#but what am I gonna do give one of my characters the sniffles? Make him a nightly mouth-breather?? nah get tf outta here

[i-am-moss-the-boss]

Sharing miseries and personal mishaps with your characters is all fun and games (and can be a very potent method to inject realism in your writing!) until you get some silly affliction that does nothing for the narrative and is therefore a useless addition.

For example, I got the idea for one of my characters to be shot on the shoulder because I pulled a scapula muscle so hard I damn near dislocated my upper rib and I was processing that agony for weeks. One of my lieutenants limps a bit on the same side that I have a bad knee (that causes me to walk oddly on bad days) and I worked it into the story because he was injured during his service in the Napoleonic Wars. My captain, who is in his fifties and has lived a hard life on the open ocean, moves a bit more slowly and gingerly because that's how I feel with my spinal disability that impacts my daily life. All reflections of my own very real, very lived experiences--that make sense narratively, and are therefore worthwhile inclusions!

BUT I can’t curse anyone with my chronic sinusitis! What are those guys (that I invented) even there for if I can’t “woe! rebound congestion be upon ye” one of them?

[kokomyass]

JJK Characters ☆ That time of the month...

JJK x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, crack

featuring: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

synopsis: in which, the jjk men are out buying you supplies for your period, some with more experience that others....

notes!: in sukuna's part, he is true form and has like a kinda palace thing going on yk....

a/n: thought of this idea, liked it and wrote it!!! I hope you enjoy 💜🍇💜🍇

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Gojo

"Heyyy babe....so about those pads you wanted me to buy....you kinda failed to tell me that there are pads for every colour of the fucking rainbow!"

You had to use all your will power in you to not start laughing at Satoru through the phone, which would consequently lead him to hold a grudge.

"Satoru, I told you to get the ultra maxi pads with wings, remember? How difficult is that?" you nagged as you heard a frustrated groan through the phone.

"Well which colour is that? Cause there's no way I'm reading allat-"

"Gojo!!" you didn't usually call him by his first name it was an easy way to show your annoyance.

"Okay sorry!! Well, Y/N, there are like 5 different ultra maxi pads! How the hell am I meant to know which-"

"Satoru, with wings."

You heard the line go silent as you heard rustling assuming he had picked the pad up.

"So...um I found it....I'm gonna get myself out of this aisle because thanks to you I embarrassed myself in front of all these experienced women."

All you can do is giggle at Gojo's dramatic ass.

Nanami

You hear the door to your house open as you lay in bed curled over from the pain your cramps are giving you.

You hear your husbands soft footstep approach your bed as you open your eyes slightly to see him bent over cupping your face careful not to wake you up to violently.

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling?" you hear his deep, smooth voice whisper out.

"Well...I feel like shit, but now that your here I wanna cuddle with you. It'll make me feel better."

Nanami chuckles as he sat on the bed, extending his arm out to let you cuddle with him.

"Just to let you know, I went out to buy some night and day pads, tampons just in case your in the mood to use them and your favourite snacks to keep you going. They are all here if you need." Nanami said, as he gently brushed your hair as he felt you squeeze tighter.

Nanami looked down as he heard sniffling later realising you were crying after looking down at your face.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I miss something?" Nanami's heart dropped.

"No, the absolute opposite. You always get everything right. Nanami, have I ever told you how madly I am in love with you?"

"Frequently."

Geto

You had sent Geto out to do some period shopping and by that you meant shopping for pads/tampons and snacks.

When you were on your period, you were EXTREMELY snappy and emotional. This time of the month was one Geto feared all the time. One small thing could make you flip out.

"Hey babe! I'm home!"

You were sat on the couch wrapped in blankets as you watched TV.

"I got your stuff babe, snacks, pads and all..." Geto placed a kiss on your head before sitting next you. You took the bag from him searching for your favourite sweets.

"Thank yo-...Where are my skittles, Geto?"

Geto's heart dropped. He had completely forgotten to buy that and he regretted his life choices, but it was too late because you had already started crying.

"Ughh, I really wanted those skittles...why do you always forget Geto!" you sobbed angrily as Geto pulled you apologising profusely.

"I'll go out and buy more baby....I'm sorry...."

"NO. I WON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" you shouted at Geto as you stood up angrily walking to you bedroom as Geto sighed letting his head fall back on the couch, choosing to let you come to him in your own time.

Time Skip

You had guiltily shuffled out of the bedroom and sat next to Geto leaning into him as he let out a sigh of relief.

"So, you feeling better??"

"Yeah, sorry babe....I overreacted. My favourite sweet isn't even skittles..."

Toji

"So babe, what size is your pussy again?"

Toji was a man with no shame and clearly no brain. He went out to get pads for you forgetting to ask what type you needed.

"Wh- Toji!! How many people are in that aisle!?" You heard Toji chuckle at your very valid question, given what he had just said.

"Princess, listen, that doesn't matter right now. Just tell me your fucking pussy size."

Before you could scold Toji and maybe educate him you heard another woman's voice through the phone.

"Um sir, just to let you know you are rather loud...and pad sizes are based on the amount of flow not-"

"Did I ask?" Toji spat.

The woman's mouth shut as she spluttered trying to say something back before Toji diverted his attention back to you.

"There is like ultra large....do you want that cause I know how big-"

"Toji don't you dare finish that sentence. Just get me large ones please...and for the record it is based on your flow, so you had no right shut that poor woman down like that."

"I call it what I want to call it, and that's pussy size."

Choso

You currently had a stuttering Choso on the phone who was clearly pretending he wasn't embarrassed.

You had sent him out to get some snacks, hinting that it was your time of the month but you didn't ask him to get pads or tampons fearing it would be too much for him to handle.

"So....um...Y/N, do you....erm do you want me-"

"Choso, baby, please spit it out." you giggled at how flustered he was as it wasn't a common occurrence.

"Do you need...pads...?" he whispered the last bit so you could barely hear.

"What was that?"

"...pads...." you had made out that he said pads.

You let out a loud laughter that could be heard through the phone, shown by the fact Choso was hushing you.

"Y/N, stop laughing! Yes or no? If yes, what type?" you could tell he was trying to be vague.

"Choso you are so cute, yes I would like some please can I have some night pads? I have enough days ones."

"Okay! I got this....okay see you and love you!!" he cut the phone after chanting to himself that he had the power to pick one product off an aisle.

All you could do was chuckle and feel warm at how much he cared for you...even if it was embarrassing for him....

Sukuna

You were giving Sukuna his daily massage in his throne room despite your cramps from your period. You didn't want to tell Sukuna that you were on your period because whenever you did he became a bit too overprotective in a murderous way....

However the cramps were unbearable.

"My Lord...May I be seated?" Sukuna's head whipped around and looked up and down your body before nodding slightly, tapping his leg indicating for you to sit there.

You sat down on Sukuna's crossed legs resting your head on his broad chest as you sighed squinting your eyes at the pain.

Two of Sukuna's arms were wrapped around your waist whilst the other two were on the floor. He tighten his grip on your waist as if he knew you were experiencing pain.

Suddenly a sharp knock was heard at the door.

"You may enter." Sukuna's gruff voice sounded out.

"I have the pads and tampons and foods you requested, Lord Sukuna." Uraume entered with a box placing them at your feet. Leaving promptly.

"It is your time of the month, is it not?"

You eyes widened as you looked back at him to see him looking down at you.

"Y-Yes my lord...how did you know?"

"I keep track in my own manner." you didn't even bother to ask how that was.

You knew Sukuna wasn't exactly the loving type, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, my Lord!" he places one of his hands on your back not saying a word just letting out a huff. After a while he mumbles out.

"It's alright woman...."

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a/n: I hope that was good and all those true form sukuna fans out there hmu 😜

love you!! 🍇💜🍇💜

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"We can't thank you enough," your mother clasps her hands together, "are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?"

"I gotta get back," Walter huffs, hooking his thumbs in his jeans pockets, "but I'll be back in the morning."

"You will?" You mom bats her lashes in surprise as you glance over from peeling potatoes.

"Yep," he nods as he looks around, meeting your gaze briefly before turning his attention back to your mother, "gonna help the kid with planting."

"What? You can't-- Walter, we... we could never pay you back," she fans herself.

"I'm not asking for anything," he shrugs, "I kinda owe Pat. He's always been good to me."

"Oh my gosh, and he will appreciate it so much," she touches her cheeks as her voice cracks, "we really can't afford to turn away help but you will be stayin' for dinner. It's the least we can do."

"Yes, ma'am," he answers, "but you don't work yourself too hard. You gotta make sure to get Pat back on his feet before you worry about me."

"Oh," she sniffles and dabs her nose with her knuckle, "I'm so sorry, it's been such a difficult week."

"Ma," you come around and offer her a paper towel from the role, your own eyes stinging.

"Anyways, I...I'll go now," Walter says stringently.

"Thank you," you eke out as you hug your mother and she buries her face in your shoulder.

He nods at you as he passes, continuing into the hallway. You rock your mother and crane to watch him go, his broad shoulders stretching the cotton henley. He peeks into the front room as he stops to get his boots on, staring in at your dad, still blank in his recliner.

You tear your eyes away as your mom pulls back and wipes her cheeks, "uh, I'm a mess."

"It's alright, ma," you assure.

"I hope so," she murmurs as her throat tightens, "I really do."

🌾

As promised, Walter returns early the next morning. You're in the kitchen putting on a pot of coffee as you hear his truck. You leave the percolator to boil as you sweep down the hall, yawning into the crook of your elbow as you near the front door.

You open in and stand inside the screen, watching his headlights fade as he shuts off the engine. He steps out, grabbing a beaten metal lunch pail out behind him. It hangs from a thick leather strap; you wonder if he takes it down to the mill for his shifts.

"Morning," he comes up the steps, "Timothy up?"

"He's getting there," you say evasively, "you want some coffee?"

"Brought my own," he shows the thermos strapped to the top of the lunch pail.

"Hm, well, why don't you come in while you wait? Tim will be up soon, I'm sure."

"I don't mind," he says.

"I hate to leave you out here," you insist, "ma's upstairs with dad," you explain, "pretty quiet in here. Not used to that."

"Mm," he grumbles and bows his head. He grabs the screen door as he steps forward, catching it as you retreat ahead of him.

He enters and you scurry back to the kitchen as you hear the percolator thrumming, the lid shaking noisily. You take out a cup for yourself and one for Timothy. Walter enters and you turn to him as he looks around placidly.

"You're right. It's quiet," he agrees.

You give a shaky smile and go to the fridge. You take out the packet of bacon wrapped in brown paper and put it on the counter.

"I'm making breakfast. Ma and dad will be hungry. You like bacon or sausage?" You ask.

He considers you. You face him, awaiting his answer. He watches you, his expression hard to read.

"You don't have to worry about me," he states.

"I'm not worried, I'm just... offering," you placate.

His blue eyes make you nervous as they bore into you. Like everything else he does, he watches you with intent. What it is, you don't know.

He hums and nods, as if agreeing with something you said. You arch a brow curiously as he tilts his head and drops his eyes to the counter. He steps up to the island and puts his pail down.

"I'll do the eggs," he says.

"Oh, please, sir--"

"Walt," he intones.

"Walt, sorry," you squirm. There's something different about him. He's just as steely as ever but much more... there. You always felt like he didn't see you before.

"No sorries," he waves you off and goes to the fridge, opening the door and searching until he sees the eggs. "You seem like the sunny side up type."

"I do?" You wonder as he plucks out eggs one at a time.

"I think so," he says softly, a grit in his throat.

"Hm," you scrunch your lips up, "I don't mind it. I usually have french toast. That's how I liked my eggs."

"Not really eggs..."

"There's eggs on the bread," you argue, "and cinnamon, and a little icing sugar."

He scoffs and his cheek dimples. It's as close to a smile as you've ever seen from him. He places the eggs on the counter before he goes back for more.

"What about you? How do you like your eggs?" You ask before the tension can grow stifling.

"I take two hard-boiled eggs to work. A slice of rye, carrots, cashews, and dried berries. For lunch, I have ham and cheese. Most days, I miss lunch. Too busy."

He speaks matter-of-factly. He does seem like a man of routine. You never thought very much about what he did beyond his visits, but it makes sense.

"I usually forget lunch too," you grin, "but I make up for it at dinner."

He snorts again, setting down another handful of eggs. "I'll do some scrambled," he rolls one aside on its own, "and some french toast for you."

"Oh, M-Walt," you stammer, "that's--"

"I like to keep busy. Keeps me focused," he says sternly.

"Oh, uh, okay," you relent, "I'll... go get Timothy," you look at the clock, "he said he'd be up ten minutes ago."

"His own fault if he doesn't have time to eat," Walter tuts. "Grown man."

"Sure is," you agree as you breeze around the counter, "be right back."

You get to the door before he responds, "I'll be here, sweetheart."

You're in the hall before you register what he said. You falter and stop at the bottom step before you can ascend the stairs. You look back to the kitchen, staring at Walter's shoulders as he cracks eggs into a bowl.

Sweetheart... you don't think you've ever heard a morsel of affection from the man. He didn't even laugh at your father's jokes. Well, there is a lot going on. He's just being nice because your dad's sick.

[mggsv]

As You Are

gn!reader x spencer reid (fluff)(angst)

summary: you and Spencer spend his final day together..and you make it his absolute best

warnings: character death

“Good morning love.” You smile at Spencer’s figure lying in bed. He smiled back at you with the slight nod of his head, arms reaching up to motion for a hug. You sit the bags in your hands down by the chair you usually slept in when you visited, and ran over to hug him. You tucked your face into his head full of curls and smiled. “Everything good Spence?” You look down at him and he nodded.

“Okay- well i have a few things planned for today mister so I hope you’re ready.” You shimmy over to the bags and grab the one with mcdonald’s in it, “I asked the doctors if it was okay…we haven’t shared a frappe in forever so i got us one and chicken mcgriddles!” He smiles- and you just wanted to tear up at the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that good sweetheart?” You take a sip of your frappe.” He nods. It was hard for Spencer to eat properly, but drinking was fine so you didn’t worry much with the drink, still you had the doctor process the food for him for the feeding tube.

After breakfast you grab another bag. “Okay- So that puzzle we started in..June? I think- I finished it last night. I didn’t sleep until it was done.” You pull out the glued puzzle of 1,000 pieces you and Spencer started at the beginning of that year, it was halfway finished for the second time before Spencer’s mishap. You’ve always told him you’d finish it every time he started it over for you- it was more difficult for you than your genius of a boyfriend.

He stared at it in awe before clapping. “I did good?” you giggle, he nods. “It’s a gift- one of them.” He traces the glued puzzle piece while you roamed the bags. You rub the tears from your eyes as you searched for something else. They didn’t seem important enough for him- not on this day.. you swallowed thickly as you turned back to him with a picture frame, he already had a small collection of them going on, on the bedside table for many things you’ve done together, together.

“um…” you had to clear your throat at the sudden rasp in it, “this is something i’ve been holding for a long time now- i was going to give it to you on your birthday but December works too huh?” you chuckle. You didn’t miss the way he stared at you with those eyes..those puppy dog eyes you’ve always adored. Those profiler eyes that knew something was wrong. And you didn’t miss how heavy they looked, how tired Spencer really was. How he desperately wanted to let go..but held on enough to see you again.

“Remember that wedding we went to and didn’t take any pictures? My friend found one of us.” you flip it over, it’s the both of you arm-in-arm dancing. It’s clear as day as you remember the moment. He was nervous being around so many people and you wanted to go home, so you danced together all cuddled up. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face. “I know…it’s very late- and i don’t have many good gifts. I wanna make today a good day, y-you know?” You sniffled.

But when he stared up at you with those eyes you knew he was hurting. You knew he couldn’t hang on much longer. “Oh Spence…” You sobbed. holding the picture close to you. “What am i gonna do..” He opened his arms to you, a small smile on his face. You immediately went for it, a hug from Spencer was your remedy to anything, and after today you won’t feel it ever again. Sobbing into his arms.. missing the way his eyes closed as tears fell down his cheeks as well. You wanted to hear his voice.. but that too, was long gone.

[p0k3m0n-catch3r]

I'm not sure if it is within the rules, but I would beg on my knees for some fluff between a gn(or even male) reader that leads to Levi purring

Platonic would be brilliant but even romantic is fine

Just give some soft attention to the snek boy until his anxiety is extinguished, please

Nobody gives Levi enough love

A Senstive Spot on Levi

Leviathan and Gn!MC

Can be seen as a romantic relationship, not specified

(Levi does have autistic traits in this)

Being dragged into RAD was probably the worst thing to happen today. Levi had to deal with a meeting right after too! Not to mention the fact that all his brothers shared at least two classes with you and he only had one! He was stuck alone and couldn’t even have his music since Lucifer took it away. It was hell for him!

Classes sucked, they were extremely boring and loud, and the only time it was slightly interesting was in 6th period, which was Potions Class with you. By that time though, he was ready to give up and cry. What’s up with demons trying to talk to him when he wanted to be alone?! Plus the succubi and incubi being loud throughout the entire day.

When the meeting finally happens, Levi looks extremely tired and ready to go home. That quickly ended with a glare from Lucifer though…

Walking back with Levi was a bit weird, he avoids any topics and doesn’t really bother talking to you. Since this extremely out of character, you decide that Levi needs a break! You guys get back home and you leave him be for a bit, and after roughly an hour you come back to his room.

Before you can even knock you can hear small sniffling and hiccups from his room… And him loudly talking to his little friend.

“H-Henry 2.0…!! C-Can you believe what happened today.?? Lucifer is so horrible… *hic* I hate RAD..!!”

Huh. When’s the last time he cried? Well for something reasonable. Not about an anime or a figurine. Not important to you anyway! You knock and you can hear Levi panic a bit, you can hear him moving around the room, probably cleaning up his face to try and get rid of any hint of him crying. Poor him, he doesn’t even realize how loud he was…

“Wh- H-hold on! You guys always come at the worst times…”

After a minute of him trying to make things better and ultimately failing, since you’ve heard him fall and panic even more at least 3 times so far. He finally opens the door and you aren’t sure if he feels better you’re there or if he’s panicking even more.

“…I- Uhm..Do you need something..??”

“Are you gonna let me in or not? I wanna see if you’re okay.”

“I am okay!! i just- i.. just fell, thats all.”

“And cried?? You’ve been through a war im not that stupid.” You walk in and close the door. “Gonna explain why you seemed weird today?”

“Wh- Im not!-“

“Liar.” Grabbing Levis arm, you move him away from the door and you sit down on his gaming chair. “I can see anything going on yknow? You and your brothers gave me that power after doing the most insane shit behing my back.”

“…J-just… School.. RAD just sucks.. Its so loud and i hate it!!”

“…Was that so hard”

“Actually it was. Shut up”

You sigh and point to his bathtub bed, which to this day think is incredibly stupid. Whatever though, if it stops him from falling of beds and hurting himself, you guess its fine.

“..Why are you-“

“Lay down. If it works with your brothers, it’ll work with you.

“…I don’t think i should-“

“Who cares? Lay down and ill make ya feel better.” You get up, clearly tired of his bullshit and you sit on his bed, which you can see some tear marks on his body pillow. Tossing the pillow to the chair, you pat the space next to you.

“Hey my-…ohhhh…” His pale face flushes a bit with a beautiful color of light pink, then sighs and sits next to you. His face flushes into a deeper pink when you lay back and move his head onto your shoulder, scratching his head being gentle with him.

“Feeling better?” You ask after a minute, he nods with his eyes closed, his face still the same shade from a minute ago… He turns into his demon form, and you guess that its just because its more comfortable. Being careful not to accidentally touch his horns, you move to a spot behind the horns and play with his fluffy hair there.

By the time hes asleep, which is just a few seconds after playing his hair, you can hear a small sound.. A deep sound, which freaks you out for a second until you realize it’s extremely similar to a cats purr. Just… extremely more deeper, at least an octave down.

You love Levi a lot, but you have to record this. You pull out your D.D.D and start recording. Lets just hope Levi doesn’t wake up…

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Number 40 with firefighter chris

Thank you for sending in an ask! I always love daydreaming about these two and I love how we now have a scenario for both of them!

Burnin' Up: Sleeping Beauty - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

Summary: When you get too deep into your work and start refusing to get some rest Chris takes measures into his own hands

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Language! Super Tired and Grumpy Reader! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

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Sleeping Beauty

Chris was standing behind the couch with his hands on his hips as he let out a long sigh. One that went completely unnoticed by you but that didn’t surprise him, he knew you could get a bit blinkered when it came to working.

You had been working on an assault case that had potential links to Organised Crime meaning you had to go about solving it differently if you wanted to take down the whole gang.

Chris genuinely did not mind when you had to bring work home, he understood that it happens sometimes. Like how he can sometimes have to be on call and have to leave with little warning. What was bothering him right now was the fact that you were clearly overworking yourself.

As soon as he picked you up he could see how tired you were, practically melting into the car seat, your eyes half shut the entire drive to his place. You were constantly yawning or stretching and shaking your head in an attempt to wake up.

He had managed to stop you from working long enough to have dinner and he was hoping that you would then call it a night but you just walked back to the couch and started working again. Every attempt he made to try and get you to just relax failed and he was starting to get irritated.

“Babe I think you should give that a rest now” he finally said, hoping being blunt would work and wouldn’t backfire.

“Chris I’m so close or at least I think I am,” you say shaking your head, not even bothering to look over your shoulder at him.

“Sweetheart you’ve been at this all day, your brain is gonna be fried” Chris reasons as he moves around the couch to stand in front of you.

“My brain is perfectly fine” you huff glancing up at him, giving him the perfect view of your tired eyes.

“Y/N I can see how tired you are if you keep overworking yourself you’re gonna make yourself sick” he argues shaking his head with a concerned sigh.

“No I’m not, Chris I’m fine just drop it” you state looking back down at your work with a quiet sniffle telling Chris it might be too late to stop you from getting sick.

“Babe you need sleep” Chris argues.

“No, I don’t. I’m fine” you retort refusing to look up at him.

Chris has lost all his patience at this point so desperate times called for desperate measures.

“I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep,” Chris states crossing his arms over his chest.

You look back at up him, eyes narrowed “I’d like to see you try” you challenge.

Chris lets out a small huff as he shakes his head, god you could be so stubborn. But he wasn’t going to back down, so he swiped the work out of your hands.

“What the fuck Chris give it back!” You complain standing up from the couch and following after him as he moves to put it on the top shelf of the bookcase, out of your reach.

“Nope, you’ll get it back in the morning, right now you’re going to bed” he states turning back around to face you before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What the hell Chris! Put me down! I’m fine!” You screech trying to push yourself free but that only made Chris hold on tighter.

“Nope, we’re going to bed and you’ll be able to work again in the morning with a fresh head,” he says as he turns off the TV, switches off the lights and makes sure all the doors were locked all while you were squirming in his hold “pack it in, you’re gonna make me drop you” he scolds giving your ass a light slap.

“You seriously did not just slap my ass” you gasp.

“I did, and I’ll do it again if you keep misbehaving” he warns as he carries you up the stairs.

“I’m not a child” you huff.

Chris scoffs quietly “oh really? Cause you’re damn well acting like an over-tired toddler” he retorts.

“You’re such an ass Christopher” you grumble but thankfully Chris could feel you giving up the fight.

Once he reached the ensuite he put you back down on solid ground “can I trust you to brush your teeth and get ready for bed without trying to sneak out?” He asks hands on his hips.

You don’t say anything, just narrow your eyes at him before turning to face the sink and start getting ready for bed. Chris lets out a small sigh of relief as he moves to get ready himself.

Soon enough the both of you were climbing into bed, you more hesitantly than Chris. Nevertheless, you got in and shuffled closer to him so you could rest your head on his chest, but you still let out a long and loud huff to show you were still weren’t pleased about being forced to bed.

“Babe, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t burn yourself out,” Chris says softly, not liking the idea of you falling asleep grumpy with him.

“I know” you grumble, making him chuckle lightly.

“You know what I’d bet good money that when you start work tomorrow after a good night's sleep you’ll crack the case” Chris promises.

You raise your head to look at him, eyes narrowing “what kinda money are you thinking? Are you willing to bet Dodger on that?” You question.

“Well Dodger is practically half yours already, but how about 100 bucks” Chris offers.

“Deal,” you say holding your hand up for a handshake.

Chris chuckles shaking your hand before pulling it up to his lips for a kiss “now get some rest sleeping beauty”

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11- any character headcanons?

SO MANY but I'll be here all day if I list them all. I'll just list a couple for everyone:

siffrin - he needs mobility aids post game! all that craft in act 5 did a number on them, even if they're at a higher level. sometimes when walking gets to be a bit too much, isa will carry him. mirabelle has offered a couple times too but their similar heights can make it a bit difficult, even if she's capable of lifting them mirabelle - the stimmerrrrrrr... she tries to mask her stimming a lot by keeping her hands together all the time, but once she starts opening up around the others she gets her flaps out!! her and sif are hand flappers, and her and isa like to go back and forth with vocal stims! ding ding! isabeau - if you've read my fic you know I'm giving this man freckles. I am not immune to the freckles + redhead isa propaganda. obvious thoughts aside though I think isa would be a really REALLY talented artist. he sketches sif a lot...no reason why!!!! odile - "I might be nonbinary but I have a job so I don't really care right now" yknow. do you get it. jokes aside I'm gonna throw in a sad headcanon and say that, after the whole northern island thing, odile uses her book to write little quirks or facts about the people she cares about just in case she ever forgets them. there are lots of notes about the party in there (that would later get transferred into their own shared familytale post game!) bonnie - we all know their love language is food. but also what if they collect little objects to give to people! nille has A Lot of seashells on a shelf cause bonnie would bring her so many. they slip a cool looking rock in frin's pocket. they give za a weird looking leaf. dile wakes up to a pile of different feathers by her belongings. belle gets broken pieces of toys they find in town. YOU get an object! and YOU get an object!! cause they think they're cool! loop - loop...loop my best friend loop.....sniffles.. they either join the party post game (maybe after a little bit of alone time) and learn to realize they are just as loved as they were before even if this isn't their party, OR they find a DIFFERENT party and find a new family to call their own and finally grow to move on from what they've lost (as long as they meet up with sif and his family every so often for shenanigans and funnies!!). also as much as I love human loop designs those will never be canon in my heart I'm sorry but loop Not being human anymore and needing to learn to accept that is a big part of their character to me. I fucking love human loop designs though they are everything to me

14- favorite character portrait(s)?

one of these things is not like the other--

and I SWEAR I'm not biased with these two. I'm not. I'm NOT---

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey~ I want to request another school PTSD and also share a bit of my experience when I was in Uni. Reader who forgot to take care of themselves because they are busy with studying and assignments, causing the RoR characters worried because sometimes they forget to eat for a few days. They then find reader crying in frustration and anger because the people in her group assignment didn't do their part and forced it on them. And yes, this is based on my experience, the different is I have to swallow my pain and exhaustion because I am on my own.

Nice to see that times have not changed since I was in school. I remember getting all the work thrown onto me for group projects all the time. I got to a point that I would request to work alone, if I was going to do all the work myself anyway. I’m sorry that people are this lazy and cruel, especially for group projects, I remember that when I was in school, each member was responsible for a certain part and if their part wasn’t done, the whole project got dinged. My sweet revenge that happened to me after being ghosted by my partners in a final exam project will be portrayed below. If you are able to, and if you have proof, like messages, show them to your professor to prove that your group mates were trying to force all the work onto you, and you shouldn’t be penalized for them not doing their own work. They’re adults, time for them to start acting like one, as the real world doesn’t work like that, and they’ll find themselves out of jobs, money, and live miserable lives. Stay strong my sweet Anon, I’m here if you want to talk.

-Your jaw clenched as your teeth grinded together, staring at your phone, hot tears of rage welling up inside of your eyes as you read the message in your group text of your fellow partners in your final exam project.

-You had gotten to the point of nagging them, needing their parts to complete your own, as your final grade depended on this project, being worth a full letter grade.

-Since you had other exams and one other project to prepare for, you got your part done as quickly as possible, but you needed the parts of the other three members of your group to finish.

-Every single one of them had been ghosting you, telling you that they would get to it when they could, not responding and leaving you on read, until today, when all three of them basically told you if you wanted this project done so badly, you could do it.

-The tears quickly spilled over as you slammed your phone down onto your desk and stood sharply, but the room spun, only for a moment before you paused, trying to remember the last time you ate anything.

-You go downstairs, not realizing you were skulking, trying to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you walk into the kitchen.

-Lu Bu was there, eating a carrot and he froze, seeing your tears and almost instantly you could see the rage inside of him, “What happened?”

-You sniffle, trying to form words as he approached before you step closer and wrap your arms around his midsection, making him freeze as you hug him tightly.

-His eyes glance to either side, as he wasn’t the best with comforting others, hoping someone would come by to help.

-His prayer was answered when Buddha and Hermes entered, seeing the scene, you crying and hugging Lu Bu, and Lu Bu panicking on what to do.

-Buddha approached, putting his hand on your head and you turned, seeing him and he could see that you were exhausted, tears running down your face, and to be honest, you didn’t look that great, “Y/N, when’s the last time you ate something?” you couldn’t answer him, giving them your answer in your silence before you stepped away from Lu Bu, “Gonna make some ramen noodles then get back to work, since nobody else is going to do it!” you voice rose in tone, showing your anger as you went to the pantry.

-As soon as the ramen cup was in your hand, Hermes slapped it out of your hand, not hurting you before he pointed at the table, “You sit down right now, I’ll make you something more substantial than ramen. Take a break, Y/N.”

-You wanted to argue but Lu Bu’s hands on your hips, picking you up like you were a rag doll before sitting you down on one of the empty chairs was a quick veto of any argument.

-Buddha sat next to you, having grabbed a wet washcloth and wiped your cheeks, which you did have to admit felt good before he spoke, “Now then, what happened? Who’s not going what?”

-You explain about the huge project and how your partners are either ghosting you or trying to force all of their work onto you, but you have several other projects and exams to study for and they were quick to realize, from overworking yourself, the stress these idiots were putting on you, and not eating for at least a full day if not more, everything was coming out all at once.

-You broke down into tears again, burying your face into you hands as your shoulders started to shake from the sobs. Buddha had to quickly try to calm you down, as you started to hyperventilate and hiccups started to escape you.

-Ten minutes later you were attacking a thick BLT sandwich, made with extra bacon, showing how hungry you really were while the three men offered their own opinions.

-You froze, hearing Lu Bu’s idea of letting them burn, he meant it literally, but you take it how you want as your eyes sparkled, “That’s it! I’m going to watch them burn!!” as you said this, you had stood up, arms raised to the roof, and your eyes burning like they were made out of flames as Lu Bu grinned but the other two shared a look, only half afraid that you were going to something that involved arson.

-After getting a bowl of ice cream you headed back upstairs, laughing manically the whole way.

-Hermes asked Buddha to hide the matches, just to be on the safe side.

-Two days later, your revenge was served deliciously cold, you had a skip in your step when you came into the kitchen, having just arrived home, seeing Hermes, Lu Bu and Buddha there.

-Buddha grinned at your glee, “You seem happy, something good happen?” you turn on him with stars in your eyes, “Oh yes! It was glorious!!”

-You sat down after grabbing a water bottle, an almost evil grin on your face, “Before class I went to my professor with my part of the project as well as print outs of all the messages from my partners. She said that my portion was done beautifully and that she would grade my part alone, as my final project. When it came time to present, I presented my portion only and my partners were expecting me to have done theirs too, but I didn’t do diddly shit!”

-They didn’t scold you on your language, Lu Bu actually ruffled your hair, proud of you, before you continued, “When my professor asked for their parts they tried to come up with excuses before she showed them the messages that I gave to her, which pissed them off royally, before she told them that for our group, we were all being graded separately for our individual parts, and not a group!”

-Hermes couldn’t help but grin, hearing what you did and he patted your head, “Brilliant, you used their own words against them! How many more do you have to do now?”

-You relaxed in your chair, a sigh leaving you, “Just the history exam tomorrow and I’m done for the next two and a half months!”

-Buddha stood with a grin, “This sounds like a reason for a celebration! Want to go out for barbeque?” He grinned, seeing both Lu Bu’s and your eyes sparkle as Hermes agreed and the four of you left to go and gorge yourself on all you can eat barbeque to celebrate your ice cold vengeance.

-On your way, you ask Hermes, “Do you know where all the matches went? I wanted to light a candle during my bath last night and I couldn’t find any.” Hermes and Buddha flinched, sending each other a look while Lu Bu grinned before question marks were flying around your head, wondering what was up.

[isabelldrabbles]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

———

You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

-------

‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

[baeshijima]

so. um. haha.

:D

2.5 general story spoilers utc !!

first off. THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD QUEST??? it made me tear up a few times *cough* basically all scenes with jiaoqiu *cough* and??? goodness.

i do really like how we got more lore abt the past (high-cloud quintet my beloved tragedy.... sniffle sob sob sniffle...) and like,,, the first mention of good intention in the image below jing yuan was talking abt was probably referencing when dan feng and yingxing did that whole vidyadhara transfusion thing to try and resurrect baiheng only for it to backfire

;w;

bUT ALSO ??? HELLO ???

ik i posted abt this already but like,,, u mean to tell me lingshas mentor forcibly made dan heng regain his memories, being the whole reason he couldnt separate himself from the past for basically his entire life and having to live with the sins he himself did not commit, having to carry that burden without knowing nor understanding why, constantly followed by the shadow of his past (also blade. he followed him too.) when all the other vidydhara couldnt remember their previous lives because they were not supposed to; the rebirth is to start anew and yet he was not given the choice for that.....

sob dan heng..... the more we get to know u the more i literally cry for u bc what the fyuch

aND NOW JIAOQIU MY PRECIOUS BABY I AM SOSJKFD RAAAAAHH AS I UNLEASH MY INNER ALPHA WOLF SHIRT TEARING IMAGE WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE

the light in his eyes being non-existent when he doesnt understand why those he saved went back just to die and questioning his purpose vs the light coming back after finding it again and understanding that their deaths were not meaningless...

he just wanted to save everyone he could, only for them to die right after and not understanding why they would foolishly run back into death just when they escaped it while beating himself up over yet another death he couldnt prevent, and then coming to terms with the fact that was their version of what they believed to be true virtue and righteousness, fighting for what they believed in even if it killed them.

and his deprecating laugh (at least in cn voice over. idk abt the other languages) from [everything i'm doing now... even your death has value...] because he was fully prepared to die and have the last laugh knowing hoolay would go down with him from the poison...

make the pain stop....

stop it... ur life isnt insignificant... ur life has meaning...

stop.... him losing his vision as a result of the poison when he was fully prepared to die for the cause of hoolays death ;w;; ourghg a moze just solemnly watching over jiaoqiu but he didnt know until he spoke bc he couldnt see him 😭😭 istg if we dont have a continuance or smth where we heal jiaoqius eyes i am going to explode 🧍‍♀️

on another slightly more lighthearted note, I AM???? SO UNWELL?????

YANQING MY SON???? no bc i fr was wondering how tf jingliu was gonna be on the luofu just to fight hoolay bc she wasnt even on the luofu, but it ended up being yanqing remembering jinglius advice/sword art right before hoolay could kill him and resembled her so much in that moment, to the point hoolay himself thought he was facing against jingliu??? the previous sword champion???? the only one who could subdue him?????

okay. but like. despite him being a literal killer and enslaved foxians and stuff, i actually did like his character quite a bit in the sense that he does give respect where it is due, and acknowledges the strengths and weaknesses of both himself and his foes. he acknowledged and commended jiaoqiu on his tenacity (also cursing him out a lot when we fought him like damn calm down on the obsession),he gave acknowledgement and respect to feixiao, even saying she was the only one suited to take over for him, he gave respect to yanqing for besting him and accepting his loss. well. until the whole crimson moon fiasco. but thats next :D

okay. now feixiao.

loved loved LOVED all of the cutscenes she was in so much like genuinely all of her cutscenes gave me chills and were so well done !! the one where she used yukongs bow and arrow to eliminate basically all the borisin in aurum alley... my god that was hot... (the drawback from the curse wasnt, but we ignore that ahhah)

AND THIS ONE !!!!

LIKE ??? the execution in this whole cutscene was so good. just when we thought we were done with hoolay, he basically tears his heart out for the destruction of the starsplitter with feixiao using her spirit to consume it, which basically meant she was hoolay/hoolay was her for a little... and then the trio fighting controlled feixiao... and her slumping from exhaustion when she defeated hoolay in her conscience... ourgh....

no but she is such a cool character and i loved the progression of her background reveal and her morals + virtues + beliefs as well as hoolay exposing her fears and seeing that one of her worst ones was losing control to the crimson moon curse and (unintentionally) betraying everyone :(

AND THE WHOLE "you are me just as i am you, we are one in the same" PARALLELS COILS FOILS RAAAHH???

gosh and then when he used her /real/ name as well from when she was a war slave.... when the characters are enemies but have more resemblance to one another than they do with their own allies/companions, meaning they understand each other better than how their own people do... ohh this trope.... it gets me every time...

feixiao even tho u literally used up all 26k jades and 50 warp tickets for e0 s1, meaning i have to scrap all the currency i can get for sunday and pray he is nice to me, i am glad i got u <33

also these were so silly 😭 us and bailu being dramatic over march bc she left her camera out on the bench while going to the toilet and then yunli just being a menace as per usual ;w;

but. uhm.

haha. jing yuan u are looking beautiful as always i am glad i got to see and hear u several times this quest <33

buy. uhm. again.

WHAT. luocha and jingliu mention... meeting with marshal hua (it should have been me... i should have met marshal hua...)... LUOCHA HAVING A FRAGMENT OF THE PROPOGATIONS DIVINE BODY IN HIS COFFIN???? THEM TEAMING UP WITH RUAN MEI??? HELLO WHAT PLS EXPLAIN HSR DEVS?????

aND HELLO THIS IS SO CRAZY TO DROP RIGHT AT THE END???

TINGYUN COMEBACK??? AS IN REAL TINGYUN??? MAYBE???? OR IF ITS RUAN MEI THEN MAYBE ITS SOME RESURRECTION/REINCARNATION KINDA THING???

but also

theres no way i got this on the loading screen right after. foreshadow?? new swarm disaster bc propogation comeback with ruan mei + maybe tingyun???

anyway. yeah. wow. awooga. no words. i have used them all.

actually, i havent yet.

if evil/morally grey, why super pretty? (also the fact dan hengs one cutscene was just a 5 second clip of him impaling taoran with his spear was so 😭😭)

ok. words are no more now. ty for reading.

[waterfallofspace]

45 and 50, anything with F/rancis Fitzgerald. That man is so ridiculous. Also I'm on mobile, otherwise I would put these all in a single ask- so sorry for the multiple messages 😅😅 these are just so fun

No need for apologies, I'm having the best time filling these!! And yet again, thank you for the ask!!! I'm really enjoying the variety of characters I wouldn't normally write for!! It's such a fun challenge to me, and hopefully the results are adequate~~ (also, I adored your spellings for him in that ADORABLE comic you made, ~link here for anyone who wants to go check out Poni's incredible talent~ so I hope you don't mind that I based my own spelling off them~~) 1.5k words, prompts 45 and 50, story under the cut!! 45. “Your nose is literally twitching.” 50. “You sneezed ten times today.” “Thanks for counting.”

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From the moment Louisa got to the office, she could tell something was wrong with her boss. His normally chipper personality seemed to be a performance this morning, complete with exaggerated smiles and strained tones. Despite this, it wasn’t her place to speak up. At least… she didn’t think it was.

But as the next ten minutes seem to take hours to pass, filled with suppressed coughing and thinly veiled sniffling from Francis, eventually she can’t take it anymore. As he finishes up his latest cluster of sneezes, she finds herself rising to her feet, and calling out.

“You sneezed ten times today, sir…”

Francis turns to her, tissues still pressed to his nose, sniffling weakly into them before attempting ‘and failing-’ to subtly clear his throat. 

“Thank you for counting.” 

A flash of heat makes itself at home in her cheeks as she feels her gaze start slipping back down to her papers. ‘No! Come on, Louisa, Mr. Fitzgerald needs you to speak up. He’s obviously not feeling well, but he cares about the mission, and about us, enough to try to work through it. I need to show him it’s okay to be sick!’

“I’ve been here for 20 minutes, sir.” 

“I noticed that, yes. Punctual as usual, Miss Louisa!” 

“M- Mr. Fitzgerald, I… I don’t think you’re understand-”

“hehHhh-! ‘Scuse me, do continue.”

“Oh right, yes, I was just saying I don’t think you’re quite understanding what I’m…”

She trails off as his face contorts once more, nose scrunching up as he seems to attempt to keep his eyes focused on her, despite the obvious tickle working its way through his sinuses. ‘Always so caring of my feelings. I’ll just wait for a minute, give him a chance to-’ 

“hH’YEHMMffshhhh’iee-! heHh-! yyiiffshhh’ieew-! heh’yitSHHH’iie-!”

“Blessings, sir. Three times over.”

“Thank you, Miss Louisa. Please excuse me, you were saying something?” 

Louisa weighs her options, watching Francis rub a finger roughly against the side of his nose. It becomes quite apparent that it’s not squashing the tickle, in fact, given the rapidly pinkening quality of said appendage, she’d wager it’s making it worse. ‘I could straight out say that I know he’s sick… but… he’s gotta know that I can tell… he’s not exactly great at hiding it… so maybe it’s not my place…’

“N- nothing. I was just wondering if uh… if you needed a new plan drawn up…?” 

“How wonderful of you to offer! I believe I am quite content with the ones you’ve already presen… presented- huhh’yiMMff’shhiee-!”

“Bless you, Mr. Fitzgerald.”

“Thank you again.”

Gesturing at her papers, Louisa waits for a nod from Francis before seating herself once more, eyes never leaving her boss’s quivering nose. ‘He’s not gonna be able to keep this up for long. The sneezes sound exhausting… I wonder if he has a headache… or a sore throat… maybe I should make him some tea…?’ 

“hEh’eeiiyyfff’hieew-! Excuse me.”  

“Blessings.”

“Thank you, Miss Louisa.” 

Starting to stand, Louisa watches as Francis ducks into himself with a strangled cough that is still clearly audible in the silent room. As it dies down he lifts a tissue to lightly dab at the wetness that had gathered in his eyes. Louisa feels a pain shoot through her chest, wishing more than anything she could just wrap him up in a blanket and send him home.

Instead, she settles on brewing a cup of tea, throwing blessings over her shoulder as Francis succumbs to another fit. ‘Maybe if I bless each one he’ll get the hint that I know something’s wrong…? It’s worth a shot, pointing out the number earlier didn’t work and… just speaking up… I’m not sure I could do that…’ 

“Eiiiyyiifffff’ieee-!” 

“Bless you.”

“heH’YYIFFFSHHH’iiew-!” 

“Blessings.” 

“aiyyMMFFFsshh’iiee-!”

“Bless you, sir.” 

“Th- thann… thankyou- yiTTSHHHffffieew-!”

“Blessings, again.” 

With a heady sniff, Francis manages to stall off the fit long enough to release a wet blow into the tissues, Louisa wincing at the way it seemed to have achieved nothing. Another chesty cough spills out, Francis turning away from her to try and muffle it into his arm. 

“Are you alright..?”

“P- perfectly fine- just something- stuck in my throat.” 

He manages to get out between the spasms, finally giving up with an eye roll as he allows the full harshness to slip out. Louisa can’t help but gasp at the sound, a faint rattling starting up as he inhales, a whistle note on the exhale. She finds herself behind his chair before she has time to process, gently rubbing his back.

“Exc- excuse me…”

Finally the cough eases, and Louisa notices just a second too late that her hand continued rubbing. Pulling away as a flush spreads to her ears, she mumbles an apology, one that Francis easily waves off.

“You have nothing to apologize for, you were simply assisting. I appreciate it. I appreciate you, Miss Louisa.” 

“Th- thank you, sir. That means… a lot…” 

A warm smile greets her, no performance in this one, just sincerity. She feels something swell deep inside her, a feeling she could only describe as home. It’s quickly replaced by something tinged with more concern though, as the smile is replaced by an open mouth, Francis’s eyes starting to flutter shut.

“hAHhh..-! Guhh.. ‘Scuse me, sorry, I thought I wa- oh wait… I am… s- sorry I have… I’m going to start… sn- sneezing again… heHhH-!” 

“I know, Mr. Fitzgerald.”

“hh’YYYITshhhiee-!”

“Blessings again, s-”

“eiiyyttfffshhh’iuh-yyiishhhmmmffff’ii-!” 

“Bless you twice over. Are you… finished..?” 

Francis meets her eyes, a far off look still haunting his own. Louisa finds herself drawn to it, unable to look away. Something curious inside her wants to dive into the feeling, get swept away in his tide. She’s drawn back into reality as his eyes crush shut, tissues pressed back to his nose as the remainder of the fit makes itself known. 

“yiieeddzshhhiiee-!” 

“Blessi-” 

“heH’YIESHHdjjuu-!”

“ings- and again. Are you quite alright?” 

Another deep blow into the tissues leaves Francis blushing, Louisa averting her eyes at the sight. ‘I want him to feel better, not to embarrass him… but… if that’s what it takes…’ Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the kettle, and she quickly busies herself with preparing the tea. Dropping an extra squeeze of lemon into it, she silently glides over, placing the cup of tea pointedly on his desk, and standing in front of his chair. 

“M- Miss Louisa..? Is there s-heHhh-! something I can help you with?” 

“Yes, actually, there is.”

Louisa doesn’t miss the distress in his gaze, though it takes her a second to place why it’s there. She notices the way his hand keeps finding its way up to his nose, pinching at it and rubbing the sides. His eyes dart past her, onto the desk, and following his line of sight she soon understands why. ‘I’m standing between him and the tissues. He’s going to have to admit he’s sick to get me to move, this is my chance!’ 

“W- well..? heHh-! gahh…” 

“I know you’re sick, Mr. Francis. Y- you should just admit it, it’s not doing you any good to stay here working when you’re ill.” 

He gives her a measured look, something sparkling in his eyes that she can’t quite seem to put her finger on. ‘Pride..? But it… feels more… more genuine… maybe… care..?’ 

“I assure you, I’m fine.” 

“Your nose is literally twitching.” 

It seems all he needed was a reminder to break the will he’d been so desperately clinging to, a gasp breaking free from his chest before he could stop it. Louisa offers him a kind smile, a hint of guilt seeping into it at the frantic look on his face.

“Okay, alright, you caught me, now please move, I… Ihavetosneeze-!”

“As you request, sir.”

She steps to the side as Francis lunges for the tissues, barely managing to press a handful to his face before the cascade of sneezes push their way out, impatient and quite irritated at being denied for so long. 

“yiiFFDJZSHII-! eiiyyDJJZSsshh’uu-!”

“Blessings, twice over, sir.”

“AIYYEMMFF’iee-! hEhH-! hEPF-! Guhh… Lost it. Oh- wait… hEh-! yiffttshhiieew-! yittshhh-aiiyyshhh-heH’YITTSHH’iie-!"

"Ble-"

"yIIDJZZshhiie-! Oh heavens… heHh-! Still n- not done..? yiisshhh’iie-! yyittfffshhh-yittshhh-aiiyyshhh’iuh-!” 

“Oh my- blessings again sir, I… lost count…”

Francis chuckles weakly through the tissues, congestion seeping through his voice as he manages a weak- 

“So did I, think nothing of it.”

-in response, before ducking into the pile of tissues to blow again. This time it sounds more productive, and Louisa lifts the mug from the desk, presenting it to him as he lets out a stuffy sigh, tossing the tissues into the garbage.

“Now… may I take over with business matters while you go lay down, at least for awhile..?”

“There’s no need, I’ve finished most of my work for the day. Thanks to your excellent plan, there’s simply no extra work needing to get done. A nap sounds wonderful, I believe I’ll do that. Thank you again, Miss Louisa. You’re truly too kind to me.”  “It- it’s nothing sir… I know you’d do the same for me.”

A smile cracks across Francis’s face, Louisa feeling a matching one bloom on her own.

“Yes, I would.”

[thesunshineriptide]

Twisted Wonderland Whumptober

October 5th - hypothermia - Kalim

characters: kalim, azul, jade, floyd, yuu, grim

cw// spoilers for chapter 4, water, hypothermia, whump, one session therapy

The feeling of betrayal honestly hurt more than the rough landing directly into the near-frozen sand at the edge of Scarabia. Years upon years of trusting someone, only to find out that they hate you will always sting more than a serrated knife to the back.

The sand puffed up around them as the little group hit the ground, and while the merfolk seemed to recover quickly, the humans of the group took a little time.

“Sea Otter?” Kalim heard a voice gently say, with a prod to his side, “You alive?”

“‘M okay.” Kalim said quietly, finally shifting to sit up.

Floyd was hovering beside him, crouched down and leaning over to catch his eyes. He looked…genuinely worried, actually. His hald moon eyes were mournful, lips pointed into a light frown. Floyd wrapped one arm around Kalim’s back, helping him sit as he reoriented himself. “You hit the ground kinda hard. Does anything feel broken or wobbly?”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Jade asked and- wait, when did he get over here? He was flanking Kalim’s other side, holding up three fingers. He, too, looked worried, though it was less plain to see than on his twin’s face.

“Three.” Kalim said, wiping his eyes with the heel of his palms. He found they were wet, and unfortunately extremely cold.

Jade nodded - not that Kalim could really see, he was not focused on the sand in his eyes - and Floyd began to tug Kalim to his feet, softly shushing his protestations.

“You’re alright, Sea Otter, we’ve got you.”

“Jamil hates me.” He whimpered, beginning to cry again, “He overblotted and its my fault, I should have…”

“It’s seriously cold out here, it’s like we’re under the ice floes.” Floyd commented, rubbing at his arms. He turned to look at Azul, who nodded slightly in agreement.

“Grim is a ball of fur, and we merfolk have some innate cold resistance, but…” Azul began. The scarabia housewarden began to shiver against the cold, his dorm uniform doing nothing to protect him. Short sleeves weren’t meant for freezing temperatures after all. He turned to find the Prefect in the same condition, and frowned. “I fear Yuu and Kalim will not last long in this cold.” 

“We don’t have any brooms or carpets to fly out on. What does that leave us for options?” Jade asked, a slight bitter note to his voice. He took off his scarf, gently draping it around Kalim, who was softly weeping.

“It’s a slog, but walkin’s our only way back.” Floyd grumbled.

“We spent quite a while in flight before we landed. It could take hours - possibly days - to trudge back on foot.” Azul pointed out, watching their companions with a keen eye. He removed his glasses and gently cleaned some condensation from the temperature changes from them, frowning.

“Jamil…I trusted you…” Kalim whispered, his tears leaving bright red streaks down his cold cheeks.

“You cryin’, little Sea Otter? Your tears are gonna freeze over, y’know.” Floyd gently prodded, pulling Kalim closer for warmth, a little pat on his shoulders in an attempt at comfort. 

“It’s all my fault. I drove Jamil to the brink without even realizing it.” He sniffled and wiped at his nose with the back of his hand. “The real Jamil would never do such things! He’s a good guy, he’s always helping me, giving me a shoulder to lean on, and-”

“Isn’t that attitude what drove him to the brink to begin with?” Yuu asked, interrupting him, an unimpressed look on their face.

“What?” Kalim asked, freezing to stare at them.

Grim let out a noise like he was being strangled, as he said, “Hoo boy, Yuu, you really go for the jugular sometimes.”

“I’m with little Shrimpy on this one.” Floyd admitted, “Sea Otter, you’re like…TOO nice. It’s kinda…grating.”

“Huh? Is it?” Kalim asked, looking genuinely surprised. He recoiled away from Floyd for a moment to catch his expression. He was mournfully serious, and it only served to make Kalim feel worse.

“Yes,” Jade spoke up, “If I were betrayed by someone the way you were…” He paused, looking down at Kalim, face set in a smile but eyes reading completely different, “I’d lash out with a torrent of unmitigated verbal abuse to break them down mentally, then bind them and drag them beneath the waves.” He smiled, a little bit more toothy, “Perhaps you should try something like that? As the way that you blame yourself and try to excuse his behavior is, quite frankly, a tad galling.”

“Galling? Really?” Kalim asked, voice wavering between upset and angered, “But, I mean, Jamil would never betray me. Ever.”

“Uh, newsflash, he did.” Floyd pointed out, tilting his head. “In fact, he was gonna make you out to be the bad guy and get you expelled. He’s an enormous Douchebag.”

“When it comes to underhanded ploys, Azul at his worst couldn't hold a candle to that.” Jade said, keen eyes watching Kalim. The poor boy hadnt stopped shaking, and it came to the point that Jade went to Azul and took his decorative coat, draping it around Kalim in an attempt to starve off the cold. Kalim was rapidly going from warm pink to pale-ish grey, which was not at all comforting. 

“...know. It’s okay to hold your head high and denounce him for the traitor that he is.” Jade had said, though Kalim felt like it was underwater for a moment. 

“You carry yourself like a goody-two-shoes, laughing off conflict with a flippant word or two. To twisted individuals like myself and Jamil- ah, I mean, to calculating individuals, those remarks are like barbs digging under our skin.” Azul adjusted his glasses, watching the panic rise on Kalim’s face as he continued, “I’d say you’ve been pushing Jamil since your formative years. Though, it’s not your fault in the least, of course. You were born into a very high social class. As showered as you were with affection from your family and everyone around you, you grew up with honesty and integrity. An upbringing like that would make anyone take certain things for granted.”

“That’s…not much of a compliment.” Yuu said.

“I would argue that in Kalim’s case, it might simply be a case of a naturally innocent disposition.” Jade added on, frowning slightly.

“Oh…” Kalim said softly, lips taking on a tint of periwinkle, “So Jamil is…bad?”

“Extremely.” Yuu said, shivering rather hard themself. They had bitten down on their cheek, forcing themself to muddle through it.

“In that case, I’d better get back fast!” Kalim said with newfound determination. He did his classic pose, fist clenched and all. He began to feel warm again, chalking it up to the coat and scarf around his neck, “I must punch him and yell ‘traitor!’ I owe him that much.”

“That, and we need to bring him to his senses fast. If we don’t, his life will be in danger.” Azul agreed. He covered his face with his hand, though it was clear there was a burning emotion eating at him. Guilt? Fear? Sadness? “We have to get back before his magic reserves run dry.”

“That puts us right back to where this conversation started.” Floyd grumbled, “How do we get back? Walkin’ really fast?” His sarcastic tone cut through the cold, letting a bit of levity hit Kalim, who giggled slightly.

“My nose is gonna freeze over if we stay out here much longer!” Grim yoweled, frowning.

“If there was a river, we could swim back.” Jade said,  “Sadly, all the rivers here are dried out.”

River…river…water…Water! Kalim turned his attention to Jade, “So…a lack of water is the problem?” “Yes,” Azul hummed, “Jade and Floyd can easily outpace brooms when they're in their true forms. But we can’t exactly restore a dry river…”

“Maybe you can’t, but I can.” Kalim grinned, teeth chattering against the cold.

“HUH?” Each of the mermafia asked at once, taken aback at this claim.

“Kalim, has the cold perhaps gone to your head?” Jade asked hesitantly. He reached out to touch him, finding that his skin was cold enough to be felt through his gloves, and frowned.

“My signature spell, Oasis Maker, can produce an enormous volume of water with just a smidgen of magical power. If I make you a river, you can get us back to the dorm, right?” He said confidently, brushing off Jade’s hand.

“Y-you mean to tell me THAT’S your signature spell? That’s insane!” Azul gaped.

“Aha ha! It’s pretty useless when we’ve already got running water.”

“Don’t ‘aha ha’ me! Some countries don’t HAVE that sort of infrastructure. Your power would make you nothing short of a hero to those people! That’s…thats…ABSURDLY marketable!”

Jade rolled his eyes and shoved Azul away gently. “I think we can leave Azul to his get-rich-quick fantasies for a bit. Kalim, if you would oblige us?”

“You just need a river, right?” He nodded to himself, gathering his strength, “Okay, I’m on it!”

He called down the rains, hands held out as the sparkling water fell down around them, quickly filling up the trenches of rivers long before, and long since dried. He smiled in wonder, ignoring the shaking in his knees and the overwhelming heat blooming under his skin. He wanted to take everything off, to cool down. It burned, it made him feel feverish.

“....and Sea Otter, you’re with me.”

Kalim looked over to see his allies transformed into their true forms, and nearly laughed. He had almost forgotten they were merfolk, nearly forgotten why he had called the rain. He came over quickly to Floyd, gripping onto his arm, the Ramshackle prefect by his side. Both climbed onto Floyd’s back, legs wrapping around his middle for stability. Kalim was up near his neck, clinging with his arms wrapped around him in a hug, while Yuu did the same to Kalim.

They began to move as the ice cold rain kept beating down, stinging against the skin like tiny glass shards. 

The world was a blur as Kalim drifted between being underwater and just above the surface. His hands began to feel numb and his eyes drooped. He found his shivering had returned, but barely noticed it, instead focusing on the pain.

He felt his eyelids grow heavy and his grip began to slip, leaving him limp against the prefect as Floyd swam as fast as he could. He felt the weightlessness of being underwater and heard several screams before he felt arms around him again, pulling him up and to the surface. Everything beyond that was a mystery.

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“Kalim? Kalim, are you alright? Please, speak to me.” He heard a voice calling him distantly, with warm hands tugging him up.

He looked up to find Jade staring at him and - oh, this seemed familiar. Hadn’t this happened before?

“He’s alive.” Jade breathed to a group beyond him. Kalim noted that he was no longer in eel form, but rather back to being dressed, yet his hair was damp. He turned to look and found they were back in Scarabia, in the dining hall, and he was laid out on the table. He groaned, and Jade hushed him, “Quiet. Jamil is looking for you, and you are in no shape to fight.”

“I-”

“We will protect you.” Azul promised, “Rest. Warm up. We’ve got this.”

“Yeah, Sea Otter. You’re in good hands. But we’ll be sure to save you your revenge punch, don’t worry.”

[the-kinfesssional]

Hey.. MM.me again.. Spamton G. Spamton... Sniffle sniffle this was longer than i wanted oops sorry so sorry IM FUCKING STRUGGLING OUT HERE How do I tell A memoryfrom a headcanon is it a headcanon if its me? what is it??where ?? what?? huh??? what????????????????? I cant tell. Im a fictionkin I know that. but im like so confused al the time. Like thats me. But also Idk im really used to just dissociating I thug it out ok. i dont really go into kin spaces a lot like at all so I dont know proper terms but I know what i feel Inside but then im like No thats cringe an,d also that cannot possibly be real. I dont relaly know if i believe in past lives(?) ornot at least As a fictional character. for me personally. but at the same time. I Guess i do? Huh. Its strange. Like this guy is just me. I am him he is me because.Thats me. I dont get as bad Kin(?) dysphoria as i do Gender dysphoria. I know how i could still be happy In a human body I Guess. But it just feels like itll never fully be me. Or will it. I dont know. it makes me so happy it makes me feel such a way that I cant even explain its like this feeling in my chest and its like.......Yeah. Thats me. But Iveee been Very. Disconnected from kin stuff lately because ive been super stressed and distracted with other stuff and ive just felt like a wet sack of sand being thrown at a wall and the sand is all like gross and wet and its leaking everywhere and its gross like you know when you get sand all over you at the beach but youre also like Damp and the sand is all Sticky and Grimey and also Scratchy. thats how ive been feeling mentally onfg can someone give me a mental shower i needto get DUNKED. This ended up being a longer rant and also skewing off into different things than i wanted but its ffine whatever. Ugm. Id ont know where else to go. BACK ON THE MEM THING BECAUSE I GOT VERY DISTRACTED. I dont know. I have this one very very very specific Flash this Instance in my mind and I dont know if i consider it a memory or not???????? I thhink i am a.,, Psychological kin mostly. if thats the right term. idfk man. can i still have memories. Are these even memories? do my headcanons count as My canon is that what that is ???? I NDONT KNOW IM GOING INSANE but I can also have conflicting ones existing in separate timelines. but like. im not like a multiple timeline and past life guy. i think? its not a huge belief of mine. i just. I am. i AM. Im spamton. Are memories supposed to be In first person. is it just feelings. is it. what. how do i define. How do i tell? How can i tell. aRe the The little movies in my head the little Blorbo Situations. like. whats those count as. Also why does being canon divergent make me feel sick to my stomach. whenever new DR content is released with me involved i feel sick cause im like IM THE REAL ONE I M THE REAL ONE IF I DIVERGE IM A SICK FAKER AND THEYRE GONNA TAKE ME OUT BACK AND KICK ME IN THE SHINS!!! And its really weird. Like huh. Nobody cares. I care though. uhm. idk. call me boyfail the way i bash my head through a wall and make a hole in it and then put a pillow in it and take a little nap wiwiwiwi hoink wiwiwiwiwi (the sound I make when I sleep)

Its confusing, I know. I think psychological kins don't have memories, but you can have headcanon about yourself, I believe? Im not sure. Im a spiritual kin

[inkabelledesigns]

18 and 25 for the writer's ask meme!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

For Searching the Depths, I had it in my old drafts that there was a secretary that knew Sammy had a sweet tooth and kept candy in her drawers specifically for him. It has absolutely no bearing on the plot whatsoever, but it's a really nice detail and it's still a part of the world lore, regardless of whether or not I choose to call it out again later.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. I'm going to put this under the cut, because it's a little long, but oh boy I have so much to say about this. I'm going to give you a dialogue exchange, also from Searching the Depths, for a chapter that's a long way from being released, something that happens within the ink realm that absolutely tears me to shreds.

Bella cried out. "I didn't know it was REAL! I-I never would've messed with it if I had, I swear-" 

"Kid, why are you apologizing? You did the right thing." Jack asked. 

"We don't know that!" Sammy hissed. "We had a plan, a way out! Now everything is thrown out the window! We have to start from square one and we're running out of time!" 

The more he barked, the more she shrank away from him, unable to meet his gaze. 

"Things weren't any more certain before and you know it." Jack crossed his arms. "Even with the same events repeating over and over again, Joey STILL had all the power. If it's not his story anymore, then he's not in control. And that gives us a fighting chance!" 

"Oh please, like that'll stop him." Sammy huffed. "From where I'm standing, our future is more uncertain than ever!" 

"Well then we'll just have to do our best and make it better, won't we?" Jack held his hands on his hips. "Sam, come on, look at her. She didn't mean for this, ease up will ya?"

"I'm with Jack on this one." Bendy piped up. "If we're really gonna play the blame game, I'm the winner here. None of this would be so dire if I hadn't gone meddling." 

"My lord-"

"No, Sam…it's true. I wouldn't even be your lord if I hadn't poked around where I shouldn't have." He sighed. "But I was a young idea back then, I had to grow up, make mistakes." He looked at Bella. "Same goes for you."

She sniffled as she looked back at him. "This is more than a mistake. This is a critical error. I can't- I helped do something even worse than what you were already going through, that's- it's unforgivable."

"...He tricked you, just like he did all of us." Jack looked at her sadly, connecting the dots. "Found someone desperate to exploit. You…at least you tried to make something good out of it. It's more than I can say."

This entire sequence is so near and dear to my heart. I have been trying to find the right way to introduce the concept of Bella finding out she's trapped in a story for the longest time, but one of the things that's changed within my drafts is that it's her draft of the story that she's in. I realized along the way that I'm not interested in writing the story of BATIM beat for beat, I wanna put my own spin on it and have some events that aren't in that original. So having a naive artist mess with the cycle without realizing she's affected real people on the inside until it's too late? Now you're talkin'! And now that the ink has claimed its newest victims, there's so much in store for everyone in its grasp.

This conversation was originally very exposition-y, some parts of it still are, with Bendy as the one to explain what's going on, but it's grown so much to be so much more. For one, Jack got an upgrade to main character trio status. He wasn't even in this scene originally. Two, Bendy and Sammy got a major characterization glow-up that I am so grateful for. I love how angry Sammy gets here, his frustration in this and the text that surrounds it is really fun to write. He's an interesting mix of his human self and his prophet self, and having Jack know how to navigate this angrier side of him is great. They bounce off of each other REALLY WELL. Also Bendy, gosh, Bendy has so much more to lose and so much he's already lost when it comes to this. He mirrors Henry's feelings of thinking this is all his fault (something something like father like son), but instead of trying to take on everything by himself, he's being open and honest about his feelings and relying on his allies for things he can't do alone. He's shown a remarkable amount of growth as I've gotten to know him more.

I can say the same about Bella. She's another character who sees herself as a responsible party and grows paralyzed when she's not sure how to fix it. She has a significant lack of belief in herself, which was important to show early on, but with these three by her side, she'll learn that she can be so much more. This is a character that life just kind of happens to, she feels no control over her situation, and it's true, there's a lot she doesn't have the power to do. But there's a lot she can do with what she has, and I can't wait for her to figure that out and forge her own path with these guys. She may be helpless and crying now, but that's not gonna be the case forever.

Thank you so much for the ask! This was the first one in my box, but I had to really think about it before I was ready to answer. I'm still accepting submissions for the writer's ask game if any of you wish to join me for some fun!

[cloudcountry]

another story things!!

he's so cute holding him gentle :((((

PLS DID I JUST. STUMBLE INTO EARLY 2000S NOSTALGIA. zen is so cute he doesn't even know what a router is aww

SEVEN LOOKS SO CUTE OMG

HES SUCH A DWEEB I LOVE HOM?????

I WANTED ONE SO BAD WHEN I WAS A KID

um. Hey? I Don't Think That's How That Works.

you ASSHOLE don't give jaehee shit about that >:T THATS SO UNCALLED FOR.

that is such a funny threat IM SO SORRY

Yoosung. Can you be any less considerate? I'm in DANGER and you're saying you're jealous?

WHAT THE FUCK HAPENED TO MY SCREEN HELLO

THATS SUCH A FUNNY WAY OF PUTTING IT IM GONNA CRY LMAOOOO

they're so dorky and cute AHDGSJAGSJ :((( MOMENTS LIKE THESE I REALIZE I ADORE THEM. THEYRE ALL SO LOVELY AND TEASING TO EACH OTHRR

WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT YOU

he's so silly!! what is going on AGFDISGJD?????

:((( they trust me with him SNIFFLE SOB COUGH

?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? THIS SCENE WAS SO SOFT :((( FUCK. IM SORRY SAD RIGHT NOW. I CAN HOLD BOTH OF YOUR HANDS IF YOU NEED ME TO,,,,

HE WABTED TO BE A PAINTER :((( ahsgdhsgdh that's so sad?? that he couldn't because of his dad,,,, though im glad his mother got to show him how beautiful art was before she passed.

you can admit it now and that's character development!!!!!

so he objectified her AND glorified her? YEA that's pretty shitty i can understand why she felt suffocated. still don't think rika is justified in drugging him and assaulting him though.

mmm i don't think you're a bad person. v regrets what he did and actively sacrifices himself to try and make things better?

OKAY LETS NOT USE THE WORD SALVATION.,.,..,.,.

WAIT DID I READ YHAT RUGHT???? "I DIDNT LOVE RIKA" ?????? OMG CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

I DOBT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THAT. ON ONE HAND ITS SUPER SWEET? BECAUSE HE WANTS TO TAKE CARE OF ME??? BUT I KNOW HIS WAY OF TAKING CARE OF PEOPLE CAN BE DANGEROUS,,,,,

but he has changed :C even jumin said so,,,,

ANYWAYS VS ROUTE HAS BEEN A . ROLLERCOASTER. I AM NOT OKAY.

[hiddles-and-skittles]

Beautiful Inside and Out (1)

Pairing: Bucky x Plus Sized Fem Reader

Word Count: 933

Warnings: body dysmorphia, fat/stretch mark/cellulite insecurity, negative self talk, angst (but always ends with fluff!❤️) I've been feeling bad about my body lately so I wanted a lil comfort.

Notes: Hello!!!🥰 I know this has been done several times before (so I'm terrified of "so and so's done this already" comments) but I'm gonna try to do a drabble or one-shot for an insecurity anyone sends me, because I'm trying to stay on here more. But I just got my first full time job since October so updates might not come as often as I'd like. Things have been a little hectic on my end but I'm not giving up!❤️ These will be default paired with Bucky, but if you'd like another Seb character I would love to give that a try. I wrote this one during my many hours of break at work lol so I've got a liiiiittle downtime.

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You were so sure it'd work this time.

Less than a month ago, the decision to change your diet weighed heavily on your mind. You knew it was going to work out, despite all the previous times you tried every other diet on earth. This time you were determined.

Three weeks in and you swore you could feel the difference in your weight, until you saw something that changed your mind.

You'd finally mustered up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror before running a well-deserved bath, but the second your eyes laid upon the fresh, bright red stretch marks on your thighs, tears tumbled down your cheeks.

You gripped the edge of the sink while a sob wracked through you. How do other people do this so easily? You've done everything you could to drop ten pounds at least and instead, you've probably gained that. You didn't hear the bathroom door open over the bath water running and the sounds of your cries.

Bucky's face was twisted in concern as he hurriedly stepped in, carefully inspecting your naked body for any wounds. He turned the water off and shut the door behind him, placing his hands on your hips and giving you a light shake to get your attention. You pitifully wiped at your face and dripping nose, but refused to look up at the mirror again. He nudged up your neck with his nose, about to kiss your sweet spot when you shouldered him off.

"Not tonight," you sniffled. His arms snaked around you again while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" He whispered, nuzzling into you despite your protests. You sighed.

"Give me a minute." He acknowledged you with a squeeze and sat down on the toilet lid. "I really don't...like myself today." You almost felt disgusted with the confession, like you're seeking undeserved attention. "I hate looking in the mirror. I try so hard-or maybe I don't-to lose weight, to fit the clothes in my closet, but I c-can't." You hiccupped the last word and rolled your eyes at how pathetic you thought you sounded.

"What made you think that today?" He pressed gently.

Reluctantly you pushed away from the sink and placed yourself in front of him.

"Just...look."

You directed his sight to your thighs, but his soft gaze never wavered, shifting from them to you.

"What about them?"

"Ugh...I've gained weight. I can't even fit my boxers anymore."

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Buy bigger boxers." Your mouth dropped open, almost offended by his words.

"Buy bigger boxers? Are you serious?"

"You're not supposed to fit your clothes. They are supposed to fit you," he said softly, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs across the backs of them.

"Every time I look in the mirror anymore it makes me cry. I just see all these scars, these blemishes, the mess that I am. I just see the bad."

"You know what I see?"

He anchored his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, suddenly leaning down to place a kiss at the top of each thigh-on top of the reddened marks that decorated them. You gasped, a stray tear sliding down your cheek. He rested his forehead against your soft belly and kissed there also. You bit back a sob when he lifted his head to look up at you with a gentle smile, and in his eyes was nothing but pure adoration.

"I see you."

He pulled you into his lap and you crumbled into him, arms wrapping tightly around him while he shushed your cries and soothed his hands along your back.

"I wish you wouldn't compare yourself to other people, doll. I know you won't hear me when I say how amazing you are in every way, but I'll tell you anyway. Because you are." He bent to kiss your shoulder. "Always. If you want to lose weight that's great, but don't do it because you've been on the internet for too long, or because you think that's what I want. Do it for you."

You groaned in response and he hummed back at you, because yes, he's reading your mind. You just didn't want to admit it.

"But if you're gonna do that, let's do it right. I'll help you. And another thing? No mirror or scale will ever determine your worth. Ever."

You took in a deep breath and exhaled, reeling back to look at him; a perfectly sculpted god among men. And here you were, staring down at him, lips trembling, face flushed, undoubtedly with your double chin on display, with snot pouring from your nose, and he still finds you the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes on. And he's lived quite the life; no telling how many women he's seen. But you? You're a different story.

"Okay," you relented, rubbing at your eyes. "But I'm mad that you're always so..." you gestured to his body. "...perfect. In shape. Fit. You don't even have to try." He chuckled.

"That's the super soldier in me. But if it'd make you feel better, there could be a little super soldier in you." You bat at him when he winked.

"Just a 'little'?" He feigned offense and you laughed. "Well, we gonna sit here all day or are you gonna make it happen, Sarge? Because I don't find it fair that only one of us is completely nude."

"I'll start the bath, but I can't guarantee you won't need another one when I'm done with you."