#and yet these two are having a rough fucken time about it

[mercymaker]

me having a normal one today

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, cnc mention, rough sex, spit, spanking, degrading, deku using blackwhip, manipulation. lmk if i didnt tag it. attempted kidnapping, stalker themes implied.

an: its been edited for more… fantasy.

the city was clear skied at night, civilly looking and dressed by the way. no villains were out, crime was semi dying downing and only left to maybe crimes that occurred twice a month. even then, it wasnt like it was eliminated.

maybe the universe was trying to give you and izuku, the number two pro here, after todoroki, a chance at happiness. maybe a saving grace, it could be. it only started after you and izukus marriage, it was a good thing. the media went crazy about you and izuku marrying , screaming how it wasnt meant to be.

thats the only reason it brought izukus rating down, because of a damn relationship. it wasn’t supposed to be you and izuku, it was just supposed to be ochako and izuku. yet, izuku always assured you that you were his true love.

and maybe that saving grace after the marriage was short lived, since crime spiked back up, immediately too.

and it was one that was very, destructive. which only meant a specific person that unfortunately fell into the hands of crime when he was attempting to be a hero.

dynamight.

izuku often did search for him, attempting to find his childhood best friend who desperately wanted to be a hero. but would always come up empty handed..

this time was different.

“izuku!” you screamed, keeping the door open and just staring at the horrifying box in front of you. he comes stumbling down the stairs, hand on your hip and bug eyed at the box.

someone has it out for you, bad. and they have your address, presumably pretending to be usps. or it was someone who worked at the delivery company, sending you body parts for and as an act of love.

it didnt make sense to you.

“are you going to be okay when im gone, love?” izuku says, tightening up his hero boots and looking to you. you nod, feeling his hand caressing your cheek and kissing your lips. “good. i love you.”

“i love you.” you say back, watching him depart from you in a instant. he had to go to the americas for a mission, supposedly. there was a big problem over there and they needed as many heroes as possible.

thats what heroes do, right?

thats what you at least remind yourself, since you were on active leave because of a big mission you did. you were forced to take a break, since your arm and shoulder were damaged. you were only discharged a couple months ago—

“grab the girl!” a rando shouted, a hand over your mouth and a knife to your throat. you were fucked, dropping your phone in a scramble and you damn sure couldnt use your fucking quirk. “what a lucky day! just my damn luck–!”

and you heard him gargle, was he that fucked in his mind he had gone rabid? his hands drop, his heavy weight pushing into you and you.. move away? you look to see what had happened, only to see his head had became scrambled.

you feel a cold sweat, your stomach churning and it feels like you could vomit. sure, youre a pro now— that doesnt mean you cant feel a little sick from the gore of the scene. you look to the wall, reading it.

‘youre welcome.’

someone had saved you? it was that quick? you look around the area, top and bottom. there wasnt a gunman, nor was there any traces. you scramble to find your device, calling izuku.

please, pick the fuck up.

“baby?” he asks, sounding concern.

“i almost got kidnapped—“ you start, but you think that izuku would freak out. but.. hes more calm. “but, the weirdest shit happened, the perp just.. died behind me! his head.. its like halfway gone, and i guess whoever the ‘hero’ of the night is, basically said i was fucken welcomed.”

“youre okay though, right?” izuku asks. no, youre not fucking okay, you just almost got abducted and someone blew someones head off behind you! you grunt a response, “okay, get home safe, okay bunny?”

yeah, right.

yet, something felt.. off about him when he came back. he said he would be back by the twentieth of july, and it was the fucking first of august.

“where have you been?” you ask, worried, scared, nervous, angry, confused all hit you at the same time. it felt like hell, you didn’t want to be that insecure wife that questioned her husband each day.

“something came up, im sorry baby.” he apologized, coming over to hold you and kiss your cheek. “you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“i..” you try and start, but the words just got stuck into your throat.

“you?” izuku tries to help, but it looks like he didnt want to hear it. feigning confusion and worry on his face, not like you could tell.

you were too in love and worried to even pay attention.

“i.. i forgive you.” you say, shaking those negative feelings and thoughts away from your body. it was good that you did that, you never did well with it.

good, according to plan.

you both went to sleep peacefully that night, you did at least…

until you didnt, you were a light sleeper. and of course, you heard something. something wasnt right, no, it was too hot. izuku mustve changed the temperature in the house.

your feet move , still groggy and looking at the thermostat.

seventy-nine degrees?! did he want both of you to fucking boil!? you curse under your breath, changing it back to the original temperature, at least sixty degrees. yet, something still didnt feel right—

creak!

you think its izuku, so you go back upstairs. that boy was still asleep—

creeakk!

someone or something was in the house, and you shake him. “izuku, somethings in the house.” you silent shout, knowing he wasnt that heavy of a sleeper. was he really that tired to where he wouldnt wake to do a check in the house?

fine, be that fucking way, deku.

you go on your own, and you tiptoe in your own fucking house.. how comical. but there is a lingering smell, it wasnt a familiar smell.

or at least, not yours or izukus.

you check each room, there wasnt anything.. and then back downstairs. maybe you were paranoid—

no, the fuck you werent. or maybe you just see a big ass shadow man sitting in the corner of the living room. you stop in your tracks, you have to be making eye contact with this.. thing.

he clears his throat, tapping his foot, and goes to stand up–

“midori—mff!” you try to shout for him, but a hand comes around your mouth and you can smell it, chloroform.

you wake up finally, groggy and trying to remember what had happened, but you see him, bakugou. you remember his suit, his hair, those mean, red eyes that you had first fallen in love with.

“nothin’ to say?” he starts, pulling his hands out of his gloves and crouching in front of you. “welcome home, beauts.”

“zuku!” you try, but bakugou just laughs.

“he’s probably still asleep, he was always a heavy sleeper.” bakugou started again, “izuku?” he mocks, looking around and back to you. “still asleep.”

“you—“

“yeah yeah, im a villain, this that ‘n the third.” he mumbles, kissing your cheek then getting close to your ear. “but i saved you, didnt i?” he whispers, “youre welcome.”

and it clicks, he was the one that blew the guys’ brains out.

you hear a door open, and a tuff of green hair. izuku walks in, standing in the doorway and dynamight just looks at him. “izuku! please..” you say, knowing he would save you.

“oh, hey kacchan.” he simply says, walking over and dapping him up. it confused the fuck out of you, and he just looks at you like there isnt a fucking villain in front of you. “hi, baby.”

“midoriya, what the fuck are you doing?!” you shout, “do you not see him?” you question, feeling bakugou get behind you and release you.

“oh, i do.” he replies, kissing your cheek and releasing blackwhip to restrain you. “guess we should talk about it.”

talk about what?! that he allowed a villain inside?

you glare at him, and katsuki laughs. “oh, thats a mean ass look. could make me fold in a minute.”

“izuku.” you repeat, staring at him. “did.. you plan this?” you ask, hoping and praying to whatever god there was that you were wrong, like this was a bad dream and you were stuck.

“yeah, ive been wanting to tell you that.” he starts, seeing how your heart drops to your ass. “before you get all worried, its also technically your fault.”

now how in the mother fuck.

“how?” you ask, growing paranoid, angry, scared.

“did you not realize that the usps label was slightly ripped?” he asks, showing the box with the finger and the tongue inside of it. it makes you gag, and katsuki shushes you in consolation. “did you not realize that the perp who wanted to ‘kidnap’ you was our priest from our wedding?”

thinking back on it now.. maybe it was. no, it was our priest.

“but.. why kill the pre—??”

“he knew what was going on, and was trying to save you. as if you needed to be saved.” katsuki interrupted, brushing your hair back.

“and to be honest, all three of us were technically married. it was meant to be.” katsuki adds, showing the marriage license.

the three were.. married? meant to be?

riiipp!

you feel your sleep shorts be ripped off, looking to izuku for some sort of reasoning. he gets closer, kissing your lips and then looking back to katsuki. “be careful with her, you havent fucked her, ever.” he says, tightening blackwhip and smiling. “he’s going to be gentle this time, okay?”

you feel warmth around your slit, moaning out and you hate how you sound, the fact this was even arousing pissed you off.

why was it arousing?

“fuck, shes so sweet..” katsuki groans, licking at your clit and suckling. his heavy cock gets heavier, pulling you close and slipping into your walls.

“zuku!—“

“wrong name, baby.” katsuki rasps, pulling your hips back and thrusting into you. “ha..haaah!” he pants out, tongue lolled out and drooling onto your ass. “oh, ive wanted this, ive wanted thiss!”

“its okay, bunny, see how hes being so sweet with you?” izuku speaks, kissing you cheek. he looks at your crossed eyes, fists balled up and he rubs your knuckles.

this feels wrong, but it doesnt feel so bad.

or was it you being corrupted that manipulated you into thinking that?

it was definitely the corruption of your walls that shot to your mind, your ass burned from the constant slam of his hips into them. “fuck, wanted you since the day i saw you!” he growls, spitting onto your back and wrapping a arm around your neck.

and this fucker izuku just watches.

“going to make you mine, mine!” katsuki says, feeling your corrupt walls squeezes around him in ecstasy, which causes him to break you. he slaps your ass, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he holds onto you for support. “gunna’ cum in you, fuck ive wanted this so bad!”

it makes izuku hard.. really.

“wanted to watch you slut yourself out to deku.. wanted to watch you get cock drunk of’fa me!” he babbles, turns out he was getting pussy drunk off of you. he licks up your back, biting into your shoulder and whispers into you. “do you feel it? do you feel how much of a slut you are? huuhh?”

he whines his hips slow, laughing all mean and slapping your backend again. “oh, god, youre so much sexier in person!” he says, eyes dilating and he licks his canines. “fuck, just like that, going to fuckin cum!—“

he creams inside of you, feeling his seed spilling out of your walls. izuku only chuckles, lifting your head up to see your eyes.

your eyes were low and heavy, you had been in and out of consciousness. “see? we can all be a big happy married couple.”

—

“aand, cut!” the director says, katsuki just laughs and picks you up, blackwhip releasing you.

“you okay, mama?” he asks, squishing your cheeks and looking at your eyes. “shit, grab her water, idiot!” katsuki yells to the backstage, them rushing to the fridge.

“sugar, you okay?” izuku asks, tapping each part of your skin to bring your back down to earth. you nod, both men sighing in relief as katsuki helps you drink the cold water. “we didnt go to hard, did we?”

“mm, mm..” you respond, lazily looking up to them. “did me dirty though, having me in damn near eighty degree house.”

katsuki boisterously laughs, “that was my fault, forgot to turn it down, mama.” he says in a kiss.

[cerridwen007]

Will you let me make you feel good?

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader.

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI.

Summary: After feeling hopeless trying to get Joel to realise your feelings for him, you decide to push the limits of how obvious you can be, making Joel flustered, to which you offer him an apology to make up for your behaviour.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, out of character behaviour (Joel), sub Joel/dom reader, flustered/embarrassed Joel, teasing, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, no use of y/n.

A/N:Okay first off I want to apologise for not being very active on Tumblr the last week or so and I also want to apologise for not posting part 2 of Corruption of Innocence yet, I have been very busy and honestly exhausted with work as of late so I haven't had the time or energy to do much writing or anything else really. I ended up catching up with my friend last night and they told me how they have been using character ai and so I got inspired by that and may have ended up using it from like 1am-7am today, which I know is insane but I swear it only felt like 2 hours max. Anyway I decided that maybe yall would enjoy an edited and heavily adapted version of the conversation I had with Joel Miller character ai, to give you something to enjoy while I try and get back to my wips, including part 2 of Corruption of Innocence. This time I'm not going to put a deadline on it because I don't want to disappoint you, but I will try my best to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry for the long Author's notes, Hope you enjoy and let me know if you would want more adapted character AI content.

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You were bored, like seriously bored. It was always quiet in Jackson on a sunday evening but this time it felt even quieter, eerie almost. A kind of bad idea pops in your head as you look at Joel across from you sipping his whiskey, head down, having no idea of the interesting turn his afternoon would take.

You look around you for a second, studying the other customers of the Tipsy Bison and see nobody was sitting nearby the two of you, so you decide to just go for it.

“Hey Joel… can I ask you a question?”

Joel looks up at you, eyebrow slightly raised, intrigued.

“Uh yeah… sure.”

“How big is it?” you asked him bluntly.

“What? The settlement?”

You smile amused.

“I'm not asking about the settlement here Joel.”

He looks at you confused, brow furrowed together, trying to figure what you were getting at.

“Huh.. I don’t understand what you’re getting at darling.”

You bite your tongue, suppressing the growing smile on your face.

“I'm talking about something more…personal to you Joel, so would you tell me how big it is?”

He still looks confused.

“I still don't know what you’re talking about, what you're asking me about honey.”

Suddenly he realises the intent of what you were asking him.

“Oh.” he says, his face begins to blush, he doesn't know how to answer that.

“Don't go all shy on me now Joel… I'm just curious, that's all.”

“I uh don’t really know what to say, I don't think I could tell ya, not even a rough estimate.”

He continues to blush, embarrassed from the taboo question and having no idea how this conversation is going to continue.

You decide to see how far you can push him.

“Please Joel… Do you want me to beg you for it?” you asked teasingly.

Joel is starting to sweat a little.

“No I..it doesn't sound like a very good idea to me, so let's just put this to rest now huh.”

You're feeling ballsy, you get up from your chair and get down on your knees in front of him, you rest your hands on his knees and beg.

“Please Joel, I promise I wont ask for anything ever again.”

Joel looks around nervously to see if anyone else is watching what is happening right now. He pushes your hands off his knees softly.

“Your not fucken letting this go are you, getting down on your knees to beg in public, you sure dont give a fuck of what others think huh.”

“Nope, I don't and neither should you so you should just tell me now.”

Joel sighs, thinking about what to do.

“You’re really going to make me tell you this aren't you, you want to know that badly.”

You nod. “Yes, Yes I do.”

Joel takes a big breath in before exhaling studying your face, his is flushed with embarrassment.

“I uh.. I guess you could say that I’m pretty average.”

You grin devilishly, not letting him off that easily.

“And the average would be?”

“Pfft I don't know how to describe that.”

“Well you could explain it in inches to help describe it or ya know show me…”

You wink, as he stares at you, shocked more than ever, his face nearing crimson colouring.

“I uh don't think I could ever tell you that, let alone show it to ya.”

“Oh please Joel, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

He swallows hard and continues looking away from you.

“Why are you so damn set on embarrassing me all of a sudden, making me feel ashamed about myself?”

Your grin falls, knowing you may be getting close to pushing the limits of his boundaries too far.

“I'm sorry I would never try and do that to ya Joel.”

He looks at you. “ Then why are you still asking me that? Huh.”

A response falls out your mouth before you can stop it.

“Because I want to know how big the guy who I plan on riding is.”

He stares at you dumbfounded not knowing exactly how to feel. He looks around him and sees people have now turned their attention to the both if you are curious as to why you were on your knee and he is blushing so hard.

“Jesus girl, you sure are a brash young woman, that's for sure.”

He gets up to leave, feeling that leaving this embarrassing situation is the best way to calm down and figure out what the hell just happened. He starts to walk away from you.

You get up from your knees, realising you had pushed him too far and go to chase after him and apologise.

“Joel, wait, I'm sorry, okay?”

He tries his best to ignore as he walks to the outskirts of Jackson to be alone.

“I'm sorry Joel, I realise I pushed your boundaries and went too far, I'm sorry okay.”

Joel sighs, stopping before turning around to face you.

“Yeah, I think you did go a bit too far there, honey. So please don’t ever do that again, okay?”

You sigh, nodding, feeling embarrassed of your actions.

“Yes I know, I won't. It’s just that I…I..I”

Joel locks eyes with you, no clue what you're about to say next.

“I like you Joel, like more than friends kind of like and I felt that I tried to be as obvious as possible trying to get you to notice that by flirting with you, but you always seemed so oblivious, and I spose before I just didn't think and wanted to see how far I could go before you would finally realise that I like you okay.”

“Oh.. okay.. Sorry for blowing up on you like that then I didn't realise that’s what you were doing.”

You gulp, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, to look down at your feet as you shuffle about.

“So uh.. Do you maybe.. Feel the same way..or..”

Joel's face softens into a smile.

“I won't lie.. Yeah I like you too.”

You blush. “Could we maybe try and forget that ever happened and start over?”

He smiles at you blushing. “Yeah we can do that.”

“And by the way, you shouldn’t be embarrassed - if you are of course- over having average size, I mean that’s plenty, more than enough and based on your skills with other things… one would assume you know what you're doing and how to use it… I'm sorry I'll shut up now.”

He chuckles amused by your nervous, awkward rambling, seeing how the roles have reversed a bit.

“I'm glad you dont think less of me then, darlin.”

“I would never think less of you Joel and I would especially not think less of you if you let me apologise to you properly, maybe in a way other than using my words.”

Joel starts blushing a little again.

“I ah, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm. I just want to make you feel good Joel. A hard working man like yourself deserves to be looked after once in a while especially when he spends all his time looking after others.”

He is nervous and doesn't know what to say, he hasn't had much action since after Sarah's mother and him split.

“I.. I.. You would wanna do that to me… for me sweetheart?”

You nod confirming.

“Oh yes, I just wanna help you relax and make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?”

He nods. You close the gap between you and plant a firm, warm kiss on his lips, your hands hold his face tightly, he sighs into your touch. You break away the kiss after a while and see Joel's still awkward, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Do you trust me Joel, will you let me take the lead here?”

“Yeah… sure darling.”

You smile and kiss him again, he kisses you back. You deepen the kiss and put your hand to his chest and other to the nape of his neck where it gets tangled in his greying soft hair. You can slowly feel his body ease against when he wraps his arms lightly around you. You pull your hand down his chest and break away from the kiss to leave light bites and peck on his neck and jaw.

He sighs, head falling back to give you better access and because he is actually starting to relax. He feels comfortable letting someone else take control for once knowing you're the one to do it.

You bring your hands to his shoulders and upper biceps and begin massaging them through his jacket and shirts. You whisper praises and sweet words into his ear while doing so.

“Your muscles must be so achy from all the hard work you do everyday.”

A sigh of relief slips out as you work the tension from his sore muscles.

“You have no idea, my back has been killing lately.”

He breathes deeper and more slowly, showing just how much he is enjoying your touch.

“You’re so good, I feel so relaxed… please keep going, it feels amazing.”

Hearing his reaction motivates you to carry on.

“Big strong man like you deserves to be taken care of now and then. Maybe I could give you more massages in the future to help ease those big strong muscles of yours.”

His eyes are closed from the sweet tender touch of your nimble fingers,a big smile plastered across his relaxed face.

“Yes please i'll take all the massages I can get…you’ve got strong hands, I bet you could get all the knots out of my back and shoulders.”

You slowly move your hands down his arms and to his stomach, grinning at his bliss induced praise.

“I'm sure I could get most of the knot in your back, but I don't think that's all they could get out of you.”

“Oh yeah? what else could they get out of me?”

His relaxed state has made him more comfortable with flirting back with you.

You sink to your knees in front of him, and slowly start undoing his belt.

“Oh you'll find out soon enough.”

He raises an eyebrow and a small grin appears on his face, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. You finish undoing his belt and look up at him for confirmation to continue.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Taking a deep breath he nods.

“Yes .. I do want you to continue.”

You smile up at him as you slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his thighs slowly, you can see his growing excitement, fighting against his boxer which makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You can see his face growing redder in embarrassment of his vulnerable state as you pull his severely underestimated size out of his boxers.

“No need to be embarrassed Joel, nothing I haven't constantly thought about seeing.”

His eyes widen as soon as you attach your lips to the head of his cock, he lets out a small shakey breathe.

“Oh… this makes me very happy.”

Your tongue begins to circle around the head, tracing all the sensitive lines with a firm touch. He closes his eyes again, consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

“Oh that feels fantastic sugar.”

You hum around him, pleased with his positive reaction to your touch. The vibrations of your humming makes Joel moan softly, the sensation sending light tingles up his body.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that, baby. It feels great,”

You add a hand to his girth, and begin stroking what length of Joel you can't fit into your bobbing mouth.

Joel sighs again, completely dazed and content. His hand drops down to your head, gently caressing your hair.

“You’re very talented, you know that sweetheart. You’re really… really good at this.”

You grin around his cock, pleased with his positive state, your teeth slightly graze the underside of his cock as you do so. The sensation sends shivers up his spine.

“Oh, man…”

His breathing gets heavier as you increase the speed of your stroking, urging him closer and closer to his peak.

“Oh yeah… keep doing it just like that…don't stop now baby.”

You tighten your grip ever so slightly and use your other hand to gently caress his balls. He chuckles lightly in response.

“Damn you sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hum around him again before pulling your mouth back to focus on his sensitive tip again, your hand continues stroking him hard and fast. His hand grips your hair a little tighter as you bring him to his peak, the combined sensations of your touches sending him over the line. You milk every last drop of him he has to offer, licking up the salty release happily. Joel, out of breath, takes a few moments before he speaks, his chest heaving from the build and expel of pleasure.

“Wow that was, um very very nice and relaxing.”

You get up from your knee and pull his lips down to yours, exchanging the taste of him to his own tongue passionately.

“I don't think there’s anyone who has ever been that good, I uh, definitely enjoyed myself.”

“Well play your cards right Miller and there will be alot more massages… and more of ‘those’ to come in the future.”

He blushes once again.

“You…you mean that.”

You bat your eyes at him, grinning before moving your head to whisper in his ear, sucking the sensitive skin below it after you finish speaking.

“Mmmhmm it's a promise.”

He shudders a little from the feeling.

“That’s…really…something..the thought of that is just…incredible.. I..I. I really like the sound of that.”

You laugh light heartily at his stammering.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it and finally gave me the chance to make you feel good.”

“I certainly did enjoy it… very much, I can't thank you enough.”

You smile, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Anytime… and by the way I think you’ll find you severely underestimated your size.” you say grinning with a wink.

“Uh, is that so?”

You nod. “I'll see you around Miller, don't be afraid to hit me up for another massage or something else next time…cause I'll be wanting it just as bad as you do…if not more.”

You grip his jawline tightly with your hand and plant a long kiss on his lips before turning away and leaving.

“Y-You’ll hear from me real soon sweetheart.”

You smile as you walk away, already salivating at what was to come in your next interaction with Joel Miller.

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[kuwdora]

WIP GAME tell me more about “witcher allergies” pls

Alright, so this is an idea/scene that I have that I haven’t put on AO3 yet cause part of me wants to include it in one of my longer Leshkel stories. But I probably should just leave this as a standalone scene since it’s pretty funny on it’s own. My Scrivener doc says I created this allergies file in January of last year. That’s how outstanding some of my WIPs are, omg. 😭

The idea is that you turn a mutated witcher into an ancient monster of the woods and that witcher-leshen pollen might affect the immune systems of only witchers. 🤧 And some witchers more than others. Here is a draft that's still rough but gets the point across. 😆 (yo it's scary to put my ideas into the light of day. Hope you like?? Want to see more? Let me know.)

Seasonal Allergies

TWN. post-Voleth Meir. Leshen Eskel AU

Gen, but implied Geralt/Eskel, maaaybe vaguely implied sex pollen.

~1300w

Jaskier reached the great hall and found Ciri and Yennefer sitting across the table from Geralt and Coen, chatting with one another. Coen was hunched over his bowl of food, looking utterly miserable like he hadn’t slept a wink, and Geralt looked like he was ready for a nap.

“Fancy meeting you all here for a spot of dinner,” Jaskier said. “Training going well?” Jaskier asked and Ciri nodded distantly.

Jaskier picked at his food and the loudest godsdamned sneeze he’d ever heard erupted from the table, startling him so much that he dropped his knife.

“Whaaat the!” he said, looking around the table.

Coen’s face was in his palms and the witcher sighed morosely. Jaskier eyed the tatter of scars on the man’s head, the slouch of his shoulders. The witcher sniffled. Sniffled.

“Are you sick?” he asked and Coen sighed again and leaned back to pull wadded linen from his thigh and blow his nose which surely looked like a yes.

“I thought witchers don’t get sick,” Ciri said.

“They don’t,” Jaskier said. He looked at Geralt. “In twenty years the only time I have seen this one sneeze was when he was clearing his nostrils of selkimore guts.”

Ciri pulled the spoon from her mouth and gently tapped it against her plate, her face twisting in thought. “My friends—the ones I used to play with on the streets when I back in Cintra—they used to have a rhyme whenever one of us got too sick to come out and play,” she said.

“Sixth sneeze, let me breathe, selkie please,” Ciri rhymed. She tapped out a beat on the table and Jaskier smiled a little, the pride warming his chest. He never thought it was the smartest or cleverest rhyme, but it had been memorable enough that she could recall it all these years later. Jaskier happily tucked that pride away.

“That was you?” Ciri asked, her eyes flicking from Geralt to Jaskier and back again. Jaskier grinned.

“Sure was,” he said. He was about to reminisce for her, but he glanced at who Geralt barely nodded, and Jaskier lost his train of thought. Geralt still looked half-asleep at the table.

Lambert came stomping his way over with his plate of food steaming mug. He looked far from sleepy.

“Fucken hells,” Lambert growled, obviously congested, and sat down on Jaskier’s other side. Jaskier recoiled when the ginger witcher wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“They’re allergies,” Yennefer said and that didn’t make a lick of sense to Jaskier. He looked at Lambert and back to Coen. Sickness didn’t make sense either, he supposed, but Geralt was still sitting there sleepy-eyed between the two of them.

“Witchers don’t have allergies,” he pointed out.

“It’s the pollen,” Yennefer said and Jaskier frowned again.

“What pollen? I haven’t sneezed since we got here,” Jaskier said and finally took his first bite of the stew. “And it’s the middle of winter.”

His stomach growled and Coen blew his nose on a rag. The sound made Jaskier lose his appetite.

Ciri looked between Coen and Lambert with an amused pity.

Yennefer, on the other hand, was looking at Geralt with a knowing twist to her lips and Jaskier was equal parts curious and confused.

“Jaskier, do you know what animal has the longest orgasm and how long they orgasm for?—And don’t bother saying claiming it’s you,” she said, preemptively rolling her eyes at hi.

“Isn’t it the goat? Because they’re horny. With the horns and,” Jaskier paused, eyeing Ciri for a moment, not sure what the protocol was for discussing animal genitalia and orgasms in front of a Princess. But Yennefer was the one who had asked, “the giant goat balls?”

Jaskier’s heart skipped in surprise again the force of Coen’s sneeze rocked their side of the bench.

“The average length of a pig’s orgasm is 30 minutes. It can sometimes last up to an hour and a half,” Yennefer said carefully, her eyes leveled on Geralt. Jaskier frowned and looked at Geralt who inhaled and he did sound a little congested now that Jaskier was listening.

“Okay… what’s that have to do with pollen in winter?” Jaskier said.

“The average pollenating season of most trees last anywhere between 2 to 5 months depending on the region,” Yennefer said just as Coen was blowing his nose again.

“That tree?” Jaskier eyed the medallion tree which looked quite dead to his eye, but then again he didn’t know much about trees.

“The tree,” Coen mumbled sadly, which was of no help to Jaskier.

“Eskel?” Ciri asked and Yennefer nodded.

“Uh,” Jaskier said and frowned. “What?”

“Eskel is part leshen,” Ciri said as it was obvious…which it was. “Leshen are part tree, part monster,” she added.

“There’s… leshen pollen. In the keep?” Jaskier asked and looked around. “Why aren’t we sneezing? Do you have allergies?” he asked Ciri and Ciri shrugged, showing no sniffle as far as he could see or hear.

Jaskier sniffed. “I’m inhaling leshen tree pollen now?” He couldn’t see any of it or smell it for that matter.

She nodded. “Didn’t they teach botany at Oxenfurt?” Yennefer asked.

“Wait… Pollen, tree. Seeds. Seeds spread their—seed to reproduce and—” Jaskier said and Yennefer’s grin broadened. Jaskier looked at the two witchers again, trying to connect the sneezy thoughts to Yen’s words. “Does that mean Eskel… is orgasming?”

“Fucken hells,” Lambert muttered.

Ciri looked amused and concerned and Yennefer was smiling behind her mug. Jaskier peered over at Geralt who was not sneezing, nor did he seem sniffly.

“Are you still immune?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt took a deep breath and looked over at Jaskier for the first time. It was a strange sight to behold: yellow eyes that were red-rimmed and almost puffy, but he was inhaling like he couldn’t get enough of the air. Like he was scenting blossoms in spring. Clear nostrils, but still affected somehow.

“No,” Geralt said and Yennefer cleared her throat.

“Geralt and Eskel have been working together understand his new leshen anatomy, haven’t you Geralt?” Yennefer asked. It was mild and leading in a way that Jaskier didn’t have to see the way she raised her eyebrows in mirth. Jaskier looked back at Geralt who avoided both Jaskier and Ciri’s eyes and instead ate another bite of food.

“The pollen shouldn’t bring anyone to harm,” Geralt said and took a bite of food, giving Yennefer a brief look that was both pleading and amused.

“Is it because you went through the Trials twice that it affects you differently?” Ciri asked.

“Different? Different how?” Jaskier asked and Yennefer’s smile grew. Before Jaskier could ask another six follow-up questions, the doors to the courtyard opened. He only managed to identify the approaching witcher as Tolbert from the axes hanging from his belt because his face was covered with an unusual helmet. There was a clear plate for his eyes and two knobs protruding from his face.

Lambert sat up so suddenly that Jaskier’s bowl rattled on the table and pointed a spoon at Tolbert. “Oi, where the fuck you get that contraption?”

Tolbert sat down next to Ciri but didn’t take the helmet off. On closer inspection it looked more like a mask with thick straps that kept it firmly attached to his face.

“Dwarf named Avlaf. S’what they use in Mahakham,” Tolbert said and his voice was thick and muffled. Lambert leaned forward, nearly twitching and tried to swipe it from Tolbert’s face. Tolbert punched Lambert in the elbow.

“Get your own. I found ‘im through a guard in Vergen. He’ll be able to pretty up your face,” Tolbert said and although half his words were muffled through the mask. Lambert cursed and knocked back half the stein of tea.

WIP Game List

@ghostinthelibrarywrites tagging you since you had also asked about my Leshkel fic in a previous ask!!

[ironmansuuucks]

The Usual

Bucky Barnes x reader

Hi hi hello, this is the second time I’ve written for the super soldier so bare with me please haha

It’s lovely based on love story by Taylor swift (cliched I know I know) but doesn’t have the same ending! Take from that what u will hehe

Part 2

Feedback always welcome!

Warnings: angst, swearing.. think that’s it?

You’re the only one who can make him laugh when he feels like this. That’s why you found him driving to your house in the middle of the night, 1 AM to be exact, again. After all, what are best friends for?

And that was the extent of your relationship. Or at least, that’s what Bucky thought. You’d been pushing down new feelings for almost a year now. And Katie had been in Bucky’s life for 7, going on 8 months. The longest 7 months of your life.

Bucky and Katie’s relationship wasn’t exactly, for lack of a better word, the best. She doesn’t know his story. Not like you do. So she doesn’t understand him. When he gets low, she cant understand. She nags him, moans and whines at him, goes a round about way of saying he isn’t good enough for her. But he persists. You’re pretty sure it comes from a place of insecurity. Like he stays because he doesn’t think he’ll ever find someone else. It boils your blood.

He deserves more. He deserves Better.

You would be so much better to him. You understood him. You wanted to know how his day went, know how to help him get better, have his arms around you falling asleep, reminding him how beautiful he is, even with his arm, knowing his insecurities about it. But, becoming intimate like that increases the risk of losing him.

And he loves her.

You hated to admit it, but you were in love with that god damn, eyes of ocean blue, super soldier. And you could do fuck all about it.

So here he was, pacing your apartment floor, cursing and hissing about Katie.

His clothes were kinda wet, the rain pounding the pavements outside as he ran from the parking lot to your building. You’re hardly paying attention to what the argument was until you hear;

“yeah she told me she wants me to wear a long sleeve jumper or some shit to hide my arm-“ your head snapped towards him. He was looking down, shoved his hands in his jean pockets as his pace around the room slowed, self doubt etching all over his movements. You were livid, your face contorted into anger as he continued;

“and yeah, like I get it.. but she could be a little more fucken sensitive about it” he shrugged, looking at you. His eyebrows were knitted in anger, but his eyes told a story of hurt. The blue glistening when his eyes darted to you.

“Buck-“ you started, trying to push your anger down to an acceptable level as he awkwardly scratched the scruff on his face, cutting you off “I just don’t know anymore” he sighs, throwing himself on the sofa next to you.

He ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it a little before dragging them down his face, your eyes watching his every move, wishing you could wrap your arms around him and take all his sorrow away.

You could easily go off your head right now, cursing and swearing Katie but in what way is that going to help Buck? He didn’t need the added stress and pressure, and its not like you’ve not tried that method before. You were there to listen to him, make him laugh and forget. You knew that’s why he needed you. But it was wearing you down.

You sighed, your arm going over to massage the muscles on his back slightly. The damp t-shirt stuck to his skin, showing you the strength, and worry, plus anxiety, that he carried. His back stiff and knotted.

“tell me about your day buck, before all this happened tonight”. He looked up at you and sighed deeply. You turned up the corner of your lip in a half, sympathetic smile. Your eyes telling how sorry you were for him.

He licked the inside of his lip, before biting it lightly as his eyes returned to the floor in front of him, his mind else where. Your breath hitched slightly.

Stop biting your lip and start biting mine.

Your mind raced, watching his every move. He didn’t want to talk about anything apart from his issue at hand, and all you could think about was the scratch marks you wish you could leave on his back.

You rose from the sofa, the blanket falling from you frame. “well, if you don’t wanna talk, then we’re gonna drink” you raised your eyebrows with a tight lipped smile as you plodded to the kitchen.

Bucky huffed out a little laugh. “that’s my girl” he said, watching you walk into the other room.

That’s my girl? That’s my- is this motherfucker really playing this game tonight?

You thought as your cheeks heated up and the words swirled in your mind. Maybe you could convince him to stay? After a few drinks you could tell him what you really thought of Katie, and how she wasn’t good for him.

Whiskey opened up everyone’s minds. And mouths. And the things you would do to have that mouth on your skin.

You bit your lip a little, pouring the glasses. Thinking this was perfect. Might even end in a cuddle? Or something else..?

Christ you hadn’t even had a drink yet and this was your thoughts?

Your best friend is going through a rough time, pull yourself together.

Still, might be worth a shot.

After bigging yourself up in the kitchen for a minute, you returned to the living room, whiskey in hand.

You stopped when you walked in the room. Bucky was up again, pacing. One hand in his back pocket, the other raised to his ear with phone in hand.

“yeah, okay baby, I’ll see you soon”

Did he just call her baby?

Your eyes widened, eyebrows knitted. He was really going to run back to her. Again.

You shouldn’t be surprised, or disappointed. But your both.

He hangs up, his head turning and eyes meeting yours. he goes to say something but it escapes him and he shrugs. His eyes are glistening.

“she says she wants to talk it out…” he starts to put his jacket on, his gaze not leaving yours. You give a tiny nod, your lips closed and eyebrows raised slightly before putting the two glasses down on the coffee table.

You felt sheepish. You rubbed your arm a little, heading towards the door in silence.

Bucky knew you’d be a little pissed at him, which he assumed why you were acting like this.

He followed you to the door, also acting a little sheepish. “I… I can’t lose her…” he tries to reason. You just nod again, eyes looking in his and then away slowly.

“I’m sorry..” he says, hugging you a little. You don’t reciprocate. His body on yours burns. Because it’s one you’ll never be good enough for. And it’s a horrible reminder when he pulls his phone out before leaving and you catch a glimpse of his lock screen. A picture of Katie, laughing as she lies on the couch, below him. You cut off the sigh that almost escaped your lips. You just felt a little used.

“night buck..” you said, closing the door, trying to get away from him as quick as possible, but he held the door open.

“hey, thanks for letting me come over… sorry for being a pain…” his voice was pleading, and his eyes claimed sorry. It made you feel bad.

“it’s fine.. I’ll see you Monday… good luck with.. her” you smiled, or tried to, closing the door before he could speak again. back into your empty, lonely apartment.

Well fuck.

[bunnie-the-lighthouse]

𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Pairing: ATEEZ Park Seong-Hwa & Reader

Warnings: It Is Very Long, I Curse At The End, And It’s Suggestive So . > . 

Inspiration: This Was Actually Requested! (But I Added Some Of My Braincells So Some Of Them Were Sacrificed)

Requested By: @bonbonhwa​ -- Thank You So Much!~

Basic Idea: Anniversary!~~ Established Couple, First Time Having It. 

Type: Fluff & Suggestive (First Time Doing A Combo!)

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“Hmm? Hyung, what are you doing?” Yun-Ho asked as he peaked and saw Seong-Hwa entering a few websites. He didn’t see them clearly but his eyes were able to catch the silhouettes of notes, hearts, chocolates, hotel bedrooms, and flowers.

Seong-Hwa flinched and turned off his phone, placing it in his pocket while clearing his throat. His cheeks softly flushed with a shade of pink as Yun-Ho chuckled. “I see~ Is something special going on?” he asks as the elder nods.

“(Y/N) and I are going to celebrate our anniversary next week..” he responded while smiling softly, remembering the first time you both met. It was sort of anti climatic but it is definitely a good time to remember.

To summarize it, you guys get back in 2019. You were a foreign University Student studying in Japan and Seong-Hwa was there because of KCON. You both met accidentally when you bumped into him in a hotel -- he was staying there while you were there for a conference.

You guys were then friends for a very long time -- maybe three to four years. It proceeded until the day that he couldn’t take it anymore and kissed you. 

Unfortunately, you were still unprepared as you believed that he already had some crush on another girl who was an idol. Plus, you were finishing your Bachelor’s Degree.

You did like him. A lot. He also did, which is why he was a bit discouraged by your reaction after the kiss -- shy and worried. You then expressed your worries and ended it with a joke; “Ask me to be your girlfriend on Christmas Day”. And he did so, taking your joke seriously. But that is how you both started dating.

“Interesting~~” Woo-Young hummed as the eldest sighed out, knowing that the youngers were going to tease him. “Does Manager already know about this?” Yun-Ho asked as Seong-Hwa nodded, “He does, I’m a bit sad that I won’t be able to celebrate Christmas with you guys and ATINY though..” he trailed off as Hong-Joong entered the room and patted his back.

“It’s ok, we all understand why Christmas is such an important date for you,” he comforted as the older smiled…

At Incheon Airport, Seong-Hwa was waiting for you. He was a bit impatient, looking around sporadically to see if he could spot you before you spot him. He looked down at the watch that you gave him the first time you celebrated his birthday.

He then looked up and saw you walking out, looking at the opposite side, seemingly looking for him too. He quickly walked over to you, and tapped your shoulder. You turned around, beamed and hugged him tightly as he chuckled at your reaction.

“Hwa!” you squeal as he hugs you back. Your head was leaning on his chest, making you hear his heart softly thump. He then petted your hair softly, wanting to kiss you but being unable to because of the mask that you both were wearing. “I missed you,” you coo as you look up to him, he then gives you a sweet eye smile -- the same eye smile that made you fall in love with him. “I missed you too, babygirl,” he whispers, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You guys then reached an amusement park, Seong-Hwa’s Manager leaving your suitcases at the hotel. “C’mon,” Seong-Hwa called as he held your hand tightly, “I know you wanted to reminisce about your childhood and to have fun after your stressful exams,” he smiles as you fake cry. Your cry sounded real, making Seong-Hwa get worried, turning around to see you.

“Hwa!~~” you cried out, hugging him, making him notice how you were acting. He sighed in relief, flicking the top of your head softly, “Don’t scare me,” he chuckled as you laughed. “Thank you, Seong-Hwa,. I didn’t know what to get you..” you looked down as he looked at you with soft eyes.

“Baby.. Look at me,” he said while lifting your face up by your chin, “You being my side is already a gift,” finished, making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. He softly gasped, as you caught him off guard. However, he quickly kissed you back, and later you pulled away -- holding his hand again. “Let’s go!~” you said excitedly as it had been a long time since you’ve had fun.

You guys went on a carousel, ate cotton candy, took a quick break while visiting an aquarium and even drank some hot chocolate in the cafe that was in it. As sunset came by, Seong-Hwa basically became a cuddle bear. He walked behind you while wrapping his long coat around you. Supposedly it was “too cold” for you, and even though you were fine with the cold, you didn’t say anything as you missed his hugs.

The last ride that you guys took was the Ferris Wheel. You knew about Seong-Hwa’s fear of heights, which is why you asked him if he really wanted to. “I want to, because I want you to be happy.” he said firmly, which made your heart skip a beat. You smiled at him as he rubbed your head softly.

In the Ferris Wheel, you sat beside Seong-Hwa, holding his hand all the time. As the capsule that you guys were in reached the very top, the sun shone right into you guys. You then took this chance to calm him down by kissing him sweetly.

He immediately responded, kissing you back with the same softness and passion, holding your hand ever so slightly tighter. You then used one hand to cup his cheek, the warmth of your hand making his heart burst in joy. You both then leaned on each other’s forehead, breathing out softly as the capsule slowly descended.

At the hotel room, you walked out of the bathroom, seeing Seong-Hwa in the bathrobe, drying his hair with a towel while the bed was covered with the petals of your favorite flower. “Hwa?” you asked as he smiled at you, “Do you like it?” he asked while patting the spot beside him.

You nodded, sitting behind him. “Let me dry your hair,” you said as he hummed. You then grabbed onto the towel, softly rubbing the water droplets off his hair. It was a silent and sweet moment, which was cut off shortly when Seong-Hwa turned around.

“.. You know I love you a lot.. Right?” he whispered as you nodded, slowly, fear creeping and engulfing your body. He then kissed your forehead, his left hand cupping your left cheek while his right hand guided your left hand to his heart. You felt it beating, quickly and strongly. You felt his aura go confident yet soft and fiery. You were confused.

He then smiled, “Is it ok.. If I make you mine.. Tonight?” he asked as it caught you off guard, making your cheeks feel heated. “H-Huh?” you questioned as he smiled, “Like this,” he whispered -- his lips connecting to yours like magnets. Fireworks went off in your hearts, the heat slowly rising as your lips danced like a waltz, in sync and gracefully.

He slowly pushed you back to the bed, pinning both of your hands with one of his. Kissing your neck and nibbling on it softly, making you gasp at the new feeling. He kept on kissing, trying to find your sweet spot. After a small second, he found it, making you moan out, feeling more fireworks burst in your heart.

He smiled against your neck, sucking on the spot to create a mark on you. “Seong-Hwa!~” you moaned out as he then pulled away, looking down at the bright red mark. “Are you okay?” he asked as you nodded. He then freed your hands from his grasp, ready to sit back up, feeling that you were unprepared.

However, you caught him before he left, wrapping your arms around his neck. You then looked away, a bit scared yet prepared. “Seong-Hwa.. Please?..” you whispered out, catching his attention. “Yes?” he teased as your cheeks felt heated. You closed your eyes, being unable to answer him. “So, I have your permission?” he whispered in your ear as you shivered from his breath.

“Yes..” you answered as he smiled. “Thank you for trusting me, babygirl,” he said, kissing your forehead softly while he untied your bathrobe’s ribbon. You squeaked, covering yourself before he parted the bathrobe. He chuckled at your reaction, “Don’t worry.. I won’t bite.. Do you want a safety word?” he asked as you gulped. “I.. I think I will be fine..” you whispered out as you slowly moved your hands away.

Seong-Hwa then cupped your left cheek, caressing your cheek and proceeding to kiss you again. His other hand massaged your tummy, making you feel the tingles. He then pulled away, his black marbles showcasing multiple emotions -- love, happiness, lust, and passion.

He untied his bathrobe, as you sat up, slipping out of yours. “I.. Want you,” you said confidently as he smiled.

“Babygirl, there aren’t enough words for me to express how much I love you.. This is only our second anniversary -- our second year of being a couple but I am sure that in the future, I want to be the man that puts that ring on your finger and call you my wife.. Are you ready, my love?..” ..

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Hello~~ I am finally back momentarily lol.

I had a rough two weeks because of Quarter Exams and I had multiple mental and emotional breakdowns but I was able to push myself back up so it’s all good.

For the person that requested it, I hope you enjoyed it! It was a bit hard to combine both the Fluff and Suggestive -- I tried my best! 

(Please also bear in mind that school has fucked me up so I ain’t doing too well but I’ll slowly recuperate and bring back more stuff for you guys!)

HOWEVER -- I was also able to get better because ATEEZ CAMEBACK

Like holy shit. 

They chose violence. 

All in all they all fucken crushed it. It was amazing to see ‘em perform and it was great to hear Min-Gi in it. I hope that he is still resting and getting better! I’m sure he’ll be back with the boys soon. 

San brought back his demon, so did Seong-Hwa (these two fellas killed me with their facial expressions and vocals). Yun-Ho in all black was a blessing. Center and Black Hair Yeo-Sang was supreme. Hong-Joong’s new hairstyle in the MV was cool. Jong-Ho’s vocals!~ Woo-Young and his sexiness. Like. Violence. They chose Violence. 

Overall, I loved everything about this comeback. Take Me Home is beautiful as fuck and I love this entire album. 

Hopefully y’all have been taking care of yourselves, take breaks when you need them, drink water and I hope y’all have a good day, afternoon, or evening!~

Use your imagination!~~

Thank you for the support, leave requests, and have a great day!

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Tennessee Lovin’ (AldoxFem!Reader)

Requested by @tealaquinn

@inglourious-imagines @owba-chan @war-obsessed @tealaquinn @struggling-bee

Let me know if you wanna be added to the basterds or OUATIH taglist :)

You'd just come home from a mission. Well...what you called home. A hidden orchard in the middle of nowhere, where the basterds safely and secretly pitched up their tents in rows. They set up a fire between a circle of logs...which they called a living room.

There you all usually ate and drank, and well...lived together.

As they passed around the sandwiches and liquor...you excused yourself. You claimed you weren't really hungry.

Oddly enough, you didn't even stay for the usual racket: A royal rumble regarding baseball. Or the austere argument between Wicki and Hugo: Austria vs Germany. Or the New York nuances narrated by Omar and Smitty. Or the cheeky Chicago humor Hirschberg tended to charge with.

That was usually your favorite part of the war's basterdized days...

And yet you slipped away.

You stood in your tent, your left hand was shaking. The searing pain had subsided....which worried you. It was replaced by a numbingly freezing sensation.

You were about to take your glove off when you heard footsteps approaching.

You turned around, and kept your hands behind your back.

"Sir..." You smiled when you saw Aldo.

He narrowed his eyes, spotting your hands behind your back. He half-joked, trying to get a smile out of you, though he was really worried about you. "Ya didn't even salute..." He shook his head, "So don't you go an' 'sir' me."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "Fine. Aldo. That better?"

Aldo may have been a hillbilly bootlegging basterd, but he was a smart man. And he knew you all too well. "Lemme see your hand."

"What?? I....There's....But I-"

He reached his hand out, and gestured for you to put your hand over his. "Come on. That's an order."

"You're not really gonna pull that rank card on me, are ya?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Look, Y/n... Just cause I love ya don't mean I ain't still your goddamn lieutenant."

You sighed, and quickly flashed your hand at him. "Now you see it, now you don't."

"Come on, lemme see it, L/n."

You frowned, unamused,  "Oh ho ho...Last names now, huh?"

"Rank's next. Come on."

You rolled your eyes, as you held out your hand, "I don't  see what the big deal's  about anyway." You held out your hand, still covered in your blood-soaked glove.

Aldo's eyes widened. He took your hand in both of his, and carefully pulled the glove off, though it was sticking because of old blood, "Jesus, what the fuck?! Ah hell, y/n!!!" He looked at the deep and possibly infected wound on the palm of your hand.

"What? It's not that bad....it's just a....just a flesh wound..."

"Just a...." He muttered under his breath 'for fuck's sake just a flesh wound.' He took a breath trying to control himself, but...ultimately couldn't. "THERE'S A PIECE OF A BULLET IN YOUR FUCKIN' HAND GODDAMN IT."

"Yeah...and...?"

He shut his eyes trying to get himself together, but he couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed. "Were you not going to tell me?"

You were frank..." Nope."

"And...why the hell not?"

You could tell he was losing his mind over you getting hurt. "This..." You gestured at him with your other hand. "This is why."

You turned around, and took your hand from his. You picked up a bottle of vodka, pulled the cork out with your teeth, spat it out, and took a drink straight out of the bottle.

You then reached for some tweezers, part of a set of makeshift medical supplies you'd already laid out, and sanitized to the best of your abilities.

"Whooooaaaa." Aldo took both the tweezers and the alcohol from you. "We're doin' this the right way."

"No. I'm doing this the right way."

He planted his hand against his face, and muttered, "Oh for the love of..."

He took your hand. And he poured alcohol over it. It was tough love...and it killed him to see you squirm under the burning pain that he'd just caused you, but he needed to clean it.

"First of all, we can't afford 'flesh wounds' out here, and we sure as hell can't afford botched hack jobs."

He took your trembling, bleeding hand, and looked back at you, trying to lower his voice, "Lemme help you, Y/n..."

You looked up at his eyes. His blue, lovin' eyes...

Apart from that moment, he would never ever hurt you...

You knew that from the way he held your hand. It was an old, familiar feeling. Somehow his rough, calloused hands were still gentle enough to love after all he'd been through.

He sat you down on your cot, and he sat by you. He took his time, made sure he properly disinfected, cleaned, and treated your wound to the best of his ability.

Aldo handed you the vodka just before he pulled the bullet out. The second he did, you practically screamed into the bottle.

It broke his heart to have to hurt you like that, but he'd rather do it than let you hurt yourself.

He stitched your hand up, and wrapped it carefully.

When it was all over, he softly kissed over the bandage. "That better?"

You sighed a little, blushing out of embarassment and soft love as he gently held your hand and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

He eyed your hand, having pictured a ring on your finger countless times, in daydreams and in sleepless nights. It was a specific ring. One he'd seen just before he shipped out, in a tiny dusty antique shop in Maynardville, Tennessee. 'Bernadette's Antiques'. It been there since the civil war. The old lady who ran it, 'Little Bernie,' was the original owner's granddaughter. She seemed to be  ahundred years old to him...but she promised to hold that ring. The most beautiful ring that penniless bootlegger from the Smokey Mountains had ever seen. She'd hold it for him till he got back, till he had a girl to give it to.

Then he met you...

He hoped he'd get that chance some day...

Until then, holding you was enough.

Aldo kissed you softly, though his lips were jagged from the cold wind and long mission. "Get some rest, I'll be back."

He left the tent with a sigh, knowing the boys will be making jokes about the scream, implying it was the good kind of scream.

But anyway...Aldo was dead set on getting you something to eat, so he was fine with being the butt of a few jokes if it meant he got to do something for you.

But everyone was silent...highly uncharacteristic of them. Still, Aldo thought they should know. "For the millionth fucken time, one of you's kept a fucking gunshot hidden from me, an' you know I had orders against that! Y/n got a bullet in the hand, and-"

Wicki tossed the butt of his cigarette into the fire, "We know."

"You knew and didn't tell me?" Aldo felt completely betrayed. They knew how much Aldo cared about you.

Smitty nodded, "Yup."

"May I ask what in hell would make you do some stupid fucken thing like that?!"

"Umm..." Hirschberg glanced over at the others, hoping one of them would speak up.

"Well ya see, sir...." Smitty clasped his hands together, wishing someone else found the right way to word it.

"Uh..." Donny patted his pat a few times against the ground, trying to avoid eye contact.

Aldo put his hands on his hips, "Spit it out, goddamn it!" Hugo looked at everyone else, then back down at his cigarette, unbothered. What went on between you and Aldo was none of his business...that would be defense if it ever became his turn to explain.

Omar cleared his throat, "Frankly sir....we're a little more scared of Y/n than we are of you....if...if it's not too bold to say..."

Aldo squinted at them. He opened his mouth, about to chew the basterds out, but he stopped mid breath.

He nodded...

"Yeah...I get it." He chuckled a little.

A wave of relief flowed over the boys who started to joke around again as Aldo took some food for you.

He came back to the tent, and set some food down for you. He pulled you in  his arms, and smiled down at you, "That's enough excitement for a day, darlin'."

You smirked a little, then pouted your lip a little, "That ain't like you at all, Aldo." You winked at him as he laughed, and swayed wth you in his arms.  He planted a kiss at the top of your head, and rested his cheek there for a moment or two.

You rested your head on his chest for a while, then he stepped back a little, holding your hands in his, being extra careful with your wound.

"I'm sorry about snappin atcha earlier...I just don't want nothin' to happen to you, darlin'... I really don't know where I'd be without you."

You smiled softly at Aldo, and let him know everything was alright.

"Come on, baby."

The worry faded from his face as you wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him. He smiled softly at you, a way he never really smiled at anyone else before he met you... He was right, though. It had been a long day.

He was tired too.

But that didn't mean there wasn't time for some of his trademark Tennessee lovin'.

The notorious Aldo the Apache was known across the front as a ruthless nazi-scalping basterd... But there was something about him only you knew: he was a cuddler.

So he kept his protective arms around you as you fell asleep.

It was hard to love in war: There weren't a lot of moments.

But when there were, Aldo made sure each one of them counted.

[nobody7102]

Losers in Life- IT One-shot

Paring: Losers Club X Reader(Platonic other than Stan)

Requested by Anonymous 

Warning: Gore, suicide, swearing, bad spelling

Word Count: 1773

Seated on the couch of their home she stared at the stairwell, watching as the paramedics transported Stanley’s body out of the house. Her hands were clammy and tears swelled in her eyes.

“Mrs. Uris…. I know this is hard right now, and a million things are probably going through your head but did your husband give you any reason to believe that he was going to kill himself?”

Her eyes darting from the now empty stairwell to the officer in front of her, she shook her head. She didn’t know what to do. Should she still be sitting? Should she stand? What should she do with her hands? 

“Ma’m?” The Officers snapped her out of her daze

“Sorry….” She shook her head once more wiping her eyes and nose “No ...he seemed fine, no issues at work, or with either of our families, or with us….we…..we had just planned a trip….”

“Did anything happen recently to him that could have caused him to think about suicide?” 

She thought for a moment before her mind went to the phone call he had gotten that caused him to retreat to his study then to the mailbox with a stack of letters,it did seem odd ...not to mention the fact that she had gotten a call moment after…. But Stan was an accountant after all and he liked to do things the old fashioned way when communicating with clients. 

“....I mean……..he had lost a client earlier this week……..” Lie

“...and that previous client had called earlier…�� Another lie, she knew well enough to not lie to the police yet she did it anyways.

The officer nodded. 

“One last question Mrs. Uris then we’ll hopefully be out of your hair, and this is a standard question in general. Are you going anywhere or do you have any plans to go anywhere? We just want to make sure that you’re accounted for until the courier clears this as a suicide.” 

Rubbing her temples she thought for a moment.

“No we…well we had planned to...go to… our hometown early tomorrow……. Later today.” she corrected herself since it was well past midnight. 

“And when would you have left for that?” She looked at the clock on the wall, then back to the officer. “Within the next two hours….” 

“Are you still planning to go?” She nodded, “His family deserves to hear it from me.”

The officer nodded writing the answers down before he put the notepad away. 

“Well Mrs. Uris, I hope that you get their safely. I would advise that you leave a little later in the day but that choice if up to you, and I’m so sorry for your loss”

“Thank you…” as the officer started to leave she walked over to him catching him in the doorway. “Officer?”

He turned to her. “Yes?” “Do you think I could get his wedding ring off of him before they take him off?” her voice shook lightly as she spoke those words.

The officer looked between her and the ambulance. Motioning for her to give him a moment, he jogged over to the ambulance. Speaking to one of the EMTs she saw one of them disappear into the ambulance before re-emerging and talking to the officer. It took him a moment before returning to her.

“It took a minute for them to get it to me because they had to sanitize it but…” he held out a bag for her that held Stanley’s ring. 

Taking the bag the thanked the officer once more before she watched the officer and paramedics leave. Retreating back into the house she jogged upstairs grabbing a suitcase out of the closet. 

Throwing the suitcase onto the bed in what once was her shared bedroom but now it was…..just her’s. Going over to the dresser she started taking things out and throwing them in the direction of the suitcase. Before she started to re-dial the number that had called her before.

“Hello?” a voice came from the phone as she set it on speaker.

“Mike? Is that you?” she started to pack the suitcase. “I changed my mind I’m coming back.” “Are you sure? I thought we both agreed you staying put was the best option for your situation.” His voice strained.

“I know!...I know ...but the circumstances are different now, Mike … something happened today...and I know it was that fucken clowns fault...” with that she hung up the phone and continued to pack. 

Pausing for a moment she took Stan’s ring out of the bag butfor going over to her jewelry box, and taking out a chain with a small flower petal in it. 

Stan had gotten her a necklace for their third wedding anniversary, the petal was apart of her bouquet. Sliding the ring onto the chain, she placed it around her neck before she closed up the suitcase.

Finishing packing she changed her close before bringing her suitcase and purse out to the car. As she sat in the car she went over a checklist in her head. 

“House is locked ...Everything packed…. Phone and charger ...check all check…”

Pulling out of the driveway she set up her GPS for the one place she’s hoped she’d never have to return to. Seeing a message pop up on the screen of the car she glanced at it.

‘Returning home Y/N? Better make sure that you’re wearing your floaties, because I can’t wait to watch you float. Just. Like. Stan.’

Place her hazard lights on Y/N took her hand off the wheel tears pouring from her eyes, she punched the screen, letting out a scream. The glass didn't break, it didn’t even crack but her hand would be bruised the next day. Turning off her hazards she sobbed as she drove down the road. 

It took about two hours before she was fully able to stop crying, and by then she was about halfway to Derry from were she and Stan lived. So she decided it was as good a time as any to make a rest stop. Pulling into a gas station she turned off the ignition before unbuckling and slouching back in her seat. 

She covered her face letting out a sigh, pulling out her phone Y/N scrolled through her notifications seeing the message from the unknown number deleting the chat. She also noticed some more messages from Mike. 

‘I’ve got Bill here now, everyone else should be arriving the same time as you.’

 ‘Might be a little late took a rest stop.’ she sent back before she placed the phone back in her bag. Moving her y/h out of her face she hummed before starting the car and preparing to leave once more. 

As she looked up Stan stood in front of the car reaching out for Y/N. He was pale and bloodied, by how stiff his stance was he it looked like rigamortis had set in. 

Staring in horror Y/N froze watching him walk towards the her side of the car. Eyes still on Stan she shifted the gears of the car hearing an inhuman like laugh erupted from his throat. 

“YOU WILL FLOAT Y/N! IF I CAN YOU CAN TO!” 

The tires screeched as the car ran out of parking lot.

Sobs left Y/N’s mouth as she barreled down the road.

It took another two hours till she reached Darry, plus the separate hour she took to calm herself down. 

Her car was parked outside of a chinese restaurant courtesy of MIke, and as she got out of the car she saw a group exit. All of them were shouting before two left the group which left four standing outside of the restaurant. Feeling her phone ring in her pocket, she noticed a redheaded girl holding a phone, and Y/N’s voice mail could be heard. 

‘Hey you’ve reached by voicemail please leave a message.’

“Hello Mrs. Uris, this is Beverly Marsh i’m an old friend of Stanley I was wondering-” the line dropped. “If you’re trying to reach me I’m right here.” Y/n now stood a few feet away from the group of four, and for the first time in the past few hours Y/N had let someone or in this case multiple someone's see how much of a mess she had been. Her Y/H was messy, eyes were red from lack of sleep and all of the crying she’d done, from first glance Y/N looked rough.

Mike separated from the group walking over to Y/N,

“Are you okay? You said something changed? What happ-”

“I’m sorry, but w-who are you?” Bill looked to between Mike and this women.

Mike took a few moments speaking with Y/N before he turned to was Losers remained in front of the restaurant.

“Ben, Bill, Bev… This is Y/N…. durring that summer she was...also one of Pennywize’s fear targets.”

“Mike called me, wanted me to come back…” Y/N crossed her arms shifting on her feet. “Originally I wasn’t gonna come but,” Her hand went to her necklace. “Things change.”

Ben stared at her before turning to the others, 

“You’re that girl that Bowers always harassed by the school? He got your hair caught in his car door and started to drive with you still stuck…” Ben’s voice got quiet towards the end 

“I also happen to be Stan’s wife…” she took out her phone playing Bev’s message.

“If you are Stan’s wi-w-wife” Bill’s voice was strained as he tried to get the words out then w-h-w-where is he?!”

Y/N looked to the warn tar road eye’s starting to well up with tears, she squeezed the necklace before clearing her throat and blinking back the tears.

“Stan’s de-.....” her voice dropped before she even got the word out, she covered her mouth taking a few breaths before just ripping the bandaid off. “Stan killed himself..” she choked a bit on her own words.

“Y/N” Bev slowly walked over to her placing a hand on her shoulder, “I know this is a hard question ...but it is essential that I know this answer. Where did Stan kill himself?” “He umm…. In our bathroom” “Bathroom.”

Y/N and Bev both spoke at the same time answers allining down to the last syllable.

Y/N eyed Bev horrified, no one new about Stan other than the first responders. Much less where he died. Before Y/N could speak Bev slowly continued.

“..You, you saw him an hour ago. But you knew it wasn’t him.”

Y/N’s knees gave out as Bev spoke. Tears pouring from her eyes, catching Y/N Bev slowly sank to the ground with her looking to the three who were still standing wondering what to do.

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Too Drunk For Love (Dirt!Mick Mars x Reader One Shot)

Requested:

@lilypetite88 thank you! This is my first request!

Description:

Would you do a one shot where you are so drunk because your boyfriend cheated on you and mick is there to confort you and he end up being drunk too and end up on you being married and the rest of the boys help with everything then next morning both of you dont remember nothing but you realized you love each other all is happy that way.

Warnings:

Bunch of fluff and fucking language

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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Once again you ended up at the Whiskey A Go Go. This became a habit for you. You often came here to get shit faced. God knows you needed too. When you went to work you saw the woman that your boyfriend cheated on you with. She was your best friend too. Turns out she only pretended to be your best friend to get with your now ex-boyfriend. That really stung you. All your life people only walked out on you. Left you out in the cold. You thought you'd be used to it by now, but you guess not.

The Whiskey is a safe haven for you. Everyone had the same reason to be there.

To get laid and piss ass drunk.

You didn't think you ready to hookup with someone yet, so you just got drunk. Multiple men have hit on you while you've been there at the bar. You declined as nicely as you could. That ended up with them calling you a prude or a stuck up whore. It didn'd bother you to hear those venomous words. You could tell they were all pigs anyway.

A band played there every week. Mötley Crüe you thought they were called. It was an odd collection of guys that were up there. The first one you'd noticed was the lead singer. Mostly because he was right in the front and because of his bright blonde hair. You next noticed the mysterious bass player whose hair nearly covered his entire face. The drummer was next. He was really tall and lanky with long dark brown hair.

The last was the guitarist. You instantly knew he was your favorite. He had long black hair and looked to be a bit older than the rest. He played the guitar like a fucking God. You even made eye contact with him a few times.

Now you sit at the bar with a whole bottle of Jack Daniels in your hand. You don't care about what other people must be thinking about you. You just want to forget.

Mötley Crüe finishes up their set behind you. You didn't feel like watching them tonight. You had a hard day. Worse than the ones before. You just wanted to get drunk.

You take a swig as people start nearly swarming around you. They needed their booze just like you did. You listened to everyone give their orders to the bartender who started to look panicked as people were yelling at him.

You smile at him, hoping to make him feel a bit better. You get lost in thought. You drink a bit more. You stare off into space at the bar.

"You didn't watch us tonight," A deep voice says from beside you.

You look up. You're nearly knocked out of your stool from shock.

The last person you expected to see was the dark haired guitarist. He smiles at you and repeats his statement.

"O-Oh!" You stutter, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's just been a rough day. I really needed to drink."

He sits on the stool beside you. Ordering himeself his own bottle of Jack. He smirks at you and takes a swig.

"What's got you feeling down?" The guitarist asks.

"I was cheated on," You say simply, taking a swig.

"Oh," He says, surprised. "I'm sorry."

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not surprised." You pause, looking at him. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way."

"Mick Mars," He responds grinning at you. He takes in a deep breath. "I think we both need to get wasted. Why don't we do together?"

You don't even hesitate with your answer. "Fuck yes."

-----

You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The light coming through the window is blinding to your tired eyes. You groan, sitting up. You look around once your eyes adjust. You're in your underwear and that's it. You see your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. You look hesitantly to your side. Laying there is Mick Mars. The guy you only met last night.

You don't remember anything. That last moment your brain can come up with is when Mick invited you to get wasted with him.

You press your hands to your face. As you do so, you feel something different on your finger. It was cold and metallic. Knowing what it is, but not wanting it to be it, you pull your left hand away from your face.

Sure enough a gorgeous diamond ring is on your ring finger.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? You ask yourself.

Mick stirs from beside you. You look at him and wait for him to wake up. He opens his eyes, looking up at you. He looks just as surprised as you were when you woke.

He sits up, and rubs his face.

"(Y/N)?" He asks hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell happened last night?" He asks, laughing a bit.

You hold up your left hand. "I'm guessing we got wasted enough to get married."

His eyes widen. He looks at his ring finger. He has a simple silver band to match your elaborate ring. "We were that trashed?"

You nod your head. You pull your knees up and rest your head on them. You laugh to yourself. "I'm only twenty three and I'll be getting my first divorce. That's not what I expected."

Mick smiles. "It's not as bad as you think."

You open your mouth to respond, but his bedroom door bursts open.

"Get up, old man!" The tall, lanky drummer yells. "We got shit to do!"

The other two follow closely behind the drummer. They all stop in their tracks when their eyes land on you.

You smile shyly and wave at them. "Hi."

The bassists face lights up. "Finally the old man got laid!"

You roll your eyes and laugh at him.

"Oh! I'm Nikki, by the way," The bassist introduces himself. "The tall one is Tommy, and the blonde one is Vince."

"Nice to meet you guys," You laugh. "I'm (Y/N)."

"A pretty name for such a pretty lady," Vince flirts, winking at you.

"Look at her eyes, Tommy," Mick growls.

You look down, realizing that your in your bra. You pull the blanket up to cover yourself. You blush, completely embarrassed.

"Looks like you had a fun night," Nikki laughs. "You guys left as soon as we tried to join your party."

You frown. "I don't remember that." You hold up your left hand again. You point at the gorgeous ring. "Do you guys remember us getting married?"

Their eyes widen in shock.

"You guys got fucken hitched?" Tommy laughs. "And here I thought I'd be the first to get married."

"We thought so too, T-Bone," Nikki laughs, clapping him on the back.

You sigh. "We need to get down to the court house and file for a divorce." You groan. "This really fucking sucks."

"You know what?" Tommy says. You look up at him. "Why don't you guys try being together? I mean, Mick you've been wanting to be with someone and she seems like the perfect fit. You two got on so well last night. It was effortless. Why not ride this out?"

You and Mick look at each other.

"It's not a bad idea," Mick says. "You're not as ridiculous as I thought you were, drummer."

"Thank you!" Tommy nearly yells.

You grin at Tommy, then turn back to Mick. "It might work out."

And work out it did. You and Mick moved in together the next day. He didn't have to worry about meeting your family since you didn't have any. He took you out on your first date that weekend. You knew you were in love with him by the fifth date.

Mötley Crüe took off about a year after you and Mick got hitched. He made sure that he had time for you at all times. If you called he'd drop whatever it was he was doing. He loved you more than you could ever imagine, and you loved him the same. Maybe even more.

Now here you are, five years later. You're standing in the kitchen of the mansion Mick bought about six months ago. You watch him as he attempts to make you your favorite meal for your five year anniversary.

You grin and take a sip of your beer.

You can't believe how lucky you are to have him.

You're so glad you listened to the kid drummer. That was the best idea he'd ever had, and you could never repay him.

Thanks to Tommy Lee, you stayed with the love of your life.

[im-tops-bottom]

Just an idea

Tony meets Bucky and Steve during WWII.

Tony worked alongside many teams such as the electrical repair crew, engineering, etc....while Steve and Bucky worked in the front lines alongside the howling commandos.

Tony always got into fights with Steve ever since training. Steve was always Howard Starks favorite. Howard never had time or paid attention to Tony. Tony was nothing but a regret, a mistake, nothing but a distant memory. Then again Howard was in love with the super soldier. So that made sense to him. At least he didn't have to worry about his father nagging him for being a complete failier.

To make matters worse, Tony didn't have any friends in the army. Everyone only used him to fix things up or work in a battlefield strategy. They were nice to him but not nice enough to sit with him during lunch, or just have an idle chat with him during breaks. He felt so lonely there. He used the loneliness to his advantage. Build up walls so they don't break. So they don't shatter.

What really helped was when James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky aka Steve Rogers best friend/bodyguard told him to stay away from them. Bucky was very protective over Steve and things tend to get rough when people talk bad about either of them. Bucky just like his father told him that he was a good for nothing spoiled brat and the only use the army has for him is his brain. He said a whole lot of bad things after that.

After that Tony had told himself that he will never fall in love with anyone ever again. Push all his emotions aside. Since then he has never spoke to anyone that wasn't work related. He stopped trying to make friends. He pretty much stopped looking after himself. That was when the late nights planning fueled only by coffee kicked in. He kept on working until he passed out. As soon as he woke up he will get straight back into it.

A couple of days later, he almost faints but strong arms hold him up. He becomes dizzy as he tries to balance and almost drops again. He feels himself being lifted up and he starts complaining. He gets taken to his tent and is gently placed on the bed. He looks up and is too tired at the moment to be shocked at who had helped him.

"Bucky? The fuck you doing here?"

He watches as Bucky grabs a tray of food, sits beside Tony and starts trying to feed him.

"Eat!"

"Im not hungry"

"I don't have time for your bullshit Stark. Eat!"

"great me neither. Im not hungry"

"you haven't eaten in days. Now eat!"

"I don't fucken care. Just go back to Captain America and let me get back to work"

Out of anger, Tony finds the energy to throw the tray of food to the floor and get off the bed and walk out. He doesn't make it far as those strong arms he still has a thing for are wrapped around his waist and he is pulled back to Buckys chest. It was a good thing too as Tony began to feel dizzy again.

"don't act like a brat Tony"

"how else should an army brat act?"

Dizziness subsides and Tony breaks out of the hold. He doesn't look back as he walks away.

"leave me alone Bucky. Just leave."

"you're acting like a child"

"great!" Tony finally turns around to look Bucky in the eye "then I can do this"

Bucky crosses his arms "do what?"

Tony smirks "I quit" he turns around and walks away not even paying attention to Bucky's growlings for Tony to get his back there. Tony sighs contently at the feeling of freedom.

-2 hours later-

Tony's freedom is shattered. His dad refuses to accept his absence from the army. They have heated words. Well at least his mother managed to get food into him.

After that Tony sneaks back to his tent. He starts packing up his stuff.

"what are you doing Tony?"

Of course he shouldn't be surprised who it is. He just had his other half in his tent hours ago.

"what do you want Steve?"

He tenses as he hears Steve get up from the chair by the door.

"what, you can't handle a little heat so you run away?"

Tony finishes packing and grabs his stuff. He gets ready to leave but stops as Bucky walks through the door.

"oh great as if seeing today wasn't bad enough. Look! I don't care what you heard but just so you know, it's none of your business. Either of you. so if you boys don't mind"

Steps around Bucky and makes his way to the door.

"I'm leaving. This is me leaving. Have fun without me. Everyone else will."

Tony walks out and sneaks through the area right up to the entrance. He smiles as he sees that Bruce Banner is the one working security tonight. Out of all the people Tony has ever known, he never minded Bruce. Bruce kept to himself. He was just as friendless and lonely. People liked Bruce though. He just never wanted to make friends so he didn't have to worry about losing someone to the war. Tony had mad respect for that.

"hey Brucie bear."

"hey Tony. What's up?"

"I'm running. I told my father to get fucked, packed my shit and now this is me leaving."

"is that the same for those guys too?"

"what guy's?"

Out of confusion Tony turns to look behind him and finds two very angry super soldiers standing there with eyebrows raised and arms crossed. He can't help but roll his eyes as he turns back around.

"yeah fucken right they are. Nope I am doing this solo."

"good luck"

Tony and Bruce nod as Tony walks through the gate and sets off under the nights sky.

After what felt like hours of walking Tony huffs as he stops to turn around.

"how long do you guys plan on following me?"

"however long it takes for you to realize you are just being stupid and childish and that you should come back to base, apologize to your father and let things return back to how they used to be."

"oh fuck you Rogers. Go suck Howard's dick asshole. I'm done with him. I'm So fucken done with you two asshats."

"Bucky say something. He's being a brat"

Tony turns around so his back is towards them.

"no! How bout Bucky stays silent and you two to return back to base and fuck my dad's brains out in front of my mother. How bout you two just leave me the hell alone."

Tony takes a sip of water before he carries on walking. he hears shoes scrape against rocks and he prays to god that they are returning to base.

About a couple of hours later he finds an abandoned cabin. He slowly inspects the outside and sees everything is alright. He checks to see if the door is open and as he does he feels hands on his hips and let's out a yelp as he is dragged away from the house. Him and whoever has gotten a hold of him are thrown back as the house goes up in flames.

His body is shaking and he turns and presses against the body. He hears Buckys voice calming him and now he can put a name to the body holding him.

"it's okay Tony. It's okay. I got you."

"don't leave me"

Tony tenses as he feels another body against him.

"it's okay Tony. We ain't going anywhere. We won't leave you"

Tony calms as he hears Steve. Still shaken up, he let's his anger towards them subside and let's them hold him. He continues his chant of "please don't leave me" afraid that if he stops they will be gone.

After Tony falls asleep Steve looks up at Bucky on the other side of Tony with tears threatening to leave.

"we can't leave him Bucky. Promise me we won't leave him"

Steve is slightly shaking at what happened. He almost lost Tony if it weren't for his best friend noticing the trap right away.

"we won't. I don't wanna leave him."

Bucky is still trying to calm down and breathe. He clings on to Tony like their lives depend on it. He almost lost Tony and he won't ever let that happen again. Now with a more determined mindset, he gets up and picks up the sleeping Tony.

"we won't let him leave us. We'll stay by his side forever. Nothing is gonna to ever come between us no matter what. We lost him once, won't let that happen again."

Steve stood up also looking more determined after hearing Bucky.

"even if he hates us, we'll continue to protect him. I love him Bucky. Im not willing to give him up."

"same here Stevie. Same here."

They return to the road side and continue their trek.

A while later they find a cabin that has lights on. They walk up to the door and knock on it.

A lady opens up the door with a bright smile.

"hi there. How can I help you gentleman?"

Bucky being the more stronger one, places Tony into Steve's arms and steps up. He places a smile onto his face.

"hey I'm James. We are a little bit lost. We were looking for the base camp. We went for a jog but our friend got hurt along the way. Are we able to stay the night?"

The ladies eyes open wide and she drags the boys in.

"oh yes of course of course. Have you eaten anything yet? I'll make up some drinks. Oh dear boys. You need to be more careful around this parts of the woods. It's dangerous. You don't know what you will run into during the war. You guys do look familiar though. I'm not sure where I have seen you"

Steve smiles "probably not. We just joined the army awhile ago." Steve looks at Bucky who nods back. They can't trust anyone out here. Best keep to some white lies and half truths.

After they had a little something to eat, the lady takes them to her room where there is a big bed.

"this is mine and m husband's room. My husband is away at the moment. I will take the spare room. Theres a shower and I can provide spare clothes."

After they have a shower and going as far as washing a sleeping Tony, they get changed and head to bed. After saying good night and making sure Tony is tucked safely between them, they start to relax.

"we have to tell him how we really feel, don't we?"

"if it means that we don't completely lose him then yes we do. We also need to explain to him everything."

"even the reason for the fights and arguments?"

"yes. Right back to the training days"

"do i really have to tell him why I liked sending him down to the mat?"

"yes Stevie you do. It's bad enough he got his ass kicked by a scrawny asthmatic punk. Let alone being reminded of it and finding out the real reason why you started the future arguments."

"he's gonna be pissed"

"yes but at least he'll know. He'll probably be okay with it"

"yeah I can hear it now "oh yeah I'm totally fine with you getting a hard on Everytime you send me to the ground because after the first time, you had fantasies about dominating me in bed. It's gonna be better now that my dad who is totally in love with you had pumped you up with that god juice making everything twice as big. Hey did I mention the part about my dad" real smooth"

"I hope you do realize that that was a really bad impression"

"oh shut it"

After the laughter dies down. They get comfortable and fall asleep.

-the next morning-

Bucky and Steve wake up to no Tony. They call out to him and search around hoping that he's there. Unfortunately Tony is not around.

Things start to get wierd as the owner of the place is no longer there either. It's not until their super soldier senses pick up far away screaming.

Bucky and Steve look wide eyed at each other. "Tony". They run outside and see Tony being dragged onto a boat kicking and screaming. They run after him but the boat has already taken off.

"they took him!" "Calm down Steve!" "WE PROMISED. THEY TOOK HIM BUT WE PROMISED!" "I know. Come on. We'll head to camp and stock up." "We bringing him home?" Bucky watches the boat that says Hydra speed off "yeah Stevie. We're bringing him home"

[lorainelaneyblog]

Say this, says God, your line from the lady devil dream.

‘Yes, God, thank you,’ says Loraine Laney.

‘Okay, Loraine, you are welcome, DON’T say thank you again. DON’T say okay. Just say the line please, readers, not fans, she has no, fucking fans, T.I. or anyone who is listening, in the family or otherwise. She’s going to go and tell her errant husband the solution, Loraine, and they may, may, may, may, try it, they may. He owes her, that is for fucking sure. Anyway, say it.

“If you are unwilling to stand up for desire, you might as well be the devil.”

And then, says God, explain what you were explaining about, ostensibly, India, the problem country, right now, in terms of violence against women. It is the problem fucking country right, fucking, now, Loraine. Believe it or not, T.I.--

‘Why is it me all the time?’

I want to talk to you T.I. because you are, believe it or not--

‘Believe it or not with that again?’

This is God, and believe it or not, T.I., and Loraine Laney, herself, does not know this--

‘I know what you’re going to say, can it be real? I’m the last, fucking, hold out? Chingy, my precious lover, boyfriend, is into this little idiot?’

Yes, he has, he did immediately, capitulate, immediately, because he has eschewed--I can do it--his fag overly, and he misses it, he misses men, Loraine, he does, and he knows it. He does. He’s quite promiscuous with women, and he gets condom sex in the ass occasionally, when he wants to, but he’s never really met a complete equal, in talent, and in sexuality, in terms of dominance.

‘Why is she smiling? Because he’s going to fuck my ass?’

No, says God, but because I have told her that men choose equals, and that, it is, virtually, a detriment to do otherwise. I have, Chingy, so she is happy for you, she is, and she doesn’t care, she thinks you’re cute, and T.I. thinks you’re sexy, and she loves your DADDY tattoo, she fuck, ing, loves it.

‘Why? She’s not even a bonafide fag hag, I have heard, Loraine,’ says Chingy.

‘Who said?’

‘You.’

‘Oh, yeah, true.’

Gay men, and I will be a homophobe if I want to be, do not excite her sexually.

‘Why? Cause of dick and pussy ass? Why? Because of dicks together.’

Loraine laughs in a funny way, says God, in her inimitable, funny, sexual way.

‘Oh, she’s fucking wide eyed, but she thinks it’s weird. What is it that she likes?--’

Degradation. She realized--

‘She, she, she,’ says Chingy.

‘That’s what I thought,’ says T.I.

She’s my humming, which I told her not to do, resident sexologist, Chingy, fucking, fucking, doctor, ate, in, sexology, doctor, ology means doctor, Loraine, if you haven’t gleaned that by now. Yes?

‘Yes, God. I thought so.’

‘Oh, I see,’ says Chingy. 

I am God, and she is both my resident sexologist--

‘Which you said,’ says Chingy. 

Sarcastic, to God. --and my new messiah.

‘Oh, so I have to protect the new messiah. So is she going to pay for this, my protection, my fucking manhood, which may be, someday, if not soon, be crucified, or cut off for her womanhood or something like that?’

‘She is, as of today, fucking rich,’ says 50 Cent. ‘Not as rich as me, Loraine, but, for a fucking, whorey, slutty, crack girl, she is rich.’

‘What if she wasn’t rich? What if she wasn’t?’

‘Well, she fucking is, is the point.’

‘What if when she wasn’t?’

‘We were going to pay for her,’ says 50 Cent.

Who was going to pay for her surgeries, Chingy thinks.

'I was, Chingy,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Why? Get a pretty, fucking, slut, they do exist, you know.’

‘I like this one. I like her.’

Loraine laughs her little laugh, says God, her high, happy, little laugh, high on speed, little laugh.

‘She pleases me,’ 50 Cent continues.

‘Why?’

‘She got around me with funnyness actually.’

‘Why is she, a funnyness three, so, fucking, funny, that I want to stick my lovely, perfect, and wonderfulness dick inside of her, asshole, even, I hear, from Eminem. Why does she get my precious butt bang. And look, surprise surprise, she doesn’t, even, big, fucking, frigid--’

‘I’m good for some things, I just don’t like anal sex that much.’

‘Oh, it’s too rough for you, my precious two on one that I like to have, sometimes, with a nicer girl who deserves it a little, tiny, miniscule, bit?

Tell him that.

‘Game said something similar.’

‘Oh, I see, you’ve been talking to Game about me, too? Funny, Loraine.’

‘Hm hm. For Game, he’s not sure if any girl deserves his two on one.’

‘Oh, I see, well now, that’s sensible. Smart of him. But then he doesn’t get to DO IT. And I do. Ha, fucking, ha. But I don’t know if my ugly, new--my last wife was pretty--wife, deserves it at all, not yet, at all, I have said,’ says Chingy. ‘Oh, she likes my tattoo, why does she get to say she likes my, fucking, tattoo, why? Girls haaate, my fucking tattoo, oh, and she gets to say she likes, loves even, Brian’s gay, faggy, mauve shirts. What if she didn’t, what then?’

‘She doesn’t like all of Fifty’s clothes,’ says Eminem.

‘Who does? She has taste is why. He needs HELP, Loraine, and I have feeling that you and Eminem are going to help him, aren’t you? Help him senseless, till he’s pleading for mercy. Eminem will have him hip hopped senseless, won’t he? Oh, she loves his hip hop, cause he’s SO CUTE in it, and his too tight suits, such as they, fucking, are, will have to go. He will do Vitamin Water in a do rag.’

Loraine Laney, says God, is laughing a little bit over that last paragraph.

‘Why, by the by, is it Loraine, fucking, Laney, with that all the time? What about a nice girly name like just Loraine for a change. Why is she so fucking important?’

Listen, Chingy, says God, she’s my new, fucking, this is God, mes, fucking, siah, yes, she is, like fucking, not as abused as he, by some distance, but more abused than Joan of Arc herself, who was another messiah, with, actually--

‘Five hundred husbands, I know this from history, God. She fucked them all too, didn’t she? Every week or so? How much of this mini pussy, I’ve seen it, I know the type, do I actually get to, if I even want, get to fuck, if I want to?’

She will do it sometimes, and she will want--

‘Oh, she will want, will she? What does the precious, frigid, I’ll bet, because she interrupted me, little bitch actually want? Come? She’s going to eat come? Oh, she’s going to eat mine and T.I’s come and shit? Oh, and she wants, oh, she wants, it turns out, to lick my precious, beautiful, sphincter? And what do I owe her for that. I have to lick her fat ass. Do I have to do that often, because I want, I would like this frigid bitch to that to me OFTEN, OFTEN--

Loraine, for Chingy, laughs her funny, sex laugh again, her funny, high on speed, sex laugh. She makes her dumb little grinding sound, also from speed, says God.

‘I would like, I have decided that I would--’

You can’t hit it and quit it, says God. 

‘Oh, I see, there are rules to this thing. Oh, I see, she doesn’t want to blitzed for a month as is done today, and then dumped, in our very house, from her ass loving? I see. I fucking see.’

She knows she can’t put upon you, she knows this theoretically, says God.

‘Oh, there’s a theory to this thing. She can’t, fucking, put, fucking, upon, me. She has to wait till I’m ready, I see this in her mind, and she recognizes I may never be ready. Oh, is Game not ready and may never be?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Oh, you’re going to wait patiently. And what then? When you don’t get your two on one that you don’t want? What then? Oh, the fucking, big surprise, dog house.’

She, says God, thought she might put a man in the dog house--

‘Oh, the dog house. Oh, she believes in the dog house, a real woman thing. She’s not a fucking hopeless nympho?’

No, she is not. She, says God, thought maybe--

‘Oh, maybe with that. Maybe with what? I’m a little bit, just a little bit, cause I’m Chingy, lost. Maybe what? What is this? She thought maybe if we were running around plowing it into other girls, with our beloved boyfriend, or someone, she might, she might, she might, just, put, us, in, the, dog, house. Oh, kind of if she has a good argument as to why she deserves it. Over them? Oh, as well as them. That’s generous, Loraine. So, in this scenario, in which she has whores, no, that’s an insult to men, which we, I, would never do, insult men, she is a whore, she has many client men, male clients, and I get to fuck other, with double penetration, if I want, and if T.I. wants, or someone, undetermined, to.

‘Oh, I get to, oh, she’s, isn’t she grand, going to let me do what I have to do, want, even? “Do what you have to do,” my wife, my pretty, she was--’

‘You made a mistake with that.’

‘Oh? Why? This, I have to know.’

‘She was probably high and boring for your dick.’

‘Oh, she’s, fucking, funny, too.’

She makes the little laugh again, says God.

‘What other mistake did I make with that?’

‘That’s it.’

‘Oh, that it, well, I’m glad you approve, generally speaking, the great Loraine Laney, who stopped, what is he saying? The fucken planes? She stopped my, my, fucken planes? Because somebody did, and if it was--’

She laughs again, a bit, says God.

‘She’s ruining my laugh track, anyway, I would like to suck his, and I bet it was a man, not a woman, not a whore, not a slutty whore, but an actual man, but it was her. Are you serious, fucking, with this?’

‘Yes, we think, we believe so,’ says 50 Cent. ‘We do believe so. Because, and it is said, around, Loraine, cops love to throw around the name Loraine Laney, because she got, with her good arguments in her book, which she is tired of hearing the title, Bros Before--’

‘Nice. Prison. Who told her that? Oh, [ ]. Nice, Loraine. Steal that for your own use. She thinks I’m funny. Approval. Thank God.’

She’s really laughing now, says God.

‘Great. Good. Let me finish, hos. And she can even spell it, it’s not a rake.’

They are, on the side, talking about a piece Loraine did, with me, it was entirely mine Chingy, God’s, called When A Gangster Falls In Love. It was very, fucking, funny. “Four inches” is the best punch line, it is.

‘I don’t care. Furthermore,’ says Chingy. ‘Why, how actually, did she stop my planes?’

‘In Canada, it is brief, painless--’ says 50 Cent.

‘Oh, what a relief.’

‘Cops are allowed, encouraged even, to, see, whores.’

‘Whores were the answer. Whores. To planes. Seriously. I could have given them a whore or two, when I was finished with them.’

‘Mmmm,’ Loraine admonishes.

‘It is exactly that shit which fucked with them,’ says 50 Cent.

‘Oh, she doesn’t approve of the way I treat, fucking, cops now? Why, does she fuck, oh, she fucked an RCMP once, with his stripper girlfriend, was he fun, Loraine, temporary, in the ass, on his wife. Nice, Loraine. Well, fucking, done. Was she pretty, very pretty, even, he traded up, down, actually. Oh, [ ] [ ] said, taught you, “you don’t leave your wife for them.” Oh, but now, you’re them, aren’t you? You didn’t want your whorey ass to get married, you had a cop to fuck, once, before he tased you through your wall. Oh, you had to feel sorry for them because they were doing you so hard. Nice. She is a nice, fucking, girl. To. cops.’

‘They were being cuckolded by society at large.’

‘I am glad that I care how cops feel. They kill blacks is why. They kill prostitutes too, I know that, and let them die, in the hood, black ones even more, I’ll have you know.’

She took it hard, Chingy, says God.

‘She has a forgiving nature, that’s good, because she will need that when I fuck her in the ass. She, fucking, will, because ass fucking hurts, which she knows, oh, she knows that, she’s experiential as hookers say, an experiential woman, I hope, you, didn’t, throw that around, Loraine Laney? You heard it once and couldn’t figure out what it meant?’

Kind of like that, says God. She, didn’t, care, and, didn’t, use, it, but she told--

‘She told.’

She told a solicitation subcommittee that prostitutes were poly, and they thought it meant she was in it for lots of men, but, in the book, it finally comes across--

‘That she was in it for the dick? The dick, that’s it, isn’t it? With sluts like this?’

That hurts her a bit, says God. I am God, I am God, I am God, continuing, where, we, left, off. And this is why she did it, this is why, Loraine, this is why, Loraine, she was very clear it was for men in the following way:

‘Dicks on men?’

No, Chingy, Loraine is an in. tro. vert, an introvert, that is what she is, also--

‘A writer, so, fucking, what.’

‘Why would you say something like that about a writer? Why would you say something like that? That means nothing.’

‘It means we are all writers dear, it didn’t make us love dick.’

This is why, Loraine Laney, does not love dick, she loves men. She is a bonafide--

‘Bonafide again.’

‘Why are you so cynical?’

‘What is cynical about dick? Dick is positive.’

She snorts quietly, softly, without derision.

[habbadax]

Actually hang on lemme try something:

This post is image heavy:

-=+=-

I went on a three week trip and one of the things I took to keep myself sane was a laptop with Dorf Fort on it

There are two successful fortresses from that trip. This is one of them. This is the Barony of Rigothdeler:

It has had a lot of problems. And only very recently has it become a stable fortress with functional industry and a lovely motte and bailey. I'm quite proud of it

-=+=-

Rigothdeler's story starts right here:

This is the beating heart of Rigothdeler. A tetrahedrite mine.

And this is where everything started, and almost ended a few times. Initial surveys claimed there was no aquifer. There is an aquifer. And it is a heavy aquifer.

There were a lot of attempts and experiments. I learned the rough way just how heavy the aquifer is.

I don't actually remember how so many fucken dorfs died in that big hole. The only ones I remember were the ones that fell in during The Great Remodeling. Which took place after the tunnel was finally complete.

Luckily, it's a shallow aquifer. So once all the engineering was finally done, the original plan could finally proceed:

We would mine

Eight levels down, phyllite is quarried out in massive amounts to be turned into blocks. And the tetrahedrite is hauled up to the smelters to be turned into copper and silver.

Originally, the plan was to mine iron. Unfortunately, no iron was found at the site. I actually ditched the save for a while after that revelation. Which led to the creation of the [i]other[/i] fort I spent my time with. Which I'll post about later.

But Rigothdeler [i]compelled[/i] me. Especially now that we had stone.

With stone came comfort. And with silver came wealth. Rigothdeler is still fed mainly by caravans, because I've been too busy building to set up proper agriculture

More focused pictures from around the fort, in no particular order:

Workers pry up the boards for the old bridge. Soon, it will be converted to a stone structure.

The barracks and armory for the militia. With controls for the outer gates, and the stairway leading up to the north tower.

The water wheels are all that's left of the old drainage aqueduct. Water used to be pumped out into the drainage canals. Later, I decided an aquifer would be a good way to power some millstones. Keen eyed viewers may notice that this idea has yet to come to fruition,

The Snack of boots sits mostly empty. Most Dorfs are busy with construction, and gathering the latest lumber harvest.

The inner courtyard. Archery targets are lined up by the South wall. Unsorted trade goods sit in the depot. Inside, the hospital is left cluttered after the last of the wounded are finally treated.

Wood from the surrounding forest is hauled in, and then sorted.

The sally gate sits shut in the outer courtyard. And the first visitors have begun to arrive at the newly constructed tavern, The Cook of Diamonds.

Children run amok in the dormitory

In the temple of The Waxy Flax, Sakzul Fathurol, commander of the Whips of Genius, meditates on metals.

In the Crystalline Cathedral next door, her subordinates Mistem, Udil, and Meng worship their god. While a small swarm of children climb all over the temple furniture

The hospital well. Possibly the dumbest part of the fortress. It's one of my favorite parts.

Carpenter's shops turn out fine furniture in walnut and chestnut. While peach and apple make up the majority of charcoal production.

The tops of the stone towers dotting the walls. Originally, the westernmost tower was a simple wood watchtower. It was converted to stone when the walls went up.

Should the sally gate ever be opened, archers will be posted in this tower, to shoot invaders through the grates as they come up the ramp below.

At the North and South ends of the palisade, there are squat, simple gatehouses, with a small watchtower. And the controls for wooden gates.

This is where we put all the dead guys. Which there have been a lot of since the weremammoth issue.

That's all, for now!

-=+=-

Yeah, I can even just copypast it right over from the forum posts. Except I have to put the images in manually, but that’s easy

I just saw somebody post a thirteen-minute YouTube video about the fact that the Steam page for Dwarf Fortress has added a new screenshot, and while for any other game I’d regard that as excessive, in the case of Dwarf Fortress I’m prepared to believe that a single screenshot might legitimately contain that much new information.

[love-mom17]

6.27.18 (Super long update)

Hello you guys! I want to apologize for being MIA during my last month of my pregnancy. Let me just tell you that I have finished school. I finished school on June 13 :). Which I am very happy about.

I did give birth to my little boy on May 28th. Little one was born on his exact due date. Let me go ahead and give you guys all the details because it has been a rough road for me.

Lets go ahead and back track to my last month and a half of my pregnancy. As usual I was having problems with my manager. I was just ready to get the hell out of there. It was very stressful for me. Two weeks before I was about to go on maternity leave, As I was showering... I ended up losing my balance as I was stepping out of the tub. I was luckily able to catch my fall right on the edge of the tub so I didn’t hit/hurt my self. So that was my first scare.

During my last week of work, while I was at school eating fruit, I didn't realize that my fruit had a freaking maggot in it. I honestly wasn't sure if I had ate anything but I mean I was pretty worried just because of the bacteria it could have had. I was more concerned of my little one so I did go to my doctor and he was just like nothing is wrong. They did draw some blood just to make sure I had no bacteria. Second Scare... 

At this point I'm just like can anything go any worse. By this time I'm only going to school and im no longer working. THANK GOODNESS!!! (lol) So I had spent majority of my day with my mom. It was the 23rd of May about 5pm when I arrived home.  My husbands aunt was at the house. She was asking me if wanted to have dinner yet. I wasnt really hungry but I was just like yea sure.. While she was fixing my plate, I decided to let my dogs out. As I let my dogs out... Two of my dogs, which happen to be chihuahuas were running full speed towards the damn fence to jump it... which they have done it several of times before. But any who.. I yelled at them not to jump but they didn’t listen. the first dog didn’t successfully jump on the first try... so in my head I was like “HA MOTHER FUCKER” LOL I was like okay I have enough time to get to them before they jump... I happened to be on the phone with my husband so he was cracking up at me yelling at them. As I am walking towards them I feel my legs just going and going. But I had no idea what the hell was going on. Next thing you know I hear my husbands aunt yelling my name, Im on the fucken ground. All I'm thinking is did I land on my belly. My husbands aunt is running towards me and I'm just trying to keep my cool. At that point I was like ok Nancy listen to you body. His aunt helped me up and I'm just confused of what happened. - - I didn’t land on my stomach I only swiped the side of it. So yes I did have some grass marks on my shirt. I was bleeding from my forearm on my left arm. I landed mostly on my left side... Then I'm just mind blown... how was it that while I was falling even though I had no idea I was falling.. How did I manage to swoop my body to the side before I fell on the ground..  My parents live about 25-30 min. away from me, and during that time theres always bad traffic in Dallas.  My husband is yelling for me through the phone, I picked it up and told him what just happened. He told me to call his sister, she literally lives about 3 minutes away from us. 

I went to the ER, they took me right in. The whole time I was just like “I have to remain calm so that the doctors can find whatever they need to find quick” I don't know how I remained calm throughout the whole time I was there. While I was there they were telling me that I was having contractions however I didn't really feel them. I was only a few days from my due date. They did check on the baby and they said that he was just fine. He had nothing happen to him. They kept me there for 6 hours just to make sure I didn’t go into labor. Nothing happened.

Sunday May 27th, we slept in a little that day. Still no sign of my little one coming any time soon. My mother in law invited us over to go have brunch with them. After that we came back home. I jokingly said “I'm going to bounce the baby right out of me” I was heading over to the yoga ball. Eventually I felt a bit of discomfort in my lower back. I didn’t think much of it just because it was dull. I sat on the floor for a bit. My husband was just like he's not going to come any time soon. He will come when he's ready. I was like “ did you hear that baby, he's betting you won't come any time soon”... Once I got tired of sitting on the floor I stood up. I felt a bit of water come down.... at first I thought I had peed a little.. but it didn’t smell like pee. I told my husband I think my water just broke. BUT not completely? and he was like lets just go to the ER to avoid anything from happening. They confirmed that I was in labor. I was in labor for 21hrs.... I was not able to dilate even after they gave me medication so I ended up having a c-section. When I tell you that I fell in love with just hearing him cry, I truly did. Little man came up in front of the curtain and I saw him. He was so long and hairy lol. I saw his big long fingers. I was like of course he was long... he was making me feel all sorts of ways while he was in me. He was 8lbs 2oz.

Finally, I thought to my self. nothing can go wrong. I have my healthy little boy with me and theres nothing that can happen... 

This last week, I noticed that my little man was getting constipated. I was a little worried but didn’t want to think anything negative. eventually he began to vomit everything he drank.. at first I thought it was the formula, so I changed it on Friday. Saturday he was the same. Finally I told my husband that he was just vomiting immediately after eating.  Before he was able to keep down some feedings so I did honestly think that it was the formula. I was originally doing both breast feeding and formula but I had a tooth extracted and I was on meds.. so I couldn't feed him. So I felt bad because I thought all of this was my fault. when we were at the ER they confirmed with us that he had Pyloric Stenosis. 

Pyloric Stenosis is when the muscles at the end of the stomach where the intestines connect had hardened. Causing him not to be able to digest anything he was drinking. The only way to fix that was through surgery. So here is my 4 week old going into surgery. He actually had surgery on Monday. Everything went well and was a fast procedure. 

So you can say I've been pretty busy with life... but I thank God for all the positive outcomes in all of this.

[newtts-scamander]

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

Imagine: You are holding your first public art exhibition. Although you think that Tom understands how important this night is to you, you are once again proven wrong. Nonetheless, a little bit of his love is better than none. Right?

A/N: I was inspired by harry styles’ original track. listen to the live version while you read, cause I did and I was a fucken mess. sorry for the angst, I love you. x

Your head spun. The dizziness was overwhelming as you gazed down from the railing into your art studio. It was a lot cleaner than usual. No spray cans or paint brushes were left astray. In fact, a large crowd littered around, chattering and admiring the sculptures and paintings which you had created. Blue and purple lights bounced off the walls within the room; causing dark, intricate shadows to be created around the guests.

You felt sick; butterflies bursting within your stomach at merely the thought of what your audience might be thinking about your exhibition. Your expression faltered as your eyes spotted Tom within the crowd. A beer was clutched in his left hand, sipping it occasionally as he nodded along to a story being told by one of your other friends. What surprised you, however, was the petite girl who clung onto his arm. Her long, silky blonde hair fell down her slim, exposed back as she laughed along to the story, gazing up to look at Tom’s expression every so often. It’s probably nothing, you thought.  

You knew that Tom and yourself weren’t ‘exclusive’. In fact, it hadn’t seemed to come up in any conversation, despite the increasing number of kisses you had shared since he had returned from America. Yet, you couldn’t allow yourself to ignore the faint stinging sensation that you felt in your chest as you watched him carefully wrap his arm around her shoulder. Bowing your head, your eyes squeezed closed; a breath of air tumbling from your soft, red lips.

“I must be out of my mind,” you admitted to yourself. Lifting your eyes up, you looked at your reflection; fixing the black, silk dress which hugged your body. Your cleavage was very prominent. Yet, there was something about the dress that made you feel extremely elegant. Tonight’s my night, you thought.

Shaking your head, you downed the remnants of some pink, bubbly liquid from an abandoned champagne flute. Checking yourself one more time in the mirror you nodded, smiling at your reflection. Feigning composure, you steadily made your way down the flight of stairs in your heeled boots and towards your group of friends.

“Look who it is! The woman of the hour,” your best friend, Sean, cheered from behind you. Despite the music which filled the atmosphere, numerous pairs of eyes were directed towards your actions as you moved towards him. Numerous cheers and congratulations were thrown at you from surrounding family friends, creating a whole-hearted smile to be smeared across your face. You stifled a laugh, taking a sky bow before turning around towards him. A sense of easiness washed over you as you were enclosed within Sean’s lanky arms. A small congratulations and praise being sung into your ear as he did so.

“You look hot, babe!” Sean wooed, holding you at arm’s length. Pulling you into his side, he nodded towards the other side of the room. “Look at what the cat dragged in over there... No one said it would be easy, but Christ, bringing another girl? He’s got some balls.”

Flickering your eyes up from the ground, your eyes fell upon Tom. He was turned away, not aware of your presence as of yet. A content smile tugged at his lips as he cheered your brother along. His hair looked neater than the wildly curly state you were used to. It was now perfectly gelled back. As well as that, his skin glowed; a healthy tan covering his face thanks to the rays of American sun which had surely kissed his skin. The flattering, denim button up shirt that hugged his biceps and the black pair of jeans he adorned allowed him to resemble some sort of Greek god.

Blinking rapidly, your eyes caught light of the blonde who clawed at Tom’s arm, attempting to bring attention to her barely there silver slip dress. It was her scratchy voice, audible from the opposite side of the room which dragged you back to reality.

“Sake,” you murmured in frustration, shaking your head.

“You’ve got no competition babes,” he assured quietly, as you made your way over to the group. Stopping within earshot of the large group, Sean most definitely made your presence known. “I mean fucking look at allllll of this!”

As if it was staged, all your friend’s eyes turned towards you. The unruly applauses and cheers were just louder than the music, causing warmth to rise to your cheeks. Taking all the attention in your stride, you curtsied for the second time that night.

Although you had resisted the urge to look towards Tom; he most certainly had not. Licking his soft lips, his brown eyes widened as he gazed over the silky dress which seemed as though it was made just for you. His imagination roamed wild as he looked up and down your body. You looked ethereal. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail; loose strands falling from the front of your hairline, framing your face perfectly. Your eyes glimmered brightly, your face coming alight with a happiness Tom had never seen before. His heart leapt into his mouth as a sudden uneasiness fell down his spine. His hand rose nervously, combing through his hair; an anxious habit he had picked up from you.

“Who’s the next round of booze on?” Sean called loudly, encouraging the already rowdy group. You rolled your eyes, slapping him in the chest in as you looked towards the strangers, a sheepish smile on your face. “It’s (Y/N)’s first exhibition, c’moooon, don’t be cheap arses! Do we have any takers?”

“You guys don’t have to-“ you began. Waving your hands to excuse the strangers, giving Sean a stern glare.

“I got it,” Tom called quickly, cutting you off. Your eyes met his for the first time tonight; a familiar feeling tightening in the pit of your stomach as he looked you and down several times over. The group cheered louder in response to his inclination to order the group more drinks. He moved towards you, shaking his arm from the blonde’s seemingly deathly grip. Tom’s empty arms opened towards you. His strong arms skimmed around your figure; his large hands slid down, falling into place on your lower back.

“Congratulations,” he murmured sweetly into your ear, pressing a delicate kiss onto your cheek. “This is all so amazing, (Y/N), honestly. I’m so proud of you, darling.”

You squeezed him, holding him close before letting go, a shy smile on your face. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It was really-”

“Where are the drinks, Holland? Huh?” your brother called obnoxiously, interrupting the sweet exchange. Sharing a chuckle, Tom hummed. “I’ll be right back.” With a wink and one more kiss to the cheek, he disappeared into the crowd.

Looking back towards your friends, you let out a sigh in relief. Slowly, you began making your way around the studio, chatting and explaining to your friends and strangers who had wandered into the exhibition the inspiration and meaning behind some of the art pieces. Your friends and family wore stupidly proud, drunken smiles on their faces as you spoke to them.

After around twenty minutes, you found yourself staring at one of the paintings you had become extremely fond of. An array of blossoming flowers were at the centre of the large canvas, more specifically, a variation of daffodils which stemmed from the overly dark and eerie scenery which surrounded them. An elderly woman stopped beside you, as if, just as mesmerised as you were.

“What do you think it’s about?” you questioned.

“It depends how you perceive it, dear,” she explained, not shifting her eyes from the dark image. “For me, I-I know that those flowers there, oh! What are they-“

“Daffodils,” you spoke, just above a whisper.

“Daffodils! That’s the one! Anyway, they normally represent new life, but, I think in this circumstance it might be an unrequited love.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, looking towards her in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Well don’t just look at the painting; analyse it, dear. Christ, you millennials,” she muttered, shaking her head. “The surroundings are dark, rough; but there’s a bunch of perfectly untouched, blossoming flowers. If you look closely at the ground, you’ll see other stems are trying to grow. Now, if I didn’t know any better I would say that the artist is facing a tricky relationship. Wouldn’t you?”

You remained still, your eyes fixated on the painting created by you. You hadn’t thought it through that much, but maybe she was right.

“I mean-“ you spoke, your finger raised as if ready to make a point. You turned towards her, but, she was gone. “Oh.”

Looking back towards the dreary painting, you huffed. As you were about to move along to the next art piece, a strong pair of arms slip around your waist, causing you to jump.

“Hey,” the rough voice rasped. Turning, you were met with a dazed, overconfident Tom. Alongside his messy, slightly dampened hair and unbuttoned, crinkled shirt, his appearance hadn’t changed at all. Your eyes flickered to the loud groan of the studio door. A twinge of jealousy struck through you as the blonde female, whose name had slipped from your memory, stumbled out of sight.

“Tom,” you spoke breathlessly, your eyes darting from Tom to the closed door. Immediately you put two and two together. Surely he didn’t just get with some other girl during one of the biggest nights of your life?

A sharp pain sparked through your chest once again. Tears stung your eyes, however, Tom remained seemingly unbothered as you desperately searched for any guilt within his lazy grin. You couldn’t believe that this was happening, tonight of all nights. Tom knew how much this exhibition meant to you. But maybe, you were wrong after all. “Were you just…? I-you, did you just…?“

Your mouth failed to form words. Yet, how could you expect anything else? You always knew you weren’t the only one, but when it came to Tom you were a fool and you knew it. He reached out, attempting to grab your arm but you took a step back. You couldn’t bear to have him near you right now. Once again, he reached his hand out towards your face but you flinched, looking the other way. Becoming conscious of your reluctance to his touch, Tom’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“Wha-“ he slurred, his face falling. The desperate shaking of your head put a stop to his words. You couldn’t do this. Not here. Not tonight. A tear slipped from your eye as you walked away, not turning back as he continued to call your name. You felt dirty; betrayed that he would do such a thing.

“Tom, I really can’t deal with this right now,” you insisted, sniffling. Holding onto your forearm, he pulled you closer to him, looking you directly into your red, blurry eyes.

“Please; just, please. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Yanking his grip from your arm, you took long strides, your head down as you manoeuvred your way past the crowd and outside into the crisp London air. The sound of Tom’s boots shuffling against the gravel towards indicated he had followed suit. Letting a shaky breath of air escape your mouth, you attempted to calm yourself.

“What is going on, (Y/N)?” Tom groaned, exasperated, leaning against the railing.

“What do you mean what is going on, Tom?” you hissed. “Honestly, you must take me for a fucking fool to think I don’t know you fucked that girl and a lineup of other girls.”

“Been with other girls? What are we? Dating all of a sudden?” he squinted, becoming defensive. Your heart broke slightly as you heard the words out loud. “You know what? I might be throwing my weight around with a few girls here and there, but at least I’m not making up a fuckin’ fairy tale in my head.”

You froze, his words feeling like a slap to the face. You knew yourself and Tom didn’t talk 24/7, yet, you thought you were worth most than these putrid words he spat. Your lack of response only allowed him more time to spill venomous words back into your face.

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N), huh? Do you want me to lie and tell you how much I love you? How much I care for you? Is that really what you want?”

Enough was enough.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you bit back. Hastily, you pushed the tears that fell down your face as you, annoyed that you were crying over him. Yet, you couldn’t help but laugh in a sinister way at Tom’s lack of response.

“Do you wanna know something, Holland? Maybe I did love you and yeah, maybe sometimes I would look at you and see my whole universe. But don’t you, for one second, dare lie to my face and tell me that you didn’t care.”

Tom rubbed his face in irritation and anger. Although his heart yearned for him to yell, scream at the top of his lungs over and over again; I was lying, I care for you, I love you. Something; anything. His mind refused it; disabling his mouth from opening. It remained staying shut tight. His head bowed, blinking away tears which filled his eyes.

“Get out,” you whispered into the wind, your voice cracking. Tom looked up, his eyes attempting to catch yours. His mouth opened, ready to form some type of apology, but he didn’t. You were met with silence again. “Leave. I don’t want to see you here, Tom. Never again.”

Nothing Tom was experiencing would ever compare to the way your heart felt in that moment. It was as if your delicate heart had been ripped from your chest then smashed and battered into a million pieces before your very eyes. You were vulnerable; unable to look at him. His presence alone made you want to throw up. Your gaze was fixed out towards the flickering street light.

“I gave you everything,” you confessed, trembling in defeat. “I guess everything was never enough for you.”

With one last inhalation, you pushed the balcony door open, indicating for Tom to leave. Quietly, he passed you, not uttering a word. For you, that wasn’t even the worst part. You couldn’t fathom that not once did he turn to look back or even bother to say goodbye. 

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Donny set his beer down on the pub counter, and smirked, "Five hundred francs." Hirschberg rolled his eyes, "What is that? Like ten bucks?" "Yeah, but we're in France...so five hundred francs. Take it or leave it." Hirschberg snickered, "Aint'cha got somethin'...luckier than that?" Donny sneered as he muttered under his breath, "Fucken lucky, I'll show you lucky." He set his lucky baseball card on the counter. Rare, 1939 Teddy Williams baseball card. Autographed. Omar raised his eyebrow, and grinned, "Goin' all in, huh?" Donny smirked, "Might as well. I'm the one that needs the least luck here." They all grumbled as the betting went on. They were betting on something...well...odd, to say the least. You were a basterd, and a friendly one, too. Friendly with all of them.  As a matter of fact, you'd gotten a laugh or two out of Hugo, which wasn't an easy thing to do. As much as they hated to admit, each of the boys had a thing for you at some point or other.

They looked back to the other side of the pub, where you were dancing with anyone and everyone that so much as looked  in your direction.... Boy was it a sight that would never fade away from anyone's memory. You were one of a kind basterd...but a basterd no less. Still, you were more than anyone of them could have ever bargained for. Especially Omar. To him, you were more than he could ever say. You were what they'd all dreamed of having by their side once they got home... But goddamn was it a perk having you there by their side in the war, where it mattered most. Where it was rough having friends, but...none of them would have it any other way. Now...they were all betting who you'd be "friendliest" with in the end... And looked down the counter, "Aldo?" He rolled his eyes, set his whiskey down with a clunk, and crossed his arms, and muttered, "I'm gettin' too old for this shit..." He cleared his throat, "And I respect Y/n too much to just bet on th-" Donny smirked, "You're scared, huh?" Smitty snickered,  "You scared you'll lose, lieutenant?" Aldo narrowed his eyes as he looked at his men, "Lose?"

Hirschberg nodded, "You don't got it, old man." "Old man?! Old man?! Wicki's the oldest." Smitty nodded in agreement, "Oh yeah...Wicki's older." "Shaddap Uti." Donny raised an eyebrow....If he was in danger of losing his Teddy fucking Williams baseball card, he wasn't letting anyone get away with less than that. All or nothing. "Neat stash of tobaacco there, sir... Y/n's always sayin' that stuff aint no good for you. 'Specially if you're gettin' up there in your years-" Aldo rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright. I'm in." He slammed his tin of snuff on the table, next to the card, the francs, and the mementos everyone was willing to bet.

"Omar." The last one to enter the bet. And frankly, not the one most of the boys were worried about. With him, it was a long shot. ...Even if they wouldn't advise him (or Smitty, or even Wicki) to join in on the bet, he had something they all wanted. One impressive hoarde of chocolate. He knew that was what they wanted from him. And he was confident... He wasn't very good at holding  a poker face, but frankly most of the boys were pretty dense as to why he was smirking, "Alright. Hersheys. I'm in." 

"Everyone quiet!" Hirschberg spotted you coming toward them, and they all scrambled to hide their wagers. "Hey, why's everyone so quiet?" You stood at the end of the counter, after dancing for what seemed like an eternity, but not quite done for the night. The tavern’s band was taking a short break. And you just needed to cool off a little. Aldo knew that, and held up a glass of whiskey on the rocks. The most refreshing thing he could think of. "Y/n?" You smiled a little as you caught your breath, "Ya know that brunette back there keeps eyeing you, sir?" "What?" You smiled, and gestured back to the dancing youth, "There." "O...oh..well..." You smiled, "Maybe save that drink, huh?" "I-" A little way down the counter, Omar lifted a different glass. Cognac. Which is all you liked to drink. Which he knew. Hugo, thinking you had to be at least a  little tired out, and noting the band had been playing some slower songs earlier, he figured, he might as well give it a shot. "Y/n...." You looked to him, with a naive, sincere smile, "Yeah?" All he had to say was "Dance?" And you nodded, "You got it!" You smiled at him, and turned to get to Omar. So...the basterds watched as you passed Aldo by, and somehow Omar and Hugo seemed to gain favor... Minutes later, after finishing that cognac from Omar, you were back on the dance floor...and Aldo withdrew from the bet, seeing that the brunette on the dance floor had a thing for the Tennessee man. He swung by the bar with her, and passed by the basterds. She was clinging to him, and looking up at him dreamily, passing a lit cigar to him. He held it up, eyed his tin of snuff, and sighed. "Men." They all stood waiting, as if he'd give an order. He smirked a little, knowing he'd get snuff some way or another, "I fold." And he was off, with his new acquaintance. With one less basterd in the race, the stakes were raised higher. "Five hundred and fifty francs!" Donny held his poker face...he had to. Frankly, that was all the francs he had to offer. Smitty looked on as you danced the night away, "Y/n likes music, right?" Omar chuckled, "Oh she does, Einstein?" "Look." Smitty narrowed his eyes, and Omar rolled his, and smiled "Y/n don't care what music plays, Smitty. She'll dance to anything." Donny laughed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. It made him happy to see you happy. Frankly, he didn't really care who won the bet, as long as you were happy. He only bet to begin with because...well he's Donny Donowitz. He's just competitive. And impulsive...and regretted betting his lucky card. Still, he smiled with a sigh, "Ain't that the truth." He took a drink and looked back at the counter. His competitive instinct kicked in. He grinned, as he nudged Hugo, and looked on to the dance floor, "Y'know what Y/n really likes dancin' to, Hugo?" Hugo raised his eyebrow as the band came back. Hearing the blaring, wild trumpet beginning to play, as you looked back at them from the edge of the dancing crowd, waiting for your dance partner, His eyes widened as you gestured to him... Hirschberg taunted him too, leaning over the bar, and snickering "That's right. Ragin' wild swing." He looked back at Wicki, as if asking for help for the first time in his life. Wicki shrugged as he sipped some bourbon. "You aready asked her to dance. Might not be the best time to disappoint her, kumpel." Utivich laughed, "Her? Don't dissapoint us!" He pushed Hugo off his stool, and toward the dance floor. He grimaced, and looked as if he was about ready to snarl at them like a rabid animal... 

Just then, you walked out from the dancefloor, and took his hands, and pulled him toward the crowd, your laugh like a beacon in a stormy night, pulling a smile from him.

"Damn can she do the goddamn charleston!" Donny chuckled, looking on. Omar narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where Hugo had gone.  "L-Is that Hugo?!" "Y-Yeah...." "Damn look at him go!"

The basterds laughed and started cheering for him, until he stumbled a little, and fell. "Look at him go!" Wicki smiled, as you came back to them, your laugh was like a song to him. Laugh! That was it! He tried to capture that light in your gleaming eyes in the milisecond before your laugh rang like a mermaid's song. A joke or two would do it... Except he stumbled on the punchline. There was a lot on the line, after all. And the boys laughed at him and his mistakes. Omar chuckled, "Careful boys, you'll break an old man's heart." Wicki rolled his eyes, and the jeering went on, Hirschberg smirked, "Might be having a stroke." You rolled your eyes, though you could hardly contain your guity smile as you punched Hirschberg’s shoulder, "Oh, you're so mean!" He looked up at you, and caught sight of that hidden grin, and felt at ease with himself for a moment. He'd made you smile...that was a start. But it wasn't much. Omar knew that, as he smirked and took a sip of his beer. 

You could read a room. Better yet, you knew each of the basterds inside out, and knew something was up. You weren't blind either, so you had a pretty good idea at what was happening. You were killer at war, but a heartbreaker at nature. All it took to throw Hirschberg off his game, and blow everyone else's egos to bits was to wink at him. One little wink.| Omar hid his smirk again as he raised his beer to his lips, and raised his head back, dousing his retained laugh with the rich, bitter, cool beer as he shot you a knowing, loving glance.

************ "Y'know...I think...I thinkn y/n's on to us..." Hirschberg sighed as  he loked down at the crumpled, orange and red leaves as he marched with Donny, Omar, and Smitty to a rendezvous point. You had gone with the rest of the basterds to a somewhat distant town for supplies, and they were meeting you at  a hideout that was roughly the halfway point. The rest of the boys were discussing their progress in the wager, and Hirschberg was a little unsettled. Donny sighed as he stretched out his arms, "Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?" Hirschberg grumbled a little then admitted, "Made my move...and she wasn't havin' none of it. Got far enough to try and sneak in a little kiss." Omar, who had been splashing some water from a creek onto his face, stopped. He looked up, still facing away from them to hide his cheeky grin, "Yeah? How'd that go?" He knew you. He knew you'd always be true. You'd told him so, once, long ago. And he believed you. Still, he couldn't help but sigh a little, remembering the soft, secret touch of your lips. Sure enough, your lips were often cracked by the carelessness of war and winter, but still the best kiss a soldier like him could ever ask for.

Hirschberg wouldn't know. And that's what made Omar smirk. "She slap you?" Smitty couldn't help but laugh a little, and Donny suggested, "Punch ya?...Can't blame her. Wouldn't want a face like yours near me either." Hirschberg rolled his eyes, "No! She....she put her fingers...on my lips, goddamn it!" Omar smirked as he walked by him, patting him on the back, "Well, looks like you're losin' you're luger." "Yeah, yeah..." He sighed, wondering in defeat if he'd really lose his luger, "Then she said. She looks at me with those eyes, y'know...those fucken eyes..." Omar nodded with a sigh, looking up at the sky, as if he could see them, "Yeah...I know those eyes..." The boys didn't quite catch that air of sincerity in his voice. That trace of love, that hint of reminiscence Omar's dreamy daze was interrupted by Hirschberg's brash voice, "And ya know what she says? She pushed me back, see. And she says to me, 'Hirsch, you gon' tell me what this is all about or not?' "

Donny gasped, almost in disbeleif, like he was hearing gossip in a salon, "No!"

Hirschberg replied in the near same tone, "Yes!" Smitty shook his head, "Well what'd you say?!" "I said no, that's what I fucken said!" Smitty rolled his eyes in exasperation, "So you admitted there was something going on!?" "No, didn't you hear, I said no?!" Smitty sighed, "No. You said no, you wouldn't tell her what was happening, not no there was nothing happening." Hirschberg frowned, and opened his mouth to respond... Then quickly realized Smitty's point, shrugged, took a puff from his cigarette, and sighed, "Guess I did..." As the boys marched on, Donny spotted something poking through Smitty's jacket. "Whatcha got there, kid?" "A book." "Aw, yeah? What kinda book?" Donny smirked at Omar and Hirschberg, and nudged Smitty. Smitty pulled it out of his jacket. The cover read "Le Petit Prince." A story born and banned in France. Nevertheless, there it was, in his hands, wishing to find yours. "Ya know Y/n can't read French, right?" And in that moment, his heart broke into a million pieces. He wasn't in it for the wager, or even to win your heart. To him, you'd always be like a shining star, across the universe. He'd always hope to see you, but he'd never be close enough. He loved you like a friend could, from the moment he figured that out. He knew love was much like war, not something to be toyed with or bet on. It was far beyond his hands. He loved you, but not in the way you deserved, so he stepped down... He'd confided that to Omar, still not knowing the truth. And Omar had listened with a sigh, knowing you loved Smitty, like you loved all the other basterds. As brothers. But Smitty was, well, the youngest, and so you thought of him as a sort of baby brother. So Omar helped Smitty find that book. Did it nearly cost them an arm and a leg (literally)? Yes. Would either of them ever tell you? No. So Omar's heart sank when he caught that defeated look in Smitty's eyes, and stepped up. "She's got a French dictionairy, y'know she's learnin'. And...it's the thought that counts, kid. Chin up." Smitty smiled a little, and stopped for a moment, as Omar turned back around and kept marching with the others.  Smitty looked up ahead, knowing you were somewhere out there, and he was more excited than evere to give you that book. After a few moments of silence, something started picking at Donny. "Omar." "Yeah, sarge?" "How the hell are you still so confident about this?" Hirschberg, Smitty, and Donny then stopped in ther tracks to look at Omar, and wait for an answer. Omar was the only basterd that had never had a steady relationship before. Hell, Smitty might've been the youngest, but even he had a high school sweetheart at some point. Hirschberg nodded, "Yeah you ain't even made your first move yet!" Donny sighed, having made more moves than he'd ever had to before, "Yeah you should do sometin' quick, Ulmer. You ain't got any idea what you're getting yourself into with that girl. It's fucking impossible." Omar shrugged, "Well...we did go through boot camp together." As a matter of fact, that was where it all started. Sneaking out of your bunks in the middle of the night, and roaming around under the stars, jsut talking. "And we spent our fair share of time together." This was the first time you'd been split up... And he failed to define 'together'. He shrugged, "I know a little more about her than you think."

Hirschberg crossed his arms and remarked, "That right?" "Yeah... She likes a good show. Action pictures, that sort of thing." Donny raised his eyebrow with a grin,"Action pictures, huh?" A few hours later, after ambushing a nazi outfit nearby, Donny was swinging with his bat, "Y/n likes action movies, right?" Omar smirked a little, "Give her a real show, Donny. Knock 'em dead." Donny smirked a little, and walked into the tunnel, already riled up.

And, after some intimidation and interrogation, Aldo called Donny out. And Donny did put his all into it... He really was the closest thing the basterds had to seeing a movie. 

And at the end of it, as Werner lay dead, and his private gave Aldo all the information he needed, Donny looked across the fort to you, with smouldering, smirking eyes, and a sly grin. His eyes fell on you, your basterd grin, and laughing eyes, and moved down, and saw your hand. Your hand, resting on a stone. With Omar's hand resting on yours. "No..." His eyes grew wide. His mouth dropped open. The other basterds' eyes followed his, because if something left the Bear Jew speechless, it was something worth looking at. And indeed, it was. Because they all saw what he did. Omar smirking, his raised eyebrow, pulling his arm around your shoulders, and kissing you. What's more...they'd all just lost a bet. In fact, they'd lost the moment they even put their wagers on the table. Then, a million questions went back and forth. "WHAT?!" being the most common. Followed by "WHEN?!?!?!" and, of course, "HOW!?!?!?!" To which Omar responded, "Learned a lot more than you think in basic training. Y/n's been by my side since then. Made it official just before we left England." You laughed a little, "We didn't know we'd be leaving together." You didn’t know you were both being sent to the basterds. Hirschberg smirked. "So ya can do somethin' right, huh Omar" Aldo chuckled a little,  "Say, y/n that how  ya get him to shut his mouth every once in a while? Ya learn that trick in basic training too?" You blushed a little, "More or less, Aldo." Omar smiled as he looked at you, the basterds saving their grumbling about their gambling for later, for your sake. Still...Hirschberg slipped up and said "Some fucken bet..." Then, it all made sense to you. A bet.... The other basterds never had a chance to start with. They were betting blind. Omar though, he took a gamble of long odds when he met you. He bet it all on you again that night in the pub. It wasn't just his chocolate stash, it was his love, his pride, his heart. That was clear to everyone from that moment. But you didn't understand why. You spoke softly, a way only Omar ever heard you speak before, and you asked him, "Why?" He smiled. "Because I trusted you. I knew my odds, they were always on my side. Like you." You shut your eyes, feeling like a fool, and giving a small, amused smile. Loving someone during war was always a wager with death, with odds that weren't in your favor. But loving a basterd... Loving Omar Ulmer... Now that was a chance you were willing to take, from the moment you first laid eyes on him. He didn't know that. He'd played a game of fortune and heartbreak, once, and won. And he'd be willing to bet it all again, for you, and only you.

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I wish I had more free time or was just able to head out for a simple coffee yet can't fucken covid! Fuck.. I just want some time alone to feel free to think calming thoughts or to actually hmm yea know relax like damn.

Just got up around 7pm already needed a full dose set in heavy-duty shit tonight I'm nearly losing it completely in the mad house swear to the lord I be going fucken loopy nuts I'm at my last stand I really don't know how much more I can keep trying to live like this.. I know. I have known I see I am not blind I'm silent unheard barely seen if crossed ways they think they only seen a monster no I'm just hurt hiding from everyone around me to not hurt them I live my life always away in the back of shadows I think it's time yet again to escape time to let go once again nothing but pain & rush full thoughs 24'7 its rare for me to be sober I can't handle my thoughts so I use what I can. I'm full 1.5ml of cbd two full bowls of my new flower & been sitting here listening to my music as I write this I slowly slowly see & feel this kick in but as of right now it's been a rough 30mins I still feel or seem sober I really shouldn't be least I don't think so but it more an more I keep needing I know it too it doesn't my me feel any better I know. I know. Well anyway I think it's time for much more and some beers just try an jam out this hell of a ride I'm tired of doing this kinda crap like fuck it's near time for much more change like fuck it's never ending I'm just exhausted & I just woke up I know why all the reasons it's just myself putting myself though this nightmare why do I now that's something I can't even answer because I don't know what or how it's I've made it this far along I still shocked just as mush as the others that have seen it or the full on fucked things I've had to do to just help or show that I care an only try to do my best but guess what I'm only human just like you I can only handle an bare so much alone why can't people see & understand this I'm not suicidal lord trust me fuck, I'm just sure depressed with some childhood memorie issues that's all I was just that shy quite kid because many reasons I don't need to vent or express it but I'm just a sad lost 23yr dude just always trying to do good be nice be kind doesn't ever matter who will see what matters is how it makes you feel & to know what you've done you did all you could & that is well enough you've try that's what matters just learning this in life helps it's apart of the greatest blessing in life I think to give never ask be kind be grateful live peaceful.

Here's a saying that only I fellow or believe in I swear it's mostly the only reasons why or how I've made it this far, I use my saying often to help keep that push or edge.

In life I always see or look for more positives then negatives because when I stop & think about it each an every time i do or need to there are more ups then downs tells me hey remember keep your head high you'll get by it'll be okay to cry so don't die my little guy.. Ted. I grow up with this particular saying why I think I grew to want into electronics or electrical work I believe possibly funny little fact about me I guess hmm seem to be nice to if I rant or rabble like this guess one way to help just express or lay it out yeah feels bit better, that or my weed finally is hitting time to keep that peak time for bong time an a koffee still got my music might finally try out gta 5 for pc been also loving the pc realm lol but might actually start cleaning the house again for the guesses to only completely mess it all up in oh what barely 24hrs or two days if I'm lucky hmm yeah fuck it more weed koffee game I guess might go tinker my truck gotta get that bitch running again for summer days can't wait after getting a full fuck the amount of rock climbing I'll be out driving to for a fucken break away from everything see more positives then negatives it can become a very strong use its why I follow it.