#get rid of skunk smell

[rxttenfish]

how do you get rid of skunk smells on objects that have not been directly sprayed nor touched by anything with the skunk-juice on it. my dog got sprayed and unfortunately the smell has permeated throughout the house and sunk into my clothes and objects and im frantically trying to get rid of it as much as possible. i swear nothing that i do is enough. please.

[skedaddledh]

Markham Wildlife Control: Quick Tips to Get Rid of Skunk Odour In Your House

Nobody enjoys the smell of a skunk, especially if it's found its way inside your Markham home. Don’t worry though– Skedaddle provides some quick tips to help you get rid of skunk odour in your house in this blog. Click the link here for more information.

[fanonical]

animorphs book 8: ax briefly frees the andalite who visser three is controlling, who is so broken that he cannot remember his own name and begs for death. but ax can't kill him, he's just a kid, so he leaves the andalite to be reinfested, knowing what will happen, to break the news to his friends that the andalites empowered the yeerks to do all that they are doing animorphs book 9: we pranked visser three with skunk smells! and we told him that grape juice gets rid of it, not tomato juice and now he's purple lol XD

[ultralightpoe]

Question? - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note : I always thought this one was unfinished so I never posted it but it's gotta be released from the drafts so here it is folks.

Word Count: 5800

Warnings: mentions of murder

Requests: OPEN

Main Master list - - Midnights Event List

(Thank you for the gif @falcvns )

x Enjoy! x

I remember

- 

Therapists were no help to your situation, this much you were sure. 

They tried, they really did. But there was no answer to your grief. Your family were good people and there was no doubt in you that that’s what got them killed. But you were supposed to meet the same fate as them, the only thing that went wrong was the fact that you managed to escape after watching the Winter Soldier slaughter them. 

He had a moment of hesitation, one moment of pure eye contact as his hand inched for the knife that had been meant for you, and you had bolted. 

And though the therapist tried to help you with the trauma, but there was no understanding. You watched your entire family get slaughtered, and then years later their killer would be renamed a fucking hero. 

You were cursed with the memory of it all, scarred for life. 

And the rest of the world was not. 

It was your burden to bear. 

- 

Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices

We had one thing going on

I swear that it was something

'Cause I don't remember who I was before you

Painted all my nights

- 

He spots you the day he moves in, carrying a simple duffle bag as he tries to hide in the back of the elevator. Sam had helped him move what little belongings he had earlier in the day, and tried his best to talk to him about what little things he had in the first place.

But Bucky didn’t listen, or tried not to. Truth was he was trying his best to add more to the collection, but it was hard. There was some stuff he couldn’t shake. And there was some stuff that Sam didn’t understand, the way people looked at him. 

It was a 50/50 most of the time. Sometimes they smiled and were excited once they recognized him. Sometimes, like his last landlord, they freak out and get rid of him as fast as they can. 

His last landlord broke his lease, as fast as he could, and Bucky struggled to find another apartment. Sam and Sarah helped him, and since the landlord was breaking the lease Bucky was able to get his rent and security deposit back. Not that it mattered since he was getting paid from the government anyways. 

The elevator was beginning to fill up, an older lady with a dog on a tiny leash followed by a younger kid with his mom. He pushes himself further back into the corner, trying not to make eye contact with the mom not wanting to scare her. An older man limps in, says something flirty to the older woman before leaning against the wall. Some kid with a ragged beard wearing a colorful hoodie comes in, his eyes red and glazed, music blasting in his headphones as he nods to everyone before turning to the front. He smells of skunk as Sam would say and Bucky has to hold his breath to stop from inhaling it. His heightened senses forming a headache quickly. 

But then there was you walking in. 

Unlike the others he watches as your eyes mark everyone, then mark all exits and safety paths in sight before entering the elevator. He watches as you cross your arms, moving to press your floor before stopping and seeing it had already been pressed. 

You must know everyone in the elevator already because when the doors start closing your head snaps to take one more look, and he watches as you spot him. He immediately casts his eyes down, keeping his hands in his pockets which makes it hard to watch your reaction. But he hears you inhale before turning back to the front. 

He lifts his eyes then, only to see that you were watching him from the reflection of the doors. Clever. 

There was something familiar, what was it about you that rung through his mind. 

His heart speeding up as his eyes narrowed, through the distorted reflection he tries to recognize you. It’s right there, right there right there. If he could see your actual face then he can- 

You whirl, eyes wide and your face flushed as if you just saw a ghost right as the doors open on the third floor. It wasn’t the right floor but within a flash you are running, sprinting from the elevator and dashing for the staircase. 

He can do nothing but watch, while the others all turn to each other with odd expressions while Bucky blinks. 

It’s clear then, it wasn’t Bucky that knew you. It was the Winter Soldier. 

- 

A color I've searched for since

But one thing after another

Lost in situations, circumstances

Miscommunications and I

Have to say

By the way

I just may like some explanations

- 

It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. It was just your imagination. 

The view from the elevator was distorted, and you couldn’t actually see him but the second he narrowed those eyes, you saw him. Him that stormy night, the small step and the way his hand reached for his knife, the notch in his brow before you bolted. 

You tore through the streets, hearing people yell as you bumped into them. Your breath was wasted and your body tight as you ran and ran and ran. 

The only reason you stop is because a loud honking sounds out and a hand is snatching you back with a yell right before you get plowed by a red car driving faster than light. 

“ARE YOU CRAZY LADY?!” Someone screeches, pulling your attention to the face yelling into yours. “You nearly got killed, stupid!”

“S-sorry.” You manage to mumble out, trying to figure out where you ran to. “Where am I?”

“Jesus christ, someone call 911!” He snaps, keeping a hand on your shoulder as people crowd around. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You couldn’t concentrate, you could barely see. The Winter Soldier was back, and he was coming for you. 

You were in trouble. 

- 

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was

Making fun of you

But 15 seconds later they were clapping too?

Then what did you do?

- 

“You’re being crazy.” Someone laughs, drawing Bucky’s attention from where he sat on the couch. It had been a week since he moved in and he was still on edge with the new surroundings, every sound drew his attention. The windows were still bordered up and he made sure no one could get in. 

The tv, though it was on, was kept on silent so he could keep an ear out which is what he was doing right now when he heard it. 

“I’m not being crazy.” Another voice, one thrilling enough to make his heart speed up, sounds out with a clipped tone. Defensive and hurt. “You didn’t have to walk me up, okay?”

“Oh come on. Please don’t be mad at me-”

“I’m not mad. I get it. I can’t sleep on your couch forever.” The clipped angelic voice sounds out once more. “I just….. I could have sworn that…. I’m fine.”

The sound of a door swinging open follows before both of the voices head inside and he finds himself heading closer to the door in an attempt to hear them. It’s not like he has to try hard with the super hearing, their voices catching quickly. 

“I just think you need to keep going to therapy. I know you said-”

“I am still going to therapy, okay? The only reason I called you is because the hospital wouldn’t let me be released without someone.” The voice snaps back. “Can you just go? I already feel embarrassed. So just go.”

The door opens quickly after that and Bucky finds himself peering out the peephole of his door as you lean against the door watching the other person storm off as you stay there. Once your friend is out of sight he watches as your eyes trace over all the doors in the hall, calculating and nervous, before they land on his door and you watch for a moment. 

He doesn’t know what pulls him to do it but he opens the door, pretending to be looking as if he heard a sound. 

“You hear something?” He asks, still pretending to look. He hears you inhale sharply and finally he looks up to see your eyes on his arm, tears welling up as you freeze there. “I…. um.”

What could he say? What could he say to someone he had obviously wronged but doesn’t remember it? How could he make it better?

“I’m sorry.” Good way to start. “Whatever happened I am sorry. But it’s important to know that I…. I have been cleared of-”

That snaps you out of the daze as you push back into your apartment and slam the door quickly. 

Shit. 

- 

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch ...her?

It's just a question

- 

A sound had woken you up from your dreams, pulling you from the deep sleep quickly and sending every bolt of fear through you.  There had been a loud bang, and you pulled from the princess sheets your mom had gotten you for your birthday, the face of snow white staring back at you as you leaned across Belle’s face to look out the window. 

A strike of lightning has you shrieking out, dashing from the bed in a your alien pajamas as you run across the hallway to your parents room, barging through the door to climb onto their bed and find your mother. They were normally in bed by now, but you were shocked to see that neither of them were there. 

So you jumped up at another strike of lightning, crying softly before running down the hall to see if they were in the living room where your sister often watched her cartoons. 

You didn’t think anything when you slipped in the red liquid by your brother's door, and you missed the red handprint swiped by the wall next to your sister's door. 

When you spot your moms figure on the couch you let the sobs free as you run to her side and force yourself under her arm to cuddle her. She doesn’t hug back, and this pulls another sob as you look up to see a red slash across her neck, reaching a hand up in the dim lighting to see pull at the necklace. 

Only there is no necklace and you soon realize it’s a cut across her neck, your hand coming back bloody and warm. A loud scream pulls from you as you stand up, looking around for you dad sti screaming your lungs out. 

That’s when you see him, slashing across your fathers throat quickly before turning to you, his blue eyes narrowing in on you right as you move. 

He takes one step forward, but then grunts as if in pain, like he was fighting himself as he stared at her. His hand reaches for the knife strapped to his thigh and like a bolt you dash out, the rain hitting you as you scream and run anywhere you can. 

- 

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise

Did you realize, out of time

She was on your mind

With some meathead guy

That you saw that night

But you were on something

- 

“Her family used to take in strays apparently, and had a safehouse filled with kids escaping Hydra. Dad was a scientist, and knew how to get all the kids out until Hydra caught them. Sent the Winter Soldier not long after.” Sam reads out as Bucky walks with him across the pads of the gym, keeping his eyes trained for the person they were here to look for. 

“Figured that much.” He sighs out, remembering the way you looked at him. “What are the chances I end up across the hall from her?” 

“Not high. Fate or something.” Sam sighs, closing the phone before he spots the figure. “What are you planning on doing?”

“I can’t lose another place to live, and I doubt she can either. If she’s scared there is a reason so I have to find a way to fix it. Which would be better if I knew what I did.” Before Sam could ask anything else they are upon their target, giving him hard eyes. 

“Captain Black America.” The man grunts, a smug smirk playing at his lips as he lifts more weights. “How ya doing?”

“Cut the crap.” Bucky snaps, clenching his fists. “We have some questions.”

- 

It was one drink after another

Caught in politics and gender-roles

And you're not sure and I don't know

Got swept away in the gray

I just may like to have a conversation

- 

You didn’t know what to do, you were stuck. 

Breaking the lease would screw you over, you couldn’t hide at your friends places forever and you couldn’t stay in your apartment forever.  The Winter Soldier lived across the hall from you. The man that slaughtered your family lived across from you. The only correct solution you could come to? Getting black out drunk.

Somehow you ended up in your apartment building,  blinking at the elevator buttons as you lean your head against the wall in an attempt to stabilize yourself. 

“Now what are you doing out so late missy? Work keep you again?” The voice of Mrs. Day sounds out, a small touch on your shoulder as she and another figure enter the elevator. You couldn’t concentrate on either of them. 

“I…. wenf ou…. The bwar… bwar… ber.. I went-tt to the b-” At some point you give up, eyebrows pinching together as you point to the buttons on the elevator. You miss your button, sliding down the wall. 

A hand shoots out to catch you before you hit too hard, making sure you land softly before pressing the level you needed. 

“Oh dear, back in my day girls never went to the bar.” 

“Screw you Mrs. Day.” You blurt quickly before you realize what you said and your hand slaps over your mouth. A deep chuckle sounds out as you shake your head. “No. I didn’t say that.”

“She didn’t.” Someone mumbles. “It was someone else.”

“It was someone else.” You agree. 

The elevator dings and the old woman scurries off as you close your eyes and lean against the wall. “I’m gonna sleep here.” 

“You okay?”

“I’m gonna sleep here. This is where I sleep now.” You slur out, waving your hand around with your eyes still closed as the elevator closes again and you lay back down. You actually manage to haze out a bit before a ding sounds out again and someone puts their hands under your shoulders and lifts you easily. 

“I live on the 5th- go to bed.” 

“Okay. I gotcha.” The voice huffs out a laugh, carrying you easily before they get to a familiar door. “You gotta key?” 

“Nooooo.” You giggle, opening your eyes a little wider. “It’s unlocked.”

“No, it isn’t. You sure you don’t have a key?” 

“No key. Call me if you need let in and I’ll be there, okay?” You mumble, pulling out your phone and lifting it to your ear. “I’m on my way to unlock the-”

But before you can finish your sentence a wave of nausea hits you, you lurch forward quickly and hit your forehead on the door harshly, sliding down the wall and onto the floor below. 

“Okay. Okay. Take it easy.” The deep voice hums out, and you are lifted once more before they walk across the hall and unlock their own door easily. 

You are wrapped with the deep scent of a calming earthen scent, with a bit of a licorice scent that makes you giggle out. “Licorishhhhh.”

“I’m gonna set you down on the couch, okay?” 

“I love licorice. Just so you know.” You continue before being set down, without question you curl up on the couch in a small ball. 

“There is a glass of water by you and a trash can. But the bathroom is down the hall. Okay?”

“Is it raining?”

“Yeah, just started.”

“I don’t like when it rains.” You whisper out, a blanket put over you gently before you pass out fully. 

- 

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was

Making fun of you

But 15 seconds later they were clapping too?

- 

Bucky was torn between hiding out in his room until he heard you wake up and run, but the other half of him wanted to keep camped out in the main window area to make sure you were okay. From the spot you had passed out on the couch it was the perfect vantage point for any sniper, even with the newspaper he had. 

So, after hours of deliberation, he ended up on the floor by the windows, facing you as he slept on the floor.  The surprise came when he himself passed out, on the floor by the windows. 

He slept without a single nightmare, the image of your drunken smile keeping him sated. 

He only wakes up when the sound of feet padding across the floor sounds out, sitting up quickly right as he hears your body crash onto the bathroom floor before you retch into the toilet. A grimace pulling at his face as he tries to zone it out before shuffling around and standing to trudge to the kitchen. 

He starts a pot of coffee, grabbing a couple eggs from the fridge and shuffling to the stove. Making as much noise as he can when you come waddling out, your head twisting around the corner with wide eyes as he turns to attempt a smile. 

Your face falls slack and you turn quickly. 

“Wait! Wait. Just take a second.” He rushes, holding out both his hands as you dash to grab something to hold over your head. “Please don’t throw that.”

“I’ll scream! If you’re here to kill me I’ll scream!” You rush out, stepping back, tripping over the blanket that he had thrown over you last night and nearly falling back. 

“I could have killed you last night and I didn-” He stops short as he realizes that is a terrible point to make. “Okay. Hold on, wait. Just- I can make you eggs and or coffee. Or both, you don’t have to choose. You can have both. Anything you want.”

“Why am I here?!”

“You.. you were drunk and didn’t have a key okay?”

“It’s under my door mat- WHY AM I TELLING YOU THAT?!” You blanch, stepping back again. “What is this thing? It’s weird.”

“It’s an old radio….. I stole it.”

“You stole it?”

“I stole it.”

“From where?” 

“The….. my exhibit at the…. It was mine so technically I didn’t steal it and just took it back. It’s fair.” He can’t fight the heat filling his body as you take a look around, mouth falling open as you finally take everything in. “My sister gave it to me for my birthday the year before…”

“My sister got me a radio once.” You mumble. “Well it was this princess cd player thing that played the soundtracks of princess movies. I wore down the mulan cd so much that my dad pretended to sit on it and break it because he couldn’t handle hearing the skip in the songs anymore.”

“Was your sister here the other day?”

“What? No.” You huff and he feels his chest loosen up a little bit when you seem to relax. “My sister is gone. My whole family is…..”

And just like that he watches your eyes harden again, your spine tensing as you glare. “So I got drunk and you brought me here.”

“Yes.”

“And you slept in the same room?” 

“That’s where I always sleep. It’s… the best spot to hide from snipers and it’s in the corner so no one can sneak up on me.” He answers. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t choke on your puke too. Do you want eggs?”

- 

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

Did you wish you put up more of a fight

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch ...her?

It's just a question

- 

If someone had told the seven year old you that you would be sitting across from the Winter Soldier on his dining room floor eating scrambled eggs and chugging straight coffee as you both played a round of 20 questions.  

“I’m sorry, who drinks straight coffee? No sugar or milk or- this is bad.”

“You want to waste your question on that? You sure?” He asks, leaning to pour you more coffee. 

“No! No. I…. why did you steal the radio back?”

“Because it was the last thing my sister gave me. And I just found out she died in a nursing home…. alone .” He shrugs, scratching at his forehead. “And…. it’s mine. They are displaying my stuff in a museum.”

“Must feel a little weird.” You nod. “They are actually displaying a gun you used in the smithsonian, the JFK shooting.”

“That’s not me. Well it is but….”

“Can I ask…. about…… “ You want to ask, so desperately, but you don’t want to piss him off. Not to mention that you hated when people asked you about your past. 

“I don’t really want to…. “ He mumbles. “But I think that you must have questions and I do owe you answers.”

“Do you remember everything?”

“No. Not at all. Which might sound cowardly when I say I’m thankful for that. They kept me in their trance.” He answers, moving to give you more eggs before you shake your head. “I…uhm - well when I moved in and you recognized me I searched you up. The person who… for lack of better term the person who used me for the task, well I got them arrested when I got out. He was the 4th person on my list.”

“Have….” You go to ask another question about his years as the soldier before you see the look in his eyes, the nervous energy leeching off of him. So you switch, giving him a break. “You ever been to rome?”

“No. Have you?” He asks back, a look of relief on his face. 

“No. But I always wanted to. There is this exhibit at the museum wh- shit. I gotta go.”  You realize, moving to snatch your purse. “Oh my god I have work. I’m sorry for leaving a mess. Thank you for….”

You stop short, realizing you are thanking the man that killed your family, blinking slowly as a wave of guilt washes over you. What would they say? They would be so disappointed in you. 

“I have to go.” He doesn’t say anything as you dash out. 

- 

Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that

Meteor strike?

And what's that, that I heard, that you're still with her

That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable

And right

But tonight..

- 

The building you work in looked more like a morgue in Bucky’s humble opinion, but he tried to get that image out of his head as he walked through the front door. 

He didn’t know why he was here, but for some reason he was drawn to you, and he just wanted to be near you. The game of questions you had played this morning had been…. Fun. He learned a lot about you. He now knows your favorite color, dream vacation destination spot, your weird dreams about the titanic. 

“Good morning, do you have your badge?” The front desk asks, smiling at him. 

“Oh… uh no. Sorry.  I don’t work here.” He blushes, coming up to the desk. “My friend does.”

That was a blatant lie, he was sure you would not consider him a friend but he was gonna give it a shot. But a moment of fear passes through him that she might recognize the lie. 

“No problem. Can I see you I.D. and the name of the person you’re here to see?” She hums out and he nods, pulling out his I.D. and muttering your name. 

“Oh! You are here for her! She is the best. The only one that wishes me good morning and actually shows me her badge.” The girl gushes, moving to the phone and dialing an extension. “Hey this is Maya from the front desk. You have a visitor here… yes…. James Barnes?”

Her eyes widen for a second and she turns back to Bucky. “She doesn’t recognize the name-”

“Try Bucky Barnes.”

“Okay, Bucky Barnes.” She smiles through the phone and then nods before hanging up. “She will be down in one moment.”

“Great. Thanks.”  He attempts an easy smile even though his stomach is in waves, trying to even out his jacket as he waits for you to come down. His chest clenched in a panic as he tries to calm himself down, taking a deep breath and keeping his metal hand in his pocket so the receptionist doesn’t see it from where she is still staring at him from her desk. 

“How long have you worked here?” He asks after a moment, trying to release some of the awkward tension in the room. 

“Three years. I was a temp for the first couple months but now I am full time.” She explains, fixing her hair nervously. “So are you two dating? Because, not to be weird or anything, you two would be so cute.”

“Oh, no we just live in the same-”

“And she is just so nice. And you seem nice too so-” Before she can keep going in you appear from the elevators with wide eyes, your badge swinging from side to side as you march towards him. 

“Hi Maya.” You mumble out at the last second, shooting her a quick smile which makes the girl beam. Before she can say her reply you are turning back to him with those same wide eyes and snatching his elbow to lead him outside. 

“Are you crazy? Do you know how many pr people are in this building and will send a bunch of paps after you.” You snap, blinking up at him as he tries to come up with a decent reason as to why he is here. 

“I… okay well I figured you would need to leave for lunch so I came to get lunch with you.”

“If you forget about the fact that it involved a little bit of stalking then that would be nice.” You huff, shaking your head from side to side before shrugging. “I get to pick.”

“You know the area best.”

“I get to ask questions.”

“Sure. “ He answers, though he begins to get nervous, his mouth going dry. If you kept looking at him with those eyes he would answer anything, no matter what. 

“Awesome, starting with the big questions.” You smile, leading him down the sidewalk as he clears his throat to try and remain cool. “How long does it take you to clean the arm?”

Relief washes through him as he follows your lead down the street, smiling a bit. 

- 

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was

Making fun of you

But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?

- 

You had no clue what you were doing, guilt and shame coated your every move as you walked with Bucky through the market, watching a mix of people turn to glare or smile at him. 

It was weird, weeks ago you would have been one to glare, hell you had glared at him through your tv hundreds of times. And here you were, walking beside him like you were the closest friends in the world as he searched for plums. 

Your days were spent questioning each other, all light stuff when the sun was out. If you were born in any other century what would it be? Do you think you’re more of a sunshine or moonlight person? 

Then when the sun goes down the questions turn deep. You learned about his memories as the Winter Soldier, you came clean about that night in your memories. 

You were betraying your family, by falling for this man you were betraying your family. It was the one thing that had been bothering you for the past 3 weeks. 

Like right now, when the biggest urge you were fighting was to grab his hand and hold onto it as you both moved to avoid bumping into people, your palm sweating as he sent a quick look your way to make sure you’re okay before moving to a stall that had plums. 

“Are you okay today?” He asks, feeling around for the perfect plum as you pick up the jars of honey not too far off. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lie, setting the jar down and moving towards him to avoid talking to the worker, your hand catching on his lower back before you snatch it back. “How many plums do you need?”

“I. Like. Plums.” He scoffs. “Would you rather be a bee or a flower?”

“Flower, 100 percent.”

“That was….. A really quick answer.” He smiles, paying the stall worker before, leading you both away. “I would want to be a bee.”

“You would be a bitch of a bee. You would not last a day as a bee.” 

“I’m sorry?!” 

“Not a day.” You laugh, throwing the bag you had been carrying around over your shoulder as he looks a little closer at you. 

“You want to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

“You ever feel guilty… for like you family?” You blurt, eyes welling up. “Like you’re disappointing them?”

“Because you’re friends with me?” He asks, his voice tight. 

“Are we friends?” You blurt, it’s not meant to come out that way, but it’s the first time you’ve heard him reference you both as friends. But the second his face falls you realize your mistake. “Wait, I didn’t mean it like- wait.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got it.” He snaps out, keeping his eyes away from you. “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait. No. Okay just give me a chance to explain here.” You rush out, trying to stop him from walking away. “This has been a big adjustment, weeks ago I hated you. Okay? You killed my family so I’m sorry that this was-”

Someone bumps up into him from behind, and you have to take a step back to avoid hitting him, his eyes narrow at the movement as you blink at him. His lips curl as his head tilts, and he blinks. 

“I… I remember you.” He whispers, hands clenching. “You were wearing alien pajamas.”

“You remember?” 

“I…” And it was a remake of that night, you both staring at each other with his eyes narrowed and you getting ready to bolt. He looked green. 

And then he bolts, dashing from you so quickly you barely have time to blink. 

- 

Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?

Did you wish you put up more of a fight?

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch ...her?

It's just a question

- 

He couldn’t breathe, something was bursting in his chest and it was painful, so fucking painful. 

He knew you, that hatred and fear in your eyes brought everything back. The night, when you were just a child and he had….. He had… He was going to pass out. 

His door slammed into the wall so hard it left a dent in the plaster before he slammed it shut again and dashed to his room to snatch his duffel. He needed to go, he needed to leave. Find somewhere else to be, anywhere away from you.  

He was a monster. 

He hears the door swing open, your footsteps following and you come into view soon after, your eyes wide as he continues packing. 

“Bucky. I’m sorry.” He breathes out, snatching a shirt before you come into view and snatching the shirt before it can hit the duffle bag. “Please, just give me a chance. Buck, I am sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry.” He grounds out, moving to grab something else. “I’m sorry.”

“Buck.” You try again, moving to grab his shoulders to stop him. 

“Don’t. Please don’t.” 

“Bucky, come on.” You snap, wrapping your arms around him to get him to stop. “Please don’t. Can we just talk about this. We can figure this out.” 

“I…. I can’t.”

“20 questions. Let’s play 20 questions.” You rush out. 

“No, let’s not. No more questions. We’re done here.” 

“No we’re not.” You snap out, wrapping your legs around his like a koala so he would stop trying to run away. “Would you rather be a tie or a bra?”

“I’m sorry?” “A bear or a tiger?”

“That is terrible. A bra, and a bear.” He huffs, trying not to look at you. 

“20 questions. You can’t leave now that we’ve started the game.” You mumble, staring up at him with wide eyes. 

“That’s the dumbest thing I have ever hear-” He stops when you lean up to press your lips to his softly, your eyes closing as his entire body tenses for a moment before completely melting into it, his hands moving to thread through your hair. 

You moan when he deepens the kiss and his heart just about stops before he tears away. “I never thought….”

“Neither did I.”

- 

You play 20 questions every night, sitting together on your shared living room floor, with whatever show he wanted to catch up on playing in the background. 

He plays with your hair from where your head lays on his chest, humming softly. 

“Would you rather be a plum or a grape?” You whisper, fingers tracing a pattern on his pajama pants. 

“Plum.” He answers quickly, tugging your ear which makes you gasp. 

“I was so close to falling asleep.” You groan, slapping his hand away. “You are such a pain in my ass.” 

“But you love me.”

“That I do.” You hum, moving to sit up. “Your question.”

“Would you….. Will you….” He clears his throat, sitting up straight as you give him a weird look. “Will you marry me?”

[hellowhoisthere]

The Guardianship of Gu Zi - The Crime -Part 1 - The Dead Body in Apt 2D

The thing is that Qi Rong should always be forgiven for the things he does when bored. Boredom itself is the crime. Qi Rong should have been invested in another ipad like the one he gave Gu Zi because the kid had mentioned it. He Xuan warned him that he was going to spoil the kid. Similar to the same argument Xie Lian used for Qi Rong being himself. That his parents spoiled Qi Rong rotten. 

Qi Rong’s usual crimes of boredom involve going for walks and wandering into whatever private event he came across. Weddings, birthday parties, red hat club meetings, and finding the answer of What Would This Do IF I Set it on Fire. The answer was to be on fire and sometimes to release toxic fumes.

Speaking of toxic fumes, Qi Rong is reminded of how the apartment building has reeked for weeks. There are smells you get used to when living in a 5 story walk up, but this is worse than the day apartment 4c decided to slow-broiled salmon all day, thinking that would have made the spoiled fish edible or when the skunks nested in the broken central heating system.

Everyone on the second floor had pinned the smell on Qi Rong, because Qi Rong is blamed for everything, always. No innocent until proven guilty and no one to come to his defense, except Gu Zi.

The landlord has even put notice for Qi Rong to get rid of the smell or be evicted. To that Qi Rong and Gu Zi snapped on rubber gloves and gave the whole space an industrial strength wipe down as he worked in enough clearing services that he knew how to make a place shine. This was much to Gu Zi’s pleasure to have the space so clean, so Qi Rong didn’t mind the exhausting process.

The apartment did shine, but the smell was there lingering under the cleaner’s scent, so the other residents of floor 2 continued to glare at him.

“Video games will rot your brain. You should go to the park or something, and I better go with you in case of stranger danger or whatever.” Qi Rong said once he realized he was counting the paint speckles on the wall.

“I just need to pass this level.” Guzi said, utterly consumed by the screen. 

Qi Rong sighs. Then he hears the noise from the hallway so he opens the door to yell at whoever is out there to shut the hell up, because there is nothing better to do.

Qi Rong wasn’t even gonna hesitate when he saw it was cops closing off the hallway, but Qi Rong knew a crime scene when he saw one, and that could be fun.

Qi Rong rushed back into his apartment to grab latex gloves and white cardigan he stole from Xie Lian and put his hair up into a quick, tight bun.

Honestly at no point did Qi Rong think at all he shouldn’t wander into an active crime scene.

He didn’t think about it when ducked under the police tape, or went into the neighboring apartment. 

Qi Rong hated the guy, but not an active hatred as the man didn’t deserve the space in Qi Rong’s mind to be hated, so Qi Rong felt nothing at seeing the dead body on the floor. 

It was the smell that made him want to throw up. The smell mixed Qi Rong with a feeling of vindication as the stench wasn’t him, and offense as everyone thought he stunk like a corpse. 

Qi Rong crouched pretending to inspect the area of the trash covered floor and heard the detectives talking.

“Looks like a drunken accident if I ever saw one. Knocked his own brains out on this table after tripping on this cord.”

“Looks like some used to live here with him, but no one has been around in a while.”

“Ran his record and says he had a minor child living with him. Could be a runaway unless we are suspecting foul play.”

Qi Rong wasn’t really listening until Qi Rong had caught the last sentence from the detective “... Call CFS, see if there is any case...”.

Everything in the apartment was going out of focus and blurring all together at the detective's words. The state of things was garbage spilling over, seemingly every dish being dirty, take away boxes with rotted left over bits, and broken furniture, and Qi Rong was tripping over it, but was caught by someone.

“Hey, weren't you fired from the coroner's office?” 

“Uh, yeah. I’m not supposed to be here. Good job officer.” Qi Rong patted the cop on back as he made his way back into his apartment

As Qi Rong slumps against the door until he hits the floor, this is when Qi Rong’s brain starts thinking. 

Qi Rong thinks, ‘Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohshit!’.  Qi rong was coming to dawning realization of something he already knew

Qi Rong remembers why he hates the neighbor. The neighbor that would beat his kid. That kid had been Gu Zi. That corpse is still legally Gu Zi’s father. Gu Zi’s father was dead. Gu Zi's father was dead and the cop was going to call CFS and Gu Zi would be taken into the system. Gu Zi would be taken away from him and placed into home Qi Rong would know nothing about. 

Qi Rong wasn’t going to let that happen.

Qi Rong had more thinking to do now. Qi Rong knew how a crime scene was worked. The patrol officer would ask the neighbors questions. Practically being summoned by the thought, Qi Rong felt the cop knock on his door. Qi Rong could hear the conversation on the other side of the door.

“Seems like no one is home.”

“I just saw him walk in.” Another knock. 

Thinking began to turn into panic. The cop had seen Qi Rong come into his apartment. They could break the door down and take Gu Zu from him right now.

Even if the cops didn’t break in now, the officers would be back. Qi Rong knew the questions everyone would be asked, and the answers that would be given.

Everyone knew that GuZi was the dead man's legal child, and that the boy lived with Qi Rong, and that Qi Rong had threatened the life of the neighbor. A neighbor that no one cared for, but was still less hated than Qi Rong.

Qi Rong who was assigned to carry the blame for everything by a hand in the heavens. 

There would be no investigation. There would be no trial. Qi Rong would be held accountable for that man’s stupid death and Gu Zi would be left alone.

Qi Rong would rather be dead than to be placed in another system that would ruin his life. Qi Rong couldn’t die yet though, because there was Gu Zi to think of. 

Objectively, Qi Rong had known GuZi was only living here. He knows Gu Zi would rather live here than with the deadbeat, but does Qi Rong have any right to keep him?

Then, GuZi put his ipad down and looked at Qi Rong, “Are we still going to the park?”

“Do you want to live together forever Gu Zi? Never go back to that other place? It will be just you and me?” 

He could feel the footsteps and chattering in the hall through the vibration on the door. Another knock. The knocking wouldn’t stop. The door would be kicked down on top of Qi Rong any minute now.

 It didn’t matter though. Only Gu Zi’s answer mattered and Qi Rong had to breathe and focus on Guzi’s face as he processed the question, focusing on hearing the boy’s voice over the knocking.

No one had ever asked Qi Rong where he wanted to be, so he had to give GuZi this choice at least.

Gu Zi looked confused at the question for all  of one second and answered with no doubts and a smile, “Of course!”

“Great. Pack your shit. We’re moving.”

[sweetcocopowder]

A Night of Christmas | Shaytham Oneshot

Synopsis: Christmas has rolled around and while Shay is out celebrating, Haytham is brooding. And it's on this night that Shay finds a little understanding on why Haytham doesn't enjoy this time of year.

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angsty/Assassin's Creed Rogue

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Other: Credit to @benkeibear for the divider. I know this is weird getting tagged in a random ass assassin's creed fic. But I hold up to the credit tag haha.

Christmas had its perks. Some bad and some… not as bad. But it’s a time that Haytham never truly celebrated. And that was something Shay found out pretty early on in being a Templar under his eye.

Every year, Shay had just found it as an accuse to drink is merry way. And it seemed like Gist did the same thing. Which was something that Shay appreciated cause the only thing he didn’t want is to be drinking alone again. Liam had given it up for his duties for the Creed. Saying that there was no time to hunker down and celebrate when there was shit happening in the world. Liam’s words, not anyone else’s.

The Greenwich tavern is lively on Christmas. The entire crew of the Morrigan is resided there. The man that owns the tavern -Stocky Dave- is a man that is greedy for money. And if there’s money to be made, Christmas is just another pay check in his books. Which means, Stocky Dave is probably the only tavern open on Christmas day. While every other owner is taking this time off to spend their night with their families or friends.

It’s hard to walk from the entrance to the bar as it is. Every single man is shoulder to shoulder and bellowing out their lungs to sing along to the out of tune piano in the corner. One of the crew members play a carol behind the janky keys, keeping everyone in tune. As best as he can. Everyone sounds like nails on a broken chalk board. In their drunken haze though they sound like angels of the heavens singing upon humanity with finely aged wine in their hands.

Gist pulls darts from the dart board with a drunken, sloppy hand. He chuckles to himself as he drops one of them, his fingers numb with ale. Shay watches him a couple of feet away, waiting for his first mate to come back with the darts. He sways where he stands, a cheeky grin upon his face as some of his crew members shove and push behind him. Some slapping him on the shoulder and others pestering in his ear.

He’s winning at darts. Against Gist, it’s not much of a challenge. His first mate thought he could best him when lost in drink. But that was his first mistake. Shay has a keen eye and even drunk as a skunk, he’s still able to hit the target. Even if he be a bit off at times, ninety percent he’s spot on.

…Lets make that eighty percent to be on the safer side.

Any other time, Shay would have told his crew members off. Told Gist that he has other matters to attend to. But it’s Christmas. And for the first time, it’s as if Haytham hasn’t got anything for them to do or any leads to go after. Which has led all of them here. Drinking and forgetting about yesterday, tomorrow and today.

Gist spews the darts into Shay’s hand, chuckling to himself as some of them fall out of his captain’s hands. One thing Shay has learnt knowing Gist. Is that the man is always sipping on his flask that he keeps inside of his coat. Leaving him smelling of whiskey at every turn. But, when the man drinks, he turns into a big child. A big man child.

With the darts Shay has, he holds one between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches one eye closed to aim down the board. But that doesn’t help the target from forming two on the wall. He thought one eye would at least get rid of the doubling up. He throws the dart, aiming in between the two hoping that somehow, he’ll get something.

The dart hits the wall with a loud thunk, nowhere near the board. He must be losing his touch tonight. Gist grabs onto the back of his shoulders and shakes him violently.

“You’ve lost, Shay! Another miss and you’ll be buying the next round!” His first mate shouts in his ear.

It’s deafening and Shay shies away from Gist. But his mate pays no attention to his discomfort. His mind is only the on round of ale that is going to be coming his way in mere seconds.

Now Shay can’t miss.

He wipes a hand down his face, feeling the sweat he smears off his brow. He didn’t realize how hot it had become in the tavern until right now. He’s sweating and can feel his shirt and vest sticking to him, coat long forgotten somewhere in the tavern. Just glad he took it off earlier tonight instead of sweating in the leather. Last thing he would want to do his to treat the coat with a massive hangover.

The two dart boards suddenly come together and Shay quickly aims with another dart. If he starts seeing double again, he’s undeniably going to be seeing the last of his coin leave his hand tonight. He aims with both eyes this time, and throws.

Bullseye.

Three men that have been watching the entire game suddenly rise in a roar of cheer. Louder than the carol being sung and only for a moment does it stutter. But it picks right up real quick after. Gist stares at the board with wide eyes before quickly composing himself. He may be a drunk, but he ain’t an angry drunk.

He holds out his hand to Shay with a cheesy grin. His captain takes it, shaking strongly. If Shay has learnt at least one thing tonight, he’s still good at darts while half a barrel in.

“I’ll grab us another round, aye!” Gist says as he’s already pushing himself through the crowd, trying to find the bar within the hoard of other drunken men.

Shay can’t help the chuckle that escapes his throat. He looks around the tavern, spotting many of his crew mingled in with others local to New York. But something catches his eye. In the front window of the tavern.

Haytham.

Haytham stands sideways looking in, inspecting the crowd that’s making the night rowdy. He’s still dressed up in his blue attire with his tricorn hat upon his head. His eyes dart from man to man like a cat watching prey. As if he had been walking past and stopped to see what all the fuss was about.

Shay’s stare is finally met with Haytham’s. The Grandmaster seems to straighten up, his eyes not leaving Shay’s. What is Haytham doing here? Is he looking for Shay? Has something come up? After that thought, Haytham moves off and out of sight.

Shay moves before he’s even thinking. He pushes through the crowd and being a large man himself, he gets through quite easily. He throws the tavern doors open and the cold air hits him in the face, shocking him. He blinks as if waking up from a dream, his eyes adjusting to his surroundings.

It’s faintly snowing. The New York street is already softly covered in a thin layer of white, giving everything a misty feel. Shay quickly spots the back of Haytham’s cloak walking under a lamp light.

“Haytham!” Shay calls out, running to the Grandmaster without thinking.

Too much ale fills his mind to think properly at this time of night. He’s lost track of what hour it is and it must be late. Or early for that matter it could be some time in the morning.

Haytham stops in his tracks under a lamp and turns to Shay, his face as flat as a day with no wind. He may show no emotion, but it’s already warning enough to tread lightly. Shay may have seen this sober, but not tonight. He stops a little too close to Haytham, the strong smell of alcohol scrunching the British man’s nose up slightly.

“What has you out tonight?” Shay asks with a grin.

 “A ponder is all.”

“A ponder out for me?” Shay steps a little closer. “I’m charmed.”

Haytham takes a large step away out of the street light. Shay straightens up suddenly, finally catching the hint. He clears his throat, taking a glance back to the tavern and around. No one is out on the street. They are either inside with their own family and friends or drinking like the rest in the tavern or little ally ways that no one stupid enough is to go down.

Shay licks his lips. “Want to join us?” He offers.

“No,” is all he gets back as blunt as an iron hammer.

Shay reaches out and grabs onto Haytham’s hand. But, unlike many a times before he’s done such a simple act, Haytham rips his own from Shay’s. The captain sobers up real quick then and there. His brows furrow and he stares at Haytham, looking for an answer. All he’s met with though is a cruel glare that Shay knows all too well.

“Like I said, I’m out for a ponder. Nothing more,” Haytham strikes back. “Not here to get drunk over a Christian holiday that marks no greater cause.”

A cord is struck inside of Shay and it hurts a slight. Something that shows clear on his face with a furrowed brow and open mouth. He wishes he could snap. Could say many a things. But this is Haytham Kenway. He cannot and should not. He keeps those angered words to himself.

“I’ll leave you be, Haytham,” Shay takes a small step aways. “I’ll see you morning come.”

With that, Shay heads back to the tavern in a sour mood hanging heavy over his head. Haytham doesn’t reply back, letting him storm back down the way he came. The rest of the night will be spent drinking in sorrow and not glee. Something that Gist catches onto straight away.

Shay gets to the bottom of his free drink of the night before he decides to call it in for Christmas. It wouldn’t even be classified as Christmas anymore since it is the next day already. That wouldn’t matter for the crew until the sun comes up over the horizon.

Alone, Shay plods home with his coat draped over his arm. His hidden blade bracers weigh heavy on his arms and heave down on his shoulders. He feels like he’s dragging his boots across the pavement with each step he takes. By God will he feel this in the morning. If any one were to sneak up on his drunk ass right now, they’d be able to get a few good hits in. So, to prevent that happening, Shay continues plodding.

Shay remembers his early years when he use to live with his aunt. It wasn’t for long, but he got a good few Christmas’s with her. The first one, it hadn’t been too long after his father had passed out at sea. It was the first time that Shay had felt some sort of happiness after those events. Liam had come to visit but he wasn’t there for long. It was just him and his aunt. It was a mellow day, sat around the fire place keeping warm. Yet, it is a memory to a hold tight on. A moment that pops up every time around this time of year.

Somehow, Shay arrives at the bridge to Fort Arsenal unharmed. He huffs as he opens the gates that creak loudly in the night. It scratches at his ears and nearly all of Greenwich would have heard. He locks it behind him and makes his way to the manor.

The front door opens with ease.

Shay lets the door open by itself as he blinks once, twice and thrice. He knows he locked it. He steps in with hesitance and gives a quick sweep of the manor. The fire place is lit, crackling and burning bright as if it’s been eating at the wood for an hour or so.

Haytham sits on the lounge in front of the fire with his hands twinned in front of him. He stares at the fire in his own world, the light flickering over his hardened features. He doesn’t look to Shay or even acknowledge his arrival.

His hat has been placed on the table in front of him and his coat hangs next to Shay’s head at the entrance. He’s made himself at home and waiting like a house wife. Waiting for Shay to get back from his long trip away at sea. Or, waiting for him to get back home from his long day at work. It almost feels like that to Shay, but he can’t help but feel like a child coming home to his aunt waiting to discipline him for being out too late.

Without a word, Shay sits down on the far end of the same lounge from Haytham. He looks into the fire, wanting to see what has Haytham so interested. A coal pops and a half burnt log falls into the ashes. Like fireflies, coal spews up into the chimney.

“Have you ever had a proper Christmas?” The question slips through ale soaked lips.

A silence follows that is filled with thought. Haytham breathes in heavily and releases it with a sigh.

“I don’t think I have,” Haytham admits.

Shay looks to him softly with a better understanding of him. Maybe not much. But those few words are much more than he would have offered to anyone else in the Order or in the street.

“Not even when you were a youngling?” Shay prods.

A lost look comes to Haytham as the fire dances in his eyes. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“If we had, I was far too young to remember.”

A lie. But one that Shay won’t nudge at. He only hums in reply and looks to the fire a moment more. His eyes droop and his attention wavers as tiredness washes over him like waves. If he stays here any longer, he’ll fall asleep.

With a huff, Shay stands to his feet and walks a couple of steps before stopping. All so that he’s standing on the other side of Haytham.

“Would you like to join me for bed?” Shay asks with a short, outstretched hand.

Haytham finally looks at him, staring to the hand in front of him. The smallest of smiles itch at his lips as he shakes his head just as lightly.

“I won’t join a man that smells as if he’s fallen into a barrel of ale,” Haytham declares with a queer tone.

Shay can’t blame the man. He wouldn’t want to either. Not sober nor even a little tipsy. And he doesn’t think Haytham would get pissed drunk just to join him in bed to help aid his own hangover in the morning.

Instead, Shay leans down heavily with a hand on the arm rest and gives Haytham a soft kiss on the cheek. One that Haytham leans into ever so faintly with closed eyes.

With unspoken words, Shay calls in for the night. All while Haytham recalls his own first Christmas in front of the burning fire. His first Christmas with his father that he can proudly remember.

T’was early in the morning when Jenny had batted him over the face with a pillow. Shouting in his face that Christmas had arrived. That all he was getting was coal in his stockings this year. Haytham had shouted and protested that he had been good. Had raced down the stairs to prove his half sister wrong.

He remembers his father standing by the fire place. He can’t remember his face now. Long blurred and forgotten by events that would take a couple of years later. But he does remember the wide grin that wrinkled his eyes. A smile that made Haytham’s heart bloom something warm.

That day, his father had gifted him something so dear. A model ship. His own model ship that Haytham had kept in his room. Looked upon each night before he fell asleep. Wondered what it would be like to sail out to sea on such a thing. Have the breeze in his hair and the salt on his lips. What an innocent thought for such a young boy.

One that went up in flames like the model ship. One long forgotten until days like this. When everyone around would cheer and celebrate such a wholesome day. Haytham could only sit and think about the what ifs. What if he had sailed, something akin to the freedom that Shay has now. What if he had become the man his father would adore into his adult hood. What if he could remember his father’s face one last night. Not out of shame or pity. But one out of pride and joy.

Only if…

[leffee]

Vinnil head cannons?

-fluff head cannon for you: vinnie and Sunil are always touching even when they don’t notice in fact their friends point it out more often then they notice.

Oh thank you so much for giving me a headcanon, I love receiving them, please feel free to send more if you want. As for me, well, I'll try to give you some and keep them relatively new or at least mention ones I haven't talked about in a long time if that's even possible:

one of Vinnie's favourite things ever he wants to do with his significant other - so Sunil in this case, is taking showers with him. To him it's such an intimate and pleasant experience cause he gets to see Sunil in all his glory and he gets his dose of touching him and also being touched plus having his hair washed by Sunil is even better than showering itself. Naturally Sunil was much more hesitant about doing it for the first time and as willing as Vinnie was he 100% expected that so he was patient and when they finally showered together it was so much more special

whenever Sunil needs to leave for a longer time (or honestly any amount of time), and for whatever reason Vinnie can't go with him, he leaves him a piece of clothing he has been wearing so Vinnie has his smell with him because he's weird like that and that keeps him relatively calm. Actually, Sunil has a few ways to control Vinnie like that so this is just one of them

they are anxiety boyfriends, you can't change my mind. Sunil is just anxious in general while Vinnie has separation anxiety, and while everyone kinda just knows that being fearful is one of Sunil's defining features your average person who knows Vinnie is not aware of hisanxiety because well, it's not there all the time plus it's not that he's willing to admit to that. So anyway, anxiety boyfriends, but while Sunil's response is more of a flight or sometimes fawn Vinnie's is more of a mix of fight and rarer freeze

it's not that Vinnie has green hair and wears so many green clothes etc because green is his favourite color, oh no. You see, green is actually Sunil's favourite color partly because it's so calming, so... you know, that why Vinnie uses it so much. Why doesn't Sunil use green nearly as much if it's his favourite color? Because he thinks he looks bad in green. Naturally Vinnie doesn't agree, but while convincing Sunil about that is hard what is easy is wearing green himself. I have absolutely told a different headcanon before that directly contradicts this one, so like every other headcanon this one doesn't exist in every timeline

Vinnie handles Sunil's stressful social situations whenever possible like phone calls or ordering food. He very much does that also in the rare occasions that his social battery is empty because he just loves Sunil this much. It's not that he does that 100% of the time, Sunil does not want to appear like he can't do it himself because he really can and/or it'd be hard to explain every detail Vinnie needs to remember to him, but it does definitely happen, basically just

with Sunil being the one hiding of course. Well, Vinnie's much shorter so it's not very effective but you know

if they were to get married, and given that Vinnie really, really wants that and Sunil is rather neutral - he can, doesn't have to it's going to happen, Vinnie wants to be the one to take Sunil's last name. This is to satisfy his possesive urges. You could say it's kinda backwards but that's exactly what he wants so then he will be Vinnie Nevla, well, Vincent Alfonso Nevla. At the very least he wants their last names to be combined, so Terrio-Nevla or Nevla-Terrio, but preferably he just wants to be Nevla.

Sunil is the only one who really knows just how extreme Vinnie can get. For example, one time Vinnie was really smelly because a skunk sprayed him (hehe) and he really wanted cuddles but Sunil said he wouldn't cuddle him until he stopped smelling. So Vinnie hopped under the shower the same day to get rid of this smell of course. And once he realized it wasn't getting off that easily he fucking scrubbed himself bloody. Just to get cuddles. Yeah.

Okay I think that's enough. For someone whose favourite ship is Vinnil I really don't have that many headcanons for them because 95% of my brain power dedicated to lps goes to Vinnie alone.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Wait..the others are being pranked too????

@demon-blood-youths @chunibyo-x-sorcerer

"Of course it is!!!!! Everyone is already dealing with pranksters today! I mean, yeah it's funny but some anons tend to go well..over board." Davion explains to the anon. Just like this morning...

"Some anons pranked the fractions just for fun." he explains to them.

"Yeah! My fraction got pranked. Someone messed with Vivi's tea set and replaced it with dirt." she said. She remembers Vivi's eye twitching and she was spitting out the tea that tasted like dirt.

"My drum set was destroyed! Still not cool!"

"Echo well..she's got some putting her in a cute girly princess dress and...she hates that." She remembers Echo swearing in Italian very angry and she's on the hunt for any more.

"Mouse had someone send fake virus she is working on getting rid of them. She's been annoyed since it also ruined her laptop." she sweatdrops.

"And Jinx well.........they sorta ruined her morning by dumping oil on her, dump feathers on her, and she is trying to get the stuff off..no luck." she said.

"The other fractions..I don't know. I heard some was pranking Kali with very annoying noises and pranks. Someone even dumped pies on Kali and her team."

"Someone destroyed Ash's greenhouse...again. She was upset about that for a while." she said remembering Ashley's crying with her team worried. "As for the guys, well...they had their own set of pranks."

"Rex and his fraction, some were having their weapons taken away last night but..they were placed in hidden locations. Coated in glue and sticky paste."

"Ummm Ethan and Willow's teams got pranked. Someone trapped Ethan's group in a gas house but..they has to leave due to the horrible smell. Willow's place was coated in toilet paper and....their was garbage everywhere. That smelled horrible too."

"I know Fin's area was scatted with skunks....I don't know how they got so many in that location.."

"......Uhh did I miss anyone?" she asked.

"Well, Yuuka's team was pranked. Some was drenched in water that had itching powder mixed in it. However, Yuu had her hair died black and frozen with some prank glue. She's been trying to clean it out for hours since this morning......"

"As for Guam's fraction, I don't know. I heard something happened but we got no word of the anon jokesters doing.."

"The lovely horrors were pranked too...but I know they were not happy. Even with some people drawing on their faces for fun. It was not funny knowing the markers were leaving them itchy. Even some they are with got pranked. Ryu and Gin had their clothes stolen. Willie was put in a drunken state to mess with his telekenisis and he is angry. Chuya was pied in the face and covered in so many mud pies....ummmm he is still mad of the chocolate. Yumeno didn't like the pranks since some was trying to scare him....I don't know of the horrors themselves but their pranks were not fun." Breezy said.

"I heard Batman was pranked too. His own suit was died pink but he also was seeing some was dressing up the bats. I remember him saying his bat mobile was painted and coated in oil and with feathers. He was not happy about that." Davion said.

"As for Yuji and the others..I got word that they are going through their own pranksters and well..some are taking it too far with the others using cursed techniques to prank them. Even the Exorcists too..."

"So to say in short....they already made this day bad." Breezy said. "I'm going to kill those jerks for destroying my drum set-" As she speaks some ran by but they were holding something else.

"Huh? Hey, those are my panties! WHAT THE FUCK! GIVE THOSE BACK!" She chases after them.

"Breezy wait!" Davion sees her rush off but he sweatdrops. "And before you ask, even Izuku and the others are being pranked too..."

[gay-kurapika]

God I'm not done. Smokers think you can't fucking TELL. They think they're "discreet" as if that's not the most foul scent any one else has ever smelled. Especially weed smokers. Like do you actually get it? Do you understand? I don't think you do. You literally smell so bad that people compare you to a skunk and use similar practices to get rid of your scent. How does this not matter to you? I'd be so embarrassed. People think of you as an animal that is known for smelling bad. You stink up the spaces close to you and make life worse for people who are literally just trying to do their best. Stop fucking smoking. I don't even care about being nice about it anymore, you are gross, block me. Stop fucking smoking.

[kittyms167]

Got home late last night yesterday to a stinky house. Yoshi tangled with a skunk yesterday morning. After 2 baths and some spray, it’s mostly just his face that stinks. But phew, skunk spray smell really is no joke to get rid of.

[felixferitas]

@filmdesque: weed is better. i'm off alcohol.

this warrants a frown on felix's face, brows knitted with a familiar a kicked puppy expression as he lowers the beer he'd been offering jonathan. "you saying you're 'off' it kinda implies there was a problem. and alcohol is the most socially acceptable substance to abuse, mate. was there a problem?" felix needles gently, careful not to overstep a boundary as he takes jonathan's suggestion into consideration and retrieves an innocuous looking ziploc with some rolled joints from the nightstand beside his bed. he grins impishly, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet as he offers jonathan a neatly rolled joint. "i get an earful everytime i go home just for the smell of cigarette smoke. haven't quite figured out to get rid of the smell of skunk weed, either," he admits with a forlorn sigh. if jonathan has any tips for that, he's all ears -- frankly tired of getting lectured.

[thoughtportal]

How To Get Rid of Skunk Smell in the Yard

Skunk spray can travel ten feet and potentially settle into the porous surfaces of wooden decks and play sets or natural stone walkways. But there are ways to deodorize these outdoor structures.

Mix 1 cup of bleach with 1 gallon of water (be sure to test in a small area to when working with bleach)

Working in small areas, use a sponge, cloth, or mop to wash the surface with the solution

Rinse each section with fresh water immediately after scrubbing, making sure not to let the solution sit for more than five minutes, as bleach can discolor the surface.

Do not use this solution in a pressure washer. The overspray can bleach plants or other unintended items.

Launder any affected outdoor fabrics in a washer set to the hottest setting with ½ cup of baking soda and laundry detergent. If items are too large, use a steamer to neutralize the odor.

These tips will help get rid of the skunk smell, but remember to work quickly so the odor has less time to settle in.

[scatterbrainedcoree]

Yeah, I'm here to warn you not to use tomato juice -Stencha

Wait, what? -Meggy

Yeah, tomato juice only masks the smell, but it doesn't get rid of it. I have a list of the stuff you'll actually need to de-skunk your cat. -Stencha

Huh, that’s interesting

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 27, pt 3

I hope everyone has had a good weekend! I'll see you with another update Tuesday!

Previously

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“If it’s something that can help us find A-Zhan, I promise I won’t do anything that would get you in trouble,” jyl said so seriously it startled jzxuan. He had known the omega a long time and while he had, on a few rare occasions, seen her adopt a serious attitude for whatever reason—usually in defence of her dumbass brother—he had never been close enough to actually see the cold sincerity in her face, to smell the sparkle of a promise wafting off her.

The Lus paused in their badly whispered argument over whether to tell them whatever secret they were keeping before the omega-girl blurted out, “Bunnies!”

“Bunnies?” the alpha-girl asked, obviously as surprised by their answer as jzxuan and jyl were. She raised an eyebrow at her friends. “I didn’t know you had wild bunnies here.”

“We don’t,” jyl told her, her own eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

“We didn’t,” the omega-girl continued, “but, well…”

“But someone got two from the city,” came another voice, one of the alpha-girls who had talked about how horrible jwy was, jzxuan realized as she too stepped out of the restaurant, followed by the remainder of their group. “His parents freaked out though and told him to get rid of them. I think they expected him to kill the things—wouldn’t have if they knew him at all,” she scoffed, shaking her head, her waist length hair swishing around her as she muttered about parents who knew nothing about their own children. “Well, he couldn’t kill them, and he couldn’t keep them. So he let them go.”

“We all expected them to die!” another voice added, someone near them saying they still thought that should count as killing them, not the circle of life, and seemingly setting the group into an ongoing argument over ethics and where responsibility ended.

“But they didn’t!” someone else called over their friends’ argument. “And you know what happens when bunnies are left alone.”

A few of the teenagers snickered, before a timid omega-boy stammered, “I-I thought they were b-both girls!” sending more of the group into a fit of laughter.

“A-Zhan does like bunnies…” jyl said as she turned back to the woods.

“You think he’d run off into the woods chasing one?” the foreign alpha-girl asked.

jzxuan was already shaking his head in exasperation and looking off into the woods when he heard jyl confirm that yes, she did in fact believe lwj would run off into the woods chasing woodland creatures. Of course he would. He liked bunnies and he was drunk as a skunk—another woodland animal. Just great. Just what he needed, to have to explain to wwx how his mate had run off to join the creatures of the forest. Maybe the older alpha would kill him, rip his throat out. At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with inheriting the family business or getting married off to some omega he didn’t want.

Behind him, he could hear the group of teens discussing the situation, something about whether some of them should head to the more accessible areas around where lwj had disappeared to see if they could find the runaway alpha. Personally, he was rather done with this whole situation and wanted to go to bed. Could he just lay down right here, right in front of the sketchy crepe restaurant, and sleep? He doubted the old lady inside could move him, although she was likely to kick him until he moved himself.

Unfortunately, jzxuan couldn’t just let these random teenagers go off and find his lost, intoxicated friend, although he cursed himself for not being able to just abandon everyone. Maybe his father was right after all, maybe he did need to be a bit more cold-hearted. Leave the teenagers, stupid and still idolizing lwj after his fight with Chong-xiansheng, to find him. He could be their problem now! jzxuan would just have to figure out how to not care about his friend’s fate!

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A/N: of course lwj spotted a bunny and chased after it. I wonder if he'll catch it 🤔

[mihai-florescu]

Oh skunks are super real, I grew up with them and have had dogs sprayed before. Honestly the smell isn't as bad people say (or maybe I've just become used to it?) but yea, it's still not something you want to smell like for awhile

They smell worse when dead tbh (one snuck into the highschool and stank up the building for like 2 weeks or so)

What did your school end up doing to get rid of the smell... does tomato soup make it go away like in cartoons or was That a lie? I only vaguely remember one of the ppl back in the US saying oh yeah i think theres a skunk in the area one day after school but thats about the extent to which theyve ever been an issue in my life. We had loads of dead deer on the road but never skunks afaik...

[procyongaaay]

Also baking soda in with a load of washing is a great way to get stubborn bad smells out of clothing. I've had a lot of success even with running cold water loads with about 2tbs of baking soda add to get rid of smoke (cannabis or tobacco), blood (menstrual or otherwise), feces (tiny humans and animals alike), and even skunk smells (though I presoaked the skunk sprayed items in vinegar and rinsed before adding, so milage may vary). Also if I've forgotten a load in the washer and it sours I'll run it again on a shorter cycle with a bit of baking soda and it comes out smelling fresh and clean!

In case no one told you growing up

Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.

If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)

Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.

You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)

Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.

Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.

To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.

Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.

Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.

If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.

Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advance of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.

After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.

Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.

Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.