#ive sent this to so many people it takes up at least 40% of my brain right now

[torbek]

Holy Moly

#ive sent this to so many people it takes up at least 40% of my brain right now #anyways i like drawing him like a strange rodent. best way to draw goblins #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #gricko grimgrin #art

[charmed-asylum]

PROMPT THE BREAKS Prompt List: (starter kit)

Remember you can choose as many as you want or even pick from other places just remember to add on to your story and tell me.

1. "Come over here and make me."

2. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

3. "| almost lost you.?

4. “Wanna bet?"

5. "Don't you ever do that again!"

6. "Kiss me.?"

7. "It could be worse.?

8. *Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..

9. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

10. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

11. "Just once."

12. "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

13. "If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed."

14. "You heard me. Take. It. Off.?

15. "You fainted.…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes.

16. "You did all of this for me?"

17. "| swear it was an accident."

18. "YOU DID WHAT?!"

19. “If you die, I'm gonna kill you.”

20. "It's hard to get used to.. «what is?" "Being someone that someone cares for.."

21. "The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned."

22. "It hurts..." "What?" «Loving someone who doesn't love you..

23. "Let me do this, please."

24. you're not as funny as you think you are

28. I'm just getting comfy

29. just because you can doesn't mean you should

33. you are such a nerd

34. why are you so cold?

35. stop laughing at me

37. you're ticklish

38. can we go home yet?

39. you are a terrible influence

40. one of us is clearly smarter than the other

41. you need some sleep

42. how have you survived this long by yourself?

43. are you just quoting song lyrics?

44. sleep is for the weak

45. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

46. "What? I have never-"

47. "I do not have an answer for you.

48. "In my defense, I really wanted to."

49. "At least I didn't break any laws."

50. "What did you do this time?"

51. "How do we get out?

52. "I don't hate you."

53. "Don't call me that."

54. "Just marry me already."

55. "Did I stutter?"

56. "Did I just say that out loud?'

57. "H-How long have you been standing there?"

58. "I've never felt this way before and I'm terrified to be honest.?

59. "Is that what you call an apology?"

60. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

61. "There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person."

62. "I'm never leaving.../ promise."

63. "Uh, am I interrupting?"

64. " like you, like like you like you"

65. "Stop being a fucking prick.

66. "Do you want me to stay?"

67. "You're my everything."

68. "I love seeing you smile."

69. "i've been thinking about you all day.?

70. " i can't get enough of you.

71. « like being close to you. you're warm."

72. I’ m not wearing any underwear. thought you'd like to know."

73. "this is a one time thing."

74. "you know where to find me."

75. "you're really good at that.

76. "don't be shy now, sit on my face."

77. "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

78. "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

79. "Don't go on that date." "Why?" «You know why." "Say it."

80. "i think i might be in some kind of love with you?

81. "say you want me, and i'm yours." "you need a place to stay for the night"

82. "i want to taste you"

83. " love it when you talk dirty

84. "if you interrupt me one more time- so help me god'

85. "if we weren't in public right now i'd have my head between your legs"

86. " don't know what to do" "then let me teach you"

87. "this feels dirty" "that's because it is"

88. “don't cover you're face, i want to see you"

89. "are you sure about this?"

90. "ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn".

91. "do you want help with that?"

92. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name"

93. “bend over the desk love"

94. "is that a drawing of me?"

95. “i didn't mean to say that but yeah, i love you."

96. "you weren't supposed to hear that!"

97. "this isn't adrenaline, i want to spend my life with You “

98. "do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

99. "I'm not going anywhere"

100. "fuck you. - "when?"

101. "no one's ever made me feel like this."

102. here, let me help you."

103. "we're quite literally fugitives of the state." -"so no pizza?

104. "you're insane." - "people keep telling me that."

105. "you're pretty." - "you're drunk."

106. "i'll keep you safe."

107. "i'll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you."

108. didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."

109. "Touch yourself for me.?

110. "Shut up and take your pants off.

111. "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?"

112. "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

113. "How are you this perfect?

114. "I've waited so long for this!"

115. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

116. "Tell me what you want."

117. "Could he make you feel as good as i do?"

118. "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

119. "Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.

120. "I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet."

121. "Were you just masturbating?" "U-uh.no, I was just." "Want some help?"

122. "I really want to kiss you right now." "Then do it."

123. "I don't care what you do just fuck me."

124. "Stop distracting me."

125. "I saw you last night..you looked beautiful."

126. "God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?"

127. "I don't wanna hurt you, baby"

128. "You think that I'm watching you? Don't flatter yourself..."

129. "This world doesn't deserve an angel like you."

130. "I think they might be a problem. Don't worry, love, I'll take care of them for you."

131. "I'Il do whatever it takes if it means we'll be together forever, my sweet."

132. "You will do what I ask."

133. "If you just do what you're fucking told then we wouldn't have a problem, would we?"

134. "Where's that smile I'm looking for, sugar?"

135. "So…do you want your underwear back?"

136. "Sweetheart, I have to mark you. How else is everyone gonna know you're mine?"

137. "You've been so good lately, my pet. Don't make me have to punish you.

138. "I fucking need you more than I need to breath."

139. "If you leave me, I'll die!"

140. "I know you liked them, sweetie, but they were keeping you away from me."

141. "You're mine, do you understand? You belong to me”

142. "Cry for me, baby."

143. "I know it hurts, honey, but that's what happens when you don't do what I say.?

144. "I just want to show you how much I love you..

145. "Don't worry, my love, I'll protect you."

146. "The next time they touch what's mine, I'll cut their fucking arm off."

147. "You're so cute when you're struggling."

148. "If you don't take your clothes off, I'll take them off for you.

149. "Just give into me, love."

150. "I'll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?"

151. "I wish you would just let me have you..

152. "I just want us to be happy. I had to kill them."

153. "'I do whatever the fuck I want to you, got it?"

154. "Is it so hard to love me?"

155. "I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much.."

156. "You know you're mine, don't you?"

157. "Do you really think you can get away from me?"

158. "You know you're mine, don't you?"

159. "Do you really think you can get away from me?"

160. “l know everything about you, darling, and you're so perfect."

161. "I'm madly in love with you.?

162. "You're all I ever think about."

163. "If you don't kiss me, I'll slit your fucking throat."

164. "You're such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby."

165. "Tell me how much you love me."

166. "I'll carve my name into your back if that's what I have to do to let you know you're mine."

167. "Why're you crying? Aren't you happy to be with me?

168. "I'Il kiss away the pain, doll."

169. "I'm sorry, honey, but you made me jealous. They had to die."

170. "Do you think I like hurting you? Because I fucking love it.'

171. "You don't even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don't act so ungrateful.

172. "It's okay to love me. Please love me."

173. "I could fucking kill you right now, you know that?"

174. "Don't test me, darling."

175. "You think I'm jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven't even seen jealousy."

176. "I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds."

177. "I imagined my life without you and it was better. I was happier"

178. "I knew you were capable of this, but I never thought vou were

179. capable of doing this to me.

180. "It was never me. It was always them/her/him."

181. "I don't love you anymore, goodbye"

182. "Stick a knife in my chest, it would hurt less."

183. "Don't say that. That's not what I want."

184. "You're not who I thought you were."

185. "Leaving you will hurt, but staying with you is more painful."

186. "People change."

187. "I look at you and I don't feel anything anymore."

188. "I can't carry on like this."

189. "Just because you're angry, it doesn't give you the right to be cruel."

190. "I can't trust you anymore."

191. "You left like I was never a reason to stav"

192. "You have to forgive me" "I can't"

193. "If I could go back in time and change loving you, I would"

194. "You've ruined my life."

195. "I know you're trying, but it's just not enough."

196. "You'll forget about me, just like I'll forget about you."

197. "You're a fucking idiot!" "Yeah, I know."

198. "You've hurt me for the last time."

199. "'m tired of fighting."

200. a pretty little house-pet who just follows you around all day and cries when you have to leave

201. “JUST LOVE ME! LOVE ME IN THE WAY I LOVE YOU OBSESS OVER ME! CALL ME PERFECT! LOVE ME ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS!”

202. "You look really good in my clothes"

203. "This reminded me of you"

204. "Your hands are warm"

205. "I just want to relax in your arms"

206. "Let's go home" "I'm already home"

207. "Make a wish!"

208. "I could just stare at you forever" "Creep"

209. "I'm so lucky to know you"

210. "You're the most beautiful being on the earth"

211. "Hold me"

212. "You smell amazing"

213. "I wish you could see the way I see you"

214. "What are you doing?" "I was trying to make pancakes but it didn't exactly work”

216. "This isn't just a(n) [object], it's a promise"

217. "Sing to me again"

218. "Come back to bed"

219. "You're the only person I want to spend my life with"

220. .. sorry, I talked too much" «No no no not at all. Keep talking"

221. "Oh my god you never told me you could cook"

222. "Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!"

223. "Come on. I'll show you how to dance"

224. "I can't believe I never heard you sing before"

225. "I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies"

226. "Let's go and look at the stars"

227. "Is that... is that a dog?"

228. "I'm gonna need someone to kiss at midnight"

229. "I can't stop thinking about you"

230. "Get on my shoulders, you'll see better"

231. "Is be a great parent, I'm just saying"

232. *Fogs up mirror and writes a message*

233. "I never thought I could miss someone this much"

234. "Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you"

235. "You're breathtaking"

236. "You're my new pillow"

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[dystopia-fantasy]

Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

[deiliamedlini]

WIP Wednesday

I wrote this last night and really don’t know where I’m going with it because I wrote another section of this that’s completely different from this first part, but I’m having too much fun so this might become a long oneshot or like a two/three chapter short fic eventually. I signed into my Guild Wars account for the first time in forever to watch the chat and apparently Lion’s Arch isn’t as interesting as it used to be. Not that any of that is really relevant. 

This is Zelda and the Champions as internet friends playing a MMORPG video game called Hyrule Warriors. 

~

Zelda Harkinian loved Fridays. Not that it was a rare thing to be obsessed with the weekend, but she maybe loved it a little too much. After a week of lesson plans, and cleaning the classrooms, and sneezing students, and emails asking for an extension on a paper that wasn’t even due yet, she relished the escape the weekend provided. Granted, she still had to grade about a hundred tests, but that was a problem for Sunday or even Monday.

Smiling down at her roommate, a kitten she’d raised when she found it in the street all alone, Zelda fed her girl—whom she’d named Duchess because she had every intent of treating her like royalty—and played with her for a bit before throwing down her bag in her room and then grabbed a water and a granola bar before heading to her desk. She flipped her laptop open and booting up Hyrule Warriors, her favorite open world MMORPG.

Her internet sucked, so she grabbed her phone to aimlessly scroll to see if there was any news or updates. But it was pretty dull.

Instead, she thought back to how this whole weekend ritual began.

She’d been in a cavern just off of Death Mountain for about three days killing fire keese, lizalfos, and beamos. As a mage, her AOE skills made short work of the larger groups, hitting them all at once. It was especially useful here because her main specialties were water and light, but she struggled when boss fights came out. The NPCs weren’t great teammates, and she constantly found herself resurrecting far from the boss, only to make a long run with a health penalty that ended with her getting killed again, until her heath penalty was maxed out and she had to restart for any hope of succeeding. As a mage, her light armor made her vulnerable to physical attacks, and this boss was very physical.

Zelda didn’t like interacting with people in this game. It was massively popular, and the chat was always running. Sometimes, she’d just sit at an outpost and watch people talk. Her favorite interactions were often the random ones. She’d begun to look up the acronyms everyone used in chat just to understand them better. WTS= want to sell.

Indigo2421: WTS: Guardian Short Sword 4k rupees

Indigo2421WTS: Guardian Short Sword 4k rupees

Indigo2421WTS: Guardian Short Sword 4k rupees

Britneigh4Horses: WTS My mother. 1 rupee. Will pay postage fee.

But after her days of suffering in the lonely caverns in Death Mountain, she relented.

A quick search had her hands shaking, but she typed quickly so she couldn’t back out after she’d hit enter.

xPrincessZx: LFG Dodongo’s Cavern

Holding her breath, she’d waited in the hopes of a private message being sent to her.

One did.

(PM): ThunderstruckQueen: What missin are doing there?

(PM): ThunderstruckQueen: Mission*

(PM): xPrincessZx: I have to kill the Dodongo boss for the main story

ThunderstruckQueen would like to join your party.

Biting her nails, she’d accepted.

(PM): RockRoast12345: Still need someone?

(PM): xPrincessZx: Yes! That would be great! Thanks!

RockRoast12345 would like to join your party.

That had been how it started: A goron warrior with a Warhammer and some serious defensive moves joined as the tank to take as much damage for the team as he could stand, and a Gerudo Paladin had joined her party. Zelda was jealous of the purchase-only red hairstyle the Gerudo had for her character. She had a sword and shield, but her body flickered with elemental lightening magic. In-game purchase effects.

They’d defeated Dodongo with ease, and had gone on several missions together that day, taking down their storylines with relative ease. But they couldn’t function with the NPC healer who barely functioned at all.

So, ThunderstruckQueen had taken to the map chat and put out a request.

ThunderstruckQueen: I found someone. She’s a Zora Cleric. Level 40

RockRoast12345: Let her in! I want to get this one over with

Rutella Zoran IV would like to join your party.

After that, the four of them realized they worked so well together that they’d formed a guild. The Champions. ThunderstruckQueen paid the guild fee, bought a hall, and began decorating it with merchants, and chests. Zelda still shuddered, wondering what she did to have so many rupees ready to go. Needless to say, she made herself the leader.

Some days, they didn’t play together. Other times, only two of them were on. But on weekends, they all came together.

But it had been a Monday when Zelda played, and she’d been alone. Having already tossed her tissue box across her room in frustration, she debated making a new character with more defense, but she sucked it up and went into the Castle Town map, ready to ask for help. She couldn’t wait until she could get to be a higher level. As it was, she’d only gotten to these level 40 areas as a 32 because of Rutella.

Suddenly, a random Hylian man in green with a fancy sword and shield ran up to her and bowed. Zelda scoffed at her computer screen, unsure if she was supposed to respond.

She didn’t need to.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: Hey Princess

(PM): xPrincessZx: Hello?

(PM): WildKnightOut2: Jst wondering if u have a spare flower crown from yesterday’s festival. Missed it. Will pay

Zelda pulled up her inventory, forgetting she was still wearing her flower crown from the Flower Fest. It must have been what tipped him off. In fact, she had four spares.

(PM): zPrincessZx:  Yeah, I do. Come to the chest and I’ll trade.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: Thx

She’d never done a trade with anyone who wasn’t in her guild, so she’d felt nervous running to grab it.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: How much u want?

(PM): xPrincessZx: Actually, I’ll give it to you free if you’re willing to help me with a quest? Or 10k.

WildKnightOut2 would like to join your party.

She accepted and watched his character appear in the corner of her screen.

WildKnightOut2: That’s a rip off, btw. Crowns are with 15k at least. Don’t undersell

xPrincessZx: Thanks. I didn’t realize. I’m still kind of new.

WildKnightOut2: Howd u get out here then?

xPrincessZx: I had a run from a friend in my guild.

WildKnightOut2: Got room for a warrior in there?

Zelda introduced him to the other Champions when they’d signed back on, and after a few weeks, Zelda had leveled up enough that she didn’t need to constantly rely on a teammate. But still. She liked Wild the best after ThunderstruckQueen.

They’d brought in a Rito Ranger named TheBestYouveNeverMet, which immediately set Wild off.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: should I aggro a group over so he has to fight them for us?

(PM): xPrincessZx: No! Don’t do that! I’ll get sent over to deal with them!

(PM): xPrincessZx: HEY! I SEE YOU ON THE MAP!

(PM): xPrincessZx: WILD GET BACK TO THE GROUP

On the mini-map, she saw a hoard of red coming at them and rolled her eyes before joining TheBest to kill them with area attacks. Rutella stayed back to heal them, but Thunder and Rock both continued on, unfazed.

ThunderstruckQueen: Wild you’re an idiot

But that was then. This was now.

They’d been together for months as a guild, and now, the six of them knew how the others worked.

If Wild or TheBest took off on their own, no one would follow. They’d both been killed numerous times in an attempt to piss the other off. Zelda had learned to stay with Thunder and Rock. Rutella flitted between running back to revive the idiots, or sticking with the smarter members while letting them heal on their own.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: u wound me

Zelda chuckled, but he wasn’t done.

(PM): WildKnightOut2: After all ive done for u

(PM): WildKnightOut2: u leave me to die

(PM): xPrincessZx: Don’t run off next time

It was a Wednesday when she and Wild were playing alone, so they freely used party chat for ease. She’d surpassed his level, and towered as a 93 while he was an 87.

WildKnightOut2: Hang on. Fuzzball wants food

Zelda stared at his character on her screen, wondering if he looked anything like that avatar. Blonde hair, muscular, piercing blue eyes. She’d made her character look like herself, so it wasn’t hard to imagine others had. Plus, he was the only Hylian. She highly doubted that RockRoast12345 was actually a giant rock-man, or that Rutella Zoran IV was a short fish lady.

She knew everything about these people except their names, faces, and voices.

She knew that ThunderstruckQueen was a single mother who called her daughter Ri on chat. She was a chief of police, and had a few hundred of her force to look out for. Still, she wanted to quit soon to join the military reserve forces now that her daughter was getting older. Devoted and loyal, Thunder occasionally snapped when everyone would start fighting with each other, though it was usually directed at TheBest and Wild, the annoyance sometimes extended out to others.

She knew that RockRoast12345 was older than all of them and had a young grandson. He’d bonded with Thunder over their children at first, and then, without meaning to, they became the parents of the group. Recently, Rock had retired from working as a supervisor in a mine, and gaming had become his way of relieving some of that boredom. But he told the best stories when they were idling around, just stories about anything, and they were always captivating. Also, he was afraid of dogs.

She knew that Rutella Zoran IV was the daughter of a politician. She cared for her little brother like he was her own, and sometimes, he took control of her character, proudly revealing that his real name was Sidon. She was in school to be a doctor, and that made her family prouder than anything. She lived and breathed for her family.

TheBestYouveNeverMet was a pilot. His schedule was the most hectic out of everyone’s because of the flights, but he was sarcastic to the core, and sometimes, the sarcasm was simply rude and definitely didn’t translate well over chat. He was superior, and since he’d been playing the game longest, he thought it entitled him to make more decisions. But Zelda knew from her private conversations with him that deep down, he was sweet and caring. He’d always be the first to ask her how her day was, and he’d learned some of her students’ names to ask if they’d been nuisances.

But Zelda spent the most time talking to WildKnightOut2, so she knew the most about him. At first, they’d bonded over the fact that they both had cats. His was called Fuzzball, an orange, fat cat that needed to exercise more. He’d tried to leash him, but Fuzz wasn’t interested. Sometimes, Fuzz would crawl over the keys, send Wild running, and send chat a long stream of letters.

He was funny and made comments in her private chat while they were playing that had her roaring at times.

He was a rock-climbing instructor and in his free time, he was a free solo climber. When she’d looked it up, she’d been horrified to see that he basically climbed mountains without a harness or ropes, and a fall could kill him. She’d asked if he was good at it, or just did it for fun, and his answer had been an ambiguous “yes.”

She knew about his family. He didn’t live near them, but he kept in contact with his grandparents, his father, and his little sister.

WildKnightOut2: k back. Where we going princess?

xPrincessZx: I need to farm for new armor out in the Haunted Wasteland. Do you need to do anything?

WildKnightOut2: I need to help u farm in the haunted wasteland. What do you need?

xPrincessZx: 10 Rubies

WildKnightOut2: damn ok I have 2 u can have so u only need 8

xPrincessZx: Thanks. How’d that party go last night?

WildKnightOut2: Sucked

xPrincessZx: Cool details

WildKnightOut2: If ud been there, ud have hated it

xPrincessZx: Why?

WildKnightOut2: Bunch of self-absorbed idiots. Like TheBest is

xPrincessZx: Lol. He’s not that bad.

WildKnightOut2: if u say so

They headed into the Wasteland looking for red poes that had rare drops for rubies. She and Wild took out a few groups before they started to struggle. Neither could play and talk at the same time fast enough to warn the other that something was happening, and they both ended up at the shrine of resurrection more times than they cared to admit.

xPrincessZx: Hey Wild. This might sound weird, but do you have that gaming app where we could just maybe voice chat?

xPrincessZx: Unless you’re not comfortable with that. We can invite the others, and when we play together, and it would probably make life a thousand times easier

xPrincessZx: But it’s okay if you don’t want to

WildKnightOut2: yeah I have it

Oh, Zelda thought to herself. That was easy.

xPrincessZx: Do you want to add me? I have the same name

She watched her phone like it was food in the microwave, only occasionally glancing at her computer to see if Wild had sent her another message. She drummed her fingers and her leg started to bounce until her screen lit up.

WildKnight has sent you a friend request.

She hastily hit accept and grabbed her headphones from the drawer before typing into her phone.

xPrincessZx: Your name is missing a few things here.

WildKnight: Yeah HW already had someone with this name so I added on

xPrincessZx: The meaning completely changes

WildKnight: which do you like better?

Zelda froze, unable to make her fingers type. Was he flirting? Was that how people flirted online? She was really good at reading body language cues, and that was always how she knew someone was flirting. But this? There was no context! How was she supposed to know?

xPrincessZx: Which fits your personality more?

That was a safe way of getting out of answering while still sounding maybe like she was flirting. Right?

WildKnight: this one

Zelda’s face warmed up and she put her head in her hands, unsure how to respond. How does she respond to that? What if he wasn’t flirting? What if he was.

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Anonymous asked: Your cool literary takes on James Bond made me want to ask you this. I have to wear a tuxedo for a special occasion, can you give me some advice? I would welcome some style pointers from you as I respect your refined taste. What are your thoughts on men wearing the tuxedo? I think it’s a dying tradition because here in the US, where the tux was invented, it has all but disappeared as the choice of evening wear for any social events. Great blog posts but I only wish you would post more.

Thank you for your kind words about my most recent posts on Ian Fleming’s James Bond and also generally liking what I post. I too wish I could post more but unfortunately my time is taken up with the reality of work and other things even during these tough times of the Covid pandemic. But when I get a moment to myself I do enjoy posting as a way to detox from the pressures of work. I appreciate your continued support.

I got this question before Christmas so the thought had occurred to me that you were asking because you had a decision to make over the festive period. If so, I am sorry for tardy lateness of my response. But I trust what little advice I can give will help you in the future. 

I always remember the maxim by the fashion designer, Tom Ford, who said, “Dressing well is a form of good manners.”

To me, for a man to wear black tie (or tuxedo) is the height of good manners. It used to be the case that every gentleman had one and it was perhaps the first suit to pack into a suitcase. Perhaps one of the few times I was ever envious of my older brothers as men was accompanying them with my father the first time they went to get fitted for a bespoke black tie at Henry Poole & Co - the Savile Row tailors that had been the regular choice of my grandfather and father for their clothing attire. Although both siblings later gravitated to other Savile Row bespoke tailors as they got older, that first Henry Poole black tie lasted them for a long time. The whole ritual around taking measurements took on a hushed sacred tone of a liturgy. Looking back it felt like a rite of passage for them as they passed from boyhood to adulthood.

The choice of wearing a tuxedo epitomises the desire - among people of means and social standing - to be fresh, clean and as attractive as possible when meeting on evening social events and attending high spirits affairs. This tradition was maintained also with the beginning of the use of the automobile, when there was no practical justification.

Before the Second World War, tuxedos and tails were still considered the only appropriate clothing for all the elegant social evenings. However, after the war, the traditional suit, or the work suit, began to be accepted more on informal evening and daytime occasions, and so the use of the tuxedo was limited to just formal evening gatherings only.

The tuxedo was completely remade in disco's image by the 1970s. A young, revolutionary generation looked at the conservative styling of the tuxedo and threw out nearly everything, keeping only the vague silhouette. Huge, floppy bow ties, colourful patterned jackets, shirts with ruffles and lace, and trousers that looked more like bell-bottoms became much more prevalent. The typical tuxedo in the '70s usually had at least two of these elements, if not all of them.

By the 1980s, a return to classic styling had thankfully re-emerged and tuxedos started looking more conservative.

By the late 2000s, as dress codes became diluted and misunderstood, formal-wear took another hit. Business-casual was the predominate dress code of the workplace and shiny black suits with matching ties had nearly supplanted traditional black-tie. Coloured dress shirts also began to trend in this era.  Those who continued to wear traditional black-tie made it as simple as possible to match the casual aesthetic that a new generation preferred.

These days I think more and more young men are adopting the black-tie styles of the '30s and '40s. Midnight blue tuxedos have even made a comeback. I think high quality period dramas like "Mad Men" are at least part of the reason for the shift, with men growing nostalgic for a bygone era of neater, more crisp look.  

People forget, as often as they do, that the original purpose of this elegant clothing was to replace the suit worn all day, allowing men to leave behind the dirt and smell of a day spent on horseback, not to bring it around the dining table.

These days the emphasis on informality has made it easier to make excuses for men (and women) to dress down to a street level of casual indifference (laziness) that I find aesthetically displeasing.

Moreover I find it a tad disrespectful to the sense of occasion and also an unkind ingratitude to the efforts made by the host or hostess in organising such an event. For those who think wearing black tie is a sign of social superiority, then respectfully they have not understood its true purpose. In following the dress code, it is in effect a sign of respect towards your fellow guests, as it has been put in place to ensure attendees are on the same level.

The origin of the tuxedo is a controversial subject of conversation in some circles. I know in the US it’s common to assume the tux was invented there but many have pointed out it was in England that its origins lie. Some fashion historians trace it back to the 17th Century as a tailless ‘smoking jacket’. In England during the 17th century, after dinner the gentlemen might put on a smoking jacket and retreat to a den or smoking room. Indeed in the beginning it was believed that the purpose of the ’smoking jacket’ ensured that their evening coat would not be burned by ashes nor absorb the smell of tobacco which the women found distasteful.

However these days there remain two theories about the first ever proper tuxedo that we would recognise today. In the first theory the tuxedo was invented by Pierre Lorillard IV of New York City according to one school of thought. Pierre Lorillard's family were wealthy tobacco magnates who owned country property in Tuxedo Park, just outside of New York City. At a formal ball, held at the Tuxedo Club in October 1886, the young Lorillard wore a new style of formal wear for men that he designed himself. He named his tailless black jacket the tuxedo after Tuxedo Park. The tuxedo caught on and became fashionable as formal wear for men.

The second theory, according to English clothing historian James Laver, has it that the idea of wearing black for evening wear was first introduced by the 19th Century British writer, Edward Bulwer-Lyttonn who wrote in 1828 that "people must be very distinguished to look well in black." It was only until later in the century that a village resident of Tuxedo Park, New York, James Brown Potter vacationed in England in the summer of 1886. Potter and his wife, Cora were introduced to the Prince of Wales {who later became King Edward VII} at a court ball in London. Potter asked the Prince for advice on formal dress. The Prince sent Potter to his own Saville Row tailor, Henry Poole & Co. Potter was fitted with a short black jacket and black tie that was unlike the formal tails with white tie that was worn in the United States for formal occasions.

The new tailless formal wear was said to have been designed by the Prince of Wales. It was Edward VII who in 1865 commissioned to his tailor Henry Poole to create a short blue evening jacket (midnight blue), to be used for informal evenings in his country estate of Sandringham. The Prince and his tailor drew inspiration from the British military uniforms of the time, which used short jackets with black ties.

This is where the two origins meet. James Brown Potter took the design back to the Tuxedo Club, where Pierre Lorillard modified it, named it, and made it popular during the Autumn ball. And so from that blessed bespoke collaboration between the Prince and Henry Poole & Co was born the ancestor of what everyone call today as tuxedos, the English ‘dinner jacket’ and the Americans ‘tuxedo’ - because of its original word spread starting from the homonymous village of Tuxedo Park.

Whatever the exact truth of its origin, black tie remains the evening attire par excellence. I’m flattered that anyone should ask me for style tips, especially regarding grooming and clothing for men.

I like to think that the true purpose of a man wearing black tie was to help the man show the humility to be an unassuming gentleman in effortlessly blending into the background so that his female companion could shine more by his side. A man in black tie was a gentleman who stood steadfastly there with an outstretched arm to make women feel more beautiful, but also to reassure them that all is right in the world.

If you get the opportunity to wear black tie then do please take it. The fact that you desire to wear one is already a great choice that makes you stand out from the loud bling-bling hoi polloi. But please don’t confuse wearing a black tie with snobbery. It isn’t, it’s just good manners. Manners maketh man as they say and so it’s not something one is born with but can only be learned. And don’t confuse fashion for style. The two are very different. Fashion is what you copy from others and style is what you express about yourself. Don’t conform to the passing fancies of the day (the loud, the garish, the attention seeking), or as Coco Chanel put it, ‘elegance is refusal’.

Always remember that style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.  

In theory, the elegance of the tuxedo stems from its simplicity - it’s an ultimate classic, the one outfit one doesn’t mess around with. In practice, many men find the rules governing this suit and its accoutrements to be annoyingly complex and complexly annoying.

My basic rule for men is ‘kiss’ - Keep It Simple, Stupid. 

Rule 1: Buy, don’t rent

It’s better if the black tie that you have is yours, and not rented. For one thing it’s a question of comfortability. You’ll be comfortable in your skin if you’re more comfortable in a suit that actually fits. Secondly, a rental doesn’t mean it’s good quality. The fabric is an important consideration.

In an ideal world you should get a bespoke tailored black tie made - ideally from any of the excellent tailors on Savile Row. But not all tailors are equal. Henry Poole & Co would be the traditional choice. I know for my older brothers they prefer Gieves & Hawkes and Huntsman because they have a more military draped cut, traditional but not stuffy.

In the long run it’s a once in a lifetime worthy investment if you take in consideration the cost of each potential rental along with how many times you would be wearing one throughout the coming years.

But I understand for many that may be an impossible proposition. The next best thing is to get a less expensive ‘made-to-measure’ black tie which is an increasing and welcome avenue for men to still have a suit or black tie made to fit them.

I would hesitate recommending buying off the peg because many high street brands have a rather relaxed attitude to tailoring and quality. If you must buy off the peg or rent then make sure the fabric is wool.

Rule 2: Black or Midnight blue and no other colour

Your black tie should be, to state the obvious, black. Not only is it the correct choice, it is the stylish choice. You can never go wrong with black. But if you’re feeling a tad adventurous go with Midnight blue. Midnight blue, being blacker than black, is not merely an exception to the rule but an exceptional choice for shimmering with distinction under the moonlight.

But what about white dinner jacket so beloved of James Bond or Indiana Jones? Yes, quite.

Traditionally, white was worn in place of a traditional black suit to deflect heat. This made it the perfect alternative for black-tie events that were held in the afternoon, during the Summer or at sea. The white jacket variation of black tie began was adopted in the early 1930s as a way for well-heeled vacationers to dress formally in the tropical heat without having to endure the heavy and dark-coloured fabrics that were standard for evening wear at the time. 

While dinner suits have become much more lightweight since then, the light-coloured jacket has remained a popular warm-weather alternative to its ebony progenitor. However, without a proper understanding of its form and function, the white dinner jacket easily becomes a flashy gimmick.  Subtlety and restraint are the keys to the successful execution of this classic variation.

Avoid other colours like the plague. I do notice from time to time in the shop windows here in Paris (as well as London and elsewhere) that some menswear boutiques display bright coloured dinner jackets.

Usually it’s the Italians (like Canali and Brunello Cucinelli who give in to their worst Italian impulses to show off their peacock flair) and others who really should know better (yes, the wine red velvet dinner jacket is very fetching but it belongs by log side fire, a cigar, and a cognac, so thank you Tom Ford). I even think some of them look nice and charming but it’s not black tie.

Besides a non-traditional black tie will be much more vulnerable to the whims of passing fashion where as traditional unfussy black tie can give peace of mind that it will never go out of style and thus will last longer.

Rule 3: Put yourself in a straight jacket

The first thing to decide is single or double-breasted and number of buttons. A safe and elegant option is one-button single breast which is both timeless and classical. Two buttons are fine, worn with the lower button undone. Double-breasted styles of any button configuration are also appropriate, but keep in mind that double-breasted jackets add some ‘bulk’ to the body. So take a hard look at your body type before you decide which one best flows off your shoulders. The buttons should be fabric-covered.

Hand in hand with the button style goes the lapel. The classic, formal option is peak lapel. Shawl lapel is somewhat less formal, but perfectly suitable. Shawl has become very popular, especially in slim versions. Notch lapels are frequently seen on off-the-rack tuxedos, but this is a more casual style, which should be reserved for suits. My preference would be to go for the peak lapel but make them sufficiently wide and not too slim.

The jacket was traditionally without vents, to keep seams (i.e. details) to a minimum, but double vents are also acceptable, providing comfort and movement. The pockets should be straight piped (slit without flap) and there should be a breast pocket.

Rule 4: Trousers, brace yourself

The trousers are ideally made without pleats or cuffs, with straight pockets following the side seam, in order to make them less visible. Black tie attire should never be worn with belts, so skip the belt loops. Traditionally one would use suspenders (braces) as it straightens the body shape as well as holds up the trousers. Choose black or white braces in fabric, rather than in leather, or in any case they should be matching the colour of the tuxedo. But I should note that side-fasteners are also a convenient option for some flexibility in the waist. The front closure should be clip-only, avoiding the button. Classically, the trousers will have a satin silk stripe covering the outer side seam on each leg, matching the lapel facing. This is a lovely detail, but nowadays sometimes considered old-fashioned. For this reason alone I would insist on it.

Rule 5: Don’t get shirty

The shirt should be plain white cotton, with a few distinct features. It should always have a ‘bib’ running down to front, which provides starchy stiffness (i.e. a higher level of formality). I’ve seen shirts in which vertical pleats in matching fabric are designed. I think they look plain and boring. Similarly if someone suggests to you a fly-front placket panel that covers the buttons and leaves a clean look then walk away immediately. Both these kind of shirts are for the lazy because they both want to avoid having to deal with those troublesome studs where the buttons would be.

I would advise always make sure your shirt has a starch like ‘bib’ that is attached made up of a textured pique fabric (pin dots), usually called Marcella. They look so much more elegant and classy.

Many would say that collar can be a normal Kent variety or a wing collar, which has little points turned down where the collar wings would be, but otherwise exposing the collar band. I personally think a wing collar is subject to whims of fashion and something best left in a 1920s set movie. Some can wear them very well (see Paul Newman in The Sting) but it depends on the girth of your neck. I think the wing collar can portray a man’s neck in an unflattering way.

I think the normal Kent collar is cleaner and classical, and it will never go out of style. The Duke of Windsor made the Kent collar hugely popular in his prime.

The cuffs should be double (French cuff), to accommodate cufflinks.

Many people also forego the buttons on evening shirts, instead leaving holes where you can attach studs (often matched with the cufflinks). If you are going to do that make sure that they’re mother of pearl studs.

Rule 6: Accessories are in the details

The shirt should not be visible at the waist, which calls for a something covering the gap between trousers and jacket, unless you opted for a double-breasted jacket. Traditionally, this is non-negotiable, but these days you often see people wearing no waist covering. My advice is unless you’re wearing a double breasted black tie (for which there is no need to wear a cummerbund) then always wear a cummerbund with a single breasted black tie.

You either use a cummerbund matching the bow tie (a cummerbund folds upwards, for convenient opera ticket storage) or a waistcoat. Please don’t commit the faux pas of making your cummerbund a colour other than black. Often people match their bow ties to their cummerbunds in garish bright colours which just defeats the object of why one wears black tie in the first place.

For the waistcoat, there are a few style options. Often, black tie waistcoats will have a rounded (horseshoe) cut with shawl lapels but a regular cut waistcoat is also acceptable. The key is to go simple and match the jacket fabric, facing and buttons. The back can be wool or lining, where we’d recommend the latter, to make the ensemble cooler. A stylish fob watch with chain would be a nice little detail that one can drop without telegraphing it loudly.

Consider having a white silk pocket square. You can fold it any way you like, but the so-called straight presidential fold is simple and sharp looking.

Socks must be knee length. Make them black. Again, the principle is one of clean lines and elegance. Disruptions below the trouser leg - stripes, shins, whatever - threaten to ruin the whole effect.

Shoes. Your shoes must always shine. This is one detail many men neglect. The shoes should be black patent leather. My preference would be for high quality Oxfords. I know some purists would insist that only opera pumps walk the one true path, but it is obvious on its face that those precious ribboned things, also called court shoes, are not completely in step with modern life. I know too that bit-toe loafers (thank you Tom Ford) are also more of the modern rage but I find them a little effeminate. So while I don’t see it as a style concession I do think Oxfords shined to a high sheen is the modern and best choice I would opt for a gentleman to go for. To me being comfortable in your shoes is also an equal and valid consideration.

Cufflinks and studs should be simple and classic, luxury metals and mother-of-pearl or onyx insets are nice touches. I know some punt for more personalised cuff links - like their regimental or college or some other institutional affiliation - and there is nothing wrong with that but I am on the fence about this. Generally I would leave that for your day time business suits. Showing off defeats the ethos of wearing the black tie in the first place. 

Rule 7: ‘Sprezzatura’ up your bow tie

‘Sprezzatura’ is a gorgeous Italian word - first appearing in Baldassare Castiglione's The Book of the Courtier in 1528 - that means a disheveled elegance by way of studied carelessness. This perfectly sums up how one should wear the centre piece of the black tie - the bow tie.

Don’t be taken in by the very modern fad - thank you Hollywood and modern music pop stars - of wearing long neck ties (even if they are in black) as part of your black tie attire. Just don’t. It doesn’t matter how swish you may look you still are a prat for not dressing in real black tie.

Plain black silk and entirely self-tied. That’s a real bow tie.

Anyone and his dog can always identify a pre-tied bow tie by the fact that it's just a little too studied. Perfectly straight, perfectly symmetrical, and perfectly balanced. Just like plastic surgery, clip-on bow ties just look too perfect to be real. It is one of the most obvious signs that you're a style amateur.

Avoid pre-tied bow ties (and its ugly sibling the stick-on bow tie) like the plague....unless you’re a child who is unable to tie his own bow tie. But what if you don’t know how to tie a real bow tie? It’s never too late to learn. It’s the same level of difficulty as tying your shoes. If you don’t know ask someone who does know. If you’re buying a bespoke tailored black tie the tailor would most definitely show you how to do it. Easy peasy.

Remember bow ties are supposed to be imperfect and worn. That’s what makes the wearer authentic.

Perfect symmetry is not a goal worth pursuing here. Being an elegant gentleman is.

And that’s it. Those would be my informal rules for any man wanting to be a gentleman wearing black tie for a special occasion.

Thanks for your question.

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Kylo Ren x Male reader

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Request: pretty please Kylo x reader, where Kylo watches as the reader slowly rises from nothing and climbs the ranks of the F.O. At first he’s just a prisoner of war, but he betrays his planet for freedom and a chance to join the infantry. Then from soldier to commander, commander to captain, captain to general etc, until eventually the Reader commands all of the First Order forces (instead of Hux) and has to work alongside Kylo. Reader tries to introduce himself but Kylo says “I know who you are.”

Warnings: Slight angst, slow burn, Kylo being protective, slight innocent reader, fluff.

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Y/n and Hux have both gone to the same academy, going through the same programs and training. The two were very close childhood friends that once they joined the first order the two were forced to avoid each other becuase of the different positions that they have gained, giving them less time to bond with each other. Hux has made it to higher ranking, leaving y/n behind in a lower ranking, it upset him at first but he already saw this coming. He knew that he would struggle through this and would have to find a way to get to a higher ranking like his childhood friend. He didn’t want to be general he wanted to be something more. Making him a very important person that people would actually rely on.

So, he works his ass off.

He becomes an engineer first, making plans with Hux on how they were going to create the New Death Star together, giving them some time to at least bond with each other but y/n knows that it wasn’t enough for Hux to treat him as a friend once again, since he’s become a general he’s sorta become an asshole to everyone, including him.

Their are time when the two would argue on which plans were better but of course Hux always won the argument. Leaving y/n to groan in frustration and head towards the training room where he could blow off some steam, he used one of his new inventions, creating holograms of random facelsss people. Using the holograms to train with them, each time he strikes a person the image would disappear and the system would keep record of his training. It was easy and simple and he was the only one who knew how to use it, he created it himself.

So as he’s training he doesn’t notice the stranger dressed in black watching him train from the doorway. He was to busy fighting off the holograms that when he notices the man, losing focus he’s knocked down by one of the holograms, causing him to grunt and fall on his back. The stranger straightens hismelf, getting ready to jump in and help y/n but the other shouts a command. “Stop training sequence!”

The holograms froze and slowly disappeared as he groans and slowly Stands up, gripping his fighting stick as he glanced over at the stranger. “can I help you?” He asks softly, panting from all of the fighting. The stranger eyes him and makes his way over, he was taller than him which may or may not have frightened him a little bit. “I’ve never seen a trooper train this way before.” He says as y/n raised a brow and tilts his head. “Sorry but I’m not a trooper, I’m actually an engineer here.”

“Then what’s an engineer like you doing inside a training room?”

Y/n fidgets nervously. “Just testing out my new stuff—but if you need the training room then you can have it I’m done for the day.” He insists and makes his way over to the control area, taking his own device as he pockets it and glanced over his shoulder to see the taller one still staring at him.

“Um...—“

“You’re training is impressive, including your inventions.” He says.

Y/n smiles shyly at him and chuckles. “Thanks, not many people seem to appreciate my work.” He mumbles out and grips the fighting stick in his hand. The other notices this and raises a brow. “Ever thought about training troopers?”

“What? Pfft, no way I can barley train myself.” He laughs out but quickly stops as he noticed the other giving him a cold stare. “No, never thought of that.” He simply says.

The other hums at him. “What training sequence were you on?”

Y/n loooks down and twirls the stick around. “Sequence 40.”

“Thats a pretty high level for an engineer, impressive.”

“Thanks...?” He bends down to grab his coat and slip it on, putting his gloves back on as he slicks his hair back. The other could eye him up and down before making his wya out of the room. “Not bad.” He hears him say as he exits the room.

“Wait!” Y/n chases after him, making it outside the training room he spots the stranger once again. “You never told me your name!” He shouts out as the other glances over his shoulder, giving him a grin like smile as he answers him. “Ben, call me Ben.”

The two didn’t see each other again; Y/n had hoped that he worked as an engineer as well but once he looked him up not a single thing about the man came up so he gave up on his ear he and continued on with his tasks. Working on the new Death Star with Hux but of course the council had to call him in, saying that they wanted to speak to him.

The first thing that he felt was fear, thinking that he messed something up and was going to get into some sort of trouble.

Arriving to the council room he is met up with different commanders and generals and at the end of that table sat their number one commander.

Kylo Ren.

Y/n didn’t know much about him but was warned to not anger the man since it’ll come with consequences if he were to get upset. So, y/n made sure to stay clear from him.

“Y/n.” He hears one of the generals say as his gaze snaps away from ren and towards the new voice. “Do you know why we called you here?” He asks as y/n bites his lip and answers honesty. “No, sir.” He makes sure to keep his arms behind his back, standing tall as to show them that he wans’t afraid.

“We got a report from one of our colleagues saying that they’ve seen you training in one of our troopers fighting area.”

“Sir—“

The commander raises a hand to silence him as y/n shuts his mouth and looks down a little as he waits for what’s to come. “They say that your technics are smart and faster, they also mentioned that your tech helped you train faster, is that true?”

Y/n nods in response. “Yes, sir.”

“Very well.”

Everyone that sat on the long table turned their gazes towards Ren, waiting for his instructions as y/n fidgets around nervously as he glanced over to ren. The masked man sits up straight as he speaks out. “We have decided to promote you as commander to our troopers, working alongside with phasma.” His eyes widen at the sudden realization.

“Thank you sir, I am honored but our plans to create a new Death Star aren’t finished yet and I would like to finish those plans before I am removed from my engineering postion.” He says calmly as Ren tilts his head towards Hux who sat a few seats down. “Commander Hux will finish the plans for you.”

Of course he will.

Y/n groans deep down, these were his plans and hux was going to take all of the credit. Sighing deeply he nods at him, “Of course sir.” He says out softly. “Then it is decided, you are to become commander of our troopers, train them well.” And with that y/n was sent away to start his new postion.

His first day was a struggle. Phasma had tried to force him to wear a suit but he refused telling her that he didn’t want to hide behind a mask and that he was only training them, he wasn’t meant to go to the field or to order them around, he is to make sure that they know how to defend themselves.

Using his skills as a technician he created new weapons for the troopers, teaching them how to properly use them and how to learn hand to hand combat when they don’t have a weapon on them. He expected himself to not last a week with the troopers but letting his anger out when training had helped him improve a little, he was so used to being ordered around that now he was the one doing the ordering, fighting his own soldiers as the train them harder.

“If you don’t learn how to use it then you won’t survive.” He hisses at the trooper who was lying on the ground, panting heavily as y/n points the end of his weapon towards the trooper. The weapon contained all electric shock that can knock out any person in less than a few seconds if used properly.

Pulling away his weapon he offers his hand to the trooper who accepts it, helping him up as he shoves him towards the crowd. “Tomorrow morning you are to be sent out on the field, searching for a very important item that our leader is in desperate need for it.” He began to say as he places the weapon into his holster and puts his hands behind his back as he paces around the room, eyeing the troopers.

“What ever you do, don’t hesitate.” He reminds them as he turns to look at phasma who leans off the wall. “Before everyone leaves I have some news.” She says as y/n raises a brow in confusion. “Is it bad?” He asks out of curiosity.

“No need to panic, my little genius.”

Y/n blushes at the nickname and chuckles a little.

“Ive received orders from Kylo ren; he wants you on the field wiht everyone else.”

“Me? But I’m not ever a trooper.”

“No, but you are their commander.”

Y/n bites his lip nervously as he thinks about this, “I—okay.” He finally sighs out as phasma smiles under her helmet and pat his shoulder. “Don’t disappoint me.” She whispers and leaves the room, slowly little by little the troopers began to exit the training room. Leaving y/n all on his own as he thought about this, he was so used to being inside. Doing the inside work as the others did the dirty work, but this was different now. He wasn’t an engineering anymore, he was commander and he was going to be out there.

He was standing inside one of their ships, heading towards Jakku. It was dark and the moons were shining down on the desert planet. Y/n was standing in the back of the ship with Phasma and Ren, he was wearing his own mask since he refused to wheat any of the troopers armor, saying that he’ll make his own outfit that’ll help him move faster during a fight or a raid.

He was wearing all black, having a thin cloth cover his face as he wore dark goggles that covered his eyes. He could still see through them and the suit wasnt as hard to move in.

His staff was strapped around over his shoulder as he fixed his black gloves on.

“Preparing to land...”

Letting out a small sigh he feels the ship shake as it lands onto the ground, the ramp lowering down as the troopers exit the ship and began to raid the village. Y/n steps out and looks around, its been a few years since he’s last been on a planet, he’s been stuck indoors and in outerspace, making plans for the future of the first order that he has totally forgotten what it felt like to be on land again.

“Search the place, burn it down if you have too.” He hears Phasma say as y/n glances at her. “Find me that map.” Said Ren as y/n nods at the command and heads towards the village, he makes sure that all of the troopers have raided the place, pulling out different people and tossing them out of their houses as y/n walks around calmly, already used to this kind of scene.

“Is that everyone?” He asks one of the troopers.

“Yes, sir. No one else was located in the area.”

“Good, go and wait with the others.” The trooper heads off towards the others troopers as y/n gives the place one last glance but before he could leave he sees a hint of movement behind one of the tents, causing him to raise a brow.

He reaches up to click the side of his mask which caused his vision to Change into heat vision, smirking under his mask he spots a figure crouching under the tent as he held a blaster.

Y/n clears his vision and it goes back to normal as he stalks over to the tent, unclipping his staff as he grips it into his hand. Making his way around he sees the man shift in his spot, getting ready to make a run for it. ”Hey.”

The man turns around in panic as y/n swings the end of his staff against the man’s face, knocking him down as he groans in pain. He makes sure to kick away the blaster as he used his foot to roll the man over onto his back. Y/n’s breath hitches as he gets a closer look, “Poe?” He whispers out as the man continues to groan, without hesitation he swings his staff again. Hitting him upside the head as he grabs him by the legs nad drags him back towards their ship.

As he returned he noticed how the place was going into flames as Ren stood by the ship, he immediately spots y/n and began to make his way towards him. Y/n drops Poe in front of Ren and clips his staff back into place, “I’m guessing this is the guy you are looking for?” He pushes Poe onto his knees and grips his shoulder.

Poe groans in pain as he looks up to glare at Ren.

“Where’s the map?”

“I’m not saying anything.” Poe spits out as Ren glares in return.

Y/n could feel the anger radiating off of Ren, he noticed him reaching for his saber but y/n is quick to step in. “Sir, its best to bring him aboard and to inturigate him. He’s no use to us dead.” He reminds him as Ren tilts his helmet upwards to stare at y/n. “Very well then, bring him aboard and make sure that he’s cuffed.”

“Yes, sir.” Y/n grabs Poe by the arm and drags him towards the ship, making sure to cuff him as he gives the man a glance. The two are silent as the troopers come aboard, “I know you.” Poe finally says as y/n froze in place. “You don’t know me.” He mumbles out and moves away form their prisoner, making his way over to phasma to Ren. “Our prisoner is cuffed, ill make sure that he doesn’t cause us any trouble and if he does then I won’t hesitate to use him for one of my experiments.” He grins as Kylo Stood next to phasma, eyeing y/n up and down since he was shorter than Ren.

“You’ve been training the trooper well and your commanding is coming in handy, never seen the troopers fight better than usual.” He smiles at Kylo’s complainant. “Thank you, sir. I don’t go easy on them so I’m sorry if I’m a little too hard.”

“The harder the better.”

Y/n smiles a little under his mask and walks over to stand next to Phasma.

“Phasma has actually told me the changes that you’ve been doing.” He froze in spot as he glances over to Ren. “You seem to know your way around a problem, someone like you will be useful on the bridge.”

“What—?” He breaths out in shock as he grips his arm.

“How does General Y/n, sound to you?”

Y/n gaped at him, not knowing what to say. “But sir, isn’t Hux general?” He questions as Kylo gives him a small nod. “Yes, but I’ve been having second thoughts about his leading and I think its best to keep him as commander again than general.”

Hux was being demoted becuase of him. He was taking Hux’s spot as General, he was going ot be leading his own army and commanding his own people, he didn’t know how to feel about this. All his life he dreamed of becoming a general but never thought of it as anything else, and now here he is. Getting promoted as General.

“It would be an honor.” He replies back as the crew flies back to base where he could get started on his new position as General.

“Beautiful isn’t it.”

Y/n is startled by the sudden clear voice.

Glancing over his shoulder he spots the Same man that he has meet a couple of years back, his eyes widening in realization. “Ben..” he breaths out as he turns to face Y/n. “Thats not my name.” He whispers out as y/n raises a brow, opening his mouth to ask what he meant but before he could question him he gives him a quick scan and realized that he was holding his helmet in one hand and his saber in the other.

“Ren.” He whispers as Kylo chuckles with a grin. “Took you awhile, General.”

Y/n’s face goes red and turns back to face the large window, watching as their cruisers traveled through lightspeed, tracking down the rebellion.

“Why did you give me a fake name, instead of being honest?” He asks as the two stood side by side. “You’re smart General, figured you would notice but I didn’t think it would take this long.” Kylo smirks at him as he gribs his helmet and slips it back on.

“Then maybe we should properly introduce ourselves—“ he turns to face Face Kylo. “I’m—“

“I know who you are.” Kylo cuts him off before he could say anything else.

“You’re Y/n L/n, a former student at the Acadamy that you and Hux both attend as children. You’ve always wanted to be a part of the First Order, but you became a technician instead, but you didn’t complain about it since it was one of your passions, to create new things.” He began to say. “Hux was quickly to take your spot as General but you worked yourself hard, starting from the very bottom and making your way to the top.”

Kylo steps forward, their faces only a few inches away as Y/n stays calm and standing. “I admire someone who can prove people wrong, I’d like to continue seeing that as we work together.” He whispers to him.

Y/n takes in a small deep breath. “Yes, sir.”

#admin #star wars tros #kylo ren x male reader #male reader #kylo ren #star wars x male reader #ben solo x male reader

[usercass]

50 Question Tag

yeah im making this a seperate post or it'll be waaayyy too long but thank you for the tag!! @apatheticanvas67482

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

i dont actually own a hairbrush.....

2. Name a food you never eat

cooked carrots, love them raw but i cannot i will gag

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

too warm i will keep my fan on in the winter bc id rather bundle up

4. What were you doing 45min ago?

facetiming my fam i miss them so much 😭

5. Favorite candy bar?

uhh prob symphony bar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

once i think i was 6 or 7 and it was a seattle mariners game and i hated it

7. What is the last thing you said outloud?

either love you bye to my fam or saying hello to my cat

8. Favorite ice cream?

lotta sweet questions i dont eat a lot of sweets but ummmm this specific huckleberey ice cream in my college town

9. What is the last thing you had to drink?

water always i drink water religiously

10. Do you like your wallet?

yeaaahhh its a mans wallet but i like it bc i like small purses

11. What is the last thing you ate?

currently eating hot cheetos while doing this...

12. Did you buy any new clothes last week?

i bought my bridesmaids dress for my sisters wedding :):):)

13. What's the last sporting event you watched?

probably the last game i worked in sports medicine in high school which was probably baseball

14. Favorite flavor of popcorn?

some of these are such obscure questions but ummm idk classic salt and butter

15. Who is the last person you sent a text to?

My bro as usual hes my best friend

16. Ever go camping?

oh hell yea my family has gone camping at least once every year since before i can remember but thats pretty common on the west coast i think

17. Do you take vitamins?

seriously what are these questions no i dont and dont come for me

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship?

yes ma'am can i get a hallelu

19. Do you have a tan?

nooo im pasty

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

probablt chinese bc variety and ragoons

21. Do you drink soda out of a straw?

not exclusively

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

black always and forever

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i aint no wuss

24. What terrifies you?

things i cant control especially people's preception of me

25. Look to you left what do you see?

my florence + the machine shirts hung up on my dorm wall bc im too lazy to decorate

26. What chore do you hate the most?

dusting i hate having to move shit, dust, then move it back

27. What do you think when you hear an australian accent?

who came up w these i wanna know why australlian specifically

but nicole kidman

28. What is your favorite soda?

uhhhhhhhh baja blast

29. Do you go inside fast food places or use the drive thru?

drive thru

30. What is your favorite number?

currently its the gas rate constant .08206 bc fuck chemistry but i like that number

31. Last person you talked to?

fam already established

32. Favorite cut of beef?

this is a no beef house we tryna destroy the beef industry thank you

33. Last song you listened to?

it was hamilton.... but i said that last tag game so imma say the one before that which was Les Amours Dévouées by Cœur De Pirate

34. Last book you read?

if webtoons and textbooks dont count Inside the Criminal Mind

35. Favorite day of the week?

probably sunday bc i love going to church and chilling w the fam

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

i actually can i learned in middle school so i could flex

37. How do you like your coffee?

i like it just the right amount of sweetness and bitter and nutty tho ive been drinking tea more

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

prob my teeva sandals made from recycled materials and comfy af

39. Time you normally get up?

9:30-10ish if i dont have class

40. Sunrise or sunset?

now im singing fiddler on the roof i love sunrises but im rarely awake for them

41. How many blankets on your bed?

single comforter bc im always warm

42. Describe your kitchen plates

well im at college rn so theyre teal plastic disks could be a frisbee honestly

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment

again at college so its p big to accomadate 6 girls but its actually p clean all the time

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

i dont drink anymore but when i did i loved crown royal whiskey

45. Do you play cards?

i play card games but if you mean poker nope

46. What color is your car?

hes a gorgeous silver 2010 volvo xc60 with a peridot sticker on the side that says clod

47. Can you change a tire?

i know how to but bolts are rlly tight and idk if im strong enough

48. Favorite state?

ummm i have a fondness for washington because its where i grew up and i loooove the rain

49. Favorite job you've had?

ive only had two sooo i guess caption call we used voice to text to print what was being said on the phone so people w hard of hearing can read the convo

50. Tagging EVERYOONE bc im too much of a wuss to tag people yaaaayyy

but tag me if you do it i wanna get to know you guys

also someone teach me how to do the continue reading thing

#tag game #i spent so long doing this #focuses on some weird stuff but uhh #get to know me #id love to get to know you

[maerveil]

50 Questions You Have Never Been Asked

i was tagged by @loverofelves​ :3c thank u <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

black, nothing special, my mom got it from a dollar store for me bc my old one was literally falling apart but i refused to replace it

2. A food you never eat?

the only thing i can think of that i would probably not eat even if that meant it gets thrown away is steak, or any cut of red meat. i have a lot of trouble swallowing it for some reason. most other foods i hate i would still rather eat than waste them

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

theres no really comfortable temperature for me i think. im always either too warm or too cold. but since i spend most time in my bedroom which only gets sunlight for about 4 hours a day, im usually too cold

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

painting with watercolours and listening to music

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

i avoid sweets so i dont really know the different breeds of candy bar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

ive participated in a few swimming tournaments when i was younger and a friend dragged me to see an ice hockey match a few years ago

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

'hey’ at my cats because they were climbing my shelf....

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

not really a flavour, but strawberry sundae, with real strawberries and white chocolate... theres nothing quite like it

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

tap water

10. Do you like your wallet?

its a huge black leather wallet. i wanted one like this really bad when i was like 14 yrs old, now i kinda think its too big. but i like that it has space for all kinds of clutter like cards and pictures... i want to say i feel neutral about it but considering how long ive had it im probably at least a little attached

11. What was the last thing you ate?

a small bowl of plain oats with milk for breakfast

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no... im saving my money for useless things rn!

13. The last sporting event you watched?

im really not into sports so whenever i watch sports it i dont do so deliberately. uhm. i think biathlon was on tv one time a few months ago when i visited my dad

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

i like it when its sweet but not so much that your fingers get terribly sticky from it

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

my dad probably

16. Ever go camping?

yea i went camping w my dad a lot when i was younger, almost every summer for 8 years. im mentioning my dad a lot here. we are not as close as one might think

17. Do you take vitamins?

no

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

no im too pretty

19. Do you have a tan?

no, but my right arm is a bit red from sitting on my balcony too long yesterday

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

depends entirely on my mood, i dont have a general preference

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

only when i want to act like a slut which is never

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

i usually wear black tights

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

I CANT DRIVE AND I NEVER WILL and if you drive above the speed limit thats +5 on your sin counter. i will know

24. What terrifies you?

those scary creepypasta images, communication, and anything unpredictable. also the possibility that jjba part 7 will be animated entirely in cgi

25. Look to your left what do you see?

a manga panel of dio i traced and taped to my wall, a bunch of jjba prints, and a tiny sticker of diego

26. What core do you hate?

if this is about music... i actually dont even want to spell out the name of that genre, thats how disgusting it is. its got to do with anime

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

that time in like, 7th grade, where english class was mostly about learning australian vocabulary

28. What is your favorite soda?

i dont drink soda im so scared of the liquid sugar but like cherry or vanilla coke probably

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

i dont ever go to fast food places, but if i did id hit the drive thru. inside its too loud and i hate when people can watch me eat

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

in person... my dad i think

31. Favorite cut of beef?

its all bad

32. Last song you listened to?

all the fools sailed away by dio (the band with real life people in it)

33. Last book you read?

der unsichtbare apfel by robert gwisdek. im still reading it actually im just too busy to finish anything rn

34. Favorite day of the week?

saturday of course!! although last night there was someone in front of my window at 3am who screamed for two seconds for seemingly no reason. this stuff doesnt happen on weekdays

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

no and im self conscious about it

36. How do you like your coffee?

black!!

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

my dr martens mary janes... easy to get in and out of... simple... cute... whats not to love. theyre starting to fall apart tho bc i wear them all the time

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

between 9 and 11 pm

39. At what time do you normally get up?

between 5 and 9 am

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

emotionally, sunrises bc sunsets remind me that the day is over and my time has run out... but aesthetically, sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

two, one weighted and one normal

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

plain white... super boring and i hate them but i used to live with a minimalist and tried to be considerate to avoid conflict

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

rum w cola or pina coladas, but i usually avoid alcohol. makes me feel like a soggy sponge and so sleepy. hate it

44. Do you play cards?

no all card games are bad!!

45. What color is your car?

i cant drive

46. Can you change a tire?

i cant even consider learning how to do it

47. What is your favorite province?

*nods*

48. Favorite job you ever had?

i hate jobs and careers and i would sooner let myself get exploded into a thousand pieces by impact with a speeding train than take up a job again

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

i was 15, in a really bad place mentally, and tried to make a point to someone... uh oh!

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

this question is guilt tripping me

#abt me

[movedvalkyriesryde]

Exhibition of Future Technologies - 3

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.

Warnings: violence i guess? like a building explodes so??? but thats it, exhaustion, swearing the usualllll, angst?

Word Count: 3,000ish

A/N: ive decided theres going to be four parts, this was meant to be the last but it took a life of its own as this story seems to be doing a lot but im accepting its fate

A/N 2: special shoutout to @mrwinterr for showing me the possibilities that this story had!!!

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It had been a few weeks since everything had come to light for the couple. Everything was still new and had a pink hue to it between them, the subtle looks as they walked past each other, the stolen kisses hidden in the hallway, the late nights and early mornings sneaking home, it helped having teleportation powers with that one. 

The pair had decided that it was best to keep their relationship a secret, it could risk the team finding out about Y/N’s powers if they told and she couldn’t have that, as much as she adored Bucky and was ultimately falling in love with him she couldn’t risk them finding out. She’d lost too many people to others finding out about their powers before.

Bucky understood, sort of. He wanted to scream from the rooftops that he’d found his Doll, he had wanted to run to Steve after their night together and tell him everything. But Bucky understood her fear, he saw how terrified she was when he found out about her powers, he wasn’t going to break her trust any time soon.

So when Steve and Sam questioned him the next morning on their run Bucky put on his best frown and tightened the string of his hoodie, avoiding eye contact.

“It wasn’t her,” he had muttered and sped his pace. His friends looked at each other before following close behind. They stopped at the top of a hill to catch their breath and have some peace and quiet before they headed back, it was what they did most mornings on their run.

“You were so sure it was?” Sam said sitting next to Bucky on the grass. Bucky merely shrugged in response, he didn’t want to say too much in case he let something slip, he also thought his silence would be enough to convince them of his lie. 

“Maybe they’re related? Distantly,” Steve sat on his other side and patted his shoulder with a tight but reassuring smile. 

“Maybe, it’s still not her though,” Bucky tried to think about what he would have actually been like if it wasn’t her. He imagined the gut wrenching hurt he would have felt and tried to channel it in himself now in order to keep the lie alive. 

Steve and Sam didn’t say anything more about the situation, they knew not to push Bucky, he would come to them if he needed to and he would be better in his own time. They let him stalk off into the compound as soon as they got back after mumbling something about skipping training today. They brought him lunch and dinner but never opened the door knowing he treasured his privacy when he got like this.

If they had they would have seen Bucky at his desk combing through his work like it was just another day. Or if Steve had opened the door when he went to check on Bucky on his way to bed instead of just knocking he would have seen Bucky and Y/N on his couch trying to stifle their laughter so no one could hear them. But Steve just asked through the door if Bucky needed anything and when Bucky replied with a muffled ‘’m fine, night Steve’, he walked off to his room worried about his friend.

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It was rare that the two spent any time together out of the compound, it was much harder for Bucky to sneak in and out than it was for her but sometimes the stars aligned and they found themselves at Y/N’s apartment where they could be as loud and affectionate as possible without the worry of someone walking in on them. 

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N shook her hands to try and loosen herself up as Bucky stood in front of her expectantly, “you don’t have to do this Buck.”

“I want to help okay, and who better to test on than a super soldier,” he gave her that winning smirk that he knew made her putty in his hands and when she smiled back, he knew he had her. 

“Okay, hold my wrists.” 

Bucky did what he was told and grasped her wrists. He watched her take a deep breath before they both closed their eyes then Bucky felt...numb, but also like his skin was on fire? And it only lasted a couple seconds before everything felt normal again and he opened his eyes to see Y/N staring back at him. He looked around and noticed the change in scenery, they had just been in her room and were now standing in the middle of the kitchen, a short test she’d said, small distance to start with. 

“How do you feel?” she asked hesitantly, Bucky was still holding her wrists, his grip had tightened slightly and he quickly let go. 

“I uh, fine,” he beamed at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air. “Doll you did it! I’m absolutely fine!” 

Y/N told him it wasn’t a real experiment unless they wrote everything down so that’s what they did, she made him tell her every single thing he felt both physically and emotionally. 

The next week they tried again, they made it to the roof.  Bucky had made the mistake though of suggesting she at least tell Banner about her powers, Banner could help with her experiments better than he ever could, but Y/N quickly shot him down. She told him that this way she was in control of what was being tested of her and that’s how she wanted it to be kept. He didn’t say anything after that, just nodded like he understood. He did, apart from Wanda he was probably the only other person that could understand how much control over these experiments and her powers meant to her. But there was a lot less safety involved when it was just her and that’s what he didn’t like. 

That was the last experiment they’d done. They’d both been busy with work and the time they did get together was hidden in the corners of the compound where no one would find them. 

Though busy, it didn’t stop his friends from meddling. Once Bucky had come back out of his room and seemed to be back to his normal self, maybe even a little happier than before? Steve and Sam were trying to convince him to ask, and you’ll never believe this, Y/N on a date. 

“It may not be the girl from ‘43 but come on Buck! You said it yourself, she looks just like her!” Steve had been pushing for Bucky to find someone who made him happy for a long time and he thought that Y/N was the perfect match, he may have had some hushed talks with Bruce about the matter as well. 

“That’s a bit morbid getting him to date a girl because he went on a date with her grandma back in the day,” Sam scrunched up his face in disgust and Bucky snorted.

“You’re overthinking it Sam! This is fate kicking down the door Buck, you can’t tell me you don’t fancy her even a little. Bruce told me you’ve been visiting the lab more often!” 

Okay so maybe Bucky was beginning to be less subtle about the whole ordeal that was his love life than he should have been. But can you blame him!! She was making modifications to a couple of drones and that shit fascinated Bucky! And also the fact that it gave him an excuse to be close to Y/N and stare at her with googly eyes when Banner wasn’t in the room but THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT.

“She doesn’t fancy me Steve, and I don’t fancy her. Just like learning about her robotics,” Bucky rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Steve opened his mouth but before he could say anything FRIDAY interrupted him and every thought concerning Bucky’s love life was forgotten by all three men.

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“You can’t possibly think he’s coming into the lab just because he’s interested in mechanical engineering can you?” Tony stared at Y/N like she’d grown two heads as he spoke. Tony, Y/N and Bruce had been discussing the frequent visitor to the lab over the past couple of weeks and Y/N was finding it more and more difficult to suppress the smug smile she so desperately wanted to give Tony when he talked about how Bucky had to have a crush on her if not be head over heels for her at this point. 

The three were out to lunch in the middle of the city, as they often were on a Thursday, and were making their way back to the car when everything happened. 

They heard it first, a loud boom seemed to come from all around them. Then they felt it, the ground beneath them shook slightly, Y/N felt the vibration through her body rising from her feet to her lungs and causing her stomach to drop. Then they looked up and they saw it. Tiny bits of glass started falling towards them, people were screaming and running in the opposite direction of the building in front of them. 

Twenty stories up there had been an explosion that had blown out the entire side of that floor. They could see the smoke coming out of the now open building, they could see it swaying slightly from the aftermath. 

Tony was the first to jump into action, he immediately activated his Iron Man suit and sent word to the compound for back up, giving orders to Bruce and Y/N to start getting people as far away from here as possible as he caught a long metal rod that was plummeting to the ground. 

The pair jumped into action, Bruce started running in and out of surrounding buildings trying to clear them as Y/N helped those nearest to the accident get to safety. 

There was another explosion, this time on the other side of the building. Y/N ran towards the entrance, she looked left and right looking for those injured that needed to be moved away immediately when she saw a group of elementary kids hiding behind a fountain. 

“Are any of you hurt?” She ducked down in front of them, all of their eyes were wide and frightened as they shook their heads. “Good, grab me guys, come on I’m going to get you out of here.”

The group of kids all grab onto each other and her and she didn’t even think before she squeezed her eyes shut, opening them to see the children all looking amazed but still frightened as they realised they were no longer in the middle of the chaos and instead the middle of Central Park. 

“Everyone okay?” Y/N asked and after getting a series of yes’s and thank you’s she was gone again, back to the chaos, not before telling them to contact their parents if they could and that she would be back. 

It clicked then in Y/N’s brain that this was the best way to get people from the burning building out and to safety and so she kept going. She got the rest of the children first, they were all in uniform, they must have been on a field trip. She took them to the same location where the other children still were. Three trips and she noticed parents starting to turn up thankfully. 

When Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Wanda turned up to the scene, Tony was already in the sky and had given them a quick briefing upon their arrival of what the situation was. 

Ten men, all in black combat uniform and more explosions than Tony could count strapped to their bodies and being placed throughout the building. Sam was immediately in the sky. Natasha went to help Bruce clear the citizens and Steve and Bucky started running towards the entrance of the building. That’s when Bucky saw the familiar flash of light. The flash of white light that he saw most mornings when Y/N left and his brain went into panic mode. 

“Buck come one!” Steve yelled out from the door, shield on his back as people ran past him. 

Bucky caught Y/N’s eye as she came back into view, they both paused their movement before she gave him a small smile and a nod and then ran off towards an injured woman. 

“Fuck my life,” he mumbled before running in after Steve. 

It was getting harder the more trips she took. Y/N had never teleported with more than one other person before. This was a true test of her limits and she could feel her body losing the fight. 

Most of the immediate area was clear now, all that was left were those that had initially refused to leave their homes or workplaces during the first explosion. 

When Y/N arrived back to the front of the building she could no longer hold herself up with ease. Bucky had his eye out for her as soon as he was back in the lobby and running towards the entry/exit. He saw her go again with a man and women then come back and drop to her knees.

“Y//N!!” He yelled sprinting towards her. There was another boom that halted his movement by the fountain. Y/N stood up and watched Bucky run towards her, she started to move to meet him in the middle when she heard the boom and looked up at the building to see something large falling towards the ground, towards Bucky. 

“BUCKY!” She called out to him, a wave of adrenaline rushing through her as she threw her arms around his neck and he held her waist. She squeezed her eyes shut and they disappeared just in time as the piece of building crashing into the ground where they had stood. 

Steve saw Bucky and Y/N embrace in the middle of the courtyard. Then he saw a block of concrete fall right where they were after a flash of light. Steve screamed as he ran towards the rubble and threw whatever he could grab behind him in order to get to his friend. This was not how he would be losing his friend, he would not be losing his best friend again!

“I’m okay, Steve, I’m okay,” the rushed force came through the comms device in Steve’s ear and he swore he was hearing things until Sam responded.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BUCKY?!?!?” 

“Central Park, we’re at the Great Lawn with - holy shit - a lot of people that were in the middle of it all,” Bucky tried to catch his breath, he looked around at the massive group of people that were helping and comforting each other then at Y/N who was leaning all of her weight against him. “Doll I got you, fuck, stay with me okay. Steve, Sam, someone we medical service!”

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On the beauty of having your life messed up

So, as I’ve mentioned, today - April 1st - is sort of a big day for me.

I swear this is not a joke. It’s going to be a post about having your life wrecked and getting back on your feet. Which means is gonna be a little sad before it gets better, but I encourage you to keep on reading.

Basically, this post begins a year ago.

On April 1st, 2019 I was urgently hospitalized after a little more than a month of ongoing back problems. The TLDR version of this is that I had being amazingly misdiagnosed and for this exact reason I come this close - please, imagine my hands gesturing here - to dying because of a pulmonary embolism at 26 years old. My life, as I had planned it to that moment, was abruptly put on hold until I could get better. All the plans, all the goals I had for the future, had to wait. It wasn’t something I could control, in fact, I could nothing about it. I just had to wait until I could resume from where I had to stop.

You can skip here, if you don’t want to read my whole story. Just head to the next sentence in italics and bold.

During both February and March, I experienced a lot of painful backaches of every sort. The kind the left you winded when you tried laughing and didn’t let you walk normally. The thing started when one Sunday afternoon I felt an incredible pain starting from my legs to my lower back as I put on my jeans and suddenly I wasn’t able to stand on my feet. I panicked, called my boyfriend downstairs crying in pain. Every movement, every intake of air was painful. He took me into the ER of the hospital near him (we live like 40 kms apart, so it wasn’t even close to my home). There I got diagnosed with a simple backache and even though it was so painful I could barely stand on my own they sent me home with prescriptions for anti-inflammatory and anti-dolorifics injections.

I got home, rested, did the injections - that gave me awful hard bumps under my skin that lasted forever (it took almost a year for them to disappear) - and a little less than two weeks after I was at my family doctor’s office to get checked for a back ache once again. This time, it was a little bit higher. Let’s say, right below the last ribs of the ribcage. I repeated the treatment. Got better. Got worse once again.

The morning of April 1st, I was fed up with all of that and the only thing I wanted was to be okay. So I woke up, washed, and went to my doctor which is a 10 min of walk from my flat. When i got there I was winded, tired as if I had run the Boston Marathon with no preparation - I hate running, so it’s not that difficult to imagine - and I was the colour of a washed out rag.

My doctor wasn’t there, but given my condition, another kind doctor visited me and promptly suggested I get checked at the hospital. I couldn’t breath properly and driving in that state wasn’t an option. I called my mum and as she panicked without me noticing, she took me to the ER. They visited me, checked me inside out - I discovered the joys of knowing how weird a tomography with contrast method feels like - and after that a very burly nurse told me candidly: “So, how many days are you gonna be with us?” In quick succession I got: an IV, multiple injections of eparine, a bed in the ER, and I was stripped and washed like a baby by a guy that was probably the same age as myself. It was the most embarrassing experience and I desperately begged to let me wash by myself, let me go to the toilet by myself. When I was told that for no reason I was to get up from the bed because otherwise I could jostle a serious clot of blood in my lungs, that’s the moment I was told I’d probably come this close to dying. I felt like a ticking time bomb, and not in the sexy sense.

The next 8 days went like that. I was moved to the ward, checked and washed and fed. Rinse and repeat.

I actually have to thank all the nurses, doctors and people that helped me in those days and treated me like a human being and not just a patient. They saved my life and made me still feel like a person, despite all the things I couldn’t suddenly do.

When I got discharged from the hospital, I thought I’d recover quickly. I’m young, I kept telling myself, A few weeks and I’ll be okay. Wrong. It took me two weeks before I was able to get a shower all by myself. It took me three months before I could walk more than ten minutes without being out of breath.

I still can’t do more than a flight of stairs without feeling winded and let’s not talk about other movements beside walking. I’ll start physical rehabilitation as soon as the shutdown in Italy for COVID-19 will be lifted, hopefully just a few weeks more of waiting.

(Psst! You can start reading from here if you skipped all the above!)

But I got better. I will get better. During this year, I’ve learned a few useful things and I wanna share my newfound, very personal, knowledge with you all.

- Positivity is the key

You gotta be positive. If you are in a bad situation, no matter what it is, looking at it from a dark point of view will not help you at all. I spent weeks getting frustrated over all the things I couldn’t do, without considering the fact that I was up and out of bed alone was a great conquest by itself. I shouldn’t have been able to walk and breath, and yet there I was!

That of course doesn’t mean you should be happy for everything and anything, just... appreciate what you can do, instead of what you can not. It isn’t a given most of the time. Think “At least I can do this” instead of “I can’t do anything at all”. For me, what I could do was breathing, being alive and still seeing my loved ones. Sometimes, the thing you can do can be as basic as those.

- Accept the fact that there will be drawbacks

Of course, there’s no way one can have a positive mindset 24/7. There are moments when you feel down, when you feel like nothing goes the right way. For me it was frustration and powerlessness. I was in a state in which I couldn’t do any normal thing a 26 year old can, nor I could change my situation. I simply had to wait for the meds to do their job and just recover. Slowly. There’s nothing you can do about situation like these. For me it was recovering, but it can be whatever in your life. Not everything will go the way you want to, and some times there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to accept the fact that some times you’ll be powerless. Worrying and stressing about it won’t help at all. You just have to wait it out. It’s just one bump along the road, not the thing that will stop you from getting wherever you want.

- Choose your fight wisely You can’t fight every battle. Some days you have to choose. If you were preparing yourself for something big and for whatever reason (i.e.: overwhelming, no strength, no attention etc.) you don’t have the energies right now, divide your big task in smaller tasks. For me, it meant at first choosing between getting a shower and cooking for myself. One big task a day. It’s like fighting a great opponent. First, you have to fight all the minions, build up your stamina, update your weapons, learn new moves. Only then, you can attempt fighting the big boss. With time, I was able to build up my strength and weapons to fight multiple opponents at once.

- Do not give up

If this is just a bump in the road, do not give up. Do not wallow in despair (point 1, positivity), do not abandon your goals because right now you can’t pursue them. There’s surely something you can do to work toward them, even if you can’t work as you might have wanted to for them right now. It will take longer, but you’ll get there. Just... don’t give up. Because, all the work you’ve done before won’t be useless because you can’t do what you planned now. You’ll just have to wait a little more, and in the meantime, you can try working through some smaller goals. In the end, this time spent on something else, will come in handy.

And that’s it! It’s probably nothing special, but that’s what I learned this year. I went through a lot, and I’ll still have more fight in front of myself, but keeping this mindset helped and hopefully it could help some of you too.

Thank you for reading my journey!

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Exhibition of Future Technologies - 3

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Summary: Bucky meets the girl of his dreams the day before he ships out again and she holds a mystery about her that he can’t resist.

Warnings: violence i guess? like a building explodes so??? but thats it, exhaustion, swearing the usualllll, angst?

Word Count: 3,000ish

A/N: ive decided theres going to be four parts, this was meant to be the last but it took a life of its own as this story seems to be doing a lot but im accepting its fate

A/N 2: special shoutout to @mrwinterr for showing me the possibilities that this story had!!!

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It had been a few weeks since everything had come to light for the couple. Everything was still new and had a pink hue to it between them, the subtle looks as they walked past each other, the stolen kisses hidden in the hallway, the late nights and early mornings sneaking home, it helped having teleportation powers with that one.

The pair had decided that it was best to keep their relationship a secret, it could risk the team finding out about Y/N’s powers if they told and she couldn’t have that, as much as she adored Bucky and was ultimately falling in love with him she couldn’t risk them finding out. She’d lost too many people to others finding out about their powers before.

Bucky understood, sort of. He wanted to scream from the rooftops that he’d found his Doll, he had wanted to run to Steve after their night together and tell him everything. But Bucky understood her fear, he saw how terrified she was when he found out about her powers, he wasn’t going to break her trust any time soon.

So when Steve and Sam questioned him the next morning on their run Bucky put on his best frown and tightened the string of his hoodie, avoiding eye contact.

“It wasn’t her,” he had muttered and sped his pace. His friends looked at each other before following close behind. They stopped at the top of a hill to catch their breath and have some peace and quiet before they headed back, it was what they did most mornings on their run.

“You were so sure it was?” Sam said sitting next to Bucky on the grass. Bucky merely shrugged in response, he didn’t want to say too much in case he let something slip, he also thought his silence would be enough to convince them of his lie.

“Maybe they’re related? Distantly,” Steve sat on his other side and patted his shoulder with a tight but reassuring smile.

“Maybe, it’s still not her though,” Bucky tried to think about what he would have actually been like if it wasn’t her. He imagined the gut wrenching hurt he would have felt and tried to channel it in himself now in order to keep the lie alive.

Steve and Sam didn’t say anything more about the situation, they knew not to push Bucky, he would come to them if he needed to and he would be better in his own time. They let him stalk off into the compound as soon as they got back after mumbling something about skipping training today. They brought him lunch and dinner but never opened the door knowing he treasured his privacy when he got like this.

If they had they would have seen Bucky at his desk combing through his work like it was just another day. Or if Steve had opened the door when he went to check on Bucky on his way to bed instead of just knocking he would have seen Bucky and Y/N on his couch trying to stifle their laughter so no one could hear them. But Steve just asked through the door if Bucky needed anything and when Bucky replied with a muffled ‘’m fine, night Steve’, he walked off to his room worried about his friend.

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It was rare that the two spent any time together out of the compound, it was much harder for Bucky to sneak in and out than it was for her but sometimes the stars aligned and they found themselves at Y/N’s apartment where they could be as loud and affectionate as possible without the worry of someone walking in on them.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/N shook her hands to try and loosen herself up as Bucky stood in front of her expectantly, “you don’t have to do this Buck.”

“I want to help okay, and who better to test on than a super soldier,” he gave her that winning smirk that he knew made her putty in his hands and when she smiled back, he knew he had her.

“Okay, hold my wrists.”

Bucky did what he was told and grasped her wrists. He watched her take a deep breath before they both closed their eyes then Bucky felt…numb, but also like his skin was on fire? And it only lasted a couple seconds before everything felt normal again and he opened his eyes to see Y/N staring back at him. He looked around and noticed the change in scenery, they had just been in her room and were now standing in the middle of the kitchen, a short test she’d said, small distance to start with.

“How do you feel?” she asked hesitantly, Bucky was still holding her wrists, his grip had tightened slightly and he quickly let go.

“I uh, fine,” he beamed at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air. “Doll you did it! I’m absolutely fine!”

Y/N told him it wasn’t a real experiment unless they wrote everything down so that’s what they did, she made him tell her every single thing he felt both physically and emotionally.

The next week they tried again, they made it to the roof.  Bucky had made the mistake though of suggesting she at least tell Banner about her powers, Banner could help with her experiments better than he ever could, but Y/N quickly shot him down. She told him that this way she was in control of what was being tested of her and that’s how she wanted it to be kept. He didn’t say anything after that, just nodded like he understood. He did, apart from Wanda he was probably the only other person that could understand how much control over these experiments and her powers meant to her. But there was a lot less safety involved when it was just her and that’s what he didn’t like.

That was the last experiment they’d done. They’d both been busy with work and the time they did get together was hidden in the corners of the compound where no one would find them.

Though busy, it didn’t stop his friends from meddling. Once Bucky had come back out of his room and seemed to be back to his normal self, maybe even a little happier than before? Steve and Sam were trying to convince him to ask, and you’ll never believe this, Y/N on a date.

“It may not be the girl from ‘43 but come on Buck! You said it yourself, she looks just like her!” Steve had been pushing for Bucky to find someone who made him happy for a long time and he thought that Y/N was the perfect match, he may have had some hushed talks with Bruce about the matter as well.

“That’s a bit morbid getting him to date a girl because he went on a date with her grandma back in the day,” Sam scrunched up his face in disgust and Bucky snorted.

“You’re overthinking it Sam! This is fate kicking down the door Buck, you can’t tell me you don’t fancy her even a little. Bruce told me you’ve been visiting the lab more often!”

Okay so maybe Bucky was beginning to be less subtle about the whole ordeal that was his love life than he should have been. But can you blame him!! She was making modifications to a couple of drones and that shit fascinated Bucky! And also the fact that it gave him an excuse to be close to Y/N and stare at her with googly eyes when Banner wasn’t in the room but THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT.

“She doesn’t fancy me Steve, and I don’t fancy her. Just like learning about her robotics,” Bucky rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Steve opened his mouth but before he could say anything FRIDAY interrupted him and every thought concerning Bucky’s love life was forgotten by all three men.

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“You can’t possibly think he’s coming into the lab just because he’s interested in mechanical engineering can you?” Tony stared at Y/N like she’d grown two heads as he spoke. Tony, Y/N and Bruce had been discussing the frequent visitor to the lab over the past couple of weeks and Y/N was finding it more and more difficult to suppress the smug smile she so desperately wanted to give Tony when he talked about how Bucky had to have a crush on her if not be head over heels for her at this point.

The three were out to lunch in the middle of the city, as they often were on a Thursday, and were making their way back to the car when everything happened.

They heard it first, a loud boom seemed to come from all around them. Then they felt it, the ground beneath them shook slightly, Y/N felt the vibration through her body rising from her feet to her lungs and causing her stomach to drop. Then they looked up and they saw it. Tiny bits of glass started falling towards them, people were screaming and running in the opposite direction of the building in front of them.

Twenty stories up there had been an explosion that had blown out the entire side of that floor. They could see the smoke coming out of the now open building, they could see it swaying slightly from the aftermath.

Tony was the first to jump into action, he immediately activated his Iron Man suit and sent word to the compound for back up, giving orders to Bruce and Y/N to start getting people as far away from here as possible as he caught a long metal rod that was plummeting to the ground.

The pair jumped into action, Bruce started running in and out of surrounding buildings trying to clear them as Y/N helped those nearest to the accident get to safety.

There was another explosion, this time on the other side of the building. Y/N ran towards the entrance, she looked left and right looking for those injured that needed to be moved away immediately when she saw a group of elementary kids hiding behind a fountain.

“Are any of you hurt?” She ducked down in front of them, all of their eyes were wide and frightened as they shook their heads. “Good, grab me guys, come on I’m going to get you out of here.”

The group of kids all grab onto each other and her and she didn’t even think before she squeezed her eyes shut, opening them to see the children all looking amazed but still frightened as they realised they were no longer in the middle of the chaos and instead the middle of Central Park.

“Everyone okay?” Y/N asked and after getting a series of yes’s and thank you’s she was gone again, back to the chaos, not before telling them to contact their parents if they could and that she would be back.

It clicked then in Y/N’s brain that this was the best way to get people from the burning building out and to safety and so she kept going. She got the rest of the children first, they were all in uniform, they must have been on a field trip. She took them to the same location where the other children still were. Three trips and she noticed parents starting to turn up thankfully.

When Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Wanda turned up to the scene, Tony was already in the sky and had given them a quick briefing upon their arrival of what the situation was.

Ten men, all in black combat uniform and more explosions than Tony could count strapped to their bodies and being placed throughout the building. Sam was immediately in the sky. Natasha went to help Bruce clear the citizens and Steve and Bucky started running towards the entrance of the building. That’s when Bucky saw the familiar flash of light. The flash of white light that he saw most mornings when Y/N left and his brain went into panic mode.

“Buck come one!” Steve yelled out from the door, shield on his back as people ran past him.

Bucky caught Y/N’s eye as she came back into view, they both paused their movement before she gave him a small smile and a nod and then ran off towards an injured woman.

“Fuck my life,” he mumbled before running in after Steve.

It was getting harder the more trips she took. Y/N had never teleported with more than one other person before. This was a true test of her limits and she could feel her body losing the fight.

Most of the immediate area was clear now, all that was left were those that had initially refused to leave their homes or workplaces during the first explosion.

When Y/N arrived back to the front of the building she could no longer hold herself up with ease. Bucky had his eye out for her as soon as he was back in the lobby and running towards the entry/exit. He saw her go again with a man and women then come back and drop to her knees.

“Y//N!!” He yelled sprinting towards her. There was another boom that halted his movement by the fountain. Y/N stood up and watched Bucky run towards her, she started to move to meet him in the middle when she heard the boom and looked up at the building to see something large falling towards the ground, towards Bucky.

“BUCKY!” She called out to him, a wave of adrenaline rushing through her as she threw her arms around his neck and he held her waist. She squeezed her eyes shut and they disappeared just in time as the piece of building crashing into the ground where they had stood.

Steve saw Bucky and Y/N embrace in the middle of the courtyard. Then he saw a block of concrete fall right where they were after a flash of light. Steve screamed as he ran towards the rubble and threw whatever he could grab behind him in order to get to his friend. This was not how he would be losing his friend, he would not be losing his best friend again!

“I’m okay, Steve, I’m okay,” the rushed force came through the comms device in Steve’s ear and he swore he was hearing things until Sam responded.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BUCKY?!?!?”

“Central Park, we’re at the Great Lawn with - holy shit - a lot of people that were in the middle of it all,” Bucky tried to catch his breath, he looked around at the massive group of people that were helping and comforting each other then at Y/N who was leaning all of her weight against him. “Doll I got you, fuck, stay with me okay. Steve, Sam, someone we medical service!”

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[amazingmsme]

Through a Wormhole and Among the Stars Part 2

AN: Ok so I know it’s been a big PHAT minute since I updated this fic but I can explain: I honestly forgot I hadn’t updated. I got like 3 more chapters finished so I just thought I had posted more, so sorry for such the long wait! Gonna try to post more consistently with my chaptered fics, so expect to see more of this one, as well as upcoming chapters for Preventing Apotheosis. I still need to write more for A Loyal Companion & Everlasting Avengers, so I’m not too sure when I’ll get to those. I have a few one shots in the works, so be on the lookout for those as well! Now, on with the fic!

Kirk, Bones, and Uhura were the ones who opened the small ship once it came on board. They noticed some exterior damage, as if part of it had been blown up. They called out in the mostly empty vessel, hoping for an answer and heard a groan to their right,  turning to see Eiffel slumped over in a chair. He looked like a complete wreck. He had gone bald, a few strands of hair that were still frozen were sticking up, and his skin was cracked all over his body. His fingers and toes were like bloody stumps after his nails fell off. His normally dark skin now had a sickening pale blue hue to it, and with his half closed eyes he looked like a frozen corpse. Bones widened his eyes when he saw the man who looked like he was barely clinging on. "Jesus Christ, how is he still alive?" he asked. Bones looked at him before grabbing his tricorder to scan his body, noticing he was somewhat awake. "Hey, I need you to stay awake, no good you fallin' asleep." Eiffel opened his eyes slightly only to shut them immediately. "'M already 'sleep," he mumbled, barely coherent.

Bones looked at the readings and shook his head, "Damn where do I even begin," he said in shock. He took out a hypo spray and inserted it into his neck, noticing how he tried to jerk away from the pain. It was good that he could feel that, it meant he was still responsive. "C'mon, I need you to stay awake for me," his tone was stern, but so much care was behind those words. Jim picked up his limp form and they rushed to sick bay.  

After they reached the operating room, Bones set to work and Jim and Uhura were sent back to the bridge. "I'll let you know how he's doin'," Bones told him. He nodded and left his friend to his work, letting Nurse Chapel in through the door as he slid out.

"He's got some sort of virus in his system. It's not like anything I've ever seen, almost as if it was tailored to kill him. But the weird thing is that it seems to be dormant, at least for now. Hand me the regenerator," he said and Chapel complied, handing him the tool. "Thank you. And can you give him some pain killers?" It took a while, but he was finally in a somewhat stable condition. He was still out of it, but Bones knew that was to be expected. He was still hesitant to leave him however, so he decided to stay with him a little bit longer and check up on him throughout the night. He scanned his body once more, frowning when he saw no improvement on the mysterious disease. He needed a second opinion. Damnit, he needed Spock.

They talked for a while, discussing the symptoms and his current condition, hypothesizing about possible cures and treatments. He already looked better after warming up and using the tissue regenerator: his skin wasn't as cracked and his nails were already back, even if they were thin and brittle. As they talked in a loud whisper, Eiffel began to stir, mumbling in his sleep as he tried to shift his body. They stopped talking and Bones walked over to his bed, a warm smile finding its way onto his face as he greeted him gently, "Hey, you're up. How're you feeling?"

Eiffel rubbed his head, grimacing as he tried to sit up. Bones placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back into a laying position. He groaned, "Hera, turn down the lights." Bones disregarded the name, sure he was still delirious from passing out for so long, "Unfortunately I have to have the lights on no less than 40% in sick bay, so this is as dim as they can get. I'm Doctor McCoy," he said, holding out his hand. Eiffel stared up at him in awe, "No way." He took his hand and shook it, squeezing it slightly. "Oh man, everything seems so real," he said, looking around the room in amazement.

"It is real," Bones assured, but Eiffel shook his head.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure this is all in my head. I mean, you're all just characters, so this can't be real, right?" Bones blinked in surprise and Spock turned to him, "Perhaps the wormhole we passed through brought us to a parallel universe, one in which we are not real people," he offered.

"We better talk to Jim," Bones said before turning to Eiffel, "Stay here," he ordered. "Sure thing Doc," he said flashing him a thumbs up. He waited for the door to close and checked to see if the coast was clear before he made to stand. He stumbled forth on wobbly legs before catching himself. He stared in shock at his feet that were firmly planted on the ground and stomped once, twice. He grabbed a pen off of a nearby desk and let go, watching it fall to the floor.  He wasn't floating. Maybe this was real... Or maybe it was his mind playing a cruel trick on him, trying to convince him that he was somewhere safe when he really wasn't. It wouldn't be the first time. Back on the Hephaestus he often dreamed that he was back on earth, on solid ground, and he had his normal life back. But he also had wild dreams that seemed well beyond the realm of possibility, and he was pretty sure this might be one of them. Maybe this was his version of heaven. He was a big enough nerd for it to be considered heaven.

He walked around the empty med bay and soon became bored. He knew he was told to stay put, but it was too tempting to slip out the door. If he were back on the Hephaestus, Hilbert would've just strapped him to the bed or have Minkowski or Hera track him down for him. But he wasn't on the Hephaestus, and probably never would be again... A little walk outside wouldn't hurt. Just down the hall.

He peaked out the door, checking both ways to see if anyone was coming before he stepped out. He pulled his iv stand through the door and started shuffling down the long corridor. Man, the Enterprise was a lot bigger than it looked on tv. He was half way down the hall when suddenly four people rounded the corner and they all stopped dead in their tracks. Bones was the first to recover from his shock and his expression quickly morphed into one of anger.

"What the hell did I say?" he yelled and rushed up to his patient, using his arm to help support him. It was clear that he was not happy with him, and it was honestly a little scarier than Eiffel thought it would be.

"To stay put..."

"That's right, so what are you doing out here?"

"I was bored! And c'mon, I'm on the freaking Starship Enterprise how can I not be expected to wander around?" Bones rolled his eyes, helping him back to sick bay and mumbling to himself, "Damn kid's just as bad as Kirk." Eiffel couldn't help but notice the quick smile that flashed on Kirk's face at those words and felt his heart flutter a bit.

Bones laid him back down on his bed and helped him get comfortable before taking a seat in front of him. "How're you feeling? You must be feeling pretty well considering the field trip you just took." Eiffel laughed briefly, "Yeah, I feel better than I did earlier."

Jim adjusted himself before he spoke, "I know this might be hard to talk about, but how long were you on that ship?"

Eiffel reached up to run a hand through his hair, but stopped when his fingers touched his scalp, remembering that his hair was still gone. He brought his arm back down with a dejected look that he quickly tried to mask as neutral. "Uh it's hard to say ‘cause I went in the cryo so many times, but I think a couple hundred at least? I was several thousand light years away from this base and my boosters could blast once every three days, so I'd put myself under, wake up, try the boosters, send out a distress message and repeat. I did that until I ran out of water," he explained. I'm still not convinced I'm off that fucking thing, he wanted to add.

"The state that we found you in was alarming, but I'm glad you're feeling better, just don't get up and go wandering around damnit!" Bones scolded, wanting to make his point clear. "Not only are you still weak and sick, but you could also infect other people since I don't know what the hell is wrong with you." Eiffel met his eyes, "The Decima virus..."

Everyone was very interested, but also very confused. He knew about this? And knew what it was? Bones decided he needed to get all the answers he could. "You obviously know more about this than me, so what is it, and how did you get it?" Eiffel snorted; he couldn't believe he was having to explain his disease to Doctor Leonard McCoy himself.

"Apparently I was the lab rat for a virus that's supposed to save humanity and make them stronger, but also slowly kills you since it's not perfected yet, or at least that's what I gathered from Dr. Frankenstein's fucked up excuse for injecting me with the modern black plague," Eiffel spat out and crossed his arms over his chest. He hated Hilbert for what he had done to him and betraying the whole crew, but after everything, he still missed him. The fact that knowing you'll never get the chance to see someone again, even if you can't stand them, makes you miss them. He was frustrated with himself for the fact he would give anything to see Hilbert again, because that would mean he was back with his crew. Still, he felt the bitterness rise as he spoke, "That bastard injected me with the virus after he already tested and killed Lovelace's crew, all while pretending to be my friend." He wasn't talking to them anymore, instead addressing himself out loud. "And now I'm stuck with it, and without him to keep it in check, I'll die." He stared straight ahead, refusing to look at any of them. He knew he was slowly going insane, he could feel it. His grip on reality slowly loosened and he just knew he was going to wake up on that tiny space ship surrounded by nothing but stars. He was brought out of his thoughts by two strong hands gripping his shoulders, "You're not gonna die because I won't let you." Eiffel blinked a few times and found himself staring straight into Bones' eyes, and it made him feel a little bit safer. And he believed him.

#wolf 359 #wolf 359 fic #wolf 359 crossover #star trek #star trek fic #star trek crossover #doug eiffel #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #nyota uhura #spock #hera #dr hilbert #renee minkowski #isabelle lovelace #alexander hilbert

[gothamdetected-a]

an idiot’s guide to the wayne family.

now complete with new diagrams! i wish i wash kidding, ive really made a diagram to help illustrate this.

[ follow the link here for actual visible quality. thanks tumblr.]

some points to make quickly -

• this is not complete. there were probably more siblings and wives and children, but i just focused on the main lineage i could piece together from DC knowledge

• apologies for the lack of knowledge on the women in the family past the last century. this is unfortunately common in real life too, as women were not landowners etc, and without a marriage certificate they basically don’t show up on records. dc happily talk about the male line but not about the wives and daughters so :/

• the dates are fairly made up, and especially at the bottom are just me twisting things to fit my own personal canon

• and finally, i just wanted to say that while this is pieced together from what DC have told us, there are a lot of holes that i have filled with headcanons. not all of this is canon. sometimes i just want to give a person a cool life that dc are too cowardly to do.

so, although this varies by “earth”, i have tried to combine the various histories given for pre- and post-52 waynes into a full comprehensible timeline. i’ve probably failed, but this is what i’m sticking with.   

to start with we’re supposed to believe that there was a norse guy calling himself the Bat-Man, running around in the 10th century killing frost giants. is it plausible? yes. is it exaggerated? most definitely. am i wiping it from existence because it was one issue in a faintly terrible run that has technically been retconned anyway? absolutely. ignoring that makes the earliest recorded ancestor of the wayne family a man called gawayne de weyne, a french crusader in the 14th century. on some earths he’s called lancelot wayne (too on the nose) or harold wayne (thanks i hate it), so im personally going to retcon that and just say gawayne is it. also because i love the etymological aspect of the name beginning as de weyne in old high french and it slowly changing through out the centuries. gawayne, also sometimes written as gevain, was one of the knights sent to retrieve the holy grail, but, as knights tended to do, he died. sorry gawayne. the weirdest part about all of this is that he asked for his heart to be embalmed, and there’s a plot line revolving around this (batman: scottish connection). now i’m not saying that madness runs in the family, but the waynes absolutely do not get a good head start in history. 

gawayne must have had at least one surviving heir who goes on to have babies etc etc, and eventually we get to the 16th century, and the next instance of the waynes. specifically, contarf wayne. which, i have to say, super dumb name. if i ever have a kid, im calling it contarf. so it’s now the 1500s and the waynes have somehow become scottish, probably from getting given land after crusading and that. apparently gawayne was aknight of the scottish court, despite being french, which actually happened a lot back then. literally the only notable thing contarf does with his life is build castle wayne, and i swear these people are all born with both madness and a flair for the dramatic. yes at some point bruce does go to this gloomy scottish castle where it’s always rainy and stormy and fits right on in, so that’s terrifying.

around a hundred years later nathaniel wayne tries to emigrate across to the “new world”. nathaniel likes witchhunting, and has come over to what will one day be the US following a witch fleeing from england - annie. annie who he may have dated. annie who may be pregnant with his child. good on you nathaniel, that’s a healthy relationship you’ve got right there. after the baby is delivered, he finds her and. you know, people were not kind of witches back then, so she dies. and with her dying breath, curses nathaniel and all his descendants. which includes her OWN BABY (super punk move), and one day bruce wayne. this curse manifests in very few of the extant waynes surviving beyond 40, often going mad, and absolutely tuning on each other. nathaniel’s particular grisly end comes when his is the fateful colony that ends up in what-will-one-day-be-gotham (see my idiots guide to gotham for more juicy details), releasing the deacon blackfire from his little cave and ending up missing, presumed dead. (definitely dead). this is the start of the “waynes probably should avoid gotham” saga. spoiler alert - they don’t. 

somewhere in the interluding 100 years, a branch of the waynes do actually successfully make it over into the americas. 2 brothers, caleb and thomas simon wayne, reach the east coast from britain, and go their separate ways. caleb joins a convoy heading out west, leading a wagon train, and, as so many pioneers do, he also dies, while trying to make this trip. but caleb really isnt the interesting brother here (sorry man), because what thomas gets up to is far more exciting. he settles in, lo and behold, the newly formed town of gotham, and for some strange reason (probably because all the waynes are fairly nuts, as we’ve established at this point) decides to give devil-worshipping a go. maybe its fucking curse. maybe its something in the water. maybe its maybelline. but whatever it is, thomas wayne tries to summon and ensnare the demon barbatos by killing some innocents, in a wild, but understandable, attempt to gain immortality. he doesn’t succeed. or does he. it half works - instead of summoning the bat-demon (yes the same bat-demon that the founding fathers later summon and also trap beneath gotham) he gets one of darkseid’s hyper-dimensional bounty hunters, and some how, through some space age magic, the energy of this event corrupts him into agelessness/slowed ageing, we’re not totally sure. later dear old tom pops back up as the villainous dr simon hurt, and literally fights his own descendant. DC give no fucks. 

after the whole corrupting not-magic thing, but before he disappears, thomas/simon impregnates one of his cult’s disciples. a lot. (is this why the waynes can look 30 at 50? more on this at 10) and between 1747 and 1771 (because immortal people also have immortal sperm apparently), she bears him 3 sons. probably some daughters too but again, who cares about that. not DC, that’s for damn sure. these sons are all absolutely fucking insane, just like daddy dearest. the eldest, who is LITERALLY known as “mad” anthony wayne, is said to be the spitting image of bruce, which is confirmed through some time travelling bs that we’re not going to think about. anthony and horatio wayne, the middle brother, both sign up to fight in the revolutionary war. unfortunately THE CURSE STRIKES AGAIN and horatio perishes while burning british ships. anthony goes on to becomes a brigadier general, serving directly under george washington and pulls some crazy good strategies that help to kick the british out of new jersey, earning his nickname of “mad” anthony, because only someone fucking nuts could come up with these plans, and pull them off. the youngest brother darius wayne is only 4 when the war breaks out, and is therefore too Babey to fight, but does later become notable for being the man to start construction on wayne manor. in 1795, using the money inherited from his brother horatio on his death, he hires an architect nathan van derm, to begin planning and building. sadly darius will never see it completed, with funds dwindling and his older brother’s death, eventually darius takes his own life. 

not to worry, he leaves behind 2 sons - herkimer and charles wayne. literally herkimer’s only notable feature is that he fights in the war of 1812. sorry my guy, DC hate you. charles, on the other hand, is a businessman, who manages the failing company his father had left behind and starts to grow the wayne fortune. charles buys more land surrounding the manor, as well as a lot of general gotham real estate, and is the man accrediting for starting wayne enterprises as a series of several small business, ranging from merchant trading to land ownership to mining, in 1845. however charlie contracts tuberculosis at the ripe old age of 62 and shuffles off the mortal coil. 

the oldest of his sons, charles lincoln wayne, also known as charles junior, does 2 things - begins construction on the wayne manor again in 1855 after purchasing it back from jerome k. van derm, the destitute son of the original architect, who had been living in the bones of the construcion, and uses a considerable portion of his inheritance to build the gotham botanical gardens in 1870. the next son, winslow wayne, is another enigma - the only thing mentioned about him in the comics is that he fought alongside teddy roosevelt, which i’m guessing is in the spanish-american war. but the youngest two brothers, joshua thomas and solomon zebadiah wayne are the real spicy pair. not only do they tackle the bat infestation on the manor grounds, but the pair work to change the federal system of america - joshua, when he’s not managing the wayne companies, is an abolitionist who engages in secret missions to free slaves by getting them across the border into canada, and solomon, the vaguely more sensible of the two, becomes a judge, attempting to be as fair and incorruptible as possible. sadly joshua is killed due to his slave smuggling antics (THE CURRSSEE), and this sends solomon slightly nuts, and causes him to contract the architect cyrus pinkney, who is even more nuts, to basically. build gotham. these two men are the reason 97% of buildings have gargoyles on them. 

solomon has only 1 child before he dies, who fortunately, grows up to be a very shrewd businessman capable of growing wayne ent even through with the advent of shipping and rail sectors. this man, alan wayne, constructs the original wayne tower in 1888, and it completely swamps the gotham skyline. he also marries catherine van derm, the great granddaughter of the original architect of wayne manor, and finally manage to complete and move in to the building in 1895, exactly 100 years after the project was started. for a while they are very happy, and catherine falls pregnant. but this darn curse just won’t leave these wayne boys alone, and in 1897, catherine dies giving birth to their son, kenneth wayne. a year later, lost and traumatised and going insane thinking about his wife’s death alan wayne mysteriously disappears (read as: fell down a well and was maybe or maybe not tortured and killed by the court of owls). 

kenneth wayne, raised as virtually an orphan, turns out to have his papa’s business management skills, and, foreseeing america's impending industrialisation in the 20s and 30s, makes some risky moves that pay off, including the advent of wayne chemicals, and wayne ent expands yet again. kenneth, like the recurring pattern that you can see here, dies fairly early due to WW2 however, leaving his wife laura to care for their 4 sons AND the company, which she does like a boss ass bitch. seriously, women barely had the vote and she was already a titan of industry and raising 4 teenage boys like. massive props to you babe. these boys are

ishmael wayne, a whaler who is an incredible parody of captain ahab and also dies trying to catch a white whale, elwood wayne, who goes and reclaims what is now called waynemoor castle in scotland, living there until his death, silas wayne, who may or may not be a thief posing as a wayne because the real silas died, AND at long last, patrick wayne - bruce’s granpappy, who founded the wayne tech arm of the company at 20 years old, aiding the war effort, and where this stupidly long post ends, because there is 0 point in me recounting the lives of thomas, bruce, or any of his children. everyone knows them. could i write more about thomas’ siblings and the kanes and how they tie in? yes. but this post is like 2100 words long and i want to sleep at some point today so this will have to do askjdbjsdhgf

#im #this is virtually incomprehensible #\system\directory\hidden.txt ›› META #long post /

[reikunrei]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

I was tagged by @mbejus thanks!! :3c havent done one of these in a million years

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: i do not have one! my comb is black tho

2. Name a food you never eat?: applesauce, can’t stand the texture lol

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: i tend to be both but more often run too warm. i run warm but i get cold real easy

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: playing breath of the wild!!

5. What is your favorite candy bar?: crunch bars i think :3

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: i think so? maybe?

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “love you too” to my grandma on the phone

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: chocolate peanut butter!!

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: good ol’ water

10. Do you like your wallet?: not really LOL it’s really feminine looking and falling apart but at least it holds all my random receipts that i forget to throw away

11. What was the last thing you ate?: some pumpkin bread i baked the other day!

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: nope

13. The last sporting event you watched?: probably a baseball game w andy?? cant remember who specifically was playing tho

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: caramel!

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: also my grandma LOL

16. Ever go camping?: yeah a lot! haven’t in a lil bit tho

17. Do you take vitamins?: nope

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?: absolutely not lmao never stepped inside a church i dont think

19. Do you have a tan?: no i am Very White

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: chinese food!!

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?: not usually

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: always patterned always different colors

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: i mean yeah a little! just the usual like 7 mph above or whatever and sometimes have gone a little above 10 mph over if im going downhill and dont notice it right away

24. What terrifies you?: the future lol. but also spiders inside my bedroom

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: my school stuff i brought home w me sitting on the floor bc i dont have room for it anywhere else lol

26. What chore do you hate?: vacuuming (too noisyyy)

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: i think probs steve irwin?? or just animal people in general

28. What’s your favorite soda?: i dont really drink soda, but i do like the san pellegrino grapefruit flavored soda!

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: usually just the drive thru, but it depends on the situation!

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?: my mom

31. Favorite cut of beef?: i have no idea LOL been making a good mongolian beef recipe w flank steak lately and i like that texture sooo maybe flank?

32. Last song you listened to?: The Greatest Show from the greatest showman hdjshdf

33. Last book you read?: currently in the middle of lotr the two towers but havent picked it up in a while

34. Favorite day of the week?: rn it’s mondays bc that means my mom is working and won’t bug me very much

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: i dont think so

36. How do you like your coffee?: replace it with hot chocolate and ur good

37. Favorite pair of shoes?: my full black hightop converse

38. The time you normally go to sleep?: lately it’s been anywhere from 11:30 PM-12:30 AM

39. The time you normally get up?: anywhere from 8:30-9:30 AM

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: depends, but i think visually i like sunsets more

41. How many blankets on your bed?: 2 (my duvet and my weighted blanket)

42. Describe your kitchen plates: all white and very flat

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: i dont drink alcohol lol

44. Do you play cards?: sometimes!

45. What color is your car?: silver

46. Can you change a tire?: i never have before but i feel like i could figure it out!

47. Your favorite province?: we dont have provinces in the us and ive never been anywhere that has a province LOL but i will say i learned i like arizona state landscapes more than anything else so that’s my answer

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?: the wood and metal shop at school!!! sad i didnt get to say a proper goodbye to them all :(

49. How did you get your biggest scar?: i have a very faded scar on my outer right thigh (can really only see it after i’ve taken a hot shower and stretch the skin a certain way). i got it in high school when we were running the mile, and i jumped around a group of people who were blocking the thin walkway and scraped my leg along what was probably an old piece of chain link fence. it was maybe 8-10 inches long up my thigh, and it bled pretty good. had to wear bandaids and a leg wrap under my pants for about a week until it healed enough

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?: uuuuuh wished my mom a happy mother’s day

I tag: whoever wants to do it !!!

#i say things

[queerlynx]

tagged by @elinaline​ lets fucking go 

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

my what (have you seen my hair, seriously) 

2. name of a food you never eat?

garlic and i WILL die on that hill 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?

always too fucking warm. im literally never cold. people ask me 10x/day ‘arent you cold’ even tho ive told them 1000x that no, i am never cold 

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

i think i was still at the shops or maybe getting ready to go to the shops? 

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

always a slut for a snickers 

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event?

i dont think so? what would i do there anyways ……oh wait no i went along to a professional tennis game w my ex’s brother i think? i can barely remember it was like 6 years ago 

7. what is the last thing you said out loud?

genuinely can’t remember even tho it was probs less than 15mn ago to my flatmate. most likely something about the cat being cute. or maybe it was TO the cat. who knows. 

8. what is your favourite ice cream?

chocolate probably? or banana? banana and chocolate is also good 

9. what is the last thing you had to drink?

lemonade cause thats all i drink 

10. do you like your wallet?

it’s BB-8!!! so yeah of fucking course 

11. what was the last thing you ate?

a bagel w blue cheese laughing cow, ham, and one of them shitty toastie super processed cheese slices 

12. did you buy any new clothes last week?

me and whose money lmaoo i can barely afford food rn 

13. last sporting event you watched?

nope 

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn?

recently ive discovered you can drizzle maple syrup on popcorn and oh boy. other than that probs salted caramel sauce. but like i almost never have popcorn 

15. who was the last person you sent a message to?

im gonna assume this is any message and not just tumblr, in which case it was my fiancé @yearningcurve on whatsapp 

16. ever go camping?

i love camping but last time i went was at least 6 years ago ): 

17. do you take vitamins?

lol no 

18. do you go to church every Sunday?

………moving swiftly on 

19. do you have a tan?

i avoid sunlight like the plague so i’ll let you figure that one out 

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

probs pizza but i like both 

21. do you drink soda with a straw?                      

i chug it straight from the bottle lol who’s got the time 

22. what colour socks do you wear?

im almost constantly barefoot unless i HAVE to put on shoes and even then i won’t always put socks on if i’m not gonna be outside for long 

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?

im always p much 5mph above the speed limit (fun fact, the display in cars shows your speed as roughly 2mph higher than it actually is, you can check it against a gps on your phone; AND speed cameras allow for +5mph anyway, so why the fuck wouldnt i be) 

24. what terrifies you?

like in general?? people leaving me, rejecting me, abandoning me, cutting me out, hating me in secret; not being a good person or liked or useful; people thinking i’m annoying or embarrassing or ridiculous or boring; the list goes on 

25. look to your left what do you see?

a very roumd and somft kitty :3 

26. what chore do you hate?

anything administrative or on the phone. i dont think it counts as chores but i genuinely enjoy tidying and cleaning so. 

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

i cant tell an australian accent when i hear one 

28. what’s your favourite soda?

lemonade, or fanta 

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?

ever since ive gotten a car p much always drive thru cause why would i sit in a crowded fast food restaurant w screeching kids and angry karens when i could enjoy my disgusting feast in my own home??? 

30. who was the last person you talked to?

IRL that’d be my flatmate 

t31. favourite cut of beef?

sirloin 

32. last song you listened to?

Echoes by the Rapture, it played on my shuffle in my car and reminded me of how good Misfits was lmao 

33. last book you read?

it would’ve been over seven or eight years ago. can’t remember. 

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?

z y x w v u t s r q p o n m l k j i h g f e d c b a 

apparently so but it took a while tbh 

35. how do you like your coffee?

i mostly drink flat whites w hazelnut when i drink coffee but tbh despite being a barista w a professional grade home coffee machine i barely ever drink any outside of work lmao 

36. favourite pair of shoes?

grinders boots AND my trans pride converses. can’t pick between them soz 

37. the time you normally go to bed?

really is no normal. anytime between midnight and like up to 5am esp rn during lockdown. i never went to sleep last night actually i’ve been awake for like 28h now 

38. the time you normally wake up?

see above. anytime between 10am and like 6pm depending on when i went to bed. outside of lockdown i would wake up exactly an hour before i have work, so anytime between 5am-11am 

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

sunsets but i really love both 

40. how many blankets are on your bed?

one bedsheet and one soft blanket 

41. describe your kitchen plates?

they’re green. nobody is surprised 

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

cider. i be drinkin that shit like its juice 

43. do you play cards?

not really altho on lockdown i’ve taught my flatmates a french card/money game called Nain Jaune and they enjoy it so that makes me happy 

44. what colour is your car?

dark red like……burgundy kinda? 

45. can you change a tire?

probably not lol 

46. your favourite province?

province of what lol. either way it’s Brittany. 

47. favourite job you’ve had?

ive only ever had the one lmao so, barista it is 

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

top surgery (’: 

49. what did you do today that made someone happy?

fuck if i know. i guess i made coffee for my flatmates but like i do it everyday so they p much expect it by now i dont think it makes them any happier or like if it does they dont really say it rip 

not a big fan of tagging ppl so just. do it if you wanna lol 

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[cloudslou]

50 questions you’ve never been asked.

thank u for tagging me @skippingdown16thavenue​!!!

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? uhh brown? its wooden so

2. a food you never eat? meat!! im vegetarian 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm! i overheat soooo easily

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? walking british girl tiktoks on youtube

5. what is your favourite candy bar? anything w caramel

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yeah! at least one baseball game, and a lot of college football growing up if that counts

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "okay”

8. what is your favourite ice cream? mint chocolate chip

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? coffee

10. do you like your wallet? yes it ugly and brown and leather and i stole it from a salvation army

11. what was the last thing you ate? rice+corn and some bread for dinner

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope ive been in quarantine for 3 weeks now

13. the last sporting event you watched? uhhhh it been way too long for me to remember, but maybe there was some football on the tv last thanksgiving

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? uhh like. regular?

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my two best friends

16. ever go camping? yes! just once

17. do you take vitamins? nope

18. do you go to church every sunday? lol no

19. do you have a tan? uh no

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? chinese food 100%

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? no!

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? most of mine are pattered black and white (spots, stripes, etc)

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? ive never driven before in my life

24. what terrifies you? spiders

25. look to your left, what do you see? my pillow w a purple pillowcase

26. what chore do you hate? cleaning my room

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? a summer camp i used to go to/work at where most of our counselors/my co-workers were aussie!

28. what’s your favourite soda? coke i guess

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? depends, if it fast food usually drive thru cus we’re on our way somewhere 

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my family at dinner

31. favourite cut of beef? i’m a vegetarian

32. last song you listened to? too young by louis tomlinson is playing on spotify as i type this

33. last book you read? "fierce people”

34. favourite day of the week? saturday ig

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? uhhh like if i really thought about it

36. how do you like your coffee? any way!! i love coffee and i am so not picky w it. i used to drink it black but now i’ll usually put some creamer in it 

37. favourite pair of shoes? some black boots!

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? like 12am-1am?

39. at what time do you normally get up? 8:30am! every morning

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2!

42. describe your kitchen plates. they r white. they r basic. 

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? hmm a nice champagne w friends or rum+coke at a party (but im not picking like. at all.)

44. do you play cards? not rlly????

45. what colour is your car? i don’t have one

46. can you change a tire? nope

47. what is your favourite province? province of where. where did this ask game originate. 

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? my current work study job! i’m the manager of my school’s community garden! (not rn tho. rn im at home and cant leave the house.)

49. how did you get your biggest scar? im not sure i have any significant scars

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? i played with my cat and gave him dinner early! <3 :D

i’m tagging @essercipertuttienonperse @hs2live @technicallysideacc @ijustkeepondancing !! no pressure tho if you’ve already done it/dont wanna do it!

#thank you astraea for the tag!!!!!! #about me