#sorry this is horribly organized and more train of thought

[bruisedboys]

This celebration is ADORABLE! Finnick Odair with ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

hi honey, thank you so much! join the celebration

finnick odair x fem!reader (r is implied to be a past victor)

You feel a bit silly standing at Finnick’s door in your pyjamas, your face damp with tears, bare feet sinking into the carpeted floor. The train hums beneath you, almost hypnotising. You’re a bad sleeper in general, but being on this train has resurfaced so many things you wish you could forget. You don’t know why you expected any better, but tonight’s been dreadful.

You’re not sure if Finnick will even answer the door. You want to try anyway because your heart won’t stop racing and he’s the only person you’d ever want to see at a time like this.

“Finnick?” You swallow around the thick lump in your throat and knock softly on his door. “It’s me.”

He’s at the door faster than you expected. Perhaps he was having as bad a night as you.

“Y/N?” Finnick blinks at you. His hair’s a mess, his shirt crumpled. “Hey. Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

You blink away fresh tears that threaten to spill. “I’m— I can’t sleep,” you confess. Red hot embarrassment creeps up your neck like flames. “I’m really sorry I woke you.”

Finnick shakes his head. “No, no, don’t be,” he murmurs, a pinch between his brows. “It’s okay, honey, I get it. Did you want to come in?”

You nod silently. He encourages you in to sit on the end of his bed, letting the door shut behind you. You and Finnick, you have a strange relationship. You’re very close, he knows you inside out, has learnt all your secrets but one. You think you’re in love with him, and you really hope he feels the same, but you’re worried that sparkly hope is blinding you. Either way, he’ll do anything for you, which is why you’re here.

You sit on his bed, silent. Your chest feels tight, like someone’s gone and tied a knot with all your organs. Tears well in your eyes and you blink them away desperately.

Finnick moves to stand over you, tall and firm but buzzing with worry. He takes your face in his hands, achingly gentle.

“You wanna tell me what’s the matter?” He asks softly. He swipes at your lower lash line where fresh tears are starting to gather. “What’s made a pretty girl like you cry so much, hm?”

You’re so upset you miss his blatant flirting. You’ll remember it in the morning, though, and you won’t be able to look him in the eye for the rest of the day.

“I keep having these awful dreams,” you say, your voice a strained, weak thing. You take a deep breath, determined to get through telling Finnick what’s bothering you without crying. “I thought they’d gone away, but I guess being on this train, it’s all come flooding back. It’s horrible, Finnick. I don’t …”

Your voice breaks. Your face crumples. So much for not crying. The first of a fresh round of tears spill over Finnick’s hands. He makes a sad, pitying noise and wraps you up in a strong hug.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He encourages your head to his abdomen, seemingly not caring that your tears are quickly dampening his shirt. He rubs your back with a big, warm hand. “It’s okay.”

He lets you cry into his shirt for as long as you need. You know he knows there’s nothing much he can say. Not that he’s said already, anyway. You’re always gonna be haunted, always followed by the sharp bite of grief and guilt. Still, it’s nice to be understood. To be touched like he’s trying to hold all of the pieces of you together lest you crumble.

Finnick rubs your back diligently until the tears ebb and you’re breathing normally again. He pulls back and you miss his warmth. You wish he’d hold you forever. His hands feel grounding as he tilts your face up to look at him.

“You’re safe with me,” he tells you softly. “Yeah?”

You nod. Your head hurts. Your chest burns from crying so much and you’re bone-deep tired. Finnick must notice, because he strokes your cheek fondly.

“You’re tired, lovely girl?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement. His warm hand where it loves on your cheek is enough to send you to sleep. You feel very safe with him indeed. “You need sleep. You’re welcome to stay here, if you want. Would you like to?”

“If that’s okay,” you whisper hoarsely.

Finnick smiles, a soft pretty thing, enough to make your heavy heart soar. He chucks you under the chin fondly. “Of course it’s okay, sweetheart. I think we’ll both get a better sleep if you’re here with me.”

You’re too tired to ask what he means, but you can guess.

[multifandomwhore-003]

Forever —Drabble

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader

Summary: First time watching your boyfriend crash during a race? Rough.

Genre: angst, fluff.

Waring(s): Mentions of the Las Vegas crash.

Taglist: @ join taglist here

A/N: This is by far the most poetic work I've ever put out (I think), that being said. WHATEVER TF THIS IS, BLAME ON HIM, THIS MAN IS GORGEOUS

Gif credits to whom it belongs

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK

Even through ringing ears and a dazy view, he could clearly hear you, wondering then how it was even possible, he heard beyond the arguments and strong footsteps; the flare of your nose, the shakiness in your breath, the hamering in your heart, he swore he could feel it. And with that in mind, he sighed in relived, he could feel something after all, the last thing he remembered, the last thing he perceived was dread, flashing through the last few hours of his life, could those be his last?

Shaking, on the verge of tears all he could do beyond gathering the last remnants of strength in him, was think of his family, you right beside his parents, you.

Minutes passed before he realized he blinked forcefully, perhaps one of these times he'd actually lose consciousness, or worse, be gone for good. His usual dramatics and the painkillers were dancing around his brain, making it their playground. Against all of this, he tried to organize the sound with letters, letters into words, and words into speech. Speech, Could he speak right now?

He prepared himself for the task by trying to stand on his elbows.

"Mr. Norris, please lie down," the nurse guided his head back into the pillow.

"My girlfriend," his throat was hoarse strangely enough.

"She's right outside," the nurse's undertone confirmed his bare train of thought.

"I have to see her," he grabbed the woman's arm, he was pleading.

She whispered something under her breath, clearly giving in to the situation, "I'll let her in," she grinned.

He could recognize something now, your stance, firm in shape, trembling with every motion, you stepped in asking, no, demanding the nurse to close the door behind her, avoiding her gaze in plain coldness. You said nothing for the first few seconds, breathing deeply.

"I'm okay," he let out.

"I know, they've already explained everything to me," you covered your mouth.

His fingers reached for yours, longed for them, interlacing with one another, perfectly, like every time before tonight.

He took some awareness of his surroundings, as much as he could without pushing to the edge, how horrible of a might he had over his head, effective, but far too harsh, far too overwhelming.

"We're going home in a couple of hours, they just wanna make sure, you're going to be fine," you knew you were failing at reassuring him, he didn't need it, but you did.

"I gathered that, otherwise you would still be outside yelling at everyone you could,"

You chuckled, not proud of your actions, but finding them rather hysterical at the moment, "I'm sorry you had to hear that,"

"It was music to my ears," he joked.

"Having my screams flood this place?"

"Having you care so much about me,"

"Always," was all you could answer biting down a sniffle.

It was not so long ago when you quietly promised yourself to give him your heart, the one thing you'd never thought you'd offer, let alone to the guy the Russells so kindly invited to a tennis event, to the guy who over a few drinks and laughs without a sense of shame in the world asked you to dance messily, making of those videos something for the internet to cut and explore. He was so much more than that now, and even to put it into those words was the understatement of a lifetime.

He could say the same thing about his side of the story, to explore a rather rushed friendship before diving, completely submerging, was something he'd labeled as a blessing. To fill his hours by your side in talking, and talking until you had everything to learn from one another laid out and displayed in string lights. Neither of you looked for this, flowing like every bottle of champagne you saw him pop, like every shot of Tequila you drank during Mario-kart nights, like every tear of Rosé you spilled all over your couch in the middle of the night.

And to think that both the most infamous people of their career found in themselves something far more valuable than money, fame, even transcending. Comprehending during the first years of your adulthood what it all meant to allow yourself to be completely consumed with love. So unexpectedly both your reputation and his infinite rumors could all be proven wrong. Through the worst of the trials and tribulations of being committed, you still survived.

His head rested in all the calmness you made by moving heaven and earth to have, in the crook of your neck, never letting go of the sensation of his breath, his life. How funny was it to trust someone enough to keep you alive, physically, mentally emotionally; how funny that none of them could think of how to prove something as mysterious as love to be true, in themselves, in one another, in other people past the centuries, yet they believed in, that's what they invested their faith in.

Admitting you were never fools, but only to each other, you could almost touch each other's soul, finding it far more familiar than your own.

"I'm okay," he'd been repeating the same words like a prayer since the night before.

"I know," you gulped, letting go of a choked exhale.

He read you, "Trust me?"

"Forever," you reminded your thoughts, clearing them out with just one.

—If you can't trust yourself, trust him, forever—

"I'm okay," he tested the words against your sleepless frame.

"I belive you," you finally admitted in peace before giving you lips to his.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Give me a Reason: Chapter 17 - "Thad"

Computer Literacy was blessedly easy at least, she thought as she stumbled into the classroom, taking a steadying breath.

Her eyes almost automatically glanced up at N, who had nearly always given her a wave when he saw her enter, though today it looked like he was completely absorbed in conversation with someone else, a boy in a red backwards hat, brown peeking out from underneath it. Who was leaning on the back of her usual seat with his arms crossed.

She warily approached, was she going to have to find somewhere else to sit? There were a couple of others still free but, her and N were partners, how would they still work together?

She ignored the second train of thought, the one that was making her heart ache slightly at the prospect of having to go elsewhere, bring replaced by a more interesting friend so easily.

But, she didn't even have time to question it before N noticed her, and he gave her a radiant smile. “Hey Uzi! Sorry Thad, that's her seat your leaning on.”

The boy looked back at her, his eyes a dull green, like grass that had been shocked with weedkiller. A sports jacket clung to his shoulders, ‘Copper Football Team’ emblazoned on the front in yellow letters.

“Oh Hey, I'm Thad, sorry for taking your seat.” He moved off the back of her chair, dunking his hands in his pockets as he smiled, it was friendly, not as bright as N's but still warm and inviting.

“It's… fine.” She said awkwardly, in no real mood to socialize with the pain in her side.

“N said you two went ghost hunting last weekend. It's Gnarly, you two are braver then I am. I still get scared by the raccoon that lives under my house.”

Uzi blinked, taking a moment to register that she was being talked to, and a second more for her to realize it wasn't negative.

“Oh uh- Yeah, we did.” Uzi replied after a moment of struggling to bend down to put her backpack under the table, she didn't catch the way N looked at her worried lying when she flinched. “I wouldn't call N brave though, he got scared of an itty bitty spider, hehehe.”

“Hey!” N protested, pouting but not in a way that suggested he was actually upset.

“Aw she exposed you dude!” Thad laughed, but his attention was quickly back on her. “You're Uzi right? N mentioned your name, it's super badass. I wish I shared my name with a gun.”

Uzi felt herself blush, still not used to being complimented. And she couldn't really find the words to say to it either.

“I don't think Thad's a bad name.” N came to her rescue, thankfully. And Thad looked at him deadpan.

“When you find any character named “Thaddeus McFlynn” who isn't just in the background, or doesn't die a horrible death. Let me know.”

Uzi winced, man had a name like an old british man. She didn't envy him. N just shrugged.

“Anyway, I gotta get back to class, coach will chew my ass if I'm gone too long, I just came here to pick up his prints.” He picked up a stack of what looked like sign up papers, and turned back at N.

“Hey, I'm serious about signing up for one of our teams, you'd be great!” Thad gave him a finger gun and Uzi a small salute before he left the classroom, Uzi watching as he left.

N didn't really reply to that, just looked a little sad before shaking his head and returning all his attention to Uzi.

“Sorry about that. He was talking about me joining the basketball team since I'm so tall, then we somehow got onto what we did over the weekend and… yeah.” He rambled, but Uzi just nodded softly, it wasn't like she was expecting to remain N's only freind or anything, not with his personality. It's what she expected… honestly.

“It's fine.” How much had she said that today? It felt like a lot, her side throbbed uncomfortably as she tried to adjust.

“Hey uh. I know you told me to stop asking. And I promise I totally am, but… are you okay, you've looked uncomfortable all day.” He spoke up again after a second, and Uzi felt every single muscle in her body tense up, she was fine. She'd been through worse, way worse.

She turned to glare at him, words of vitriol bubbling up in her throat, but she only halfway opened her mouth before his soft, warm expression made them die into nothing, a gentle smile worn on his face and genuine concern behind those caramel eyes.

She sighed.

“I'm fine, really, just… had a run in with someone. I've been through worse.”

“Oh… well um…” N really didn't know how to help, that answer was… vague at best. But he didn't want to scare her off from opening up more by pushing her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

She looked at him for a beat, taking in his nervous smile.

“No.” She replied simply, and the window he'd had was abruptly shut in his face. His smile fell a little.

“You can keep distracting me though. That's helping.” She added after a minute, and his head snapped back up, she was avoiding his eyes, but he caught a small smile gracing her face.

And with another brilliant smile, thats what he did, dragging her into a conversation about dogs that she did her best to listen intently to, the pain being slightly buried under the weight of his voice.

When it was finally time to go home, Uzi was bracing herself on one of the brick pillars in front of the building, knowing all she needed was to walk home and she could treat herself with some sweet, sweet painkillers. It was just… actually getting there that was going to be the difficult part.

It wasn't that far away, but with how difficult walking had become, she knew it was going to be complete and total agnoy. Stalling, she was stalling.

What were the chances of her dad actually being home for once to drive her back? Probably slim to none, but… she could check.

She pulled out her phone, Khan being the first name in her contacts, the second, and last, being N.

Uzi: Hey Dad, just wondering if u could pick me up from school today.

She stared at the messaging app for almost a full minute with no response before she grumbled, leaning against the brick and closing her eyes for a moment.

When she did eventually bring her head back up, she realized that she'd been standing against the pillar for way too long, the second wave of busses already on their way out, meaning she'd been there for at least ten minutes.

Maybe she was in more pain than she thought…

“Uzi?” A voice caught her attention, and she spun around to be face to face with N's stupidly tall figure, Thad was right… he would be good for basketball.

She was starting to feel warm, and slightly nauseous, neither were any good signs, bit both she ignored.

“O-oh hey N.” Shit, her voice was a little shaky now too, she placed a palm onto the brick behind her, feeling a bit like she might pass out. Crap, that probably meant Lizzy pinched something in her somewhere, that was great.

“I thought you would've left already. Don't you walk home?” One of his brows were raised, he looked behind her, Tessa had pulled in and was waiting for him.

“Just… enjoying the day…?”

“Why did that sound like a question?” He asked, clearly not believing her in the slightest. Uzi blinked, trying to stifle the painful tremble in her voice.

“It didn't.” She tried, trying to begin to walk away, only to stumble and nearly trip over nothing.

Fuck

“Woah hey! Uzi!” His hands were on her now, she didn't want them to be, she didn't want to be seen as weak, but her stupid body had at this point completely betrayed her, she felt the bile begin to burn it's way into her throat.

Oh shit not he-

She scrambled over to the nearest bush, throwing his hands off her and completely emptied her bruised stomach, holding onto one of those weird round concrete nubs for support.

When she finished, she shakily stood up, wiping her mouth, a small amount of blood coming off onto the back of her hand.

Still… she did feel marginally better.

N was behind her, looking between Tessa's car and her franticly, a hand gently resting on her back. She tried to catch her breath.

She heard a car door slam and rushing footsteps coming her direction before light invaded her vision

I'm about to pass out…

She thought before she felt herself begin to slowly fall backwards, before all her senses went to static…

Next ->

[phecdasolar]

Ok since TMNTblr was incredibly helpful last time I had a fic request (I’m still digging through the fic recs guys I’m not even halfway done shdhdjdj) I figured I’d get y’all’s help again <3

I am in need of some 2012 TMNT fics, specifically I require the best Leo angst you have, I wanna see this guy get put through the wringer. Maybe some bad dad Splinter (I love him but the AU’s where he’s a horrible parent are just. So angsty. There’s so much potential for protective brothers-) and/or his brothers being jerks, and Leo’s just going through it and eventually snaps and his bros realize he is Not Okay™️ and that maybe being Splinter’s “favorite” isn’t a good thing-

Also I saw in a fic where the infamous sacrifice line was mentioned and realized that I may. Have interpreted it wrong this whole time? “The most important thing is that you complete your mission no matter what or who you must sacrifice” or something along the lines of that. Now see, this entire time I thought Splinter was telling Leo it’s fine if he sacrifices himself for the sake of completing the mission and/or saving everyone, but apparently most people took that to mean “hey yeah sacrifice your brothers if need be” which. MMMMM THE ANGST OK, but also WOW that is a take /pos how have I never thought of it like that omg

I’m just rotating this in my brain,,,, I need,,,, bad dad Splinter, and Leo doing his best to meet his impossible expectations and trying to protect his brothers from ending up like him, and RAPH — I NEED SOME GOOD BROTHER RAPH OKAY HE GETS A BAD REP BUT HE’S A GOOD BROTHER ALRIGHT — gimme some protective Raph, who’s a jerk at first and then maybe sees something he wasn’t supposed to and now he knows how bad it is for Leo and he’s about ready to throw hands with Splinter-

The 2012 Leo & Raph dynamic is something that is soooooo special to me- twins fr your honor

My favorite concept as well, and I just saw this in another fic last night it made me so giddy and reminded me of my Wildcard AU — Leo reminds Splinter more of Shredder than Raph does, but he’ll never tell them that, or maybe they find out by accident idk.

He’s always pitting the two of them against each other and I’m just. What if it’s not for the reasons we think. Leo isn’t the next Splinter and Raph isn’t the next Shredder, but Splinter sees so much of his brother in Leo and it terrifies him so since day one he’s made it his mission to train every ounce of Saki out of him but unknowingly might just be making it worse…

I have many thoughts about these two and none of them are coherent or organized in the slightest so sorry about that my bad

[riaaanna]

Queen Fanclub Convention 2023 Part 7: the rest of the fun!

I'm done with all those long transcripts so this post will be more of photos and vibes! While the guest panels were the bulk of the main event during the Convention, there were a lot of other things going on parallel and in-between. I'll just be posting a few things with somewhat interesting contents - to me at least!

Marketplace

Can't really capture the whole atmosphere in one shot but as the name suggests, this is where Queen fans put up their stalls to sell their Queen-related things. They range from handcrafted works to rarity bootlegs, so it was all quite a mix! It was honestly like walking through a hoarder's den lmao, but in a somewhat organized way. Anyone I've seen or heard about as Queen collectors online, they were probably there, or at least their stuff were. Just to give you an idea here are people putting up their Sotheby's purchases right there.

I was mainly a woman on a mission for rarities, but this was Saturday morning before the panel and I didn't want to lose my spot at the good table, so I had to go about it quickly and efficiently. I didn't want to fall for obvious scams either which there are a lot! So my right hand was browsing through items while my left was on the phone scrolling through file folders and chats (£60 for a 1984 bootleg?? I have that in a freakin OneDrive link 😭). I bought something cheap that, in panic, I thought I didn't have, but it turns out I did. Not a big loss and it was a much nicer quality so it was fine...

MPT also had their own stall inside the hall (not part of the Marketplace), this was just a small selection. And you can hear a trivia quiz running in the background lol.

Charity Auction and Raffle

I didn't participate in the auction and I only spent a little on the raffle (and didn't get anything lol, lots of people bought huge amounts of raffle tickets), but there were some interesting things! List of the auction items on the left (📸 Ian Knight) and list of the raffle items on the right.

I loved seeing the handwritten things up for auction, again all the images below were taken by Ian but cropped by me.

From left to right. First is #6, Roger's handwritten letter for the fanclub magazine in 1994, talking about his song "Nazis 1994".

Next is #10, a lyrics sheet of Say It's Not True with Roger's handwritten note: "This is a sad song about a horrible situation anyone could find themselves in! 46664!"

Last is #21, Brian's "favourites" questionnaire, handwritten and signed. He loves Queen II and The Works (what a combo) and writes Anita Dobson under favourite actress 🥰

Party vibes!

The rest of the party is just good fun! Some of the calmer parts are team games and trivia quizzes, both Queen and non-Queen related, for the brainy fans! There is also a caravan decorating competition and a fancy dress competition for the crafty fans! (I didn't take many photos of them myself and I've already used too many of Ian's lol, so sorry for the lack of photos...) There's also a crazy golf competition somewhere but I did not check that out at all I was not there for that. Lots of music (tribute bands and DJs) and dancing which I could only indulge in for a small amount of time before I drained my entire social energy lol. Here's a tradition at the Convention which they call the Breakthru train, lots of fun!

Overall a really fascinating first-time experience at the Queen Fanclub Convention! It was very satisfying content-wise and, while I was wary (a party for 3 days? my God) it was also very fulfilling social-wise! I'm glad I decided to give it a go before returning home. It wouldn't have been the amazing experience that it was without everyone who was there with me but especially Ian, Rob, Cilla, Reece, and of course everyone else I met up and chatted with. Meeting fellow Queen fans irl is always a highlight that just hits different.

If you're still here that's incredible! Thank you for reading!

[stellasvault]

I’m not exactly sure where to go for requests so I’m gonna assume this is okay (I’m new to making requests 😭😭😭) but we all know that Miles grew up in New York and loves the culture there and I just think it would be really funny if he had a girlfriend who was from a very rural southern area and she isn’t used to city life at all. Idk just a silly little thing that popped into my head that I think was cute

ur in the right place don’t worry!! also ur right this is such a funny idea i love it, thank u for requesting! 💜

“sorry, i’m not a city gal”

pairings: 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, reader and miles are kinda in a long distance relationship

you loved miles, you really did. you loved everything about him.

his adorable cheeky smile when he was genuinely happy, the way he awkwardly held your hand when he was feeling clingy. there was just one thing you didn’t understand:

how did he live in such a large and loud place?

you had grown up in a country area where everyone was spread out and cars were consistently used to go basically.. everywhere. so it was definitely a change when you first arrived in brooklyn with no idea where you were going. you were fresh out the train, dusting yourself off and adjusting your headphones.

you already didn’t like this place. did people seriously just be this disrespectful and live with it? chewed gum and stickers blanketed the walls and ground, and you swore you heard the sound of tiny feet scurrying. rats? blegh, you didn’t even want to think about it.

ok.. you thought, just find his apartment, and walk up to his floor. that’s it. you reassured yourself, looking at your cell to remind yourself of the directions.

it took lots of turns, retracing your steps, and asking strangers who had no interest in you, but you made it. you looked up at the tall building blanketed in graffiti.

what if they talk in city slang and i don’t understand? you panicked, biting your freshly-manicured nails. or what if miles decides he wants to break up?! you got yourself even more riled up with your horrible scenarios, fidgeting with your phone.

your panicking was interrupted by your phone’s familiar ringtone, vibrating in your palm. you picked up, still nervous. you perked up as you heard the voice you loved so much: the voice of your boyfriend, miles.

“mi amor, you okay?” he spoke into the phone, obviously anxious to talk to you.

you smiled at his usual awkward reaction. “yeah miles, i’m fine. what’s up?” your visit had been planned for days, carefully organized so that it would fit both of your schedules.

he sighed. “my parents, they won’t let us go out until they talk to you…” he trailed off apologetically, knowing talking to rio and jeff could be a challenge.

you gasped sharply. again?! what do they want this time? you thought to yourself, ridden with fear.

“hey, i can feel you being nervous from all the way over here!” he laughed into the speaker, it was almost like you could hear his stupid grin. “it’s fine. they just want to make sure you’re ‘respectful’ or whatever.” he reassured you.

you felt a smile tugging at your lips, your boyfriend was too adorable for his own good. you sighed in a mockingly dramatic way. “fine, if you insist.” you heard him mutter ‘yes!’ in victory, making you giggle.

“see you soon?” he asked rhetorically.

“soon.” you repeated excitedly, before rushing up the stairs of the apartment.

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the last hour had been a blur of sweating nervously, having laughing attacks, and sneaking tight squeezes of the hands when mrs. morales & captain morales weren’t looking. you couldn’t even count the amount of times mrs. morales had corrected you on her and her husbands names.

you now sat at the top of the apartment. it was dark, but the lights of the city illuminated the sky beautifully. miles had shared this was one of his favorite places to think, his favorite place, however, was where his late uncle told him how to spray paint.

“it can’t be that bad!” miles laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder.

you sucked your teeth. “i’m afraid it is that bad.” you placed the piece of scrap paper even closer to your chest, making sure it was completely hidden.

“if you show me, i swear i’ll show you my sketches!” he promised, waving around his chunky sketchbook in his hand.

you debated whether not to give in, all the outcomes running through your head. but, the lingering curiosity got to you, you knew you had no choice.

“if you laugh, all those precious figures of yours are going straight out of the packaging.” you warned him with gritted teeth. the anger you showed was hiding your plain anxiousness. miles absolutely adored art, you knew that. but what if yours wasn’t good enough?

he shrugged, confident that he wouldn’t let out a single chuckle. you slowly turned around the white paper to reveal a sketch of miles. in the picture, a slight smile was tugging at his lips, and his eyes seemed to shine through the paper somehow.

he almost immediately tugged the portait into his hands, observing it silently. “wow..” was all he could say.

you squirmed slightly. all his face showed was that he was definitely focused, but did he like it?

“mami, this is amazing.” he turned his head to look at you in awe, but his expression showed he was getting a burst of energy. “how did you hide this from me? you always insist you never want to draw, but there’s no way you’re bad at this!” he laughed, grabbing one of your hands with his free one.

you tried to decipher whether he was just trying to be nice or if he was being honest.

“so let’s see that sketchbook.” you smirked. his face scrunched up in anger.

“i hate you..” he muttered under his breath as he flipped through his book.

“and i love you.” you cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

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AHHHH I LOVE MILES ☹️☹️

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs mean the literal world to me <3

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[tiredsn0w]

Hello! (So sorry if this was asked several times, the page kept glitching and I wasn’t sure if it was sent)

I was curious about what mental/physical conditions the characters have, if any. (Of course, for some it’s somewhat obvious, but for others it’s a little less clear, so I just wanted to check)

Hope you have a lovely day/night! :)

It only sent the ask once, don't worry!

I'm assuming by the characters, you mean SCP-6118 and other keplers. And I would be more than happy to answer :)

Content warning for mentions of addiction, self-harm, and suicide.

In order of chronological appearance as per the Altitudes Hub:

Unit 5a82 / SCP-6118 Mentally, I'd say SPD (Schizoid Personality Disorder) and PTSD for absolute certain. (I plan to write more about them as well, though the latter has been touched on a lot already.)

He dealt with a self-harm addiction for an extensive period of time, on and off for some years to not get in the way of intensive physical training (as much as possible). He struggles with suicidal thoughts throughout the story, though never really acts on it, more like throwing himself into severe harm's way on purpose.

I've also seen people interpret him as having ADHD &/or ASD, though I've found this is highly dependent on the person reading him. I'm sure some of my own has unintentionally bled out onto the page so to speak.

Physically, he's albino and would probably qualify for a diagnosis of dwarfism. He has chronic pain and fatigue, mostly global and musculoskeletal related. In an upcoming Tale I plan to touch on more severe neurological issues like acephalgic (aura-only) migraines (why he gets nauseous when he's stressed) and perhaps cardiac issues.

Some kind of hormonal/gonadal difference or DSD like undervirilization could also easily be assumed.

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The Handler It has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and a comorbid substance abuse disorder, as a way of self-medicating for the horrible and debilitating symptoms it has.

It also has ectodermal atrichia congenita, meaning it has absolutely no hair on its body, and never did. Otherwise it's physically unremarkable besides for having lighter skin and eyes (not to the point of albinism), and being slightly smaller than normal for a Two.

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Unit 4b80 It struggles with survivor's guilt after everything it went through, and other guilt, just guilt all around.

Possibly some OCD behaviours as well, related or otherwise, but nothing concrete has been written so far about it.

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Unit 7cb7 It has chronic pain-- mostly nerve pain-- in its lower limbs after losing them in the explosion, because while regen tanks can do an enormous amount, when regenerating that much tissue, it can be tricky to get all the nerves in the right place.

Also chronic fatigue, because bodies hold on to traumatic events (whether physically traumatic to the body or mentally/emotionally) and getting blown up is a really physically traumatic thing.

I've been pondering 7cb7 having below-knee prosthetics, but it hasn't become relevant in my writing yet.

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Units 3f32 & 3f33 They are identical twins due to a mishap in the gestational process where the cloned cells doubled and divided into two organisms. Other than being slightly tall and more towards the hyperpigmented side, they're in surprisingly sound mental and physical health for Twos who joined the rebellion a while back.

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That should be most of it. Feel free to send me additional asks with any follow-up questions (or comment/reblog this post). I know it was quite a wall of text, but I wanted to touch on all of the things.

I hope whatever time of day it is for you, it's going well! Thank you so much for the ask!

[aceparagoned]

In reference to this post I made about a couple of weeks ago, I'd like to go further into depth of how Hikaru's Crux was studied. In this headcanon, please be mindful of the following content warnings: child abuse, torture in a medical setting, and the ethics surrounding human experimentation in the name of "science."

When Hikaru was born and her Crux was discovered, scientists were intrigued on how this particular human could have developed another organ in the womb when her own mother, Katsumi, didn't have one. During Katsumi's entire pregnancy, the additional organ was discovered during routine ultrasounds, but there were discussions into the ethics of testing on an unborn fetus that could lead to Katsumi possibly miscarrying. Not just that, but Tamotsu, Hikaru's father, objected to the point of practically almost getting arrested for threatening to hurt the scientists that wanted to experiment on his wife and unborn daughter.

So, they held off until Hikaru was born so as to carry out their experiments when the Crux was fully developed.

This wasn't met without a great deal of resistance from not just Katsumi, but Hikaru's father, Tamotsu. The both of them vehemently argued to not test their daughter at all, thinking that she deserved so much more than being nothing more than something to gawk at because of being born with something else that no one else, at the time, possessed. For at least five years, Hikaru was able to grow up in a happy family until she was voluntarily given up to participate in the PIPE's training program in an attempt to turn the tides of war. They only gave her up on the promise that no experiments would be carried out on her because of her Crux.

The PIPE, desperate to continue living instead of losing the war against the Gnocem, promised they did. However, promises can be broken and it's one of the PIPE's horrible secrets that they've kept under lock and key this entire time.

See, after Hikaru had been given up by her parents, things were okay for a time. She was properly cared for, treated with respect, and told that things were going to be okay. That was, until, the same scientists who were intrigued when she was still in her mother's womb arrived and brokered a deal with the PIPE: they can test on her all they wanted if it'd produced the results they were looking for and that was to be humanity's weapon in the fight against the Gnocem. The deal was agreed upon and this is where things had taken a turn for the worst for Hikaru, who still was a child at this point.

At first, the experimentation wasn't that bad. Just a few shots and blood tests, really. But when that didn't reveal anything regarding the capabilities of Hikaru's Crux, they had to get "creative" with their testing and by being "creative", they resorted to procedures where sights like these [CW: needles in image] were unfortunately common practice with Hikaru strapped to a cold, metal surgical table and pleading for them to stop hurting her and that she was sorry for whatever she did to deserve this punishment.

Sadly, her pleas fell on deaf ears because it went so much further than just injecting her with multiple drugs. They wanted to see how she'd be able to heal and how much pain she could withstand. So, they went through with not just stabbing and lacerating her, but full on maiming by shooting her through her hands and feet. Again, her cries for mercy went ignored. However, these extreme methods of testing her endurance and pain tolerance finally paid off during her training regimen that she was still expected to go through. They ultimately made her stronger, and in their eyes fortunately able to withstand much more in terms of increased training.

Yet, no one thought about how she was still just a child. During these experiments and training, they slowly whittled away the bright and happy girl that started on this because she was promised that she was gonna be a hero and save the day! How could a child resist that? The PIPE and the scientists kept on saying that this was all in the name of making her a hero, like they promised she'd be.

Was being a hero worth all this pain and misery, though? That was one of Hikaru's many thoughts while she was in her room, quietly sobbing into her pillow at night until she finally was able to sleep, having passed out from the pain and discomfort she was in. Hikaru also learned that no matter how many times she cried or apologized, they'd still carry out the experiments on her, so eventually she'd just lie there and take it, trying to not make a single noise for fear that it'd only ramp up the experiments' intensity on her.

And the way that she was rewarded for this? They simply gave her treats, which were one of her only comforts. She couldn't contact her parents to tell them what was going on and the reports that they received told them that Hikaru was being well taken care of and was happy. Nothing was wrong in their eyes, even as they kept on forgetting the most important aspect of this whole matter: Hikaru was still a child. Yet, if it produced results such as giving them little victories here and there on the war, so be it — they would continue this extreme training regimen and keep on lying to her parents that she was being treated the way that they had promised. To this day, they still don't know what sort of hell their own daughter has been through and Hikaru doesn't want to upset them by telling them the truth, either, because of how these experiments gave them the stability that they have today.

As Hikaru grew up and became more powerful (along with being broken down and molded back into what the PIPE wanted of her), the experiments eventually ceased altogether, but this gave her a lasting fear of anything medical because of the hell she was put through. As previously mentioned, Hikaru is very critical of others tending to her injuries that she sustains in fights since she'd rather be the one to patch herself up because she doesn't trust anyone else to do it. Those in the medbay only admonish her for getting hurt for the umpteenth time and don't have any sympathy for her, no matter how grievous the injury really is. So, she'll often be by herself, dressing her own wounds while trying to stifle her sounds of discomfort however possible. This behavior of hers is still prevalent to this day because of how deep seated her own fear of anything medical is concerned — all because the PIPE saw her as nothing more than a weapon instead of a human being.

As far as anyone's concerned, the PIPE is heralded as this pillar of strength and hope, but no one publicly knows just what it took to get there. It's still classified information that only those who are higher up the food chain are privy to and have sworn to never reveal to the public the atrocities they committed to attain the semblance of peace that they have today. Anyone who tries to speak up about the human rights abuses they committed is silenced, never to be seen nor heard from again.

To Watanabe and others, the PIPE is nothing more than a shining beacon of peace and prosperity in the world and nothing shall ever taint that pristine image that they've cultivated for themselves all these years.

[renohasbigtits]

Eyes up here

Reno x Reader (kinda)

Rating: Mature

Characters:Tseng, Reno, Gender Neutral Reader, Mentioned Rude

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Summary:

You, as a new Turk, is about to start training under the second in command but no said anything about his wardrobe or lack there of…

“Well done, You have finished you’re basic training.” Tseng, you’re leader, said with a smirk.

“Thank you sir!” You said with enthusiasm.

You’re Basic training was finished. Which means, you get to start you’re Advanced Training. With that done, you’ll be able to become an official Turk! You’re dream was be coming close to a reality.

“I’m glad you’ve completed you’re first first training course.” Tseng stated. “But I cannot train you in Advanced training.”

“Oh?”

“Second in Command will teach you.”

‘Second in Command?’ You thought to yourself. ‘Why did Second in Command need to teach me in Advanced?’

Tseng quickly answered that thought.

“I’ll be busy so he’ll take of that. Meet him on the 60th floor to begin you’re Advanced Training.” Tseng began to walking away.

“W-wait!” You said, completely taken out of your thoughts. “What does he look like?”

Tseng stopped to turn around and you saw the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen on someone before. He took one of his fingered glove to his mouth.

“Oh he’s not hard to miss.” He said then walked away.

You stood there for quite a while, confused as hell.

You literally had no idea for the site you were about to see the next day.

The Next Day

You ran towards the Elevator as fast as you’re legs could take you.

You were late! You overslept and we’re not gonna be on time for you’re Advanced Training with Second in Command.

‘Hopefully he won’t be made at me.’ You though to yourself in the Elevator.

When the Elevator stopped on 60th floor, you’re anxiety was on an all time high. Was he gonna be mad at you? Is he gonna write you up? You’ve worked so hard to get here! And now you probably screwed up you’re chanc-

“Hey rookie.” A voice suddenly said to you.

You raised your head to see a Redhead, with half of his shirt and jacket unbuttoned and untucked, a long baton on his left hand, Turquoise eyes and with a long ponytail.

HOLLY SHIT!

that’s Second in Command?!! There’s no way that’s him!!!

He looked so unprofessional compared to the poise Tseng, who’d expecting nothing but perfection from the people under him.

He, on the other hand, must have Took an all of those concepts… and threw them out of the window. Cause he was none of it.

You were staring at the redhead and you’ve came to a horrible conclusion:

He was fucking hot.

Like Holy Shiva Tittles! He was so handsome, pretty and gorgeous at once!

You’ve never seen such Beauty in all your life.

And he was Second in Command!

He’s gonna train you! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

“Ummm hello?” He waved at you’re face, slightly smiling.

“Huuuh?” You said, still staring at him.

He then let out a huge chuckle you’ve ever heard.

….That was also pretty hot too.

“Hey rookie, I know I’m pretty good looking but I can’t train you if you’re gonna stare at me all day.” He said pretty seriously.

Training…. TRAINING!

You’ve forgotten you came here because he was gonna start training you! Now you’re staring at him like he’s a piece of meat.

“Oh my god!” You stated awkwardly. “I’m so sorry for getting here late!” You started stammering. You’ve already made a fool out of yourself.

He giggled once again, which was really cute, before stating:

“It’s alright. The equipment ain’t going nowhere, c’mon let’s get started.” He began walking towards the Elevator.

You quickly followed right behind and stand right next to him as he pushed the button to the 64th floor.

For a little while, it was kind of quiet til he spoke.

“You’re a quiet little one aren’t ya?” He teased.

“….not really.” You said shyly.

“Hehe, well you’re a little more talkative than Rude I’ll say that as much.

“Rude?”

“He’s my Partner. I’ll introduce him to you eventually.”

“Oh. Well then I’ll have to do my best for that to happen Second in Command.”

“Reno.” He said.

“Huh?” You got caught off guard again.

“Call me Reno. I don’t like being called all these official titles.

“O-oh ok then!” You said. It was a pretty name you thought. Just like everything else about him.

Even his voice.

His voice was very light but still nice to listen to. It was almost making your cheeks blush.

Out of boredom, you started taking another close look at him.

You’ve noticed his big boobs just out there for everyone to see. How’d does he have the confidence to go out looking like that? You weren’t sure but seeing the site you were looking at made you even more attracted to him then you were before.

And it made have very impure thoughts about him. Like how much you wanted him and his body so badly. You wanted him on top of you, fucking you til you passed out, dead or pregnant with his baby. You walked him to talk dirty things to you’re ears with his beautiful voice. You wanted to squish his breasts til he cums. You wanted his tongue inside of you’re mouth to do all kinds of things inside of you.

All of these thoughts made you’re cheeks blushing unfortunately, Reno caught onto your staring.

“Hey. Eyes up here rookie.” He smirked.

“Uh-“ You stopped you’re self before making it look worse.

Reno giggled once again. “I know i’m gonna like you a rookie.”

“Yeah” You whispered you’re self. “I’m gonna like you too.” Then the Elevator door open to start the beginning of You’re Advance Training.

From this day Forward, You made it you’re mission to become a Turk so you would get to see him again. And his giant Pecs.

[prismaticpichu]

Happy Wednesday y’all!! We’re halfway there! (No, no I’m not say—) OOHHHH living on a prayer!

Anywho, school sucks and I wanna be writing more! For now, I chuck at you this WIP that’s been in the waiting room playing Where’s Waldo for a solid chunk of time now. I’m having fun with it, so why not?? Maybe you’ll too!

Takes place in the middle of the fic. A little puzzle piece :3c

Zack was completely powerless. He couldn't will words from his mouth, he couldn't run away, and he could do nothing as Seph's firm grip rolled up his sleeve.

So much flashed through the jade eyes in such a short, painful jolt of time. Widening and narrowing, freezing and thawing, an electric spectrum of emotion that filled his gape before that too vanished into a glassy, distant scowl.

And Zack had a front row seat to it all. Seeing every flicker. His heart constricted in his chest, racing in its twisted shape. "Seph... Seph I'm sorry. I didn't want you to--"

"How long has this been here?" Sephiroth glared, at both him and the red flaring on his shoulder. Demanding an answer. Professional.

"...Since yesterday," Zack admitted, his voice three-inches tall; he did everything in his power to ignore the additional centimeters Sephiroth's eyes narrowed then. He couldn't. They were riddled with so much... so much bitterness, and it was all directed at him. He could barely stand it. He would rather be eaten by the cold training room floor than stand at the receiving end of his best friend's anger.

Concerned, shock, fear... that's all Zack thought he would feel. It was what he had spent every second of the past twenty-four hours trying to avoid.

"You were not going to tell me?" Sephiroth snapped, pupils needled, irises aflame, and another piece of Zack's soul was hacked away

"I didn't want you to worry!" he tried to defend himself. "I... I thought..." His voice was suddenly trickling through his fingertips like water. All his paling arguments did. What did he think? That Seph would never find out? That it would all heal before he ever did? That it would magically go away like it exactly hadn't done for Genesis? Gaia it was just such a mess... such a mess... and he didn't even has his shelter to comfort him right now.

There was a beat of fuming silence before Sephiroth gripped his sleeve tighter. "And so your solution was to slowly rot?!"

Rot... the horrid imagery made Zack's entire body churn, a sickening amount of disgust drowning his organs in acid. It was horrible, awful, especially when he had such a clear image of what it meant to rot. Crystal clear. Thorns began to prick at his eyes, his voice shuddered.

"I'm sorry, Seph..."

He felt the weight lift from his sleeve--a confusing, cold motion that Zack didn't know whether he wanted back or was glad that it was relieved. Seph was still in front of him; he heard his jagged breath, trying to level himself. It was the only thing to stew with the silence.

"Do you know how many times I asked Genesis if he was alright?"

The response caught Zack's next snuffle in his throat. He dared to look up then, meeting with his friend's crackling gaze. And like a veil being lifted it hit him all at once.

Gaia... Seph had lived through all of this before. He had a friend who was wounded and refused to say anything until it he was. Someone he cared for who was hiding things, leaving him to rot alongside Genesis with no answers. He had been helpless. Gaia... no. He wasn't protecting Seph from feeling those horrible, empty things. He was repeating history.

He had betrayed him.

The realization brewed an entirely new disgust in him, and now he stood under what Zack knew to be ache in his friend's eyes.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Seph. I... thought it would take over or something--like, like how it did for them." Things were just bleeding from his mind now, shaking his head. He couldn't control it. "I didn't want you to have anything to do with it--not all over again. You didn't deserve it. I didn't mean to hide it... I'm--I'm so sorry, Seph. And now I'm scared and freaking out and I'm gonna hurt you and you're gonna have to stop me." Zack hiccuped on his breath, a teary choke breaking through cotton.

In between breaths, he felt Seph's hand return to his shoulder. Except it wasn't his crumpled sleeve that he was touching; it was his other shoulder, the unblemished one, where there was room to be squeezed. Misty eyes glanced up. Suddenly it didn't burn so much to stare at his friend.

"You're not going to hurt me," Sephiroth said, and his voice was quiet now, that single, delicate concern having smothered his gaze to embers. "I know you aren't."

"But... Genesis..." Zack bit his lips to keep them from trembling. "I don't..."

"What Genesis did--what Angeal did--it was on their own volition, Zack. Degradation did not help but they were driven by the anger and shame they couldn't handle anymore. Angeal," Sephiroth paused, but he willed himself onward, "he chose to fight you. Genesis did too. Your fear is enough to prove otherwise."

Zack tried to absorb everything his friend was saying. Angeal's name didn't even graze him; everything was too numb, too buried in the moment to be cut by the past. And still... still he wasn't assuaged. Not really.

"You're not afraid I'll hurt you...?" he asked hollowly.

Sephiroth shook his head, the movement so slight that only his bangs quivered. "No. I never will be."

Zack could only snuffle through the next swathe of silence. And this time, amid the revelation, under the layer of tension that had been lifted, staring into his best friend's kind eyes, all that was left was the severity of it all. And everything became very clear--right then. The path he was on. The control he didn't have. The ticking time bomb he couldn't stop.

"Seph," he squeaked. "I'm scared..."

He launched himself into the older man's coat, clutching with all the strength he had. All the strength that was eventually gonna bleed out. He clutched before his body withered and his eyes paled to nothingness, like he was gonna go blind and never see Seph again, like he would never recognize him, like he wouldn't remember he existed, like a giant wing was going to erupt from his shoulder and drag him into the sky.

Sephiroth wound his arms around the boy, in instinct, before the same reality crashed down on his shoulders. He was suddenly clutching Zack fiercely, his heartbeat having burst into thunder against his chest.

"I'm gonna degrade... oh man I'm gonna degrade..."

No. You're aren't. The same words echoed from before, but Sephiroth couldn't make them leave his lips. He... couldn't tell lies. He had seen what had become of Genesis and Angeal, how blanched and bloodless their skin was, how leeched of color their hair had become, how skeletal the disease had left their bodies. A wildfire ravaged through healthy, strong SOLDIER Firsts. And if the same was truly happening to Zack...

To Zack...

Sephiroth tightened his hold. Protective. Desperate. To even imagine Zack succumbing to the same fate... it was too much. As much as it undoubtedly, cruelly was to Zack.

"Buddy..." Zack sucked in his breath. "Oh Gaia... oh Gaia this can't be happening... No..."

Sephiroth rested his chin against his hair, the only trace of grey coming from his own hair twining around the spikes, weaving through the pure, righteous blackness like milky starlight.

"I know..." he murmured, even if he didn't. Is this an inevitable fate for all SOLDIERs? For anyone with Mako? Firsts? Was he next? He swallowed that bile as quickly as it rose, holding Zack closer. The only thing that mattered was Zack. The present. The future... but a future that wouldn't turn out as the others. It couldn't. They had already diverged, just now, when he had discovered Zack's wound. They were both aware.

He couldn't tell lies... but he could echo what Zack had told him so many times.

"You will not brace this alone." Sephiroth pulled away to meet with Zack's eyes, maneuvering his hand carefully around his shoulder as he held them. "You will not. I promise."

Zack found himself again staring at his friend, pearls of mist winking under the fluorescent lights of the training room. The words sank in much easier than before... like balm grazing him just enough to feel its warmth.

Sephiroth nodded, and watched a thin, lonely river trickle down Zack's cheeks. There was still more he needed to say; there were still concerns shrouding his friend's mind, even if Zack knew better than to voice them.

"You will always be Zack Fair. I don't care what happens to you, or what you may gain." He gazed into his friend's rippling eyes, watching his reflection in the currents. The catlike pupils drifting in the sea. Abnormally shaped. Inhuman. Accepted. Loved. "You will never be a monster. You are my friend... you always will be."

[1-deadgirlwalking-1]

4/7/2024

okay okay today is a good day. very good day. for the last two days i’ve been sleeping until 2-3pm and then staying bed all day, but today my dad woke me up at like 9:30am and by 10am i was actually up. we went to home depot and got screws for this car part my dad is fixing and wood for a ramp to connect the chicken run and the coop. i went with him to see if they had the foam i need for my project (fursuit partial :D) and they did but in the wrong thickness, i need half inch and maybe 1 inch for the details if it’s not too expensive. but they only had like. 5 inch or something. it was really thick and also dirty cause people kept putting their foot on it and pressing down to see how dense it was, LOL.

after that i got some chocolate pretzels and an energy drink. “chocolate pretzels” looks like it’s spelt SO wrong but it’s not… anyway then we went home and i went inside, i started watching rise and then when i got to insane in the mama train i was texting my friend and started unprompted infodumping to them about my rise of the tmnt AU. lol. i sent like 5 paragraphs that all almost hit the text limit. and then they said i was out infodumping donnie and called me autistic. (not a malicious or “haha ur weird” way, it’s cause i’m actually autistic and acting autisticly.)

i decided after i finished typing up my last giant paragraph i would copy and paste all of that into a doc and organize it so i can show my uncle, after we finish the show of course. basically like an outline with all of the events and plot of my AU. i was working on that when my mom came into the kitchen with some scraps and asked me to take it to the chickens, then do the dishes when i got back. which she’s been asking me to do for 2 days now and which i just finished doing 2 seconds before writing this paragraph. i’m very sorry mama, i kept genuinely forgetting and i feel bad.

after i gave papa the scraps i was checking out the coop, yesterday he installed a super fancy door on the chicken coop that opens and closes automatically at a set time, it even opens back up if it senses a chicken under it so they can’t get hurt. we tested it out with some sticks. anyway earlier he finished the ramp that goes up to it and started adding chicken wire windows so there’s more fresh air coming into the coop. he also added a piece of wood that will act as a curtain so like when it’s nice and daytime you can prop the wood up and the windows are open, then when it’s cold or night time you can put the wood down and it hangs in front of the windows, keeping all the cold air and predators out.

i took the puppy for a walk because neither of us liked having her just tied up to the bench outside the greenhouse/coop on a short leash. papa said he’d like to make a little wire run for her between the trees, while she’s still a baby and can’t run off on her own. once she’s older she won’t need to be leashed up but as a baby she keeps chasing the chicks and her and my sister’s dogs haven’t warmed up to each other i think so they might have issues if they try to take them out. idk. she just can’t go off on her own as a baby. but it’s sad to have her on a lil leash. also while i was walking her i had shorts on which is a horrible mistake to make when walking the dog because she kept jumping on me and trying to bite my legs off. it doesn’t hurt so bad when there’s fabric between teeth and my skin but when there isn’t it is very painful.

also apparently papa’s bee are swarming which means they’re just up and leaving. he said he had split them earlier, (when you simulate a swarm, and make them think they already did it, so they don’t fly off into some random place and make a new hive.) and he thought he did it right but they’re swarming anyway. he’s set up new hives but they seem to not like them i guess, and he also has a few traps in the trees and hopefully the bees will swarm into those so that he can just move them back to where the regular hives are and they’ll think nothing of it.

also my mom wants to know whether or not when we got on our trip later this year if i wanna go to the zoo with my sister and nephew or a bus tour with my other sister and mother, and i’m not sure yet. i’m still deciding.

i’ve totally been slacking on my kana which make’s me think i’m going to be horrible at keeping up with Anki, (doing the moeway 30 day method) i’m probably gonna have to adjust this method for myself a bit because it requires actual discipline / commitment, like missing a single day sets back your progress a ton and makes it significantly more difficult to get back on track, and i don’t have that at the moment. i’ve also got most of my schoolwork caught up but haven’t studied at all. i only have one computer science lesson left to do. i totally bombed my computer science test and got 56% on it, which set my grade back from about a 91% to a 79%. a single test should not affect my grade that heavily, like seriously wtf. how did i got from an A to a C over ONE assignment.

anyway… that’s my day so far. will update if anything else happens

nothing else happened that’s my day. goodbye!

[witches-and-weirdos]

Tera

“Shut up stars! Fuck you!“

[This was made with Artbreeder]

Briefly

Tera is a female human afflicted with eldritch influence

She is a wanderer, endlessly travelling, likely causing trouble and then moving on

She was raised in a secret eldritch cult that tried to summon an eldritch god, but when she started hearing voices she decided she didn’t like the plan that much, ruined their ritual, burned their Black Tome, and escaped them. Unfortunately, the ritual still inflicted her with eldritch influence, which manifests a little in psychic powers and a lot in hearing impossible voices and seeing through simple reality.

Age: 26, probably, memories get messy these days

Height: 167 cm (5′7)

Visual Identifiers: Typically looks like she didn't have the time or energy to prepare for the day, has messy hair and a worn long coat, probably already done with the day's bullshit and likely appears somewhat irritated and distracted (unless putting up an act)

Main Goals/Motivations: - Survive, both physically and mentally - Distractions, away from the voices - Out of spite, sabotage any malignant cults she finds

16 personality types test: not done yet

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Shipping: Tera is straight and doesn't really have romantic desires, at least not yet

Playlist

Trivia

As a kid, she figured out her parents were hiding their cultist nature from her for fear of blurting things out in public, and blackmailed them into showing her, because it sounded so damn interesting

To most people, it should be obvious from a few minutes of non-casual interaction that there is something very fundamentally wrong with Tera. She can mask her nature to prevent this, but doing so is a lot of effort and won't last for a full day even on the best of days.

The voices can come from the stars, they can be people's thoughts being unintentionally read, or they can feel like they come from inside her skull. Sometimes they are intelligible or even commanding, sometimes they aren't, and sometimes they are little more than horrific noises. There are better and worse days.

The voices often reveal the presence of those trying to sneak up on her or assassinate her. They can occasionally also spread from her mind to others', or telepathically broadcast her thoughts to those around her.

She has a lantern that casts spooky eldritch light in all the wrong ways, and a tainted pistol that looks like living organic black marble and shoots disintegrating rays. It feels deeply wrong to look at both.

Verses

Multiverse

Tera can easily fit into any verse, as long as there are inexplicable horrors in it

WH40k

Tera was born and raised in a Chaos cult that worshipped and tried to summon an eldritch warp entity not aligned with the great four

She had become a strong Psyker and her abilities are still growing, she has no protection and was never trained to use her powers, so that's pretty bad

Her lantern and gun are both severely warp-infused

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“Sorry man, these voices just WON'T SHUT UP if I don't kill you, hehe, and they've been driving me nuts the whole day, it's horrible! ... So, no hard feelings, right?“

[deeptrashwitch]

Part eight Private Marcus Lombardi!

Lights, camera, action!

The Beggining (part 8)

Some time later everything went back to a tense calm, all of them were waiting for the trial to start as the reunions with the lawyer were more frequent. One of those days Alicia was running around the yard, lost in her thoughts. It was late at night but her mind wouldn't let her rest, so there she was, and she was...remembering.

The new team was almost complete, four soldiers more and they could start missions. And that got her nervous. The questions were haunting all her thoughts even more than before. Every day that passes, the doubts were worse.

Would it happen again? The enemies would get them once more? Would she be able to...protect them?

-ALICIA!

That scream brought her back to reality with a flinch, but she stopped running. In front of her, Dominique waited with some documents, unbothered for the darkness inside of the base. Alicia sighed before walking towards her, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

-Wraith, sorry-muttered when was in front of her-what is it?

-I was calling you for over thirty minutes

-Sorry

-Anyway, I have your next member-told her while giving her the archive

-Is he one of the CIA's guys?

-More like one of yours, a Marine, an infantry operator

-Marcus Lombardi, callsign "Poison"-muttered while reading-what do you have on him?

-Was a recruit while you were a Lieutenant, the Drill Instructors said he remembered them to some soldiers they trained with...just a little less impulsive that a especific someone he didn't want to mention

-Which Drill Instructor?

-Brown

-Of course that little jerk said that, anyway, an infantry operator?

-I have an idea of how you'll organize your people, and if I'm right then you can use someone like Lombardi

-And knowing your expression, you already talked with him

-I did, he'll arrive to Black Tomb in a week

-Yeah, yeah, we'll recieve him

After that Wraith went back inside and Alicia scoffed before shaking her head with a smile. Minutes later she entered again and went straight to her room, she really needed a shower. She left the archive on her desk before going to the bathroom.

The shower was quick and while she changed back to her uniform...she had to cover the mirror as she didn't want to look the long silver lines going up her back. Later walked to the kitchen to make some coffee and while was serving the cup, she heard a thud near and then someone getting up with a curse. As the steps got near...she just served another cup with a sigh, then heard something coming from the medic bay direction.

-Does anyone in this place sleep?-muttered while leaving the cups on the table and served another for her

-Alicia?-asked Luke when he entered, confused to see her awake

-You look horrible, Michealis-said as she pointed the table-was a bad night again?

-It always is

The man sat down with a sigh, trying to clam himself in silence. His Captain was right, he looked real bad. He was pale, sweating, his eyes were red and filled with fear and he was pulling his hair in desperation before coming out, so it was messy. The coffee was a familiar and calming smell and taste, so it helped a bit.

-Thanks

-No worries, how bad was this time?

-As awful as always-answered before looking at the black-haired woman-were you sleeping?

-Not tonight

-May I ask how bad was it?

-Fuckin' horrible, but nothing I'm not used to

-If that's how you call the shit I saw before, then you're in worst shape that us-said the blonde SEAL entering while stretching

-Hi to you too, Blackwell, if you want coffee then go ahead

Jackson just hummed before sitting beside Luke, not saying anything else. The red-haired looked him from the corner of his eye, mostly the big eye bags that the medic had.

-Is it something usual for a medic, or just you?-asked bitterly going back to his coffee

-The eye bags? Half 'n half-answered without looking at him-what about you? The zombie appearance is just yours or something every Ranger have?

-Fuck you

Alicia smiled a little but remained silent, that was probably the only moment where Jackson wasn't alert or uncomfortable near her. Then both of them noticed the archive and groaned at the same time.

-The next one?-asked Jackson pointing the archive-do you ever rest from looking, Captain?

-Wraith's fault, I was trying to knock myself out-answered as she sat near them too-but we can review thoroughly if one of you can go for Edward

-No need, I'm awake-muttered Eager while arriving with a sigh-I wanna die tonight, are you vampires or what?

-I was about to ask the same, do you even sleep?

-You ask that after the mission on Latvia, really?

-Meh, touchè

-So, who is this time?

Alicia started to explain what Wraith told her while drinking her beverage. Their pilot didn't say a word when he heard how Wraith described the words of that Drill Instructor, instead he just scoffed and smiled. It was Luke the one who was frowning a bit as the information arrived and he read the archive.

-An infantry operator? I mean, it can be useful another pair of hands with us-said while leaving the papers on the table again-but there's something that bugs me...

-Maybe the fact that you didn't went and gave your okay?-said Jackson calmly-you wanted to go with mommy to see the toys?

-Do you ever shut the fuck up?

-No, but you can go to the queue and try

-I'll broke your jaw, that way you'll remain silent

-If you don't break your fist first, be my guest-murmured before smiling as a little shit-fuckin' coward

-I swear to God...

-Honestly, why them?-asked Edward looking to the woman

-I didn't expect this, but they remind me to my siblings right now-said Alicia smiling

-And?

-I have the urge to punch them

-Do it, go on

-...Nah, it's funnier watch them like this

-While they don't kill eachother...

-Anyway, Lombardi is arriving in a week, tomorrow we'll talk with the rest-murmured before rub her temples-let's try and sleep at least an hour or two, if we keep this pace I'm sure it'll give me a migraine soon

And so the next day a new reunion was held where they informed the rest of the team about their new operator, which made some whispers run around for a second before going silent again, but everyone was curious about the new member. It was a couple of hours before they were released from the reunion, and after that Elijah asked Alicia, Luke and Jackson if they can talk. The four of them stayed inside the conference and the Corporal told them about the first trial, it would be in two weeks from then.

While they were relieved and kind of happy to hear it...Elijah explained that maybe his old superiors might do something. Since their team wasn't private inside the branches or the high ranks, and Alicia wasn't the only one with contacts, probably they would use their influence to sabotage them. And as they heard that, Jackson was fuming and Luke frowned with disgust...but Alicia remained calm while analizing the information.

They had their orders once she straightened up in her chair. They needed three members to be complete and start operating as an independent team. And they were against the clock now, so Alicia ordered that they find the new members along the rest of the team. She will trust in their criteria and they'll have until a veredict was given or until the involved decided to try and stop them.

All of them shared a look and accepted the orders, but none of them noticed how Alicia closed her eyes for a second to hide her rage. Then the conversation ended and all went back to their duties. Marchant looked to her phone with dead eyes before sending a message, "let's meet. Need a favor.", and just minutes later she got a time, place and date.

Once in her office she just sighed, the rough part was about to start.

And the next week she welcomed Lombardi to the team, and the man was really formal as he introduced himself. The moment he arrived, Jackson thanked to every existing deity that now they had someone else who can lead with Noah instead of him, which made Alicia smile and Edward laugh. He was really willing to talk, and that way he started to get along with them.

-Ma'am-called Marcus when he saw Alicia walk one day, reaching to her-do you have a moment?

-I do, how can I help you, Private?

-I had a doubt and might have forgot to asked it to Wraith

-Let me guess, she reached to you after a training and it didn't crossed your mind

-She did, how...?

-Did the same to some people I know

-Oh

-Well, what is it? I'll see if I can answer your question

-You see, since we're definitely gonna take real dangerous missions, I wanted to ask...how are our families going to be take care of? I'm talking about if our names are gonna be public or...

-Right, you're married and your father still around-muttered the black-haired before smiling a bit-don't worry, everyone asked me this when they arrived here first time and the answer is always the same, no one will know who we are and if for some reason something happen there's a back up to keep our families safe

-I'm glad to hear that, I was worried about my wife and my dad-admitted Marcus while they walk-I'm not sure about the others, but just thinking about something happening to them because of me...

-I get it, it's awful to think

-Exactly, umm, this might be unappropriated but...are you married Captain?

-No, I'm not, why the question?

-Just wondering, and also that I heard around some rumors about you that are something else

-Keep talking...

-There are rumors around Camp Pendelton about your...love life, you know...nasty shit

-Doesn't seem like you believed it

-I heard about you before, my Drill Instructor told me, and the rumors sounded...stupid since the beggining

-So they started already-muttered the woman before sigh-well, can you do me a favor, Lombardi?

-Absolutely

-Tell Blackwell and Jackson that they need to hurry up, the faster the better

-Uh sure, do you want me to tell the Lieutenant too?

-No, Wraith required us and I don't think is for something in the US

-I see, then I'll tell them

-Thanks

He didn't said anything and just saluted once again before going. Then Alicia arrived to Wraith's office and Luke arrived seconds after, smiling as he nodded in her direction. When they entered both saw Dominique behind her desk, reading an archive and then she looked at them. Without a word, she extended a big file in Luke's direction before stare to Alicia, who raised an eyebrow while her Lieutenant read.

-You have a mission

-We're not complete, Wraith

-Not the Specters, just Michaelis and you, Guardian

-Don't use that callsign-said instantly before sighing-anyway, what is it?

-You'll have to use it once more, there's something we found inside the Sahel region. A branch of dealers...who are related to the old web you met, Carabalí's web

-...Where? When? And why?-asked frowning

-Western Sahara, inside the desert-answered Dominique rubbing her temples-you're leaving tomorrow first hour

-Why didn't we know about this?-hissed Alicia keeping a blank face-I was told that they were hunted and eliminated while I was off

-Well, I was told the same and seems we were both made fool of

-Who is this dealer?

-An old man under Carabalí's former leading and the mission is this. You and Michaelis are going to locate him with a team assigned to you, hunt him and eliminate him-ordered Wraith looking both of them really serious-I want no mistakes, no witnesses, no spare. Bring any kind of intel you can find

-This could be a trap-muttered Luke after finishing to read the file-all this information...this dealer is really a slippery wretch, if it's really a trap, what are the protocols?

-Leave, even if you aren't complete

-But if one of the soldiers get hurt...

-You leave, the priority...

-Choose your words carefully-Alicia interrumped without looking Wraith, but her tone was a tone of warning

-Alicia, the priority is the intel and the confirmed death

-So you're asking me to send my Lieutenant AND the soldiers under my command to a certain death. Without even knowing the intel will be worth the risk and without knowing if that bastard is really there-muttered with a dry laugh-not in a million years

-Guardian...

-Not my callsign, and you know my rule

Alicia looked Wraith straight in the eyes, and the Coordinator knew she won't budge and also had a chill.

-If you ask me this, then go and solve it yourself

-Fine, just...just kill him and bring the intel

-Will do-said before looking to Luke-bring that file with you, also the archive, I'll fill you about the rest

-...Yes ma'am-answered the red-haired

Then both of them got out and walked towards Alicia's office. They were in silence but also Luke was curious.

-You can ask me, Michaelis-said Alicia trying to calm herself down

-This web that Wraith mentioned...

-My last mission with my old team

-I see, um, what's all about that rule?

-I would tell all of you once we were complete, but I have a thing that all of my soldiers must follow if you want to work with me. We're a team and we'll go through a lot of things soon enough, so the only thing I'll ask from you is "No one's left behind", alright? Hurt or dead, doesn't change it, everyone will be back

-Is that so?

-Yes, we'll bring everyone back home-muttered with regret and shame on her tone

-Understood Captain

-Good, now let's go, there's a lot of things about Carabalí's former minions that there aren't inside the file

[nataliesnews]

Subject: All quiet on the protest front? breakfast in the park and sundries

---------- Forwarded message --------- From: Natalie Ginsburg <natanyag@gmail.com> Date: Mon, Jan 30, 2023 at 8:44 AM Subject: All quiet on the protest front? breakfast in the park and sundries To:

 In spite of my apprehensions about the demonstration on the bridge on Saturday all was quiet. People hooted in support. Quite a few feeling otherwise, stopped their cars and spat...but nothing more. But I always watch carefully as I remember how Gershon Baskin was attacked here in Jerusalem three years ago....and that his attacker got off. But the others also felt as I did as when we arrived, I said to them that we should stand more closely to one another than spread out along the bridge as we normally do and they agreed.  Also we phoned the local police station and asked that they send a car to be in the area which they did. Here am I with my sign, sitting comfortably in my chair with my feet helping to keep my sign upt.

 \

 I went to the demonstration here in Jerusalem instead of Tel Aviv and was sorry that I had done so. It turned into a prayer vigil for those Jews killed on Friday. Don't get me wrong. It is  horrible. But there is not one word about the occupation in their posts. I go for a democratic Israel and where there is occupation there is no democracy. I also stand for the Palestinians who are killed. Not for the terrorists....but, for example, the woman who was killed in her kitchen during the Jenin raid. In her kitchen? Surely it must have been a direct aim at her. What about all those injured? And,  unfortunately I don't believe most of the information we are given by the army. I stand for a 13 year old. His grandfather was stabbed to death by a supporter of Ben Gvir in 1998. One of his friends was killed by the army two weeks ago. Then Jenin. the daily attacks by the settlers and, yes, there are daily attacks. Two houses burnt this week by settlers in the villages. None of this on the news. The hopelessness and anger he must have felt. Do we really think that the Palestinians will turn the other cheek?

 Free Jerusalem did not go to the demonstration on Friday night because the organizers said they would only stand in silence for Jews. So last night in the city there was a demonstration and a minor march near the residence of Netanyahu. There were police walking alongside us the entire march and even when we began to disperse, maybe 100 people. Gioia, whom I write about below, watched on facebook and sent me a picture of myself walking. 

 On a happier note I had a lovely picnic with a couple and their children. They are from Italy and he works for the UN. I met Gioia at a demonstration. So we had a picnic at Yad Kennedy. They have three kids who are so warm and friendly. Besides other meats she had brought the best lamb chops I have had in years. She knows I love them. 

 But the day was a mixture of Israel. There was a group of young Arabs who had bicycles provided and on the other side a group of young people. We were not sure who they were and why. I thought it was a group of young Israeli exercising before they would go into the army. Afterwards I found out that they were a group of French youngsters on a birthright visit to Israel or something like that.

 But the more I watched, the more it upset me. At first they were just exercising. Then I saw that they had rifles......whether real or whatever I don't know. They were trained how to stand, to shoot, to kneel, to shoot at a moving target.

    I know exactly what the mindset is. How many of them will actually come to Israel one day I don't know but they are obviously being trained to see Palestinians only as their enemies. I am sure that they find it very exciting. That they they just see the glory of war and bearing arms.   I wonder how much they are exposed to the other side of the story. I doubt that anyone from the left ever speaks to them. No, I did not go to speak to the organisers. I was enjoying the day and did not want this scene to change my good feeling.

 But what was amusing.....two youngsters came up to us. Evidently they had been  provided with sandwiches and there was mayonnaise on the sandwiches which the boy could not eat. But they saw that we were barbecuing and came to ask if he could get something for us to eat. Gioia immediately gave him some of the barbecue but I heard her saying to them that they are Christians. But she assured them that it was no pork and the question of kashrut did not seem to bother them and they went off with food which I am sure the others envied....much better than sandwiches.

 In Jerusalem there is a library which has separate hours for girls and boys...this is what is happening here.

And I saw this picture of a bridal shop in one of the arab countries which I am sure Smokovic  and Ben Gvir would love to have adopted here.

  And on that modest note

 ferable

[zanguntsu]

fullbringer arc had some cool ideas but it was also bad writing. it dragged on some, with the main plot being ichigo gaining a new power and thats basically it with the side plot of tsukishima and having ichigo develop new powers isnt the worst plot idea but there could be more.

the new characters in fullbringer are not very enthralling and easily forgettable which is a shame because unlike the other arcs in bleach, it introduces a smaller new cast so there could have been more development since it doesnt run into the trouble of having far too many characters to properly write. and some of the characters had some interesting stories but they were just. swept under the rug and finally fully pushed out of the narrative once the shinigami entered the story again.

the main problem with the fullbringer arc i have is that there is no impact on the next arc like yeah. fb characters are there but there just isnt anything to carry over and that’s disappointing bc all of the arcs affect the next in some sort of way, like how soul society arc influences the arrancar arc but with the fb arc you could just completely redact it and not much would change. ichigo’s fullbring doesnt carry over since its gone lmao so everything ichigo worked for is null and no one really experiences significant growth. chad could have gotten a new power up like its the fullbringer arc cmon kubo why.

i would have wanted to see an arc on the karakura gang adjusting to life after the winter war arc. there’s potential there to expand on characters: ichigo losing his powers all of a sudden, orihime having just been kidnapped would definitely have effects on her psyche, chad’s and uryu’s characters having more overall focus after all of hueco mundo and the events that theyve gone through cause they’re children who were put in dangerous situations. like I appreciate how it does focus on human life like the first arc of bleach however i dont think it runs with the ideas as well as it could. the focus shifted to the shinigami again at the end. also the fullbringer arc should have been chad’s arc. like it kind of was but not really and im so mad about that

maybe its just me being anti soul society but the arc did bring up potential criticism of ss, how they lied to ichigo about the badge with he completely brushes off which i mean, i get that ichigo doesnt care but at the same time ss effectively monitored him and were fully prepared to use the badge to restrict and kill him, a teenage boy, in case he goes bonkers. he’s 15-17 like dude. that’s a little fucked man. ginjo being a former substitute was definitely an interesting topic and his personality pre tsukishima fullbring reveal was better than generic villain tm we got. tsukishima as the generic villain tm worked better honestly and having two antagonists who are not very affiliated would have caused some spicy conflict.

and ichigo questioning the trustworthiness of the people around him could start some internal conflict, like should he doubt the people around him who clearly care about him? that conflict could really question urahara’s morality alongside isshin’s. soul society’s could definitely be there. like maybe it goes somewhere but it could also carry over to tybw since it’s ALL about soul society’s crimes against the quincy. it sets up the stage for the final arc and could amplify the villains (even though they suck lmao) and really hammers in the moral ambiguity of soul society as a military organization.

anyways im done rambling, fullbringer arc could have been an interesting arc

[nsfw-at-its-finest]

Can I request a bucky barnes x bottom!male/masc reader?

Maybe one where bucky kinda doesnt like the reader but sorta has a crush on them anyway

(he probably doesnt know what to do with his emotions poor boy :( )

Anyways maybe theyre in a argument and reader is kinda snarky

and bucky is like

you know what thats it lets kiss

so he slams him into the wall w a kiss

or whatever

and maybe something happens

or smth 😳

A/n: The person who sent in this request also requested neck kisses and bites, so who would deny such a thing? Not I. Sorry it’s shorter but I feel like Y/n a boss as bitch who gonna make Bucky work for it. 

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: Smut, arguing, cussing, hate/confused emotions foreplay? blow jobs, neck biting/marking, Bucky needs a hug man, kinda open ended about their relationship Word count: 1278

A known fact about Bucky Barnes was he the fact he was shit at emotions, which was to be expected after being in the hands of a terrorist organization for 70 years, but the fact still stood.

He was horrible with his emotions, rarely liked anyone, let alone got close to them, and preferred to be left to his solitude.

Other than Steve and Sam (Who was kinda his friend? Even Bucky wasn’t sure where they stood.)

There was only one other person who bothered the previous assassin, and that was Y/n L/n. A friend of Sam’s from the army who annoyed Bucky more than anyone he’d ever met.

He was loud, crude, snarky and just loved to piss the brunette off like it was some joke. He’d joined the team not long after Bucky had, and since then the two had been at each other’s throats.

All while Bucky despised the bastard, he had some rather… conflicting feelings for him. He’d brought them up to his best friend, who had only laughed and clasped his shoulder with a simple ‘that means you like him, Buck.’

Bucky had proceeded not to leave his room for three days, Steve called it an overreaction.

He avoided Y/n more after that, but every time he saw the H/c haired man he noticed new disturbing details. Like how his eyes seemed to shine when he laughed, and how his nose crinkled adorably when he tasted something he didn’t like.

Bucky hated it just as much as he hated the man his thoughts were constantly revolving around. He’d done relatively well at avoiding Y/n, leaving the room when he entered, avoiding missions he was on if he could, hell he even changed his training schedule do he wouldn’t have to face the man.

Yet here he was, faced by Y/n in the communal area at 3 in the god damn morning, his E/c eyes full of fury and determination as he cornered the former assassin.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He questioned without hesitation, staring up at Bucky with furrowed eyebrows.

“I haven’t been avoiding you.” Bucky internally cringed at the horrible lie, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck.

Y/n rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m not a damn idiot Barnes, I know when someone’s been ignoring me.” He replied smoothly, and damn it Bucky wished he could just jump through the window, but he’s still on thin ice with Tony for the last one.

Bucky opened his mouth to defend himself but was interrupted by the H/c haired menace.

“Listen I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to be a pussy and hide every time I’m around.” His voice and words sparked irritation in Bucky, making his eyebrows furrow.

God, he wished Y/n would just shut his mouth for once. Before the soldier was even aware of his movements, he had the other man pinned against the wall, hands on either side of his head.

“Shut up.” Bucky grunted, before closing the gap between them and smashing their lips together. He heard Y/n make a minute sound before his hands came to slide up to rest on Bucky’s upper sides.

The white wolf dug his teeth into the smaller man’s bottom lip, tugging on it before his tongue delved into the other man’s mouth with a low growl. His lips Pulled away to brush down his jaw, biting sharply into the skin, before soothing the mark with a soft kiss.

A small keen left Y/n’s lips before he reluctantly pulled away, chest heaving as he breathed, looking up at Bucky with blown pupils.

“What happened to hating me?” He questioned; a snarky smile spread across his lips. Bucky let out a groan, rolling his eyes.

Bucky pressed his hand to Y/n’s shoulder and the man fell to his knees in beautiful submission, making the large man almost drool over the sight.

“Use your mouth for something good” Bucky rumbled out, his hand running soothingly through the man’s H/c locks.

Y/n’s E/c eyes glimmered with mischief as he licked his lips, Bucky’s eyes following the movement.

“You don’t like my smart mouth?” Y/n questioned, head cocking to the side in feigned innocence. Bucky bit back a sneer, tugging on his hair harshly.

“I’d rather you suck me off than be a smart ass.” He replied shortly, scowling down at the grinning man.

Y/n did a mock salute, before his hands began to run up Bucky’s calves, fingers tauntingly light in pressure.

His finger’s ghosted over the prominent bulge in Bucky’s pants, causing the dark-haired man to exhale loudly. Y/n glanced up, beaming with pride, which only caused another sharp tug at his hair.

His fingers expertly undid the buttons and pulled his trousers and boxers down in one motion, Bucky letting out a low hiss at the freedom his hard cock now had.

He glanced down to Y/n, (Who looked heavenly on his knees) smirking to himself at the way the H/c haired man licked his lips as his eyes trailed over his throbbing cock.

“Well doll, you gonna get to work?” Bucky lightly mocked, grip softening on his hair to show his playful intentions. His sharp blue eyes watched as Y/n squirmed under his gaze and at the pet name, soft pants leaving his lips.

Y/n leaned forward, his lips peppering kisses from the underside of his cock to the tip, his tongue poking out to give a small kitten lick to the slit. He whined in the back of his throat, eyes fluttering as he wrapped his lips around Bucky.

The man used his mouth skillfully, tongue running up the vein as he bobbed his head rhythmically.

Bucky let out low groans, his head tipping back with a thump against the wall. His fingers curled into Y/n’s scalp, only seeming to spur him on.

Bucky knew damn well he was going to have a hard time seeing Y/n the same after this, but he was also one stubborn bastard and was adamantly telling himself this was hate fucking. (It wasn’t.)

His silver eyes fluttered as soft pants left his lips, hips bucking forward when Y/n brought his hand up to cup his balls.

Bucky forced his eyes to open as he looked down at the man on his knees, a pathetic grunt leaving his lips at the sight.

Y/n’s hair was a wreck, lips stretched around his length with spit sliding down his chin. He was palming himself through his pants, barely audible, airy moans leaving his stretched mouth.

Bucky came with a cry of pleasure, eyes scrunching up as he tugged roughly on the smaller man’s hair, thrusting his hips crazily as his orgasm washed over him.

He opened his eyes to see Y/n pull off with a ‘pop’ and lick his lips greedily to catch any cum that may have fell, and Jesus, Bucky could’ve cum again just from that.

The smaller man stood up with grace, giving Bucky that endearing stupid grin that made his heart do summersaults.

“Talk to me when you figure your shit out Barnes.” He pat Bucky’s shoulder, hand staying there far too long for it to only be friendly.

Bucky could only watch with a dumb founded expression as Y/n sauntered away, leaving Bucky alone in the common room imagining what else that mouth could do.