#alright . now that nobody is looking and losing respect for me

[meltylandart]

get scruffed idiot

#melty art #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #giratina #trainer volo #wielder volo #ok . Mutuals. #im going to tag this post as something that may make you want to harm me . Perhaps pelt me with tomatoes in the town square #so i must respectfully ask that you please look away #ok? ok. #alright . now that nobody is looking and losing respect for me #paradiselostshipping

[imtryingbuck]

Twenty Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,014

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names, smut but no smut – you know?. swearing

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“…I mean I’m in love with you, I’ve known since I was fourteen”

“I’m in love with you too James”

~~~

After being released from the hospital a few days after waking up the boys all but forced her to live with them until she found somewhere else, somewhere where she felt safe.

Brock had gone to prison for the attack done to Y/n and some other things he had done that had finally caught up to him.

Not that Y/n paid any attention to that.

As the months passed turning into years after that night in the hospital bed where she and Bucky had confessed their love for one another things had changed between them. And not necessarily for the better.

No they became distant despite Y/n living in the same apartment with him. Their conversations were short and curt, whenever one walked into the room the other walked out with a nod.

Nobody knew what happened, nobody understood why the two who had regained their friendship and became joined at the hip like they were when they were younger had now become distant.

Sam walked in the apartment after finishing work sighing deeply when he saw Bucky sat on the couch with some random woman on his lap kissing, her shirt on the floor. “Buck seriously?”

“What?”

“You’ve got a room for that and plus Y/n will be up in second” just as he finished his sentence Y/n walked behind him.

“Sammy move I’m dying for a wee”

At hearing her voice he knocked the girl whose name he had completely had forgotten off his lap, when she cried out Y/n looked around Sam’s body.

“Oh, hi”

The girl looked at Bucky then at Y/n rolling her eyes she picked up her shirt putting it back on “you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend James”

He didn’t answer the girl he just stood there staring at Y/n, her eyes were casted down. He felt guilty for some reason.

“Fuck you James” the girl huffed and stomped out of the apartment making sure she knocked her shoulder into Y/n’s.

“Ow, rude. Sam can you move please, still need a wee”

“Yeah yeah sorry” Waiting until Y/n shut the bathroom door behind her Sam’s eyes not moving away from Bucky.

“I know alright I know I’ve fucked up”

“Ever since she’s been back from her trip you’ve not brought a girl home always going to theirs so why now?”

“I don’t know”

“Bullshit you knew me and her were coming home together” Ever since Y/n had gotten Sam his new job at her workplace Sam was taking them both to work and though Sam always finished a little earlier he always waited for her so they could come home together. “Ever since she came here from the hospital you’ve both been acting strange around each other so what gives?”

“I-I told her I loved her” Bucky admitted quietly.

“That’s great-wait didn’t she say it back?”

“No Sam I told her I was in love with her”

“I got that like I said did she not say it back?”

“She did…”

“So what’s the problem then?”

“I don’t know”

“You two need to sort yourselves out, I’m serious Buck or it’s going to be too late and you’ll lose her for good.”

The thought of losing his Bunny for good terrified him, his father had to pin him down on the ground when Bucky was told that Y/n had left for boarding school. For months he keep begging and begging Howard and Maria to let him see her but each time with fruitless.

He knew in his heart, his soul and mind that he was in love with Y/n more than anything in this world. She was the first thing he thought of when he woke, the last thing on his mind as he fell asleep. Y/n was there for him just as much as he was for her, she helped him more than she ever and would ever know, in ways he could never explain. To him loving Y/n was nothing he ever had to think about to him it was as easy as breathing. Falling in love with his Bunny came so natural to him, when he dated Dot he did love her but it felt forced, unnatural.

Being with Dot and all the unnamed girls after always had Bucky pretending he was something that he wasn’t, his laugh was fake, his smile was forced, he was made to feel stupid whenever he said quotes either from films or books. But with his Y/n his laugh was always real and loud, his smile would be big enough to cause his cheeks to start aching and whenever he said quotes his Y/n always understood them, always there laughing along when he did his impressions and voices. Always there looking at him like he hung the stars in the dark sky as they camped in the backyard. Never once judged him when he cried, matter of a fact she would pull him into her arms and cry with him.

No one knew other than him that late at night he replayed their first encounter, over and over every night without fail. Maybe it was at seven years old Bucky had fell in love with Y/n, as he couldn’t remember or try and pinpoint the exact moment he had fall for his untameable curly haired best friend.

Bucky didn’t think much about marriage or having children and growing old, of course not he was young and good looking – he had other things to worry about such as not calling the girl he had under him the wrong name, he did that once and ended up with a black eye, Carly got him good-wait was it Carla? But whenever he was asked by his grandmother when he was going to get married he always thought ‘Whenever Bunny wants to’ or when his grandmother then would ask when he was going to give her great-grandbabies and once again his thoughts where ‘Whenever Bunny’s ready’.

His thoughts about his future always circled back to Y/n. Married – to Y/n. Having children – Y/n’s the mum. Growing old – right by Y/n’s side. Hell he knew he would be taking his last breath right next to her and there was nothing to change his mind and no one to change the future he had planned for himself.

Bucky had to second guess a lot in his life, but he never needed to second guess his love for Y/n.

Y/n’s voice brought him back to the present as she spoke from the kitchen asking him, Sam and Steve what they wanted for dinner, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even register Steve coming home from work.

“Bunny go on a date with me on Saturday, please” He blurted out facing his love.

“W-what?”

“Go on a date with me?”

“Me?”

“No my other Bunny, of course you”

“But you literally had a girl on your lap not even thirty minutes ago…”

“I know and that was because I’m a scum bag but baby its always been you that I’ve always wanted, so…date…Saturday?”

Looking at Sam and Steve who both stand there with huge smiles on their faces, the blonde nodding encouragingly she looked back to her Ducky not believing it was really happening, she had been wishing that those words would come out of his mouth, even more since they confessed their love to each other. When he started being distant with her she thought that she heard wrong, that he never actually proclaimed his love for her but she had him and since he didn’t feel the same way he thought it was better to put distance between them both.

But standing in the middle of the kitchen her hand still on the freezer door she didn’t know what to think.

“Bun?”

“Saturday. Okay” she smiled, Bucky released a breath he wasn’t sure how long he had been holding in.

“Saturday” he echo’s.

It was finally Saturday and to say Y/n was nervous was the understatement of the century. Pacing a hole nearly on Sam’s bedroom floor she kept muttering to herself under her breath when a knock came from the door it startled her.

“Sunshine it’s me…Sam, can I come in?”

“Okay”

“Are you naked?”

“Yes and that’s why I said-“

“You’re a liar. You’re not naked.” Sam grumbled then smiling cheekily when Y/n rolls her eyes. “What’s up? And don’t say nothing because me and Steve can hear you stomping around like you’re in a marching band”

“I’m scared…”

“Of what?”

“The date, what if something goes wrong? What if Bucky realises that he doesn’t love me and he leaves me alone? Is he taking me to a restaurant? What do I order? How do I sit? Oh my God I-I-I forgot how to sit!”

Normally Sam loves it when she rambles on but seeing the tears in her eyes he wastes no time in crossing the room and pulling her into his arms.

“Sunny firstly nothing is going to go wrong, I promise you. Buck won’t realise that, babycakes he’s madly in love with you even a blind person can see that and you know for a fact that Buck will never leave you alone. I can’t say where he’s taking you but it’s going to be okay and I assure you that you will love it. And you haven’t forgotten how to sit numpty”

“B-b-but Sammy-“

“No buts Sunny, it’s going to be perfect and you’re going to have a wonderful time and you’ll come back here and tell me all about it, okay”

“Okay”

“Now show me what you’re going to be wearing, come on Sunshine don’t leave me hanging”

Pointing at his bed Sam sees the outfit. A black vest top, a nice black flowy skirt that he knew had a split down the side of the right side. The cardigan was long and dark green, flower patterns on the sleeves.

“I-I was thinking about wearing my dark green doc martens?”

“It sounds perfect, go and get changed before Buck comes back” Sam shoos her off into the bathroom.

Just less than ten minutes later Y/n re-enters the bedroom feeling slightly less nervous for her date. Sam whistled, spinning his finger around in the air signalling for her to spin around for him.

“Beautiful”

“Do you really think I look okay?”

“Yes”

“Should I leave my hair down or should I put it up?”

“Down. Oh and wear that cute little butterfly necklace”

“Okay” taking said necklace out of the jewellery box “Can you-“

“I got you Sunshine.”

“Thank you”

“Buck’s back by the way”

Nodding and spraying herself with her perfume one more time, Sam stands by the door with his arm held out so she could hold onto. Stepping over the threshold and walking down the corridor to where Bucky was waiting patiently.

It’s just Ducky. It’s just Ducky. It’s just Ducky.

She repeated in her head over and over as she watched him look up at her, the way his jaw dropped as his eyes raked up and down her figure but the silence was having her nerves skyrocketing.

“Buck” Steve whispered nudging his best friends’ shoulder when he noticed Y/n starting to twist her a strand of her hair, a thing she did when she was nervous.

“B-Bunny…your stunning”

“You think so?”

“I know so. God you are so beautiful”

Steve and Sam managed to get both of them out of the apartment after Steve sternly tells Bucky to have ‘his little princess back before midnight’ and Sam telling the blonde to cut them some slack, winking at Y/n who just rolls her eyes at the pair. Bucky leads her downstairs and helps her into the car.

The way he fidgeted in his seat was a dead giveaway that he was nervous just like she was.

“So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see as soon as you see it-I just hope you like it”

“Of course I’d like it Ducky”

Smiling bashfully he takes her hand in his and brought her hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss among her knuckles all while his eyes concentrated on the road ahead of him.

The familiar street before her had her wondering where on earth he was taking her.

“Bun, close your eyes for me and keep them closed until I say it’s okay to open them, okay?”

“I’m nervous now” she laughs but complies with his instructions.

The car comes to a stop she hears him getting out of the car, keeping her eyes closed she flinches when the passenger door opens and Bucky leans over to unbuckle her seatbelt. He notices the movement and kisses her temple whispering “It’s okay”. Helping her out of the car he places his hand in hers and starts to guide her along the pathway.

“Duck...”

“I’m right here Bun. I’ve got you my love”

A few minutes later Bucky brings them both to a stop and moves to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and leaning his head on her shoulder. “You can now open your eyes Bun”

Doing so her eyes adjusting to the sight in front of her. She knew instantly where she was.

The large pond sat undisturbed in the middle of the woodland area she spent many days of her childhood exploring, her safe haven, her happy place.

Just to the right and a five minute walk stood the tree she first met her Ducky.

However it was different now thanks to Bucky, in between two trees hung fairy lights casting a beautiful glow in the darkening sky. On the ground was a large blanket with a picnic basket sat on top.

So simple. But so beautiful.

“Buck…”

“If you don’t like it I can book a tab-“ he started – scared of her reaction, more like lack of one.

“It’s perfect”

Guiding her over to the blanket he helped her sit. The food was eaten pretty quickly. They both unknown to each other felt silly for ever being nervous for their first date.

“It’s just Bunny”

“It’s just Ducky”

They told themselves. Though they did have to admit that this was different now, they were on a proper date and not like their friendship dates they always went on. This was a huge step for them.

“How did you get the lights up there?” Y/n asked as she leaned against Bucky.

“With my father and Steve's help, it was a lot harder than we expected”

“Well I appreciate what you three went through to do it”

“Anything for you Bunny, you know this”

Sitting up and looking at him her breath hitched when she saw that his blue eyes that seemed to shine under the bright fairy lights were already on her.

“Bun, when I told you that I’m in love with you I wasn’t lying. I can’t begin to explain why I started to be a dick towards you afterwards as I don’t even know myself, I’m sorry”

“I wasn’t lying either, honestly it’s always been you Buck. And none of that matters no more, just promise me you won’t do it again as I hate not talking to you”

“I promise”

The way his eyes kept darting from hers to her lips had her licking them nervously and before she could process the words in her mind they were spilling out.

“Kiss me Ducky”

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything”

Ever so slowly he moved closer towards her and even more gently he takes her face in his hands and places his lips against hers. Both sighing contently as the tingly sensation tickles their lips.

The kiss grew more heated as their tongues danced together, hands reaching and touching each part of each others bodies. A small squeal of surprise left her mouth when Bucky knocked her onto her back and climbed on top of her, his lips never leaving hers even when she pulled back needing air his kissed-swollen lips never left her skin.

“You are the most prettiest thing I have ever laid my eyes on” he stated, she heard no indication of a lie not like she would have because to him it was the truth. There was nothing in this world that would have him changing his mind.

“I’m…” Y/n started to say but trailed off, hoping that he would catch on to what not only was she trying to say but to hint also.

“Your what Bun?”

“You know…”

“I don’t I’m afraid”

“I still have my flower” she says hoping that would make him understand but all she got was him raising his eyebrow in confusion. “I’m a virgin” she blurted out, cheeks and neck flushing bright red with embarrassment.

“Oh. That’s okay-hey look at me Bunny- it is okay, there isn’t any need to rush it”

“But I want to-with you I mean-now-well that is if you’re okay with that”

“Bun-“

“Never mind it was silly-.”

“Baby I want to, God knows I do but-but what if you regret it?”

“I won’t”

Kissing her once, twice, thrice he nods and starts to lift up. “W-where are you going?” she asks, panicking that she’s overstepped and overthought this whole date.

“Taking you home so we can make love”

“No, here. Please Ducky”

“Here? Are you sure my love?”

“Yes Ducky”

He leans back over her and kisses her passionately and feverishly. His hands and lips explored every crevice of her body. Explored the one place nobody had done before him.

“Are you sure Bunny? We can stop if you want” he asked before taking her flower.

“Ducky please, you’re the one, please”

“You’re the one for me too baby. I promise to go slow, tell me to stop if it gets too much and I will, okay”

“Okay”

Underneath the fairy lights and the stars that shined brightly in the dark sky, the cold air sweeping past the two, as they made love.

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[newskin4theoldceremony]

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BUT ITS ALRIGHT MA IT’S LIFE AND LIFE ONLY

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[moonlight-sonata99]

Walk The Line

No.4

Carmy Berzatto x reader

A/n: I'm finally getting an idea of where I want this to go!!! Well, I already had an idea,of where I wanted it to go but I was unsure, now I know^-^

It was 4:30 in the morning, Why the fuck you were awake?, you'll dont know. Silently staring out at the cars that went by as you drank your coffee, as you look out, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

"Ah shit." answering the phone "Ritchie, it's way too damn early for you to be reminding me of work" 

"Ritchie?" The voice repeats confused on the other line, your eyebrows furrow realizing it's not ritchie.

"Sorry? who is this? " You ask, a confused look on your face. 

"Uh- me, Sunny. Your sister?" She awkwardly explains,

"Oh," you breathe out, "Sorry, i uhm,i wasn't expecting this." 

"no, no it's okay, " She replies "Sorry nobody has called you. " She says quietly.  

"Yea..uh-its okay" you assure. "So what's up…?"

" Uh… not much y'know? just been working." She breathes out,nodding as you listen. 

"Everyone misses you." Sunny adds, and you can sense a smile on her face.

"really? " you say not really convinced,

"Yea" 

"hm…" 

"You don't believe me?" Chuckling she asks again, "You don't"

"Not one bit" you state as she laughs,

after that it gets quiet.

"Uhm… he's been - Well, we've been going to therapy, y'know?" She says softly, awaiting your answer.

your breath hitches for a second as you remove the phone from your ear to retrieve your thoughts. 

"Really?" you ask in a low voice.  

"Yeah"

 "and how's that going for you?" you ask looking back outside the window.

"Well- it's a lot of crying." She says laughing  "They really miss you, y'know, " Sunny pauses before adding "he"

"So, how's everyone else ?" you murmur hearing her sigh on the other line.

Sighing, you run hard through your hair, only letting silence ring. 

"hey uh i gotta get to work," you explain, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Good, busy but good. annoying as always. Our brothers, I mean." She says, beginning to laugh, chuckling, and you look at the clock.

"No yea,dealing with those must annoying as hell"

"Yea," she replies, chuckling as you look at the clock, realizing what time it was

"No, yeah, i'll let you go," She says  "ma says you're working in a restaurant. Is that true? "

"yea, it's true." Smiling, you look down 

"How is that?" Sunny ask, 

" busy as hell." You chuckle." Anyways, yea gotta go" 

"yo- im gonna need help with these chickens!" You yell, taking out a tray of chicken to cook, 

"Alright, be careful bye," Sunny says as she ends the call. "You're left there sitting in the darkness of your living room."

6 AM

" Anywhos available help put the chickens Please !" Carmy yells as he looks at the endless amount of orders coming through the small machine, 

"Yes, chef, " Tina responds, grabbing another tray as you leave the oven door open for her. as you look at the  Chaos starting to brew.

"Fuck, this isnt good," you mumble to time as he she glances up and you two walk to get more trays.

"Chef messed up on the tablet, i think," She said, gritting her teeth, lifting up another tray as you follow Suit, 

" Let's just do what we need to do, Carmy's losing his shit. " You mumble and open the oven door,

" get THE FUCK OFF MY EXPO! CHEF NOW" Carmy screams echo through the restraint as you turn to look at him. And sydney walks off with an "yes chef"

Turning your gaze to Tina's, you both return to your respective task. 

"Okay, 20 Chickens are Cooking," you shout, turning to look at Tina. Can you handle the rest? i've gotta get on those beefs. " You huff out. " They are prepped ready to go," you explain, and Tina nods, and you scurry off to put the beef in Jus

Putting the beef in jus you look to tina Who's talking to sydney whos currently freaking the fuck out. 

"holy fucking shit…" you mumble looking out to the chaotic, a cold feeling in your Chest as your gaze lands on Carmy whos in the Screaming, his face red and you stand there looking at him, As approaches him with a roll at hand.  

" Oh no marcus… " you mumble, turning away, finishing up the beefs you turn to look at tina. "These chicken good to go?" You ask, straightening your apron  as she looks at you 

"We don't have any more!" She says as you nod.

" It's okay, it's okay. " You breathe "fuck me…"

"Fuck me!" 

"20 more Chickens to fire" 

" We don't have any more " 

 "fucking find them!"

9 pm

"That was….. fucking something, "you murmur, eyes lidded go you leaned your back on the wall. Carmy scoffed as he sat next to you doing the same.

"Yea." he breathed out, leaning his head back."You Uh heard from marcus?"

"No," you reply as he nods his head. "He'll come around,"  you mumble, closing your eyes and adding to the silence.

"Sorry for the way i acted today, Chef," 

Turning your head towards him, you force your eyes open, taking in his words. 

"You're good." 

It's not often that people apologize for their actions in person.  His words came as a surprise. But... you liked that.

"So… "fuck me?" He asked with a small smile, your heart stopped for a split second before realizing what he meant. 

"Huh? Oh- you heard that." laughing, you fixed your posture. "We were out of chickens !" you guy laughing "i literally had to run to the nearest grocery Store and buy a cart full of chicken." 

 "I know, thank you," Carmy says, chuckling. Settling down you look up.

"Stupid fucking chicken " you mumble closing your eyes and 

Crossing your arms for extra warmth. Carmy's sits next to you, relaxing and lighting up a cigarette.

"and you? how are you? " You whisper, eyes still close causing carmy to stop in his tracks.

"me?"

"Yeah you. Who else? "you reply, opening your eyes slightly. As he turns to look at you, " you were freaking out, I mean- with how much that machine was spewing out?oof. I would have too."

He takes a moment to reply,

"Okay," he replies simply as you give him a "Really?' look "Tired, yeah" he adds running his hands over his face.

"That's better," you say, struggling to keep your eyes open, and he draws in a breath with his cigarette.

"Take the night off" he states as he looks at you,

" I would love that, but there's too much for just you," you reply, shaking away the exhaustion from you. Before he can say anything else, you stand up dusting off any dirt on yourself.

"Whatever you say, Chef," he says, dropping his cigarette and stepping on it before you two walk back to work.

Hours later you two find each other sitting against the kitchen counter cleaner, sleeping shoulder to shoulder after cleaning the restaurant.

The next day of your felt your shoulder be tapped, and you open your eyes,

"Ah shit…" you groan as you get up and rub your eyes.Hearing chuckles from the front of the restaurant. as you walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

"RITCHIE YOU FUCK ! "

Falling asleep in the restaurant wasn't the best idea, you thought, trying your best to rub out the tiny little dicks on your face.

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[princelylove]

Hmm I just have this question in my mind. Who do you think is the worst yandere to deal with and who is the easiest to deal with in Joestar blood line? (If can, I'd love to know your ranking on each person)

For me, I think the worst to deal with is Jotaro (he is too strong and smart to fight back) and the easiest is Jonathan (a gentleman, he is so sweet, so easy to manipulate)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I included Lisa Lisa + Holly because nobody talks about them enough. I love women. Technically Lisa Lisa doesn’t count but shhh. I omitted Johnny because I feel like I should reread sbr… This is subject to change if my interpretation of any of these characters develops, but for now I'm fairly confident in it.

From easiest to worst:

I have to agree with Jonathan for the easiest. He hasn’t discovered free will or the fact that he has the potential to be a lot worse. Look at DIO- besides from the vampirism, that’s all Jonathan. That’s terrifying. A man of that size hunting you down is frightening, but you’re in luck, Jonathan has no plans of mistreating you. He’s very careful to respect your wishes- and mopes when you tell him no. He respects you, he’s not going to go against your wishes and escort you home without you wanting it. (He’ll just follow behind. Very far behind. No one is going to harm his darling on his watch.) He sulks if you flat out reject him, but he’ll leave you alone for a little while. It’s not gentlemanly to pursue someone after they’ve said no! It’s not gentlemanly to beat all of his love’s suitors to almost-death either, but that’s got nothing to do with you. “I just can’t afford to lose you. Won’t you please let me walk you home?”

The worst you’re getting with Josuke is his little random urges to act on his sadism, which is once in a blue moon. You’re fine. You even have the right to go outside and go places without him! He’s like the obsessive boyfriend that blows up your phone when you haven’t texted him in a while. If your phone has a do not disturb mode you’ll be alright. Just send him a selfie and a quick explanation of every little thing in the shot. He tends to cling when you return to him, but is that really so bad? Josuke’s your own personal weighted blanket, and doesn’t jump to conclusions when you miscommunicate. He’ll hear you out, let you explain yourself, take some time to think about it, and give you a little smack on the wrist if you didn’t do anything too bad. That isn’t to say that he won’t properly punish you, it’s just that it takes a lot for him to get there. He’s fair. “You’re going out? Kay, text me.”

Holly is a sweetheart, and by herself, should be much higher on this list.. Her son, however… is the worst. He likely learned his yandere tendencies from her in his youth, when she was still with his father. If you’re going to “parent” him, he’s gonna make sure you’re really fit to be around her in the first place. Holly knows how to read the room, she’s very good at picking up on someone’s true intentions. She’s seemingly very passive, but that isn’t really the case! Holly is very tolerant. She understands the stress, and just wants to help. You can lash out, say things out of stress, maybe even try to run away, but you’ll be back. If you’re not… Well, first you’ll receive a very special “pretty please” message, and second you’ll receive a very pissed off Jotaro, here to drag you by your collar back to where you belong. Holly truly believes that she knows better, and while she doesn’t have the personality to be firm and a bit mean to you to get you back in line, her son does. She doesn’t want to punish you! You’re her everything, your pain is her pain! You’re never in any real danger with Holly. Jotaro coming to get you, though? Fair game. “Oh, sweetheart… please let me put a bandaid on that. I’ll kiss it better!”

As long as you’re complacent, you’ll survive Joseph. Considering the lack of a physical threat, he should be a bit higher, but he’s more overbearing than Holly is, and more willing to trap you himself. Sure, he’ll follow you everywhere and insist on showing you every little thing he’s doing, but he means well. He’s very overbearing, but as long as you consistently show Joseph affection and the attention he’s begging for, you’re allowed to have a relatively normal life. It’s like having a big puppy following you around that thinks he’s a lap dog. He just won’t ever leave you alone. Or let you buy things yourself. Why would he?? He’s right there, let him do it! Not like he’s doing anything with that Joestar money. Joseph’s very touchy, he’ll almost always have his arm around you, or insist on holding hands. He needs you. He goes crazy without you. He can’t sleep, won’t train to his full potential, and barely touches his food if you’re not there. Joseph is obsessed with you, and can’t do anything without having a little hit of you first. Poor guy. “Have you ever thought about moving to new york?”

Jolyne can be an asshole, but she’s a lot better than the rest of this list. She tells it to you how it is- you’re hers, and she wants to be by you all the time. Jolyne’s not the most emotionally expressive, I see her a lot in younger Jotaro, but she is very verbally expressive. She has no mental filter; Nothing’s ever up in the air when it comes to Jolyne. She’s just sort of keeping guard over you most of the time, and is fine with just being around you, for a little while. She’s fine with physically threatening you if you get out of line, her muscles aren’t just for aesthetics. She does it in “subtle” ways- picking you up to move you out of her way, pulling you onto her lap, putting her well-built thigh over you while you’re sleeping together. She tells you to call her “Jojo” and won’t answer to anything else- I think she spent too much time with Gwess. She craves that mushy, disgustingly affectionate talk she used to get from her ex, and fully expects it from you. She’s terribly insecure, and needs the consistent reassurance that you’re into her or she’ll get in your face about it. You don’t like her anymore? What kind of stupid bitch changes their mind in a day? Did she do something? Are you mad?? What’d she do??? “You and me. That’s all you gotta think about.”

Lisa Lisa loves to micromanage. You don’t really need to think with her, do you. All of your needs will be met on her private island- there’s staff, luxurious utilities, and plenty of space for you to “free roam.” You might feel free in the beginning, but once you see people going about their day across the water, it’s clear how trapped you are. Lisa Lisa likes keeping you where she can see you, and if she’s busy with training, you can sit off to the side where it’s safe to watch. If it weren’t for Suzi Q, she’d ask that you bring her drinks every once in a while. Aht. Don’t forget her kiss, either. Lucky for you, Suzi Q is absurdly good at her job, and you won’t need to lift a finger. Just sit there, read your magazine in the sun, or pay attention to Lisa Lisa’s teachings. Not that she’d ever approve of you using hamon. You're meant to be hers, that's it. What's the point of teaching a lap dog how to be a guard dog? Just sit still and be pretty for her, or face the consequences. “Darling, come back inside.”

Jotaro does not know how to be normal. His yandere “habits” weren’t exactly discouraged in his youth, so he sees no issue with behaving this way. An older Jotato might be better to deal with- he’s more calm, more rational. I’d put older Jotaro in the high middle difficulty rather than being on top, since he has a lot more patience and won’t just rush to kidnap you, but young Jotaro? I’ll pray for you. Most of the people down this low on the list are intelligent, thorough, and aggressive. Jotaro meets all three of those categories. He just wants to protect you. Don’t be stupid and push him away. Controlling and way too overprotective, Jotaro sleeps well at night knowing that you’re exactly where you need to be- locked up where no one else can find you, and in his arms. He doesn’t really think much of physical affection- his mother normalized it so much that he truly doesn’t see anything wrong with always touching you. He’s just making sure your heart’s still beating, your lungs are still working, your stomach isn’t growling… Jotaro knows you need the sun, but to be honest, the most you’re getting is the courtyard, or an open window. He just can’t risk it. Maybe he can be convinced to give you some vitamins for what you’re lacking, as long as he can read the label and have some time to research where exactly it’s coming from. If you try to run away enough times, he’ll break your legs. He really doesn’t want to, and will hesitate riiiight before he snaps them both, but he will. He’ll nurse you back to health, and work you through physical therapy, so don’t whine. You did this to yourself. “Don’t be such a pain in the ass, I’m helping you.”

Giorno is not too keen on letting his possessions act on their own. That’s what you are, really. All of passione is under his possession, sure, the products, the money… the people. He views you as one of his things. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t love you, he very much so does, but there just isn’t room for doubt that Giorno views you as ‘his’ first, and a person second. He knows what he’s doing to you by clipping your wings, it’s a shame things have to be this way in order for him to obtain what he wants. He understands it's wrong to kidnap someone, and to restrain them, but in the end, isn't it for the better? It's like keeping a cat strictly indoors. You may underestimate him since he isn’t as physically built as the rest of his family- even Jolyne has considerably more muscle than him- but that would be unwise. Giorno’s thought of every possibility, and has prepared for it sufficiently- what he has on Jotaro is his ability to adapt, quickly. He's a very quick learner. Giorno can sweet talk his way out of any situation, whether that be through twirling his hair and giving you that doe eyed expression or through a genuine threat. He has both the foundation and passione twirled around his pinky. What makes Giorno so awful is his ability to read you, and the fact that if you ever seriously wrong him, you’ll never see Heaven. Once Giorno loves you, it's him or death- You get no warnings. It’s pointless to hide your true intentions from Giorno. You may think you have choices, but it’s all the same in the end. His expectations are very high, but to avoid disappointment, he’ll likely pick someone that already meets some of his requirements- Why would he go through the effort of fixing someone to his liking when he can find someone that’s perfect for him, and will stay perfect? Giorno is as alluring as can be, and once you’re finally within his grasp, there is no way out. “I expected more from you.”

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[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 8

Well this was a whole-ass SITUATION. I'm still processing, but another outstanding ep. The twin scents of audacity and desperation hung over this episode. Sand tries and fails to have any kind of backbone with Ray. Boston sits in purgatory and decides nope, hell it is. Cheum learns more valuable lessons about perhaps minding her own business. Nick might be moving on to Zaddy!Papang. Mew spirals. Yo and Plug break up. And Top...maybe set Ray up to get arrested so he could look like a hero? Everybody had the goddamn audacity this episode. Y'all went up for Mew's crazy eyes last week, let's see where the gworls are landing for me this week.

⭐1. Atom

People with self-confidence like you are very charming to me.

OH SIR! Talk about coming in hot! Atom's in an experimental mood and looking for somebody to blow his back out, so of course he thinks of Boston, and he's putting out whatever sauce he can muster to entice him. I gotta say, this is a wrinkle I ABSOLUTELY did not see coming but the mess is MESSING and I'm fully on board. Cheum is gonna LOSE IT.

🔺2. Boston (3)

Alright. I’m a social leper.

Well he didn't do a lot this week but boy did he make it count: his bitchface at Nick, who it seems he might have really started to care about; poking at Top's soft spots; telling Cheum maybe she should mind her own business; and just talkin' gay shit with Atom who is VERY into gay shit right now it would seem...every second Boston was onscreen was a second of perfection. ESPECIALLY the second when he decides to make yet another terrible decision and take Atom home and maybe give him what he's been sniffing around asking for. I mean, has learned not ONE goddamn thing and I LOVE that about him.

🔻3. Mew (2)

You take no space in my mind at all.

I haven't seen a classic post-breakup slut spiral this well executed in FOREVER. When Mew did the line of coke I gasped, and when he shoved his tongue down Ray's throat right in Top's face I SCREAMED. Oh honey, you're SUCH a cliché and I love you for it. Mew does not feel an ounce of anything resembling love or attraction for Ray, and he knows it, and he also knows the thought of him and Ray will keep Top up at night, so cigs, booze, yeyo and tonsil hockey it is.

⭐4. Daddy Dan

If you have a friend who likes old people, introduce us.

Papang has arrived, and he's playing the kind of guy who asks college students he's hiring to hook him up with their friends so...that's all present and correct. They love to cast Papang as charming but also slightly seedy and creepy and I'm very into it. Also, in my country there is a strip club/brothel called Dad's Dan so I cackled for a solid 5 minutes at the previews.

⭐5. Freddie Mercury The Second

I want no business with someone else’s boyfriend.

The only person this episode to exhibit even an ounce of self-respect. I salute you sir.

🔻6. Nick (4)

What should I do to earn your forgiveness?

Nick's licking his wounds and trying to get back in the game with Boston, but Nick having never met a boundary he couldn't trample has pretty much sealed that deal for now. As Sand pointed out to him: what was he even doing at that party, other than making a fool of himself?

🔻7. Top (6)

Are you really picking Ray?

Ok so Top's the one who called the cops right? Because they knew exactly who and what they were looking for, and his #1 priority was getting Mew out of Ray's orbit and back into his. Top's beggin' tour wasn't working on anybody except Cheum (who...girl. GIRL!), but he still managed to end the night in bed with Mew, so I guess he'll count that as a win?

🔹8. Cheum (8)

They're all selfish. They don't care about me.

GIRL. Your girlfriend keeps telling you to LEAVE THESE BOYS ALONE AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. Now you crying on the couch and don't nobody care except your girlfriend, WHO TOLD YOU. All them boys one by one just telling her to get out of their faces...GIRL YOU ARE A LESBIAN YOU ARE ABOVE BOYS MAKING YOU CRY.

🔻9. April (7)

I know you’re worried about Mew. But he’s a grown man. He can take care of his life.

Girl aren't you tired? That woman don't never listen to you and now instead of having a good time you're feeling her snot seep into your chest through your (slay) outfit and thinking about how you're not getting any sex tonight either. SHE DOESN'T EVEN APPRECIATE YOUR ART.

🔻10. Plug/Yo (5)

There were many people I gave all my heart to. I gave them everything I got. There were many people I gave my room key to. They all returned it to me in the end. I don't want you to raise my expectations. And then you leave me too.

Oof, poor baby Plug. He just wants to live that househusband life but Yo been THRU it and ain't interested in going thru it again. I was surprisingly affected by Mom breaking up with Cool Stepdad, given how little screentime they've had, but Jennie's just that good.

🔻11. Sand (5)

Friends? You and I have never been friends from the get-go.

What more can I say about this loser? He's so embarrassing I can hardly look at him. Ray does not give a good goddamn about him, he uses him as a plaything, a servant or a punching bag as it suits him, and instead of throwing rocks at his ass and telling him to GTFO, he FIGHTS THE DAMN COPS who are trying to take him away. It's almost fascinating, watching this bullshit: every time I think this is surely Sand's rock bottom, he goes lower. We've got 4 episodes left but I'm calling it now: Sand is the most pathetic character on this show.

🔻12. Ray (1)

Let's hire a DJ instead this time. I don't want a band anymore.

OH MY GOD FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE. Does Thailand do 5150s? Because Ray needs to be committed as a danger to himself and others. He got everything he wanted and IT'S NOT ENOUGH, just as we all (I hope) knew it wouldn't be. And then on top of that Mew refuses his kiss in private but lays one on him in Top's face and it's like he just lost it. That ugly scene, breaking up Sand's encounter with Freddie II (shades of him doing the same with Sand's date earlier in the season), claiming ownership of him (told y'all) forcing a kiss on him because Sand's his property right? Ray was downright nasty this week, and not in an enjoyable way.

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[chelseachilly]

king of my heart - pt 9

don’t read the last page but i stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: in the aftermath of you and ben’s fight, you call your mum for some much-needed comfort and guidance warnings: none :) word count: 1.9k

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You’re sobbing so hard you can barely see straight by the time you make it inside your flat, hastily tearing off your rain-soaked clothing and changing into pyjamas.

You peer into Charlotte’s room, but there’s nobody there, so she must be working or at Mason’s.

Every harsh word Ben said to you replays in your mind as you pace the hardwood floors.

For the first time since you moved to London, you find yourself incredibly homesick. All you want is to be curled up by the fireplace with your parents and brother, chatting and listening to music or watching football, knowing everything will be alright.

But your dad is gone and your mum and brother are two hours away in your hometown. You have to work in the morning, and it’s too late to drive there and back in one night.

Desperately needing some comfort, you dial your mum’s number and are relieved when she picks up right away.

“Y/N, dear, is everything alright?” she asks.

You feel guilty that you don’t call her enough - you were closer with your dad growing up, but she’s still your mother. She’s always supported you in every way she can, even in the midst of her own grief when your dad died.

“I-I don’t know,” you answer shakily. “Ben and I got into a big fight.”

You’ve updated her via the odd text about how Ben’s been doing since the injury, but she doesn’t know all the details or the emotional toll it’s been taking on both of you.

“About what, love?”

“He thinks I’m being overprotective,” you say. “Honestly, it’s probably more that he’s scared about what’s gonna happen and projecting it on me, but he’s never spoken to me like that before.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” your mum says softly. “Are you back home now?”

It’s a complicated question - this flat never really felt like home to you, neither does London in general. Truthfully, the only place you ever truly felt at home since your father’s death was wherever you were with Ben.

But you know she means home in the physical sense, as in the place where you pay rent, so you answer accordingly.

“Yeah,” you respond. “I stormed out of there before I could say anything I would regret or before he could…”

You trail off, sitting down on your couch and burying your face in your hands.

“Before he could what, darling?”

“Before he could end things,” you answer honestly. “I…I’m so terrified of losing him, Mum. I love him so much, and after losing Dad, I just…I can’t lose anyone else.”

“Oh, darling, you’re not going to lose him,” your mum says soothingly. “From everything I’ve heard from you and your brother, he’s a good lad who loves and respects you. He may be hurting right now and saying things he doesn’t mean, but I’m certain he already regrets it.”

You let out a heavy sigh. You know that Ben loves and respects you, you just don’t know if it’s enough. This is a major life and career setback for him, it would be challenging for any couple to navigate, and the two of you have been together for less than six months.

“I don’t know, Mum,” you murmur. “What if he doesn’t want this anymore?”

Before your mother can answer, you hear a knock at your door.

“I’ve gotta go, there’s someone at the door.”

“Alright, just call me back later if you want to talk,” your mum says. “And honey, try not to worry too much. Ben loves you. I’m sure you’ll be alright.”

“Thanks, Mum,” you respond, hanging up the phone.

You have no idea who might be at the door, as Charlotte isn’t here and you aren’t expecting anyone, but you quickly wipe your tears away and march over to open it.

You definitely aren’t expecting to see Ben, soaked from the rain and standing on his crutches, looking even more distraught than you feel right now.

“Ben?”

Despite how angry you were with him less than an hour ago, you can’t help but crumble under his gaze.

“Y/N,” Ben breathes, his eyes scanning your tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. “I am so sorry.”

You can tell how sincerely he means that - if his tone and mournful expression aren’t enough, the fact that he made his way over here in a rainstorm and on crutches certainly proves it.

“Ben,” you sigh. “It’s okay-“

“No, no, it’s not okay,” he objects, shaking his head. “It’s not okay for me to speak to you like that, not ever. I was taking my own shit out on you, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse for it.”

“I know you’re hurting, Ben,” you say softly. “I just need you to let me help you. I’m not trying to baby you or be too overbearing, I just-“

“You aren’t, babe, not at all,” Ben says quickly. “I’m so grateful for all your help, really. This would’ve been so much harder without you. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

You can see so much pain in his eyes, all of the stress of the past month weighing on him. You hate seeing him like this, you just want to make it go away.

He seems to be physically struggling, too, obviously feeling the pain of his premature workout today. He’s wobbling slightly on his crutches and his brow is furrowed.

“I understand if you need some time away from me after I was such a prick to you,” Ben continues. “I can just go-“

“You’re not going anywhere, come here,” you say softly, taking a step toward him and pulling him into your embrace. He can’t really hug you back properly with the crutches, but he buries his face in your neck and inhales your scent. You card your fingers through his hair for a moment and press a light kiss to his forehead before pulling away. “Go sit down on the couch, I’ll be right back.”

Ben obliges and makes his way over to your sofa, and you note the way he winces as he props his bad leg up on the sectional. You grab a few things from your bedroom and the kitchen before returning.

“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” you say, passing him a grey hoodie and joggers, both of which belong to him.

“You thief,” Ben chuckles. “You don’t have enough access to my clothes at my place? You had to hoard some here?”

“Well, it’s come in handy, hasn’t it?” you respond, helping him take off the trousers he already had on.

Once he’s all changed, you gently place an ice pack over his knee and give him some ibuprofen.

“Thank you so much, love,” Ben says, breathing a sigh of relief and leaning back against the cushions. He turns his head to face you and grabs you by the hand to pull you into a gentle kiss that makes your heart soar. “Again, I am so sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you murmur, squeezing his hand. “I know you didn’t mean it, and it’s been a tough time. I just want you to open up to me instead of keeping it all inside and blowing up like that.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I want to open up to you too, it’s just been…harder than usual.”

You nod, running your thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing motion and urging him to continue.

He’s never been shy about his feelings with you before, but obviously this time is different.

“I’m just scared,” he admits. “Some people never recover from injuries like this. And I’m so sick of missing all these important moments in my career because I’m out injured. It doesn’t feel fair.”

“It’s not fair,” you agree, your heart aching. “I’m so sorry you’re going through his, Benji, and you know I would take it all away if I could. But you’ll bounce back again, just like you have before. It just might take a bit longer than you’re used to.”

“Yeah,” Ben sighs. “You’re probably right. It’s just been a lot to take, you know?”

You reach out to cup his cheek, brushing away a stray tear that fell there. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Of course it has, baby,” you say. “Have you thought about making a therapy appointment?”

He hasn’t gone since the injury, and you know how important those sessions are for his well-being.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go next week,” he confirms, much to your relief.

“Okay, good,” you say with a small smile, curling a strand of his hair around your finger. He’s let it grow out slightly longer lately and hasn’t been using gel, as he’s been home most of the time, and you’re definitely a fan - you love running your hands through his soft waves. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, darling,” Ben smiles, staring at you with so much awe in his eyes. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Don’t be silly, Ben, of course you do.”

“Not a chance.”

“Ben-“

“I don’t, and you’re not allowed to argue with me about it anymore because I’m hurt and I get to play the injured boyfriend card, alright?”

You can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of his argument, but you let him win nonetheless.

“Fine, any more demands from my poor injured boyfriend?” you ask playfully.

“Yes,” Ben says immediately, leaning in close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips with a cheeky smile on his face when he pulls back. “I want cuddles.”

You definitely won’t deny him that request. You promptly grab a blanket and throw it over both of you before settling into his side and draping one leg over his good one. His arms wrap around you as your head finds its place on his chest. A sigh of contentment leaves your lips as Ben begins to trace shapes over your back and press kisses to the crown of your head.

It feels so good to be intimate with him again after he’s been icing you out the past couple weeks. Not only have you missed his touch, but you’ve been yearning to comfort him and it’s been a challenge to give him space while he’s clearly hurting.

“How’s your knee feeling?” you ask after a couple minutes, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“It still hurts, but it’s faded a bit,” Ben says. “I guess I may have overdone it a bit today.”

“Hmm, maybe you should listen to your doctors and super-smart girlfriend more often?”

“Yes, yes, point taken,” Ben rolls his eyes. “I promise I will not work out again until I am cleared to do so.”

“Good boy,” you smile, ruffling his hair and pecking his nose. “I love you, Benji. And I’m here for you, no matter what. We’ll get through this together.”

Ben’s face melts with adoration for you, his eyes slightly watery as he looks into yours and nods.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too.”

You spend the rest of the evening cuddled up like this, watching a film and enjoying the closeness that both of you have been desperately needing.

By the time Charlotte gets home, shortly after ten, you’re fast asleep and still wrapped up in each other on the sofa. She smiles at the sweet sight and leaves you be, draping one more blanket over your sleeping figures before retreating to her room.

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Arachnoid

Part 2: Little Spider

At nine o'clock the next morning, Rory is sitting in her lab, face turned down looking into a microscope, thinking about a certain blonde woman.

"Gosh, she was beautiful," Rory mumbles to herself.

"Sorry, what was that? Didn't quite catch it," a raspy unfamiliar voice says.

"Oh, jesus!" Rory yells. She turns around, and standing there is the Black Widow. "W-what are you doing here at my place of work, M-miss Black Widow?"

"Hm, you're cute, Arachnid."

"Would you keep your voice down!" Her pitch is an octave higher than usual. "And it's Arachnoid. I resemble a spider. I'm not actually a spider. Oid, not id."

"Oh, okay. So like hemorrhoids," the redhead shrugs. Rory responds with a glare.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off saving the world or something?"

"Nothing to save it from at the moment. Thought I'd do a little digging to pass the time," she shrugs. "Rory Jade LaCroix. Born September 30, 1996. About 5'8", 150ish pounds. Your parents, James and Diana LaCroix, died in a car accident when you were seventeen, although that was likely a cover story. Your sister Hailey passed later that night in the hospital from her injuries. Three years ago, your girlfriend, Abby Smith, was murdered. You were the prime suspect. The case has since run cold. You have enhanced abilities such as super strength, web production, magnified senses, and even more that aren't yet on file."

Rory is tense and on edge at the mention of her family. Nobody talks about her family. "Alright, okay, I get it-"

"You attended Columbia University with a double major in Biomedical Engineering and Chemical Engineering. You also had minors in computer science, forensic science, and psychology. You really took advantage of that full ride they gave you, huh? Good for you, I respect that. Now you work here. Duquesne Scientific Advancements. They pay pretty well, but you're bored here, aren't you? Can't blame you. I've never been one to sit behind a desk, either."

"What's your point, Widow," Rory asks with a clenched jaw. "I already knew you were looking into me."

"Oh, you did? And how did you know that?" she quirks a brow. Rory doesn't let herself be intimidated, instead relaxing her shoulders and falling into a mindset of playful banter.

"Since you clearly know so much about me, why don't you tell me?" she smirks. If the redhead doesn't know about EDNA, she'd rather keep it that way. It could be quite advantageous. The Widow returns the smirk.

"You're quite a character, LaCroix. You could be a useful asset to us."

"And if I don't want to join SHIELD?"

Natasha bristles at the fact that Rory knows the name of the top secret organization, but she doesn't show it. Rory is extremely intelligent. She knows a lot more than she lets on.

"Well, it's your decision, of course. But I'm sure my sister would love to see you around more often."

"Sister? I don't know your sist– oh. You mean the blonde? From the other night?"

"Mhm."

"Huh. Um, well, I'll think about it, Miss Black Widow. For now, I should really get back to work."

"Alright, then. I'll see you soon, LaCroix." The redhead leaves the lab, and Rory lets out a shiver. That was fucking terrifying.

~

"She certainly didn't jump at the opportunity to join SHIELD," Natasha tells Nick. "But I think she'll come around. She's too smart for the job she has now. Too energetic. She's like a little puppy, it's disgusting. She wants to get out and do more good, I know it. And she's got a major crush on Yelena, so."

"Oh, joy. So you recruited a lovesick puppy?" Director Fury grumbles with a frown.

"Hey, this was your idea," she smirks.

"I suppose it was. What did you tell her?"

"I told her that I know who she is," Natasha shrugs, "And that she'd be useful here."

The Director hums in thought. "Don't lose her, Romanoff. I want this kid on my side."

~

"EDNA, who's she talking to?" Rory whispers as she watches the redhead move gracefully down the crowded New York streets.

"She is texting a contact saved as 'YB'. The text reads 'I'm being followed'."

"Oh, shit," Rory mutters.

"YB says 'By whom?' The target says 'A knockoff Spiderman'."

"Oh that is so rude," Rory whines.

"Would you like me to implode the cellular device? It will not kill her, but it will do some serious damage."

"No thank you, EDNA. That's very sweet of you, though."

Despite her cover being blown, Rory continues to move from rooftop to rooftop, wondering where the redheaded SHIELD agent will lead her.

The woman enters a worn down apartment building, and Rory watches from a nearby roof. After a few minutes, nothing happens so she moves closer. She uses her advanced hearing to locate the Widow's voice. Once she does, she crouches down on the fire escape, peeking in through the window. She listens intently to the conversation inside.

"How long was she following you?"

"I don't know. I didn't see her for the last few blocks. I think I might've lost her."

"Hm, or you're losing your edge and she's standing right outside that window," the blonde says, pointing to where Rory is currently crouched down out of sight. Every muscle in her body is tense, but relaxes when she realizes that they don't actually know she's there.

"Fuck off, Yelena." The sisters move onto a more mundane conversation as Rory drifts off into her thoughts. Yelena. It's nice to put a name to the face. Holy shit I feel like a stalker right now, she thinks to herself. Clearly they don't think Rory is a threat, she realizes.

She sighs, feeling like she's invading their privacy, even though she's just trying to protect herself. She moves to make her escape, and accidentally knocks over a potted plant that she hadn't seen. Oh shit. With her heart thrumming in her ears, she doesn't hear the footsteps approaching.

"Oh, come on! That was my favorite plant!" the blonde–Yelena–complains.

"Um...oops?" Rory shrugs. "I was actually just leaving, so..."

"Nuh-uh. Come inside. Come. We need to have a talk, little spider."

"Yes, ma'am," Rory deflates.

Masterlist

#yelena belova #florence pugh #natasha romanoff #yelena belova x oc #yelena belova x kate bishop #yelena belova x reader

[iserorilydontnowlol]

During Dying Times pt1

chubby!fem!reader x dilf!exsoldier!male

setting: it's a post apocalyptic world. You're just a girl who just got accepted into your dream college and you're quiet proud of yourself. Suddenly on the news you hear cities being destroyed by different terrorist groups, people turning into ashes and vanishing, and the earth decaying and filled with zombies. you're entire family turned to ash in front of you and now the only person who even remotely knows you is your father's old friend who served with your dad in the military, Matthew Simons. Your father's dying words were to protect you and since Matt has the upmost respect for your father, he will do as your father requested even if you are against it.

tw: age gap, (very) little body shaming, family deaths, eventual smut.

"do you have everything?" Matt asked you as you put the last of your belongings into his old blue truck.

"yeah." you replied with no hint of emotion.

"alright. Let's get going then." He gave you a pathetic smile to try to help your mood.

you got into the passenger seat. Matt passes you your blankets, books, and other stuff you wanted to keep in the front to help with your boredom.

"we're runnin' low on food so uh might have to stop at the ration station on the way." he spoke while starting the engine. "that alright with you?"

"why wouldn't it be?" you reply sarcastically.

He sighs and and you two began moving.

"just askin'." He murmurs.

you ignore him and continue to open your book to the last chapter you left off at. You try your best to focus on the story but the loud engine, the distorted noise of the radio and the noise of Matt clicking the buttons to fix that noise was hammering your earbuds.

"can you stop!?" you demand.

"I'm just tryin' to get the radio workin'. We might get some information or news 'bout what's happenin'" He speaks while still foundling with the buttons.

"What's that going to do?" you ask. "Everyone I know is already gone! they turned to ash right in front of you and me! Nothing is going to fix that."

you smack his hand away from the radio and click the power button, shutting off the radio.

he puts his right hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on his head as he leans against the window, annoyed. He decides not to press you.

you know he is frustrated by you but he shouldn't have agreed to take care of you in the first place. What would a divorced man with nobody in his miserable little life know about losing anyone? And now you were trapped with him whether you liked it or not.

you continue to read your book but are interrupted again by a loud, thunderous-roar from outside. In the distance you see white smoke as a large capsule rocket flies up into the sky.

you groan in annoyance while Matt snickers at your misery.

"don't know why they keep sending them up there when there needs fixin' down here," he tries to make conversation with you but you pay him no mind.

As you began to read the first line of the chapter, you hear another loud sudden, sharp noise.

"there it goes." Matt comments. You look out your window to see fiery black smoke just where the rocket had been moments ago.

"poor fellas," Matt doesn't seem remorseful at all and shrugs it off.

your gaze remains at the large dust cloud, your memories of your family flashing before your eyes. you came back to your sense with a loud gasp.

"you alright?" Matt seems concerned about you. You nod and turn to face him so that the explosion is out of your vision.

"It's okay sweetheart. everything's fine." he reassures you.

These were some of the only times you are glad he is with you. You finally got to reading your book and you finally complete an entire page without disturbance. the rest of the ride was quiet except the few times Matt hummed an old song but he was good at it so you didn't stop him.

two hours went by rather quickly. You two stop at a ruined building that barely stood up on it's own. Matt parks his truck on the side of the building. He goes into the back to take out some cash as well as some stamps.

"stay here." he says leaving you in truck all alone.

You melt into your seat as you see some druggies get into a argument with each other just outside. you continue to read your book but you couldn't focus anymore. you watch as the building door opens and closes and you just get a little glimpse of what's on the inside.

he never took you inside. you always stayed in the car while he went and haggled with the men or some shit. you'd listen to your mp3 player but recently abigail had broken it. God you were happy to be out of her house.

you're throat starts to become dry and Matt still isn't back with the water. your water bottle is already empty but you do remember that he keeps an extra water bottle in the back in case of an emergency. You crawl to the back and rummage through the hoard of supplies. you find some very not pleasant things that provoke some unwanted memories but you keep looking, while looking you find a carved wooden box. it was a little bigger than the book you were reading. you unlock the box and open it.

"oh wow." you exclaim in surprise.

you take out a dusty gun with a little navy charm on it. underneath was a little picture with a younger matt and another woman. Matt actually looked great, he didn't have any white hairs, and he seemed genuinely happy. the woman was blonde with a thin figure and a radiant smile. they both looked really happy together.

"Is this his ex-wife?" you thought to yourself.

other things in the box are a old dog collar with the name 'hamper' carved in it and a old silver ring.

"what're you doing?" you hear matt's voice from behind you. you flinch at his voice and he grows suspicious.

"what're you lookin' at?" you show him the wooden box and a the picture that you held in your right hand.

his eyes widened but he didn't say anything. he opened the car door and told you to get back into your seat. you put everything back where you found it and close the box. you climbed back into your seat.

"sorry," you mumble an apology and he just hums. you couldn't tell if he was angry at you. he places the heavy bag on your lap.

"they gave less stuff this time." he said while putting on the seat belt. you take out one of the water bottles and fill up your bottle. you give the rest to matt who chugs the entire thing down.

you two get ready to get on the road once again.

"why can't I just come with you for the rations?" you ask him while staring outside the window.

"there's just a lot of old weirdos in there," he says, "I just wanna keep you safe."

"and those old weirdos, is that counting you as well?" you let out a sly remark.

Matt chuckles which helps break the awkward tension between you two slightly.

"anyway, where are we headed now?" you ask.

"a friend of mine. he says he's got a place runnin' with supplies," he answers, "so I thought why not since y'know abigail..."

you nod. the situation with abigail was one of the worst ones. She was fine one night and the next she turned absolute crazy, crazier than she already was. she began to throw stuff at you and matt, mostly him, so you two quickly hurried to leave.

"how's your book?" he tries to make small talk, "you finished with it?"

"no, not yet. I just don't feel like reading." you say, putting the book back into your backpack.

you lean against the window. the ruins of the city, people with nothing screaming and the wilderness overtaking rather quickly, you saw it all before drifting to sleep.

-

your throat burned and you feel groggy. your entire body is in discomfort. it's finally too much to bear and you wake up.

"hey!" you hear matt's voice. "come one, get up. We're here,"

you groan and sit up straight to see an old school. the pillars were falling apart and green ivy covered them.

"come one kiddo, get up," matt speaks again.

you pick up your backpack and your blanket that was at your feet and get out of the car. you see matt come up from behind you carrying few heavy bags. he gives you a smile and signals you to follow him. you two walk to the front gate where an older woman which you didn't notice stands. matt bends down to hug her. she pats his back while they greet each other with 'hellos' and 'welcomes'.

you stand behind matt awkwardly, shifting your legs while him and the old woman talk. matt finally notices you and introduces you.

"Ruby," matt talks while gesturing towards you, "this is the general's daughter."

ruby's eyes light up and her smile widens.

"oh ho, this is her?" she says in a weak and shaky voice, "oh hello darling. you're father was a great man!"

you force a nod as well as a half-assed smile to yet another compliment given to your dad. you swear these people knew more about your dad than you did and for that, you'd never forgive him.

matt asks if you two could come in and ruby jolts up and apologizes for not asking sooner. She leads the way to the main hall gathering all the people present. Matt places your stuff next to a wooden table and goes to greet everyone. you stay behind with Ruby who just has the fattest smile on her old face while watching the guys. you remain quiet as few older men, around matt's age, show up and shower matt in hugs.

was it just you or was this taking eternity? one after another, more men came and this never seemed to end. ruby seems to notice your boredom and tries to talk to you.

"y'know," she begins, "you were like this small when I first saw you," she says, lowering her hand to her knees. "now look at you, you've gotten so big!"

you force another smile and just hum.

"a little too big," you heard snickers from behind ruby where a group of teen boys stand. you found it ironic how the ones who laughed the loudest weren't that different from you.

you pay them no mind. Ruby turns around to probably tell them to shut up.

"ignore them honey, you know how boys are-"

"ugh." you side eye ruby telling her to shut up. you walk up to matt who is talking to a blonde man. you pull at his sleeve and he looks down at you.

you give him an annoyed look but he puts one hand on your back and pushes you forward.

"this is her," he shows you off to his friends.

"the general's daughter!" the blonde man exclaims. "you brought the general's daughter!" he looks at matt who nods with a soft grin.

"I have a fucking name," you enunciate each word irritated, making sure they knew how you felt about that title.

the man looks a little taken back but he smiles faintly. Matt clutches your shoulder telling you to hold your tongue.

"sorry fellas, she's just tired from the long drive," he looks down at you with a threatening smile, "isn't that right?"

"yes. sir." the annoyance in your voice still lingers as you glare at him. he gives you a hard squeeze before letting you go. you roll your eyes and look down the carpet as you ignore the blonde man's apology. ruby jumps in to fill the silence.

"how about I show you your rooms," she rushes to matt, grabs her arm and takes him down the other hallway.

you were about to follow him but matt grabs your elbow pushing you in front of him forcefully. you whine silently and look up at him, whispering for him to let go. he says nothing back but just looks at you with a stern expression and a unwavering gaze. you sense a hint of menace lurking beneath his surface so you say nothing, averting your gaze as he tightens his grip. you three walk to the end of the hallway and go down the stairs through a large red wooden door. the three of you walk through the courtyard which looks horrible. there was no greenery, just dead yellow grass that's overgrown and some dead ivy. you and matt remain silent while ruby talks in her weak voice, informing the both of you about the school.

you finally reach your supposed room that was present behind the building of the small courtyard. ruby opens the door and gestures you two to go in. matt nods with a thankful grin which quickly fades as he looks at you, pushing you in before him.

you quietly let out a yelp and pull your arm away from his grasps. you turn your attention to the room in which you now stand. there are a few old wooden desks in one of the corners and two bunk beds on both side of the walls. the only light source in that room was a the large window right in front of you which was broken. you rub your foot against the floor of the room and there is a clear separation of the wood flooring and the gray dust pile. matt and ruby discuss something while you look around the room. the door closes and you turn to see matt, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips resting in a little frown.

"what was that?" he asks walking up to you.

"what was what?" you shrug, glancing away.

"listen," he begins.

"ugh." you groan in annoyance because you knew he was going to start another one of his scolding sessions where he tries to act like your dad.

"no, look. at. me." he spits out, his tone filled with venom. you gaze up at him, locking eyes with him only for a few seconds before glancing back at the floor, your arms crossed.

"I need you to behave." he starts, "these people are giving us a home, okay? you can't keep acting like this."

"whatever," you roll your eyes and turn around, beginning to tear up but it's not quiet noticeable yet.

"stop this," he pauses for a moment, "this, princess act."

"princess act?" you snap around, "you never let me do anything!" you pause for a second, "I was just standing up for myself. I hate that old fucking lady and those fucking dudes just standing there.

matt sighs.

"that is no excuse to disrespect them. you just met them. you need to learn some discipline and start behaving like an adult."

"are you even listening to me!?" you shout at him. "this is so- ugh!" you walk away from him, frustrated and sit down on one of the beds.

matt felt disappointed and frustrated himself. he tries to say something but is interrupted by a knock on the door.

"one second," he yells and turns his attention to you. "just stay here and think of an apology for Dave. I'll be right back."

you groan, "I'm not doing shit."

matt doesn't say anything and opens the door. you hear ruby ask if everything is okay to which matt just hums while nodding. ruby asks matt if he was ready to see his room. you are a little taken back by that question since you thought that he'd be in the same room as you but after giving it some thought, you accepted it.

ruby leaves and before matt follows her, he says something to you.

"I'll be back to check on you," he stops briefly, "and if anyone bothers you, come talk to me."

and with that he closes the door, leaving you in silence as tears rolled down your cheeks.

pt 1

#chubby reader #reader x dilf male #reader x male #eventual smut #light angst #body shaming #comfort #zombies #post apocalyptic #fem reader

[krabkrab-wontshutup]

Just gonna stick the script im working on for an mcd rewrite here. its very long, almost 1200 words, so be warned!!

[Aphmau wobbles through the forest, and we see her in front of the entrance to a village, though its a little ways away. it’s in bad condition — but so is she. She’s bleeding from a wound on her side.]

APHMAU

Just… a little—

[she falls to the ground and passes out.]

[some time goes by, and two shadows are suddenly over her.]

GUARD ONE (garroth)

Zenix, what did you do?

ZENIX

Nothing, sir Garroth! I swear, I just found her like this!!

GARROTH

She doesn’t seem like a threat… but —

[Garroth kneels at her side, and carefully turns her on her back]

She’s wounded, but breathing. And she looks exhausted, she must have been walking for a while. Give me your cape.

ZENIX

What?? No, I just got this-

[Garroth rips the cape off Zenix’s back]

GARROTH

It wasn’t a request. I’m going to bandage her up. Carry her.

ZENIX

Wait, we’re taking her? to the village?!

GARROTH

We’re not leaving a defenseless girl to fend for herself in the wild!

ZENIX

You have got to be kidding me-

[Garroth glares daggers at his apprentice. Zenix’s eyes glimmer red.]

-Listen. With all due respect, Sir Garroth, Please;

hear me out. We're bringing an outsider into the village. With everything going on, do you think the people are going to keep listening to you? They're already blaming you for the death of our lord.

[Garroth stands up, looking like he’s about to smack Zenix in the face.]

GARROTH

There was NOTHING I could do abou-

[Zenix flinches]

(sigh)

…I did everything I could. The least I can do now is ensure that nobody else dies.

[Garroth walks towards the forest, before looking back at Zenix, who is kneeling down to pick up the defenseless girl]

GARROTH

We will talk more about the village situation later. Right now let's get this maiden to safety. Now, let's move.

ZENIX(whisper)

i hope you know what you’re doing, sir Garroth

[A pan-over of the very small, worn down village.]

CAPTION

The small, peaceful village of Phoenix Drop had recently lost its lord in a terrible fire. After that, many villagers moved out. The village still held strong without a lord, however.

Well, somewhat strong.

[Aphmau lays in a bed, her wounds bandaged properly now. as her eyes open, two people converse at the foot of her bed]

GARROTH

What I mean to say is, Thank you for still trusting me, Donna.

[He clasps his hand together. the woman he’s speaking to glances at Aphmau, noticing her eyes are open, and sighs.]

DONNA

Garroth, the people are losing faith in you.

GARROTH(not a whisper, but quiet)

I know.

DONNA

This village cannot exist without a proper ruler, so unless you yourself want to become the Lord-

GARROTH

I don’t want that!

…I’m sorry. Can you care for her for now?

[Donna smiles]

DONNA

My pleasure.

[Garroth exits, and Donna sits down next to the bed.]

He’s gone now. Come on, sit up.

[Aphmau slowly sits up, and makes eye contact with Donna for a moment.]

You ain't gotta be afraid of me. I'm probably less intimidating than a big ol' man in armor holding a giant sword. What's your name?

APHMAU

…

DONNA(insisting)

Where are you from?

…Cat got your tongue?

APHMAU

I-

I don’t want to talk about it.

[this startles Donna for a second. She stands up, and fetches aphmau a bowl of soup]

DONNA

…Alright. You know, It's not important you remember who you are. Well, at least not in this day and age.

Hell, it's all about the name you make up for yourself, you know?

Eat up, there's plenty more.

[Aphmau carefully takes a sip of the soup. Her eyes light up, and she eats happily.]

I ran away from my momma's house some time ago to become a merchant. Only moved here a few months ago.

Heck if I'm lookin' back on the past! So, my opinion? No need for one!

APHMAU

…My name is Aphmau. Aphmau… Eostre.

DONNA

(chuckle)

It’s a start. I’m Donna.

[The two shake hands.]

Your eyes… Are you from Fu’kui?

APHMAU

No, but my mother was.

DONNA

Interesting. You know, I'm not as worldly but a good friend of mine who is.. is in town right now for a bit. I was gonna go talk to him anyway, but if you wanna come with me you can. you need some fresh air?

[Outside, Aphmau notices the dead fields]

APHMAU

The crops are barren…

Why is that?

DONNA

‘s a long story. But basically, this town is dying.. Heck, lots’a towns are. Merchants say rumor has it things ain't been right with the world lately. That's not my concern. Ain't a guard or Lord to give two bull corns about it.

APHMAU

…Lord?

DONNA

Glue of any village. Person who keeps things together with their guards. In fact, the Lord of this village recently died.. most people you talk to here will probably be leaving soon.

APHMAU

Oh…

[They enter the village square.]

DONNA

Visher!

VISHER

Donna! Good to see you!

[She rushes over and they hug.]

VISHER

So is this the village you settle?

DONNA

(laughs) Not a chance!

VISHER

I heard everything going on from this lad here.

[He gestures to a young man in a suit of armor, with dyed blue leather straps, and a blue cape]

DONNA

Hey, Brian. Sorry your dad's drunk again.

BRIAN

At least sir Dale is only an idiot when he drinks.

DONNA

Well look at you, calling your dad 'sir'! You're gonna make a fine full-fledged guard someday Brian.

BRIAN

Th-Thank you, m'lady.

DONNA

oh! Visher! Take a look at my friend here. She’s new ‘round town, and I was hoping you could give her some advice about the world and all that.

VISHER

Donna, why you asking me when I'm simply a merchant? Don't this village have a decently known librarian you can ask?

DONNA

Oh right, the crazy one obsessed with the matron.. Heh. Gosh, it slipped my mind..! Mostly because she's a bit-

VISHER

AH- D-Donna! there are children about!

[He gestures again to Brian, who crosses his arms.]

BRIAN

I'm 16!

VISHER

Oh. ..Then uh, eat your vegetable more, kid. Trust me. But Donna, really, what advice can I give a girl who I don’t know?

DONNA

Well, that’s just the thing, I hardly know her either. She ain't talkin’ about her past.

(whisper) I think somethin’ bad happened to her.

VISHER

Oh no, come here poor girl..!

[He hugs Aphmau tightly, even lifting her off the ground for a moment.]

Hm… You need new clothes! Your shirt is all torn- (laughs) Wait here, sweetie. Uncle Visher will grab you the best garb I have.

[He goes through his wares and presents Aphmau with a change of clothes, which she puts on.]

DONNA

Wow, Visher! You don’t even give me clothes for free.

VISHER

I would never hear the end of it from my wife if I did not help a lady in need.

DONNA

(laughs) Merida is a good woman.

#some of the dialogue is taken directly from diaries rebirth #but not all of it because my aphmau doesnt have those markings and also didn’t spawn from the ground. #my writing #long post #writing #writer #aphmau #aphmau rewrite #minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries rewrite #diaries rebirth #mcd #mcd rewrite

[whiteskullofroses]

Hello,

Loved your Baldwin IV of Jerusalem x Physician!Reader. Can you please write one for Simon Ghost Riley x Doctor!Reader 🙏.

Where the two have been catching the same train for 1 year now for work, in the city. But they never talk but acknowledge each other with a smile & nod.  Until a fight broke out between 2 men which one of them ended up being stabbed & doctor (reader) comes to the rescue with Simon assisting her and is amazed at her competence, assertive & calmness. 

Thank you so much<3

Enjoy:

SIMON GHOST RILEY x Doctor!reader

Warnings: foul language, blood, fighting.

The cold breeze, which fall drew upon the city, kissed your cheeks as you arrived at the train station. There was nobody there beside you and your thoughts. They ranged from your anxiety of the train being late again and that resulting into you being late for work which wouldn't pay off today, to 'will I see him again?'

In four hours you'd be operating on a patient with a brain tumor, a lot of your energy and patience will be required to complete it successfully. You were confident in your skills. Thats what's truly important for a doctor to have. Confidence.

Luckily, the train arrived at exactly 8.25am. Stepping on and grabbing a newspaper to have the time run faster. The train was a second away from passing on to the next station when the masked man finally boarded on.

You moved the paper from covering your face and leered your eyes to his as he sat down and looked up at you. You smiled, he nodded.

Though the two of you have been exchanging friendly gestures for the past year, neither of you ever spoke up. That was usually because there was no time to chat, the train ride to where you got off lasted about 10 minutes, whilst his lasted 5.

When there was a rare occasion like this one, where you didn't have to stay up all night to read papers of different illnesses your patience have been diagnosed with, which were so long you had to complete some reading on the ride, you very introvertently waited for him to reach out.

"YOU BITCH YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME HUH?"

The train was usually packed with people heading out to run their errands but today there was only you, the man with the mask and 2 others.

Both of your heads turned to the drunk and the construction worker.

The drunk guy with a red, stained shirt appeared to be the aggressor when the other tried to calm him down:

"Sir, please sit back down."

That sentence sent the red one over the edge: "SIT DOWN? YOU'LL SEE ME 'SIT DOWN' "

The beer bottle he was drinking from was now broken to pieces as he smashed it on the floor.

You glanced back to the one sitting opposite to you. He was watching them with a death stare. It wasn't until he stood up and ran to the scene that you realised something really horrible went down.

The military man grabbed the drunk and pushed him away from the poor construction worker who appeared to be bleeding.

You ran over as fast as you could and held the hurt ones shoulder: "Were you stabbed?"

The worker was panting, clearly panicking and in pain. "YES!" He shouted out and leaned back on his seat. "Where were you stabbed, sir? In situations like this, you of course knew how to react. Panicking was out of the question, especially when the one hurt is in distress himself. Pointing to his left arm you looked through the ripping of his shirt and noticed it was a pretty deep cut. "Alright sir, please hold your right hand on the wound and apply as much pressure you can."

The army guy was still holding the drunks arms behind his back: "LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Watch your mouth." Those were the first words you heard him speak. His voice sounded raspy and deep, like a true military man's would.

He watched you with respect. How calm you were and how you managed to somewhat calm the worker down too.

You pulled a shirt out of your bag and tied it around the wound. "This is so you don't lose any more blood"you explained:"I'm dr. Y/L/N, I'll get you to the hospital with me."

The worker gazed at you with pure gratitude: "Thank.. Thank you so so much!"

Simon's eyes never left you, you were just so magnetic to him. Your skills, your assertiveness. It stuck to him like glue.

The train stopped, the doors opened and Simon threw the guy out. Stumbling to the ground and groaning, he was gone for good.

You looked up at Simon and thanked him.

"No problem. What needs to be done needs to be done."

The doors closed and the train moved forward. The next stop was Simon's. You didn't waste any time, stepping out of your shell, standing up and introducing yourself: "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Simon. You can also call me Ghost."

You nodded and went back down to the workers level to check on his wound.

"It doesn't look that bad." Commenting and soothing the hurt one as the train stopped once again.

"See you."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

THE END.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty

[jaxteller87]

Aftermath II(big papa 12)

Amber POV

After my outburst, I hastily threw some essentials into a bag and made my way to my parents’ old place. I knew I’d probably just earned myself a permanent ban from the clubhouse with what I’d done. Hell, I don’t even think Gemma’s pulled off the stunt I just did.

Outside, I waited, my nerves frayed, but nobody came out. I couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing— or a bad thing. I nonchalantly looked through a small gap in the door, and I could make out a few members— Jax and Clay weren’t among them. Not wanting to test the waters any further than I already did, I went back home and waited for whatever came next.

The first thing I did when I got back was roll a joint. I was stressed to the max, not only over what had just happened but also everything that led up to this moment of me blowing my top. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts trailed, making it almost impossible to roll a respectable joint, but I managed— even if half of it ended up on my lap. I no sooner sparked it up until I heard the familiar rumble of that old pickup truck turning the corner, announcing Jax’s arrival. I took a few drags as he pulled into the driveway; I’m sure he could see me. He fiddled with something on the passenger seat before he finally got out. He handed me a shake; his expression was surprisingly calm. 

“Hey, darlin’.”

“Peach! Thank you,” I coughed, taking the offering and handing him the shittiest joint I had ever rolled and he had probably ever seen.

“So, uh—” he took a slight drag and handed it back, “That was quite the show back there, huh?”

Then, the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down my face as I poured out apologies. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt so powerless! I didn’t know what to do, but I had to do something.”

“Calm down, babe,” Jax didn’t hesitate; he scooped me up and settled me in his lap. “Shh, it’s alright, my love. I understand,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered emotions. “I think Clay finally realized just how scared you’ve been all this time.”

“I can’t... lose you,” I sobbed, clinging to him desperately. “Without you, I’d truly be alone.”

“I know,” Jax replied, his thumb brushing away my tears before they could fall. “And you won’t. I promise.”

Between sobs, I managed a weak attempt at humor. “So, am I banned from SAMCRO now?”

Jax chuckled, “Actually, no. You got a standing ovation, believe it or not. But more importantly, you got through to him.”

“Clay? I did?” I stopped crying suspiciously quickly. It probably made it seem like I was faking, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. In my head, I ran a hundred scenarios, but none of them ended with me getting through to Club President.

“Yeah, you did. Sometimes, it takes someone from the outside to make the old man see reason,” Jax mused, leaning in to kiss my forehead. I returned the gesture with a grateful smile. His hand slid down to give my butt a playful squeeze, eliciting a giggle from me.

“I love you, big papa,” I whispered.

“I love you too, darlin’,” Jax kissed my forehead, “But…”

“But?” I reared back, almost expecting him to say something crazy like he didn’t want to be with me anymore.

“But— you really can’t go bustin’ into church like that. Gemma’s been around since the First Nine, and she wouldn’t even pull a stunt like that.”

“So, you’re mad?” I puffed out my bottom lip.

“Not at all. You did what you felt was needed, and if I’m being honest, it was most definitely needed. You just fortified what half the room was thinkin’ anyway. But there are ways— traditions, so to speak, regarding how to approach these types of situations.”

“I got it, babe,” I smiled, “I hear you loud and clear— Don’t do it again.”

“Perfect,” he kissed me on the lips. “You got through to the old man, but he had to get a small win, so I told him I’d talk to you about your actions.”

“Oh,” I chuckled, “So, that’s what that was? Just now?”

Jax grinned back at me, “Exactly.”

“I’m pretty high right now,” I admitted, slurping down my milkshake.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I repeated, “I think the munchies are coming on.”

“I figured you might say that,” Jax sat me back in my chair and walked to the truck. When he returned, he had a to-go bag with a burger and fries inside. “Tell me I don’t know my sweetheart.”

“If we weren’t already married, I’d propose to you right now,” I joked, taking the bag and digging in. Afterward, I felt a thousand better. We went inside, put on a movie, and for the first time in a long time— I felt relaxed. There I was, nestled in Jax’s arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, as we always had. For in the brotherhood of SAMCRO and in the love we shared, there was strength enough to conquer even the darkest of days.

#jax teller fluff #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc

[ichayalovesyou]

(Re)Discovering A Strange New Spock: “Charlie ‘X’” (1x02)

Previous Episode: The Man Trap

Next: The Naked Time

A meta anthology where I re-examine TOS, especially Spock, in light of the new information Discovery & Strange New Worlds has revealed about him to us.

Onto the analysis!

Thasian Debate & Everybody’s Got Daddy Issues and Nobody Wants To Talk About It!

This conversation has a lot of layers to it, and it gives me a chance to talk about McCoy and Kirk’s backstories as well as Spock’s! Every single one of these men has issues when it comes to being/having a father.

Both Bones and Kirk are divorced with a child. McCoy is allowed to be in touch with his daughter Joanna, Jim is respecting Carol’s wishes of staying out of his son David’s life. While Spock has daddy issues cubed between Sarek being an absolutely abysmal father. Christopher Pike aka “human dad” having given up his well-being to save Spock, which Spock is aware of and allowed to happen. Which runs parallel to Bones losing his own father by adhering to his wishes as well.

There are two conversations happening at the same time in that scene that, with this context in mind, are not totally separated from each other. The topic of who is going to act as Charlie’s guide/father figure while he’s aboard the Enterprise, and the topic of whether Thasians are still around.

Kirk tries to shunt that duty to Bones, chances are they’ve known each other long enough that Jim knows about Joanna, that Bones is already a father. However, Bones refers to Kirk as a strong father image, which could imply he doesn’t see himself that way. Jim however, wants nothing to do with it, possibly because of his own pain regarding David. What Spock does during this part of the conversation is VERY interesting.

If you want the boring interpretation he’s only waiting for his turn to talk but I really don’t think that is what’s happening. Spock’s facial journey and what he doesn’t say participates in this scene as much as the words exchanged between Jim & Bones do.

He looks at Bones, immediately looks down in contemplation, then he looks at Jim and looks even more uncomfortable. No comment, avoiding eye contact, definitely no volunteering himself for handling Charlie. Nimoy/Spock tends to do this subtle thing whenever Spock is deliberately trying to hold back an emotion, he purses his lips. THEN Spock changes the subject to talk about the Thasians more. I don’t know whether anybody had officially decided Spock had daddy issues at this point, but damn if this conversation doesn’t lend credence to that truth.

Now, we know Spock’s arguement is of course very logical and makes a lot more sense than what Bones wants to believe. Bones wants to believe that Charlie was able to make it on his own, perhaps because he hopes Joanna is doing alright on her own without him.

Spock on the other hand, however logical and correct, wants to believe that Charlie wasn’t alone. As he knows very well what feeling totally isolated is like, out of compassion it’s likely he hoped Charlie did not endure that same suffering. “Doctor, are you speaking scientifically or emotionally?” For Spock, logic and emotion are still treated as separate and opposite in his mind, when in reality, he needs both to make good judgements.

Spock & Uhura (Vol.2)

Despite their previous emotionally charged exchange in The Man Trap. The scene in the mess hall shows us that despite how the two of them have changed and grown over the years, they’re still friends. When she’s caught humming to Spock tuning his lyre, he actually smiles and proceeds to indulge her. Almost as though it wasn’t the first (and canonically not the last) time they’ve performed together.

She then of course weaves a song about a devilishly handsome heartbreaker who is obviously supposed to be Spock. He doesn’t stop playing even though he’s visibly like “alright, alright I get it 🙄😒😏” as she gets the teasing out of her system. Even if she’s never met/seen T’Pring she’s seen the effect he has on Chapel and I’m sure others (maybe even herself) and is poking at his general inability to handle it.

She doesn’t continue harping on it though, she then changes her target to Charlie. The lyrics she chooses and the way she winks at Janice suggests she might be trying to warn her. She’s a reasonable person and I strongly doubt she’s shipping the 17 year old with her coworker. Whether Spock is aware that is the ulterior motive of her lyrics is unclear. Regardless, they’re obviously confused and concerned for each other when (unbeknownst to them) Charlie cuts them off.

Spock & Jim’s Relationship Evolving Under Charlie’s Duress

Something tells me Spock was tipped off by the events in the mess hall that Charlie was more than he seemed. Perhaps subconsciously he picked up on Charlie’s advanced telepathic/telekinetic abilities through his own Vulcan abilities.

Yet again though Spock is not one who goes off of gut instincts, though it is no way his fault. The confirmation he needed lay in the destruction of the Antares. In the melted chess pieces after he comes face to face with Charlie personally. (Fun fact: Pike served on the Antares a couple assignments prior to captaining the Enterprise!)

Spock is reluctant to be compassionate regarding Charlie after the Antares destruction. Jim is still willing to try and reach out to Charlie despite everything, whether Spock finds that admirable or illogical, he trusts him. Spock knows full well that Jim has a talent for reaching unreachable people, as he’s begun to experience that first hand. The third act of this episode is also the first time that he and Bones are on the same page, United in the goal to protect Jim.

The confrontation with Charlie in Janice’s quarters evolves Spock’s relationship with Jim even further. It is the first time Jim puts himself between not the crew, but Spock specifically and immediate danger. Spock cannot intervene because the injury Charlie inflicted prevents him from doing so.

It is also the first time Jim openly admits to needing Spock, perhaps to anybody “You need me to run the ship and I need him.” I wonder if anyone has admitted to/told him he was needed like that since Chris left. Much to grapple with indeed.

#(re)discovering a strange new spock #star trek #star trek tos #star trek strange new worlds #star trek discovery #star trek the original series #tos 1x02 #Charlie x #Spock #s’chn t’gai spock #Sarek #captain pike #nyota uhura #lieutenant uhura #leonard bones mccoy #dr leonard mccoy #James kirk #Jim kirk #Captain Kirk #spirk #k/s #Star Trek meta #meta analysis #meta #lar trek

[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers [AO3 Link] Explicit: Teen Tags: Fluff and Light Angst, Goodbyes Summary: 

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Steve blurts out. I wish I wasn’t losing you again. I wish you didn’t have to do this.

“It’s for the best, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. I have to.

For @flufftober Day 21: “Kiss for Good Luck” For @stuckybingo​ N1: “Long Distance”

“I don’t know if I’m worth all this,” Bucky says again, the worry etched in every line of his face.

“Buck,” Steve sighs with a firm hand on his shoulder. “What’d I say?”

“Please, allow me to make up for my… misdeeds earlier,” T’Challa insists, with a kind smile.

Bucky shrugs it off, uncomfortable with the thought of owing the King anything, feeling like he deserved what happened in Bucharest.

“Really, we appreciate this,” Steve answers for him, shaking T’Challa’s hand while Bucky looks out the floor-to-ceiling glass window at the city beneath them. He’s already made up his mind, despite Steve trying to dissuade him. Now, he just wants to enjoy his last few moments.

“It will take some time to prepare the chamber,” T’Challa informs him, as if reading his mind. “If you would like to explore the city, you are welcome to do so. Ayo or Okoye can accompany you.” He nods to his royal guard.

Steve looks at Bucky, and must see the longing in his face. “That’d be great,” he agrees softly.

“Thank you,” Bucky says finally, lifting his head to look T’Challa in the eyes out of respect. He’s rewarded with a small smile and nod. The king then looks to his Dora Milaje and gestures with his head.

A slender woman steps forward, her head bald and expression stony with seriousness.

“Ayo can show you around, but you are free to wander if you wish, she will simply follow to ensure you do not get lost. We’ll see you shortly.”

With another polite nod that both Steve and Bucky return, he turns to leave the room. Ayo, spear in hand, stands at the ready.

“Shall we?” Steve asks, a forced smile on his face, feeling the impending end of their time together.

—

Bucky doesn’t even have words for how stunning the Golden City is – its people are bustling about, the air filled with chatter and heavenly aromas that Bucky’s never encountered. It feels… warm. Safe.

It’s almost jarring how different it is for him. Not six hours ago, he’d nearly lost his life and considered himself lucky enough to lose only the arm. Before that, he’d been on the run, alone and without much optimism. His life then had only promised a bleak future of hiding and constantly moving around in the shadows.

Here? Now?

He feels life in the streets, all around him.

Down one path he sees a man and woman laughing over something, joyous expressions that are highlighted by the sun overhead.

His skin feels warm, kissed by the rays of sun that peak out behind the towering buildings. If he closes his eyes, the wind catches the ends of his hair, flapping it gently in the breeze. The language is new to him, one that isn’t in his repertoire, and it sounds like an unfamiliar, but beautiful, melody.

It brings him close to tears.

“You alright, Buck?” Steve asks, obviously concerned at watching Bucky’s reaction.

Bucky nods, but can’t put into words what he feels. So, he simply holds Steve’s hand and squeezes, hoping that it conveys what he's thinking.

“It sure is beautiful,” Steve murmurs, as if agreeing. It’s close enough, so Bucky nods again, and Ayo keeps a smile to herself, her chest puffing with pride for her nation.

They take their time meandering the streets, turning in any direction that calls to them, whatever smells and colours catch their attention. Ayo follows some yards behind to give them some privacy, which Bucky is immensely grateful for. Nobody bats an eyelash at the two of them, displaced by their battered looks and plainclothes, walking hand in hand. Bucky inhales all the scents that waft down the street, but knows better than to try and eat anything before going into cryo.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Steve blurts out. I wish I wasn’t losing you again. I wish you didn’t have to do this.

“It’s for the best, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. I have to.

“Not for me,” Steve whispers sadly. It’s killing me to say goodbye.

“Don’t,” Bucky sighs. Me too.

It always ends this way, the fear of goodbyes lingering over their head causing their conversations to come to a screeching halt and end up back in a pit of gloom, the words that they don’t say being heard louder than the ones they do.

“C’mon, you got things to do. Tell me.” Bucky tries to change the subject to spare them.

Steve just shakes his head and shrugs, exhaling loudly. The burden sits heavily on his shoulders, Bucky can see it in the way Steve holds himself.

“I guess the first thing I gotta do is sort out what happens with them,” Steve says with that fiercely determined look that Bucky knows well.

Bucky nods encouragingly. “Tell them that I… I’m grateful for what they did. Even if it wasn’t for me. Still feels like it was my fault… They didn’t deserve that.”

“They did it because they knew it was right, Buck.” Steve’s voice is even stronger this time.

By the time the sun sets, and the goodbyes are impending, neither of them can really look each other in the eye for fear of breaking that fragile state of not crying.

“You sure about this?” Steve asks one more time – a desperate attempt, a futile hope that Bucky will change his mind.

“I can't trust my own mind,” Bucky responds. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.”

Steve doesn’t want to argue about it. Again. He just swallows and takes a deep breath in, like he isn’t crumbling on the inside.

“Remember when I shipped out to England?” Bucky asks quietly, looking up at him.

Steve commits this look to memory – it’s the softest that Steve has seen him since they found him in Bucharest. “Yeah. Of course.”

It doesn’t take long for him to catch onto what Bucky is getting at. He steps into Bucky’s space, between his legs, just like he had done decades ago.

“I’ll be seein’ you,” Bucky says, exactly as he’d done that night.

“Kiss for good luck,” Steve murmurs back before he meets Bucky halfway. Their lips press together for a brief, beautiful moment, where Steve is whole once more. When they have to pull away, Steve swears the colours around them dim again, like the world is a shade less bright without Bucky.

It’s possibly one of the worst feelings he’s ever endured, watching Bucky step into the cryo chamber. Sure, the Wakandans have made theirs less terrifying, but it doesn’t stop Steve’s skin from crawling.

Bucky leans back and lets himself be strapped in, and Steve will never forget the hissing noise the chamber makes as it takes Bucky from him.

Again.

How many times will he lose Bucky? He steps to the window, to cling to some semblance of that warmth and liveliness they experienced down there in the streets, but it doesn’t come.

T’Challa comes to him, but doesn’t say anything, just to be a steady presence.

After a moment, Steve remembers his manners. “Thank you for this.”

“Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…” T’Challa trails off, his point made.

Steve wants to say that Bucky is so much more than just a friend, but he supposes it doesn’t make a difference right now. Not when Bucky’s under ice and he’s a fugitive.

“You know, if they find out he's here, they'll come for him,” Steve says instead.

T'Challa looks out at his city and with the calm, collected poise Steve admires so greatly, he actually smiles a bit. “Let them try.”

The confidence does wonders for Steve, like a promise to protect Bucky, or a bet that he’ll never be found here. Either way, he’s grateful. He knows he has to get his team back to where they belong, so he says his final goodbyes and thanks, and stops at Bucky’s tank before they wheel him away.

He’ll carry Bucky with him when he leaves, he’ll carry Bucky with him always. No matter the time, however long it may be, no matter the distance, however far away.

Bucky looks so serene, despite the bruising and cut on his cheek. Eyes closed and face slack, he simply looks to be sleeping — peacefully, at that. Steve lifts his hand to the glass, wishing he could — trying to promise — praying that Bucky will —

There’s so much to say and yet nothing at all.

“You’re safe now,” he whispers. It’s the only solace he can offer, but he’s not sure if it’s for Bucky or for himself.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #stevebucky fanfiction #stevebucky #steve/bucky #fluffttober #stucky bingo round 4 #my works #light angst #flufftober2022

[managician-tls]

Basketball at Dusk - Confrontation 3 (9/10)

The final part of this chapter made me cry a little... I had so much trouble picking what screenshots to use! botaasu are such a sweet senpai-kouhai pair.

Featured characters: Botan, Asuka, Himari, Renren

Location: Gym

Botan: 150 to 0.

After the 150th point, I haven't kept proper track of the score.

It might be good to wrap things up here. The sun seems to be setting down, too.

Asuka: No, n-not yet! Just a little more, I've almost got it!

Botan: You're just bluffing.

I think you've tried your best, Momochi-san. However, it's important to know when to give up, too.

If you push yourself any further, you're going to get hurt.

Asuka: I don't care about that!

I'm here to stop you from quitting, Komacchi-senpai, that's all there's to it!

There's nobody else to do it... Nobody but me!

That's why, if I give up here... I'll be a disgrace, to both myself and the rest of the club members!

Botan: I see. But the passage of time is cruel, you see?

The sun has set already. It'll become dark soon.

This'll be the last play of the match.

Asuka: I won't give up until the end...

I look up to you, Komacchi-senpai, so I don't want you to leave.

Until the very end, I'll fight with all I've got!

Botan: I see. Okay, then. Since this is the end, Momochi-san — my last shot will be a farewell gift, from me to you.

Asuka: A farewell gift? No, this is no farewell!

From here on, I still wanna play basketball with you, Komacchi-senpai!

Botan: Too bad.

I'll be throwing the shot from here.

Asuka: T-This is...

Botan: Yes. With its high trajectory... It's a three-point shot that nobody can reach.

Sorry. Even though you're playing seriously...

Momochi-san, you won't be able to lay a single finger on the ball.

Because this shot will go in.

Asuka: We don't know that it will! We won't know until the end!

I say the shot will not go in!

I'll get under the goal and pick up the rebound! And so, I'll win!

Botan: You're wasting effort.

Even if you keep chasing and chasing after me... There's a gap beyond belief that you won't be able to bridge.

That gap — it's what people call "talent".

Asuka: N— No way...

Botan: The shot went in.

Sorry, Momochi-san.

It seems I might be loved by God himself, just a little.

Asuka: ...I lost. Losing feels this frustrating, huh.

...I'll put the ball we used away.

Himari: Mochimochi, Komatsu Botan, hol' up just a seeec!

Botan: ...What is it?

Himari: Take a good look outside the gym!

The sun hasn't gone down yet!

Don't you see it? At the foot of the mountain, there's the sunset, shining radiantly!

It's not gone yeeeettt!

Renren: Momochi-san, you did it, le ♪ With your strong will to not give up, you managed to seize an upset victory, le ♪

Asuka: F-For real...!?

Botan: ...I see. So, it's my loss?

Congrats. Momocchi.

Are you alright, fallen down on the floor like that? Want me to lend you a hand?

Asuka: Yeah... Just a little is fine, so...

I want you to hug me, Komacchi-senpai... Just for a little while.

Botan: Mm. I got you. Is it fine like this?

Asuka: Ah... Yes. Looks like I've used up all my strength...

I'm still inexperienced, huh... But, I'm happy.

Maybe it's because I'm relaxed now... But I'm kinda, growing... sleepy...

Botan: ...She fell asleep.

Everyone, I'm sorry for making you keep us company.

But, for the first time in a while, I really had fun.

Himari: ...? Hey, could it be that you...?

You lost on purpo... mmghn!? H-Hey! Don't go covering my mouth as you please!

Botan: Hm? I don't know what you're talking about... ♪

There's just one thing to say... I lost to Momocchi's passion when I was meant to lose, that's all.

So, to show my respect towards Momochi-san, it might be nice to call her "Momocchi", just for now ♪

Himari: ...I agree. Have a good look at Mochimochi's happy, sleeping face.

What tried to steal it away — it was none other than your own foolishness.

Botan: Mhm.

Himari: Well then, Lackey-kun and Ryusenji Renren. You two head home first, got it?

If you stay here much longer, you'll make that nagging Disciplinary Committee president angry at you.

Renren: That's right, de~ It's not good to get in the way of a master and her disciple, de ♪

Botan: Mm. Leave the rest to me.

...What a cute sleeping face, hm?

If you show me such a smile, I won't be able to go through with quitting anything at all.

No, that's not it. I won't say I'll quit, not anymore.

Since it seems Momocchi still needs me here.

Geez. You're one troublesome junior, aren't you, Momocchi?

...Thank you.

◀ Chapter 8 • all • Epilogue ▶

#engirls #engirls translation #botan komatsu #asuka momochi #himari tsurumi #renren ryusenji #*engirls: sub story #*engirls-writer: kino seitaro #*engirls-sub: basketball at dusk #*date: 2023 #can we talk about. can we talk about th #not to be cryign about my own tl but oh my god. these girls

[jjamjamm]

Trying Something New

Masterlist | Domestic Oneshots Masterlist

Wordcount: 806

Summary: You introduce Nori to a new activity.

Part 2

Nori was at a complete loss for why you had brought him out to walk around the mountain. When he tried to get any insight into what was happening, you just shushed him and shuffled along, trying not to trip on the blanket that was wrapped around you.

“You look like an old woman.” He teased, “Would you care to impart some of your wisdom?”

You shot daggers at him with a glance, “Keep it up, just know that if you do, you won’t get a turn.”

“Doing what?” He asked, hoping he could get the answer out of you now.

“Perfect.” You declared, stopping at the top of the stairs. Out before you was a vast and empty hallway, followed by a bridge to a second set of stairs, “This will do just fine.”

You pulled the blanket off of your shoulders, laid it on the floor and looked up at your husband, “I need you to do something.”

Once you explained your plan, he did his best to comply, finding out that it actually looked pretty fun. He grabbed the top of the blanket, while you sat on the other end, and raced along the floor, dragging you along like a child, laughing the entire time.

After going back and forth a few times, he set down his edge and sat, “My turn?”

“Fine, I guess that’s fair.” You agreed, taking your turn to tug him along. Eventually, you both collapsed on the blanket, laughing at how ridiculous you probably looked to anyone else.

“I should probably tell you.” You spoke up, “Fili and Kili will be here to race us, I kind of cheated by getting you to practice.”

He perked up at the idea of a competition and once the boys arrived, you were ready to beat them.

“Alright, so, decide who’s pulling and we can get started.” You announced, watching Kili take a seat on the blanket, and you copied, “The only rule of blanket drag racing is to not fall, well, and be careful by the edges.”

“Ready to win, brother?” Fili asked, taunting Nori as you and Kili began the countdown.

As soon as they could, Fili and Nori took off, leaving you and Kili gripping the blanket to avoid falling off. When Fili got ahead of Nori for a moment, Kili threw both of his hands in the air to celebrate, and the blanket was pulled right out from underneath him. That disqualified the brothers, making you and Nori the champions of it all.

While the two of you celebrated, dancing and teasing the boys a bit, Dwalin cleared his throat down where you had all started.

“Just what is going on here?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest, “Is this how princes should act? Or for that matter, grown dwarrow?”

“So, she’s off the hook?” Nori asked, thrusting his thumb your way and throwing you under the bus, “It was all her idea.”

You slapped his arm, “Jerk.”

“I can see one way to rectify this whole situation.” Nori tried to recover, “You race us. You win, tell Thorin, do whatever it is you want. If we win, nobody gets in trouble.”

He accepted, going to pick up the edge of the blanket as Nori had been, but your husband had other ideas.

“Oh no, you’re the passenger.” He said, “Both the boys will drag you along.”

“They’ll lose on purpose.” Dwalin argued.

“Which is why, you only report us if we lose.” Nori said, “The boys are off the hook.”

“What?” You asked, “Nori, come on.”

“Trust me.” He whispered, “What do you say?”

He accepted, swapping places with Kili as everyone got ready to race.

After counting down, Nori raced the princes, going faster than he had either time before. The boys started lagging behind, and Dwalin barked out for them to go faster. Not only were they uncoordinated with one another, but with the added weight, they couldn’t keep up.

As you and Nori crossed the invisible finish line, you cheered at the victory, “Take that Dwalin!”

“You cheated.” He said to Nori, “I want a redo.”

“How in the world could I have cheated?” Nori asked, “Besides, no redos. No respectable grown dwarrow will go around behaving in such a manner. Good day Mister Dwalin.”

With that, the two of you headed down the stairs, the balled-up blanket in your husband’s arms. When you were nearly back home, you ran into the king. He looked at the out of breath, disheveled messes you both were, and the balled-up blanket and shook his head.

“I don’t want to know.” He said, letting you two pass without further argument. It was only later, when he saw his nephews and Dwalin just as disheveled that he put it together, “What did they do this time?”

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