#circular queue c++

[spicycinnabun]

SO excited for the results of this make me write. It was so hard to decide and I wish I could do them all but I think I will ask for 🤖🤖🤖 or ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 whichever you get less of 🥰

I've got about six other beep boop asks in the queue lol, so I'm going to go with ❤️‍🩹! Let's rewind to before the break-up. c:

♡

They were cuddling on Tommy’s couch. Tommy was behind him, hands resting protectively on Buck’s belly. He had been doing that a lot lately—holding him there, touching him there. Buck wasn’t sure if Tommy was aware he kept doing it.

Buck hadn't said anything. He didn’t want to call attention to it and risk having Tommy stop. Because he liked it. Okay, more than just liked it. His body was sending him strong signals about what the Alpha wanted, and it was making him a little stupid with need.

His heart sped up.

Of course, Tommy noticed. One of his hands started rubbing in a hypnotic, circular motion. “What's up?”

“I-I’ve been thinking,” Buck started, trying not to get distracted by the petting. His eyes closed. “I’d like to spend my next heat with you.”

“Oh?” Tommy said, after a small intake of breath Buck couldn’t really decipher.

He didn't say anything else, waiting for Buck to elaborate on his thoughts.

Buck had never enjoyed his heats. Dreaded them because of how desperate they made him, among other undesirable attributes, but maybe it would be different with Tommy. Every time they’d gotten hot and heavy with each other, it was so good, an intense burn that kept building.

Buck was used to being a service omega, but with Tommy, he hadn't fallen into that role. He didn't feel like a wind-up toy, only good for one use, one purpose. His world had been shaken and turned upside down. He actually felt kind of giddy, for once.

“Y-you said I could set the pace, but I also don’t want to pressure you,” Buck continued. “If you’re not ready yet or don’t want to, that’s totally fine. Or if we get to the middle of things and you decide it’s too much—t-that I’m too much—you don’t have to stay.”

That already went unspoken, but Buck wanted to assure Tommy that he had an out. He wasn’t stuck with Buck if he got too whiny, too needy, too clingy. Like he always did.

Tommy’s grip on him had gone slack. He was silent for so long Buck had to sit up and turn around. Tommy looked… kind of horrified, actually.

Buck’s stomach twisted. That was definitely not the reaction he’d been hoping for.

He backtracked. “O-or! Secret third option: We can forget this conversation ever happened and go on a fun date after my cycle is over. I was looking at this new sushi place the other day that has—”

“No.” Tommy let out a slow breath, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I’m just still trying to process what you said. You think I would leave you in the middle of your heat? That's ludicrous, Evan. Even if, for whatever reason, I couldn’t continue, I wouldn’t abandon any omega like that.” Tommy tilted Buck's chin up gently, eyes filled with sincerity. “Especially not my omega. Have past partners done that to you?”

“Uh.” Buck swallowed hard, feeling suddenly very off-kilter and overwhelmed. “Yes? I’m… you know, a l-lot to handle. D-difficult. E-e-exhausting. It’s okay.”

“Oh, it is so far from okay,” Tommy said. His scent had changed, no longer relaxed. Filling the air with an edge of bitter anger he was trying to keep at bay.

Buck didn’t know what to do, so he followed his instincts and hugged his Alpha. Tommy's tension released. He hugged Buck back. They nuzzled each other, Buck focusing on Tommy's scent gland.

“And now you’re comforting me,” Tommy added with a weak chuckle of disbelief.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Buck murmured, burying his nose in Tommy’s shoulder and kissing it.

“I’m upset for you, Evan. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You're none of those things.” Buck made an involuntary sound, and Tommy squeezed him. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’m going to show you what a heat is supposed to be like.”

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[yatsurinamikaze]

Ch 3. Feel it Still.

Summary > One > Two > Three > Four

Aomine Daiki x Reader [MDNI]

Aomine groans as he wakes up, stretching his arms, Well no practice at least. He rubs and squints his eyes as he sees a tail wagging at the edge of his bed. Wha- “I was wondering you could take care of Tetsuya 2 since you won’t be playing for a couple of days.” Kuroko talks calmly, looking up at him in anticipation. “Yeah sure.”

The bell goes off in Aomine’s head, Wait a second. His brain short circuits, as he looks between Kuroko and Tetsuya 2 subsequently. ”What-how- WHEN DID YOU GET IN.”

Kuroko just smiles and puts Tetsuya 2 on Aomine’s lap. “Thank you.” Momoi speaks from the other end of the room,”Riko said you should still be there.”“ Aomine short circuits again, “You are here too?!!”

Momoi giggles as Aomine grumbles, “Remind me to change my locks.”

“You will be there right?” Momoi Satsuki, who is the chief analyst of the Basketball Association, studies his expression tilting her head. Normally Aomine would have skipped, since what’s the point of going if you can’t play ball but your pretty face pops into his head and he responds, “Yeah, whatever.” As he scratches the back of his neck.

To his dismay, you don’t show up at the practice, something about recovering from jetlag and sleeping in late. To his further dismay, he was now the errand boy for the group.

“Hey Mine-chin, can you get some fruit chuppets for me? Im not feeling it without ‘em today. And since you’re not doing anything..” Murasakibara trails off in his usual jarring tone. “And if you’re getting those, can you also get some Sparkling Water, Aominechhi?” Kise peeps from behind Murasakibara. Aomine gives them the death stare and soon, there’s a list of errands he has to run for everyone.

He groans and starts dragging his feet to the supermarket along with Tetsuya 2. Upon paying for all the things he just bought, his phone dings. “Can you get my knee pads? - My apartment is on the way. The door code is 458902” - Kagami. Great. Him too. He rolls his eyes. Just keeps getting worse this day.

He starts making his way with the little pup following him enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, at your place, you step out of the cold shower with a towel wrapped around yourself, the ends of your hair still dripping wet. You finally feel better from sleeping in late and taking the cold shower. You blast music on max volume, Feel it Still playing as you rock along the beat.

You start grooving to the music, your feet and body moves animatedly pretending to be a sexy dancer. You bend down and pick up your panties from your suitcase, you get up sexily with your hips moving in circular motion, you do a final hairlip as you get up.

You flip around to your make-believe audience, with your left hand on your waist and right hand raised holding your panties. You scream in shock as you see the same blue-haired male standing in front of you, same shock etched on his face, his mouth open in bewilderment.

Your mind is racing like the wind and face is getting red in embarrassment. You watch him slowly close his mouth and gulp. You both look at each other in stupor, unable to form words.

As the music dies down, the silence pierces through the room, breaking the stupor. Your eyebrows start scrunching up in anger, and he takes it as a queue to look away from you, you can see a red hue forming on his cheeks. You fold your arms, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I uh-“ Before he could finish, he’s interrupted by a loud shriek, he looks back at you only to find you on top of the coffee table pointing at Tetsuya 2, “What the hell is that?” You notice the little pup and start freaking out, you have never been a dog person, and are scared shitless of them.

Tetsuya 2 on the other hand just wags his tail and pounces around the coffee table trying to get to you. Aomine starts laughing looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes forming tears.

“What the hell are you laughing at” You scream as you jump from one couch to the other. “Take it back!!”

At this point Tetsuya 2 manages to jump on your couch. Shrieking, you jump from that couch to the one near Aomine, but right before your take off, Tetsuya 2 bites down on your towel.

Aomine’s eyes become wide as you jump onto him, completely naked, shrieking and putting your arms around him, his basketball reflexes catching you bridal style. He freezes as he looks down at you, naked, drenched, and in his arms. Your hair dripping water onto your soft body. You are breathing hard, your eyes are closed in fear.

Aomine chuckles and commands Tetsuya 2, “Hey 2, sit.”

You open one eye and see the pup sitting down, wagging his tail, no longer jumping on you.

You sigh in relief and look up at Aomine, still in his hold, and then back to your body. You shriek watching yourself completely naked and get off Aomine in a hurry. “S-stop looking!”

Aomine turns around trying to control his laughter, he walks to the pup taking the towel clutched between the pup’s teeth and handing it you, with his back still turned towards you. You quickly take it and wrap it around yourself. He picks up Tetsuya 2 in his hands.

“And what exactly are you doing here?” You walk back to your suitcase. “Don’t look.” You pick up a sweatpant and a loose hoody.

“I came here to get Kagami’s knee pads. He forgot ‘em here.” Aomine states with his back turned to you. You quickly put the clothes on you. “Im done.”

Aomine turns around to look at you, little pup smiling in his hold. “Aomine Daiki”

“Y/n L/n.” You open the drawer and toss the knee pads at Aomine.

He catches ‘em,”Nice to meet ya.” He says with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, whatever. Close the door on your way out.” You speak calmly, trying to act cool, as if nothing happened.

He walks towards the door, when he turns around, “Im uh-..Im sorry about the..whole thing”

“Cool.” You shrug looking away.

The door clicks as he exits.

“Ughhhhh” You groan loudly and lie face down on the couch, burying your face in the pillow. You’re embarrassed as hell, and start screaming into the pillow, “The fuck! The fuck! The fuck!” You groan once more.

You hear someone clearing their throat, and you look up from the pillow, your eyes blowing out of their sockets. He’s still here. Just kill me already.

“I-uh. I forgot to take the groceries.” He says with the shit-eating grin.

“Just leave.”

He quickly picks up the groceries and winks at you before turning back to open the door.

“And never come back again.”

“Sure thing.” He says while leaving. You can feel him grinning and are staring daggers on his back. The door clicks shut.

You groan, “I hate this life.” And bury your head in the pillow again.

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Summary > One > Two > Three > Four

Author’s Note:

- I hope it came out as hilarious as I imagined it in my head. :D

- Interaction is my motivation juice. Taglist is open.

[3gremlins]

i don't remember if i posted this (sometimes i run out of spoons setting up my queue/writing image descriptions and then i just don't post anything b/c i don't want to post things without descriptions*) but whatever!

did this back in october b/c there was that "kind of cat" meme going around bsky i think? and i thought it'd be fun to illustrate some of them. the plan is to eventually make them stickers but I am obviously behind on that T.T will be available in the store and earlier for patreon supporters when i get them made (stickers are always a little behind- tho by the time this posts, maybe i will have gotten to them already)

My cats fit several of these descriptions (izzy is for sure a snack master, and merrill is both a crime child and le slinkus) but i only used merrill as inspo for one (crime child) since i wanted to show different types of cats.

def have plans to do a few more but as always, my attention span is short (but circular!) and has to do a bunch of things before it comes back around to an idea

*though tbh i'm never sure my descriptions are that great :/ i try tho

[thecircularsystem]

I am enjoying following your new blog! But this does mean that I can no longer search for you in the way I used to, which was typing "circular-b" into the search bar and waiting for it to come up, which had the pleasant side effect of making me think of a circular bee 😄🐝

That is such a grave error on my part, rebranding was a mistake, back to 30+ blogs I go!!!

Joking, joking.

But imagine if I had a circular blog for every letter…

Circular-Answers (ask blog, tried it once)

Circular-Bircular (the OG)

Circular-Circular (Reblogging my own posts)

Circulars-Diatribes (Rants I don’t post publicly)

Circular-Eulogy (vent blog)

Circular-Fruit (blog about being gay)

Circular-Gay (also about being gay)

Circular-Hercular (either about gender or about hit Disney renaissance classic Hercules and other similar vibes)

C-Irkular (Petty blog for being a little bitch with)

Circular-Jerkular (shhh don’t tell anyone)

Circular-Kirkular (Star Trek fan blog)

Circular-Love (positivity blog)

Circulars-Musings (musing blog where I write my random rambles that get very derailed)

Circular-Nocturnal (a blog for strictly those after midnight posts I sometimes write up. Like this one)

Circulars-Optics (optical illusion and unreality blog)

Circulars-Pictures (just a photo blog of things from my life)

Circulars-Queue (just my own posts, reblogged; but now using the queue function)

Circulars-Reasoning (lmao)

Circular-Sircular (syscourse posts but written like I’m a knight in Medieval times)

Circular-Thirstcular (thirst posts)

Circular-Underated (Me boosting and reblogging the ever loving shit out of my own posts)

Circular-Vents (Surprisingly, my among us blog)

Circular-Winning (celebration posts)

Circular-Xylophone (posting my music)

Circular-Youth (blog for my littles to go ham)

Zircular (another gender blog)

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

In my post about expanding on Nero's Buster mechanic, I mentioned wanting to incorporate Tomboy's moves into Nero's standard moveset. Let me elaborate on that.

Tomboy's air attacks, Bloody Queen Air and Red Queen Air EX, would be the easiest to incorporate.

Bloody Queen Air is a Revolver-like move that slowly sends Nero to the ground as he spins, slashing with Red Queen. I would incorporate this into his air combo, making it his new Air Combo B (performed by performing the first hit of the air combo, pausing, then pressing the Attack button again), making his Roulette Spin his Air Combo C.

Bloody Queen EX is a downward swing, followed by another downward swing that sends Nero to the ground. I would give this a similar input to Hard Way, performed by holding and releasing the Attack button.

Incorporating the ground attacks is tricky, but not impossible, provided another change is made to Nero's moveset.

In Devil May Cry 5, Nero's Devil Breaker moves and his Devil Bringer are mapped to different buttons (Circle/B and R2/RT by default). However, if the player could utilize the directional pad to manually select Devil Breakers rather than cycling through them in an inflexible order, perhaps they could also select Nero's Devil Bringer instead, using the same button to control it as they do to control his Devil Breakers.

I'm picturing something a little similar to Dante's Style Wheel from Devil May Cry 4, with Nero's Devil Bringer occupying the same position as Dante's Darkslayer style. I'm thinking that switching from one Breaker to another would destroy the currently equipped Breaker, but the player should be able to switch between their current Breaker and the Devil Bringer easily.

The only significant downside to this is that Nero would no longer be able to use Bringer Knuckle during their Devil Breaker moves, not without some very time sensitive directional pad presses. The Devil Bringer moveset I designed doesn't really have a Forward action, maybe some way to queue a Bringer Knuckle that will activate on Nero's next attack? Maybe holding or repeating the input could delay the activation further, up to three attacks ahead? It's a bit of a complicated solution, but it's worth exploring.

But with all this in mind, perhaps Nero would still have access to Maximum Bet and Showdown with his Devil Bringer selected, but with a Devil Breaker selected he'd be able to perform Tomboy's ground attacks, Red Queen Combo EX and Bloody Queen, with the same inputs.

Red Queen Combo EX is a series of heavy slashes, ended with a fourteenth extra heavy slash. It reminds of Force Edge/Mirage Edge Combo B, in which Vergil alternately swings Yamato and his secondary sword, ending with a leaking circular slash. I think this move would be activated with either Maximum Bet's or Showdown's input, but would only continue as long as the player mashes the Attack button, a little bit like Dante's Dance Macabre.

Bloody Queen is an attack that sends Nero forward and upward, and while it could use Maximum Bet's or Showdown's input, there's actually another option I like better, that occurred to me due to how much Bloody Queen reminds me of Vergil's Rising Star. Rising Star is performed when the player holds the Attack button during Rapid Slash, so perhaps Bloody Queen could be performed when the player holds the Attack button during Streak. I like this because it would make room for Nero to have a brand new Red Queen attack using either Maxim Bet's or Showdown's input.

And while I touched on this in the previous post, I want to reiterate that I want Tomboy's EX Shot to be incorporated into Nero's standard moveset too.

In past entries, the player is basically obligated to remap the Gun button in order to take full advantage of Charge Shots, so one change I'd make is mapping Color Up to Back-To-Forward + Gun, and have Blue Rose automatically charge so long as at least one Color Up shot is available.

On top of this, if the player uses the Back-To-Forward + Gun input with all three Color Up shots available, Nero will enter the manual aiming stance associated with Tomboy's EX Shot.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in Blue Towelling Robe No. 1, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

Many thanks to everyone that listened to The Letter C (Pt. 6).   Thanks for all your emails, messages, texts and WhatsApps.  Apologies if I didn’t get to your shout.  If you missed the show, it’s up on my MixCloud page.

Sunday was quite a day!  Of course, the weather was pants but that didn’t stop us.  As usual, went to Sainsbury’s in the morning!  Didn’t buy much but the bill was huge!  The Cost Of Greed Crisis will affect more people this year, more people will be unable to pay their bills, unless the powers-that-be can actual govern!

An elderly Brazilian woman stopped behind me in the queue and she only had a few thing in her basket, so I let her go before me.  “Thank you, thank you,” she said profusely.  “No problem,” I said.  “And you have a beautiful face!” she added.  Naturally, I blushed.  Obviously, kindness makes you more attractive.  She looked in my trolley and saw Red Stripe.  “Party?” she asked.  “No, these are for my wife!”  She pointed at her face, “You don’t have alcoholic face.”  She just meant I didn’t look as if I drank and I don’t really; I rarely get drunk.  Too much alcohol takes its toll on your body.

In the afternoon, we were round the North Circular and up the M11 to Cambridge, to a very nice venue/community centre called Storey’s Field Centre in Eddington.  My cousin Hassan and his wife Huda (we went to Jamaica for their wedding) are having a baby (due in March), so we were there for a baby shower.  Both families are brilliant organisers, so everything was perfect: venue, food, drinks, snacks, music, flowers, cakes.  It’s a pleasure to attend a well-organised function with happy, smiley faces. 

Coming through Neasden, I saw one of those bloody Lime bikes hanging off the pavement.  A thoughtless, inconsiderate action.  People say that life is hard but I definitely feel that we do not help each other!   

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday.  I love you all.

[raisindave]

[Chapter 2] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Calling it a “whole women’s dormitory wing” was bold. What you encountered was more of a broom closet at the end of a hallway, with all the modern amenities of ceiling tiling that you’re almost positive is covered with asbestos. On the bright side, you had the luxury of having a bathroom to yourself, diligently marked by a yellow sticky note taped to the door with the word “Women’s” on it.

The sound of the familiar beeping of your standard-issue wristwatch forced you to remember that you were in an unfamiliar bed. You slap your hand down on the watch beside your bed, lazily running your thumb along its edge to flick the off button. Begrudgingly dragging your sluggish body from the heavy comfort of your warm blankets, it was time to get up and report for duty. Whatever that duty was.

Stepping down your hallway, you spy the unmistakable classic military special of pale oak circular tables signifying a mess hall: pale green linoleum floors, creased and bumpy from age, wear, and harsh climate. Almost on queue, a chair screeched backwards, detecting motion as you rounded the corner.

“Salsaaaa, nice to meet you. I’m John, but you can call me Soap.” You couldn’t easily forget his mohawk hairstyle, paired with the thick Scottish accent aligning with the flag emblem on his profile. “That’s Kyle Garrick. We call him Gaz.”

Gaz smiled and raised a hand in a dutiful wave, rising to hike over to greet you. Tall, slender, with dark, kind eyes that didn’t match the vicious demeanour you’d expect with someone with his confirmed kill count.

“Big fucker is Ghost, but you’re welcome to call him-”

“We’re going rucking, be geared in 20,” ‘Big fucker’ interjected, commanding the air out of the room.

Your eyebrows furrowed, a sly smile tugging at your lips as your eyes darted to gauge the reaction of your newfound comrades. You hadn’t gone rucking in ages—one of the perks of being a specialist. There was no way they were saying you had to go rucking with them. The thermostat said the outdoor temperature was a crisp -32 c, and the sun had no intention of rising for at least another two hours.

So much for being “just a translator.”

Ghost finally rose, though you wish he didn’t. His size triggered your fight or flight response, and Ghost would raise your hackles if you were a dog. That pale, skeletal mask crudely stitched onto a dark balaclava was like something straight out of a nightmare. You can see how this mask might effectively intimidate enemies, but you struggle to understand why he’s wearing it around comrades. You keep your gaze forward and back straight as instinctive compliance kicks in. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps approached you.

“This isn’t a vacation,” he leaned forward, penetrating your field of view, “lives are on the line, Corporal.”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Words were jutting out of you as if you’d just been punched in the gut.

Rucking is not for the faint of heart. At least, not for you. For all you know, it could be a piece of cake. However, specialists usually get a pass to dodge rucking requirements with the excuse of study or practice. Price must have assumed that position, seeing as he was absent. A lack of training, compounded by a beyond hostile climate, meant the pack of equipment on your back was immensely heavy, even at a stationary position outside the base, especially not at the ass crack of the morning.

Ghost was leading the group, three perfect soldiers dutifully wearing their snow camouflage like they were born to it. The three of them were elegant, armoured troopers, willing and able to snuff the life out of a person in an instant. You, however, look like a tire company mascot. The smallest possible issue for the thermal pants left masses of unused fabric on your ankles and wrists. At least the elastic-based balaclava was snug on your face. White puffs of steam from everyone’s mouths stated the obvious: It’s fucking cold.

The boys didn’t make it easy either, dropping into dead sprints at indeterminate intervals, scrambling up cliff faces. Digging the heels of your boots into the snow, a slide down a small hill offered an infinitesimal break from the weight on your shoulders, swiftly followed by the next task of rising to your feet and catching up.

Air burned into your lungs, scorching your throat and searing into your chest. Cold, sweet spit floods into your open mouth. It’s hard to think straight when every ounce of energy goes toward lifting each foot out of the sinking snow, but it’s harder even to consider having to scan for hypothetical enemies in this condition.

“I take it they don’t go rucking much in the Shire, hey Salsa?” Called a Scottish voice from the top of a sheer hill you hadn’t even considered climbing. That’s a tally of two jokes about your height, and it’s not even been 12 hours.

He’ll have to settle for stern eye contact as an answer, which he smirked back at and disappeared behind the hill. Lacking dexterity thanks to the subzero climate, gloved fingers fumbled to grip powdery snow as you heaved your knees up to support the climb. Hot puffs of white steam cloud your vision and the top of the hill.

The scenery was beautiful, at least. A moment's pause gave your body a short moment to stop aching in strain to let you consider the view. Cresting sun over the frozen territory, a blanket of muffling snow made the whole world sound wonderfully silent. This virgin wilderness is like something out of a Bob Ross painting, and it could almost make the rucking worth it. Almost.

“We head back to base camp. Keep up.” Ghost’s husky Manchester accent cut through the silence; it took your frozen mind a moment to register his barbed comment. His frigid gaze sends a chill through your core that the sub-zero climate could never achieve.

Downhill was easy until it wasn’t. The boys made it look easy, gliding over the snow like it didn’t affect them. They even had the nerve to talk while they outran you easily, Gaz jumping up to swat at heavy tree branches, dumping snow on Soap, who ran behind him. Their boots don’t even sink into the snow like yours do. They don’t fumble, or wheeze or sweat. It was Soap who approached your narrow field of view, he had turned around to wait for you to jog along.

Pockets of hot and cold air settled in all the wrong places. Sweat pooled under your blazing hot thermal jacket while the promise of frostbite kissed the exposed skin on your wrist. There’s something sickening about the overstimulation, screaming into your conscience with each step.

Wordlessly meeting his unreadable blue eyes, he gripped the back of your pack, heaving it free from your shoulders, slipping his arms through the loops. Featherlight relief flooded into you as you unburdened your shoulders from the pack. Having adjusted to carrying all the extra weight, you almost effortlessly kept pace, finally feeling the cold air fill your lungs.

You finally had the opportunity to take in more details of your comrades. The three were nearly indistinguishable from behind, all in the same standard-issue winter armour and gear built for this type of climate. However, Ghost clearly stood about half a head taller than the other two, striding through the snow in steps that counted for two of yours. Gaz bounced along, only tailed by Soap, who seemed entirely unfazed by the extra weight. Showoff.

“Sergeant.” Ghost barked, jolting you to attention.

Raising your gaze once again, you caught Soap as he shrugged off your extra pack in one fell swoop, holding it limply toward Ghost. Sometimes, it was hard to tell if Ghost was mad; his resting demeanour seemed agitated. In this case, he was pissed off. That much was written in stone. The way he turned and locked his gaze on you, it sucked heat out of your face. Closing the distance between you two in only a few steps, his immense height blocked out the sun as he stood the closest to you since you started rucking before the sun was even up. Looking up at him through snow-covered eyelashes, he flicked his arm, flinging your sack into your chest, knocking the wind from your lips.

“Toughen up.”

For the remaining distance, you put your heart and soul into keeping pace, refusing to allow yourself to consider slowing down and risking the wrath of the Lieutenant. At this point, you were running on the fumes of shame and sheer willpower.

It took the remaining strength you had not to drop and lay on the floor like a starfish. Alas, once again, appearances take priority as you tried to go for that smug nothing hurts me disposition despite the situation on the hike. Pushing closed your quarters' door, you finally shuck off the remaining thermal layers after returning your body armour and pack bashfully to Ghost in the makeshift armoury. Peeling off the second pair of pants, you lay on the cot, overworked muscles radiating heat, thighs scorching to the touch.

Rifling through your bag for a fresh edition of the same standard t-shirt and pants you’ve been prescribed for years, eyes caught the white envelope Laswell handed you yesterday. You clumsily ripped the seal, unfurling a new SIM card, and a smile warmed your face. At least you’ll be able to make a call. It made you wonder if she knew you’d be on edge and needed a pep talk from a familiar voice. If it’s 09:00 here, it’s got to be… 22:00 in California. With luck, he’ll pick up.

On days like this, Uncle Chucky was your lifeline. A voice of reason, a bastion of wisdom, a tad bit of an alcoholic, and someone who’s been in the military since before you were conceived. Chucky is the kind of person that makes the world go round,’ but too much of him will drive you crazy. Delightfully stubborn, pleasantly infuriating, and a damn good sense of humour. The familiar phone number was an effortless dial.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m usually so confident, so sure-footed, I’m so on edge, and they can tell.” Your voice was thick with irritation, picking at your fingernails with your phone pinned between your shoulder and ear.

“You said you felt on edge when you first landed in Somalia, but those nerves passed the second you started working.”

“Somalia was different. I had other specialists with me, not just soldiers.” You kick the toe of your boot on the doorframe, “not to mention other new faces with which I could blend in. This time, I'm the sole outlier.”

“That’s the thing when you get yourself in the military, my love.” An audible sigh came from his side microphone before he spoke again. “The big fish picked on the little fish. Eventually, you survive getting pecked at long enough to chirp at the people below you.”

“It’s fucking gross. It’s like a boys' club. I’ll never be in their circle, not really.”

“That’s it, I’m pulling the plug,” you shook as an unbecoming booming voice rose from the speaker, “Enough with the pity party. They’re testing your limits, and you’re letting them win. Get - a fucking - grip, Lua.”

Your head spun at the change of tone, enraptured by shock as his burst of agitation faded into something more patient.

“Baby love, I know you can do this, and if you weren’t qualified, they wouldn’t have chosen you.” Chuck breathed into the mic, stifling a laugh before speaking again, “Y’know, in my final years in the Marines, whenever someone tried to puff up their feathers at me, I’d imagine them crying listening to Mr. Brightside. Works every time.”

Laughter erupted from you as your mind wrapped around the sentiment. A gentle tear streaming down Ghost’s mask as he hiccuped back tears, listening to the whimsical musings of The Killers. Calmness and confidence swirled into your chest, breathing a satisfying breath for the first time in what felt like months.

“On the Brightside, heh, I got a stupid little nickname for being a fucking moron at my first meeting… They’re calling me Salsa now. Apparently, I was slipping and fumbling, and it looked like dancing.” You smirked, nipping at the raw skin around your fingernails.

The unmistakable snort of someone inhaling their drink in laughter burst from your speakers.

“They call you Salsa?”

“Mhmm.”

“My love, Salsa is … “ he smothered a laugh.

“What?”

“Salsa is an acronym. It- it means ‘Student Aviator Lacking Situational Awareness,’ they’re fucking with you.”

A spark of shame sliced across your brow. You thought they were being sweet and endearing… giving you a cheeky nickname to welcome you to the crew. The reality was a thinly veiled malicious jab at you. They found humour in your nerves about being a lone female, surrounded by strangers, in a place where nobody would be able to find you if you disappeared. As quickly as your shame faded, a new emotion manifested: white-hot rage.

“I gotta go. I love you, Chuck, I’ll be in touch.” swallowing your bile to donate the last few moments of calmness to your precious uncle before the end call button clicked. Like that, you shrugged into your quarter-zip and tore down the hall.

They had the nerve to be in the gym as if the morning ruck you’ll feel in your bones for days was a lazy evening stroll. Something about how they carried on as best buddies, humiliating you in code while smiling to your face, made your blood boil. It made you question if Soap knew Ghost would give you an earful if he took your pack off your back.

“Y’know, that’s real fucking sweet of you,” your voice cut into the small gym. “Pretending to be nice to me.”

Stepping forward, you closed the distance as eyebrows furrowed over blue and brown eyes. They even had the nerve to look shocked, their dumbfounded faces looking like a deer in headlights. Your jaw worked before you spoke.

“Salsa… Student Aviator Lacking Situational Awareness?”

Soap huffed out a laugh, but a sharp look from Gaz extinguished his smile.

“Funny, it takes a big man to make a girl feel like shit as soon as I step into your little clubhouse. Don’t worry, I won't be here for long.” Take extra care to accentuate every syllable, resting your palms resting on your waist to avoid the possibility of you throwing a fridge at them.

“We were just being cheeky,” Gaz spoke up for the two, “didn’t mean anythin’ by it.”

“Cheeky? Picking on someone who’s burdened with having a different skillset from you. What’re you, five?” You spat back.

“We’ve all been jabbed at when we’re the new guy, we’ve all been at the butt end of some banter.”

You bit back the creeping urge to spit back that your situation is nothing like his. Of course, those two knuckleheads didn’t have the empathy to grasp the situation from your perspective. You blinked, simmering in your thoughts. Wrath, translating into a simmering rage, washed into you. Working your jaw from side to side, you ended the silence.

“Cheers.”

Before anything had time to register, you were walking down the hall toward your linen closet of a bedroom, fingernails digging into your sweaty palms. White hot rage darkened your vision, electrified by a simmering sense of self-consciousness. In an instant, you snapped out as you caught Laswell’s gaze past your furrowed brow, dissolving your demeanour, manifesting your most polite smile to shield her from any indication that everything isn’t peachy. You took the opportunity to duck into the bathroom. Despite her unique ability to follow you, you deemed it a safe option. However, you genuinely had the excuse to take a much-needed shower. A precious opportunity that you refused to let pass.

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[milktoast-femboy]

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[crispychrissy]

Connected - Part 4

Summary: Dr. Austin's theory is put to the test, and she shows Tony, Bucky, and Steve the woman behind the mystery. Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2976 Warnings: Angst, medical stuff, stretching the medical science behind the super soldier serum, discussion of Bucky's previous trauma & a mention of the horrible things the Nazi's did A/N: I apologize for the late posting, I fell asleep so hard last night I didn't have a chance to queue this, and then I was out all day (good 14 hours out and about) so I am just now able to post the new chapter since I'm home now. As I mentioned in a prior post, I no longer have a forever taglist, but I will still tag series specific people if they request. You can also follow this story & others on my Ao3 as well. The series was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy! Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged in the series. :)

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Bucky made a quick call to Shuri who, after a thorough interrogation as to why he was asking, assured him his arm would not be affected by the magnets of an MRI machine. So now, Bucky was laying down on his back inside the machine and staring at the small glass covered camera embedded in the inside curve of the plastic above him.

“Stop staring at the camera, Barnes, you’re giving off some crazy resting murder face right now,” Tony’s staticky voice came through the pair of disposable earbuds he was wearing to protect his hearing from the noise of the scan. “Might sell these scans to Ripley’s Believe It or Not. You actually do have something going on in that head of yours.”

“As much as I know you want to answer, Sergeant Barnes, please do not speak or move,” Dr. Austin’s voice came through after what sounded like a small scuffle for the microphone.

Bucky blinked several times in an unnatural yet controlled fashion, and when he heard Steve’s laughter coming through the earbuds, he had to fight the urge to smile, knowing Steve got the message he blinked out in Morse code.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U T-O-N-Y

The scan was over almost a half an hour later, and Bucky couldn’t hide his exhale of relief once the table began to slide out of the massive scanner. Confined spaces still made his skin crawl and flash back to the cryo tube he was kept in, but the MRI was surprisingly open in design and not like the ones he usually remembered seeing in hospitals. When he brought it up to Dr. Austin on their way back to her office, she smiled at him and explained most of the soldiers they treat have PTSD and claustrophobia, so an open MRI design was necessary for the comfort of the patients she treats.

It made sense, and when they entered her office and Bucky’s stomach growled for the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes, she tossed him the orange he’d been eyeing earlier before taking a seat at her desk and flipping open her laptop.

“Normally we have to wait for the images to be reviewed by a radiologist, but I’m well versed in how to read brain scans,” Dr. Austin explained, clicking a few times before leaning forward to study the screen. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” Bucky asked, using his teeth to bite a chunk of the orange’s peel off since his right hand didn't have nails long enough, and his left didn’t have nails at all. Once he could see the flesh of the orange underneath, he slid his flesh finger under the remaining peel and began to remove it in large pieces, trying to avoid getting sticky juice on his metal hand.

Dr. Austin spun her laptop around to show Bucky the image on her screen. It was a scan of his head, he could tell that, but the mess of swirling bright colors on the inside where his brain was made his eyes hurt. There were bright greens and blues swirled with more vibrant reds and pinks dancing around inside the image. “This is your brain.”

“Looks more like those posters… the ‘this is your brain on drugs’ pictures if they were made in the sixties, Doc,” Tony said. “I’m guessing it’s not supposed to look like that?”

“No. There’s so much brain activity that it’s likely what’s been burning through your energy and why you’ve been hungry all the time,” Dr. Austin explained. “Any type of brain activity, including emotions and problem solving, requires energy, whether it’s planning a complex strategy of attack for a mission or a simple math problem or crying at a sad part in a movie. Overworking the mind usually leads to tiredness, which leads to sleep, naturally refreshing those energy reserves. Most humans don’t expend enough energy, even when the brain is very active, to require major replenishment. Take Mr. Stark for example.”

Tony looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes, you’re a very intelligent man, and I’m guessing that when you’re elbow deep in your inventions or developing something, you don’t sleep and will go days without rest… so you find you get somewhat hungry at random times, right?” Dr. Austin asked.

“Well, yeah, I usually keep snacks around the lab that I nibble on so I don’t have to leave to make an actual meal. It ruins the momentum,” Tony said, confusion in his voice. “Pep’s found me passed out over the kitchen counter halfway through making a sandwich.

“Your body shut down and went to sleep before you were even able to replenish that energy via food since sleep is more efficient. So, that is a normal human mind.” Tony opened his mouth to protest, when Dr. Austin rolled her eyes and switched analogies. “Fine, that’s a standard engine, if you will, that can easily be refueled by a small energy source for a limited amount of time before it needs to be shut down and rebooted,” Dr. Austin said, slowly twirling her right pointer finger in a circle.

“Alright, I’m following you so far.” Tony’s head was slightly moving along with the circular rotation of her finger.

“Now, in the case of our super soldiers here, imagine that engine, but amplified almost five hundred percent,” Dr. Austin began to rotate her finger faster and faster until it was a blur of movement. “The need for sleep is suppressed by the serum, since alertness is crucial in combat, so that reboot requirement is easier to put off. In order to keep this kind of engine going at the same speed and level of activity for prolonged periods, it would burn through a small snack, or a small source of energy, too quickly and would signal the driver of the car, if you will, that it needed more.”

“So you’re saying that something is making Bucky’s brain so active, and he’s burning through so much energy, that it’s manifesting as hunger to make sure he keeps up with what’s being expended?” Steve asked, his mouth slightly open in shock. “I mean, I always remember being hungry after mission strategy and planning meetings, but I just assumed it was because I was bored or had skipped a meal.”

Dr. Austin shook her head. “Nope. You were using your brain in overdrive, doing quick calculations and mission scenarios in your head to find the best possible plan of action, much faster than any normal human brain would be able to calculate. It makes you an excellent strategist, but that kind of brain power burns a lot of energy.”

Bucky snorted in disbelief and leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “It makes sense. I was a good sniper when I was first in the Army during the war, but after Zola… after he injected me with that bastardized version of the serum… I could calculate trajectory angles and wind velocities and distances in my head in seconds, didn’t have to write them out to do the calculations. Didn’t even need a spotter anymore.”

Dr. Austin nodded. “Exactly. The serum allowed you extra mental acuity at the expense of more energy consumption.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Bucky’s brain is lit up like a psychedelic Christmas tree,” Tony said, gesturing to the laptop image. “Barnes obviously isn’t doing any kind of advanced calculus in his head right now.” Tony looked at Bucky. “You’re not right?” Bucky shook his head and Tony continued, “so why is his brain so active?”

“And that leads me to my theory about Y/N,” Dr. Austin said, standing up from her chair. “Follow me, gentlemen. And Sergeant Barnes,” he looked over and raised a brow as he trailed after her into the hallway, “please let me know if you feel any increased feelings of hunger or exhaustion. The effects might come on quickly, so please let me know if, or when, you feel anything.”

Bucky nodded, and looked over to where Steve was walking to his right. Thanks to their childhood friendship, Steve could always see anxiety and nervousness in Bucky even when he tried to hide it, like when he saw Bucky off the morning he shipped off to Europe. Bucky kept his face stoic, but when Steve hugged him goodbye, Bucky was practically trembling under the Army-hardened mask he had worn then.

Steve reached over and clasped a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze of reassurance.

The doctor led them down several hallways, until they reached another wing of the military hospital which held secure patient rooms that could be locked down if necessary, whether due to outbursts of violence due to psychological issues from recovering soldiers or to hold prisoners who had been injured and needed medical intervention. Dr. Austin stopped in front of a room at the end of the hallway and gestured to the one-way mirror in front of her.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N Y/L/N.”

The three men stepped closer and looked into the room, all eyes frozen on the figure sitting upright in the hospital bed. Y/N had shoved herself in the farthest possible corner of the bed, her knees tucked under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. The photo in her file, and even the video of her they’d seen looked nothing like the woman before them. She looked almost emaciated, her skin a sickly pale that was almost translucent, and her stringy grease matted hair twitched slightly as her body trembled.

“Jesus,” Steve breathed. “She… she looks like those prisoners… the ones—”

Bucky swallowed and nodded. “From Natzweiler, yeah, I remember.” Bucky took a deep breath, fighting against the telltale tingle in his mind of a long since forgotten memory beginning to rise up like a wave. “Doc… is she eating?”

“She was when she first got here, but only if the food was left for her after she passed out from exhaustion,” Dr. Austin explained. “Now, ever since things have escalated, she rips out her IV’s, pulls out NG tubes, and refuses any food we bring her. I’m not going to sedate her just because it’ll make it easier to feed her, we haven’t reached that level of intervention yet, but we’re getting close. She told one of our staff yesterday, in Russian, that she was not going to eat any of our poisoned food, that she wasn’t some kind of lab experiment and that we were animals for not just shooting her in the head to get it over with.”

All of the air in Bucky’s lungs came out in one hard breath like he’d been punched in the chest, and he had to brace himself against the windowsill to keep his knees from buckling. “Fuck.”

“Bucky?” Steve gasped at Bucky’s sudden weakness, grabbing onto his friend’s arm and placing a gentle hand on his back. ”What? Are you feeling the stuff Dr. Austin mentioned?”

Bucky grit his teeth and closed his eyes at the onslaught of memory fragments bombarding him. “No, I’m… I don’t know, maybe? I just… she’s…” Bucky’s thoughts were so jumbled he could barely form a coherent sentence, even in his head. He made a choked off noise that sounded more like a sob before he lifted his head to look at Y/N. “She’s reliving my captivity with Hydra. This… this was after I was transferred from the facility the Russians held me in after they found me to the one where Zola did his experiments. They were, umm, they were testing the limits of the serum, trying to figure out what I could survive.”

Steve’s face dropped and he took a sharp breath in. Bucky’s captivity and torture was not something he talked about often outside his therapy sessions. Steve only knew a handful of stories, ones that had come directly from Bucky’s mouth, and even then they were very hard stories for him to tell—lots of starting and stopping, frequent breaks, and plenty of tears. But here, with two extra people with him, and one being a stranger?

“Buck, you don’t have to talk about it,” Steve whispered.

“No, I need… she said exactly what I said to the guards who brought me food one day.” Bucky swallowed hard, flexing his fingers against the painted metal of the windowsill, the cold against his flesh hand grounding him. “They were testing different poisons and how the serum would fight it off… arsenic, ricin, even different kinds of snake and spider venom. I had seizures, strokes, and my heart stopped so many times I lost count.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony murmured, leaning against the wall behind them, his face a few shades paler than it was ten minutes ago. “Y/N is reliving your memories, reliving your life.”

“We need to find a way to pull her out of this,” Bucky said, straightening up with determination even though his bones felt like liquid and his mind was full of numbing static. If Y/N was reliving his life, even if it didn’t seem like the moments were in order, he knew it was only a matter of time until she would experience how the Winter Soldier was born, how he was forged, and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

Dr. Austin nodded and looked back at her patient through the glass. “If my theory is correct, which I believe it is based on your shared memories and brain scans, Y/N’s mind has somehow melded with yours. And your memories, powered by your mind’s energy, have somehow taken over hers, suppressing her personality completely. I don’t know if it was some kind of dormant mutant ability that was activated by the trauma of her captivity and torture, or something else… but there is obviously some kind of link between the two of you that we don’t have the technology to test for and verify. You’re essentially feeding her your memories, which is why your brain is lit up like that and why you’re expending so much energy.”

“It’s like she’s stuck inside one of Stark’s virtual reality headsets and can’t take it off, experiencing everything I went through while my brain keeps playing her different…” Bucky trailed off and his eyes widened before his head snapped to look at Y/N through the glass.

In a flash of movement, Bucky grabbed Dr. Austin’s ID badge from where it was clipped onto her white coat and darted for the door to Y/N’s room, scanning the badge so the door opened with a green light and soft click. Bucky, ignoring the shouts of his name and hands trying to grab at him to pull him back, opened the door and shut it firmly behind him, engaging the door’s auto-lock safety feature that he knows secure wings of hospitals have. The group outside would need to find another ID badge to get in, which would buy him some time.

Y/N’s wide and terrified eyes settled on him, and she tilted her head in an almost confused dog-like fashion, her eyes softening with an air of familiarity. Bucky could feel the hunger gnawing at his stomach turn into sharp cramps that almost made him double over, and there was a soft circle of darkness starting to creep in around his vision.

Bucky took three large steps forward, and even though she flinched away at his sudden movement, Y/N didn’t scramble away to try and avoid his hands as he lifted them. Her weary bloodshot eyes were full of unshed tears, and the closer Bucky’s hands got to her face, the more she began to tremble.

“You’re safe,” he whispered to her in Russian, before repeating the same sentiment in English.

The moment his fingers, both flesh and metal, touched the skin on either side of her face, it felt like he was on the wrong side of an attack from Thor’s hammer. Whatever weakness and hunger he’d been feeling was burned out of his body at the sheer shock cascading through his entire being. It didn’t hurt, but it was bordering on wildly uncomfortable, and Bucky was afraid he’d never be able to let go, his hands stuck to Y/N like a magnet.

There was something different passing between them, more than what touch alone could provide. Trying to understand everything that was happening was overwhelming, but when Bucky focused, he could almost feel Y/N inside his mind, like another whisper of a presence, a ghost in his consciousness. When he reached out in his head for her where he’d felt the ghost of her presence, he was assaulted with bursts of memories he knew were not his own, images of unfamiliar people, places, and things flashing in his mind like photographs. Bucky's curiosity was almost childlike, awestruck and trying to understand what his brain was comprehending, sorting through what Y/N was showing him.

The more information Bucky absorbed, the darker each memory became until it felt like he was wading through molasses, each image being harder and harder to move past. A hoarse whisper of “No” echoed in his mind, and Bucky couldn’t tell if it was his own voice or Y/N’s.

A solid arm wrapped around Bucky’s middle, one much more firm than human flesh would be, and pulled him backward until his hands dropped from Y/N’s face, breaking whatever connection had refused to release him when he’d touched her. Reality came rushing back, and the room and people around him flashed into existence, the change in environment and sound disorienting him and leaving him panting for breath, his knees wobbling.

“She…” Bucky looked over at Y/N, who was just as distressed, and watched her collapse onto the bed, unconscious, before his vision blacked out and darkness took him as well.

***

Connected Tags: @ginger-swag-rapunzel @that-one-gay-girl @fanofalltheficsx @joseyrw @lana-writes-04 @gia-25 @klanceiscannon14 @ahahafudge

[thevalicemultiverse]

We all know how pie tins make really good Frisbees, but would a circular saw do the same job?

Marty: I don’t know, but I do know you’re not testing that theory in here!

Victor: [is already hiding behind the counter, just in case]

[allcprogrammingandalgorithm]

Write a C program to read the distance between two cities in KM. and print that distance in meters, feet, inches and centimeters.

Write a C program to read the distance between two cities in KM. and print that distance in meters, feet, inches and centimeters.

#include<stdio.h> void main() { float km, me, feet,inc,cm; printf("\n\n\tEnter is value::"); scanf("%f",&km); me=km*1000; cm=me*100; feet=cm*3780.5; inc=feet*12; printf("\n meters ::%f",me); printf("\n centimeter ::%f",cm); printf("\n feet ::%f",feet); printf("\n inches ::%f",inc); }

[onegirlatelier]

Recovery Socks | March 2020

It has been a long pause since my last proper entry for a finished object.

People congratulated me on my medical school offer from one of the most prestigious universities in the world, and then people congratulated me on my end-of-term collection prize which was a proof of success at the school. I smiled and said thank you.

I don’t want to talk about it. Nobody has to know about it, and quite frankly I myself do not know what exactly happened. I went from being mildly worried about my weight and easy to become anxious, to this mixture of depression and anxiety and a stomachache after every meal. Am I going to feel okay today? I don’t know. Will I break down in the shoes store if I go there to try on a pair of trainers? I don’t know. Is it okay to feel full? What does my stomach want? Or indeed what is my brain trying to do when it refuses to cooperate with my digestive system? I don’t know.

To put it simply, my mental health annihilated. That’s what it feels like.

The yarn for these socks were liberated from another pair of socks—I attempted to knit Blueberry Waffle socks with it in the beginning of the year for a pair of New Year socks, but things happened and I lost the energy to create anything. By the time I felt like I could do a bit more, that pattern didn’t work for me anymore and I thought it was better to frog the project and start something new.

I am from China and spend a few months each year in the UK for university. In March, just before the full-on breakout of COVID-19 in the UK, I booked the flight ticket three hours after deciding to go back to China, spent three days packing and praying, and I would describe the journey as ‘fleeing back home’. It was filled with angst and uncertainty, and the queues were so long that I started these socks the night before I left my university and finished them even before I came out of the airport.

It was another four or five days before I was allowed to go home. I posted about these socks on social media whilst waiting for my test result, and it was my first moment of comfort after a helpless and terrified night.

I am now home and physically as well as I could be, despite having put on some weight because I had to stay home strictly for 14 days. As is (perhaps) often the case with mental health issues, there are good days and there are bad days. Yesterday I ate a simple cream cake after dinner and appreciated how it was just as good as it had been in my memory. The day before, I just wanted to slice my stomach open.

I am naming these socks Recovery, because it has been long and difficult, and it will continue to be so for a long time.

(I understand most people are having a somewhat difficult time—not to mention our healthcare workers and people with essential responsibilities, though that doesn’t mean the un-coronavirus-related heartbreaks are any less awful. I just hope that everyone is as okay as they can be. And thank you for staying with me, my dear reader.)

 Yarn

Cascade Yarns, Cascade 220. 201m/100g. 100% Peruvian highland wool. 4ply worsted spun.

Main colour (grey): #2442 Fog Hatt 51g.

Contrast colour (red): #2425 Provence 21g.

 Good quality affordable yarn. The yarn definitely became fuzzier after being frogged twice, but overall it was nicely spun, which made it suitable for everyday items such as socks to wear indoors. It performed beautifully in this little colourwork project, though I would say it has good stitch definition for cable work as well.

It doesn’t smell too sheep-y but it doesn’t smell like chemicals either, which is good.

I also like that it is non-superwash. I have cold feet but rarely wear socks when I am at home, plus wool socks don’t need to be washed after every wear if your feet aren’t particularly sweaty.

 Pattern

Camp Moran Socks by Michel Weaver.

Clear pattern. It has instruction for only one sock, but if you want to have the colourwork completely symmetrical (as I did) or add ribbing to the medial section of the arch for better support, you can easily do so.

I only used two colours since that was what I had, and it worked out good enough.

 Finished Measurements

My leg circumference near ankle is about 22~23cm. My foot circumference is about 21cm. These socks fit me well as indoor socks, but for outdoor socks I would prefer my socks to be tighter-fitting.

 Needles

3.25mm circular and 3.75mm circular. As usual, I used the magic loop method.

 Modifications

1×1 tubular CO using 3.25mm circular, 48sts.

2 rows of reinforcement, then 5 rows of 1×1 rib.

Switch to 3.75mm, knit according to the pattern using only two colours.

Knit 8 rows after the pattern (last row w/ 3.25mm).

Split for heel: make sure that the beginning/end of a round is on the inside of the leg so that the ‘imperfect’ part is mostly hidden. This means doing the slip stitch heel on the first half of the stitches for one sock, and on the second half of the stitches for the other sock. One sock will have one row more than the other, but you can barely tell the difference.

Using 3.25mm, do slip stitch heel in CC for 10 rows. (I did the standard slip stitch heel I had used before, instead of as instructed in the pattern.)

Knit heel gusset.

Switch back to 3.75mm, pick up 11+1 stitches on each side.

Dec until 40sts.

Knit another 19 rows.

Switch to CC, dec as in pattern for toe shaping, and bind off.

(Notice that the ‘seam’ sits nicely on the inner side.)

Future considerations

Next time, I would maybe use 3.00mm for the 1×1 rib as the current ribbing is a little loose.

This has been a good project to practise doing colourwork with both hands! My left hand is still a little clumsy, but I can feel it getting better.

I still have plenty yarn left:

a) A matching pair of socks with red as the MC and grey as the CC.

b) A pair of wrist warmers, as my forearms and wrists are so cold during winter.

c) A matching hat maybe?

[pillowfluffs]

Sick!Jooheon

Pairing: Jooheon X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: Sick!AU, Mafia!AU, fluff

author’s note: I wanna slowly start writing again... I’ve sorta been on hiatus and all the short stories that post weekly were written months ago, they’re just in my queue... I hope I’ve improved a little even though I haven’t written in so long, but I’m reading a lot so I hope that counts for something? If not, I’m sorry I haven’t improved and I just hope I didn’t worsen

Other Sick!MX: Hyunwoo // Wonho // Minhyuk // Kihyun // Hyungwon // Jooheon // Changkyun 

*I couldn't find a better gif ;( *

Soft non-verbal music played gently from your phone as you sat at a table in the corner of your study room

Your notes and laptop were sprawled before you as you copied your notes from your lecture into an official study notebook you made

A cool breeze blew in from the cracked open window, making your white sheer curtains float about as if they had a life of their own 

You felt good with the subject at hand

Everything was making sense

You were awake in your classes and lectures and for the first time in a long time, ahead of what you had to do

You flipped through the pages of your textbook and looked online for more information on a subject discussed in class every now and then, but for the most part, you were retaining it all

Your study room was your most favorite room in your house, alongside your bedroom

It had a white wall and curtains with a window and then your circular table and chair that faced the perpendicular dark wooden wall that had some of your paintings and drawings

The wall you faced away from, which your chair was against, was your bookshelf wall, filled with books you had collected over time since your love for reading simply bloomed as you aged

You had a soft white rug on your carpet and the wall with the door in the corner that led to your house had a couch that fit two people perfectly

You spent some days in summer when you weren’t studying by reading or writing or even doing art

Today was a perfect day: the sun was shining, the temperature outside and in your room wasn’t too cold or hot, you were finally studying without any disturbances until a low sound pulled you out of it all

Loud bangs on your door made your heart drop in a second

You shut off your phone without a second thought, letting silence fall over your entire house

You even held your breath

The banging continued and you slowly got up from your spot at your desk, walking towards the far corner of the bookshelf which was near the couch and reached for a wooden box behind a set of books

You wasted no time grabbing the small karambit knife and tucking it in the waist of your pants, hidden by your shirt and a fully loaded small handgun

You hid the box once again in the dark corner of your books before you stepped out of the room, shutting it behind you silently

The banging paused before it started once again, sounding louder than ever

You walked slowly over your carpeted floor towards the door

You went behind the door, opening it and as soon as it swung open, you crouched behind it, seeing two tall and broad figures in all black storm through your doorway

You lunged from behind the door, kicking the back of one’s knee, forcing him to kneel and used his body as an anchor, sending another kick to the other, making him stumble

“Y/N, stop!” The one you used to propel yourself grabbed you firmly by the arms, forcing you to yield and grabbed you by the wrist, squeezing hard enough to make you drop the gun in pain

Your hammering heart slowed down as you realized who had come: Shownu and Wonho

“Would it kill you two to knock, I don’t know, in a way that sounds civil and not like someone’s about to stick their head through the door and yell ‘here’s Johnny!’”

You swiped up your gun and tucked it in your side and began to help Shownu up

“We need you to come with us back to base, it’s an emergency…” Shownu sounded grim as he took your hand, hoisting himself off your carpet

“Why? What happened?”

Your mind went to the worst case scenario every time you heard these words or anything close to these words

“Is Jooheon okay? Is he hurt? Did someone die?” you gasped, choking out the next question

“Did he die?”

“Nah, he’s too tough to die, you know that Y/N,” Wonho smirked as he leaned against your kitchen counter

“No one’s hurt, don’t worry. But, it is Jooheon though… He’s sick and he refuses to get any medical help from anyone, even Kihyun, so here we are because we know that there’s one person he can’t refuse, and that’s you.” Shownu stood leaning in the doorway

“Let’s go then.” You began to walk out the door before Shownu put his arm across the span of the doorway

“You don’t need your arsenal, Y/N, you know this. Plus, you know how Jooheon feels when you have a gun…” He reached behind your back, grabbing your sheathed karambit. “And your knife,” he smirked

“Ugh, fine.” You grabbed your belongings from his hand and brought it back to your hidden box before you scurried out your door

You were probably the most secure person in the city thanks to Jooheon, but you wanted to do some things for yourself, and protection was one of them considering you didn’t live on base with the group

And you didn’t want men in black with you or following you around everywhere you went

Even now with Wonho standing behind you and Shownu walking in front of you, leading you to the car made it feel suffocating

It took you months of begging and pleading to have Jooheon train you mentally and physically

Everywhere you went, every room, your eyes would survey what was around and consider what could be a weapon in case anything were ever to happen

Even the cars were armored with numerous firearms and explosives along with a bulletproof glass

The car ride was scenic, going through back roads and not as often used ones

It was a bumpy ride, but you got there in one piece nonetheless

The base was the same just as you remembered it; an abandoned warehouse that seemed like a ghost town but was anything but

The inside was redone, remodeled so everything was clean and new and secure

Shownu pulled into the parking garage below ground and your feet were on the ground before the car was parked

You knew where everything was and didn’t need a guide

It was only a matter of time before you appeared outside of Jooheon’s quarters, hearing the sound of glass smashing with the others crowded outside his door

You walked past all of them and opened the door to Kihyun bracing himself as Jooheon laid back down against the bed, refusing to drink any of the medicine Kihyun provided

He was dressed nothing like the doctor he was in the group and had a handgun similar to yours strapped to his hip

“Oh, thank god, you’re here”

A weight lifted off of Kihyun as he approached, pushing his cart of medicine to you

“Everything you need is here, but he should take this,” he said as he handed you a new bottle of what you assumed to have been what Jooheon threw against the wall moments before

“Have fun…” He patted your shoulder before he left the room, shutting the door behind him

Jooheon laid in his bed, breathing heavily under his blankets, seeming as exhausted as ever

The room was dark, even with the bright sun just shining outside the windows

“Hey,” you said softly as you sat on the edge of his bed

You reached forward, resting your hand on his forehead gently, feeling how hot he was before he was able to comprehend your presence

He squeezed your wrist tightly, feeling like he was about to snap it right then and there when he released you

“Oh, sorry,” he coughed out

A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead as he laid there

Mugs and issues littered his nightstand beside his bed as well as weapons at his disposal

The curtains closed, giving the room a dark atmosphere

“How long have you been sick, honey?” You rested your hand against his forehead, feeling how hot it was, which was much hotter than you originally thought

“I think a few days or a week,” he wheezed

He took your hand in his, bringing it down to his chest where he held it, brushing his thumb over your skin

Dark circles were painted over his pale skin under his eyes

“Why weren’t you taking your medicine? Why were you refusing Kihyun’s aid? They and I just want you to get better.” You gave a soft smile as you brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss against his skin

He heaved out a sigh, avoiding your eyes, but never let his hold on your hand waver

“I just need you and I didn’t want to be babied or anything by them..”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face hearing his soft voice, sounding childlike

“Well I’m here now and whether you like it or not, I will be taking care of you,” you said firmly as a matter of factly

“I know you like to protect and take care of me, but let me return the favor and do it for you, okay honey?”

He coughed as he nodded, scooching over a little so you had more space to sit beside him

His touch never left your body as you pulled the cart over to his bedside

Your hands went straight to work, knowing what you were doing without a second thought

You pressed a cooling pad to his forehead and prepared a clean cup of warm water while getting a clean teaspoon, filling it with the opaque, sweet-smelling orange liquid

You rested your arm against his back, helping him sit up in order to take his medicine

“This will make you sleepy, so I’ll go when you’re asleep, okay?”

Just as the words fell from your mouth, he tried to stifle a yawn as he began to curl up in his sheets 

“Stay with me, please?”

The way he sounded, the way he looked, everything about him in this very moment almost made you forget who he really was; a ruthless man ready to put a bullet into anyone who would ever wrong you or anyone in the group

You stood thinking for a second, wondering if you could afford to be sick or not if whatever Jooheon had would pass to you

You brushed away all thoughts and before you could even realize or stop yourself, your body was already moving, climbing onto his bed, under the blankets beside him, letting him nuzzle up against you, falling asleep

“Thank you, Y/N…,” he said before he was consumed by sleep

~~~~~

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The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 12]

Warning: Wade flirting with everyone, implied sex, language

“Go, go, go!” (Y/N) encouraged, watching the screen.

“You know how ridiculous you look cheering someone one in front of a screen in an enclosed space?” Wade grumbled.

“We’ll see who’s talking during finals,” The girl smirked sarcastically.

“Wow, rude!” He pouted.

“Can we keep our focus?” Red Hood turned to them momentarily before staring back at Roy’s cam,”

“Move those beautiful thighs Roybaby,” Wade motivated. The girl gave him a weird look before leaning into his side.

“You eye them as well?” She murmured.

“Oh yeah,” he agreed without a second thought.

“Thank god, I thought it was only me,” A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

“You okay out there ginger?” Jason asked.

“It’s getting a little hard to keep up,” He admitted.

“I’ll assist,” The girl stood up, “Jay, guide me,” She instructed.

“Be careful,” She nodded in response, opening the door and turning on her earpiece and camera. As soon as the door closed, Jason popped up a new tab with a signal of (Y/N)’s camera view and tracking device.

“I’ve sent Roy’s location to you,” The raven haired man informed.

“Thanks,” She replied, looking down at her wrist before using her powers to make her body fly through the air.

****

“I could have handled it on my own,” The ginger grumbled.

“Maybe, but I wanted in on the fun,” She winked at him.

“What the hell do you want with me?” The man yelled through the bad on his head.

“We will be bringing you and your dirty little crimes to justice.” Arsenal casually dragged the man by the back of his vest.

“Hey man, this cost a fortune!” He complained.

“You mean, you paid for that with dirty money,” The girl corrected him. The criminal remained silent for a moment before the tense atmosphere was sliced with the roaring of an engine and screeching of tires.

“Took you guys long enough,” The girl grinned. Red Hood casually slid out of the front seat as Deadpool leaned back in his seat.

“Mmh, you three are my perfect sex dream,” He remarked. Jason ignored him, moving to the girl.

“You have the hard drive?”

“Yup,” She pulled it out, their bodies were so close to each other, a much higher proximity than any teammate would be. Her hand slid it up his armoured chest.

“Thank you sweetheart,” His robotic voice chuckled as he took it from her grip, “in the van, go,” his finger gestured in the air as it made a circular movement.

“Hehe, I’ve been wanting to kick some ass for a while,” Deadpool smirked under his mask as he slid the man along the ground and threw him in the back of the van, getting in after him and shutting the doors.

The girl sat comfortably in between Arsenal and Red Hood as the latter steered the van out of the alleyway.

“You know where you’re going right?”

“Isn’t it a little late to be popping by the GCPD?” The girl leaned against Roy’s shoulder lazily as Jason placed a hand on her thigh. Under other circumstances, she would have swatted his hand away, but she was too tired, or that’s what she thought.

“Dick is expecting us,”

****

“Here,” Red Hood handed the hard drive to the police officer, “it’s got some decent footage, and he had it on him,” Deadpool threw the man at the two brother’s feet as if on queue.

“I’m tired,” the girl grumbled.

“Me too,” Arsenal groaned.

“Say, Jason’s brother is really cute,”

“I know right,” Deadpool slung his arm around her shoulders, “he has the cutest smile, and his baby blue eyes, ooh, god, he’s so hot,” he expressed dreamily. (Y/N) stared at Wade for a moment.

“You’re really into these three huh,” She smirked.

“Oh yeah, so much eye candy,” The merc agreed. Suddenly, an idea popped into Roy’s brain and he grinned. As soon as the two brothers shook hands and were about to part, the man made his presence known.

“Jason, shouldn’t you present your teammates to your own blood? It’s a little rude no?”

“He’s not my blood,” Jason grumbled as Roy guided the girl and Wade up to him.

“This is Wade,” Jason gestured, “and this is (Y/N),” his arm casually slid around her waist, hopeful that he subtly dropped a hint. The girl was still too exhausted and drawn to Dick to even notice.

“Hi,” She smiled.

“Nice to meet you,” Dick grinned, extending an arm to her. The witch opened her hand and gladly shook it.

“Say, does your name live up to-”

“Okay, okay,” Jason pulled the girl away and towards the van.

“Nice seeing ya, Dickie bird,” Roy patted his friend’s chest.

“Don’t worry my precious, I’ll find your number, and we will reunite again.” Wade kissed the eldest Wayne’s cheek lovingly. The first robin stayed silent for a moment. Confused, he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing,” Roy pulled Wade to the van after Jason.

****

“Jason, your brother is hot,” The girl stated tiredly. He immediately tense -- but never peeled his eyes off of the road as he drove down the street. Roy didn’t say a word, understanding what was happening and partially blaming himself for it.

“So is Jason,” Roy grumbled.

“Shit watch out!” The girl exclaimed as a car rushed through a red light on a road perpendicular to theirs. Jason slammed the breaks, making all three of them jerk towards the dashboard, followed by a loud thump behind them.

“Son of a bitch!” Jason cursed, watching the car race down the road.

“I’m awake,” The girl announced in shock. Roy opened the small window behind him and peeked through the hole.

“You okay back there, buddy?” He asked.

“Yeah….just...fine,” Wade grunted softly, rubbing the back of his head after it slammed into the back of their seats.

“Let’s just get home, we did a good job today out there guys,” The girl murmured as Jason cautiously drove towards their apartment.

*****

“You okay Jason.” The girl leaned against the kitchen counter in only underwear and his stolen sweatshirt.

“Fine,” He muttered, making himself a small sandwich, the two other men were already in their rooms, either watching TV at this ungodly time of the night or already sound asleep.

“You only eat like this when you’re upset, tell me what’s wrong,” Her feet moved towards him, arms sliding around his waist as she rested her cheek against his back.

“Talk to me, Jason, what’s the matter, just because you lead the team doesn’t mean you have to stay strong for us, you deserve the world,” He slowly turned to face her, heart clenching as his eyes distinguished the worry in her (E/C) ones. Jason took another deep breath before cupping her cheek. His fingertips caressed down her cheek to her jaw, tracing it softly. He slowly tilted her chin up, before dipping down and capturing her lips in his.

Her hands gripped his white T-shirt, not being in the mood for sex but understanding that it might help him get his mind off of things. His hand gripped her neck as he trailed hungry kisses along her pulse point.

“Come,” She held his hand and slowly guided him back to his room.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ EDDIE IZZARD: DEFINITE ARTICLE / PART ONE. always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘they call it coming out of a book-- and you’ve gotta do it at some point in your life, haven’t you?’

‘fuckin’ come outta a book. surprise your neighbours.’

‘people think i’m on drugs.’

‘when i take drugs i start going ‘ooh, insurance. and pensions, very sensible’.’

‘don’t take drugs, otherwise you’ll go like that.’

‘thimbles is what i really wanna talk about.’

‘they don’t get enough press these days. i don’t know if they ever did.’

‘you very rarely see a headline that goes: ‘THIMBLES, says man’.’

‘you put a thimble on your finger and it helps in case you slip with the needle and the needle goes up and into your brain and death.’

‘’if only thimbles were invented!’ says physic man with big hat.’

‘they’ve got this piece of semi-circular metal nailed to each and every hoof.’

‘they don’t do the breast stroke, do they? ducks?’

‘horse shoes are lucky and horses have four bits of lucky nailed to their feet. they should be the luckiest animals in the world!’

‘five ran, one sauntered.’

‘yeah, you decline the verb ‘to hand-glide’ then.’

‘they hand-glidededed.’

‘don’t laugh too much, please.’

‘hair nets, of course, are pointless.’

‘oooh, the hair thieves...’

‘the hair thieves, they come in the night. steal your hair, they do!’

‘bit of a strangled route up to that one, isn’t it?’

‘i think that’s a three in the morning kind of decision, that one.’

‘small dogs are roman leaders, aren’t they?’

‘in two thousand years i shall be remembered as a kind of small dog food.’

‘they do psychological tricks on us.’

‘i will do well here.’

‘this is a poo shop! everything here is made of poo!’

‘i knew i didn’t need to mime it any further. you got the drift.’

‘vitamin C is good for scurvy, and there’s a lot of scurvy around these days.’

‘can’t come into work today, i’ve got scurvy.’

‘granny smith made apples. who the hell is granny smith?’

‘shaaag for babies.’

‘come in with your shiny apples.’

‘apples are user friendly.’

‘to eat a satsuma is a piece of piss.’

‘never chat someone up eating an orange.’

‘oranges can FUCK OFF, that’s what i say.’

‘pears can fuck off too, ‘cause they’re gorgeous little beasts but they’re ripe for half an hour and you’re never there. they’re like a rock or they’re mush.’

‘do you do that squeezy squeezy thing on fruit?’

‘yeah, so fuck pears.’

‘i don’t know about you but i’ve never actually in my life ever seen anyone actually slip on a banana skin in reality.’

‘and star fruit, which are from mars.’

‘so you get all this fruit and you take it home, you arrange it in a bowl and you watch it rot.’

‘is that good? is that far too little protein?’

‘can you overdose on calcium?’

‘we’re all very good at queue strategy now.’

‘i left my aura there!’

‘there’s a war on, y’know.’

‘there’s a badger with a gun.’

‘and then you take all your clothes off and put them on a string.’

‘i’ll just tap out the handy fifty digit number, i’ll be with you in a sec.’

‘and then you realise two sea anemones have taken over your hand.’

‘he’s slumped over a desk DEAD. or asleep.’

‘i’d like some brown bread. yeah, brown bread. brown bread. no, that’s diesel oil.’

‘tryna give real fuck off vibes back here.’

‘yeah, bread for my BREAD GUN.’

‘you must hassle him now.’

‘hello, we’re murderers.’

‘i got caught nicking stuff when i was fifteen.’

‘i could’ve saved up and bought it, but i thought if i bought it someone might say ‘hey you’re a boy buying makeup!’‘

‘oh, well done sherlock holmes. how did you get that one you big deerstalker weird hat fuckin’ person?’

‘they let me off with a warning, and the warning was ‘this lipstick’s not gonna work with this eye shadow’.’

‘that’s light blue! that’s a death colour.’

‘i got done for jumping a 20p tube fair.’

‘you’re not the bishop of durham! he wears a bigger hat than that.’

‘i’ll get my own darkness.’

‘i ran and i ran and i ran and after five inches they caught me,’

‘assault is motion towards, i feel.’

‘i got done for assault and i was running away!’

‘i should have been done for deserting a police officer.’

‘he’s fuckin’ hitting me.’

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BULLY - Sirius Black

SIRIUS BLACK X READER

WARNINGS: None

PROMPT: Where Sirius apologises

MASTERLIST

Your dark robes swayed, as you entered the dining hall you had missed so much. The floating candles made the bewitched ceiling glow, you sat down with your best friends; Marlene McKinnon and Lily Evans, two strikingly beautiful girls, the three of you hit off since you shared a dormitory together.

Your stomach grumbled as your E/C eyes flicked from the large wooden door to your best friends, Marlene was twirling a golden lock around her wand and Lily's nose was stuck into a book.

Finally, the doors flung open, nervous first years stumbled in, anxious, nervous, for what was about to happen, you always enjoyed this typical yearly scene, it amused you to see these eleven and twelve-year-olds stressed about getting sorted. At the end of the table, were the one and only; Marauders, a group of four boys who practically ruled the school. The leader; James Potter was an arrogant git, who bullied Severus Snape, Lily's friend, and others, the genuinely smart and friendly one; Remus Lupin, he was a good student and took care of his friends, though after a certain period of time he would come to school, covered in scars and bruises, it caused a lot of gossips, next was the outcast; Peter Pettigrew; a short (he has a strong resemblance to a rat as Marlene had stated) boy with small watery eyes, he trailed behind those three boys constantly, and finally, the womaniser; Sirius Black; girls drooled all over him, constantly trying to lure him into their bed, only a few girls had managed to get him alone, but it was nothing serious. The Marauders were snickering and howling with laughter, they always seemed to be up to something, and that something wasn't good.

Gryffindor had gained thirteen new pupils, you hoped that they'd make Godric Gryffindor proud, and yourself, you were a prefect and very proud of that. Remus Lupin was also a prefect, so you spent most of your duties with him, he was kind to you and never seemed to bore you, he'd tell you about something stupid Peter had said, or how James had yet again, failed to seduce Lily. This, of course, you already knew, Lily ranted about how he had the brain of a common toad, that he was badly mannered and that he should give up. Halfway through Dumbledore's speech, Sirius groaned loudly, which made everyone turn to him.

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'Well, Mr Black, you are right on queue as I was about to say; Let the feast, begin!' cheered the professor.

You chuckled to yourself as you watched the first years' jaws drop in awe, the goblets filled themselves with sweet pumpkin juice, plates stacked with mounds of delicious food, and absolutely mouth-watering pudding. You and your best friends chatted supper away, mouths stuffed with pies, the three of you talked about a wide variety of topics. Bedtime arrived soon, tonight was the only night where you wouldn't be on duty, you planned to spend the night engulfing sweets and gossiping.

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Morning arrived at a supersonic speed, you dragged your tired self out of bed and into the bathroom, eyeing your messy reflection, vivid purple under-eye bags could be seen along with your h/c hair tangled. You cleaned yourself up and put on your perfectly folded uniform, you'd always wondered who did all of this work. It was quite early and no one was really awake, so you took 'Witch Weekly' and headed down to the common room, the sizzling logs from the fire slightly shifted as the fire crackled. Indulged into your magazine, reading the advice column, you didn't notice the four infamous Marauders walk into the room, Sirius' silky black hair caught your attention and you looked up from your book, he noticed you looking and winked at you and you inaudibly gagged. Remus furrowed his brows at Sirius and turned to you.

'Oh, hey Y/N," he waved at you, 'we've got our prefect duties later don't forget.'

'Yep, I know.' you sighed,

'Well, catch you later, bye!'

You watched as they scrambled out the circular room, not even bothering to know what they were up to. The room glowed a gorgeous golden colour as the roaring fire illuminated it, you eyed the scarlet tapestries and the bulletin board, that was soon to be covered in important notices about Hogsmeade, N.E.W.T.S, O.W.L.S and such. Swinging your legs over the squashy armchair you sat in, you walked over to the tall grandfather clock by the entrance and read the time; 7:20 AM, almost time for breakfast. Walking out of the portrait hole, clenching your magazine and you're worn out satchel that slouched over your left shoulder, hopping onto a moving staircase, you made your way down to breakfast.

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Pouring yourself some Pixie Puffs, you listened carefully to Lily.

'It's a rather interesting subject, I mean why do we keep certain animals as pets when they're obviously dangerous.'

'Well, maybe because there's no record of them doing no harm.' suggested Marlene,

'Possibly. But, I think it's alright if the person who's taking care of them was a professional.' you said honestly.

Lily rolled her eyes, ready to prove you wrong, but Marlene quickly interrupted.

'Anyways, have you heard about Frank and Alice?'

'What about them?' asked Lily.

You were suddenly very intrigued, Marlene leaned in, ready to spill the tea.

'Rumour has it that, she'd been waiting all summer for him to ask her out, eventually, she got sick and tired of lying there day after day waiting for him to ask her, soooo...'

'So? Come on, finish!' you urged,

'Wait, don't tell me-'

But before Lily could finish, Marlene squealed like a piglet.

'She asked him out! And, to no surprise, he said yes!'

'Merlin's beard! Are you serious?' you croaked, choking on your cereal,

'I was about to ask if she'd done that.' laughed the auburn-haired girl.

▬▬▬▬▬

After a few of your morning classes, you had a free period, so the three of you headed off to the Clock Tower Courtyard, hoping to be able to start your essay on Veritaserum. It was a calm day, and you wanted to be in advance, although you knew that Marlene would start getting bored and boundlessly blab to you about her struggles with boys. Sitting down on the freshly mown grass, you pulled out a spare book and placed it on your lap, layering on a brand new piece of parchment, grabbing your ink you dipped it into some ink and started scribbling on information.

halfway through your essay, you noticed two notorious boys hexing a Slytherin boy, Sirius and James versus Severus, Lily shot up, storming up to them, boiling with rage, you quickly grabbed her arm.

'Let me take care of this, otherwise, Potter'll be asking you out, again.' you told her.

She pursed her lips and slightly nodded, sitting back down next to Marlene, who was impatiently watching you march off.

'Leave him alone!' you barked,

'L/N, come to ruin our free period?' snarled James,

'You two better stop now, or I'll be sending you off to detention with Professor McGonagall in a shoebox.' you threatened,

'Why don't you tail along your two little friends, as usual, seems to be the only good thing you do.' implied Sirius.

'You'll regret saying that.' you bellowed,

'What're you gonna do, huh? Turn me into a matchstick, very harmful.' teased the boy.

You growled loudly and flicked your wand, sending Sirius flying, pointing it at James, he backed up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender.

'Alright, alright, relax.'

Stomping off, you snatched up your books and ran up to the astronomy tower, you could feel the steam blowing out of your ears and nose, glaring at people who looked at you oddly, you were going to hide in the library but right now you needed fresh air. A couple of students and teachers tried to ask you what was wrong but you ignored them.

Perched on the railing, head in your palms, you stared at the passing students. Breathing in the fresh air, you relaxed. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps shuffle behind you, swiftly turning around, your eyes met the eyes a boy's grey ones, a boy just a few minutes you had hexed.

'What do you want?' you scowled,

'I just wanted to say, to say sorry.'

'Since when does the Sirius Black apologise?' you asked, moving closer to him,

'Ever since he's developed a crush on the Y/N L/N.' said Sirius lightly smiling.

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could say anything, Sirius literally took the breath out of you, he placed his rough lips on your soft ones. The kiss was awkward at first, but it slowly melted into something passionate yet gentle, you felt him grin into the kiss, slowly pulling away.

'Well, what are we?' you questioned,

'Not quite sure, but we'll figure it out.' he responded,

Taking your hand in his and placing a weak kiss on the back of your hand.

'I know we will'

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A/N: I don't really like the ending, but hope you enjoyed it! <3