#but also i'm a huge baby and don't wanna end up crying so like you can imagine my problem here

[mymindcreatedthis]

Fitting Room 18+

Misa Rodriguez x Reader

Word count: 1,813

Summery: The girls have been on a winning streak. Misa has been off, Reader confronts her about it cause she’s been an asshole. Misa apologizes to Reader, and makes it up to her. Misa drags reader into a fitting room and gives her a show.

Warning: Smut, Spanking, Squirting, Daddy kink, Rough sex, Teasing, Unprotected sex, blow job, Throat pie, Creampies, Handjob, cumshot, fingering, pussy eating, R doming Misa, Misa Receiving, R bends Misa over her leg and spanks her ass, clit teasing.

*Y/n's pov*

we've been on a winning streak recently. We've beat Brazil, Canada and France and have won all 3 games. Something's been up with Misa though.

She's been more distant and closed off and bitchy lately. We are currently out exploring the city with some of the girls. I was walking in the back with Misa. Me and her are roommates for this camp and it has been awkward and uncomfortable to say the least she's not even talking to me.

She barely talks to me or acknowledges my presence. I look over at her when I hear her mutter something under her breath. I look at her confused but drop it thinking that she was just talking to herself.

Misa notices me looking at her and glares at me. "So wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask.

I ignore her glare and look at her. "Nothing Y/n don't worry about it." Misa says.

"Well it's obviously both. It's obviously something bothering you. I'm not gonna force you to talk but just know I'm here if you need to talk to someone." I say.

We continue walking behind the girls. After 5 minutes of walking in silence I feel Misa grab my hand. We stop walking.

"Hey, you're right I've had a lot in my mind. I'm sorry I've been an asshole, quiet and distant. It's not right to take it out on you and the girls." Misa says.

I nod and stand there quietly for a minute before speaking up again.

"What's been on your mind?" I ask.

Misa tells me what's been on her mind. I nod and let her know that I'm listening. by the end of it Misa is crying.

I hug her. "Thank you for trusting me with that."

Misa hugs back. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"Like you said you have a lot on your mind I completely understand." I say.

We catch up with the rest of the girls. We go into one of the stores and start looking around. Misa was complaining about how she's in need of a new bikini.

We split up and go our separate ways. I go with Misa and we go look at bikinis, Misa grabs a few bikinis she liked.

"Come with me to try them on." Misa says.

I blush darkly and follow Misa into the fitting rooms. The fitting room was private here, it was an actually room. I close the door behind us and lock it. The room at a massive chair in the middle along with a coffee table and a pool table. A mirror in the corner, you go through beads to go into the sitting room there was no door.

Misa goes through the beads into the other room and starts trying on the bikinis.

The first one she tried on was blue. "Eh it's okay, I don't like the color." I say.

Misa nods. After 2 more she comes out wearing a white one. It showed off her curves, it made her ass pop too. Her cleavage was really visible. It also showed off her toned stomach and abs. I bit my lip as I check out the view in front of me.

Misa smirks and walks towards Me. "How does this look?"

"I-It looks g-good." I stutter, I was blushing darkly at the view in front of me. Misa smirks and lean in and whispers in my ear.

"Is someone turned on?" Misa asks.

I blush darkly. "Y-Yes I am." I moan.

Misa kisses my neck and rubs my dick over my shorts. I moan in pleasure as she rubs my dick over my shorts.

"S-Shit." I moan.

Misa smirks and fiddles with my shorts. She looks at me silently asking for permission, I nod. She slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

Misa holds her forearm up to my dick and laughs a bit. "Fuck baby you're huge." Misa says.

"T-Thanks." I moan.

Misa strokes my dick til I'm hard. She covers my dick in spit and continues to stroke my dick. I moan in pleasure and cover my mouth with my hand.

Misa takes one of my balls in her mouth and starts storming my dick faster. She switches and takes my other ball in her mouth and strokes my dick faster.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

She strokes my dick a bit faster. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer. "Misa….Misa .. baby I'm close." I moan.

Misa strokes my dick faster and faster. I feel myself getting closer and closer.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, I shoot cum up into the air. It lands on my stomach/ abs, lap. Some lands on Misa’s face. Misa licks my dick, licking up my sticky mess. She licks my cum off her hand and fingers.

"Mmm tasty." Misa says.

Misa takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to suck my dick.

"S-Shit." I moan.

Misa bobs her head up and down a bit faster. The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. She bobs her head faster and faster, I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"S-Shit I'm gonna cum again." I moan.

Misa bobs her head faster than before. She chokes and gags a bit, I feel my balls tighten as my dick hits the back of her throat.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in Misa’s mouth. Misa chokes and gags a bit as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum in her mouth.

"F-Fuck." I moan as I continue to cum in her mouth. Misa sucks me dry and swallows my load.

Misa gets up and bends over and touches her toes. Her ass was right in my face, she moves the bikini bottoms to the side. I hold her ass, I lean in and start eating her ass from behind. Misa moans as I eat her out.

"Shit Y/n right there. Right there, just like that." Misa moans.

I insert another finger and eat her out as I finger her faster. Misa moans loudly in pleasure.

"S-Shit Y/n, I'm close." Misa moans.

I go faster than before, Misa moans and cums all over my hand, fingers and face.

I lick the cum off my fingers, hand and arm. I wipe her juices off my face, I spank her ass. Misa moans.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank my ass." Misa moans.

Didn't know Misa was into spanking. I bend her over my leg and continue spanking her ass.

*Spank*

"I love it when you slap my ass." Misa moans.

*Spank*

"Fuck."*

*Spank*

"Daddy."

*Spank*

"Please daddy." Misa begs.

*Spank*

"Please what baby girl?" I ask.

*Spanks*

"Please fuck me." Misa begs.

*Spank*

"You want daddy to fuck you?" I ask.

*Spank*

"Yes fill me up with all your fucking cum." Misa moans.

*Spank*

"Take off your Bikini baby girl." I say.

*Spank*

"Okay daddy." Misa says.

Misa gets up, she takes off her Bikini and tosses it off to the side. I take off my shirt and bra and toss them to the side. Misa walks over to the table in the middle of the room. I walk over to her.

I get behind her, I rub my dick through her folds. Once my dick is wet enough I slowly slide my dick inside her tight soaking wet pussy. We both moan in pleasure, I let her get use to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

"Move." Misa moans.

I hold onto her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster." Misa moans.

I moan and go a bit faster, we both moan in pleasure. "Shit." I moan.

We both moan in pleasure as I thrust in and out of her a bit faster. "Shit daddy you feel so good inside me." Misa moans.

"You feel so good clenched around me baby girl." I moan.

I moan and go faster and faster, I massage my boobs as I thrust into her faster and faster.

Misa moans and Holds onto the table as continue fucking the day light out of her.

"H-Harder daddy harder." Misa moans.

I pound into her faster and harder pounding her g spot. We both moan, I feel myself getting close.

"A-Ah fuck, I'm close." I moan.

"Me too daddy. Don't stop." Misa moans.

I go faster and harder, I moan and run my boobs as I continue fucking the day lights out of her pussy.

"F-Fuck I'm close." I moan.

"Fill me up daddy. Fill up my pussy." Misa moans.

Creampie #1:

I help Misa ride out her high. We both finish cumming, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her pussy and floods onto the table and drips onto the floor.

Misa gets in the table and lays on her back. I adjust and move between her legs, I slowly slide my dick back inside her pussy. I hold her legs as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster daddy faster." Misa moans.

I pick up the pace and pound her pussy faster and faster. "F-Fuck daddy, keep pounding my pussy." Misa moans.

I moan and pound into her faster and faster hitting her g spot. Misa screams in pleasure as I keep going.

I continue to pound her g spot going faster and harder. Misa moans and squirts.

We both scream in pleasure as I pound into her even faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again." I moan.

"Me too daddy, don't stop." Misa moans.

I pick up the pace and pound into her g spot faster and harder. Misa screams in pleasure and squirts again. Misa squirts all over my dick, thighs and all over the ground.

I pound into her pussy faster and harder. I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan.

"Me to daddy drain your balls in me." Misa moans.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her tight pussy. Misa moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as i shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

Cum oozes out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the floor.

"Fuck there's so much." Misa moans.

"Yeah." I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry."

"For what? Don't be sorry, I told you to finish in me." Misa says.

"So I'm guessing you like the white one better?" Misa asks giggling.

"Yeah, definitely the white one." I moan.

[freddy5bear]

Could I request Human Shadow x female reader relationship headcanons? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you.

First sonic post :D

Human!Shadow x Fem!reader Dating Hcs :3

Sfw!

Can guarantee this man drives you around on the most fabulous motorcycle

Will drive you anywhere almost no questions asked

I have to say if you guys were living together you would be making all of the money, he can't keep a job for more than a month

He knows how hard you work at your job and can't help but feel guilty that he can't really amount to the work that you do so he tries his best to help by cleaning, cooking, and just generally trying to help you with whatever your working on

Man's keeps the house SPOTLESS. You know how much he tries with his skincare why wouldn't it be different when it comes to the cooking and cleaning.

I doubt he's super big on PDA whatsoever. Maybe a little bit of hand holding in a bust place so you don't get lost, but he mostly gives you affection in private.

This man has trauma for days, I think one of the first things you guys figure out in your relationship is Shadows relationship with Maria

If you let him cry on your shoulder, like no reason other than he's sad, the wedding bells are ringing

He is always the big spoon. Refuses to be the little spoon under any circumstances

I doubt he would initiate any and all affection, like he's not opposed but he just doesn't quite understand when something like that should and shouldn't be initiated

He LOVES horror movies, and first person shooter.

If your into that stuff he would offer to play with you, then absolutely kick your ass or baby you until he thinks you can exit the fucking tutorial

NSFW!

7 inches, slight upward curve, circumcised

Again, doesn't quite understand when to initiate so just leaves it to you.

So fucking oblivious to your advances It like actually hurts

He is most certainly a Dom but I can see once in a while he'll let you take over

If he's being a top, maybe a little bit of groaning

If he's a bottom he is whimpering and moaning like nobody else lives around you.

He treats it as more of a stress reliever than an actual intimate activity.

I can see this man being a master in bed, knows everything your into/not into, what pace to go at based on how your feeling

He has probably gotten with a handful of women, but no doubt he's ever been in a serious relationship.

I wanna say power imbalance kink, really into being the stronger one in any situation

Also probably a choking kink in the way he wants to do it to you, again adding to the power dynamic.

He will not cross any boundaries. Ever. If you have expressed that you're unhappy with something in bed he will guarantee to not even speak of it again around you.

Gets really turned on why you are almost shy or embarrassed to ask for what you want.

Its a huge ego boost if you praise him and he loves it. On the other hand it is almost instinct to degrade you to the point of tears.

I'm not really sure about aftercare. Either he cuddles you and helps you clean up or just fuckin leaves you there.

Either way he's expressed he loves you and that your pretty awesome sauce

I was flooded with requests right after my project was finished, I will never see the end of the smut. Prepare to be spoiled y'all, hope this was what u were looking for :D

[starsurface]

Do you have Nightwolf age regressor headcanons too? I loved your Caregiver one and would be sooo curious to see the flip side of the coin! Poor baby has trauma in his lore that makes him seem so lil’ and precious! 😭❤️

I don't know much about his lore, but if you'd like more hcs focused on what he's been through, I can make that post!!! :D These are just some Regression Nightwolf hcs that I have for him but I'd love to do more if you'd like focusing more on what he's been through!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Nightwolf Hcs

🐺 Regresses to about 3-5

🐺 Also had a middlespace headspace of about 11/12

🐺 (^ My personal hc is that he had a HUGE emo/metal phase in middle school and so when he regresses, he becomes a moody 12 year old that knows everything)

🐺 Fujin thinks this headspace is adorable and it makes Nightwolf so pouty because psh, come on! He isn't some baby! >:/

🐺 Has this very certain jacket he wears when hes in that headspace and very specific makeup (cried the ONE time Fujin laughed, Fujin felt so terrible and offered to let himself get decked in emo just to make up for it)

🐺 Fujin normally watches him when he's small

🐺 Very rarely has a babysitter but if he did, it'd probably be his Momma or Auntie (they're all incredibly close and very supportive)

🐺 Very energetic toddler

🐺 I'm not exactly sure how his green spirit animals work (i don't have him as a playable character yet), but if he can summon them at will, this man's cuddling the bear

🐺 Has little toys he's made for himself, like a set of blocks and a wooden toy boat

🐺 Adores his hair brushed but you've gotta ask and you need to be close to him!!

🐺 Can and Will try to play with his ax (you gotta tell him it's not safe and he'll normally let it go)

🐺 Nature baby 100% of the way

🐺 Likes going on little walks and giving you pinecone or rocks he found cool

🐺 (^ You better keep them, he might cry if you try to get rid of them)

🐺 Likes sitting outside and just rumbling and tumbling in the grass

🐺 Adores bath time!!!

🐺 Will splash everywhere if he still has energy though

🐺 But if it's bathtime, he's normally pretty tuckered and mellowed out

🐺 Likes naptime on certain days, like when he's feeling sleepy

🐺 But will dodge it like a plague if he still wants to run around and have fun

🐺 Very good on the rules, normally always sticks to them

🐺 But does have hissy fits, especially if he has to go inside and doesn't wanna

🐺 Pouting, stomping, laying on the ground, he doesn't wanna go inside just yet!! >:(

🐺 If you let him throw his little hissy fit he'll eventually sit up and look at you like ‘🥺’ because now he thinks he's in trouble and doesn't wanna get punished

🐺 Just remind him that just because he lashed out doesn't make him naughty, and that he's a very good boy

🐺 If he's still a bit stubborn about going inside, remind him of bathtime and how cozy naptime is and that usually does the trick

🐺 If you don't like outside? He'll get really pouty, but won't force you to come cuddle him in the grass

🐺 Just watch him from the window, he should he okay

🐺 Or plan some fun arts and crafts inside, he likes those

🐺 Cuddles and storytime work too, n

🐺 I could see him asking a million and one questions about everything and anything

🐺 Not cause he wants to bug you, but because he likes to learn :3

🐺 Ugh, I could totally see him as that one kid that will bring bugs inside the house cause ‘They're cold!! 🥺’

🐺 If you like bugs, that's great!! You two get to make the bug feel very comfy until it has to go back outside

🐺 If you don't, he might pout a bit but is rather understanding

🐺 He'd rather make you happy than a bug, plus the bug can hurry itself ungrounded so he'll be okay in the end

🐺 Wants to help out with everything you do but is also too small to do anything and he'll watch over your shoulder and give advice

🐺 The advice is either surprisingly good or really really childish

🐺 ‘Can we add extra salt?’ The food taste better already

🐺 ‘Can we put in glitter to make it shiny?’ Erm, no kiddo, we gotta make sure it's still edible

🐺 Favorite little nicknames are Kidda, Bub, ‘Hun, Moony, Sunshine, Bug, Baby Bear

🐺 But any nickname will make him squirm happily and bkush

🐺 I'm not saying anything, but he'd make you a mud pie like Max from Max and Ruby and be SO proud of it!!

🐺 Just tell him it looks amazing!! But don't throw it out until he's big because he'll have the most destroyed face watching you attempt it throw it out

🐺 Doesn't watch many cartoons, but if you want him to stay inside so that his bath can fill or dinner will be ready in a few minutes, he'll watch some shows

🐺 Probably also a Studio Ghibli fan

🐺 (^ I'm projecting, his favorite movie is Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)

🐺 If he regresses because of big negative feelings or scary, scary thoughts, he'll run to you and hide in your arms

🐺 He knows he's a pretty buff dude, but just letting him hurry his head in your shoulder while you scratch his scalp and rub his back really helps him

🐺 If he starts crying, kids his forehead and rock him gently

🐺 Man's been through a ton, he just wants someone there to be there and love him

🐺 Learnt of age regression through Fujin when he came to Fujin about his memories as a reverant and how he didn't know how to handle them

🐺 Maybe a wolf regressor but I dunno

🐺 I know one of his victories has him howling at the moon, so he'll do that and then giggle when you cross his arms

🐺 Not a chewer or a biter, but will sometimes knaw your arm or hand out of love, almost like he's giving you a kiss

🐺 (^ Will do this in his little headpace too, not just wolf)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love Nightwolf, he's so Dad but even Dad's deserve a break (and I really need to buy MK11 Aftermath)

[Also I did get your second ask, and don't worry!! You asked anymousely!!]

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Omg just watched episode 2 of Distant Lands & I'm screaming.

Now, don't get me wrong, I definitely shipped Bubbleline before, but this episode had me INVESTED!!!!

Ahhr, I don't even know where to start?

The glass kingdom is so beautiful. I don't care how impractical it'd be, I wanna live there.

Marceline's old look was so awesome!!!!!! like, don't get me wrong, she always looks good, but I know WLW were being fed this episode, lol. As for me, I want Bubblegum's wardrobe STAT as not only is it a pastel lover's dream come true, but all the clothes look so soft (which I don't know how they manage to convey in 2D but they did).

Domestic Bubbleline has my entire heart forever, bye!!!!

Am I correct in seeing the friendship between glass boy & See Through princess as a parallel to Finn & Bubblegum's early friendship? Like tall, beautiful royal that's bogged down by her duty vs small, younger(?), disabled (which Finn later ends up becoming), blue boy who starts feeling dismissed/not taken seriously by his older(?) friend & wants to help/be a hero despite not having any powers (ok, so Finn has lightning amuinty, but that didn't come till much later)? Plus, there's the whole fire monster trying to kill him only for it to turn out to not be so bad, like when flame princess was introduced, & turning into (what looks to me like) some kind of a butterfly at the end, which we know was one of the things Finn was reincarnated as in a past life.

Those royal helpers (or whatever they're called) suck ass.

Simon, I love you!!!! Also, Ignore those monsters. Wear that moomoo & crown if it helps you cope.

They bubble wrapped him!!!! I'm crying, that's the sweetest, funniest & most practical way to go about it though like dude, you're litrually made of glass & already have a cracked face. You need to be way more careful about your obvious fragility.

I'm sorry, Bonnie, but the song does slap.

This is the major Bubblegum betrayal that I've been hearing about? Omg you have to be kidding. Like, I'm not saying you HAVE to love her as a character, but you really had me scared she was gonna do something absolutely twisted & it turned out to be.....this? Like, don't get me wrong, her reasoning wasn't the best & it was definitely bad of her to keep it from Marcleline, but do we really want characters without flaws & why are some fans seemingly convinced that Bubblegum is the sole AT character (especially out of her & Marcleline) that has any? Like the episode litrually gives us serval scenes from both of their POV's to show us that they each have good & bad qualities, streaths & weaknesses, baggage/insecurities & don't always handle everything the best way (especially in the past) but that they clearly love each other & are now in a much better place. Where they are willing to learn & grow & be vunrable by actually talking things out & apologising if they do something that hurts the other. Also wasn't, overcoming past hurts that are impacting your current, hard earned happiness by realising that you can't always be right/win all the time & that it's not always worth it if it means loosing what really matters to you, a huge part of the theme of the episode?

Mama Marcleline, we finally get more of your backstory & god dose it hurt. RIP queen, you did the best you could (am still scared to find out how you ended up pregnant though coz like, Hunson's a freak LMFAO!). Also, baby Marcy, I wanna hug you so bad 💔😭.

Ok, that song is so fucking cute that it makes me wanna bite my own cheeks off & eat them, and no, I don't care that that doesn't make sense.

That's how she got the band shirt? Omg, shoot me dead!

Oh, Simon, you know those banana guards can't do shit lol.

Omg Finn!!!!! Ok, so I kind of already saw that visual (being online, you can only avoid spoilers for so long), but still. My man, looking good. No prostetic? That's probably nice for amputees to see. The Jake Tattoo makes me both happy & sad because, on the one hand, it shows how much they love each other, but on the other, he probably got it because Jake is dead in this time period (I'm assuming).

Omg, grown-up Bronwyn is so cute 🥰!!!!!!!!

All the other cracks being revealed in others was a lovely touch. Thinking about the cracks as flaws or imperfections (or truma like the "damage" people accuire through being alive) & how society demonises that to the point where people feel like they have to hide them & then lash out at others who can't or refuse to hide theirs. Also, love the princess getting pants, lol. The angry monster secretly having a cracked face the whole time got me ok . Like, no wonder it hated the palace for how they acted towards glass boy. When it first saw him, it was probably so happy to know that someone like it existed & then was so hurt that Glass Boy was trying to change himself to be like everyone else.

Yes, Glass boy, kill those assholes!!!!! I hate hypocrites. It's sadly realistic, though. Sometimes, it really is the people with the most flaws who wanna condemn people the most.

[figkeele]

— 15 Questions for 15 or maybe 5 or 6 Friends —

I've been tagged by @eternalergo, and since I have to work on my line edits, I'M DOING THIS INSTEAD odihfsdoifh

Are you named after anyone? My mom's best friend.

When was the last time you cried? Shit, I think I cry every day now. But the last one was a few days ago, still moping about a fandom friend ghosting me. Look, I'm a perfectly functioning adult. 😝 Most of the time anyway.

Do you have kids? Nope, and I won't have any.

What sports do you play/have you played? None. I was always the physically weakest of the bunch, lol.

Do you use sarcasm? Do I? 😝 I couldn't survive one day at work without it.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I don't know... their attitude? humor? I honestly don't remember anyone's face, so I certainly don't notice anything like that. (except if someone is VERY HOT)

What’s your eye color? green

Scary movies or happy endings? oh man, I don't really like horror movies but I don't need happy endings, but let's choose the happy ones. (funnily enough, I like horror books and games. 🤷‍♀️)

Any talents? creative writing (well, I know I'm not native English or I'm not published yet, but fuck it, I'm proud of where I'm at), also being a huge bitch 💖

Where were you born? Not gonna really out myself if I say Budapest.

What are your hobbies? writing, gaming, reading (comics and books), cardistry

Do you have any pets? MY BABY BOY LUCIFER (not gonna not include a pic of this beautiful doggo)

How tall are you? 155 cm lol tall is not a word I'd use

Favorite subject in school? IT class, coding was my jam, should get back into it

Dream job? ✨✨GAME DEV✨✨ - but we see how shitty the industry is, so I'll never have a chance but I'm not giving up my dream to publish at least something indie

tagging (no pressure if you don't wanna do it): @hithelleth, @iwritesometimes @deviant-chant @phvnthom @jimikii

[kimmysurveyblog]

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When did you last drink coffee? I've had two cold brews today.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing. I shed a few tears last Thursday. My boyfriend had a doctor's appointment and while he's not my doctor, he's my daughter's doctor and he once treated me at the ER when I had derealization for the first time so he knows my history. Boyfriend just relayed the conversation they had when he asked how I was doing and I cried for a minute when he left the room. My life has been really hard lately and I usually keep it together very well but he just reminded me that... life has been really hard lately.

What was the last beach you visited and when? Not comfy sharing because it's close to where I live but we went a few weeks ago.

What book do you plan to read next? To Sir Phillip With Love. It's been sitting on my bedside table and I've been putting it off because I heard he's really awful to Eloise and it's not a good book. :( I wanna get to the next one so I'll read it eventually.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Usagi from Sailor Moon. Not in the superhero sense, but the clumsy, sleepy, gluttonous sense.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of. We need to do a purge soon. Lots of fruit and veggies, yogurt, milk, condiments, cheese, pickles.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be? No idea.

Do you smell anything in particular right now? No.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse] The lower end of comfortable but I think so, yes.

What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing! I like my eyes. They're hazel.

What would you like to tell your father? I miss you!! You were only here for such a short time but you made such a huge impact on my life and I will never stop telling people about you and how amazing of a father you were. My daughter will grow up feeling like she knew you, I promise.

What would you like to tell your mother? I still can't believe you're gone.

Whose was the last wedding you went to? My boyfriend's cousin.

What is your greatest fear? Harm coming to my child.

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? I have something called Chiari Malformation which only affects my life a little bit currently, however it is typically progressive. The migraines that come with having it are the worst. I also have quite severe anxiety.

What was your college major? If applicable. I'm a certified nurses aid.

What new place have you been to recently? Nowhere.

What are you a geek about? Shows that I like.

What is something you have no patience for? People who smoke around children. I smoked cigarettes for a decade and I was always considerate about where I did it. It just baffles me that people can simply not care.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? Tom Hanks.

Are you happy with your weight? No. I'm still +25lbs since having my daughter.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose? A few months ago. My nephew.

How many cats do you have? Zero.

How many dogs do you have? One.

How many other pets do you have? Lots of fish, shrimp and snails.

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I haven't yet. No interest currently.

What year did you graduate high school? 2008.

What is the first number of your zip code? L.

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Two.

What is your favorite number? Don't have one.

How many kids do you want? I have one and I'm content with one.

How many apartments have you lived in? Two.

What age do people say you look? People don't comment on my appearance but my boyfriend insists I look much younger.

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are? To most of my family, I'm just a busy mom that is polite and kind so yes. There are very few people I'm comfortable enough around to be "myself", but those family members that know the "real me" accept me lol.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are? Yes!

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? I like my current one. He listens to me, is very patient and understanding. I have an appointment to see him in 3 hours. :D

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger? Maybe.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? I've had Facebook for like... well over a decade so yes.

Do you consider yourself spiritual? Nope.

Do you consider yourself religious? Nope.

Are you afraid of spiders? Nooo. Fun thing about having a toddler is she's currently totally fascinated by and obsessed with bugs. It's making me take the time to get down and look at them too and lately I have also been fascinated by them lol! They're fun to watch.

Are you afraid of snakes? No.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? Yes.

What is one thing you find offensive? Using the word "retarded" to insult someone's intelligence. My respect for you will fucking PLUMMET. <- I agree 100%

Do you often post about politics on social media? No.

Would you ever want to go back to school? Yes!

What are three things you are naturally good at? Caring for people, painting... is small talk a skill?

What are three things you are NOT naturally good at? Cooking/baking, interacting with people beyond small talk, staying focused on a task for a long time.

Is your dream to get married and have kids? I have other dreams as well but yes.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? There's a hook in our bathroom for that.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair? Nooo idea.

Last person you hugged? My kid.

How is the weather right now? 18 degrees, overcast and windy.

Are you missing someone? Not currently. I'll miss my mom when my daughter is asleep and I'm done being "on" for the day. That's usually how that goes.

What is the wallpaper on your cell phone? Flowers.

What do you have handy at your bedside? A book, lozenges from when we were sick, phone charger.

What is your dad's middle name? Darrell. What is your mom's middle name? Ann. First thing you'll save in a fire? My child, but if only referring to objects, I'd say my dad's paintings.

[fqiryspit]

Heyy , so I've been meaning to start writing but the reason I made a tumblr account was to read but god I wanna write so bad but I dont know where to start from or what to do so if you could please give me a starting point love youuu

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ommggg this question is amazing!

I think the first thing you wanna find out is if you want to start with a series or one-shots. one-shots are easier but series are very tempting but be prepared to have to continue it on and on!!

So, actually starting to write is a huge thing! I started writing on wattpad because their pages are really easy and Grammarly works well on it (totally recommend Grammarly, they suggest you alternative words to spice up your writing and catch mistakes you could've missed!)

When I wanted to write, I'd have ideas swarming then go to the pages and just be blank, having no clue where to even start. for this, I usually go to youtube and listen to a bunch of songs I like and it gives me a lot of inspo. If that isn't something you really do I also think you should keep reading fics! it helps a lot, to see what people like and don't really like. Something huge that's helped me is understanding the surroundings and setting the scene! don't spend years describing the house, but add some details like when the mc is distracted or bored. like, when you're rushing out of the house, you don't pay attention to paintings on the wall. but, when you're bored and hanging around, you stop and stare. like, don't outright say the mc is in a hurry or the mc is bored, make the reader feel rushed and the reader feel bored before the action happens!!! a cliche, but the opening line is a huge deal!!! Keep your readers hooked and don't toss it out in the next sentence. Don't have the mc get distracted unless it's part of the plot!! You might think that it's necessary to talk about how the mc's BFF met, but, the readers are either gonna scroll right past it or read it and end up bored if you go off on it. You might think it's good you're going into detail about it but only go into detail with only necessary things. for example, mc is waiting in a doctor's office for results on whatever, screaming babies, white walls, it would feel suffocating, go into detail about that to show how the readers stressing about the doctor's office!!

Shock is an amazing thing for writers and readers, if a huge part of the story is coming up, hint it in a way that's super subtle the mc doesn't even pay any mind to it.

Pain is another good thing! If the mc is getting hit and it's out of the blue, describe the pain first then have the mc slowly start to understand what's happening.

Emotional pain! Don't focus on how mc's tears are warm, focus on how mc's throat hurts so much from crying, their chest is heavy, and are choking on tears!! describing things like that really does help readers put themselves into that situation

Try and be different with your writing. If you're gonna write for Eren maybe don't go into the "college au fuck buddy" story because it's been done so many times and people are bored. coming up with a story is so so hard but, again, reading helps so much! You'll find there's more than original au and college au! model au, actor au, singer au, etc etc ! if you're not gonna do an "au" and focus on a main storyline like cheating, marriage, babies, etc then make sure there's lots and lots of conflict!

I, personally, am a drama whore. I leave stories once the conflict is over because I see no point to it if mc and love interest are finally together happily ever after and the next chapters are just about that..UNLESS it's one I'm super attached to. anyways, it's best to have many shocks in the story.

Find what genre suits you. fluff, smut, angst, or hurt/comfort! it's so fun writing and I hope you enjoy it! tumblr is a great place to start ((tumblr tip: banners matter a lot!!!!)) I don't think I'm a super great person to give tips, I definitely don't think I'm a good enough writer to give any pointers but thank you so much for asking and I can answer however many more asks you need if you want any specific tips or whatever!! don't be afraid to hit me up!! love you lots 💞

PSSSST!! ANOTHER TUMBLR TIP!! DON'T USE "_______" as a transition piece for your works!! What your looking for is called a divider and you can search for them on tumblr by typing it, pink divider, black divider, etc etc

"___________________" will always fall through the other side because fic length differs with if you're reading from a hashtag or on the writer's account

see this:

______________________________________________________________

and this:

are very different!! it might look fine, but if it was on a tag it would spill over and look like this:

__________________________________________________________________________________

also, highlight text to change its color of it and make it smaller, prettier, and...

bigger!

have fun!

[bellysoupset]

AAAAAHHHHH SCREAMING BLUSHING CRYING SCREAMING SOME MORE‼️‼️ SOUP THE LAST TWO FICS HAVE ME DEAD LIKE OMFG WOW THANKS FOR BLESSING US WITH THESE IM GONNA EXPLODE 😭😭😭

okay so starting w the last one, ngl when i read 🧷anon’s request for bad caretaking from jon i was like NOOO bc i really just don’t like bad caretaking at all cause it just gives me second hand embarrassment lmaoooo idk why

BUT GOSH THE WAY YOU MIXED BOTH ASKS TO CREATE THIS MASTERPIECE WAS BEAUTIFUL‼️‼️ (SLAY 🧷 anon’s request‼️‼️‼️) like omfg the GUILT was SO INSANELY GOOD‼️‼️‼️ and the bitchiness at first was SO necessary and it just made all the guilt afterwards THAT much more angsty and raw and AHHHH it was just so perfect😭🫶🏽 baby girl begging at the beginning and the DETAIL OF JON BARELY EVEN LOOKING AT HER so he really just couldn’t have known/suspected she wasn’t feeling well😩 and omg the clear heartbreaking mix of “i don’t want you” + feeling so shitty but also safe w him that she completely trusts jon to take good care of her even if she’s a lil pissed at him 😭😭😭 and vin all worried at the end and then vin hugging him and jon feeling guilty about that too aghhhhh I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH SOUP THIS WAS PERFECT♥️ (i’m only a lil tiny tiny tiiiiiny bit sad this wasn’t longer bc i really wanted to see vin worried and taking care of her 🥹 (angsty part 2 w migraine getting worse maybe?👀👀👀 no pressure at all tho lmao i know we’ve had 2 wen focused fics in a row and i don’t wanna abuse my luck here teehee🫡) but fr tho this was so amazing and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS IT GENUINELY MADE MY DAY AND IM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU WRITING ALL THESE REQUESTS YOU’RE THE BEST AND I *KNOW* YOU’RE GONNA GET FAR W YOUR WRITING bc you’re such a talented author and always able to depict the little things and make all your characters’ personalities shine through in the most beautiful (smol and big) ways and gosh you know i already love your writing but every single time you post i’m just always bamboozled by how CRAZY good your writing is AHHHHH)

omg and then the NSFW fic????????? GODDAMN?!?!?!?? i didn’t comment on it sooner bc i was legitimately speechless 🤭 that fic scratched the deepest itch in my brain in the most satisfying way possible🤓 and goshhh my girl was LIVING THE DREAM and i was vicariously living it through her omfg 🤭🤭 the “don’t even pretend to care” and the descriptions of her being so turned on was 🥵🥵 and vin being so chill and nonchalant about everything??? the kiss at the end???? holy mother this was SO FUCKING GOOD TOO and i have no words other than i will be rereading this one an abnormal number of times thank you very much 🤭🫡🫶🏽

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🦦 I swear to god I thought I had answered this one, I DONT WANNA ANSWER IT. I wanna keep it in my inbox so I can look at and cry.

LMAO I got so scared when you said you didn't like Bad Caretaker, because I mixed without asking either parties, so what a huge relief to know I didn't fuck it up.

I am soooo happy you liked it!!!! And all the details you picked up!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 I agree it deserves a part 2, but I'm actually moving on to a Jonah (+ caretaker Luke) piece that kinda hinges on this not being solved. So don't worry, I'll bring it up again and also have more Vin and Wendy fluff (LOADS), but not in a part 2 manner

The smut got such an amazing turn out, I'm kicking my feet and squealing. Deepest itch uh? 🙈🙈 Guess the Wendy in you is showing, 🦦! Please DO read it an abnormal amount of times, just know I'll be giddy asf every time you do

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

It's really silly that people are using 'alpha and beta' male for anyone in BTS let's be real they're all 'alphas' by stupid incel / pick-up-artist logic. Being soft-spoken or shy or introverted isn't the definition of alpha v. beta, it's a man who can command resources and partners because he has enough male / able-bodied / hetero-patriarchial / capitalist / lookist privilege. I'm sorry even if someone in BTS is a pillow-princess sub bottom they're plenty 'alpha' in life's hierarchy.

Perioddddd, this is something I agree with. They're MEN and most of all, they're rich men.

In all seriousness, I think it's just really intense and unnecessary and kind of crazy to talk about real people as alpha/beta/omegas(?) there are other words to describe the way we develop our personality and relationships with people. So in that sense, I don't take this discussion too seriously because alpha is not a word that's in my vocabulary. I don't use it and I don't think it should be used to describe people seriously. I don't even understand why it was a discussion to begin with, because if someone told me Jimin alpha I'd take it as a joke, say fuck yeah daddy🤭🫣 and move on.

Whatever the reason, I just usually end up thinking the same every time I see discourse like this: a lot of people here just doesn't seem to interact with a huge variety of men in their daily lives, or maybe they don't interact with men at all.

Take my dad as example. You can picture a brown man, buzz cut, 180cm, calloused hands, doesn't talk too much, obviously doesn't text or make phone calls, I've never seen him cry, he's never told me that he loves me, he's never said anything sentimental and I used to actually be scared of him until I was like 16 because he was so strict. He would unplug the internet cable at 9pm no excuses and off to bed.

My dad is literally what anyone would describe as an "alpha male". I would also tell you he's one.

Nevertheless, do you wanna know who cooks at home? My dad. My mom hates cooking and doesn't know many recipes. My mom used to work during the mornings and he worked afternoons so it was my dad who woke me up every morning to go to school until I was around 9. He braided my hair, he literally did my hair every morning, he sprayed perfume on me, he got my clothes ready, he made me breakfast, he'd go to my school meetings, he did art with me, he painted my nails. My mom was screaming at me and making me cry while teaching me maths 😭😭 (I hate maths) it was my dad who'd come up and tell her to be more patient.

I don't get it, I don't understand why people feel the need to take a man who does something they think it's not "stereotypically male" and label him as feminine or queer. For half of my life, my dad did at home everything mothers are "supposed" to do and I would've never thought of calling my dad feminine or a not stereotypical cis straight man, because in the end he is a cis straight man, no matter how many times he's braided my hair or no matter that he even knew how to braid a hair in the first place.

It was just funny to me that a whole essay was written about how calling Jungkook or any BTS member an alpha male is so wrong and uncalled for and he's actually the opposite of that, only to end up saying Jimin is an alpha male lol. So they think it's pretty much an offense to think of JK as an alpha male but Jimin sure, you can think that of him.

The whole discussion was taken way too seriously because of jikookers constant need to reinforce JK's soft boi image. They've always jumped at anyone who doesn't think of him as sugar star baby bambi candy. Maybe if you have to constantly "defend" someone's feminity/feminine traits and how dainty they are and you need to search through thousands of hours of content to find a one minute compilation of someone tucking his hair behind his hair to prove that he doesn't look or act like a stereotypically cis straight man, then maybe his "feminity" or delicate character isn't as predominant as you think it is.

I personally do think the parts that would make people think of JK as an "alpha male" are more obvious or in-your-face than other parts of him. And that's okay. Even one look at his Instagram posts (both deleted and present) would tell you the same. He knows how to craft an image of himself that he wants people to see, he's been learning how to do that since he was a kid and anyone who sees in him the bad tattooed emotionally constipated guy on a black motorcycle, they're literally going off with what they see and he's chosen to show. Not everyone has the time or the interest to watch 10 years of bangtan bombs and DVDs to see if there's more to him.

[asumofwords]

FUCK TEE I JUST CAUGHT UP TO THE EPILOGUE AND HOLY FUCK IDK WHAT TO SAY I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DIED???? I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT I'M SOBBING

I SHOULDN'T READ IT ALL IJ ONE DAY I'M TORN AND CRYING I CANNOT MEME MYSELF OUT OF THIS MISERY 😭

BUT STILL A WONDERFUL FIC I LOVED IT SO MUCH TILL THE END YOUR WRITING IS LITERALLY SO FUCKING GOOD I'M IN LOVE WITH IT, AND OH GOD I WANNA MAKE A MEME BUT I'M GOING THROUGH SO MUCH EMOTIONAL TURMOIL RN THAT IT WILL TAKE ME 8 YEARS TO RECOVER FROM THAT.

REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE "make the reader name their kid lucerys to get back at aemond" I WAS ONE OF THEM AND I'M LITERALLY SO HAPPY THAT HIS NAME WAS INDEED LUCERYS. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

And also @youraverageaemondsimp thanks for not spoiling love, you deserve head for that 😋 we're about to kiss rn

Best writer ever on god, I loved this series so much, so many memories aaaaaa <3 tysm for this, not the ended we all expected but the ending the reader needed fr 🩷

ALSO WHY IS LIL LUKE BEING CREEPY........... NAH HE WENT "my dad wants me to claim it" SORRY WHAT??!!!!

I usually don't send huge ass asks but this entire thing is my reaction to all the previous chapters, thanks for writing this masterpiece tee, I can't wait to read your other works too, ilysm!!! 🩷🩷

EEEEEE I can’t believe you caught up all in one day omg 😭😭😭 you need a hug for sure eep!

Thank you so much for this and your support and memes for this story! I have honestly loved seeing your lil username pop up hahaha

Lucerys be a lil dragon dreamer baby 😈 hehehe

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Strange crystals have overtaken the town, and touching them creates a “link” to the doomed people of Bleak Point. Some may find they have a stranger influencing their actions, while others might find their emotions amplified. The least fortunate may transform into creatures from the mines and terrorize the town. Come join the chaos of our latest POTW!

Rumors surrounding the screaming moose are picking up steam as some have suggested that the sound doesn't originate from moose, but from very buff squirrels. In any case, someone has erected signs around the Wailing Woods that say "Leave the moose alone. Do not approach. Go to the library or museum instead. There is no yogurt here for you. Stay hydrated. Goodbye."

Scared by everyone it encounters, the Trash Dribbler has taken refuge in a specific dumpster in Oldtown. If you want to find it, you can follow the sound of its crying.

If you've been hanging around Masque of the Red Eye at all this past week, you've probably heard local vampire Rupert Pennyworth tell tales of an underwater ship graveyard he discovered on a deep swim this past week. Most have written it off as another tall-tale from the hyperbolic vampire, but local cryptid enthusiasts have started making theories about a Drowned Ship Garden. Theories range from Wormy starting the collection to a local orca pod attacking boats in a specific region. Whether or not it's real, of it anyone else can find and live to tell the tale, is not entirely clear.

Starters:

A baby giraffe is being born at the zoo and Metzli wants to make sure everyone knows this huge and adorable news.

When someone never gives you up or lets you down, Leticia knows not to run around and desert them. She's taken suggestions for fashion-choices for the damaged Rick Astley cutout at Vinyl Countdown. If you're feeling like you're on a roll of the rick variety, send your suggestions over today.

Get Masami up to speed. He's back in town and confused why he's having to tell kids to not lick rocks.

Help Emilio help his friend as he is very genuinely and not at all sarcastically seeking advice.

Nora may not be a faun but she craves that mineral. Well, at least the first four letters anyway. Come to the mines!

Cass is working on her spidersona and here for ideas on how to incorporate the new gems all over town.

A beloved stuffed jaguar is missing and Vida would appreciate any help finding a replacement for her daughter.

People really need to make Lil stop being the voice of reason, but please don't touch the crystals.

Someone remind Levi why it should come back to Wicked's Rest because the coast of Greece is sounding so much better.

Before this PRIDE month ends, Alex thinks you should donate your money to a lesbian in STEM.

Felix wants to know how hard it is to change a phone number. Because... reasons.

Mack is in the market for some acting classes of the mime variety! That's normal, right?

People are disappearing from the beach, and Marina wants to know who's removing the signs. It's definitely probably not her.

Anyone need a car? Juno has one for sale! I'm sure it isn't stolen.

Regan wants to know what the opposite think of a milkshake is. Since those bring all the boys to the yard, and she is trying to keep kids away from the yard. Got any tips?

Want a cute crocheted octopus? Cassius has plenty!

Mateo has no damn patience for sad cryptids. Anyone wanna catch the Trash Dribbler for him?

Wanna get bit by a bug? No? Well, Anita is offering money if you change your mind. It's for science!

There's a crystal fissure in the hotel-casino's rose garden. Don't touch it. Or do! Dïs already did their due diligence.

[charlottedabookworm]

Dawntrail Day 7+8 (part 2/2)

spoilers up to: lvl100 msq quest Dawntrail

original draft date: 4-5/7/24

scheduled release for: 31/7/2024

i managed to hit tumblrs image cap on part one of this post so. since i can't do a reblog of a post in drafts, here's part two!

part 1/2 is HERE

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she added her birth name as her middle name

her name is krile because it is the name galuf gave her but maya is the name her parents gave her and she wants to keep both

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and now just erenville remains

to erase the living memories of his mother

this expansion is really a love letter family and especially to parent/child and sibling relationships huh, good and the bad adn the ugly, blood and adopted adn chosen

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yeah

i feel that

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...i cannot believe your mum is calling your out like this erenville

at a time like this

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that's fair. it's not fair, not really

inside the dome, thirty years passed over the number of days. you went home expecting to see your mum and by the time you made through the dome she was already gone

already gone and hiding it from you because her memories are still here, speaking to you, and that means she isn't really gone at all right?

except she is and she will be because you have to stop sphene and this may be the only way and you don't want her to go

she's your mum and your mentor and you don't want her to go so you don't want to help

(if she never fulfils her wish, surely she won't go?)

but i think- i think you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you don't, erenville

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one last adventure with your mum erenville

one last happy memory

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just gotta finish the msq and i have flight everywhere again!

(hopefully) no more distractions!

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i love erenville and cahciua debating over the animal being scalekin or beastkin

they're just. interacting. probably how they have a thousand times before

(how they never will again, after this)

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awww erenville apparently met baby krile, not that either of them remembers it lol

i'm just sad they didn't give us baby erenville in the cutscene he woulda been so adorable

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oh

the final aether current

i can't be far now from the final quest dungeon and trial still to go notwithstanding

i guess both of those will be on the dawntrail quest? that's how they usually do it iirc

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i am not emotionally prepared for the end of this quest

fuck

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i dunno erenville. but she's asked you too

fuck

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fuuuuuck

okay imma put ending this quest off and go walk the dogs

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so

i got distracted by life shit like dogs and food and parents and it is now 10pm

i'mma finish dawntrail tonight anyway wish me luck i don't wanna be up past 1

also i gotta remember to cry quietly so i don't wake anyone up

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oh no i don't need to start crying already

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fuuuuuck

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screaming crying throwing up

fuuuuck yep i am emotionally devastated fuck you square

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still sobbing but-

the curtain falls, the final act begins

dawntrail

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i'm ready

this expansion has already broken my heart so many times surely it can't do it any more

surely

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alexandria

it looks so much like in ffix

but-

'to the memory of better days i bid farewell' this is definitely gonna be like in endwalker and shadowbringers right? we're gonna have some time hops to go with our narration

ahhh ye here be calamity stricken alexandria

lovely

annnd the last stage is after the barrier was put into place, probably after sphene died?

cool yeah okay definitely after sphene died

final boss time!

And the final dungeon of 7.0 is done

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bets on sphene becominh a giant boss who sits at one side of the arena with a huge hitbox?

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yeeeep there she is

I suppose why mess with a pattern you’ve had since uh- stormblood?

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excuse me did you just fucking delete my friends who gave you the right to do that

so fuckinh rud-

wait have i really gotta queue for the first time this expansion at gone 11 at night? Fuck this maybe wasn’t my best idea

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sphene: brings out the milalas key

me: i place my ‘azem stone’ in defense mode!

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okay wow that was legit one of the best trials i’ve seen in game

there were so many cool mechanics there were arena changes genuine chaos int he middle it was fucking great

like i can absolutely understand why people are saying they’re already improving fight design cos that was amazing

And then the victory lap in the end was nice to see

i cannot wait to see that in ex

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we are all pitiful selfish creatures, sphene

all of us

born and created

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of course we will

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love this

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annnd credits!

loved the expansion very much

new dragoon is interesting, i don't hate it, the story was a little slow to start but of course it would be, it wasn't a world ending threat (until three quarters of the way through) and it definitely made me cry more than once

loved seeing more of erenville

and i love that raha got his taco in the credits! and esti being surrounded by children tugging on him as alphi laughs!

great expansion, can't wait to see what happens next

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erenville is gonna stop being a gleaner?

oh

i wish you the best erenville

make sure to invite us on a few of those, yeah?

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(i hit the image cap again fuck i'm not making another post it can just deal)

"And what of you? Any new adventures in the offing?"

well, wuk lamat, in a little less than two weeks i'm apparently going to be joining a fighting tournament

not sure why yet but it should be fun

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....sphenes crown

her crown that was her regulator

her crown that was her regulator glowing?

might possibly have just figured out why we're entering a tournament

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I will definitely go on another adventure with you erenville

whenever you ask

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alpaca mount!

thanks wuk lamat!

they're so cute

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kay no tihnking about it sphenes crown is probably story related cos the arcadion is open for buisness again and it doesn't seem to be related

anyway bedtime for me it's gone midnight lol

[likemosaic]

@overclocks sent an ask : [ SHROUD ] - our muses argue about who has to wear the silver shroud costume (and then - optionally - go run heroic errands) @ jocelyn (tony like: i'm already a superhero??? i have a resume???)

MISC FALLOUT SCENARIO PROMPTS.

joss has no excuse. they just really wanna wear the costume, having had no time to flex their acting chops since they climbed out of the vault. silver shroud was the only piece of media they had time to consume back in the day. sitting in front of a television requires constant attention, but a radio can be taken on the go: like on deployment, or listened to on low volume while rocking your son to sleep. they wouldn't say they're a huge fan of the shroud, but the campy vibe is full of fond memories of better times. a better world.

they also don't really believe tony about this supposed superhero career. they were mostly caught up managing a newborn at the height of it, though, so anything could've passed them by at the time, metal men and most heroes included. the name tony stark vaguely rings a bell from news broadcasts, but it's overshadowed by memories of a crying, colicky baby. if you asked joss to talk about some of the pertinent events in the year 2077 outside of the end of the world, they'd come up blank. most mornings were spent staring at a television in disassociation while codsworth finished charging.

so joss is diplomatic. as diplomatic as one can be when being painfully blunt is their default state. arms folded, not unfriendly but stern, like telling a kid that no, they're not going to play outside, it's raining. "it won't fit you. it runs small. maybe it shrunk." does radiation shrink clothes? it's not their area of expertise.

they also think tony is slightly deluded, but that doesn't deter them. most people are in their own ways, especially after the bombs. "i was an actor once. i should do it. but we could probably find you a costume of...that red guy you mentioned. there's gotta be one around the broadcast building somewhere." mom mode is active, yes. though they're not saying it aloud, it's clear they're not convinced about tony's past. i'm sure iron man was real, honey. eat your dinner and give me the fucking costume.

[pinkchampagneproblems]

i have so much to say that i don't even know how or where to start but as i was re-reading what i've been writing here over the past years, i realized i move move move and never really moves. stil stucked in this nightmare that is my life - i truly am obsessed with being dramatic, i know, but i swear this isn't drama. I still hate my daily routine and I still rather be dead than doing this over and over and over again, not knowing when (and where) this will finally end. I'm so tired of everything. where did I lose the track of my life? I read somewhere that the pandemic would have the same effect in us that wars had back then - obvs talking about perception and feelings and stuff - and this makes total sense to me. i'm literally right where they left me. my friends are graduating - i am literally doing college exams all over again because i was miserable with the one i was doing. it's not only that i feel extremely behind of every single person, but i am told i am. growing up being compared to every person i knew has been (and probably always will) impact and haunt my life forever.. childhood trauma really is a bitch, huh? and lately i've been analyzing myself and having these little insights like "oh... maybe im like this because of that situation i had growing up". also realized that this must be one of the main reasons why i wanna be a mom so bad - to treat my baby the way i wish i was treated. there are so many little things that has such a huge impact in my life, the way i am and the way that i react to what happens to me.. talk about healing you inner child. i dead serious have no idea what i would be without my granny. she is everything to me - and to everyone. truly an angel on earth - and everytime i think "i don't wanna be like my mom at all", the thought of "i wanna be like my grandma" comes along. sometimes i get sad that my children won't have her as a grandma - but i am so grateful that I did, that i was this lucky. I love her more than life and lol im crying writing this cause i know someday she won't be here anymore and i think about this day more than i should. maybe is because i'm going to so many funerals, losing so many loved ones in a row. this thought is inevitable. that will be the worst day of my entire life and there is no way im surviving that. no way at all, and i say that from the bottom of my heart. i literally can't live in a world without her. wow this is not what i was thinking about when i started writing this lol just took a whole different direction. and now im crying thinking of how much i love and need my grandma and how she is the sun of my life and how lucky i am for having her. her birthday is coming up in 12 days and i'm seriously thinking about tattoing (wtf is that even a word???) her name. not only vs has an Arlete that was also Angel, i have mine too <3

[commanderquinn]

Good Space Chapter 3: Hey Gringo

! i dont! keep these posts! updated! like i do! ao3!

that means you're going to find typos and shit (and possibly minor detail changes) that don't match the ao3 version! that's because im not going to bother fixing the tumblr posts until i finish good space as a whole. im only uploading them here as a backup tbh

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master list / ao3 chapter link

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warnings: ayyy!! none this time!! unless you wanna count Highly Disrespectful Thoughts ❤️ tho!!! the flashbacks are shuri, heads up for anyone who is a big baby (like me) and still crying over WF. also (shocker) bucko angst/panic attacks

song: it KALEO time!! istg there are golden oldies and hippie classics on this intended playlist, we just havent gotten to them yet. this choice is mega self-indulgent on my end ngl, buuuuut thats the whole fic in general lbr (side note: every time i write Angy Ava, i want you to imagine the vocal intensity of jefferson airplane’s lead singer, grace slick)

the timing of this chapter could NOT have been better with the probably-russian hackers knocking out ao3 that long. i mean it dude, im pretty sure the universe had a good chuckle over this one bc i sure as shit had to sit here and go “youre pullin my leg bud”

also now feels like a good time to mention, for absolutely no reason in particular (definitely not bc of Bucky being a Huge Simp this chapter), that i hc bucky as a dom with service top leanings. i just didnt wanna give the impression that reader is dom for this and accidentally get anyones hopes up with no payoff. i try to avoid that as much as i can bc god knows i drop Big Honkers on y’all every damn chapter, id hate for you to get all the way to the end of this and not get your cookie, y’know? (i am, ofc, down to write mega sub bucky for smut-shot requests)

also remember when i mentioned giving ava a HANDFUL of physical details for writing fuel? 🌝 (ur gonna think im funny rlly soon, dw)

anyways if you dont have adhd, good luck and god speed with the idiots thinkin abt each other in this chapter ❤️ im so sorry in advance 🥺😔

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Febuary 17th, 2015

"Good morning, Sh—"

"Have you left your worthless husband yet?" Shuri impatiently taps a finger against her elbow, where her arms are crossed over her chest. 

She watches Ava sigh on the other end of the vidcall. The woman looks too tired. She needs rest. Shuri wants to stab Alec all over again. She's going to make a new, self-lacing, possibly electrified dagger just for the occasion. "I know you're just trying to—"

"We can come to get you. I will send T'Challa. You must promise me that you will have him get me something from Washington." Shuri raises a stern finger, pointing it directly at the camera. "Do not let him pick it out himself—"

"Shuri, honey, I love you with all my heart, but please—"

"I want you to pick it. The furniture in your office is ridiculous; I want something like that."

A smile far too small pulls at the corners of Ava's lips. Her smile used to move freely, and it will do so again if Shuri has any say in the matter. Which she does. "Well, thank you, I work very hard to keep it ridiculous. Now—"

"It will make me think of you whenever you are not around to make fun of my brother with me. My mother will get the lawyers you need to start your divorce—"

"I—sweetheart, please, it's been a very long night—"

"It is the afternoon where you are. You have not even had breakfast, have you? Of course not. You are busy doing the work while Alec—"

"Shuri!" Ava puts a hand over her eyes and takes an unsteady breath in. "I'm sorry. This is—it's been a long night. I didn't mean to yell at you—"

"You need to start yelling much more, Ava. Aim it at your worthless husband while you tell him you are leaving," Shuri argues, entirely fed up with how the doctor allows the spineless dickhead to make her miserable. "T'challa will remove him for you while you stay here with us."

Alec—she refuses to call him Ryder; the man does not deserve to have taken the doctor's name—leans into the camera view, his expression bored. Dismissive. Shuri wants to smash his wrinkling, greasy face in with her fist. "While I appreciate the offer, your majesty, my wife and I can handle our private life alone."

Shuri glares back at him, one of her eyebrows hiked as far up as she can comfortably get it. "Do you really think being aware of your presence on this call will deter me from reminding my friend that you are a demon?" She looks pointedly at Ava, who's still covering her eyes. "He is a demon. A pasty, rude demon."

"Alec is going to shut the fuck up now, I promise." The fingers over Ava's eyes pull in until she's pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. She looks as if she's fighting off a migraine. She probably is. And it is Alec's fault. "That way, we can get this over with, and I can finally get some sleep—"

"Which you need and are not getting enough of." The words slip out before Shuri can stop them. 

Ava's shoulders deflate slightly. Her hand drops, and she attempts another smile that doesn't reach her eyes, making Shuri feel a pang of guilt. "No, I'm not. But I will, just as soon as we finish the basic adaptation matrix. I promise."

Ava always encourages her to speak her mind, no matter what. Sometimes it gets her into trouble. She is not looking to berate her favorite Canadian; she loves leaving the vidcomm between their labs on. The open connection is a comforting window into the outside, one that lets Shrui indulge in any question or raving that passes through her mind. 

Alec is a poison in her friend's life, and Shuri will not back down from reminding her of that. But mother and Nakia have sat with her over this, explaining that sometimes, an abused heart will cling to what hurts it. They have to be supportive while Ava works through this. She's getting there. Just not nearly fast enough for Shuri's patience.

Father has been reminding them all that Alec is a risk, given what he knows. Trusting Ava means trusting her for the duration, and they can't go back now. If she says she is handling the issue of separating the man from her work, they have to allow her room to do that. But T'Challa has been ordered to keep close, or at the very least, ready to go.

As much as she despises Alec, Shuri does not wish to see Ava hurt in this. Not any more than necessary. She is also not interested in trying to control her friend the way her mother sometimes tries to control her. It is infuriating. 

So, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she lets some of the fight leave her. For the sake of Ava, not the pasty demon. "I have the latest build ready for transfer." 

"You're sure you've secured the connection on your end?" Alec has the audacity to question, even outside of the frame. "I'm not interested in spending my week chasing traces of this—"

"Do I look as if I will hesitate to strike you, colonizer?!"

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"I'm just saying, Humpty Dumpty."

"Fuck off," Bucky wheezes at the billionaire, compressing the towel he grabbed from his new medkit against his ribs. Why he expected to make it through his first mission back without having to crack it open, he's not entirely sure now that he's sitting in the hindsight. Getting shot today was, if he's honest with himself, entirely predictable. It's his luck, after all. 

"We let you out of the house again for five minutes, and you've already broken yourself." Tony shakes his head as he tsk's, making Bucky roll his eyes lazily. "What's Ryder going to think? If you keep this up, you'll give the woman a complex about draining your mojo."

"She's going to think I throw myself in front of armor-piercing rounds for idiots that don't notice when they're being shot at." The mention of Ava brings the doctor's smiling face to the forefront of his mind. Bucky leans back against the Quinjet's co-pilot seat, letting his eyes fall closed. 

He could take care of this latest injury himself. That's what he usually does. Thanks to the serum, all he has to do is keep the wound clean for a few hours while his body stitches itself back together. Nothing's broken, and he'd be in much more pain if anything were punctured. Hell, he'd probably be dead already. The fix for this is so easy it'll practically handle itself.

"You always get so cranky after you've played the hero." He hears Tony kick his feet up on the Quinjet's main controls. "Take a breather. Maybe a bow or two. Believe it or not, it's possible to accept a compliment now and then."

"Grandstand more often, got it."

Ava's probably going to hear about today's incident now that Bucky thinks about it. If anything, Steve's going to make sure of it. He doubts she'd guilt him for not being comfortable with an optional trip to medical. They've been having more conversations about boundaries and comfort, and she's been unwaveringly supportive of him moving at his own pace. 

"You don't have to grandstand, you gigantic baby," Natasha chides from between the chairs. Her hand smacks against his shoulder, making Bucky grunt softly. "A whole new world is going to open up for you when you relearn to accept praise."

Tony snorts, long and loud. "Has he reached that stage of modern education yet?"

"I reached that stage of education before you were born, Stark." Bucky's not territorial over his reputation anymore; those days are long since passed. The grand majority of his mojo got left in the 40s. He's just tired of Tony's shit. That's all it is.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Ava might feel bad that he didn't come to her for something like this. He doesn't... want that. He doesn't want her thinking that he doesn't welcome her help or that he doesn't trust it. He... he does. He doesn't just appreciate having the option; he enjoys it. The new routine is a breeze, and his neck feels better than it ever has. At least that he can remember.

"I'm confused," Tony mumbles around a mouthful of snacks. The man never stops eating. "Are we talking about your no-no years, or did you and Rogers hit up underground bars before Germany?"

"I know all his secrets from the vanilla days; they never went to any of the fun ones," Natasha confirms. It's not like Bucky was going to take the verbal bait anyways. Steve still falls for it regularly. 

"I like how you don't deny having the rest of the answer; I feel like it tells me all I can tolerate about the icicles when it comes to this. That's my favorite part about you, Romanoff. You know when I don't need to know, you know?"

His dumbass friends might as well be background noise with Bucky's mind this firmly in the memory of Ava's office. She's been so good to him, especially over this last week while she pushed through all the red tape for him. He'd been expecting it to take an eternity of hounding Steve all by his lonesome, but she got him back in the field in under two weeks. His best friend had actually been kind of pissy about it behind closed doors. For Bucky, it was like getting sprinkles on top of his cake. 

He's been thinking about getting flowers delivered to her lab for the trouble. It feels like too much whenever his thumb hovers over the confirmation button. He's reached the part of staring at the order details four times.

"I'm pretty sure your country doesn't appreciate it as much as you do. They tend to fight cold wars over it."

"Well, yeah, but our country—you see what I did there? That was a pretty funny communism joke. And it works as a reminder for both of us that you're actually an American citizen these days; isn't that wild? Back to the point here, our country fights wars over stuff we do ourselves all the time, so that doesn't feel like a fair reason to dismiss our friendship."

The doctor's forcing him to expand his music library. Her taste there is as scattered as her taste in movies, but she's got some leading themes he's been able to pin down. The 60s and 70s are huge for her, expectedly, and she's got a lot of nostalgia over the 90s. Paige keeps her versed in all things pop, folk, and country, according to her. 

"If I start referring to the US as my country, you people will expect me to do things like register to vote. Or put up wallpaper."

"I don't think anyone's expecting you to be legally allowed to do that. The voting thing, not the wallpaper. In most states. For multiple reasons. Although, the wallpaper might be a good call."

Ava invited him to their absurdly large archive of playlists during his second session. The ones Paige curates are nothing but insanity. Not one of them makes a lick of sense. Bucky decided that he should have expected that, given her Energizer Bunny reputation. Ava's are less scattered; more organized. Soothing for his mind to digest. He's been using them as workout music ever since. And driving music. And general background noise. 

"I don't think I'd know where to start buying wallpaper. Do you even want me putting that shit on your expensive building?"

"Not really, but the idea of walking in on you rolling paste on the living room walls is worth anything it could take to fix them later."

God, she's funny, too. He could listen to the woman's awful, soul-crushing puns and subsequent cackling for hours. He'll never say that to her face, not for as long as he lives, but they've made him feel lighter every morning that he's gone to let her work him over. He's already stolen two of them to torture Sam with. Another thing he's not going to tell her.

"Maybe I should start smaller. Bruce keeps suggesting a car that has legal registration."

"Heeey, that could work. You'll be signing up for mailing lists and bitching about state tax in no time. You know what?" He hears Tony snap his fingers. "We should get you a houseplant. Work you up to having a fish or something."

Alright. Maybe he'll go to Ava. He doesn't want her to think he's trying to blow off her expertise again. Or that he's avoiding her. He's not; he really does like hanging out in her office. Even if it's technically a medical appointment. He's a lot more eager to visit her than his therapists, that's for sure.

"I am not paying taxes," Natasha scoffs. "If you think I'm tying a legal address to my name, you're out of your fucking mind. Moreso than usual."

"You don't think you'd enjoy having a cave to lurk in?"

"What makes you think I don't have one already?"

"I'm talking about a real house, not a safe house."

This injury isn't related to his cybernetics. It's his ribs, well below any of his implants. He's not entirely out of the loop when it comes to what doctors have to do to get their licenses. She no doubt had to pull a lot of hard hours during her residency. Maybe she doesn't want to patch up the tower's notorious grouch every time he takes a hit. But he doubts she'd ever be impolite enough to refuse him walking in.

"I have my space here: bathroom, laundry room, small kitchen. If I haven't bothered decorating that, what makes you think I'll want to do it for an entire house?"

"Aww, come on. Look at Ryder! She's having all kinds of fun making her place as obnoxious as possible. That could be you after a few online shopping sprees."

Bucky's eyes open slowly, his brows drawing in when the second verbal mention of Ava pulls parts of his attention back to the conversation. 

Fuck, not going to medical still leaves the option of her taking offense. Okay. Alright. So, he'll split the difference and go to emergency intake. He's pretty sure she's listed as his surgical contact in the tower now—he can't stomach looking at his own medical file, not even the written records. Any injury this big will get flagged for trauma support, and she'll be notified. Then it's up to her what she wants to do. That feels like a good compromise.

"She's doing that to reclaim it from Alec; that's different. I don't have the same motivation. For me, it's just going to be extra work.

"Who's Alec?" Bucky asks without thinking. If the universe doesn't hate him today, Natasha's just going to assume he's being his usual kind of paranoid.

"She hasn't mentioned him?" Tony sounds surprised. "Alec's her ex-husband."

Ex-husband? She was married? And she's not anymore, meaning she might be—

He shuts down that train of thought immediately. 

Reclaiming the space of her house implies they lived in it long enough to form some heavy memories. She hasn't mentioned having a kid, and she strikes him as the type to bring up something like that pretty fast. So it was just the two of them, most likely.

"People usually don't like talking about the egocentric sack of shit they used to coexist with," Natasha points out. Of course, she already knows about the doctor's history. It's her.

"Bad divorce?" he prods, trying not to sound overly invested in the answer. These assholes will take it as an invitation.

"Oh, the worst," Tony confirms. "Shithead tried fighting her on it tooth and nail. She had to borrow my legal team just to get the guy to fuck off and leave her alone. He even kept her surname after the divorce; can you believe that?"

An uneasy feeling starts to rise in his gut, making Bucky look over at him. Then up at Natasha. "What kind of won't leave her alone are we talking about?"

"Down, fido, my lawyers took care of it. There's no need to start tailing him. Aside from being a self-absorbed asshole that insists they'll," Tony's voice turns scornful as his fingers form air quotes, "work things out with time, he's toothless." 

"She's got concealed carry permits she earned properly if that makes you feel better," Natasha offers up. The thought does help ease the tension building in him. 

He won't read Ava's file, no matter how bad the buzzing gets. But he might check in with JARVIS about her home security. He's noticed her name on the system logs. She, or at least her house, is linked to SHIELD's network despite her general distrust of the organization. He understands the opposing priorities completely.

He caved and read Wyatt's file two nights ago. The buzzing had been building since Ava mentioned him wanting an autograph, and it finally got to be too much. Nothing's lurking there aside from an impressive list of historians from all the fuck over Georgia and Alabama. The kid's got more family than some towns have population. 

Bucky leans forward with a muted groan to change the autopilot's intended LZ of the Avenger's balcony to the entrance hanger for medical. If he's going to grit his teeth through the antiseptic over a couple small holes, he's damn sure not going to haul his ass through half the tower while his ribs leak. His patience has limits, and that's pretty fucking far over the starting line. 

Tony looks over at him with a deep, suspicious frown. Bucky frowns at him right back with the same level of scrutiny. He can feel Natasha staring a hole into the side of his head, even if he can't catch her in his peripherals. He hates both of them with a passion at the moment. He knows what's about to happen—

"Did you just… prioritize your own health," Tony questions like he's baffled by the very idea. His whole upper body turns in the seat as he looks up at Natasha excitedly. "Oh my god. He's doing it. All by himself." He raises a hand to his chest and looks back at Bucky. "They grow up so fast."

It's good that the autopilot is on. If it weren't, Bucky would be tempted to crash them out of spite, mostly because he's sure he'd survive it. "Very funny."

"All it took was a hippie that gives him candy," Natash adds, her voice dripping with smugness. "Who knew."

"Both of you can fuck off." Bucky doesn't like how close she just got to his primary motivation on the first try. Old habits die hard, et cetera. And he hates that he can't tell if she was trying to guess. If he's lucky, which he isn't, she was just making fun of him.

Natasha knows about his visits to the florist's website; he's fucking convinced of it now. He doesn't know how, and he can't outright call her on it. If he does, he could fuck up and make himself right. There is nothing worse than having the Black Widow as metaphorical family. Not even Steve's hovering.

She and Tony harass him for the remainder of the flight. It's not long, mercifully, and he's starting to regret not grabbing something for the doctor. They were in Montreal, of all places, so it would have been fitting. He figures she'll understand once he shows her his side. The train of thought makes him wonder what part of Canada she's originally from. She hasn't brought it up.

His foot is already bouncing by the time he reaches the elevator. He's still got the surgical towel shoved tightly against his ribs. He hopes she gets there fast if she ends up taking the call. The last thing he wants to do right now is sit around in the burn of antiseptic and bleach while he fights off the urge to bolt. 

This is good, Bucky reminds himself as he takes his first few steps into medical. He's sat through plenty of trips to emergency intake. He can handle walking into his first optional one. It's a non-issue. Completely.

When JARVIS informs him that his file and general vital scan have been submitted for intake, the buzzing gets so intense that he almost leaves. The pace of his sergeant walk, as Sam likes to designate it, slows to a crawl. Then he thinks about a doctor with concealed carry permits. One that lets her house be monitored by a government organization she's actively pushing herself to trust. All in an effort to contribute something good to the world. The buzzing eases, and he picks up his pace, headed for the solo observation room JARVIS listed for him.

There's no moment of standing involuntarily from nerves this time. He doesn't have to force himself to sit back down and wait, even though the room smells wrong. His skin is crawling, and he wants nothing more than to put a throwing knife in his hand like a goddamn security blanket. But he doesn't panic. He doesn't try leaving.

Baby steps.

When the door opens, it's devastating. There's no diminutive hippie with UFO-sized glasses smiling at him on the other side of it. It's a guy in a plain white lab coat without artistic stitching, one that Bucky's never met before in his life. He's already squinting down at a tablet, meaning this will be his doctor for the duration.

This was the worst plan he could have possibly conceived. The universe is humbling him for thinking he could get away with something like this without some kind of suffering. He just wanted to make up for being dismissive of her help initially. Now he gets to sit through this. How fucking grand.

"Barnes?" The doctor that's not Bucky's doctor looks up, his heart rate elevating by a few notches. He's putting in a lot of effort to look confident. It's not exactly working. "I'm Dr. Erickson. I'm guessing you're here for the bullet wounds JARVIS detected?"

"Yup." Bucky's not about to volunteer for small talk at the moment. It's a miracle he hasn't jumped off the biobed yet. "Where's Ryder?"

"Your primary is in a staff meeting at the moment." Erickson puts his tablet down on the supply cabinet's main counter. He's already starting to gather what he needs, leaving Bucky to figure out real quick if he's actually willing to do this. "Don't worry; I'll get you sewn up and on your way in no time."

He doesn't want it getting back to Ava that he bailed the moment she couldn't show up. He doesn't want to leave her with the impression that he's only going to take on medical care if it's her; that's not anywhere near fair. The woman is a brain surgeon, not his private physician. He can grow the fuck up and accept help from people that haven't gone through his gauntlet of verification.

"Great," he pushes out, lifting the side of his undershirt to offer an unobstructed view.

It's not great; it's fucking horrendous. The first touch of the new doctor makes the overly physical memory of the buzzing build so high, he can feel it in his teeth. They're not actually rattling in his jaw the way they did back then, he knows that, but it doesn't matter because his body is screaming at him that it's happening.

The first stitch going through his skin makes him want to put his fingers through the doctor's eye sockets. His mind goes over all the ways he can violently put at least ten feet between them without having to get up. Looking back, it's probably good he didn't reach for the throwing knives. He's not unhinged enough to stab someone unprovoked; he's better than that. But they'd have been distracting to his impulse control, that's for sure.

Dr. Handsy is pulling the first suture in tight when the door to the observation room opens again. Bucky doesn't look up, his eyes locked on a random point on the far wall while he focuses on his breathing. He only looks over when a billowing, maroon pant leg enters his peripheral.

Thanks to a bunch of dead Nazi scientists that used to hide out in the mountains of Russia, Bucky Barnes has a trigger in his brain that is entirely out of his control. One that, when activated by his own interest, lets him process his surroundings in a sliver of the time that it should for a human mind. It is exceptionally helpful in the field. 

Watching Ava Ryder walk in, wearing a suede jumpsuit that mercilessly frames her curves, proves to him that having it in the 30s would have gotten him shot by someone's father. Definitely before he left Brooklyn. Or before he got chased out by several fathers banding together with baseball bats. In the time it takes her hand to come off the door handle and make its way to her hip, his mind goes on one hell of a fucking journey.

He already had more than a vague idea of the shape of her before now; he can't help it. Comes with the territory of doing threat assessment for a living. God knows his eyes have slipped down to her chest on a shameful amount of occasions. Her tits are being held up and pushed together fucking beautifully at the moment. Typically, that would hold all of his attention.

But this is the first unobstructed view of her that he's gotten, thanks to the lab coat being nowhere in sight, and good fucking god. Holy fucking shit. Godfuckingdamn.

She's half turned from him at this angle, so he's only getting a side view. That's more than enough to show off an obscenely rounded ass and the cushy thighs it rests on that are going to haunt his fucking dreams. It's bigger than his hands by a margin that's outright glorious. The mental image of his fingers digging into it, of how it would make her skin dip under the pressure, makes his blood race.

He can't spot the outline of any underwear at first. Then her hand makes contact with the jumpsuit, and his eyes pick up on it. Right there, above the top of her finger, pulled up high over her hipbone. There's a thin band leaving an impression in the fabric. An extraordinarily thin band. There is nothing else in sight.

Pulled between Ava's legs, right at this very moment in time, is a strip of fabric that Bucky's tongue would fit against perfectly. Right under that is a taste he's been catching himself wondering about for two weeks now. One good, long drag of his nose. That's all it would take to push in whatever she's picked out for the day and soak it with that taste. He could get it back out from between her lips with his tongue, pull it to the side with his teeth to give himself room to feast—

Bucky tries to shift his weight as nonchalantly as possible while his brain slows back down. The comeback from tactical analysis is always jarring, with this one being especially so. 

He's the worst kind of bastard. An awful, selfish, perverted sonofabitch. There's not shit he can do to change that. How unfortunate.

"David," Ava greets, the name coming out as tense as the closed smile plastered on her face. "You can put that down."

The other doctor doesn't look up from the work his hands are doing. "That you, Ava? I heard you were—"

"Now."

Bucky's back straightens up as David looks at her nervously, taken aback. Bucky doesn't blame him; he didn't know her voice could get that forceful.

David sort of laughs, which feels like the worst possible choice to Bucky. But, hey, not his call. "What, do you want me to just—"

"I want your hands off my patient right now. I'm not asking." She watches with unwavering intensity as the other doctor lets the needle and thread drop from his hands. She visibly bristles at the patronizing expression on David's face, her head tilting aggressively. Bucky kind of wants to watch her hit him. "I'll be back in less than a minute, sergeant. I need a word outside with Dr. Erikson."

"Take your time," Bucky assures, the tension bleeding out of him already. His ribs are leaking, and there's a piece of doctor floss looped through his skin that he's going to have to cut out of himself tomorrow morning. The immoral evaluation of her outfit that his head threw at him is going to eat him alive. Forever. Especially when he's trying to fall asleep for the foreseeable future. 

All things considered, though, he feels fan-fucking-tastic.

David still looks somewhat shell-shocked, and there's real insult starting to creep into his posture, but the guy doesn't argue. He follows Ava back out of the room, not bothering with a goodbye in Bucky's direction. When the door closes behind them, his super hearing picks up on Ava reaming David about prioritizing patients before ego. She goes into detail about the deep shit he'll be in with her if he keeps ignoring her written orders, long before it ever gets him fired. She tacks on why her anger should scare him a hell of a lot more than the idea of that. Then she instructs him to keep his damn hands off her patients and get back to the intake desk. 

The protective streak makes Bucky's chest feel warm, a half-smile pulling at his lips. She's a handful, alright. One he'd give anything to be brave enough to send flowers to.

Ava is calm, cool, and collected when she leans back in through the doorframe, hanging off it with a soft smile. "Hiya, stranger. I hear you picked a fight in my motherland today."

"I hear it has an arms dealer problem. I wanted to see if I could help." He gestures down at the needle swinging from his ribs without looking at it. "Not all Canadians are as welcoming as you, turns out."

"Eh?" she fires back, hamming up the accent. "Wellll, I'm not about to let a few cranky arms dealers tarnish our reputation. What do you say you push that bandage against your new bragging rights, and we head for my office?"

Licking his bottom lip nervously, he tries to give her a confident smile. "You were busy with something."

"Not too busy for my favorite popsicle." One eyebrow raises sternly. "You are not allowed to tell Steve I'm playing favorites." God, she's cute when she tries to deflect. It's never worked. At least not on him.

"That's—" Shit, where to even find the fucking words for her. "You don't have to do this. Go out of your way like this. I don't mind getting patched up by random medics. Comes with the job."

Her smile turns impish. "That's cool and all, but I mind when people ignore basic ethics just to have a story about stitching up an Avenger. If you need to tell yourself I'm using you as fuel for a workplace pissing contest, go for it. Whatever gets you off that biobed." She leans back, leaving the door open wide behind her. "Come on; I can't stand the way they organize these damn shelves. I wouldn't patch you up in here even if you did pay me. Next time, head for my office first."

Bucky does as she ordered, pushing the surgical towel she packed for him against his side, not minding the sting in the least. He swallows down the point that, by every definition there is, he's not an Avenger. "I'll follow you, doc."

—

"Alright," Wyatt plops his hands down on the glass of the holo, his expression determined. His tight curls bounce with the motion, making their resident gumdrop look adorable, even through the discomfort. "Let's get to dissectin' this cacophony. All in one go, preferably, so I don't feel like yackin' up my lunch two days runnin'."

Ava's head tilts sympathetically. "Oh, honey, tell me you didn't—"

His hand comes up, with his index finger pointed to the ceiling. "Nope. But I got close a couple'a times thinkin' about this." He mutters several things under his breath about creepy Nazi bastards while he pulls up the raw data from Bucky's implants. "All the more reason to get it the hell over with."

"A whole day of digging through coded war crimes," Hannah deadpans quietly, raising a steaming mug to her lips. "I'm glad we get the fun assignments."

"You'd ditch us if we didn't," Ava jokes. She scrolls through the sergeant's file absentmindedly on her tablet, reviewing the vitals added just a few hours ago. He actually came to medical. For something as minor as a field injury. Of his own volition.

"Mmm. I don't know. It's pretty fun watching a brain move like Jell-O. You might have been able to convince me to stick around just for that."

SHIELD's primary system makes a blaring noise of disagreement as Wyatt loads the main file structure. He frowns, looking over at Ava with concern. "Its askin' for administrative override."

"Heeey, that's that thing Tony says I'm not supposed to abuse. That's probably not a good sign." Ava pushes her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and leans over to get a look at the error. "JAR, I'd like some reassurance we're not about to trigger an ancient LoJack if you wouldn't mind advising here."

"There are safeguards in place for importing code with an unknown source," JARVIS reports in. The warning on the screen is dismissed, presumably by him, and a new window comes up. A log of the programming in Bucky's cybernetics going through digital quarantine loads rapidly, with line after line being highlighted in red and labeled HYDRA Suspected. "I will process them for you. One moment."

"We have to clean the Nazi code before we can beat it to death," Hannah mumbles against the rim of her mug. "I think I kind of like that."

"Please, Hannie, I'm hangin' on by the skin'a my teeth here." Scrubbing his hands over his face, Wyatt groans exhaustedly. He drags them down slowly, giving Hannah a pleading look over the tops of his fingers. "You know I'm always here for supportin' you—"

"I'm aware." The ex-marine's clipped tone makes Ava snort and look back down at her tablet. They both know stopping him now isn't going to cut off the word vomit.

Wyatt's hands thunk back down onto the glass. "I'm so proud'a ya, y'know that—" And there's the thickening of the accent.

"I know."

Ava's eyes skim over the list of everything detected in Bucky's wound, locking on the word leather in particular. Today was her first look at his work gear—she's got a feeling he doesn't call it a uniform—in person. It was hard to keep professional in front of six and a half feet of Hi, how are ya? wrapped up in that much heavy black. The sounds that his vest made when he dropped it on the coffee table— Jesus. He's got to be packing enough in there to arm a small country. 

"All's I'm sayin' is that if I have to hear about murder right now, I might actually upchu—"

"Please don't."

Ava's too scared to ask what's in the sergeant's pants for a multitude of reasons. Professionalism is lower on the list than it probably should be. It's a shame, too. He's downright hilarious when he lets himself talk. There's not a doubt in her mind that he'd come up with something unbearably good—and unwaveringly dry—in response to the loaded question.

"A'right then. We're in agreement. No bad thoughts today. We go in like—like excavators, right? With our helmets and our 'lil pickaxes, and we get what we need so we can—" The way he cuts himself off makes Ava look back up in concern. She finds the most horrified expression on Wyatt's face. "That—ah shit, that didn't come out all that right. That was mean, wannit? Insensitive. I'm not tryin' to belittle what the sergeant's been through."

"You weren't belittling anything," Ava assures, reaching out to rub his arm. "I think he'd be the first one to race you to a fossil joke about this."

"You'll tell 'im I'm takin' this serious, won't ya—"

A small chuckle escapes before she can stop it. "Wyatt, sweetheart, it's not like he heard you—"

"You take your pills today, Combs?" Hannah's calm question makes the gumdrop freeze in place. She blows on her coffee, taking a small sip. "If you say you don't remember, I'm going to—"

Wyatt snaps his fingers, his expression shifting to relief. "I didn't, and I remember why, too." He rolls his chair back with a sudden push, aiming for his desk. He reaches out before the chair finishes the trip to grab his patch-covered messenger bag. "One'a the cats got int'a my coat closet; dumbass got stuck on a shelf for reasons I'm still not real clear on." He pops open his medication bottle, tossing a pill into his mouth with a level of dexterity that makes her jealous. "The hollerin' was s'damn loud, I thought the landlord was gonna come knockin'."

"Which one was it?" Ava asks. "Not the new kitten?"

"No, no—Juno's been'a dream. It was Galileo again. I love that furry little bastard, but sometimes he can drive me nutty ." He pauses to take a swig from another glossy vacation mug. Today's is advertising a campground Ava's never heard of that's the best in the Rockies, according to the swirling font. "I got new pictures of Juno if you want 'em, though."

"Yes, please," Ava confirms happily. Holding the teacup-sized ball of fur made her whole month when he last brought Juno in. Hannah ended up hogging most of the cuddle time, but the sound of little meows filling the day had been enough to make up for it.

Wyatt pulls his phone from his back pocket and brings it around to hook up to the holo. The system dings with the sound of a successful transfer after a moment. He loads a collection of new photos, zeroing in on one of Juno clawing her way up a window curtain—

The power to the lab shuts off with a loud, electric click. Everything plunges into darkness with the privacy setting on the glass walls keeping the sun out. It comes back on before Ava can react, the building's primary system switching to the emergency power grid. She and Wyatt lock eyes in panic.

"Oooh man, boss, did I just—"

"I'm sure you didn't," Ava comforts, trying to push down her own panic. It helps that she's heard Tony rambling about the work he's put into making this place indestructible. "JAR?" 

There's no response from the AI. She trades another nervous glace with Wyatt.

"I know it was probably the Nazi shit, but I'm hoping it was the cats," Hannah says, sounding sincere. "I feel like that'll make a much better story."

"Oh my god, did I break JAR?" Wyatt looks between them frantically. "How often does he back up his servers? Did I kill'a piece'a JAR?!"

"I have not been murdered," the AI confirms after nearly a minute of being gone. "The safeguards reported a false positive regarding the programming of Sergeant Barnes' cybernetics. It has been handled."

Ava gives the hologram wall of code a warry look. "Handled by you?" There's a suspicion building in her gut around his phrasing, one that she's not planning on letting out of her teeth. 

"Mr. Stark has a protocol in place that cuts off my servers in the event of any irregular activity. Given the nature of the programming's origin, the system is designed to er on the side of caution."

"That's a really fancy way of dancing around the point, JAR." She's trying to stay civil about this. It's not an easy venture, and she's pretty sure it's not translating at all. Even she can hear the frustration in her voice. "How about we cut the shit, and you tell me what the false positive was."

"There are automated routines running for Sergeant Barnes' implants. They are not harmful; I've taken the liberty of checking them personally now that they've been cleared through quarantine. I am creating a stable update to forward to—"

"How long have they not been harmful, JARVIS?"

Hannah sits up from her relaxed position at the avoidance of their favorite nickname for the AI. Wyatt's brows pull in nervously, his eyes never leaving Ava. They both know exactly what she's digging at.

There's a long hesitation from JARVIS. Short by normal social standards but an eternity for a sentience with quantum processors. "There is not currently a risk posed within the Sergeant's—"

Ava's out of her chair and halfway to the door before he even finishes the omission. Fueled by some of the most intense rage she's ever felt in her life, she marches out on swift feet. She's going to kill him. She's going to string him up—maybe hang him off the side of the tower.

America's fucking Sweetheart, her ass. America's Doomed Liar is a lot more like it.

"Where is he," Ava nearly growls, still stalking down the halls, leaving the medical wing in a hurry. "JARVIS, I know you're still listening; you tell me where that puffed-up, hypocritical—oooh , you tell me where Rogers is right the fuck now. And then you tell me where Stark is—"

"Dr. Ryder, I know you're not inclined to believe this at the moment, but I assure you—"

"You're right; I'm not inclined to do that at all." She takes a deep breath as she passes through the front entrance, slowing herself to a stop. With genuine effort, she pushes down her anger. "I don't want to keep yelling at you. I don't like doing it in the first place. If you don't want to tell me where they are, I'll find them myself."

Ava heads for the elevator to do just that. She's not expecting a response as she pounds the side of her fist against the button for the Datacrux's floor. It's likely to be her best bet to find any of them. There's not a chance in hell that she's letting her team dedicate any more time to this until she gets some fucking explanations.

Halfway along the ride up, the light around the button goes dim. A flash of anger rises in her until she sees the one for the executive level illuminate. 

"Mr. Stark is not currently in the tower, but you will find Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes debriefing in the Situation Room," JARVIS informs her over the elevator's intercom, making the SHEILD agents around her pretend not to look over. She's tempted to ask them if it's the outfit.

"Thank you, JAR," she offers as an olive branch. Regardless of what's truly going on here, she doubts the AI is all that comfortable with the subject.

"You're welcome, Ava."

She's only been to this part of the tower once before. Tony dragged her up to the Avenger's balcony for a party after her divorce was first finalized. That's about the extent of her experience with this section. It's not hard to find her way with everything denoted like it is in the rest of the building.

The palm of her hand smacks against the door marked Situation Room, and she shoves it open aggressively. Both super soldiers, the Falcon, Black Widow, and a scattered group of SHIELD agents stare back at her in surprise. It doesn't slow her down any.

Ava points an irate finger at Steve in the uneasy silence of the room. "Unless New York just caught fire, you and I are about to have a very blunt conversation, captain."

"Hiya, doc." Bucky, unsurprisingly, is the only one in the room smiling at her while she glares daggers at Captain America. He's still in his not-uniform. There's still blood on it. The charm he's throwing her way reminds her that they won't want an audience. 

"I'm going to ask the rest of you to leave," she continues, but her eyes stay on the sergeant as her finger lowers. "I don't think you'll want to be here for this, Bucky."

"What makes you think I don't wanna watch you beat up my best friend?" He leans back in his chair, his hands coming up to rest on his stomach as his smile deepens.

"Can I stay?" Sam asks, his voice eager. It's a damn shame this is how she gets to meet him. She doubts the Falcon has any clue about unethical research.

"Come on," Natasha insists with a serene nod in Ava's direction, grabbing Sam's shirt to drag him up from his chair. "You heard her."

"I—hey!" Steve looks so insulted as he watches his friends and various coworkers abandon him with zero hesitation. "You're just gonna—I don't even know what I did!"

"Neither do I, but I am very ready to hear about it," Bucky assures Ava, not an increasingly distressed Steve.

Ava taps her foot impatiently as the room clears out, leaving her alone with the super soldiers. She ignores the nerves radiating off of one of them and focuses on the one that looks delighted. "I'm serious. This is about your case. Specifically, the work HYDRA was trying to finish."

The mirth leaves Bucky almost entirely. His posture doesn't adjust from its reclined position. "Alright. Tell me what's got you livid about it."

"Steve here made me a promise that was broken in my lab a few minutes ago."

Steve's eyebrows pull in with confusion. "Which promise? Wait—a few minutes ago—Is this about that blackout? Ava, catch me up here; what the hell is—"

"You swore to me that the intention of HYDRA—at least where Bucky's case is concerned—was to make an army of super soldiers, nothing more." She's letting him process this one step at a time. It'll make yelling at him for lying a lot easier. That, and she's honestly worried the technophobe doesn't understand the gravity of the situation.

"I—" Steve hesitates, and she watches the switch to tactical assessment come over him. It's startling to see it directed at her from a face that isn't Bucky's. "As far as I know, that was the intention."

"Yeah? You're sure about that? You're sure you're not omitting something pretty fucking important to my job, Steven?"

"JARVIS, what was the blackout?" Bucky questions at half the volume he started at when she first came in.

Ava points at the sergeant insistently. "See? I'm guessing he doesn't even know, but he's sure as hell already on the right track."

"There was an incident regarding the coding found in your implants, Sergeant Barnes. It has been handled. I have prepared an update to their systems whenever you're ready to undergo a transfer."

"As your doctor, I'm ordering it. We can go back to my office after I'm finished ripping your friend a new asshole for lying to my face." Her eyebrows lower at Bucky in indignation. She's doing this for him, but that doesn't mean she's going to let him off the hook if he knew. "We should probably figure out if I need to do the same to you before we get there."

"Hey, hang on now." Steve raises one hand, likely to try to calm her, but changes his mind and puts it back under the table. She's guessing someone's finally clued in the out-of-time man about that practice making women want to throw something. At his head. "We might not always be able to talk about classified information—something you agreed to, I might add—but I've never lied about HYDRA's intent as far as I comprehend it. I've been very careful to hold up that end of our deal."

"Let me tell you how I know, for a fact, that someone involved in this case is doing a piss-poor job of lying to me about it. Since you haven't quite figured out modern tech, I'm going to try to keep it simple." Ava points a far less aggressive, more instructing finger at Bucky's arm. "In order for that hunk of metal to work, it needs to be programmed. The hardware needs software that can tell it how to read brain signals. A few decades ago, some Nazis sat in a room and wrote a bunch of code for that software. That's what was supposed to be in Bucky's implants. That's all that was supposed to be in Bucky's implants."

"Wait—what the hell else is in them?" The flicker of fear that creeps into Bucky's expression breaks her heart. There's not a doubt in her mind that he could sell her on any lie he wants to with his mind set on it. That's the point of infiltrators like him. 

But Ava's willing to bet everything she's got in this world that the fear in him at the moment is genuine. He doesn't know. And it makes her feel awful.

"Given the size of your implants, I'm guessing not much," she tries to reassure. "We can always purge whatever is there later. However, if the code were as simple as 'read this signal, do this thing,' it wouldn't have been flagged as untouchable by Tony's security measures. The ones put in specifically to prevent JARVIS from being corrupted." She crosses her arms over her chest in exasperation, her eyes moving to one of the small security cameras on the ceiling. "Would you like to explain to the captain what kind of code it would take to accomplish that, JARVIS?"

There's another human-length moment of hesitation from the AI in response. "It would take adapting code."

"The part he's holding back—definitely because he's under orders not to break SHIELD protocol—is that something has to be driving the adaptation. There is such a thing as self-adapting code; that would absolutely explain it. If we weren't talking about something made in the 40s when HYDRA needed entire warehouses just to house a few terabytes of data." She glances over at Bucky. "While I'm sure the agents you scare the piss out of would disagree, your head isn't actually big enough to hold that much."

"You flirtin' with me to stop the panic or to apologize for not being Canadian for a minute?"

Ava blinks in surprise, the slightest hint of heat coming up the sides of her neck. That—she hadn't been—well. Steve's head turns to him, his eyebrows raising in mild shock.

Bucky clears his throat, then tries for a quiet chuckle, his eyes floating between her and the table. "Sorry—it's this damn room. Puts me in sergeant mode, makes me—let's get back to yelling at Steve."

"Thanks, asshole, I appreciate—"

"What makes you think I won't yell at you just because I'm Canadian?" Ava counters, finally recovering. "You trying to stereotype me, Barnes?"

The relief that comes off of Bucky is palpable. "I'd go for the hippie thing first if I was trying to do that."

"Didn't you sleep through the McCarthy era?"

"HYDRA gave me the long and short of it between naps."

Her hand flies up to her face to block a loud snort. Damn him, this is serious. But she's not about to begrudge him the gallows humor. She lowers it again while he smirks at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to make an angry but valid point here."

"About a bunch of code that my head isn't big enough for," he continues for her dryly, one hand coming off his stomach to gesture up at it.

Ava sighs, the amusement from getting sidetracked by the Brooklyn heartstopper fading fast. "Not big enough by the standards of the 40s. By today's standards?" Her head tilts to the side sadly, readying herself to watch that fear in him get more substantial. "You tell me, Buck. Did the Nazis work in the mindset of single projects, or did they work in the mindset of generations that would lead a global empire?"

The words are the last piece to complete the puzzle in Bucky's mind; Ava can see it happen in his eyes. The expression of horror it yanks out of him will haunt her for the rest of her days. "Zola." 

It's said in a whisper, and Ava's not even sure what the word is. 

It takes Steve longer to reach whatever conclusion Buckys come to, and he looks resistant to the idea at first. "No, that's... no—Buck, you've been to what's left. You know what it took—"

"That's the point she's making, stupid. Look at how small everything's gotten." He stops, and Ava doesn't miss the sight of a hard swallow. "It makes sense. Think about it. It makes sense. They took care of the car until they could find an engine that fit. I was the prototype. Or—was going to be, at least."

The comparison—the one he's using on himself—is revolting. Accurate, but astoundingly revolting. She pushes past it, leaning down to tap a condescending nail on the table. "Hi, there. Still here. Still looking for some answers. What the hell is Zola?"

With Steve watching him like a hawk, Bucky breathes a long, tired sigh. "Not what. Who." 

"I can fill her in," Steve offers to him quickly. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not doing shit. She's going to do it all." Bucky locks eyes with Ava, his expression passive. Having the Winter Soldier himself that focused in on her makes her breath catch involuntarily. "How's your Russian, doc?"

"I don't speak a word of it. Do I need to for this?"

"No, I'm sure you've got plenty of ways to translate anything you feel like reading. You should look up doveryai, no proveryai while you're at it." He leans forward, resting his arms on the table. His eyes never once move away from hers. "JARVIS, transfer a copy of my archive access to Dr. Ryder. Full permissions. And the next time she asks you a hard question, you don't have to bullshit her. Tell her to call me."

—

April 6th, 2015

"I want you to bring me with you next time."

"No."

"Is that a no because you do not agree or because you are afraid of mother?"

"Both."

Shuri frowns at the security feed, ignoring the quiet laughter she can hear coming from Nakia on the other end. "Coward."

The camera mounted on T'Challa's dashboard shakes as he turns it back to his face, his expression annoyed. "Say that to my—"

"Coward."

T'Challa rolls his eyes and turns the camera back around as Nakia laughs harder. He will be mopey now, for sure. "I am not taking you to stare at a soldier's office with us."

"Why not?"

"To start with, I refuse to be trapped in a car with you for that amount of time."

"You should be so lucky! Now, what is the real reason."

"What part of royal family do you not—"

"You get to go to these things."

"And when you leave your lab long enough to learn to use the spears of your foremothers, that privilege can extend to you."

"Okoye is always ready to teach you, Shuri," Nakia offers up diplomatically. 

"I do not need a spear to sit in a car annoying my brother," Shuri argues. They always do this to her. She is tired of it.

"You do not need to sit in a car annoying your bother at all." The moping has already started. She can hear it in T'Challa's voice.

"Fine. I will go to Ava's house and stay there while—"

"No."

Shuri slams her hands down on her desk, making the various instruments on it rattle precariously. "She is my family, too!"

There's silence on the other end in the wake of her anger. Then the camera turns again, this time by Nakia's hand. She doesn't stop the spin until it's pointed to show her and T'Challa. He does not look as annoyed anymore. He looks guilty.

Nakia gives her a sympathetic smile. "No one is trying to take that from you. We are only trying to keep you safe. We do not know how far Alec is willing to take things."

"And I am not willing to present the man with more temptations of power," T'Challa adds, the guilt on his face shifting to resignation. "It is not simply because I am afraid of our mother. I agree with her. And with our father. Alec Harlow is a man that is losing everything. That is a powerful motivator, Shuri."

"I am not afraid of that spineless demon," Shuri insists angrily. "I could handle him myself, thank you very much."

"Half the school children in Wakanda could," Nakia mocks under her breath.

She gets a stern look from T'Challa before he focuses it on Shuri. "It is not his strength we are concerned with. It is the allies he can call upon at any time. Men with strength and resources that we do not wish to deal with."

Some of the fight leaves her. Not much, but it does ebb. Her brother might be an idiot, but he is right about this. Ava would not be this afraid for no reason. She has been trying to disguise it when Nakia brings her for visits, which is how Shuri knows it is serious.

"I hate that man, brother." The word is far too inadequate. The contempt she holds for the worm who put fear in the heart of her favorite mad scientist feels immeasurable.

"As do I. As do we all." T'Challa smiles at her finally, his face softening. "I promise to bring you to hit him if he is ever arrested. That is when I will deem it safe enough."

"How many times?" she chases after quickly. "Can I bring a weapon?"

"You can bring exactly one weapon. Can you guess what it is?" The smile turns sarcastic as he reaches out and turns the camera back around to face Alec's office window. 

"I do not need a spear to break that man."

"No, you need it so I can stop being lectured by Okoye for enabling your avoidance of tradition."

"That will not help. She wishes for me to sit through her lessons. I would just bring the spear to hit him over the head with."

Nakia laughs, the sound light and soothing. "I am surprised you did not go straight for the idea of skewering him."

Tilting her head down at her desk, Shuri hesitates. She picks up the ridiculous coffee mug Ava got her, spinning it around in her hands with somber movements. 

Ava's last visit had been especially hard to stomach. The woman had looked so... empty as she talked about the start of the divorce. There had been no vengeful joy in her as she told Shuri's father she understood the gravity of the situation. No hard-won victory in her posture. There had only been grief and shame.

Shuri sighs, turning away from the screen to head for her lab's kitchen. She is going to fill the mug with one of the teas that Ava brings her. It will be a nice change from the energy drinks she has been binging. "No. I... I do not wish the man dead. I only wish to see him locked away somewhere he can never smile again."

—author end notes—

there’s one sentence in this chapter that is 14 words long (including contractions) that is the entire foundation of their incoming dom/sub and oh my g o d when i tell you that shit was cathartic to write 😫🤌 some day when this is finished, im gonna write a whole goddamn dissertation on that one sentence and all the narrative shit that tied into it in this fic so help me (YOURE ALLOWED TO GUESS BTW)

anyways, everyone is alive in wakanda bc i said so. and nakia and t’challa are really stupid uber mega important to ava’s backstory

i feel like we’ve all, as a species, Been Through Enough. you can talk my ear off abt anything, but dont talk to me abt the opening of wakanda forever i will Literally Die, i havent cried that hard over the first watch of a movie in so fucking long and i dont think im strong enough for a second. all i ever need for binging is winter soldier and black panther anyhow (FATWS is still growing on me and i only like it so far bc im a sambucky shipper. and a stucky shipper. and a 3 musketeer shipper. and a—i like making buckaroo be in love a lot. lets just. leave it at that). we can stop with the big owies thanks. let me escape to the fictional world where everyone is alive and Nothing Hurts, t h a n k s.

well. okay. some things are gonna hurt in this. probably really super bad too and youre gonna be really really mad at me when it hits. but like. theyre set up for comfort pay off so does it even really count??? i didnt think so, ty for agreeing 😌

ily 💖 tyty for reading 💞 and tyty in advance for yelling at me when i eventually hurt u ❤️🥰 i will understand, its okay, u are entitled to the emotional compensation on that one

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Are you named after anyone?

Oh yeah, I was named after a french random woman my dad met at a meeting at his work, my dad was so fond of that name that he decided stick it on me.

When was the last time you've cried?

(Warning | Daddy Issues)

From what I can remember it happened on 2021, I was moving to Guatemala and I had to buy some masks due to the profession that I chose requires it. So to keep the story short, my parents and I went through a nasty argument (yeah the 3 of us) and my dad was so bitter to take me to the pharmacy and started to degrade me during the whole trip, saying that me and my mom are the worst thing on his life, how we are wasting his money on medical issues and blah blah blah. Disappointment and anger filled on me, I couldn't contained myself, I broke down in front of him for the first time. My dad being an ass started to compare me to my mom saying, "Stop being a crybaby, you're just like your mom!" I looked up at him and asked if he ever made his sons cry, he immediately and without a doubt said no and that where I bawled my eyes out, "Then why do you always make me cry???"

Yeah my dad is huge asshole, plus he has a lover and three sons living in the same town as we. Fuck you, dad.

Do you have kids?

No, but I have my cat Bon bon, does that count?

Do you use sarcasm?

Lmao I was born AND raised with sarcasm

What's the first thing you notice about people?

WHY ARE THEY NOT WEARING MASKSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

What's your eye color?

Brown UwU (ugh)

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

I prefer happy endings, I wanna see my fav characters live a happy life overcoming their trauma.

Any special talents?

Ah yes, I was very good at playing the violin, I can nurse a poor animal and human back to health and I'm very good at drawing.

Where were you born?

I was born in Cancun, Mexico (Lol don't bother searching for me there since I no longer live there since 2007)🥴

What are your hobbies?

Baking, cooking, drawing, writing fanfics and original stories, do a little gardening and playing video games.

Have you any pets?

Yeah I can a pet cat named Bonnie. She's named after one of my mom's pet rabbit. We adopted her from an animal shelter last year, poor thing she was a nervous mess but now she's a healthy loving lil cat. When my friend Lee came for a visit and met Bon bon, I expected her to scram out of fear but that never happened, she just purred at their touch when they pet her head, gosh, you have no idea how happy I was. That's were I knew that my baby was no longer afraid anymore.😭😭😭😭

Here she is💖

What sports do you play/have played?

Nah, I don't like doing sports.🙄🤚

How tall are you?

5'7 😈😈😈

Favorite subject in school?

Ooooh I truly enjoy history class, it's the assassin's creed's fault for making a sucker for history😫also I enjoy literature, I was always a bookworm eating out a whole book in just one day skksksks

Dream Job???

To become a veterinarian😩Gosh I love animals and I have a pure talent in caring for them, nursing is a wonderful profession but I want to expand my knowledge, when I finish my career I WILL study to become a vet!

Gosh I hope these ppl who I'm gonna tag is still active 😅

@leediddis @tiredcatsblog @pumpkinpowder @sin1039

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @tc-doherty to share my answers. Thank you for the tag!

Are you named after anyone?  Not that I know of…

When was the last time you cried?  It was on February 8th of this year.  Because of some work stuff.  Sometimes my job is hard lol.

Do you have kids?  No.  But I hope to adopt one day.

Do you use sarcasm?  All the time.  Some might say too much.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Good question.  Probably general demeanor and basic politeness/manors.

What’s your eye color? Hazel :)

Scary movies or happy endings? Are these two mutually exclusive?  What if I like both? ;-;

Any special talents?  Ummmm… no.

Where were you born? Pennsylvania, USA.

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, music, videogames, photography, and I’ve recently taken up origami, too!

Have you any pets? Not anymore :( my beagle, Chase, passed away last January.

What sports do you play/have played? I haven’t played anything officially since high school, but I used to play basketball and softball.  And I played flag football and soccer for one or two seasons, too.

How tall are you? 5ft. 3in.

Favorite subject in school? Honestly, this always depended on my teachers.  But generally, it was English or history or both.  I also greatly enjoyed my sociology and macro social work classes when I got to college.

Dream job? Idk, man.  A job that would let me dismantle the mental health system in America from the ground up :)

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