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linksthoughtbrambles · 1 year ago

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The First Step in All Cases

A little totk fic for Linktober 2023 Day 8 Prompt: Constructs. 1200 words.

AaaaaAAAAND face-plant. Of course.

Somewhere along the line, he really thought he’d gotten better at this. All that Calamity-smiting might’ve gone to his head.

(Definitely, it definitely had, because he let Zelda he let Zelda fall)-

“No,” he said with a sputter of grass, grit, and adorable little purple petals (What were those? They didn’t taste half-bad) from his mouth, the sting of a long scratch the full length of his face an annoying reminder of his utter lack of elixirs and determination to find out where the frick they went whenever he got home.

He ignored the downed wing behind him and jogged toward the nearest ruined foundation. The conditions here had preserved materials so well. Maybe he’d find something to patch himself up-

-like a cookpot! Link smiled, huffing at the similarity between those strewn about Hyrule and this ancient example, sitting near the center of a home from far longer ago than the previous Calamity.

“Okay, except I don’t have any monster parts. Could make myself some dinner, though-“

“BrbrEEEEEbr.”

Link’s feet returned to the stone, his first coherent thought being gratitude at not face-planting for the second time in two minutes.

“Allow me to offer unsolicited advice,” the sneaky steward construct said. It meandered toward Link, though it didn’t enter the ancient footprint of the house.

“…Uh,” Link said.

“Are you going this direction?”

Link glanced at the hands it held loosely, the fingers dangling and not at all pointing any particular way. “…Uhh-“

“This mountain path is especially rugged.”

Link looked around. “What mountain pa-“

“You must take your environment into account when traveling.”

“…Right. Hey, I don’t know how much Rauru clued you in, here, but I kept my memory this time. Totally got this.“

“I have developed guidelines for traveling this mountain path.”

“Guidelines, really? That’s great- I think I’m all set, though-”

“Shall I tell you them?”

“Uh. I think I got it. Stay warm, right? Yep. All set.”

The construct cocked its head at him.

Its strangely adorable head.

“…Don’t give me those dangly robot earrings.”

“Allow me to offer unsolicited advice.”

‘Please?’ its sideways face said in a way only mysteriously non-metallic rigid features can.

Link loosed a sharp sigh, nodding to himself. He could spend a few minutes listening to a robot who’d been lonely for tens of thousands of years, couldn’t he? Zelda was safe and here, right? Of course, she was. He saw the glow lift her up. She’s up here in the temple, and he just has to get in.

“Let’s hear it!” Link said.

Something vaguely stern seemed to enter the construct’s inanimate stance. “Very well.”

Link swallowed, hands on his hips to ride this out.

“Fire is a crucial tool when traveling the mountain path.”

Oh dear Hylia. “Damn right!”

“A fire can be used either to cook or to warm yourself.”

“Yep.”

“I recommend using flint as a Fire starter.”

“Fantastic recommendation.”

“Place flint next to a bundle of wood. Then strike it with a metallic or stony weapon.”

Dear Goddess, it really does think I have no idea.

“This is my recipe for fire.”

Link blinked. “That’s- amazing. It’s mine, too!”

“There are several other methods. But it is best to internalize the basics first.”

“Makes sense. You know, you can also use red chu chu jelly-“

“Would you like to hear about cooking?”

That sounded more interesting. Ancient cooking? “Yes, please! Teach me about cooking!”

“You can cook anytime and anywhere.”

Wow. Optimistic robot.

“All you need is a pot with a lit fire.”

“Oh. I- know about pots-“

“One method of cooking-“

“-I use them all the time.”

“-is simply to throw random ingredients into the pot.”

“I’m a pretty good cooOOH RANDOM?”

“Others are more careful.”

“I’m sorry, did you just start a newbie’s cooking lesson with ‘put RANDOM things in a pot?’”

“This is the best way to make meals that can warm you up.”

“Wait wait wait, careful how? You have to be specific! A newbie needs clear instructions!”

“Other effects are also possible.”

“Yeah, true, but let’s start with the basics-”

“Insects and monster parts are not edible.”

“No no no no, you don’t start with stuff you don’t put in the pot-“

“Do not cook horns or guts with food.”

“I don’t tell people ‘by the way, don’t put a bunch of soap in a cookpot’ and then send them off to cook their first meal!”

“Save these parts as materials for elixirs.”

“Elixirs?! You haven’t talked about cooking normal food yet!”

“Elixirs are also helpful in the mountains.”

“So are pants! That doesn’t make them part of a good first cooking lesson!”

“They are an alternate way to warm your body or recover stamina.”

“Noted, but-“

“The first step in all cases is to start a fire.”

Oh- okay, maybe this is where the cooking lesson starts.

“This is all I can tell you. Take care.”

Link’s palm struck his forehead with a loud smack. “You’re- kidding me!”

“Do not worry if you forget any of this.”

“I wish I could, but I think my forgetting days are over-“

“I am not going anywhere.”

Link stared at the construct.

10,000-plus years… for this? This poor thing knew literally nothing about cooking, yet was doomed to wander the sky island for all eternity to expel its meager wisdom to random passersby?

“No. No, this is not cool,” Link said.

“BrbrEEEEEBrrr,” cooed the construct. It turned as if to attend its other duties.

“Eh- Allow me to offer unsolicited advice!” Link said.

“BrbrEEEErrEebr?” Its head cocked at Link.

“I happen to actually be a good cook,” Link said.

It stared at him.

“I- gh- hmm.” Link grimaced. “I… have developed guidelines for cooking simple, nourishing meals!” he said with a smile. “Shall I tell you them?”

The construct’s head shifted back, the earring-like structures jangling in a way reminiscent of a Hylian retriever’s ears. “I will listen.”

Link approached the construct with a grin and took its hand. “Follow me to the cookpot, please.”

“Brr-brr-eEEe.” It didn’t budge.

“What is it?”

“I have not been invited into my masters’ home.”

A small, half-smile touched Link’s face. “I… live here, now. I’m inviting you in.”

“BrbrEEee.”

The construct crossed the threshold without resistance.

“Okay,” Link said with a clap of his hands and a delve into his Korok pouch. “There are three ways to cook in a cookpot. You can cook in water, cook in fat, or you can dry-roast. Um.” Link pulled out a raw pigeon carcass he’d already cleaned—he’d had half a mind to cook it before the construct spoke to him anyway. “Perfect. This is raw bird—pigeon!—it has some of its own fat, so we’ll just go ahead and roast it.” Link smirked and eyed his artificial friend. “…What do you think the first step is?”

“The first step in all cases is to start a fire.”

Link nodded. “You got it.”

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Epilogue:

“And if you collect enough of these and grind them down really fine, you make flour, and if you cook that in fat you make a roux, and there are all sorts of things you can do with that!”

“Brbrrreeee!” the construct chimed.

#linktober #linktober 2023 #linktober day 8 #constructs #comedy #mostly #but i love the constructs #in a serious narrative way too #totk #tears of the kingdom #on the great sky island

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blazeberrychaos · 2 years ago

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Ok so I’ve decided to make a cuphead fanfic revolving around my characters. So before we get to the cast here are some stuff about my version of inkwell

Inkwell Woods~

Since there already is an Isle 4 so i have decided that to make this inkwell woods which is located on the main three isles but it’s separated by a die house like the other isles but on the other end of the die house is a very well built bridge,at the end of that bridge is Inkwell woods!

Inkwell Hell~

Ok so my version of inkwell hell is basically normal inkwell hell but there are a couple of…score boards,what are those score boards for? It tells you from 1st place to very last place who is the most dangerous person and it shows where they are the minute someone walks in so their score is on there when they walk in basically!

And the rest of inkwell is basically the same!

Anywho on to the CAST!!! YAY!!

Misty Flame:

~he is a rather…aggressive animatronic

~he is also a murder…and is one of the reasons people usually go missing in Inkwell woods

~possessed by 6 lost souls,who also happened to be kids (i know i know very FNAF like)

~he…uhh…he basically eats his victims mostly when they’re dead but sometimes eats them alive…

~also on the score board he actually knocked the devil down to 2nd place and took his spot as 1st place (i will get to why he is in the fanfic)

Maura:

~not from hell despite other people saying such

~also hates the fact that people always say that she is from hell

~she is sassy

~also VERY moody

~dating Allison

~not exactly friendly to others…other than her family and girlfriend

~also a murder (most of these characters are murders unless is state it as such)

~also in the photo she has a demon tail i just forgot to add it

Claws:

~another murder

~very mischievous

~has a bit of a staring problem

~has a crush on Virus

Hunter:

~yes…another murder

~not very talkative

~uses an oversized bow and arrow

~very quick thinking

~also very fast in speed

~can fly as well

Blink:

~ok i know you are tired of this but i am listing the murderers first to get them out of the way

~she kills people with a crossbow

~has a crush on Hunter

~very vocal

Bloody Thorn (aka Bloody.T):

~doesn’t talk much

~dating Bloody Brandon

~doesn’t kill as much as the others but still kills from time to time

~loves roses

Bloody Brandon (aka B.B):

~dating Bloody.T

~very talkative so he usually speaks up for Bloody.T when he can’t

~….also a god damn murder

~drinks straight up blood!

~loves toast with blood orange jelly

Blindspot:

~completely eyeless

~he isn’t a murder at all but he can and will bite…he also eats humans like Misty does so whenever Misty kills someone he usually goes there to eat with him

~he can run very fast…if he wanted to

~despite his atrocious eyesight he has amazing smell and hearing

~doesn’t really talk but barks,growls,and whines

~also needs Stitches to get around

Stitches:

~a very insane person…put this man in a MENTAL HOSPITAL!!!IN A PADDED ROOM!!!

~laughs a lot for no reason

~he kills people with an axe

~likes music and can sometimes be seen using an electric guitar

~loves comedy

Patches:

~he kills people with a spear

~he loves watching horror films

~has a crush on Hazard

~doesn’t fear death at all

….ok so this going to be part 1/?

Because I’m on mobile and i can only put 10 photos in here so stay tuned

#cuphead #cuphead oc #multifandom oc #oc stuff

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years ago

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D-DAY Chapter 3 | 181 Days Before

TW: Brief mention of suicide

His chest was tight, squeezed by impending deadlines and the buzz of caffeine. Tim wandered into the dining hall as the numbness sparked tingles from his cheeks down to his fingertips. When was the last time I ate? I need rest.

I need her.

Just on cue, Marinette emerged, carrying a feather duster. She gave him a worried once-over and asked, "Are you okay?"

His lips drew into a fine line. "Yeah, just tired."

She put the duster away before wiping her hands on her apron. "You should sleep. I can make you some tea."

"I—I don't think it's a good idea. I might not wake up in time."

"Let's take a break then." She moved closer to him to feel his forehead with the back of her hand. "Why don't we go out to the gardens? Get some fresh air?"

Tim snuck a peek outside. The sky was unusually clear, letting in a shower of light that wasn't too harsh nor too little. The shadows of the trees were safe havens if they wanted to sprawl on the grass.

"That sounds nice." He nodded weakly.

"I'll fetch a basket and my sketchpad first." Marinette's embroidered apron came loose. "It'll be a picnic."

A picnic date, Tim supplied in his head. He told her that he was going to fetch something, and sprinted up to his bedroom to grab a camera and an old skateboard.

With all their things packed, they ventured to the middle of the gardens, choosing a comfy spot sandwiched between two trees. The checkered blanket fluttered in the breeze as Marinette laid it down. Meanwhile, Tim helped take out the packed pastries from the basket. Scents of cinnamon, cherries, and chocolate drifted out.

"Are you still doing that design? The one with the hitched collar?" He glanced at her sketchpad. The button up had caught his attention before, when she was drawing it.

" Notched collar." She crossed her legs, flipping a page open. "I'm changing it to a dress with a patterned A-line."

He'd come to know about Marinette's talent for artistry, and whenever they saw each other, she'd ask him about his thoughts on her design. He'd try his best to point out which ones he liked. 'This one's comfy'. 'I'd wear this to a gala'. 'This one would look good on you'.

She'd take his opinions to heart, listening intently while he spoke albeit knowing so little about fashion. His stomach would tie in knots every night he replayed her keen eyes and focused expression.

Marinette flipped to another page where two designs were sketched out, exact replicas of each other except for the sleeves. "What about this one? Bell or butterfly sleeve?"

He scooted closer to her, taking a bite from his banana muffin. "This one's the bell, right?" She nodded. "Uhh, the bell adds some volume but the butterfly one fits more into the blouse."

"Butterfly it is." She took a raspberry danish as she made the modifications.

Marinette held up her sketchbook at another angle. "So you brought a camera."

"An old hobby." He swiped a finger at the controls, opening up his old gallery to show her. There were old photos of the skyline and the mundane Gotham days. "I fell out of it because I got busy and all."

"Those look beautiful, Tim!" Marinette marveled, bringing a rosy hue to his cheeks. "Can you take a photo of me?"

"Of you?"

"Or—or anything you want! If you want to practice again."

"I'll take one of you." Of your beauty . He smiled. "Just sit and sketch. Don't mind the camera."

Marinette was slightly tensed up, but she continued drawing, making small strokes and sticking her gaze on the paper. Tim's heart sped up as he captured the shots. It had been a while since he took proper pictures of people. Pictures that were made for memories and nostalgia, and not for investigations.

He left her alone in her own bubble for a while and moved on to snapping other pictures: the sky, the fallen leaves, their food. He even chanced upon a ladybug on a nearby flower patch. The tranquility was something he had become unfamiliar with. He forgot how freeing it was to do something he loved.

Marinette leaned on one hand to look over his shoulder. "Can I see?"

"Go ahead." One by one, they went through the shots. Tim realized he'd taken more pictures of her than anything else.

"Send me everything. I'll print them out and hang them up somewhere," she told him. "I love the ladybug one. Reminds me of home."

"Why? Do you usually spot ladybugs in Paris?"

She was hesitant in answering. "Sometimes. They bring luck and healing."

"I'll make sure to find more for you then." He browsed through more of the photos. "Do you miss home?"

". . . A little bit."

"What's it like there?"

Marinette pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, not meeting his eyes. "It's lively. For me, it's really the city of romance. I don't remember a day when I haven't found a piece of inspiration from it."

He didn't remember if he'd visited before. Wayne Industries had a branch in the city, but he wasn't in charge of handling reports coming from it.

"I'd love to visit with you someday."

"Su—sure. Someday."

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When the pastries were nothing but crumbs, they pushed their stuff to one corner of the blanket and laid down on their sides facing each other. Having Marinette close was a spectacular sight; he could see the freckles dotting across her nose and the slight wrinkles on the corner of her eyes as she laughed.

"Thanks for bringing me out here, Marinette," he said softly.

Her hand moved up to poke his cheek. "Photosynthesized enough?"

"Yeah." His smile went from ear to ear. Her hand traveled up to his hair, making him shiver. "I always bury myself in work that I forget to just . . . breathe."

She raked her hand through his locks. "If I wasn't around, what would happen to you?"

"Alfred will probably dunk me into bed every six to seven business days," he drawled. "It wouldn't be a proper rest."

"Tim. You can't do that to yourself every time." His breath hitched at the way her hand moved over his scalp. "I've been there. It's not fun doing anything if you're wearing yourself down."

Tim's voice lowered to a delicate whisper. "I know, but if I keep myself busy, my work can distract me. From—from—"

"Being lonely?" She knew him so well.

"I'm so afraid. If I slip up just once, I'll lose everything I have. If I don't keep up with work, I'll be useless. Worthless.

I feel like an intruder, like I don't belong here," he confessed. "I don't deserve anything I have right now."

He was always standing on the edge, threatening to fall over anytime. The others always needed a favor from him. Those were the only times they gave him attention. If he didn't have her, he didn't know what would happen to him.

"You do. You're not a stranger. You're part of your family." Her thumb caressed his cheek. "They love you. I know they do. They just don't know how much you need them right now. You can talk to them."

His eyes closed for a moment. Was that really how she saw it? Was he the one overreacting?

"If they don't listen, then you have me. I'll be here for you," she said. "It's okay for you to rely on someone else."

So close.

They had inched towards each other, so dangerously close. Their noses barely touched and their breaths mingled. His gaze flitted towards her lips.

"Mari—"

"I like you a lot," she breathed out.

His eyes widened a fraction. His head blanked out.

"I want to stay by your side. Spend everyday with you like this," she continued.

He wanted to say that he felt the same, and he had been anxious that she didn't see him in a romantic way so he kept his distance. He wanted to say that she meant so much to him but it drove him insane thinking of her leaving some day.

"I like you too."

But before she could say anything, Tim abruptly sat up, face heating up. "I—I uhh, do you want to learn how to skateboard? I brought my old skateboard out and maybe I can teach you how to ride it, and um, we can go to the front of the manor and —wait we should get you a helmet and kneepads 'cause you're so clumsy outside of the kitchen . . ."

She bit back a smile at his babbling. "Sure, I'd love to learn."

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Marinette set down the matching coffee cups on the countertop. She was pouring the drink when Dick came into the dimly lit kitchen.

"Hey Mars." She noted his exhausted features. "Can I ask for advice?"

"Of course. How can I help?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with Tim lately, right?"

"Yes," she replied slowly, putting down the thermos.

"He sent a message earlier and . . ." Dick trailed off, struggling for the right words.

"He told you about how he felt." Marinette's eyebrows shot up. When she had told Tim to talk to his family, she didn't expect him to start so soon.

"Have we really been neglecting him?" Dick's voice was strained. She could see the evident stress from him, the dread and guilt coming from hurting his brother.

"He's still preoccupied with work," Marinette explained. "But when he's free, he says he has no one to talk to and that's why he visits the manor more often."

Dick mumbled a few words to himself. She caught some familiar names: Tim's friends.

"I don't think you meant to hurt him." She offered a small smile. "Everyone gets too swamped in their own lives at some point. It just happens."

Dick heaved out a sigh. "Is he mad at me?"

"He didn't say he was mad . . . and it doesn't seem like he is. He's frustrated but he won't hold a grudge." Her fingers drummed on the edge of the tray in contemplation. "Just talk to him. Smooth things over. He won't push you away because he needs you."

"I'm really sorry you got involved—"

Her eyes steeled. "Don't be. I care about Tim." More than you can ever know . "I understand what he's going through and I want to help him as much as I can."

Dick seemed to examine her, partially carrying an air of doubt. She could see why: she was a newcomer, not yet someone they could fully trust. Most of them barely interacted with her since they didn't stay in the manor. If the Waynes thought she was trying to manipulate Tim, she wouldn't be surprised.

"What do you suggest I do?" Dick asked.

Her shoulders rose and fell. "Spend time with him. It doesn't matter what you do—as long as you're there, Tim's fine with it. If you can't, make a promise and keep it."

He coughed. "Thanks for that. I'll try to talk to the old man too. Pretty sure he also got his own message."

"Ah, for Mr. Wayne, I think it's better to not interfere. He should go to Tim on his own." She raised the tray holding one coffee cup on a saucer, along with a teaspoon. "Why don't you bring this to him?"

"Nah, he's going to think you forced me or something," he declined. "I'll talk to him first thing in the morning . . . or when he wakes up."

Bidding goodbye, he exited the kitchen to rest in his bedroom. Marinette stared at the direction he went off to. At least one of them came right away. Dick also had a lot on his plate, and she could tell that he'd get distressed if he couldn't meet those responsibilities. A tendency for self-sacrifice.

She added her own mug to the tray, picked up the set, and headed to Tim's bedroom. As for Jason, I'm sure he cares a lot but the tension between the two of them might make him hesitate. The same goes for Damian. Still, she hoped they could ease into good terms.

Marinette found Tim hunched over a stack of papers on his desk. She placed the cups on a safe spot and saw that the papers weren’t the usual ones he had. “What are those?” she asked, pulling up a seat.

Tim stretched his arms, taking his coffee with a small ‘thanks’. “I took a break the whole day so I thought I should get into another hobby of mine. Cold cases. I try to solve them or look for leads.”

Her eyes scanned over the long paragraphs. There were photos of evidence, suspect profiles, and crime scene details scattered all over the table. “Interesting. What’s the case you’re working on right now?”

“This one was dismissed as a suicide but it’s clearly not one.” His finger hovered over the notes scribbled at the edge of one page. “There are signs of struggle, and traces of another person in the crime scene. But police weren’t able to identify a suspect and the gun was the victim’s, so they wrapped it up quickly.”

Marinette frowned as she read the list of clues. “Wouldn’t the traces left behind lead to the culprit?”

“I checked the evidence, but they look like they were tampered with. The perpetrator obviously made an effort to make the clues misleading.” Tim gestured at another set of notes. “See, there was stuff left behind that the victim never owned and all of them didn’t have any fingerprints or DNA samples.”

“Hmm, they could still be the victim’s,” she considered. “Have you looked into their origins?”

“Actually, not yet.” He immediately grabbed his laptop, eyes shining. “I completely forgot. There might be receipts from their purchase or something. You're a genius, Mari."

"It's not much." She hid her face behind her mug.

"It's everything. You're amazing. You always are." She sucked in a breath when he took her hand and squeezed it.

"Do you think you can share some cases with me?" She picked up a folder with stapled papers inside. "I want to try looking over them too."

"Sure, I'll send you the ones I compiled with complete evidence."

They ended up losing sleep over long discussions on the mysteries. Theories went from outlandish ones to downright conspiratorial. They'd laugh, drink coffee, and jot down their notes on the spaces between the lines until finally, they both fell asleep resting against each other.

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#d-day #timari #timinette #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake #ggomoz #maribat fanfic #maribat fic #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #enjoy the fluff while it lasts

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Live

Colson talks about you on an Instagram live.

Request: “Hi! Can you do an image where mgk is dating the reader and she’s like really badass and like has a lot of tattoos and is maybe also a rapper, and he’s just talking about how much he loves her (maybe in an interview) and the fans think she’s cooler than Kells :)”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 755

Kells was in the middle of an Instagram live when her name popped up in the comments. It was an innocent question,

@mgkfanz: How are you and Y/N?

But once her name was brought up, it never left the comment section. Colson could feel the heat rushing up his neck, awkwardly laughing. “Uhh, Y/N’s good, she’s in the studio right now, otherwise I would make her say hi.”

The fans were quick to notice the color of his cheeks.

He’s blushing!

Never thought I’d see the day mgk simped over someone

How does it feel to have a gf who’s cooler than you?

That comment made Colson laugh, his hand instinctively coming up to cover his face. “I would argue and say that she’s not cooler than me, but you already know she is.”

“If you ever got the opportunity, would you guys record something together?” Kells read the next question to himself, “for sure, one hundred. She’s too cool to work with me, though.”

What is your favorite song of hers?

“Oh, “Mindfuck” for sure. That song goes hard. I mean, all her shit slaps but that’s my favorite.”

Have you ever written a song about your relationship?

“Oh, hell yeah, she’s my muse, I’ve written a lot about her.” He read another question, “anything I’ve released? Absolutely, but that’s for me to know and you guys to guess.”

“This is a good one,” he said as the comment scrolled past. “If you could never rap again or you could never kiss Y/N again, which one would you choose? I’d lose rapping, no doubt.” The comments flooded in, enraged at his decision. “Guys, just because I can’t rap doesn’t mean I can’t still make music. I just can’t make rap music. I’ll just make Y/N rap for me.” He chuckled to himself.

Who has better style?

“Have you seen her? She does, obviously. But to be fair, she makes everything look good, so.” He shrugged.

Which tattoo of hers is your fav?

Colson thought about that one for a moment, “honestly, this is gonna sound lame, but she has a queen of hearts tattoo in the same place that I have my king of spades tattoo. But other than that one, I’d say the one on her arm that looks like a patch. You guys know which one, it looks like a patch with The Adict’s logo on it? That one is fuckin sick.”

Can we please stop talking about Y/N? This shit’s annoying

Colson saw the comment and scoffed, rolling his eyes. Typically, he’d ignore the comments, but he’d been in a very proud mood today. “I’ll talk about whatever I want on my stream. Go watch something else if you don’t like it. My girl’s a badass and I’m gonna talk about it.”

The comment section flooded with support for Y/N,

Y/N is the best thing about this stream, loser

We stan Y/N in this live

#Y/Nthebadass

It’s like you’re trying to get beat tf up. Send me your location, I just wanna talk

He chuckled as he read through what he could catch.

How did you guys meet?

“It was like fate or something, I swear to god. I’d known who she was for a while and I was like, if I ever meet her, I need to get her number, even though I knew there was no way in hell she’d go out with me. But one night we just happened to be in the same city on separate tours on the same night at the same club. I think I was staring at her for a good 30 minutes before she walked over to me and gave me her number. Like I was trying to figure out how to approach her because I’m awkward as fuck and then she just came up and started talking to me. I was in fucking heaven. Then when we both got back to LA after our tours we started going out and shit. Then the stay-at-home order happened so she started coming over and then she just moved in because it was easier than her driving home all the time.”

Whenever Y/N’s brought up he starts rambling its adorable

Can’t believe you were too nervous to ask her out

“Dude,” Colson raised his hands in defense, “she is so cool. Like, so much cooler than me. Of course, I was nervous.”

Y/N could tear me to shreds and I’d tell her thank you

He read that specific comment and laughed, “yeah, you would.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #colson baker imagine #colson imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker fluff

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animealways · 2 years ago

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oh the irony

oc x oc/yulivia lilienne boonchuy get a chance with her crush

Lily was sitting under the bleachers completely ignorant to the hot blonde cheerleader walking towords her.

''hey umm can i sit here?'' ''uh yeah sure.''

lily put down her videogame, kinda confused as to why emma the principal daughter decided to sit here. she almost wanted to check her good eye (she is blind in her right eye due to a childhood incident and cover it up with a black binder eye patch)

''sorry to bother you, i know this is sort of your spot.'' lily raised a eyebrow at that as her heart was beating so hard she could practicly feel it jump out of her chest. ''i mean, i see you around during games and sometimes even practices.''

''so uhh why did you come here..?'' lily slightly tilted her head while asking the question. she tried hard to keep her cool while talking to her crush. ''hehe fair question, i just wanted to get away from the noise i guess.'' that only confused lily more.

''uhh not to be rude but isn't that what you sign up for, i mean with the games and cheering you guys have to do?''

''okaay well, y-yeah thats a fair point, you are signing for noise i guess. when i wanted to sign up i thought more of it as a sport. kinda stupid i didn't think about everything els, i guess. i just wanted to do the tricks and stuff.'' emma looked around abit. ''its very peacefull here, you can still see the game but with more space.''

...

''uhh yeah its nice. thats why i sit here alot. hehehe...'' son of a slug was that ackward. lily cursed mentally at herself for that. ''uhh sorry, my name is emma and you?''

''im lily.'' she gave small smile that hopefully looked genuine. ''well nice to finally know your name.''

''oh?'' ''yeah i noticed you're under the bleachers pretty often, others have too. its always like 'who is that?' pretty mysterious. i actually think some of the girls on the team are scared of you.''

what els is new. lily thought to herself with the punk/goth/emo esthetic she had, it wouldn't be the first time someone judge her based on clothes alone.

''but that only made me want to sit here more, i guess im curious. uh sorry, i'm probably weirding you out. you sit here all the time and now this random cheerleader comes here in your sp-''

''no! its... its fine, you can come sit here whenever you want.'' lily cut her off in fear that emma walks away and that she might never get a good reason to talk to her again. ''i-i mean its not like i own the bleachers. would me kinda rude if a told you off just for wanting to sit here,''

''i suppose you're right but i assume you sit here alone for a reason.'' well she isn't wrong, lily told herself. there was silcent before lily decided to ask her a probably ackward question. ''so uh are you alright. i kinda saw the captain screaming at you...''

''ah you noticed, huh. yeah, i also came here to get away from her. alot of the girls on the team are nice though. they aren't like the cheerleaders in the movies and stuff but our captain is a very different story. i needed to get away from her and this seemed like a nice place. i also was curious to know who you are, so i killed 2 birds with 1 stone i guess.''

lily looked at the ground before asking emma another question. ''sooo did i live up to you're expections or..?''

''uh yeah you did and more actually.'' ''i did?'' lily asked confused again.

''well yeah~, i expected you to tell me to 'fuck off' actually.'' lily eyebrows got closer to each other. do i really look like that type of person? she mutter under her breath, soft enough for emma not to hear. ''like this random cheerleader with her pompomps and her bright ass uniform comes over to the cool kid sitting under the bleachers and just..''

what did she just call me? she thinks i'm cool? lily eyes widen at the words. ''i don't think most people would consider the girl that wears all black clothes, black eyeshadow, black eyeliner and leather jackets almost every single day 'the cool kid'.'' most people label her as creepy or something along those lines.

''yeah well, i think you're cool. its pretty obivious you no one is going to change you anytime soon.'' she shrugged and lily hold herself back from making the biggest grin ever. ''as a cheerleader you kinda just grouped together and seen as the same.''

''i don't think you're the same as the other cheerleaders, after all the fact you're sitting here talking to me kinda proves it.''

''okay, touche most cheerleaders wouldn't go and talk to the mystery kid under the bleachers. i guess that does make me different.'' emma smiled.

''well you have been asking me alot of question, wich makes sense i am the 1 that came over here. but i always wondered why do you sit under the bleachers? you don't seem like the type to care for sport games or my cheer practices or am i wrong?'' lily started to pick at the gras infront of her, a habit she had whenever she didn't want to answer something.

''o-oh i like doing... stuff underneath here...'' oh real smooth, lily thought to herself.

''its fine, you don't have to tell. if you didn't i would have never talked to you. you seem cool, way nicer then my captain for sure.'' emma pointed to the usual traning spot for the cheerleaders.

''i mean you could try for captain if she that bad.''

emma eyes widen at your words. ''i can't just become the cheer captain. its put to a vote? i think? honestly i'm not even sure. she's just always been the captain.''

lily leaned forword abit liking the conversation is going. ''well maybe its time to change it up abit and for someone els to step up.''

emma smiled at what lily was implying. ''maybe i will, don't know how but it be pretty cool. i would definitley stop with the 'punny' cheers and focus more skill, dear god i don't know where she gets those from.''

lily giggled at the comment and emma couldn't help but notice how different lily looked as she giggled. she looks pretty cute wich says alot about someone that is competely coverd in black and wearing silver chains, earings and rings. ''yeahhh, it be nice to not hear something about claws everytime another school with a cat like mascot came over.''

''ugh i know, i try so hard not to cringe when i hear them. the pompomps are a perk though, swinging these around is more fun then most people think. i should leave though, i took enough of your time.''

''its fine, you can stay.'' lily waved her hand around trying to seem casual. ''you sure?''

''yeah i like talking to you. unless the others are looking for then you can go...''

''oh them? i'm pretty sure they saw me walk over here and thought i was crazy but that doesn't matter. they're missing out anyway. you're really friendly up close and cute at that.'' oh frog she called me cute lily bite her lip not letting her emotions get he better of her. ''oh you're just flattering me now.''

''no i mean it, beside people should compliment each other more.'' lily rubbed her trying to work up her confidents. ''well you're really beautifull, like the most out of the team.''

''oh i don't know about that. we have alot of pretty girls on the team.'' yeah but you're my favourite lily thought to herself. ''yeah but i like you better then the others. you work harder then them.''

''how do you know?'' ''i watch your guys practise, remember.''

''oh right i forgot that for a sec. you still haven't told me why though.'' should i tel her? she decided she might as well. ''well~ my mom makes comics as a living the art, storyline, pretty much everything. i uh like to help her out here and there. so i d-draw people to help her out with designs and poses and stuff...'' lily avoided emma eyes with the increase ackwardness she is feeling.

''really? thats... really cool. can i see some of it?'' lily eyes widen at the last scentence, ah crud. ''i uh well it isn't anything impressive, just some sketches and drawings and stuff...''

''oh come on, i bet it looks great. i promise i'm not gonna judge you. they are of me or well... i'm assuming i'm in there somewhere.'' uh alot actually. lily grabbed her backbag and found the notebook. as emma grabbed it and open it, she found a very detailed drawing of herself.

''yeah, just some sketche-'' emma looked up from the book straight into lily eyes. ''are you kidding me this is amazing! i can see being a artist runs in the family.'' lily smiled at the compliment.

'' i wouldn't called it art.'' emma raised a eyebrow at her. ''then what would you called?''

''oh you know drawings, sketches. that sort of thing.'' lily was fiddling with her hands not sure how to act around emma anymore.

''you really made me look beautifull.''

''well its easy to draw someone pretty, if their already drop dead gorgeous.'' lily casually said without a second thought. ''i don't know about 'drop dead gorgeous' but thank you.'' oh shit i said that out loud!? lily froze for a second before swallowing.

as lily was about to open her mouth she could hear someone shout. ''emma! there you a-are... what are you doing with them?'' lily looked at emma and then amelia. ''oh we're just talking, anyway whats up?'' emma looked up to her friend. ''well your dad is here to pick us up.''

''oh okay looks like i gotta go.'' she got up on her feet. ''but before i go.'' emma bended down and kissed lily on the cheek ... ''hehe, sorry if i surprised you but i wanted to thank you before leaving.''

she smiled and waved while lily just stared wide eyed at her but as soon emma started walking lily grabbed her hand. emma turned around looking at lily. ''i uhh are you free monday? we can hang out since i don't have any plans that day.''

''yeah i'm free then. oh! i almost forgot, do you have a pen?'' lily without saying a word dropped emma hand and grabbed a pen out of her bag so she could give it to emma. she scribbled on lily hand. ''and~ here, now you have my number.''

she handed the pen back to lily and walked away with amelia. lily looked back at her hand and smiled. she look up to see the 2 girls walk away and lily stood there smiling like a idiot. she immediately save the number in her phone.

~hour later~

''its dinner time!'' anne shouted for the kids to come down. lily quickly saved the game and got to the kitchen to wash her hand. sasha noticed the weird colouring on her daughter's hand.

''what that?'' she pointed to words lily hand. ''hmm? oh this! i-i...'' lily try to search for the right words. ''i think i made a friend today!'' she smiled brightly at her mom. ''oh really? well tell me.'' sasha smiled as lily went on a rant about her new 'friend'. she was glad her daughter made a friend considering she knows how hard its was to make friends for lily.

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i can't believe i wrote a entire fic about 2 girls sitting under the bleachers and talk but here we are. i'm planing on making a small series on this probably will take forever lol

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interstellarrambles · 4 years ago

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Hi! Love your writing! Would you ever consider doing a Billy Hargrove x plus size reader? Maybe the reader is shy and nerdy so the party are always hanging around her, she's like an cool older sister to them. Billy finds the kids annoying because they're always around the reader when he tries to ask her out. Thanks!

heya love! very sorry I took my time with this but I wanted to make it perfect as a chubby girl myself. I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably the longest piece I've ever written, it's like four in one. solis x

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female plus size!reader

fandom: stranger things

warnings: bullies unsurprisingly, nothing terrible, abusive families, domestic abuse

fourth time lucky. bh.

the three times billy hargrove tried to ask you out, and the one time it actually worked.

hair pushed back, cig hanging gently on his smiling lips and jeans sprayed onto his muscular thighs; Billy Hargrove looked almost delectable as he stood, leaning against your lockers and waiting for you to show up. this had become a regular thing since you'd first started hanging out, and though the other teenagers of Hawkins couldn't work out why Billy would want to hang around for you, he couldn't care less. whenever he needed someone real to comfort him, and show him he was worthy of love and affection, you were there. you made him feel more alive, and that made him breathless ironically whenever he was around you. touch starved was never a word Billy would ever associate with himself until he met you. no matter how many girls had laid their hands on him, he needed none of them as much as he needed your touch.

already this afternoon, Tommy had tried to pull him away, promising him a girl at his party later on, but Billy simply shook his head and remained where he was. you were due a free period right now, and he wanted to skip and go hang out before the end of school when he'd have to pick up Max.

it was through Max and the gang that the two of you had met properly for the first time, and though she'd hated his insistent flirting, she had to admit that she didn't mind hanging out with you more. suddenly less boisterous and cruel, whenever he was around you, Max noticed how Billy would change. he loved how much you cared about the gang, even if he could never work out why you cared so much.

caring and sweet, yet undeniably outspoken and confident: it was something Billy loved about you - you had the capability to show so much love, perhaps because of experiencing a severe lack of it, but on the other hand, you still stood up for yourself and protected the ones you loved fiercely. your years in high school before billy had been ridden with cruel taunts and bullying because of your appearance, hence why you began hanging out with the gang, but since he had joined, people quickly learned not to mention you in the wrong way. whether it was the love he felt for you in his heart that motivated him to dish out bruises and broken bones in your honour, or the way you always patched him up after and kissed his bruised knuckles as a thank you, he wasn't really sure. in his heart, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Billy had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice you coming around the corner moments before, but when he heard your laughter bouncing through the corridor, he knew it was you. gazing on in adoration, he watched as you walked towards him, your boots hitting the ground quicker when you noticed him waiting. your smiles and soft skin just visible from your clothes made him nervous, and though he wasn't accustomed to the feeling he'd put up with it if you were part of the deal.

"hey princess, been missing you," he smirked, removing his cigarette to talk properly. up close, he made a note that you were wearing one of his old shirts, one he had left at yours one night after a fight with his father. the bitter memory of his injuries was somewhat sweetened by the memory of you kissing his wounds and holding him. he hoped you'd find comfort in him too.

"hey Billy, thanks for waiting," softly smiling back, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could open your locker. as you touched him, gentle but firm, his muscles tensed noticeably and he felt his heart race a little faster.

"so uhh, I had something I wanted to ask you doll," his demeanour quickly became less relaxed, and you felt yourself fill with nerves. a blush spread across your cheeks when he called you that pet name, your imagination getting the better of you. imagining him whispering, groaning that pet name in another predicament completely made your skin feel hot to the touch.

right as you nodded and he went to continue, one of the gang cleared their throats in an effort to get your attention.

you chuckled as you watched his face quickly drop. behind you stood the gang smiling up at Billy, half scared, half amused. the way you'd yelled at him in the past for even laying a finger on them made him too scared to dare do anything, but the threat remained in their minds.

the kids muttered between themselves as you and Billy took a step aside. you tried to keep your head straight as you watched his muscles tense and the st christopher bounce against his chest, but you still felt slightly dizzy. with you stood against the lockers, him mere centimetres away, your mind was racing and you just hoped he couldn't tell.

"princess..." his tone was a mix of warning and pleading, and made your hair stand on edge. Billy knew the kids wanted to come and hang out at your house, since no one else's parents would allow it. but Billy wanted you to himself for once, and when it came to you, whatever Billy wanted, he usually got. perhaps not today though.

shaking his head, Billy knew he'd lost the battle when you smiled and tilted your head at him.

"okay, but they're gonna have to make it up to me at some point," he stated, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, turning to you with a smile, he whispered, "and so will you doll."

a few weeks later, you found yourself sat on the bleachers in the school gym, watching Billy practice. confident, proud and talented: Billy knew he was good at basketball, better than anyone else on the team, so he enjoyed the moments on the pitch. it was one of those moments where Billy felt good at something; it was something he could be proud of.

lighting up with joy, his face was always a wonder when he noticed you were watching, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. though you were sure the guys on his team would've said something about you hanging around, you were also sure he'd shut them up. it made you nervous being in a room full of boys that had made your high school experience suck, but the occasional smiles from Billy were worth it.

the mainly quiet gym, hour long practice and shirtless Billy were all more than enough to convince you to attend every practice he had, using the space to revise or study (or spend your time gazing at the boy of your dreams). as well as this, Billy always rushed through showering and getting ready afterwards to take you to a local diner, where the two of you would hang out and waste away the evening with jukebox dancing and milkshakes.

having the privilege to be in the presence of post workout Billy was something you'd never stop being grateful for, because his bad boy act usually dropped during these times. buzzing with energy, he'd grab your hand while he drove down the endless country roads and tell you stories of running away, making a new life. his eyes would electrify, and you'd both lose track of time, playing his music way too loud and dancing badly.

hopefully, today would be no different. you both had a big test the next day and you had revised so much your brain had turned grey and blurry. Billy needed a pick me up too, since his home life had been worsening, so you vowed to make tonight memorable for him. planning ahead, you'd packed a bag with a blanket and some snacks, hoping to find somewhere to stop and have a fire.

as you finished going through your notes one last time, the coach blew the final whistle indicating practice was over. after receiving a wink from Billy and waving back to him gleefully, you began packing away your notebooks and headed for the car park, where you'd wait for him.

by the time Billy joined you, his hair still wet from the showers, you were freezing, your jumper not quite shielding from the bitter mid spring air. immediately, Billy picked up on this and before even greeting you his jacket was wrapped around your frame. it made you nervous sometimes, since his clothes weren't as baggy on you as they would be on other girls, and this threatened to wipe the smile off of your face.

"sorry I took so long doll, Steve was giving me shit," although his face showed obvious distaste for Steve, his eyes still softened at the sight of you in his clothes: "you look gorgeous today y/n, even better with my jacket."

blushing, you hugged him silently, chuckling to yourself when he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to reach for a his lighter and cigarettes.

"there's no surprise," swinging open the door for you, he simply ignored your remark, so you continued, "what's the plan for today then?"

Billy had also wanted today to be special. he'd thought it over and over in his mind, trying to think of something good enough, a way to ask you out properly that suited you, showed you how much your deserved. he thought he'd come up with a pretty good idea, but it would have to be a surprise for now to make the reveal even more worthwhile.

"well babe, that is a surprise, you'll have to wait and see," he teased, a smirk rolling around his lips, sharing the space with his lit cigarette. hopping into the seat next to you, Billy began driving away from Hawkins high school, his palm resting gently on your thigh. a small affection you had grown to love, the feel of his palm against your skin set your body alight almost and you had to fight the smile threatening your lips.

Billy eventually let you know he needed to pick some things up from his house before you could set off together to do whatever he had planned, claiming he'd left something at home that morning. therefore, when his Camaro rolled up the street to his house, you settled into the seat, not expecting to have to wait long before he'd be back.

with the weight of his denim jacket on your torso, you fiddled with the seams of it, adoring the way it swamped your body even if you knew you probably looked ridiculous. tuning out to the situation, you knew Billy wouldn't invite you in at all, so you busied yourself organising the front seat of his car, something he'd probably kill anyone else for.

living with his father, there were certain things Billy was sensitive to, things he could piece together pretty quickly to decipher the situation. so when he saw the lights of the living room illuminating the house and heard the stern voice of his father hollering through the house, it set his body on full alert. he knew pretty quickly it had something to do with Max, since she had told him not to bother taking her home, saying she didn't want to wait until practice was over.

Billy figured he could buy perhaps another half hour to drive you home and pretend like everything was normal; the outcome would be the same regardless, he'd be blamed and punished for whatever stupid thing his step sister had decided to do.

hands shaking, Billy returned to the car, his lips pressed tightly together as he gripped the steering wheel white knuckled.

realising the tension coursing through his body, you slowly placed your hand in his empty one, holding it on one of your thighs. only moments before he'd been touching your skin with a completkely different emotion racing through his veins. he'd been overtaken by excitement and anticipation, wondering whether he'd finally be able to kiss you tonight and hear you call him yours properly. fear and adrenaline had replaced this now, and anticipation for a completely different evening set his heart beating off time.

his eyes trailed over to you for a second, a silent acknowledgement, a thank you for showing him the love he needed. whether you were good with words or not, it didn't matter since he probably wouldn't hear you over his heart pounding.

keeping him grounded, the warmth of your hands around his and the soft of your thighs held him in place; reminded him there was good in the world.

"I... Billy I wanted to say something, and I don't know if now is the right time," you started, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, but not being able to stop once you'd started, " you mean the world to me, and I..."

the words got choked in your throat, and though his eyes remained on the road, you felt the car pull over so he could focus on you. it was so fucking embarrassing to Billy. tonight of all nights, when Billy was planning to ask you to be his girl, his little sister had decided to sneak out instead of riding home, and got caught. his dad was furious and now Billy was livid with Max again. but most of all, he was embarrassed that his home life was so fucked up, he couldn't even take the time outside of school to ask you on a date.

processing the words you were speaking to him wasn't really working in his overactive mind, and you could tell. reaching with your hands, you held his face and as you spoke, he watched your lips shamelessly

"I'm sorry it's like this Billy. I wish I could do something. I just want you to be safe."

Billy didn't have anything in mind to respond to your sympathy with, so he simply leaned into your touch one final time.

"you should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. my dad..." he trailed off but you understood clearly.

miserably reaching for your bag, you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before clambering out and making your way up to your house. butterflies still fluttered around your stomach at the small moment of bliss, having him so close yet so far, even if the moment was horrifically tainted.

Billy traces his fingers across the shape your lips has branded into his cheek and smiles softly for a second, forgetting himself in your love.

today, Billy had noticed something different about you. adorned in one of his borrowed band shirts, a confidence seemed to radiate from your skin, and though he didn't know what had provoked it, he was determined to keep it there.

glittering with amusement, your eyes widened as he stole your book from your hands and took the seat next to you. in the cafeteria especially, many wondered why Billy Hargrove, the legend, would sit with someone quite a bit lower down the social ladder. even so, his presence, along with the faint smell of cigarettes and aftershave, followed you in your lunch periods and you were eternally grateful. you loved spending your lunch times listening to him complain about Steve and Tommy, and you loved how he'd listen intently to your ramblings about school, home and whatever work you were doing.

whenever Billy wasn't with you, cutting remarks would haunt you like a second shadow, and though you were big enough to deal with it yourself, it was nice not having to.

as he winked at you and dropped your book back into your lap, your heart swelled a little and you didn't quite notice one of his teammates walking by, so when his voice cut through your moment harshly.

"hey Billy, I didn't realise you were trying on the fat girl? c'mon there's much better-" the boy didn't quite get to finish his sentence before Billy had him against a nearby support, clearly furious.

gripping the lapels of his jacket, Billy practically growled, "I suggest you shut the hell up before I beat your ass," before dropping him, realising the staff members had caught on to his out burst. as well as the rest of the students, whose eyes quickly landed on you, shaking and visibly embarrassed.

pathetically whimpering as he crawled away, the boy avoided your path when he noticed you snatch your bag and make a run for it. breathing hard, Billy quickly grabbed his jacket before chasing after you as you hurried outside, gasping for air. your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you couldn't help but wish it didn't have to be like this.

you cursed his athletic nature when he caught up to you almost immediately, whispering "hey, hey don't cry babe, don't cry about him, he's an asshole," over and over while pulling you into a hug.

until he mentioned it, you didn't notice you were crying, fat tears making his sweater soggy. glittering again, this time your eyes struggled to meet his when he pulled away to speak to you.

"I'm so, I'm sorry you had to do that for me Billy, I," you started in between wiping the tears away on your sleeve. wrapping his jacket around you, he smiled and replied "it's no problem, I just wanna see you smiling girl, that's all. I just lose my temper when they say shit like that because I just..." before he managed to finish his sentence, you took his hand, already half expecting but not quite believing what he was about to say. trembling but warm, strong; his eyes dropped to your hands intertwined and you were somewhat shocked to see a blush forming across his cheeks.

"I wanna look after you forever y/n. hate seeing you upset, you're too important to me," Billy couldn't believe he'd copped out with such a wishy washy answer, but it satisfied you. you knew what he really meant behind his words and you felt the same, which was why you pushed yourself into his arms again and kept your face pushed against his neck for longer than before.

the cold bite of his metal jewellery against your skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne made you almost light headed, overtaken with love and light swarming your insides, but with his arms around your waist, there was nothing but safety to be felt.

smiling against his skin, you whispered loud enough for only him to hear,

"you're important to me too Billy, always will be."

perhaps a month or so later, Billy stood against his Camaro, a cigarette painting his lips with grey smoke, watching as you ran over to him. smiles exchanged from a distance as usual, he couldn't help but notice yours was bigger than usual and he wondered why.

knuckles clenching when he saw Steve and the children close by, following your heels, he felt worry wash over him and he became gripped by the though that Steve had perhaps made a move. Billy had always gotten the idea that Steve was interested, since you hung out more than average friends due your shared love for the kids. it could've also been a sense of masculinity that Billy had always felt he needed to uphold - Steve had been the king once and what would stop you from seeing that he was better for you than Billy would ever be?

Billy had never had to deal with feelings of insufficiency before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. washed away as quickly as they had arrived though, he felt himself calm when you came closer and fixed his collar for him. his breath fanning against your neck as you reached to unfurl the collar, his warmth enveloped you and it took everything in you to hold back.

blissed out from just that moment, Billy took a few seconds to realise there was something in your hand before asking, eyeing the kids behind you.

"there's a fair coming nearby!" El butted in, earning a ruffle of her hair from you and a slight smile from Billy - he had to admit she was cute sometimes.

"and obviously, we're going," you proposed, half asking, half demanding.

Steve smirked at the way you placed a hand on Billy's chest, unconcerned at the glare he received from Billy as a result.

"I'm off, come on kids, you can come to mine," Steve announced, giving you a smile that just reeked of 'tell him you pussy'.

a few goodbyes were said and hugs were given, and then you were alone with Billy, Max clambering into the car to give you a minute. perhaps even she could sense what was going to happen.

Billy simply raised an eyebrow having clearly worked out there was something on your mind.

"Billy, I've been wanting to say it for a while and I wasn't really sure how you'd react, but," hot, red and fast, Billy could feel his blood pulsating as the words tumbled from your lips, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

"I wanted to know if you'd go to the fair with me, as more than just friends? I get it if not, but I like you a lot and it's kinda..."

before you could finish your sentence, Billy was asking if he could kiss you, ignoring everyone around you.

soft, warm and comforting, his lips against yours convinced you you had no reason to be nervous. the kiss quickly deepened, your hands laced through his hair and his settled on your waist.

"God I've waited too long for this," he whispered into your neck.

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broadstbroskis · 5 years ago

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idk if you’re still doing t-swift prompts but if you are could I request brock boeser and mary’s song!! btw loved your matty tkachuk + wearing his name story💕

ahhh thank you 💜💜

here is brock and mary’s song (with some accidental paper rings vibes thrown in, oops sorry not sorry🤷‍♀️)

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The evening of your fifth birthday, after all of your friends had gone home with their party bags and the only people left were your family and your next door neighbors, your sister comes running inside to drag you away from your brand new paint set to bring you outside where she was playing with her best friend.

As older siblings of their families, Lauren and Jessica were sure they knew best and it’d was only the start of what was sure to be a summer of being pulled into their games and forced into whatever role they didn’t want to play. The ugly stepsister from Cinderella. The student in class. The worst Cabbage Patch doll.

Luckily, you had a partner in crime of your own. Jessica’s brother, Brock, was almost two years older than you but that still made him younger than the two of them, and in Lauren and Jess’ minds, that may as well have made you both babies, dolls for the two of them to play around with.

Brock’s sitting on the ground, picking at the grass, looking grumpy, so whatever Jess and Lauren have planned, must be something he’s already been waiting for them to organize for a while. But your face lights up at the sight of your best friend and you happily go sit down next to him, content to just be near him as he continues to pick at blades of grass and see which ones are good for whistling with, while continuing to wait for your sisters.

Really, you’re always just happy to be near him. Brock hung the moon. He’s the best hockey player. He’s always so nice, including you in games with his friends or wandering over to your house after school or practice just to see if you wanted to do something.

“Okay.” Jess claps her hands together. “I think we’re ready.”

Lauren shoves a handful of dandelions in your hand and pulls you up to stand in front of her and Jess. “Stop!” She shrieks, when you go to make a wish on your bouquet. “Not yet!”

Jess is in the process of man-handling Brock to stand across from you and he’s still grumbling, trying to pull his arm away from his sister, but once he’s standing in front of you, he smiles at you, like the two of you are sharing a secret or teaming up against your older sisters- the way things have always been really.

You and Brock against the world.

“Brock.” Jess signs long-sufferingly. “Do you want to marry YN so that Lauren and I can be sisters forever?”

He gives his sister a look. “Uhh, I guess?”

She huffs at him, annoyed. “You’re supposed to say I do!”

“I do!”

“YN.” Lauren addresses you. “Will you marry Brock so that we can all be related and stay friends forever and ever?”

Is that what this meant? Weddings made you related to someone forever? As if you’d ever say no to that! Lauren and Jess are glaring but it’s Brock’s hopeful look that makes you grin. “I do,” You say solemnly.

“Great!” Jess cheers. “It’s time for rings.” She hands you each a round piece of construction paper. “Put this on each other’s fingers!”

“Yours is purple and Brock’s is blue, because those are your favorite colors.” Lauren adds, matter-of-factly.

Brock is smiling as you slip the blue circle on his finger and then you giggle as he tries to find one of yours that the purple ring will fit on. He finally slips it on your thumb, and it stays, mostly, and the two of you look back at your sisters.

“What’s that thing…” Lauren trails off.

“What thing?”

“That thing!”

“Oh!” Jess cries. “Um. I now pron-prin-ce you man and wife! Kiss the bride!”

Brock gives you a skeptical look and you eye him right back, but he obliges and gives you a small kiss, both of you immediately wiping your lips afterwards. “What next?” He asks skeptically.

“We blow out the flowers!” Lauren says, excitedly. “And make a wish!”

It’s easy to distribute your bouquet between the four of you and then make your own wish. You can’t ever imagine a more perfect day than today, so you just wish for more of them.

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The day of your sixteenth birthday is the day that Brock is drafted by the Vancouver Canucks and instead of the Sweet Sixteen party that your friends have been dying for, you spend it sitting in front of a television, anxiously waiting for his name to be called.

When it finally is, you can’t stop grinning, and announce that cake can now be served. Your dad makes a joke that there are two things to celebrate now, but you had no doubts in your heart that there wouldn’t have been. Brock was going to be drafted; you’d always known it. It was just a matter of where he went.

And well, blue had always been his favorite color.

The Boeser’s don’t return until mid-week, at which point summer break has begun, which means you’re pulling yourself out of bed at midday right around when they’re pulling into their driveway.

Your dad opens the front door, without looking up from the paper he’s reading on his way back to his home office, and you know instantly what that means, running outside to go meet Brock, still in the short shorts and oversized tee (that originally had belonged to him) you’d slept in last night.

Brock’s unloading the trunk of the car but he drops the bag he’s holding onto the driveway just in time, to catch you as you leap into his arms and spin you around.

“I’m so happy for you.” You mutter into his chest, when he returns you safely to the ground.

“I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” He says, into your hair.

“Best present ever.” You declare, ignoring that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach that’s been popping up more and more often whenever he says incredibly sweet things like that.

“Yeah?” Brock laughs, squeezing you once. “Wait until you see what I brought you from Florida!”

“You brought me a present from Florida?” You gasp, teasing him. “You knew my birthday has been coming up and you waited until the day of to buy me a gift?”

He grins. “It’ll be worth it. Clear your schedule tonight, okay?”

You’d already agreed to go to a party with some of your friends, deep in the woods behind someone’s lake house, but you’re sure they’ll understand. “Okay.”

Brock returns the smile you send him with a grin. “Good.”

A few hours later, he’s leading you to your favorite ice cream shop and then laughing as he purposefully brushes some along your nose within minutes of sitting down. “Brock!” You laugh, twisting away.

“You missed a spot.” He teases. You pull a face at him, brushing at the side of your nose. “No.” He huffs. “Here.” He licks his thumb and then gently wipes the opposite side.

Your breath catches in your throat. He’s so close, so close, so freaking close. “Thanks.”

Brock smiles back. “Anytime.” But this smile seems different than his usual smile, definitely softer and with this hint of something you can’t quite put your finger on, which starts to drive you crazy when that smile stays on his face for the rest of the night.

It’s late when Brock finally pulls your gift up onto the table, still sitting out on the patio of the ice cream shop and overlooking Main Street in your town on the extremely mild June evening that has plenty of people still walking around. “Big bag,” You joke, and then attempt to fall back on an old stand-by to try and ease the fluttering in your stomach that’s been in overdrive because of the smile on his face. “You sure there’s not a car in there?”

Brock gives you a look. “I got drafted, I didn’t sign shit yet.” You laugh. “But go on, open it!”

You grin at him and then reach into the bag, pulling out a flat object, immediately grinning at the driftwood “greetings from Florida” sign that will fit perfectly in with the aesthetic of your room. “Hey, sweet!”

“There’s more,” Brock encourages.

You reach in, fingers touching fabric, and hoping beyond hope for a kitschy Florida t-shirt, you’re shocked when you pull out a Canucks jersey. “Brock.” You breathe, looking up to see his expression, but he’s closer than you’d expected, and suddenly he’s so close…

You close your eyes, reach up for his cheek, and kiss him back.

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It’s the first day of real spring in Vancouver and Brock convinces you that it’ll be a good idea to go and grab dinner and a drink at your favorite rooftop bar.

“It’s going to be crowded.” You whine at him. It’d been your least favorite thing about the city since moving in with him after you graduated college last spring. Everywhere was always packed the second the weather turned beautiful.

“Come on,” Brock whines back, mocking you, easily pulling a grin to your face. “It’s so nice; it’ll be worth it.”

Brock’s never lied to you before and you have to admit that he’s right about tonight as well as soon as the two of you start walking over. The bar’s not even super crowded, surprisingly, and you two grab a table in the corner easily, starting to make light chatter as you browse the menu, like you’re not just going to get the same flatbread that you always end up getting.

Brock laughs as you place your order and then makes his own choice, before turning back to you. “So what’s new?”

You groan. “Lauren is driving me crazy.” There’s a sound from behind you and you turn to look, but Brock grabs both your hand and your attention back.

“How?” He asks, with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

“These stupid wedding favors and this stupid bachelorette party!” Jesus, did he need you to go on? Your sister was a certified Bridezilla and everyone, including Lauren, admitted it!

“Well,” Brock says mildly. “I guess you never know what you’ll be like until you actually have to start planning a wedding.” Another noise behind you has you nosily turning to look until Brock follows his first statement with, “Are you ready to see what we’ll be like?”

You’re not even halfway turned to looking at the table behind you and you think you get whiplash turning back toward him. He did-what the-what did he say?

But sure enough, Brock is slipping out of his chair and onto one knee, holding open a small box to show off the most beautiful diamond ring you could imagine.

“You’re going to have to ask me better than that.”You somehow manage to get out.

He grins. “Will you let me replace the construction paper with a real one, YN?”

There’s definitely tears running down your face as you nod, you can’t even remember if you actually ever say the word “yes”, but there’s a ring on your finger and you’re kissing him through the tears and he’s running his thumb against your cheeks when he pulls back.

Which is when you realize that everyone on the roof are your family and friends. Jess and Lauren sweep you into a hug, alternating comments about how “you’ll see” once you actually start planning and at the same time, squealing about their happiness. Quinn, Petey, and Jake, three of Brock’s teammates, start a ping-pong game with you, bouncing you back and forth between the three of them for a minute, sharing their excitement.

Over their shoulders, you see Brock is grinning at you as he’s wrapped up with your parents. And suddenly, you can’t stand not being next to him; it’s the hardest thing to wrap up with everyone congratulating you and push your way over to Brock.

“I love you.”

He grins back, somehow wider, even though the grin hasn’t left his face since he slid the ring on your finger. “I love you too.”

“No.” You try not to groan in frustration because how is he not getting this? He planned this whole thing for you. He is the world’s most amazing human, your rock, your idol. The person you’ve looked up to most for as long as you could remember. “I just- never mind.” You loop your arms around his waist, sure he won’t understand. “I really love you.”

“I’d hope so.” Brock teases. “Because I’m really serious this time. We might have just been fucking around with the paper, but this one’s for life.”

#brock boeser imagine #brock boeser fanfic #vancouver canucks fanfic #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction #my hockey fics #hockey and tswift prompts

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Girls! P17 Two Queens in the Kings Bed

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BETH X READER RATING: SMUT

I smirked as I sat on a puffy plush cushion I had placed on the floor or Benny's apartment watching Benny and Beth play speed chess as usual. Not that I minded I find them both fascinating when they play and I couldn't deny whenever the two had a chess board between them the tension and energy made my stomach bubble with impure thoughts.

Of getting destroyed by Benny Watts Cock.

Of hearing Beth moan under me.

The troubles if being a bisexual woman I suppose.

"Again?" She asked him clocking her eyebrow in a cocky way to him as he handed her ten dollars from his wallet

"No" he glared back from under his loose dirty blonde hair "you girls will be the death of me one of these days" he sighed forcing himself up tugging up his jeans as he did which made me put my fingers to my lips and wolf whistle at him "ooh fuck off y/n" he told me as he made himself a coffee "anyone else?"

"I'm good" I answered

"Me too" beth smiled to me fixing a curl of her fiery hair back into the tie again as it often wanted to fall

"Shit! I'm out of milk..." he says digging around his fridge that looked as if it hasn't been cleaned in seven years "nope nothing for it I have to go to the shop" he sighed "either of you girls wanna come?' he asked

"No thanks Benny, we'll stay" beth told him quickly before I could even answer

"Alright what do you girls fancy for dinner?'

"I don't know... never been too good at deciding what I fancy" I smirked

"You pick Benny" she smiled

"Alright, you girls sure you'll be okay all alone?'

"Pretty sure" I smiled

"Alright, don't break anything, don't set fire to anything" he earned getting his jacket and keys "and don't go rooting through my stuff!"

"Really you don't trust us Benny?" Beth smirked

"Not as far as I could throw you girls" he says "see you later" he says heading out the door to go do shopping.

For a second there was silence with Benny gone, nothing but the sound of the dripping tap on the shower, and the ticking of one of the chess clocks that was still running from there speed chess which beths gracefully hand suddenly came to silence.

"So Bennys gone" she says

"He is" I answered

"I thought he'd never leave" she smirked leaning back in the pillow she sat on her elbows on the floor her knees up playfully as she smiled to me in her little blue skirt

"Well to be fair beth it is his house' I laughed

"I know, but he should give us more alone time them he does" she smirked

"Ummm I assumed there would be more to separate us then just one wall with a window" I laughed moving closer to her

"Maybe we should just ignore him and fuck on the airbed?" She offered

"Maybe we should," I smirked, "something you wanted elizabeth?"

"You know what I want" she answered in a hush tone her eyes flickering up and down my body and more importantly at my lips as she licked her own and opened her legs

"As you wish my queen" I smirked moving my pillow so I could rest my knees on it moving to press soft kisses to her swan like neck leaving a trail of my lipsticks kiss marks as I reached the crook of her neck I began to suck hard making her gasp grabbing my hair as I pulled back leaving a dark red mark on her pale skin I gave her lips a little kiss tasting the coffee she had drank earlier on her lips still before I moved tugging up her skirt and pressing tender kisses to her pink lace panties

"Uuhh" she gasped starting to relax I moved her panties to the side and kissed her sweet wet skin of her outer lips and then pressing small kisses and clockwise licks to her stimulated clit "ughhh!" She moaned leaning back to almost lay on the floor her moans and gasps echoing off the empty walls of benny's apartment "uughhh! Uuhh! Uuuuuummm uuughhhhh!" Each moan left her red lips so desperately as each one only made her more hungry "y/n!" He gasped grabbing my hair to pull me closer so I began to suck and lick more almost making out with her "uughhh y/n!!" She squealed her thighs tightening around my head "uhh fuck!" She groans pushing my head gently away

"Happy now?'

"Very happy" she smiled "your turn" she giggled sitting up grabbing my ankle and forcing me to lay down with her as she climbed over my hips and gently moved herself against me making me gasp grabbing her arm "what's wrong?" She asked

"I have a better idea" I smirked, getting up tugging her hand so she stood with me both of us barefoot on the cold floor. She kicked her panties off her legs and I smirked undoing my dress to reveal my bare breasts. I held her hand tugging her through the glass door and into Benny's bedroom, the floor messy with his laundry all over the floor, the grey sheets half falling off the bed where he didn't make it this morning, his clothes hanging out of draws and such all his things in odd little places. I tugged her with me to lay on the bed and we both giggled nuzzling with a pillow each as we laughed as she laid there I looked at her.

With her fiery red curls, tired back by that little fabric, her eyes staring at me as much as I was at her, the winged eyeliner so sharp it could stab you. Her perfect red lips sitting open as if silently asking to be kissed I put my hand on her waist and pulled her close kissing her beautiful lips, she kissed me back slowly and softly as we tucked ourselves up in the sheets it was odd to say the least to kiss beth inhaling her scent of medicine, wine, hairspray and her luxurious rose perfume while also smelling the overwhelming scent of Benny as we where in his bed the smell of man, coffee, mahogany and dust surrounded us in that way a boys bed always does when you lay in it I pulled away licking my lips as I stated back at her "Cherry?" I smirked and she nodded

"Strawberry?" She smiled, licking her own lips and I nodded. She pulled me quickly back to kissing her grasping at my breast aggressively. I moved my hands down to hold her arse giving it a gentle slap as I did "doesn't y/n wanna cum?" She asked

"I do, but I don't want your pretty mouth" I told her as she kissed my neck and jaw

"What did you want then?" She Asks

"Your sweet hands" I smirked intertwining my fingers with her own

"Yes my queen" she smiled kissing my hand before her hand under my dress and petticoats moving my panties to the side as she moved to gently touch my clit with her soft fingers gently moving in clockwise circles as we kissed slipping her tongue into my mouth to turn or desperate kisses into a lustfully make out I kissed back toying with her tongue she got faster and faster making me bite her lip a little she moved a finger inside me gently moving it and before I knew it I hit my wall and moaned into her mouth she pulled away and licked her fingers clean we both sat up a little more and grabbed each other making out desperately as she forced off my dress and I took off her shirt and skirt leaving her in her bra and myself in my panties as we kissed over and over for hours she had her hands on my arse gently squeezing and groping I had my own on her breasts giving them a little fondle too she moved her hands back to unclip her bra throwing it off somewhere else I smirked slipping off my panties throwing them off in the direction she threw her bra leaving us both completely naked as she looked at me playing with my hair

"So beautiful my queen" she smirked

"Your even more glamorous my queen" I smirked back pushing her down on the bed, she smiled to me and looked excited so I pushed three fingers inside her

"Uuughhh!" She moans as I did her hand moving to the back of my own to force three fingers inside me too

"Uhh Elizabeth!" I moaned feeling myself clench around her it didn't take either of us long to begin to move our fingers and our hips gently

"Uuahh!! Y/n!" She moans closing her eyes in pleasure so I kissed down her chest between her breasts getting faster and faster but she did too moving her hips back and her finger mercilessly

"Auuuhh beth!" I squealed already feeling close again I began rubbing hard on her clit with my thumb making her squeal arching her back

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhh!!! Y/n!! You can be a bitch when you wanna be" she smirked

"And so can you" I smirked moving my hips faster for more pleasure and soon enough "Aaaaahhhhhh!!! Elizabeth!" I screamed squirting in her hand and on her moving my hips like crazy desperate to ride it out as

"UUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh!! Y/n!" She groaned it throaty and desperate throwing her head as she squirted on my hand too a forming wet patch on benny's mattress and sheets due to both of us cumming so hard and squirting so much "your turn" she smirked flipping us over so I was laid on the bed she kissed me hard and I kissed back grabbing her breast gently moving my fingers as fast as I could feeling how wet she already was and how overstimulated her clit was she moaned into my mouth moving her hips as she moved her fingers too her movements so unstoppable our hot and heavy make out getting more desperate as we went on her other hand coming to grab my arse digging in her nails as she got close too and after what felt like hours of unstoppable pleasure I hit my wall again screaming into her mouth squirting somehow more which got her there too tightening around my fingers and collapsing on me. We both smirked laying in bed a while as she lit a cigarette and I shared it with her

"What the fuckl do we need men for?" She asked

"Financial security? Driving?" I suggest

"Nope not any of those..."

"Chess?"

"Yeah we need them for chess"

"And for on the rare occasion one of us actually wants a dick inside them"

"We can by plastic dicks?"

"That's true..." I laughed "I don't know Beth, what do we need men for?"

"Fucked if I know" she smiled.

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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Jotaro - Nurse

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

This is one of my oldest fics, so it's pretty wonky and uhh not that well written. But don't worry, fics will get better with time.

Enjoy~

"Here you go. Please call me if the pain doesn't fade away, okay?" You said gently as you put a heating pad over some girl's stomach.

"Aah, thank you Y/N-chan~ I wish you were here everytime I'm on my periods." the girl chuckled tiredly and you only smiled back as you tucked her in with a blanket.

"Huh? Ryunosuke, did you get in trouble again?" You turned around upon hearing someone knocking on the door quietly. It was an odd time to get a patient.

"Aah y-yes um... I-I lost my glasses a-and uh... I haha... I fell down the stairs... I c-can't see anything without m-my glasses... I'm- I'm so sorry to bother you!"

Your very shy classmate stuttered and blushed with embarassment while showing you his numerous bruises and the bump on his head.

"Clumsy as usual." You chuckled a bit. "Sit down, I'll take care of you." You walked off to get some material to treat him as he obliged and thanked you profiusely.

"You're good." You removed the blood pressure cuff from a brunette's arm that was brought to you by her classmates one day. "But please watch out your anemia. We can't have you fainting every time you have P.E. classes, alright?"

"Thank you so much! I-I forgot to eat this morning!" the small girl exclaimed bashfully and you went to give her a chocolate bar.

"Really, Nagamine-senpai..." You scolded another day, as you patched up the upperclassman in front of you. "You should stop getting into fights like that!"

"Yeaaaah I know, but I don't care, if that means I get to see your cute face~ Owowowow!" He teased until you put alcohol in his cuts.

"It would hurt less if you didn't pick fights in the first place." You inquired and he pouted with a little blush.

Those were your daily interactions with other students. In high school you applied for the position of nurse's assistant.

It was something that you had planned for years, as you always knew you wanted to become a doctor someday, and you worked very hard everyday to accomplish this dream of yours.

When the nurse wasn't there, you were assigned the task of helping students as long as nothing major happened. You also had to assist her whenever she needed, and took care of files and other boring administrative papers. Which you didn't mind at all as it was also part of the job.

You would often see familiar faces, and sometimes meet with new students. The overall interactions went well with everyone and people seemed to be happy to have someone their age in the nurse's office.

Especially if they needed to talk about more or less sensitive or personnal things that they weren't comfortable speaking about with an adult.

Among the many faces you would see all too often was the one and only Jotaro Kujo, which was nice since you really liked the stone cold boy. But at the same time, it was worrying since you never want to see someone in a place like the nurse's office on a regular basis.

Jotaro on the other hand, also appreciated your company a lot, even if he never showed it. He liked that calm demeanor you had, your presence was very soothing to him.

To his and your dismay, the nurse's office was the only place where he could see you, since you weren't in the same class and had very different schedules.

Whenever he had to visit the office he found himself secretely hoping he would find you instead of the actual school nurse.

What Jotaro loved about you, even though he would never admit it, is how willing you were to help others selflessly, and how you treated everyone the same way regardless of who they were or why they were in the office in the first place.

It didn't matter if the person was clumsy, or faked it, if they were a bully or the one bullied, you would accept everyone and treat them with the same kindness and speak to them with the same amount of honey in your voice.

You were a naturally charming person who loved her job, and it showed through your work and your behavior towards others.

Everyone who ever visited the nurse's office and saw you could confirm that statement.

The first time Jotaro saw you, he sighed and grumbled, thinking you would start freaking out and screaming at the sight of all the blood on his hands. That you'd be scared of him, thinking he was a violent monster or something.

But nothing of the sort happened. It was quite the opposite in fact, which left the boy feeling very distraught.

One day, as you were sorting out some files, you felt a strong presence silently enter the office. You let the files down to check out who came and it was none other than your secret favourite patient.

"Jojo!" You called out to the boy, already knowing he would be the highlight of your day. "What's wrong?"

He stood there in silence, as he usually does and you took it upon yourself to grab his huge hands gently to guide him towards one of the beds. He let you do as you pleased, as it was custom for both of you by now.

He dismissed this as him being overly leisurely and lazy, but in reality he couldn't deny that he loved the feeling of your soft hands over his own and how cute you looked dragging his towering form around.

You sat him down in the vacant room, and stood in front of him as he looked down blankly at nothing in particular.

You ever-so-gently cupped the side of his face and lifted it carefully, looking softly into his blue eyes. You feathered your hand over his tan skin and checked out for answers in his eyes more than for injuries.

The sharpness in his ocean orbs showed nonchalance and strength, but you knew, you figured he hid a lot of burden and pain. You could just see the melancholy of a silent misunderstood crusader in those eyes.

"Did someone pick a fight with you again? The nerve of some people..." You huffed, your voice dripping with empathy and concern.

You had never put the blame on him. Others would call him violent, a delinquent, or say that he asked for it. But for you, Jotaro was never the problem.

In your eyes, it was always the others who would pick at him, and you can't blame a man for defending himself. You were sure that Jotaro had a kind heart and would never hurt someone first just for the sake of it.

The tall male subconsciously leaned into your touch, your soothing voice and manners melting his heart. But upon realizing that, he removed your hand from him and looked to the side.

As he did, you noticed the rashes and blood on his hands and focused on the task at hand. You knew the guy didn't like to talk much, neither was he very touchy, which was completely fine with you.

You quickly went to take your first aid kit to treat his wounds which, thankfully, he didn't have much of. It seemed like he most definitely came mainly to be with you rather than get treated.

You walked back and forth to get everything you needed, your delicious scent dancing and lingering in the air right next to him.

The male found himself being intoxicated by it. Gosh, even your scent was comforting. He sighed at his own thoughts as you finally came back.

"Give me your hand. This is going to sting a little bit. Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much." you sweetly warned as he put his calloused hand over yours and you started treating his scorched knuckles.

"Yare yare daze... Stop treating me like a child."

You glanced slyly at his grumpy face and giggled softly. "I'll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one. Please stop fighting others, even if they started it."

You spoke while rubbing some alcohol on the scrapes and you felt his fingers twitch and curl the slightest bit against yours.

"Why does it matter? It's my damn business, not yours." He spoke with an irritated undertone, like it was obvious science.

You paused what you were doing and he rose a questioning eyebrow at you. Your usual soft expression turned grave before you quietly uttered.

"... I'm worried about you..."

Jotaro sensed the genuine sadness and concern in your airy voice and he spontaneously acted upon a feeling that even he couldn't quite understand.

He grabbed and squeezed both your hands, caging them in his much bigger ones and preventing you from putting any bandages over his now clean knuckles.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened in surprise. "Did I hurt you? I'm sor-"

"Try to get away." He cut you off and you stood there, frozen. How unlikely of him, what was going on?

"Excuse me?"

"Your hands. Try and break free." He bluntly commanded, unbudging.

Now you were just confused. You could never know what was going on inside that head of his, but all this was just so weird and so unusual all of a sudden.

You played along and did as he told you, but in vain. You pulled once, but he didn't budge one bit. You tried again with more force, same results.

You desperately tried to pry your hands off of his steely grip harder and harder, but failed everytime.

"I-I can't, you're too strong!" You said breathlessly, giving up. "What game are you pulling on now Joj-"

"If you think I'm strong, then stop worrying about me." He cut you off again, almost scolding you.

You were baffled for a moment, but soon, your expression shifted from shocked and surprised to endeared.

Ah, yes. It was yet another one of those weird gestures of kindness that were so iconic of him. Just his overly tough way of reassuring you. You understood. It was sweet if anything.

As you were about to comment on the delightful warmth of his hands he beat you to it, as if he read your mind.

"Your hands are cold." He then very slowly released your hands, keeping them warm just a little bit longer before he completely let you go. "Worry about yourself before you worry about others, you stupid nurse."

Your heart was melting at his words. Even though they were aggressively blunt, they were laced with sincerity and you could only be grateful to him.

You put the bandage roll away on the side table and, without even thinking, acting completely on impulse, you leaned in closer to the male.

Before he could register what was happening, you brought one hand to his face in a ghostly light hold, as if you were scared to break him even further than he already was, and kissed his cheek very tenderly, lingering into the slow kiss.

He could hardly keep his eyes open at the quite pleasurable ministrations and embraced your gentle touch. Barely even separating from him, you breathed in the shell of his ear.

"You're so kind Jotaro. Thank you."

He shuddered, his breath becoming shallow and his heart pounding hard in his chest. He tried his best to look unfazed, but his deepening blush betrayed him.

Your honey sweet voice was sending him on edge, the feeling of your soft hair tingling his face, your sugary scent engulfing his entire being, your hot breath against his skin sending shivers down his spine, all of it was heavenly to him.

Overwhelmed by all these intense feelings, he quickly stood up and got ready to leave, startling you in the process.

Picking back up the unused bandage roll you called him out. "Wait! I'm not done!"

"I am." He turned on his heels and left the office, flustered and bothered.

He didn't want to leave so soon, mind you. But he knew that if he stayed any longer, he would do something reckless to you, and he'd rather not risk it. Or at least not yet.

Good thing he knew how to keep his hands to himself. Believe it or not, but Jotaro Kujo was a man of self-control.

You stood there blushing madly while cleaning the little mess you made while healing him, but couldn't think straight. You were smiling and giggling to yourself like a little girl at how bold you just acted and how cute his reaction was.

"Aah... I fell in love with him again..."

That was inspired by another fanfiction where Y/N is the nurse assistant. I loved the idea, but sadly it wasn't exploited enough. Credit to @peachbois for the concept.

#jojo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jjba #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #Jotaro #Jotaro Kujo #reader insert #x reader #writing #Stardust Crusaders #sdc #Part 3 #Jojo Part 3 #nurse reader

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second-chance-stray · 3 years ago

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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising revisit Baldur in Limsa Lominsa.

Cravendy Hound - After entrusting Baldur, the ill-fated boy, to the healers based in Limsa Lominsa, the trio decided to head back to the company...at Crav's insistence, really. Every extra second spent in the maritime city was a second too much. And so, after taking the aetheryte home, we find the three on the company lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh lets out a stretch as they arrive, a bit groggy from the teleporting. "It's a shame you missed it Cravs, Rising ran in while I was castin' one of my spells and I knocked her a clean 20 fulms in the air!" She said, grinning with a bit too much pride. She then seemed to remember Rising was still there. "...By the way, you okay?"

Rising Lotus was patched up after their encounter as well, her right arm was coating in bandages, along with some other patches along the exposed skin of her body. She winced with each step, the healers picking all the needles from her form and now leaving her body to do the rest of the healer. She merely grumbled as Riylli spoke to her, putting her weight on her spear to take some of it off her leg.

Cravendy Hound: "Magic and melee don't mix, Riylli. But, er, 'ow are ye 'oldin' up, Risin'? That injury ye got looked somethin' fierce."

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, taking that as a 'no'. She turned back to Cravs, deciding to ignore the issue like a mature adult. "So... Y'wanna tell us what that was all about? Why're you goin' so far to help this guy's kid?"

Rising Lotus: "...I'll be fine. Kinda a feel like layin' down." she glanced at Riylli, nodding afterwards "Aye. I'm curious 'bout that too."

Cravendy Hound: "I'm still confused 'ow a cactaur of all things made it to La Noscea. Could be a freak accident, but somethin' about it doesn't sit right with me." She sighs in thought, brow knitted and bothered. "....Ah. Uh. I guess I owe ye all an explanation."

Riylli Aliapoh plopped herself down on the step, ready for a story

Cravendy Hound: "Oi, get up! I-I'm not gonna bore ye with all the details," Cravs stammers. "Look. I made a promise to the kid's father. 'is dyin' wish was to see his son grow strong, with his own strength."

Riylli Aliapoh tilted her head. "...Y'know... It aint really his own strength if we had to step in to help... You sure you should be meddlin' like this? I mean, it was just a little cactus thing"

Rising Lotus "...Someone might not want that. I remember the merchant mentionin' somethin' 'bout some folk not carin' for him or his family or somethin'." she shrugs, wincing in pain afterwards "...also cactuar are from Thanalan, don't know how one would of gotten there."

Cravendy Hound nods to Riylli. "I agree, and originally, I just wanted to see if 'e was doin' okay. But this cactaur business...I think someone /else/ is meddlin' with 'im. And if we meddle to remove the meddler, then it'll cancel out, right?"

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears perked up in interest. "Y'mean someone left that cactus out there to take the kid out? Who exactly was this kid's sire? Why's he got so many enemies that would go so far as to try and kill his kid after he's already gone?"

Cravendy Hound shifts in place, heat under the collar. Unusually, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, as if the wrong word could set off a mine. "Kid's father was a pirate captain, but one with...'onor, I suppose. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which lead 'im to rob from the same, powerful set of targets."

Cravendy Hound: "If ye got raided by Captain Thorne, ye didn't -just- lose yer shite. It was a kind of...a mark. A blow to yer pride, and that didn't sit well the rich."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks about this for a moment. "...So if we know who the targets are, why don't we just hop over an' kick their teeth in? Bet that'd gettem to stop messin' with the kid!"

Rising Lotus huffs, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments before glaring at Cravs. "...So what's gonna happen when these powerful targets learn we're helpin' the kid? Last thing I need is to be marked like the boy, or if they learn we work for Heartwood an' create problems for the others."

Cravendy Hound: "That's step one. Gotta find who's still got it out for the kid, out of a handful of options." She then turns to Rising. "As long as we don't do anythin' illegal we should be alright. And we can threaten to expose 'ow they torment a kid to keep them from doin' anything to us."

Cravendy Hound: "Nothin' illegal, alright? That means even if they're an ass, we can't just kick their teeth in." Cravs lectures to Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh frowned. "It aint illegal if they're a bad guy! And ain’t kickin' teeth in how pirates settle their differences anyroad?"

Rising Lotus tried to give Cravs a skeptical look, but just ended up grimacing from the shift of posture, then just looked exhausted. "That ain't how it work if you're rich. Can get away with anythin'."

Cravendy Hound: "That's not 'ow the law works! And while that may be 'ow we settle problems on water, on land...under the Admiral's stink eye, we'd probably cause more trouble doin' that."

Cravendy Hound: "The rich still 'ave their pride. I'm thinkin' if word got out that the bugger pesters a goddamn child for 'is late father's legacy, it'd be enough to twist their arm."

Riylli Aliapoh looked to Rising, then to Cravs, and then up to the sky as she let out an exasperated sigh. "...Y'see? This is exactly why we Miqo'te got our own rules..." She grumbled, before finally looking back down. "Fine! We'll do it your way! But if any of 'em tries to swing at me it's fair game, yeah?"

Rising Lotus grumbled, pretty much done with the day. "Well in the case it does go tits up, we can handle ourselves much better than that boy I 'spose."

Cravendy Hound nods. What an exhausting day. "...well. Ye look like ye could use two days worth of sleep, Risin'. That's all I 'ad to say."

Riylli Aliapoh hops to her feet and dusts off her pants. "Alright! Just gimme a shout whenever you get a lead or whatever. Always happy to lend my skills to a good cause!" She flashes Cravs a grin, and very pointedly tries not to look over to the wounded Rising

Rising Lotus "...Aye. You know how to reach us. Though we ought to expect somethin' worse than a cactuar next time." she sighed and started making her way toward the door.

(Cravendy Hound) seems a good place to timeskip to next scene? any last posts and then :P )) (Rising Lotus) I'm good!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Timeskip ready! (Cravendy Hound) AAAHH that outfit!!! )) (Cravendy Hound) the blade harness xD )) (Rising Lotus) Oh yeah I don't think you've seen her in it yet!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (No fair, its so hard to get glams for Riylli ;-; (Cravendy Hound) it looks extremely good )) (Cravendy Hound) *timeskips in same outfit* xD )) (Cravendy Hound) HERE we can at least start in the company so it doesn't feel like, literally seconds after xD )) (Rising Lotus) Guess we'll have to have a fashion montage for Riylli at some point)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yknow what, its totally canon that RIylli only has one set of clothes (Cravendy Hound) ahahaha )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oh, I DO actually have a glamour change! (Rising Lotus) so pick out something new then we can figure out how she got it!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (alakazam (Rising Lotus) mask (Cravendy Hound) fjkdslf just the gloves?! )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre bandages ^o^ Shes been practicing the fire spell! (Rising Lotus) Damn I thought you were just going to throw that mask on xD))

Cravendy Hound - A week later, Cravs has reached out to Riylli and Rising for company (or maybe help?) again. It's related to the business in Limsa Lominsa, and she's wearing her disguise dress again. Oh boy.

Rising Lotus was eyeing the bandages wrapped around Riylli's hands. "...How's that fire spell going?"

Riylli Aliapoh grins to Rising. "It's goin' well! I got the basic formula down, just gotta work on intensity and duration!" She beams proudly, giving Rising a bandaged thumbs up.

Cravendy Hound: "That...looks painful."

Riylli Aliapoh gives a mock bow. "You gotta suffer for art y'know"

Rising Lotus couldn't help but smirk at Riylli's enthusiasm. "...We'll get it down before you touch anythin' we fish up..or the lava." she turned her attention to Cravs, holding back a snicker at seeing her dolled up again. "You find out more 'bout the boy then?"

Cravendy Hound: "Seems ye got some more sufferin' to do then," Cravs notes in a bright tone.

Cravendy Hound: "Right, the Baldur business - I narrowed it down to a couple of names. But that's as far as I can go gatherin' information out 'ere. Thought it'd be more efficient to ask the kid 'imself. Which means." Cravs gestures to her outfit. "I'll need some escorts to talk for me once we're in Limsa again."

Riylli Aliapoh was clearly enjoying the attention, but quieted down to let Cravs speak. "Why not just talk to the kid as Cravs? If he's lost his sire, it... might be nice for him to know he's still got people close to him out there..."

Rising Lotus "Hmm...'spose maybe she doesn't want him to turn her in for the gil? If he really needs to be supportin' him an' his mom anyway." she shrugged. "Doesn't look like the type to sell out someone who's helpin' him though."

Cravendy Hound went as white as a sheet at the suggestion. "A-ah, that's...Uhh, we've got, um. A misunderstandin' between us. If 'e knew it was me, 'e'd flip out for sure. Trust me, it's easier this way." Cravs clears her throat and then hurries out before Riylli or Rising can ask further.

Cravendy Hound - The trip over is pretty awkward. If the subject was brought up again, Cravs would simply pick up the pace and pretend not to hear. And, once the trio were in Limsa, her lips were sealed, clarification frustratingly out of reach. That said, she was definitely walking somewhere with purpose.

Rising Lotus gave up askin' fairly quick, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere at the moment. She'd pry it out of her later though, one way or another. "So... you know what he'll be up to today? Or you jus' hopin' we run into him?"

Riylli Aliapoh wouldn't bring it up again, at the very least smart enough to see Cravs didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she would offer fun facts of things she had learned so far in her research. "...So, did you guys know that a forge runs hotter than lava?"

Cravendy Hound mimes holding something heavy and swinging it around. And to Riylli's fact, she gives the miqo'te a doubting look. Really?

Riylli Aliapoh nods. "Yeah! Turns out lava is only like... half as hot as your average blacksmith forge! It aint even hot enough to melt iron! Makes my job easier, but it's kinda disappointin' y'know?"

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Cravendy Hound desperately wants to ask if that's how Riylli has been testing her fire shield spell - by dunking her hands in a forge. Cravs moves her hands around as if dipping them in something.

Riylli Aliapoh tilts her head, unable to figure out the mimicry. "Can't you like... at least whisper or somethin' when were alone? Surely they don't got ears everywhere?"

Cravendy Hound looks around and finds it acceptably empty. "Did ye dunk yer 'ands in the forge to test yer spell?!" She whisper-yells.

Rising Lotus narrowed her eyes at Cravs "...So he's... carrying somethin'.. then puttin' it in the oven?" she seemed to be combining the conversations. Then Cravs actually spoke. "Oohh you're talkin' 'bout that. I hope you didn't do that, use a fire or somethin' first Riylli."

Riylli Aliapoh blinks at her. "What? You crazy? What if the spell failed?" She said, shaking her head. "Nah, I've been usin' a campfire! Got a problem with the magic runnin' out too fast though..." She muttered, rubbing her poor cooked hands

Cravendy Hound stifles back laughter, and pats Riylli on the back. There there.

Rising Lotus: "I can get ya some cream for that. Know a gobbie that makes some quality stuff. Don't worry it works too, used it after gettin' a nasty burn from some giant bug sparyin' me with gunk."

Riylli Aliapoh grumbles and glares up at Cravs at the treatment, but lets it slide since she couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "...That'd be great, thanks. I don't gotta pay for it, right?"

Cravendy Hound: "Bug....gunk? Bug gunk...That sounds. Hm." Cravs raises a brow at Rising but doesn't say more.

Rising Lotus "Well I ought to considerin' how you made me a pin cushion on our last outin' together." she snickered a bit, the first time she cracked a joke about it. "But nah, he owes me one anyhow. Next time I'm up there I'll grab ya some." she gave Riylli a firm pat on the back.

Riylli Aliapoh grumbled again, but couldn't really argue back. "...Thanks." She muttered, not exactly enthused about all this back-patting she was receiving

Cravendy Hound had earlier given Rising a notepad with names written in it. One of them, hopefully, belonged to the person who was harassing the kid. Her heels clicking on the docks, Cravs would eventually lead the little crew to a dusty corner of Limsa where the kid (B) was presently practicing his form with the ax.

Cravendy Hound - The heavy ax is far too big for the kid. Every swing pulls him comically forward with the weapon. He stops his 'practice' and looks up at the approaching trio with a wide smile. "I remember you two! You helped me with that monster the other day."

(Cravendy Hound) more back pats )) (Cravendy Hound) i demand more )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like Riylli and Rising would have back pats that would eventually devolve into a hitting contest)) (Cravendy Hound) actually cravs and rising would have to squat down to pat Riylli's back ahah - otherwise it'd be a head pat )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Cravs and Rising know it's too dangerous to headpat Riylli, they'd probably get bit (Cravendy Hound) sometimes my tall friends would use my head as an arm rest.....annoyed me, and yet I can see Cravs doing that to Riylli lmao )) (Rising Lotus) I've done that to my shorter friends before xD))

Riylli Aliapoh perked up as she got recognized by the kid, offering him a friendly wave. "Hey! How are you holdin' up after all them needles?"

Rising Lotus watches the boy fling himself with his strikes, smirking with every swing. "Aye that was us." she eyed up his weapon for a few moments. "You ought to get somethin' a bit lighter by the way, gonna leave yourself open if you take too long liftin' your weapon."

Cravendy Hound - The kid bashfully itches the tip of his nose. "I'm doing fine, thanks to you all...Woke up on the softest bed I've ever been on in my life, healing expenses all covered." Baldur's eyes drift over to Cravs, and then back to Riylli and Rising. "Oh, I plan to! I'm just using this old thing because it was the only thing I could afford. Once I earn enough, I'll buy a better one...after everything else, haha."

Cravendy Hound turns away, avoiding eye contact. It's overkill given that she's wearing a mask.

Rising Lotus eyed Cravendy, she had to pay for the needle removal out of her pocket. "...well I'm sure them healers were excited for the chance to de-needle someone. Don't see many cactuar over here after all, bit strange." she nodded as he brought up upgrading his armor and weapon. "A good set of armor is jus' as important as a good weapon, smart thinkin'."

Riylli Aliapoh nudged Rising with her foot to try and bring her back to the task at hand, snatching the list out of her hands. "Hey, so... Were kinda lookin' into something, think you might be able to help us out? You know any of the names on this list?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur nods enthusiastically, dreads bouncing on top of his head. Admiration for Rising and Riylli is practically gushing from every inch of the kid. "So that was a cactaur? I've never seen one before."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur snaps into attention. "Oh, right away! I'd be thrilled to help you two out. Let's see..." He takes the list and scans it. "Only this last one. Mindred Rot. She's who I go to if I need a loan."

Rising Lotus "Aye, I grew up 'round them, used to hit them with sticks then ru-" she glanced at Riylli as she bumped her and had the list snatched away.

(Cravendy Hound) dfsd hit them with sticks and run???? chaos child )) (Rising Lotus) She didn (Rising Lotus) didn't have toys or anything xD Played with bugs and lizards and cactuars))

Riylli Aliapoh raised her eyebrow at the name. "...'Mindred Rot'? Well that's a bad guy name if I've ever heard one." She said, nodding along until she remembered Cravs' full name. "Er... Right, anyroad, what's she like? If she lends you money she can't be that bad, right?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Poor riylli about to learn the horrors of capitalism)

Cravendy Hound - Baldur smiles as he hands the list back to Riylli. "Oh, yeah, her name's pretty rotten. But in some ways...she looks after me. No one else'll give my family loans."

Rising Lotus "You need to get out of the woods more..." she shook her head at Riylli's comment. She hummed at Baldur's words about the woman. "Hmm, how generous of her."

Riylli Aliapoh wrinkled her nose. "Honestly I'd rather get out of the woods less... How in the world do you lot handle that salt in the air?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's gaze wanders to Rising's axe, and then to Riylli's staff. "So, you two must be adventurers, huh? You think you could teach me a thing or two? Punch better, smarter, harder? Oh, and! I didn't mean to be rude." He turns to Cravs. "Who's your friend?"

Rising Lotus Grinned, giving him a nod. "Aye! Do a lot of guard an' merc work. Takin' me all over, mostly back an' forth between Idyllshire an' places though. This one is still gettin' her footin' for it though." she snickered a bit as she eyed Riylli. "Oh, an' that's Singin' Gull. She's uh...a great singer an' has to save her voice most the time. We're guardin' her on her...singing journey?"

Riylli Aliapoh puffed her chest out. "Yup! Name's Riylli, Warrior of Earth!" she declared proudly, possibly forgetting Cravs and Rising were in earshot. "I'm a master of earth magic, but I'm sure I could give you some tips! Oh, and this is..." She trails off, staring at Cravs as her mind blanks on what her alias was. Thankfully Rising was there to have her back, though the Roegadyn still earned herself a glare from her little comment

Cravendy Hound 's frown twitches slightly. Singing Gull the Singer. Really? But she goes along with it anyway.

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's mouth forms an 'o' in awe. "Idyllshire? Never even heard of the place. Sounds cool though...And magic? How would I even start?" He turns back for a second to rest his rusty axe against a crate, and then hops right back into the conversation. "Like, just think really hard and magic happens? Hrrrghhhh.."

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head at the kid. "Nah, it aint that simple. It's more like... Y'know how you can move your fingers with your mind? You basically do that, but you move your aether about instead, and get THAT aether to move the aether OUTSIDE of you, and... Honestly I might not remember all the lessons, it's kinda just a reflex at this point. But you shouldn't be wastin' your talents on magic anyroad! You're a highlander right? You're gonna have plenty of muscle when you grow up, you should use-

Riylli Aliapoh -that instead!"

Rising Lotus could talk for hours about Idyllshire, but she resisted and tried to steer the conversation back on topic, which of course meant giving Riylli a light smack to the arm to get her to focus up. "Anyway, you know were we could find this Rot lady? Gull here is lookin' for gil for her next performance an' were hopin' to find some donations."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur is trying so hard to follow Riylli's explanation, but it leaves the poor kid's brain all tangled. "Huh, what? Huh? Uhh, oh, you want to meet Miss Rot? She's usually really busy so I have to schedule in advance. But I can ask if she's free to meet you all next time."

Riylli Aliapoh sighs. "Y'mean we gotta come all the way out here again..? Fine, I guess... Not like we can just go kick the doors down and demand to talk to her after all..." She muttered, offering a small glare to Cravs out of the corner of her eye

Rising Lotus cleared her throat, glaring at Riylli as she glared at Cravs "We'd appreciate that, jus' say that..uh..an up an' comin' singer is lookin' for fundin'. " she gave Baldur a nod, hoping that selling Cravs like that would make her the perfect target for a loan shark.

Cravendy Hound looks similarly annoyed, but shakes her head no to Riylli. It's not like they could go in there with wild accusations anyway - seemed worth strategizing over first.

Cravendy Hound - With the night fast approaching, Cravs motions with her hand to signal her intention to head home. Without bothering to wave goodbye to Baldur, she walks on ahead.

Rising Lotus watches Crav hurry away. "Uh sorry..." she put her hand to her mouth to muffle her words "Sort of a diva that one. Good luck out there lad!" she gave him a thumbs up before hurrying after 'Singing Gull'.

Riylli Aliapoh sighed once for not being allowed to rampage mindlessly, then once more as Cravs walked away without saying bye to the kid. She offers Baldur a wave. "You keep practicin' okay? We'll come by and see you again later, and maybe I'll share some of my adventurin' secrets with you!"

Cravendy Hound is a good distance ahead. As she passes by a stranger, there's some kind of odd collision that ends up tripping Cravs. Her mask drops off and rolls a few ilms forward as the stranger awkwardly, but quickly, makes their escape without even a sorry.

Cravendy Hound scrambles to recover the headware and fasten it back on. By the time Riylli and Rising have caught up, she's still kneeled over on the floor, troubled.

Riylli Aliapoh pretty much has to run to keep up with Cravs' long-legged walking, blinking in confusion as she notices her state. "H-Hey, you alright?"

Rising Lotus hurries to catch up to Cravs, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her face as she glanced around. "Aye..did you know that man or somethin'?"

Cravendy Hound: "I'm fine. Rattled is all." She whispers as she wobbles back up and takes a deep breath. ".....no, I didn't recognize them."

Rising Lotus looked around at the few bystanders eyeing the scene. "Maybe it'd be best to get out of here...before there's a chance to cause more of a scene." she said the last part in a whisper. Last thing they needed was the yellow jackets upon them.

Riylli Aliapoh raises her arm up seemingly to try to comfort her, only to hesitate and lower it back down. "...Let's talk outside of the city, all this salt is starting to make me sick..." She says, awkwardly attempting to give Cravs an out

Cravendy Hound: "...Right. No point in worrying about it now. Let's just get out of 'ere." She mutters.

#ff14 rp logs #Split Ends #riylli aliapoh #rising lotus #Cravendy Hound #*rubs hands together*#slowly but surely all of my disaster dominos are lining up

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bucketofcowboys · 4 years ago

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Anyways so here's a fic I made about my RDR OC Kathren Whiteman. (I probably won’t elaborate too much on her after this fic because honestly RDR OC culture scares me)

Also Arthur’s age in this is 12 because I headcannon he joined the gang around then. (thank you @wynkenblynken for that headcannon <3)

Words: 3,386

Warnings: No real warnings. Just some OC and kid Arthur content.

The local saloon was much like any other you could find in any old town in the west. Loose wooden doors that would swing open freely at the slightest push and old oak floorboards that would give an awful groan whenever a heavy boot would press down on it. It even had round wooden tables that were chipped at the sides and covered in scratches and booze stains on the top. At this time of day the saloon was pretty empty. Most of the people inside were eating a freshly bought meal from the bartender and few actually had drinks in their hands. The hot noon sun beat down on the dusty roads outside and rays of sun that cast down through the front windows of the saloon gave a lazy heat.

The splintered wooden door at the front of the saloon gently swung open and a woman walked through. Not wanting to linger in the doorway for too long, she headed straight for the bar. The copper spurs she wore on the heel of her dust stained boots rang with each step she took. She inspected the seats by the bar and made sure to sit on the one that had the least amount of splinters.

The bartender was an older gentleman. Crows feet fell upon the crease of his eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth framed his curled mustache. His hair was short, dark, and was pomaded into a fashionable slicked back look. His eyes were a silvery gray and they had a kind quality to them. When the bartender noticed the woman he turned his attention to her. At first he was a bit taken aback by her appearance. It definitely wasn't...traditional. She wore a cowboy's clothing and her hair wasn't pinned up. Instead it hung loosely and was short enough to barely touch her shoulders. The man got over his momentary shock in a moment, putting on a sweet and slightly awkward smile as he looked up at the odd woman.

"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked. His crows feet deepened as he smiled.

"Yeah. I'm fixin' for somethin' to eat." She offered a small crooked smile up at the bartender. Her hands rested on the bar and relaxed across them as if she was aching to feel the coolness of its surface. The man nodded and his eyes stared up at the ceiling for a moment as if he was recollecting something.

"Today we have...beef and fish stew and uhh..." he paused for a moment, "Oh! And oatmeal. All for three dollars."

"Beef stew sounds good." She retracted from her position on the bar so she would reach into the small leather coin purse that hung from the side of her belt. Another odd thing about the woman. She had holsters. One on each side of her hips and both holding old dirty revolvers. Heavily used ones at that. The man's silvery eyes immediately left the holsters when suddenly the woman slid a few worn dollars his way. His faked out smile soon returned as he took the money.

"I'll have that right out for you."

"Thank you kindly." He then turned to grab the hot stew she ordered.

As she waited for him to prepare her meal her eyes left the man and instead were attracted to the window. The sunlight that came through the glass stained the floor with a white glow. Where the rays were visable coming in it made it easy to see the dust that flew carelessly through the air. She found herself a bit distracted as she watched the swirling particles as they lazily floated through the light. So distracted that, when she felt a sharp tug on her belt it took her a few seconds to process what had happened. When her eyes shot down to where she felt the tug she was greeted by a child, seeming to he around ten or twelve, pulling on her coin bag until the strings untied from her leather belt.

As soon as she processed what had happened and went to grab at the little thief it was already too late. He had the purse held tight in his hands and was bolting away towards the door of the saloon. She quickly shot up from her chair and slipped in the process. Luckily the woman caught herself and fixed her footing before she could fall on the hard ground. As soon as she was back in balance she began to run after the boy who she saw sprinting out the door out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey!" She called after the boy. She ran down the steps that lead to the saloon door and out onto the dusty street. Passersby turned their head to watch the scene as she chased the young boy. "Come back here!" Her call seemed desperate. Everything she had was in that coin purse. She wasn't giving up on this chase. The boy tried to make an easy escape, squeezing between two men walking in the street in an attempt to slow his chaser down. When she came up upon the men she pushed past them, mumbling a rushed sorry before continuing the chase.

It took a few minutes and a couple of angry townspeople before finally she had chased him into an alleyway between the local store and the gunshop. The alleyway was narrow and only had one opening, and that was the opening where the woman was standing. The perpetrator kept running down the alleyway anyways, thinking wishfully that maybe he could find some sort of escape at the end. But all he found were the shadows that the two tall buildings cast into the small space. The woman's chest was heaving heavily now as she breathed and made a slow walk down the alleyway to trap the boy. She had chased people before, but they weren't usually spry young boys. She would much prefer chasing down run down middle aged men. At least they would be just as tired as she was at this point.

"You're a...fast runner....kid." She mumbled out between heavy breaths. The boy had pushed himself deep into the shadowy back corner of the alleyway. He clutched her coin purse close to his chest, as if loosening his grip at all would cause it to disappear entirely. He said nothing though, the only noise coming from him being his small labored breaths.

The woman had a good look at him now. Her previous assumption about him was right, he did seem to be about ten or twelve and he was skinny. Way too skinny than he should be. His skin was tanned and his cheeks and forehead were covered with blotchy red burns that looked hot to the touch. His unruly hair was a dark shade of blonde and it stuck to his forehead in dark patches as he sweated under the sweltering sun. His eyes were green and blue, like a river dipping between a luscious green valley. Though his eyes had such vivid colors they seemed dulled by the loneliness that hid behind them. She recognized those eyes. They were so familiar to her.

The boy expected the woman to hurt him. Take her coin purse back before kicking his head in and leaving him bloodied and bruised for what he did. He was sure he deserved it. Usually he would just snatch a dollar or two from the back pocket of some drunk fool at the tavern, but this time he was too desperate and too ballsy and decided to go for the coin purse. He wasn't proud of what he had done, he doesn't like stealing, but it was what he needed to do to survive. He sat in the corner of the alleyway, shrinking himself up in a foolish attempt to hide himself from the woman. He was scared. His breathing became more and more rapid the closer she came and tears pricked at the edge of his eyes as he sucked in the painfully dry air around him. He expected rage, violence, pain. But none of it came.

Instead the woman kneeled down onto one knee about two feet away from the boy and she looked down at him with a soft look in her deep brown eyes. A look of sympathy. A look of knowing.

"What's your name?" Her voice was soft as she spoke to him and her gaze was steady. It was almost as if she was trying to tame a wild animal. Build its trust. The boy was confused by her soft approach, and he stayed silent for a few moments to process everything. The woman stayed patient until his small weak voice finally broke from his throat.

"Arthur." His voice was raspy as if the desert air had weathered it down. The woman gave a slow nod and offered a kind smile.

"Arthur. Like king Arthur?" She mused, but when the boy answered her question only with a look of confusion she quickly left the subject. "I'm Kathren." Again, he didn't respond. She took the opportunity to take a step towards him. But as soon as she did he flinched back. She quickly took a step back again when she saw that flinch. "Well, Arthur, you have my money and I would really like to have it back." She said slowly.

Arthur quickly took the coin bag and threw it at the ground between them. He thought that maybe if he just listened to everything she said for him to do she'd leave him alone. Kathren's eyes flickered away from Arthur for a moment to focus on the coin bag. She then took a few cautious steps forwards before she grabbed the coin purse. She took a few seconds to fasten it back on the side of her belt, this time with a much tighter knot, and then focused her attention back on the boy.

"Where are your parents?" She asked him. He averted his eyes from her to look down at the dirt ground. A dull, aching stare. No answer left his lips, but that reaction was enough for her to realize what he meant. A deep frown made its way onto her features and the sympathy behind her eyes only grew. She took a slow step forward until there was only a foot between them, he pushed himself hard against the brick walls of the alleyway when she did. "I ain't gonna hurt you kid, calm down." She paused for a moment before speaking again, "Let me buy you a meal. You look skinny as hell and I ain't one to let a kid go starving." Along with her offer she offered her hand to him to help him up from the alleyway floor.

He stared at her hand for a few moments as he contemplated if he should accept her offer or not. He was starving, and there was no way he could lie about that. He hadn't eaten in days and the excruciating pain in his stomach made his decision easy. He took her hand and she pulled him up to his feet. Once he was up Kathren nodded towards the exit of the alleyway before beginning to head towards the main road that was still brightly lit by the smoldering sun. It was a great contrast from the cool shadows of the book she and Arthur found themselves in.

Arthur hesitated before he began to follow Kathren. His brain was telling him that this wasn't a good idea. That maybe she was just leading him to a quiet place to snuff him out. But at this point his hunger was dictating his actions. He ached to have some form of food and if she was willing to offer it he was going to follow like a moth drawn to a flame. He followed her from a small distance, about three feet between them. He looked around nervously at the people that were congregating in the main streets of the town. They all seemed to be looking their way with puzzled expressions clear on their faces. Arthur was just as confused as them if he was being perfectly honest. He didn't understand why this Kathren lady was being so kind to him.

Kathren and Arthur were soon walking up the steps that lead into the saloon they had just left. Kathren pushed open the front door that freely flung open wide. As she walked in she checked behind her to see if Arthur was still following her. She had a bit of a look of surprise when she realized he was still trailing behind her. They walked up to the bar and the bartender perked up when he noticed the woman was back from her chase, not noticing the boy that had trailed after her.

"I hope you got your money back. That little thief has been terrorizing the fine men that utilize my tavern and he's been scaring off customers. The little bastard..." he said to her before realizing that there was a second, much shorter figure with her. His mustache twitched as he leaned over the bar to get a better look and when he was greeted by none other than the thief he spoke of. He offered a nervous smile to the boy.

"Can I get the stew I paid for and uh..." she paused to reach into her coin purse once more and brought out three more dollars, "An oatmeal for the kid?" She slid the money towards the bartender and he stared up at her with an unreadable look before he finally took the cash.

"I uh--alright." His bushy eyebrows were furrowed, but he did his job and turned to make their meals.

Kathren turned back to look at Arthur. He was giving her a wide eyed look. Unsure of her motives but still satisfied with the fact that she wasn't lying to him about the food. She offered him a friendly smile.

"Come on." She nodded her head towards one of the smaller tables in the saloon that had two chairs facing each other. They both sat down at the table and soon enough they both had full bowls of their respective dishes hot and steaming in front of them. When Arthur began to eat Kathren could only compare the ferociousness of how he gobbled up the oatmeal to a cougar she saw ripping a jack rabbit to shreds a while back. He didn't even pause to take a breath as he shoved spoonfuls of oatmeal into his gullet on for a moment she swears she saw his face tint a slight purple.

"Christ kid, slow down." She grunted, causing the kid to look up from his bowl and at her. His cheeks were filled up with food and he looked a sight. "You're gonna give yourself a bad stomach ache and you'll be hacking up everythin' you just stuffed your mouth with." She scolded him, and he actually listened to her. He sat up in his seat and took a moment to chew the rest of the food in his mouth and made sure to take the next few bites slow. She watched him for a few moments before she started on her own food. After a few moments of silent eating finally the kid spoke one again for the first time since they left the alleyway.

"Thank you..." his voice was soft and his eyes were glued on his oatmeal. He quickly shoved another spoonful into his mouth. Kathren glanced up at him and chuckled.

"Like I said, I ain't one to leave a kid to starve." Arthur finally glanced up and caught her eyes. They were a deep soulful brown that were strangely comforting. Comforting in a way Arthur quite liked.

"...why?" Kathren had to pause for a moment to process his question, as if contemplating something.

"I suppose...cause I was like you once. Starvin' on the street, alone without my parents, stealin' whatever I could get my hands on..." She trailed off and looked off into the distance for a moment before her eyes flickered back to the boy, "That ain't no way of life, now is it?" He shook his head in agreement.

"Your parents are dead too?" Kathren gave a nod. "Did you like em'?" Kathren perked up at the question, having to think for a moment before she spoke again.

"I liked my Mama. She was brave and beautiful and kind...everything I wanna be." She reached her hand into the space between her button up and her neck. She pulled out a small copper coin pendant that was around her neck and she pulled it forwards to show Arthur. "This was hers. I always kept it cause' it reminded me of her. My pa on the other hand..." she tucked the pendant back under her shirt, "He was an awful man. I didn't like him much. What about you?" Arthur seemed a little surprised when the question was put back onto him.

"Well...I guess we're kind of the same? I quite liked my ma. My father...he was okay I guess. I didn't hate him but..." he trailed off before his eyes met Kathrens, "He wasn't a good man." The look in his eyes spoke numbers on how he felt about that. He didn't seem like he liked that fact but at the same time that same knowing look was there. Kathren let out a laugh. A laugh that seemed so heartfelt that it honestly surprised Arthur.

"I guess me and your pa got somethin' in common." Arthur's brows furrowed at that.

"What do you mean you've got something in common?"

"We both're bad."

"You don't seem that bad. I mean...you helped me."

"I can be kind and still be bad." She chuckled but the boy was frowning. A few moments of silence fell between them. Kathren took a few more slurps of her stew and soon enough her bowl was as empty as Arthur's. The boy was now pensively looking out the window as he waited for her to finish. She was the one who broke the silence again.

"Y'know...I could help you. I have a camp a little ways outside of town. We can give you food, water, a home." Arthur seemed to perk up as she spoke and her lips twitched up into a smile when she noticed his interest, "I camp with some real nice people too. A bit rowdy, but they're kind souls. I think Hosea'd probably like you..." she whispered that last part. Arthur seemed to be leaning over the table now.

"All of that for free?" He asked and she shook her head, his face immediately fell.

"No, not for free. But you don't pay with money." Arthur looked confused, "Just loyalty."

"Loyalty?"

"Mhm." She hummed back as if it was obvious what she meant. When she saw the lost look in his eyes she realized maybe she was assuming too much of the boy. "You're fast, small, and willin' to steal from others. You'd be the perfect bait for a good couple of robberies." She explained to him. Now he was starting to get it. "We give you the essentials, you steal us money." Arthur had an intense look on his face as he thought for a moment, weighing his options.

"Okay." He finally said.

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll do it." That same kind smile from before fell onto Kathren's lips when he finally agreed. Like she had won a prize. The way she saw it she just saved a life and got them some good bait for robbing. She knew it would take Dutch and Hosea some convincing to take the kid in but they could be influenced.

"Well, Arthur..." she stood from her seat and offered the boy a hand to shake, "Congratulations, you are now the newest member of the Van Der Linde gang." Arthur stared at her hand for a few moments before finally he reached out his own and took hers in a firm, or at least as firm as a twelve year old boy could manage, handshake.

This was definitely the start of something great. Kathren could feel it in her gut.

#rdr #rdr2 #rdr oc #oc #arthur morgan #fanfic #rdr fanfic #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #kathren whiteman

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selfshippinglover · 4 years ago

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all of the self insert development questions for your harry potter s/i >:3

AWWW THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH MAGNUS!! i’M PROBABLY LATE BUT YESS!! I’M EXCITED :DD

1. Does your insert have a name that’s different from yours? Does the name reflect their character in any way, or is it just because it sounds nice? How did you come up with it?

Nope! I mostly just stick with my own name just cause I like it to feel more like me in world :)

2. Does your insert have a very strong relationship with a f/o, maybe more than one? Tell us a little about the dynamic they have! This can be a bond that’s romantic, familial, or platonic, anything - even an enemy would count as a strong relationship!

~So, Hagrid and I have a very strong friendship before the whole dating thing! :DD I met well he was caring for a mythical creature and we bonded quickly just talking by it tbh :))

~McGonagall and I are best friends! we bond pretty quickly once the school year kicks off! As I’m a newer hire to the school, I’m still getting used to how everything works(I end up going via Hagrid’s recommendation!) and she actually helps me in between classes if I have any questions. We both care strongly for the lives of our students and are annoyed by the ones that are disruptive. So yeah, we also are fast friends :)

~I have a great deal of respect for Dumbledore despite his uhhh, “method” of teaching sometimes being straight up dangerous to others. Sometimes it’s even begrudging respect! I love the way he run things but I wish he’d put the students in less danger >:/ Still, I know I can feel safe to talk to him whenever I may need.

3. Who in their canon are they closest to? Who would they drop everything to come help, if anyone? Who’s the person they’re least close to? Who would they most likely not get along with, if anyone?

~I’m definately closest to Hagrid and McGonagall. I’d drop everything if even one of them was in danger.

~I mean, the only people I don’t really like ar the ones serving Voldemort....and Gilderoy =-=

4. Does your insert have a backstory? Tell us about it! How does their backstory, if any, define who they are? How does it reflect their relationships now? Their hopes and dreams?

~My backstory is very basic: I’m just another wizard in the world. Timid, unsure of what I wanna do with my life, and lowkey craving adventure.(boi does life deliver on that one fkhjhsjg) One day while walking through many of the forests in the Wiarding Worl, I meet a half giant. We become friends very quick and he shows me around his home as well as educates me on mythical creatures. I find out that he actually works at the most well reknown school in all of the magical world and they have a slot open! I’m anxious at first but decide(after much coaxing and the reminder that he’ll be there if I need him) to give it a shot. I end up making the cut and officially and becoming an assist teacher! I go around as many classes as I can and help out :33

~The only way my relationships are affected is by becoming closer and making new ones really.

~After having no big dreams, my dream becomes to learn how to help as many students as I can to reach their potential and to feel good about themselves! I always to preach to them about good mental health, remind them to drink often, and be aware when teachers and students aren’t feeling well. I offer to take their place if it’s a magic I know well enough.

5. Does your insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities? Are they passive, like the ability to befriend animals, or dangerous power that the villains want? Or if theyre evil - any powers the heroes want to stop?

I mean, as a wizard, I’ve got plenty! i try to have a decent array of everyday use kind of spells, lots of healing focu spells, and self-defense based ones. (I learn more offensive stuff at the school)So yeah, pretty passive.

6. Do they fight? What’s their weapon of choice? Do they stay on the sidelines? What would it take for them to get off the sidelines? Revenge? Saving a loved one? What’s the motivation for them to fight, or to stay OUT of a fight?

I really prefer to not use violence/engage in confrontation and will avoid it by sticking to the sidelines and only intervening when the students fight. If it were to be two professors, I’d probably stay out of it... ^-^’ the big thong that would push me out and/or through my fear would be if someone I cared about was stepping up to the plate/in danger. I can’t let others get hurt!

7. What kind of clothing style do they like? What would they never be caught dead wearing? What’s likely in their closet right now?

~I like a variety of aesethics but my insert ends up sticking to more formal attire sense it’s a school.

~I don’t really like wearing things that show a lot of skin so that really.

~Looots of formal attire, a few dresses, protective gear, enchanted clothes, and very casual clothing.

8. How do they fit into their canon world? What’s their role to play, if any? Do they have a big destiny? Or do they more live as a side character that’s helpful for the protagonists/antagonists?

I’m mostly a side character that has her own personal arc about feeling good enough in that place and stepping up against my personal fears to help others.

9. Their favorite foods? Colors? Activities? What do they enjoy in life? How do they express their joy for things they like?

~Magic foods are freaking weird so I stick with the most looking stuff XDD

~Red and Pink are still favorite colors, hang out with the other teachers, patrol campus, learn about mythical creatures, take day trips to the shopping districts, read the newspapers, and hang out with my friends :33

~She expresses joy by sharing with others, stimming via movement, and just being all excited when talking about it :33

10. Their least favorites? What don’t they enjoy in life? How do they deal with being presented with things they don’t like?

~just don’t like the usual stuff, anger, confrontation, jerks, being forced into things you know, the usual.

~I just have a fear reaction to most things so I try to avoid it and/or deescalate things.

11. How easy is it to make your insert angry? Sad? How easy is it to twist their emotions into negative things? By contrast, how easy are they to cheer up? What can brighten a bad day?

~As a sufferer of fear and depression, being sad comes easily. Anger is an emotion reserved for very few evil acts. I’ve learned to cope a bit better at that point so I don’t immediately fall into sadness but a few more pushes or crazy things happening would overwhelm me fast.

~I’m a bit hard to cheer up if I’m suffering a depressive episode but way easier if I just feel bad. Distraction works perfectly fine in that situation. I really just need downtime and my friends faces.

12. Is your insert a loner, or do they prefer crowds? Do they warm up easily, or do they tend to take longer to befriend others? What kinda people do they get along with? Who are they likely to be uncomfortable with?

~I’m pretty sociably flexible as long as there aren’t large crowds. (Though I don’t like meeting groups of new people cause it makes me anxious) I find it easy to befriend others since I treat others like my friends from the start. I can be nice to anyone, ya know? It mostly depends on my energy level that day tbh.

~I’m only really uncomfortable with angry people, people that boost their own ego at the cost of others, people that commit horridly evil acts, and people that are super narrow-minded about things.

13. What are your insert’s goals? Their hopes and dreams for the past/future/present! Do they intend to achieve no matter what? Could anything stop them, big or small?

Nothing big, just exsist happily and not suffer through their terrible mental struggles all the time. Later on though, she decides she wants to help and protect everyone to the best of her ability; no matter the situation. She is very easily pushed into doing things unless it’s for others so uhh, once all the bad stuff happens, the situation and fear for her students and peers pushes her into action.

14. Does your insert have any family relations? How do they get along? How do they disagree? Is it a biological family? Adopted? Or is it found family? How did this family come together, if it was one of the last two?

Not really, no? Well, idk yet. Kinda questioning if McGonagall could be an older sister.

15. Does your insert have any enemies? What’s that dynamic like? Why are they enemies? Did they ever get along in the past? Is patching up differences out of the question for the future?

I mean, the only people she has anything against are people that try to hurt the ones she loves and well, that’s self-explanatory on its own.

16. Free question space! Ask whatever you want to know!

No one asked but Luna Lovegood is underrated as hell and the movies did her dirty!!

#evil-lady-kisser #my self insert #my s/i #hp

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what if you.....answered all of them......for tsuki 😳 — @cringyalienships

t...tsukishima?? oh my fuckin god ofc scout you know me so well. thank you for sending an ask! @cringyalienships (gonna be answering w my self-inserts/ocs bc they’re basically me just look not like me shhdgsj-)

strawberry: before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?

uhh, well, it’s tsukishima, it was probably something that built up that he tried to repress it and brush it off like it was nothing, but when he couldn’t and he realized it was romantic feelings, he was probably like, “fuck my life.” and he couldn’t bring himself to hate aika for it, because she was just being herself and doesn’t have control over his feelings. as much as he wanted to avoid her, or be cold to her, he also couldn’t bring himself to do that either(he believed that he didn’t deserve her(BRUH), but even though he thought that, he wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt her to make her avoid him), so he just continued on with life, but eased up with teasing her than with others, and even joked with aika to try and get closer. he just waited to see any signs of her feeling the same way. (LET KEI TSUKISHIMA BE SOFT 2020 I WILL FIGHT ON THAT)

rose petal: what traditions do you and your F/O share?

for holidays, they definitely celebrate halloween together, aka: aika forces tsukishima to wear a costume while saying “i got this for you with my money, you have to wear it” and he just groans and puts it on reluctantly while complaining. but usually they go to a store and buy a bunch of candy instead of going house to house(they both agreed that it's better if they just went and bought candy than walking around for two hours). occasionally they will hang out with some of the others. just normal traditions between them are probably doing things like listening to music together, or talking about music or suggesting/showing music and bands to each other(this happens a lot more than they like to admit), and this can go on for HOURS.

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

they both show it in small ways in public by helping with schoolwork/studies, sharing earbuds, even just looking at each other, they don’t want a bunch of people to flock around them just to ask about their relationship, so they aren’t super affectionate. but when they are alone, they act like they’ve been touch-starved for their entire lives, and are basically holding onto or resting on the other at every moment, and a lot of the time they nap or spend the night at each other’s houses. but, whenever either of them get hurt, whether they’re in public or not, they will immediately go to them and patch them up/help them feel better the best they can(whenever tsukishima’s hands get injured while playing volleyball, she’ll kiss the spots that hurt, and tsukishima will kiss the callouses on aika’s hands from playing guitar, or any other injuries or scars).

coconut mango: what mementos do you and your F/O treasure?

they definitely cherish letters/origami crafts they give each other(aika makes origami gifts for tsukishima, tsukishima writes letters, i don’t make the rules). but the one they both treasure the most is a small dinosaur plushie that aika was able to get at an arcade, which she secretly bought with the arcade tickets that she won. as they were leaving she looked at tsuki and said, in the most serious tone she could muster, “i have to admit something to you.” at first this kinda freaked him out at first until she took out the dinosaur plushie with a huge grin, that earns her a glare and a elbow jab to the shoulder which made her laugh. aika always brings it to tsukishima’s house with her and he teases her about it.

nectarine: do you and your F/O live together? If so, what does your living space look like?

while they don’t live together at the moment, they definitely plan on living in a small apartment and aika has more experience in getting an apartment and living in one. they kinda just knew their plans without ever talking about it, and when aika does mention it to him, he just says, “i mean, it doesn’t need to be a mansion or a big house, we don’t need a whole lot. i definitely don’t, just you... and your snake.” aika falls in love for a second time, but also smacks his chest and is like, “YOU JUST WANT ME FOR MY SNAKE!!!” which makes them both laugh.

pineapple: what toppings does your f/o like on their pizza? what about you?

tsukishima is the basic bitch who would only like plain cheese on his pizza(i can’t say much though), and that’s it, he thinks it’s too much of a hassle to ask for extra shit on his pizza. aika likes those burger pizzas, where they have burger shit on a pizza, she is in love with it and tsukishima definitely makes fun of her for it and they get into small debates about which is better.

lemon sorbet: does your F/O get jealous easily?

i don’t see tsukishima getting jealous easily, and if he does, it’s rare. he knows that aika is SUPER loyal to him and their relationship, and would probably insult someone if they tried to get her to break up with tsukishima or if they began to flirt with her(something she definitely adopted while being with tsuki), and he’d never do it to her either and doesn’t see the point in doing it when he has a girlfriend who he cherishes a lot. they are both head over heels for each other.

key lime: how would you describe your self-ship’s aesthetic?

tsukishima literally IS the smart cocky kid aesthetic, blonde bitch boy, but with the glasses. now aika is literally an emo but also a chaotic mom friend, but she also has a pinch of pastel goth. both together they probably have the intimidating “we look like nerds, but we could beat you up, and we will depending on the situation.” but they’re also super chill so they won’t unless it’s necessary(aika will throw hands for tsuki if you push her to that point, so don’t test her).

pistachio: when was the last time that you or your F/O cried during a movie?

one night aika probably brings over the land before time(my childhood movie it is so good) and forces tsukishima to watch it, and after some convincing they do. at the hella sad scene at the start(if you know you know), as they’re watching it aika starts to tear up, and buries her face into tsuki’s shoulder to hide it, but her crying was a mix of the scene being sad, and it reminding her of past shit that happened. tsukishima realizes she’s crying and before he thinks about teasing her, he realizes that it’s not just because of the movie and just hugs her instead while pausing the movie, waiting for her to calm down. but after she does, he teases her jokingly to try and make her laugh, it works, of course. (you can see where the angst side of me came out)

matcha: what kind of gifts does your F/O give you? Are they always buying you little presents or do they invest only in larger items for birthdays or holidays?

they’re never really buy gifts unless it’s a special occasion, but most of the time they’ll make playlists for each other since they both like music, and like i said before, aika gives me the vibes that she would make origami-themed things and break into tsuki’s locker and leave them there, or she’ll just leave them on his desk, or in his room, etc. OH AND AND!! whenever the earbuds/headphones they have break, they definitely end up with a new pair by the end of the day with a note that says ‘try not to break these ones, love you. <3′.

blue moon: is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?

tsukishima is semi-routine-oriented, go to school, go to volleyball club, go home, study, listen to music, sometimes it’ll change depending on what happens or what is occurring in the future. he probably doesn’t mean to do it on purpose and doesn’t stress over a schedule, it’s just what comes to him naturally. with aika, she just goes with the flow, she used to be more heavily routine-oriented in middle school because she was more popular then and felt pressured to be “perfect”, and went through life on a schedule. but after meeting the people she hangs out with in highschool(aka monti), she fell out of it and began to just, not really care?

cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!

i don’t think y’all realize how much i love this and how many times i have this picture and the gif saved, it’s not healthy.

teaberry: where would you like to travel with your F/O someday?

honestly, they probably try to look up museums to go to that are more based around dinosaurs and dinosaur fossils, where they are, how much it would cost to go there, etc. they want to make sure everything is perfect if they do ever travel anywhere. but honestly, even if everything went wrong, they would both probably think it was perfect anyways because they’re together.

raspberry swirl: how does your F/O cheer you up when you are feeling down?

usually whenever aika is feeling down out in public, even if they’re in the same room, tsukishima will shoot her a text with a link to a song he found with a text that reads: ‘reminded me of you, i hope you know that i’m here if you need someone to talk to. i love you.’ after sending it, he watches her reaction and relaxes when he sees her smile and look at him. but in private, he’ll hug her from behind and hold her, letting her do what she needs to do to feel better, whether it’s crying, sitting there in his arms, hugging him back, etc. after awhile he’ll start to kiss her face, shoulders, hands while mumbling ‘i love you’ after every kiss. then afterwards he’ll say, “this stays between us.” and this makes aika almost cry laughing.

red velvet: what is your favorite food to bake with your F/O?

they for sure make cookies together, specifically chocolate chip cookies, they both agree that chocolate chip is the best and make them together. usually, it’s tsukishima doing most of the cooking because aika is goofing off, or gettng distracted by her friends, and she will definitely steal cookie dough and be sneaky about it, but tsukishima catches her EVERYTIME, even when he’s not looking he just knows, and can sense it. but when they finish, they are super good and aika always praises him about it. aika also definitely makes tsukishima dino-themed treats and food in general, which makes tsukishima glare at her and say, “y’know i like other things, right?” and aika just shrugs and comments, “dinosaurs and reptiles remind me of you, sooooo...”

OH MY FUCKING GOD IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND TOOK ME SO LONG TO TYPE UP I GOT VERY DETAILED AND LIKE MULTIPLE TIMES I HAD TO STOP AND CALM DOWN BC I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS DUDE LIKE JWJWHRFJHWERJ???? ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!

#sylvie . answers ➷#sylvie . rambles ☙#🌕 fill . the . void 🎧#hq!!#haikyuu!!#👾 scout .#sylvie’s f/o ask game 1!!

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crimsonrae · 4 years ago

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Bear and Birdie

Chapter Six

Summary: AU Howard only ever had Birdie to confide in as a child and Steve only ever had Bucky. So, what happens when more than just a supersoldier serum connects these people? Told in a collection of one-shots and flashbacks, rating subject to change.

Bucky BarnesxOFC

Rating: Mature

Chapter Six

1932 Kingston, New York

"Birdie?"

Howard bit the inside of his cheek as he leaned against the door to his cousin's bedroom. The wooden surface was cool to the touch, but he barely noticed as he strained to hear some sort of noise come from inside. Nothing. Not even the softest breath could be heard. He sighed and pressed his forehead to the grainy panel. He hated his life, he decided silently. His chocolate brown eyes watered for a moment before he stodgily pushed back at the sorrow and pain choking his heart. He wanted his cousin, his best friend. She hadn't left her room since they had received the news and that had been three days ago.

"Birdie, please let me in." Howard murmured raggedly. He expected more silence and wasn't disappointed when nothing happen. Fortifying himself for what he would do next, Howard lifted trembling fingers to the cold metal door knob. He swallowed back a brief swell of panic, fearful that Elena would just cast him from the room. The door gave way with the slightest of turn and he cautiously peered inside.

Elena's bed laid empty. The white linens smooth and crisp as if the fabric had never been touched. Confusion marred Howard's face as he moved more fully into the room. There was no noise coming from the attached bathroom and for a dreadful moment he wondered if he would find….He shook his head and dislodged his morbid thoughts as he began to furiously search her room. Elena had to be here – she needed to be here. He couldn't lose her too. It wasn't until he neared her wardrobe that he saw her.

There was a small space between the window and her wardrobe, he remembered that she used to like to hide in it when they were younger. Elena had squeezed into it now. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her hair tethered in a loose braid. Howard couldn't see her face, but that didn't matter as he crept closer to kneel in front of his cousin. His protector. He couldn't remember a time when Elena hadn't taken care of him, hadn't patched his wounds, and wiped away his tears, hadn't jump to his defense anytime someone tried to pick on him. She was his rock – he had never had to be hers. Until now.

"Birdie." He whispered as his hand brushed lightly over her ankle.

A muffled sniffle and a choked response of, "Go away." was all he heard.

"No." He murmured as his thumb unconsciously began to rub soft circles over her skin. Another sniffle and Elena slowly brought her head up. He almost wished she hadn't as he looked into hollow blue eyes. The normal mischievous spark was gone and something whimpered and withered inside Howard at the pain he faced. He almost wished she were angry. His Elena simply looked lost and defeated, neither were words that should ever describe his cousin. Her eyes were swollen from harsh tears, her complexion ruddy and aching. He wanted to bundle her into bed and lock the world away like they did when he was seven and had a broken arm, "Birdie."

The nickname brought on a new stream of silent tears and Howard gulped at the sight. Her head fell listlessly against her wardrobe a she whispered, "I'll never hear him call me, Pigeon again."

Howard closed his eyes briefly and forced a bitter smile, "Nor will I hear him call me, Nephew. I don't think I ever heard him say my name."

A heartbreaking titter escaped Elena's mouth before she lost all fight to a strangle sob, "I just want Papa."

Howard felt his heart shatter and wilt and was unable to stop his tears from piercing his eyes. He whispered a soft, "I know."

Yet, he couldn't watch further as his brave cousin fell apart. He pulled her slight form into his arms and bit the inside of his cheek again to suppress his sobs as Elena gave into hers. He would be her rock now.

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1922 Brooklyn, New York

Robert Barnes rubbed at the back of his neck as he stared at the mound of bills on the kitchen table. He was going to lose the house if he didn't come up with some money fast. He was behind on the mortgage…too far behind and the medical bills just never seem to stop coming. He heaved a soft sigh and pushed the bills away as he felt his heart clench in pain.

Jeanie…

The funeral costs had taken more out of the accounts than Robert had anticipated. He would have spent it all on his wife and baby girl, but he still needed to take care of his son. He peered into the living room to see his little boy playing with his toy fire truck. He wasn't making any sound, however, just pushing the truck forward. Robert frowned, feeling his heart break even further at seeing his normally energetic son so…quiet. It was a word he never thought he would use to describe Bucky.

Standing from the table he came to sit behind his son, "You saving the world, Buck?"

His little boy shrugged, never really looking up. Robert bit back a sigh and resisted the urge to pull Bucky into his arms and never let go. Instead, he ran a hand through his son's messy hair, "You know I met your mother because of a fire."

Bucky frowned curiously, "A fire?"

"Mmhm." Robert nodded as he pushed the fire truck back to his son, "Your grandparents owned a bakery and when your mother was sixteen your grandma decided that she should started working at the shop. Only your mother was not a very good cook then."

"Mommy makes good food though." Bucky protested. He loved his mother's pot roast.

Robert half-smiled at his five-year-old's defense of his mother, "Yes, she does - did. But only after your grandmother spent a lot of time teaching her everything that she knew. When your mother started to work in the bakery, she wanted to impress your grandfather by making a few loaves of bread on her own. Only she forgot to keep an eye on the bread and set the bakery on fire."

"Mommy set a building on fire?" Bucky's eyes were impossibly wide at the thought of his mother doing anything bad, "Did grandma give her a time out?"

"Uhh ha." Robert grinned as he tried not to laugh, "I don't know, but she was in a lot of trouble. She was inside the bakery screaming for help when I passed by. I ran inside to see her swatting at a smoking oven with a dish cloth."

Bucky smiled faintly, "You saved mommy."

Robert returned the smile as he tried not lose himself in a wave of nostalgia, "I tried to…Your mommy wasn't very happy when I threw a bucket of water onto the oven. She claimed I destroyed her bread and didn't really want to talk to me again."

"But mommy never gets mad." Bucky said softly as he fiddled with his truck.

"Oh your mommy used to get mad at me all the time." Robert replied quietly, "It's why I loved her."

Bucky's brow furrowed and Robert could tell that his son thought he was strange, "You liked mommy getting mad?"

Robert chuckled, "No, I didn't like that she would be mad. I liked that your mommy didn't put up with my sh… excuses. She saw right through me."

Robert could tell that Bucky didn't really understand, but that was okay. He just wanted his son to remember his mother. Wanted him to know that she was a person and real. He ran his hand through his son's hair again and brushed a thumb over his cheek. Bucky looked up at him sadly. His big blue eyes reminding Robert so much of Jeanie.

"Daddy…I want mommy." Bucky whispered.

Robert felt tears prick at his eyes as he finally gave into his earlier urge and pulled his son into his arms and pressed a kiss to his head, "I do too, buddy."

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1934 Kingston, New York

It was snowing. Elena's ocean blue stare followed the fluttering of icy flakes as she waited quietly in the den of the Stark house. She did not care much for snow. Its biting cold seemed to seep into the deepest pores of her body whenever she stepped out into it, but she loved to watch as the pure whiteness blanketed the world. The first snowfall was always the greatest. The flakes were just starting to settle to the earth and had an abstract fuzzy quality that made the glaring white seem soft to touch. She found it hypnotizing, in its own strange way, making it easier for her to block out the sounds of her family in the next room.

The sound of her mother's grating laugh tore at her nerves as the family conversed with the Davenports. It was time for that all-encompassing and draining Sunday dinner with her Uncle Howard… which meant that half of Kingston's prominent families were in attendance. Elena was not in the mood to make polite small talk and feign genial smiles that particular weekend. She bit back a sigh and idly fingered the silver band wrapped around her middle finger.

"You're amazing at avoiding parties."

Elena startled in her seat as her gaze swung around to find Howard Jr. struggling not to smile at her expense. She silently huffed, "Ass."

Howard simply grinned.

Straightening from the chair, she found herself softening a little as she moved to greet her cousin with a hug, "What are you doing here? I thought school didn't release the prisoners for another few weeks."

"The warden took a trip home this weekend and I thought I'd take the opportunity to make a break for it." He smirked mischievously, "I figured Daddy dearest could put up with harboring a fugitive tonight."

"Hmm, lucky him." Elena stepped back and studied the young man before her. They were the same height now and she had no doubt that in another few years he would outgrow her. His eyes held a light that spoke of his good care at Emerson Academy. Her lips twisted into a small smile as she reached up to touch his chin, "What is this? You need to wash your face, there's something on your lip."

Howard ducked out of her reach and scowled, "It's called a mustache, Birdie."

"If you say so." She snorted in amusement as she eyed the barely-there strip of hair that was decorating her cousin's face. It was too pathetic in her opinion to even be called a mustache, "It looks more like dirt."

"I'll have you know it took me two months to grow this." He groused as he touched the peach fuzz as if to make sure it really wasn't dirt. He had spent a lot of time cultivating his new look.

Elena nearly choked on a laugh as she replied, "Howard, there's a reason you don't see many - any fifteen year old boys with a mustache…They can't grow them yet."

"I can." Howard stated childishly which only seemed to encourage Elena's merriment, "Oh shut up."

She grinned unrepentantly as Howard continued to scowl at her. By the way he was fidgeting Elena could tell he wanted to go check his appearance in the mirror. She suppressed a laugh and gently nudged his shoulder, "So what's the real reason you're home? I know you try to avoid being near your father for any extended amount of time."

Howard shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flitting briefly over her form before pausing for a moment on the hand holding her ring. He reached out and pulled her hand up for inspection before finally meeting her gaze again, "You have to ask?"

"No." Elena's mouth twisted into a sad smile as she pulled her hand away. Her thumb unconsciously rubbed the metal band as she studied her cousin again, this time looking for any hint of pity. There was none, only silent sadness and muted pain, "No, I guess not."

"I miss him." Howard whispered bitterly, and Elena found herself blinking back tears as she tried to stop the trembling of her lower lip. "I wish he had been my dad…instead of my uncle."

"He wanted that too." Elena murmured as she tried to twist her lips into a smile, but found herself swallowing against the sudden tightness in her throat. She had been trying so hard not to think of her father; she hurt so much whenever she did. She missed his smile, and his odd sense of humor…she missed his kindness. The only kind person in their twisted little family…she missed – she just missed him.

Howard vainly ignored his own watery eyes as he nudged his struggling cousin. In truth, Samuel Turner had been the only decent father figure he had ever had, and his death the previous year had left him lost and bewildered, but not as devastated as Birdie. He pushed a thin smile to his lips. "Do you remember how confused your dad made me over your name when we were little?"

Elena's lips twitched. "You didn't understand why he kept calling me Pigeon."

"And Uncle Leo was no better…always calling you Ducky, or Ducks," Howard continued, his eyes gleaming at the fond memory. "I was convinced that you were named after some type of bird by the time I was five."

"Named after?" Elena giggled disbelievingly. "You used to follow me around looking for feathers and nagged me to teach you how to fly…. Nearly gave your mother a heart attack when you tried to jump off the roof with wooden boards and a sheet strapped to your arms."

"She never believed me when I told her it was your idea," he muttered ruefully as Elena smiled shamelessly; it had been her idea. "She didn't let me out of her sight for a week."

She shrugged. "It could have been worse. You started calling me Birdie then."

"Well of course. You were your dad's little carrier pigeon, our uncle's duckling, a mother hen when I was hurt and a mockingbird when I did something stupid…You're Birdie."

Elena shook her head at him though her smile remained. "You're always doing something stupid."

"And you're always mocking me."

The two cousins smirked at each other as they fell into a comfortable silence. Elena rubbed her ring again as she felt her sadness linger, but this time she did not feel as despairing.

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1928 Brooklyn, New York

It didn't bother him, he could ignore it.

Laughter pierced his ears and Steve bent his head even more as he focused on his sketch. His fingers were beginning to shake from the intense grip he had on his pencil. He could ignore it. He blinked trying to hold back tears. He was stronger than this…he knew he was. Swallowing tightly, he added a few more lines to the bird he was trying to draw. He never noticed the shadow that passed over him or when that shadow sighed and sat down in front of him.

"Stevie."

He ignored the voice…or at least he tried, but his fingers suddenly became still and the pencil wouldn't move across the page. He tried so hard to make it move.

"You don't have to sit here by yourself, you know."

Still Steve didn't lift his eyes to acknowledge the other's presence. He wanted this day to be over, "They showed interest in you, Buck. You'll have a new family. That's a good thing."

Bucky frowned as Steve finally looked up to meet his eyes and forced a smile. The kids in the orphanage generally were excited when couples came through to look at them. It usually meant that someone would get to leave. No more cold porridge meals, or harsh rules enforced by the nuns and their lethal rulers. Bucky never gave the couples a second glance. He remembered his mother with her soft words and warm embraces. He had known his father...he fought back a wince at the choking sensation that never failed to appear at the thought of Robert Barnes. A man he missed more than anyone. And for a brief moment in his life he remembered his baby sister, Rebecca. They were dead now, and he was alone-except for Stevie. He ignored the deep-seated pang that came with their memory – being sad was just a waste.

Besides he didn't need new parents. This was something that Stevie didn't seem to understand. He had seen the crushed look in his friend's eyes as the new couple spent a few minutes talking to him. Stevie thought he'd be leaving him…like everyone else had left him.

"They can show all the interest they want, Stevie. I'm not going anywhere." Bucky said firmly, though it seemed comical seeing a eleven-year-old being that serious.

"Bucky, you should go with them if they want you." Stevie said, not understanding why his friend wasn't leaving their hole of an orphanage.

"What for? I like it here."

Steve snorted and looked back down at his drawing, "No one likes it here."

"Maybe I do." Bucky said defiantly, "Besides who would you talk to."

"I can make friends, you know." Steve said with a frown. He loved Bucky, but sometimes he really could strangle his friend.

"Didn't say you couldn't." Bucky shifted to sit next to the slightly smaller boy and pulled an apple from his pocket. Sister Tonya predicted that he was due for a growth spurt soon with the amount of food he had been eating, "Let's go do somethin'."

Steve nearly rolled his eyes, "Buck we're not supposed to leave while the adults are here."

Bucky shrugged, "So, they're not here for us. Let's go do something."

"The man talked to you." Stevie stressed.

Bucky nearly threw his apple at the blonde in frustration. He didn't want to talk about the couple that were viewing the kids. The couple was nice, he would admit, but they were looking for a kid to save and James Buchanan Barnes did not need to be saved. He got decent food, he had a place to sleep and he had his family in the form of Stevie. He didn't need another set of parents…though he may accept Mrs. Rogers as another mom. He looked curiously over at his friend who had his head bent over his sketches again, "When was the last time you saw your mom?"

Steve froze again, a pained expression crossing his face as he thought of his mother. She was trying so hard to get him back, "It's been awhile….Aunt Milly has moved back from Oklahoma to take care of her."

The last time he had seen his mother she had been constrained to her bed too weak to get up. His aunt had just arrived and had been fluttering around the sad little apartment that Sarah Rogers had been forced to move into when her medical bills began to pile up. An illness and bills that had made it impossible for her to take care of her only son. So he had been placed St. Catherine's Lost Home for Boys. She used to visit every week, but then she just got worse. It had been almost a month since Stevie last saw her.

"Let's go see her." Bucky said as he finished off his apple.

Steve knew that Bucky had taken a shine to his mother when she had asked to meet him. She had seemed genuinely happy to find that Steve had a friend. It had been a long time since Bucky had seen the woman as well, and it concerned the brunette that the small woman was so sickly. Stevie was constantly sick, but that was mostly due to his asthma not to an illness that, as Stevie put it, came out of nowhere.

There was a small pause as Stevie looked both hopeful and uncertain. He hated going to that apartment. It really wasn't home to him and he dreaded seeing his mom so sick. He really did want to see his mom, though – he missed her. Almost timidly Steve nodded his head, "Yeah…ok, we can do that."

Bucky grinned broadly, happy to see his friend looking a little less depressed, "Great…You think she'll have those cookies again."

Steve rolled his eyes and nudged his friend as he gathered his things, "I don't know, Buck. She always has something, though."

The duo smiled at each other as they began to go down the street. For once Steve felt like nothing was amiss that he was simply going home with his brother.

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