would either make Bucky uncomfortable or he’d laugh in my face.

           “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, throwing off the covers and once again sliding out of bed. I was just about to make my way back to the living room, but when I opened the bedroom door Bucky was already there, hand raised as if ready to knock. He gave me a sheepish look as he lowered it back to his side.

           “I heard you tossing and turning,” he explained softly. “You still cold?”

           I nodded meekly. “Yeah.”

           “Y’know, I was thinking,” Bucky said hesitantly, running a hand through his hair. “Because my body temperature is higher than the average person’s, it kind of acts like a heater. If you want – and you can absolutely say no if you don’t want to, I’ll totally understand – I…I can keep you warm.”

           Bucky looked at me cautiously, and it took everything in me not to nod eagerly because this couldn’t have worked out more to my favour. I knew it was hard for him to be open like this, and to let people close; just a handful of months ago, he didn’t even like handshakes. Instead, I wordlessly opened the door wide enough for him to fit through and stepped aside.

           Bucky walked into the room, hands awkwardly shoved into his pockets as I crawled back into bed. I arched a brow at him.

           “I won’t bite,” I promised teasingly, and the ghost of a grin tugged at his lips as he slid into bed next to me.

           I rolled onto my side, and I felt the mattress shift as Bucky got comfortable and pulled the covers up over us. Tentative, he draped his flesh arm over my waist.

           “Is this okay?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

           Instinctively, my body scooted backwards closer to his – closer to the warmth he was radiating. “Mmm,” I hummed contentedly as I felt my own body slowly warming. Relaxing, Bucky’s arm tightened around my waist, hugging me tighter to him as my back pressed to his chest.

           “Get some sleep, doll,” he murmured. My eyes were already drifting shut, and all I could manage was another hum before I was out.

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Decisions || Newt Imagine

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Your ears seem to have muted the sound of the helicopter because you have not heard anything until the boys started calling your name from far away. It takes you a couple of seconds, but your eyes open slowly, only to have Minho besides you screaming at Thomas to move while Frypan was calling your name and helping you up. You try to catch up quickly as Frypan pulls you to your feet, the guards rushing you in the midst of the wind from the helicopter lifting up the sand around you. Your eyes squint to prevent any particles to fly in, and you take a small look around you to see the surroundings. 

The guards were shooting at something, after bullets are fired you hear the loud screech, and you remember the sound from the video that played at the Wicked facility. A shiver goes down your spine at the memory, the bodies, the brief explanation Ava had given before killing herself… You get ushered into a facility, and it takes you a moment to fix your gaze on something until the doors close with a loud thud, reminding you of the Glade walls when they closed. Everyone was as perplexed as you were, looking around before you started being guided into the facility by a man called Janson. He promised safety and Wicked not finding you, and a sigh of relief rushes through you. 

The boy next to you seems to have noticed your tense demeanor, because he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and providing a reassuring squeeze reminding you you were not alone. 

"You okay, love?" He asks quietly as he gives you a small tug to get you closer so he is able to talk in a low tone. 

"Yeah, the helicopter ride is wearing off" you admit to him. 

Janson continues to explain the facility, mentioning you will be fed and taken care of and nothing sounded better than that right now. You are taken to showers, away from the guys which made you somewhat uneasy. Being around them for so long for basically every hour has made you feel like a part of you was missing when you were apart, like in the Maze, even if Minho was right besides you. You have stayed quite a while in the shower, enjoying how the hot water washed away the dirt from the Glade and the stickiness of the sweat after running for your lives. The clothing provided was comfortable, and just right, not being able to feel the coldness of the air conditioning as much, but not feeling the hot temperature as well. You are provided with small meals, being told that you should all start with something light before going through stronger food, just to not throw it all. You are taken into rooms with beds to rest before they call you to run some tests to make sure you were all healthy. As soon as your head touches the fluffiness of the pillow your head rests on, you drift to sleep in just a matter of minutes, dozing off entirely. 

"You look sleepy" Newt teases as he walks beside you once you are being led to the labs. 

"The bed was so comfortable" you whine playfully. 

"So, you are saying I wasn't comfortable?" He jokes before pulling you close by the hand. "I feel like I slept like a baby, and how long was it? Three hours of sleep only?" He asks. "The difference of sleeping on those hammocks but at the Glade and a proper bed" he says. "Something that the bastards who put us in there didn't have the decency to provide."

"I had a comfortable bed" you point out with a soft grin most of the times you slept in Newt's arm, sound asleep as you enjoyed the warmth of his body on yours. 

"Good," he says. 

The group halts as they take in the labs. So many machines, needles, nurses, liquids, instruments... This facility had it all. Since there wasn't enough equipment to do the same test to everyone at once, they divided you into groups to run different tests, and you hated to be the one to get a feel of a needle first. You sat in a comfortable chair where a lady worked on you, Teresa a few feet away in a hospital bed. The nurse cleans the area before sticking the needle inside without a warning, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She asks, and honestly it was going fine until you decided to look where the needle had poked through the skin and you started to see the blood rushing into the tube. 

"I-" you look away, the need to throw up present and you could feel what you ate last threatening to come up your throat, leaving a horrible taste in your mouth. 

The lady gives you a cotton ball with alcohol scent for you to smell on, saying that it should help with the dizziness you felt but it barely did a thing. "Still feeling lightheaded, sweetie?"

"Yeah...Like I want to throw up too" you say as you keep smelling on the cotton ball while she works with placing a round bandage over the poked skin. 

"Maybe blood makes you sick" she says. "It is normal on some people."

"I saw blood more often than I like to admit" you confess. "Human and animal…" you add. 

"Don't worry, every test we run in you will let us know if you are sick, but I don't think you are," she says and sits besides you. "I'll ask you a couple of questions to guide us better." The woman reaches for a pen and a wooden clipboard. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah" you nod your head and relax your body. She asked about fever, coughs, body pains which you mention your legs, maybe a sign of being a runner, any broken bones or accidents you may have had in the Glade, and your job at the Glade. 

"Have you had sex?" Your eyes go too wide and your neck almost snaps as you look at her. The only time you have had that question asked was with Alby, and he was so smooth about it that it didn't sound like that question at first. He had sat down with you and Newt, both of you staring confused when he had asked if 'you have been together'. Alby was of the few people of the Glade who knew right away when you two got together. 

"Um…" 

"It's okay if you have. Nothing to be ashamed of" she gives you a reassuring smile. "This stays between us, nobody else knows."

"Uh…" you hesitate. "Yes." The nurse eyes you for a moment, nods her head and writes something down. 

"Recently? I'm sorry, I know it's personal but for our tests purposes we must know an estimate to determine a few things and scratch off others."

It makes sense…"Two? Maybe three weeks ago?" That's the last time you at least remembered that things were somewhat normal before everything started going wrong, Thomas and Teresa arrived, the walls stopped closing, Grievers came in...Now that you think of it, things got really bad really quick. 

"And this was the last time you had your period?" These questions were so bizarre. 

"Maybe a month or so" you say and they realize your answer, making your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Shouldn't you have gotten your period? Yoh shake it off cause you have never been the regular type, one time you had it the same month twice and it was a nightmare. 

"Alright" she writes something in her papers. "That should do it for now. You can go to your next test" she nods her head before standing up. Not even a few minutes after, they came to get you to continue. 

After many more needles, running, patches covering your body and head, you are led to some sort of cafeteria where there were many boys and girls like you, and it takes you a minute to get your eyes fixed on your group before walking to them. Frypan raises his head before waving at you, it causes the rest of your friends to look up and start moving on the table to make space for you, mostly to be side by side with Newt. 

"Hey, guys" you say, sticking one leg in first, then the other as you sit down. 

"Took them long enough to return you back to us," Minho says. "What special thing did they do to you?"

"Nothing, I think" you admit. "Just really personal questions" you say and look at Newt, his jaw was clenched. 

"What were they asking?" 

"Last time we…" you trail off and your eyes widen slightly for him to catch the hint. 

Minho is looking between the two of you intently. "I don't follow."

"Wait, last time we had…?" Newt asks, confusion taking over his features. 

"Yeah" you decide to ignore Minho and his question, he will figure it out eventually. "And last time I was on my period, which I get now, probably to know if it's normal or something" you shrug. "It's weird it hasn't happened for a while now."

"A month, right?" Newt knew because he would take care of you and pamper you with whatever you needed. You also had small pains and headaches during the first days and he would always be around in case you felt sick. 

"Wait, you know when her period is?" Thomas asks. 

"Man, that's weird," Frypan says. "but smart though, and cute."

"We can stop talking about periods now. Anyone wanna join me get some guys and see what their maze was like? See what we can find out about these people?" Minho asks. 

"I'm in," Winston says, Frypan and Thomas join and with Minho they leave for another table. 

"You alright?" Newt kisses your temple and offers you his bottle of water. "You look anxious."

"It's just this place...So many other kids, like us" you say. "They are all from different Mazes?"

"Looks so" Newt says, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. "Want to see if they let us out of here to our beds?"

"I don't think they'll let you come along" you say with a grin. 

"Just pretend to be dizzy, maybe they will. At least to be with you for a few minutes with the lot of people around."

Surprisingly they let Newt take you to the dorm, being escorted of course. You ask for a few minutes with Newt and the guard nods his head before closing the door behind you two. Newt cups your cheek and kisses you, his eyes shut tightly as his lips press against yours while he holds his breath. "I was getting scared already" he admits against your lips. "When they didn't bring you in after us" he says. "Tommy and I were already planning to get you, and Teresa, but she hasn't come to join us yet. It's strange" he says and you both sit down on the bed. 

"I'm okay" you assure him. "They had me running, and ran a few tests on me. I hope everything is okay, though" you admit. If they were done with the guys quickly, why did it take so long with you? And where was Teresa?

"I'm sure it's alright. You are a tough one, luv" Newt says with a smile and you run your fingers through his hair. "You look nice all washed up" he steals a kiss from you and you giggle. 

"Not bad yourself" you tease. "I hope they later let us stay together...I don't think I'll be getting much sleep these first days."

"We will find a way, love. I'll sneak in somehow" and just in cue the guard calls on Newt. "I love you, I'll see you later, 'kay?" He gives you a short, passionate kiss before pulling away. 

"Love you too" you say as the guard shuts the door close after he walks out. You lay back on the bed and close your eyes. The bed was too comfortable and the pillow too fluffy to neglect getting sleep, so you try to ease your thoughts before falling into a deep slumber. 

The next day you are all in the cafeteria area again, your group now sat with other guys from other mazes, talking about them and how they got out. Newt asks them about what happened to the people inside the Glade which a boy answers that he didn't know. Your hand squeezes Newt's thigh letting him know you could read his mind, he was thinking about the others that were left there to their luck, the ones Gally convinced to stay because they would meet death upon leaving. Then they start calling people and another one of the boys explains that it is to be taken to a Haven, some sort of place away from everything and only a few are selected. The boys continue to talk so you look around, spotting a couple of girls on a bench, then a whole table of them, another one with only a boy around them. 

Second day you are taken again to the cafeteria, seems it was the only place you could all gather around. Everyone was eating their breakfast but you felt nauseous since you woke up, not having any appetite for anything in your tray. Thomas is saying something about a boy showing him a place through the air vents, but it was under strict access. "I need to know what's behind that door."

"You said you saw a body?" You ask him. 

"Not the body, but it had scanners, like showing heart rates and vitals and other things" Thomas says to you. "Aris says he thinks nobody really leaves this place…"

"There isn't an access through the air vents to that room?"

"No. He tried but it stopped right out of it...They have to be hiding something…" Thomas seemed so sure. Minho and Newt exchange glances.

"Y/N?" Janson approaches your table and everyone looks up at him quickly. "Please, come with me."

"Where is Teresa?" Thomas asks. 

"She is safe. We are only running a few tests on her."

"And why does Y/N have to go with you?" Newt asks, his hand reaching to hold onto yours. "You already called everyone for your little paradise place" you noticed that Thomas' words have put him uneasy. 

"We just need to run a few more tests on her," Janson offers a smirk. "She will be back in a couple of minutes, I promise" he says and one of the guards reaches for your arm which you tug away quickly. 

"I can stand on my own, thanks." Your body turns to Newt. "I'll be alright, okay?"

"I know…" he says and squeezes your hand before letting go. 

"More tests?" You ask the doctor who asked you to lay down on the table. 

"We found something," she says as she sits besides you. "I'll show you." She reaches to lift up your shirt and you pull it down quickly. "It's okay…" she says, you hesitate before letting go of the hem of your shirt. 

She places some kind of gel on your stomach, "What is that for? Is something wrong?" You start worrying, because if she was going to run tests on your stomach and your nauseous state in the morning, it had you wondering if your stomach was sick in a way you needed treatment. Maybe so long in the Glade...but you always ate. Your head was spinning with possible causes. 

"You'll see" she starts running an instrument along your belly, looking at a monitor as she does. You eye them both curiously as she seems to be looking for something. "Ah, there it is" she says with a smile. "See that small figure over there?" She asks and points at the monitor, your eyes squint at it. "That's your baby," she says, "congratulations."

The room starts spinning around you, eyes wide, your chest feeling tight all of a sudden, you find it hard to breathe. You take small breaths and let them go rather quickly. "I'm sorry," you take in some air. "My what?"

"You are pregnant" she repeats and the words take a while to process in your head, your lips agape in surprise. 

"I-" you trail off looking at the monitor. You were pregnant… You were expecting a baby. No. Newt and you were expecting a baby… Your baby. "I-" no words come out of your lips. You are speechless. 

"We wanted to let you know," she reaches for a napkin and hands it over to you to wipe out the gel from your stomach. "You can go back to your friends" she says, standing up and leaving the room. 

You return to the cafeteria, all the walk there thinking how to tell Newt, how would he react, what words to say? It wasn't like you were expecting the news, or like you knew what to say right now. You sit next to Newt, right in the corner of the bench, his arm goes around your shoulder and he eyes the guys when he notices your tense body. "Love? Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost. You look pale." He places a hand on your cheek. "Did they hurt you? If they hurt you I'll bloody-"

"A baby" you blurt out. Thomas turns his attention to you and Minho raises his eyebrows, Newt looks at you in confusion, Frypan joins the trio's expression as well.

"What? What baby?" Newt asks

"Ours" and you slowly turn to him. "Newt, I'm...we are having a baby."

"Oh shuck" Minho blurts out.

"How did you guys even made time to-" Frypan gets interrupted by Newt.

"What?!" Newt's eyes go wider. "Did they-"

"Yeah...A doctor showed me." Your hand goes to your belly, running your fingers on top of your shirt. "Newt...I- I don't know what to say or what to do" your vision starts getting blurry from the tears. 

"Hey, no, love. It's okay. It's okay" he coos as he pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around you. "I don't know what to say either... Other than I'm happy in a way, we will have our own little lady or little boy running around in a couple of months...Our baby" his last words sound like he is repeating it for his own processing. "We are safe here…"

"We don't know that yet," Thomas steps in.

"I said, we are safe here" Newt says through his clenched jaw at his friend, and you couldn't see him but you knew he is getting a death glare from your boyfriend. "We will figure it out. We have time" he pulls you away and pecks your lips, his hand covering yours on your belly. "I didn't know it would be this fast, though."

"What? You thought the baby would wait in there to be cooked up after you two-"

"Minho!" You call and the boy grins.

"Congratulations, though," Frypan says. "The little one will have one hell of a story of how it got made." He and Minho high five and Newt pinches the bridge of his nose.

"All the bloody supportive things you can say and you shanks have to go through the last ones of the list" Newt complains and turns to you. "Babe, I-" you can see him struggling with words. "Are you okay with this? I mean, obviously maybe you are not because this is so unexpected and-"

"Newt," you call and meet his gaze, "I'm- I want this baby. I don't want it to grow up here though…"

"We will figure it out. If this place is true we should be all good, love." Thomas parts his lips to say something but Newt is quick to glare at him. 

Third day you are sitting in the cafeteria, Newt is already worrying about you when you don't come in quick wondering if something happened to you, like you fainted or the morning sickness was too much for you. "I don't like being away from you, now more than ever" he says and presses his lips against your temple. 

"I'm fine, okay?"

"If something we know from Y/N is that she can take care of herself" Winston says and you smile at him. You liked that he gave you a confidence boost and the most needed moments. 

"Have you seen Teresa?" Thomas asks and Minho rolls his eyes. 

"No, I haven't...I don't know where she is…"

"Aris and I will go into that room tonight, we just need a plan to get an access card there."

"Alright, listen up folks, we have the new list of those whose lives are about to begin" Janson says as he is handed a clipboard. He mentions a few names, ones who you take a moment to remember to not name your baby from how weird they were. "And Y/N." Your eyes go wide and the whole group in your table turns to you, Newt's eyes showing panic. 

"No, there must be a mistake. I just got here, I-" you trail off and a few guards come over to you and you stand up, chin up, defying them. 

"Don't you dare to touch her" Newt stands by your side quickly and places a hand in front of you. 

"You will deny her the chance to be away from this place? Of your baby growing somewhere else?" Janson asks as he approaches the group, Thomas, Frypan, Winston and Minho stand behind you. 

"Because it is our baby, I won't let you take her" Newt takes a step forward in front of you. 

"I won't go anywhere without them" you say to the guards.

"Unfortunately, this isn't a choice…" Janson says, a guard moves forward but he is quick to raise his hand. 

"You are threatening her right in front of us?" Thomas takes a step forward and a guard is quick to push him, but he continues to struggle, "Where is this place exactly, huh?!" After a few seconds, Frypan holds Thomas back and he stops struggling. 

"Let's not ruin the excitement for others, okay? Let's do this as amicably as possible." He says. "And I am sure you don't want to be taken in your sleep, leaving your friends wondering what happened to you." His tone was almost threatening. Why was he insisting so much in taking you when so many others were there before you. "I'm sure you'd like what's best for your baby, and this is it. So please…" Janson steps aside and you eye your friends, then your boyfriend. 

"I'll be fine, okay?" 

"Love, don't-" you press a kiss to his lips. "I'll come back to you" you whisper against his lips before pressing another kiss. 

"Be careful, love" Newt says as he watches you being escorted by the guards and Janson trailing not far behind. "So," Newt turns to Thomas. "What do you have of this bloody plan of yours? I need to know that she is not being taken into a strict access room where I won't see her…"

#(decisions) #(mine) #tmr newt #newt tmr #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner imagines #the maze runner #the scorch trials imagine #the scorch trials imagines #newt tmr imagine #newt tmr imagines

[acuaticamber06]

Undertone, Chapter Ten

Holy Hotpockets! What’s this? A NEW CHAPTER OF UNDERTONE?!?!?

Yes, that’s right! Rub your eyes no longer; they are not lying to you. The unplanned hiatus happened for a lot of reasons (more on that later), but let’s cut to the chase!

We left Rin and Grillby recovering from Muffet’s drunken intrusion. Let’s see what happens next!

Warnings: HOT GUY ALERT!!! lol, no warnings this time.

Obvious disclaimer: I don’t own Undertale or any of the characters in it, just my own characters. This story is for fun. ^_^

***

Undertone, Chapter Ten

The normally pleasant alarm chime coming from her phone felt like a thousand needles stabbing into Muffet’s head. She rolled over quickly to turn it off and immediately regretted her decision. Her stomach lurched.

“Ohhhhhh...”

She stilled and waited until the worst of the nausea had passed before gently reaching over and tapping her phone screen. Muffet vigorously blinked all of her eyes but only managed to pull one of them halfway open, watering in the light.

Beautiful sunshine was pouring through her bay window and it’s lace curtains. It refracted through a trio of forest green bottles of wine that were sitting on the kitchen table, casting shades of green and red on the carpet.

She gagged and shut her eye. The mere thought of alcohol made her sick.

Prying it open again, Muffet put a couple of arms underneath her and tried to sit up. It was a slow process. Every move she made triggered a new wave of nausea, and she was quite fond of her couch; she didn’t want to vomit all over the pretty floral fabric.

Easy...easy...slowly...

When she finally got to an upright position, she closed her eye and breathed deeply. Her head was swimming and she had a splitting headache.

I can’t work like this.

With her phone within easy reach now that she was up, Muffet didn’t have to move more than an arm to bring it up to her face. She pressed and held the button on the side.

“Call Bakery Main Line.” She croaked.

“Calling Bakery Main Line.” The phone echoed back. After two rings precisely, a voice came on the line.

“Muffet’s bakery and tearoom! This is Iris. How may I serve you today?”

“Iris, dearie, this is Muffet.”

“Oh!” The purple bunny sounded startled. “Yes, Miss? How can I help you?”

“I’m afraid I’m too ill to come downstairs today.”

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. It will be no problem, though! I can bring updates upstairs every two hours so you can run the numbers from the comfort of-“

“No, no, that won’t be necessary.” Muffet struggled to keep down what she hoped was a burp.

“No? I don’t mind doing it.”

“Iris, you were a competent businessbunny long before you began working for me. You’re my operations manager, and it’s high time I started acting like it. I trust you to handle the shop whether I’m present or absent.”

“I...really appreciate that, Miss. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t.” Muffet smiled despite her pain.

“And for what it’s worth, I think you’re a wonderful, caring person. You run the most successful business on this side of town, and nothing will ever tarnish its reputation.”

Muffet winced, but didn’t let it affect her voice.

“Thank you, dearie. I will speak with you tomorrow.”

As they said their goodbyes, her stomach lurched again. Muffet dropped the phone and ran to her bathroom, violently rejecting everything in her system.

They know.

It hadn’t even been seven hours since Grillby had banned her from the bar, and every monster in town already knew what happened.

She heaved again and again, tears welling in her eyes. Whether it was from the vomiting or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. She couldn’t show her face in public, and she quickly came to terms with staying inside forever.

Muffet sat back on her knees and wiped the tears from her face.

But I am NEVER drinking again.

***

"Shhhh!" Nyela held him close, covering his mouth with her hand. She let go after a moment. "We must be as silent as little mice."

It was stifling beneath the blanket. His heart pounded and his breath came in frightened gasps.

"Mother..." he whimpered.

"She will return for us soon." Nyela whispered in his ear.

Yells and metallic clangs echoed across the camp. Feet stampeded past their hiding place in the bushes, and he trembled uncontrollably. Soon, he could hear the warning cries of other monsters.

"Fire! Fire! The tents are burning!"

He wrapped his arms around his sister, clinging to her as tightly as he could. More heavy footsteps passed them and he squeezed his eyes shut.

A harsh voice rose above the din.

"Rout them out! Leave no stone unturned!"

"Nyela..." Tears began to slide out of the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, the blanket was ripped away. His eyes raced upward and met the gaze of the most terrifying human he'd ever seen.

"RUN!" Nyela screamed, pulling him to his feet. They dashed off into the forest away from the camp. Branches snagged at his clothing as he stumbled along with her.

"Halt, Monster!" The human crashed into the forest after them.

Around a tree. Over a root. Under a branch. Through a bush. No matter where they went, the human thundered behind them, growing ever closer.

He was halfway over a large stone when Nyela was yanked away from his grasp with a screech. He fell backward to the ground, looking around for his sister.

The human had her by the arm, holding her in place as she struggled against his grip.

"No!" She cried. "Please, leave us be!"

The human hauled her aside and reached down to capture the other frightened elemental at his feet.

"NO!"

Nyela's flames shot upward around the soldier's hand and he dropped her. He cursed and put out the fire that had traveled up his sleeve. Turning, she stood in front of him with her arms extended to her sides, her body positively molten with fire.

"Run!" She yelled.

He couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot.

"Bibi!" She glanced over her shoulder. "Go! Go now!"

The human reached for a canteen that was strapped across his chest. "Miserable wretch! I'll teach you to burn me!"

Time seemed to slow down as the man uncorked the vessel and dumped it over Nyela's head.

"GO!!!"

It was more than a command. The word hung in the air as she pulled it out, writhing into a bloodcurdling scream. Steam and dust rose upward with the noise.

He sprang up and clambered over the stone, running as if he were the very wind. He didn't stop when he rolled his ankle on a jagged rock. He didn't stop when a bramble bush ripped at his skin. He didn't stop when her screams guttered out like a drowning candlewick.

A root caught his foot and he tripped, striking his head on the trunk of a tree. In an instant, everything went black.

***

Grillby sat up, screaming. Without vocal cords, the air only whooshed from his lungs with a weak hiss.

As the room came into focus, he remembered where he was and fought to stop hyperventilating. He put his head in his hands.

Nyela...

Grillby couldn't remember exactly what he'd been dreaming about, but it was not a good dream and he knew his sister had been involved.

He knew from past experience that if he dreamed about Nyela, then his subconscious was trying to tell him something. He liked to imagine it was because he’d done something that she wouldn’t approve of.

Grillby sighed. It was the third time he'd woken up this way in as many days. And he knew why his subconscious was upset.

Muffet.

It had taken less than a day for word to get around that Grillby had banned someone from the bar. By the time they opened, the regulars were asking about it. By the end of the dinner rush, he was getting nasty looks.

"Yeah, Muffet was a weird drunk, but banned?"

"He didn't have to do that. She didn't hurt anyone."

"I heard that he didn't ban her, but Rin did."

"You know they're dating now, right?"

"What? Really?"

Work was distracting at best. Rin, to her credit, had done pretty well letting the comments roll off her shoulders. They hadn’t really talked about it since the night it happened, but it was weighing on her. Grillby could tell.

I guess it’s weighing on me, too.

Giving up on the idea of sleep, he threw the covers aside and got out of bed. He grabbed his towel from the hook over the back of the door and headed for the bathroom.

Grillby didn’t take showers. At least, he didn’t take them often. It wasn’t that he couldn’t; once he’d put a spell on the water coming out of the shower head, it was as safe as the liquids he drank every day. And every once in a while, he really did need to get in and soap up. But it wasn’t a part of his daily routine.

Normally he cleaned his body at night. It made sense to him: after a long day in the bar, he scrubbed off the grime of the alcohol and the food before bed. It helped him sleep better. But the night before he’d fallen into his bed, totally exhausted. He hadn’t even bothered to brush his teeth.

After locking the bathroom door, Grillby fished out his jar from beneath the sink. Then he stepped into the shower, not bothering to pull the curtain closed.

Fire elementals had developed the magic to protect themselves from water early on in their history. It was a necessity for living in general, never mind living alongside other creatures. They needed to drink water to exist. But their bodies did not need water to be clean.

Grillby’s body produced oils that continually burned and helped maintain his flames. Unassisted, those oils would leave a residue behind that was sticky and unpleasant. To help keep his skin soft and clean, he coated himself in sunflower oil. With the absurdly high smoke point of 440 degrees Fahrenheit and nice scent, it had won the race against palm oil several years ago.

He scooped out some oil with his hands and began working it into this skin along his arms and chest. He’d experimented with mixing essential oils in with the carrier oil once, but they burned up so quickly that there was no point in trying. He’d gotten smart and used cologne on his shirts instead.

Grillby spread the oil downwards along his stomach and around his hips, trying to remember his dream.

Why can’t I ever remember?

Dreaming about Nyela was bittersweet for him. He had been so close to his sister before she was lost in the war. It bothered him that he didn’t know exactly how his family had died, but at the time the adults said he was too young to understand. As he grew, he’d never been brave enough to ask.

After rubbing down his legs, he stood upright and tried to reach his back. He stretched, only able to reach a small portion. Even after working out, Grillby didn’t have the flexibility to reach his entire back on his own.

Hmm. I wonder if Rin would-

He felt a blush hint across his cheeks and he shook the thought away. He wasn’t about to ask her to do that. Yet, anyway.

Grillby stepped out of the tub and patted himself down with a towel. He flipped the shower on to its hottest setting and let it rinse the excess oil down the drain. He was pretty sure that Rin was still asleep at this point, anyway. He’d made an effort to be quiet as long as she was asleep. Not that quiet was particularly hard for him in the first place, but he wanted this space to be peaceful for her. Especially with the Muffet situation hanging over their heads.

He unconsciously reached out for his shorts and patted the bare countertop. The shorts weren’t there.

Huh. Must have left them in my room.

With a shrug, he turned off the water. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he opened the door, heading back to his room. His eyes were on the floor, just in case he’d dropped the shorts on his way in. As he was passing Rin’s door, it opened.

***

​Rin blinked at the sight beyond her door. Grillby was standing in the living room in a towel. That was it. He was holding it closed on his left hip, but the it didn’t quite wrap all the way around him. There was a gap that angled down and inward along his thigh. His eyes were on the floor at first, but soon they traveled upwards to meet hers. Blue flames tinted his cheeks.

Immediately, Rin felt bad for Grillby. She had invaded his home, caused conflict in his business, and now she’d embarrassed him. Frantically, she tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation.

“Well! Good morning to me!” She grinned at him, rubbing one eye.

The blue tint fairly exploded across his face, all the way out to his ears.

Rin yawned widely, but her blush was just as bad. She was freaking out internally.

Oh, god! Why did I say that?!? What’s wrong with me?!? How in the world would that help anything?!?

When she opened her eyes, Grillby had closed the space between them and was leaning against the door frame with his free arm up and over his shoulder in a not-so-subtle flex of his chest and abs. He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Despite her now racing heartbeat, Rin giggled. “You’re preaching to the choir, Mr. Model. If you want to work for Calvin Klein, go show them your hot washboard.”

Grillby looked surprised at the comment. Rin barreled forward before she dwelled on it too long. “Anyway, I’m going to hop in the shower now that you’re done. But don’t expect any fashion shows afterwards!”

She rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. She buried her face in her robe and silently screamed.

Hot washboard?!? HOT WASHBOARD?!? I meant temperature-hot but it didn’t come out that way... And why didn’t I add the “abs” part?!? GAH I’m so awkward! And implying that he should be an underwear model?!?

She lifted her face a bit and grinned to herself. He was pretty toned.

Who am I kidding? He’s downright gorgeous.

Rin turned on the water and shed her clothes. She looked down at her body and examined it.

I’m so...soft in comparison.

She poked at her hips and her tummy. Toning her muscles wasn’t something she’d ever been worried about until that moment.

Maybe I should work out a bit, now that we’re a thing.

Yes, she and Grillby were now officially dating, but neither one of them had had a chance to explore the change in their relationship in the week since the night Muffet had come to the back door. They had been so wrapped up in controlling the rumors that had run rampant through the monster community. Every day in the bar felt like an uphill battle.

She stepped into the tub and stood still, letting the water flow over her.

The bar...

What had once given her joy now sucked the energy right out of her. The regulars weren’t such a problem, although Red was rather loud with her opinions when she was drunk. They understood, and they were around often enough to listen to the whole story and see reason. It was the dinner crowd that gave Rin a hard time. Different families came every day, and all of them had their own opinions on the matter. They were in the bar for such a short period of time that all Rin could do was smile sweetly and switch topics whenever it came up.

She suddenly grabbed the shampoo bottle and dumped a large quantity into her hand.

Screw them. Screw work. Screw that entire mess of a situation.

Rin plopped the golden liquid on top of her head.

I’m not going to let any of that get to me.

She began scrubbing her hair as if she’d spent time swimming through an oil spill.

Nothing matters right now except me and my shampooed head.

She hummed as she washed, taking her time to exfoliate every pore she could reach. Her shower took a lot longer than usual, but it was worth it. Rin felt like a different person once she stepped out of the tub.

She continued to hum as she slipped on her robe and twisted her hair up into the towel. It was when her hand touched the doorknob that she hesitated. Grillby was probably waiting for her on the other side. The nerves in her stomach twisted slightly, but she opened the door anyway.

The smells of baked goods enticed her away from the bathroom. Peeking around the corner, she saw nothing out of place. Everything was quiet and she could see little dust motes floating through the sunshine that refracted through the cut glass windows. Silently, Rin drifted to her room to get dressed.

When she appeared again, she was still alone.

“Grillby?”

She hadn’t expected an answer, per se, but he had a way of tapping on surfaces or knocking on walls to alert her of his presence.

Mildly confused by the combination of good smells and lack of her boyfriend, Rin followed her nose to the kitchen, where she found a muffin on a plate and a note with her name on it.

Rin,

Had to step out for a few groceries. I baked these while you were in the shower. Then I washed the dishes on my “hot washboard”. ;)

I’ll be back soon.

-Grillby

Rin felt like giggling and hitting herself in the face at the same time. Her gut told her that he wouldn’t let her forget about her remark for a while.

She sighed and sat down to enjoy her muffin. It was a beautiful little thing, all coated in raw sugar and cinnamon. The sugar topping crunched in her ears as she chewed. For a moment, she had nearly convinced herself that she wasn’t thinking about anything but the blueberry muffin in her mouth. Then she snorted.

Hot. 

Washboard.

She put her head on the table in defeat and, for a time, her world was nothing but laughter, blushing, and blueberries.

***

Alright! Chapter Ten is officially in the wheelhouse. And in the middle of the week, too! (Yeah, I could have held onto it for four more days and worked on Chapter Eleven...but I was just too excited!) Honestly, I never thought I’d get this far. But that’s Undertale for ya. It runs away with your imagination.

Whoa! New characters! The purple bunny from the shop in Snowdin is working at Muffet’s. I did a little research and I didn’t see a name attached to her, so I decided to give her the name of a purple flower. Lilac seemed too obvious, so I went with Iris. They remind me a bit of her hat, anyway. And more details about Grillby’s childhood! He had a sister named Nyela. (You’ll find out more about her later.) And I bet you’ve never thought about a fire elemental’s daily hygienic routine. Well, now you have! Yes, he uses cologne. (What does it smell like? You’ll just have to wait and see. ;D)

Guys...I’ve put so much thought into this story’s background, it’s ridiculous. You should see the notes document I have on my phone. There are so many details. SO. MANY.

As for the hiatus: for anyone who’s interested, a LOT of things happened all at once. I got sick, family issues came up, then family visited twice, I’ve been trying to get a new job, and the end of the semester came rushing at us and all of a sudden I was performing linguistic analysis at the PhD level and proof-reading 20-30 page papers for my husband. Add all that to a bad case of writer’s block and BAM! My well of creativity nearly dried up.

On the bright side, the semester is now over. All of his work has been submitted, and he can relax for a few weeks, which means that I can now relax for a bit. I’m still missing a few pieces of paperwork for the new job, but most of it is done. The rest is kind of out of my hands. The family issues seem to be resolved...or at least paused for the holidays. And I’m FINALLY over this damn cold! (I think. I hope. *knocks on wood* PLEASE be over it!!!)

Anywho, I hope everyone is having a good week! No promises on getting Chapter Eleven up by Sunday, but I will be working on it through the rest of the week. Stay tuned!

(PS: IT’S SNOWING!!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!)

Chapter Nine

#grillby #UndertoneFic #fanfic #undertale

[colbelike-blog]

Immortals Pt. 2

I woke up in a very white room. There were a few mirrors and sinks but the room was full of beds. The beds had white pillows and blankets and the walls and floor were white as well. The lights were blinding and made everything worse. My head was pounding and my mouth was dry. I was hooked up to a clicking machine and purple liquid was being pushed through my veins. Panic set in. I sat up and tried to move as quickly as possible. My body felt like it weighed a ton. I pulled the needle out of my arm and ran for the door. Through the door was a hallway lined with doors. The walls were a faint olive green and the floors were mahogany wood. I started searching for a way out. I ran down the hall as quickly as my legs would carry me to a set of double doors. I threw the doors open and found a room covered in mats with dummies scattered around. The room was full of people training with weapons or just hand to hand combat. I saw someone across the room and I guess it's good he saw me too because I immediately fell to the floor. I woke up in the same room, in the same bed, attached to the same clicking machine only this time a familiar face was looking back at me. His dirty blonde hair was naturally curly and he wore it long. Most of the time it was pulled back. His tanned skin was from years of being a life guard and playing football and his face was more freckled than I last remembered. He had a stronger build that suited him and made most girls go crazy. "Well Fin, you took quite a fall." He grinned showing his perfect white teeth. "How are mom and dad?" "I probably see them just as much as you do Aidan." He chuckled. "What is this place?" I gestured around us. "This is the International Bureau of Investigation and Science or the IBIS for short. You probably have so many questions but I'm not the person who should explain it." "That doesn't make any sense. Do you work here?" I lowered my eyebrows. "I do. And so do mom and dad. I moved here because I want to be closer to work." He ran his fingers through his hair. "The serum might take a few hours to work. The serum enhances your speed, agility, senses, and strength. For most people it brings out a special gift that can range from reading people's thoughts to turning into an animal. And for a few very rare people it brings out the immortal gene. The immortal gene is very rare and gives you complete immortality and a range of abilities instead of one. But it's so rare I wouldn't worry about it. There was one last year for the recruits." He sighed heavily. I suddenly remembered Ivy's limp body laying in the hall. "Is Ivy here?" My eyes widened. Aidan could tell I was worried. "Don't worry, she's fine. The serum healed her up and she's good as new." "What kind of people knock out their new recruits because it's really weird." "Unfortunately, we have to. It's the first test. You passed with flying colors. Good thing the guy you fought can heal himself bc you broke his jaw and nose. You also took out a hunk of his skin." I shuttered at the memory. "Well," he said while pulling the needle out of my arm, " you're good to go." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and laced my shoes up. I walked to the door and while Aidan went right towards the training room, I went right. Down the hallway I found another set of double doors and opened them. The room was full of couches and coffee tables. There was a place to get drinks and snacks too. It looked like it was only made for socializing. I looked around for Ivy but had no such luck. I eventually gave up and found an empty couch to sit at. I watched people socialize with each other, but I didn't feel like joining the fun. I was content to sit by myself until a tall brunette made her way over to me. She had chocolate brown eyes that blended with her tan skin. She looked like a model. She sat down next to me and held her hand out for me to shake it. "Hi, I'm Sparrow," she said with a toothy grin. "You looked lonely and I thought I would come over and get to know you." "I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin. I just got here and I can't find my only friend," I said with a short laugh. "Well now you have two friends." She seemed genuinely nice and honestly it would be nice to come out of my shell a little bit. We sat and talked for an hour until she had to go find her roommate that she wanted me to meet later. I was alone again and I didn't really mind. That is until I felt something strange happening to my body. My eyes were burning and I could feel every nerve in my body. My body felt like it was on fire. I could hear everything at once and gave me a pounding headache. Voices were everywhere that seemed to come from no where. I could feel waves of power washing over my body. At this point everyone was looking at me. Strangely enough I felt my shoulder length hair growing. I could feel it cascading down my back. I got up as quickly as I could and ran out the door. I made it to the training room where I hoped Aidan would be. I pushed the doors open and felt everyone's eyes on me. Aidan immediately saw me and headed in my direction. My eyes were clearing up but I still felt strange. He cupped my face and looked at my eyes. He looked away quickly. I heard Aidan call for someone but I didn't know who because of all the voices. A huge guy with platinum blonde hair and purple eyes tan over to us. He inspected my face and nodded at Aidan. The strange feeling was dying down and I started to feel normal again. But this normal felt better than before. "What is going on?" In my peripheral vision I saw long platinum blonde hair. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at myself in my camera. Instead of light grey eyes and short dirty blonde hair I had striking lavender eyes and waist length platinum blonde hair. My jaw dropped. "You're an immortal."

#original #story #enjoy #entertainment #books and libraries #books

[zolganif]

I carry an over-sized handbag. ^I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit. My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe. My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I also have great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately (like, not with a freaking skirt). I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s).  I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I still don’t know what I want to do when I’m out of highschool. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian.  I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people. I’m finished this now.

[niggadamn]

Survey 211

Reblog | Bold what applies;

I carry an over-sized handbag.

I have graduated from college.

My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy.

I take some sort of medication daily.

I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga.

I have been in a car accident on the highway.

^I’ve totaled my car.

I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys.

I absolutely hate being cold.

I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day.

I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible.

I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy.

I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup.

I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC).

I still own the original Nintendo.

^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”.

One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”.

Needles don’t bother me one bit.

My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe.

My job involves working with children.

I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time.

I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use.

I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks.

I’m in a need of a larger iPod.

I have more than one loan out in my name right now.

I am an aunt.

I love the sensation of an airplane taking off.

I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now.

There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic.

I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one.

I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway.

I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school.

I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon.

I’m definitely an emotional person.

I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out.

I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America.

Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable.

I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones.

I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence.

When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters.

I’m always getting headaches.

I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest.

I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester.

I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff.

I’m gonna go grab something to eat now.

I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks.

I have a thing for older guys.

I’ve never been on a motorcycle.

I’m still friends with my ex(s).

I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get.

I have weird taste in everything.

It’s very rare for someone to not like me.

I’m allergic to all animals.

Lately I’ve had a short fuse.

I’m paranoid.

I have very unsteady hands.

I still don’t know what I want to do when I’m out of highschool.

I want to take pole dancing lessons.

I’m an Italian.

I’m also British.

I’m claustrophobic.

I adore plaid!

I drink at least five glasses of water a day.

I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night.

I’ve always wanted dreadlocks.

My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts.

I zone out often

I have trouble saying no to people.

I’m finished this now.

[fluffydragon85]

I carry an over-sized handbag. ^I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit. My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe. My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I also have great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately (like, not with a freaking skirt). I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s).  I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I still don’t know what I want to do when I’m out of highschool. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian. I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night.  ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people. I’m finished this now.

[surveystodestressme]

91.

Bold what applies; I carry an over-sized handbag. ^I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit.

My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe. My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I also have great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately (like, not with a freaking skirt). I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s). I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian. I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people. I’m finished this now.

#bored #survey #quiz #questions

[lacewise]

I don’t know why I ever thought you could draw a direct line from one lace to another (exhaustion) when I know for a fact that most needle lace traditions copying each is innuendo and heavily implied but almost never straightforwardly proven… it takes loops around like the lace itself.

#needle lace discussion #you would be Shocked to know that basically all lace traditions are Understood to have copied something else #but the only ones that I can say with certainty is Youghal copied raise Italian lace so gros point #argentella is made from the most difficult stitches Argentan ever devised #like even Burano is a copy of first Alencon and then point de gaze #but could I PROVE that Burano was copying them? probably not with any certainty it’s just one of those things #needle lace is weird and I have a headache now #no wonder fashion historians just copy the facts they got from everyone else without double checking them

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

BOLD

I carry an over-sized handbag. ^I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit.

My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe.

My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I also have great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately (like, not with a freaking skirt). I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s). I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian. I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people. I’m finished this now.

#suverys #bold.com #spicynightlife

[c-alliope]

23

| Bold what applies; 

I carry an over-sized handbag. I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit. My boyfriend gives the best hugs in the universe. My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I also have great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately. I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s). I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I still don’t know what I want to do when I’m out of highschool. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian. I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. [Usually] ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people.

#bold survey #survey

[zolganif]

I carry an over-sized handbag. ^I have the most random, but useful, things in there. I have graduated from college. My phone is a touch-screen, and it drives me absolutely crazy. ^I prefer to have a full keyboard on my phone. I take some sort of medication daily. I’m getting really tired of Lady Gaga. I have been in a car accident on the highway. ^I’ve totaled my car. I like to read what the person before me wrote when I’m taking surveys. I absolutely hate being cold. I adore deadmau5 and could listen to it all day. I prefer to be barefoot whenever possible. I love dancing when I’ve had a few drinks – it feels so free and crazy. I will die of excitement if the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. I will forever be a Mac (as opposed to a PC). I still own the original Nintendo. ^Along with the gun from “Duck Hunt”. One of the best shows of the 90’s was “Doug”. Needles don’t bother me one bit. My significant other gives the best hugs in the universe. My job involves working with children. ^Speaking of children, I absolutely love them. ^I’d like to have at least 2 of my own one day. I love the lace-trim hiphuggers from Victoria’s Secret – they’re comfy and sexy at the same time. I live in a state that has already decriminalized marijuana use. ^We’ve also legalized gay marriage. I think it’s gross and uncomfortable when people wear sneakers without socks. I’m in a need of a larger iPod. I have more than one loan out in my name right now. ^But I alsohave great credit. I am an aunt. I love the sensation of an airplane taking off. I could really go for soup, salad and breadsticks at the Olive Garden right now. There is very rarely a day that goes by in which I do not sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom never let us have one. I sing at the top of my lungs in the car, especially when it’s nighttime on the highway. I have very few of the same friends that I did in high school. ^I actually have very few close friends at all; but I prefer it this way. I will be getting a tattoo fairly soon. I’m definitely an emotional person. I love looking at the Facebook pictures that get posted after a great night out. I’ve actually been in a screaming fight with someone from Bank of America. ^Needless to say, I switched banks. Despite what some people say, I think Uggs are adorable. ^But only when worn appropriately (like, not with a freaking skirt). I love Runts candy, especially the yellow banana-shaped ones. I don’t like to fall asleep in complete silence. When I’m getting rid of clothes I no longer want, I donate them to Big Brothers / Big Sisters. I’m always getting headaches. ^Migraines run in my family. I don’t see anything so special about Megan Fox, to be honest. I have a bit of an obsession with Leighton Meester. I’m constantly tripping over or knocking into stuff. I’m gonna go grab something to eat now. I’d rather take shots then drink mixed alcohol drinks. I have a thing for older guys. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. ^ I want one, though. I’m still friends with my ex(s). I love musicals, no matter how corny they can get. ^ Rent is my favourite. I have weird taste in everything. It’s very rare for someone to not like me. I’m allergic to all animals. ^ Yet I spend more time with them than people. Lately I’ve had a short fuse. I’m paranoid. I have very unsteady hands. I still don’t know what I want to do when I’m out of high school. I want to take pole dancing lessons. I’m an Italian. I’m also British. I’m claustrophobic. I adore plaid! I drink at least five glasses of water a day. I don’t sleep more than 4 hours a night. ^ I’m always tired because of this. I’ve always wanted dreadlocks. My wisdom teeth are slowly coming in, and it hurts. I zone out often. ^ I usually do it while staring at someone. ^^ It usually makes for awkward situations. I have trouble saying no to people. I’m finished with this now.