#i know i can't ever bring that complaint to him though because it won't be a productive conversation

[time-traveling-fetus]

oh boy, i managed to snag a 4 day weekend! i haven't had any days off in a very long time and i am very burnt out from work. I sure do hope that my dad doesn't use this time to be pissy at me

[plasticferal]

hey queen! can you pls do an angst story with chris. where they get into an argument and chris said things he never meant. then he apologizes to her afterwards. ( basically angst to fluff)

damsel in distress | chris sturniolo.

i added my own twist to this ask. it's my favourite prompt so thank you! 18+ protective!ex-boyfriend chris x fem!reader. fighting, touches on themes of unwanted attention, mentions of alcohol, explicit language. reader discretion is advised. p.s inspired by the unreleased olivia rodrigo song 'prison for life'.

the house is filled with familiar faces and strangers. a small gathering turned into a full blown house party from the moment the word got out. where the sturniolo triplets are, a flock follows. you sigh, pushing and shoving your way through the unwanted crowd.

all you want is to make it into the kitchen, miraculously being the only place no one wants to linger. the last person you need to see right now is your ex lover. chris is standing ahead of you, leaning on the kitchen counter, alone in the room. you shut the doors behind you, needing to escape. even if it means with him.

“if you wanted to get me alone, you could have just asked." he speaks smug, before taking a sip from his red solo cup.

“i'm not in the mood,” you dismiss. you open the fridge, eyes scanning the shelves but nothing calling your name.

you know you're not actually looking for anything, you just don't want to look at him. the entire night has you shaking with anger. from the mess in your home, the lack of care everyone is taking, the noise complaint you know you'll be getting later, and worst of all, that one guy who won't leave you alone.

you've never seen him before tonight, you don't even know his name, but all he's done is make you uncomfortable. try to dance with you, try to give you drinks. he brushes your waist every time he walks past.

all of your friends have been encouraging you to go for it, to get over chris. and honestly, you consider it for a moment. just to finally move on, but you can't bring yourself to. at least not with some random creep.

the break up is still raw. he tells everyone it was 'mutual' but it was a part on your request. he'd never throw you under the bus like that. he knows why you made your decision, he's never questioned it.

chris feels like it's unrequited love. although, you haven't lost any love for him, no matter how much you try to push him away. he has every right to despise you, but he doesn't.

every time you close a chapter with him, you find yourself in a sequel. it's like you're re-reading different stories, but the ending stays the same. your heart wants him, your brain wants to hate him.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sensing you're genuine in your frustration.

"nothing." you refuse to let him know what's happing in your world, let alone your mind. you don't need to let in him anymore, even though you want to let it out. he's the one person who could just sit and listen to you for hours on end.

"alright, just askin" his words trail off into a hush. he switches the tone, not wanting the conversation to stop.

“your friends are nice” he speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone, because if anyone knows how to kick you while you're down, it's him.

"you would think that" you scoff, implying that you've seen them throw themselves at him all night. him pouring them drinks, smiling and frothing over the attention he's receiving.

"the fuck is that supposed to mean?" his temperamental side seeps out, and you grow only more irritated.

"chris, can you get out please?" you huff, hands crossing over your chest. an unintentional way to seperate yourself from him, a metaphorical wall being put up.

"such a party pooper. you really gotta let loose, relax a bit." his words come out a lot more nasty that you hope he meant them, and it makes your face hot.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and think he's speaking with resilience, at the fact you keep shutting him down.

"i wonder why we ever broke up." you reply sarcastically, a fake smile on your face. he rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and letting out an audible "ah," like a child finishing a juice box.

"i haven't seen you all night, y/n" his voice softens, and it becomes clear he's speaking for the sake of talking to you. he always wants to talk to you.

looking at the counter quickly to place his cup down, he looks back at you, tilting his head to the side slightly. he's not being horrible to you, he never has been. he's still in your life whether you like it or not, despite your hostility.

"sorry. i'm just tired." you lie. he knows it.

"your poker face isn't very good. i learnt that the hard way," he bounces his eyebrows, biting the tip of his tongue, eyes a bit wider as he stares at the ground and you can tell he's having a flashback.

you chuckle at the reference. the one time he caught you faking an orgasm didn't end very well, and he's been able to catch you out ever since. he's never been afraid to pull you up on your own fibs.

"sorry, again." you hug your body tighter, avoiding his eyes. he pushes himself off the counter with a stretch like hum and walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"stop apologizing, you sound like matt," he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, and you let out a small laugh. that's always his intention, to make you smile.

"c'mon princess, let's get you a drink. seems like you need it." he nods toward to the door, rubbing your shoulder enthusiastically.

you let him try to fix your mood, because god knows you do actually need to stop stressing. you can't control what happens, just how you react. that's what chris always used to say when you were together.

feeling safe in his embrace, he security guard style moves you through the party. he hollers "excuse me!" and "coming through!" and everyone just listens, parting like the red sea. he's not the biggest guy in the room, but he sure is the most assertive. especially with you under his arm.

when you finally get to the drinks table, he makes you a vodka lemonade, saving the rest of the can for himself to finish off. it's not the most thrilling drink, but enough to keep you settled. ease the tension a bit. plus, it tastes good. no harm, no foul. as chris is mixing the liquids into cups, you feel an unwanted hand snake up around your hip.

"there you are. are you hiding from me?" your stomach drops at the voice of the mystery man towering over you, and you look ahead to watch chris's eyes snap up instantly.

chris lowers the cups, holding his eyes on the man behind you. you watch as he kinks his neck and his jaw tenses, taking a step closer. you shake your head at chris, holding a hand up subtly to tell him not to come any closer.

turning around, you stare up at the man. his breath reeks of liquor, and his shirt is drenched is sweat. it makes you sour your face and tense your entire body.

"i don't know what you want from me, but it's not gonna happen. i think you should leave." you speak sternly, trying not to let your voice shake with pure nerves. not even liquid confidence could help you right now.

"the party's just getting started," the man smiles, stumbling toward you in what you think is an attempt at a hug, but you begin pushing his body away from yours with a shove.

"dude, she doesn't want you. walk away." you hear chris's direct voice over your shoulder.

the last thing you want is negative attention on chris in a room full of people who would spread the news like wildfire. you never want that for him.

"it's okay, i got this." you dismiss chris in the nicest possible way, but you're being serious.

"come on, we'll have fun," the man hiccups through his words, mumbling them and tripping over toward you again.

"get the fuck away from her." chris's breath hits the back of your neck as he moves even closer to you.

"christopher, i'm serious. stop." you speak through grit teeth, so people can't read your lips, as he lingers next to you.

you try to be as inconspicuous as you can in your rejection to his advances, but he won't give up. the man appears more annoyed, and he grabs your wrist with a tight grip.

"let go of me." you grab the mans hand, trying to pry his grip without making it obvious.

you’re shaking at the thought of attention drawing. not for you, but for chris. eyes are already on you, being his ex. it's not what he ever wanted for you either. if he could make it all disappear, he would. it becomes more difficult when chris notices, and this time, has no intention of backing down.

"i'm not gonna repeat myself, back the fuck up." chris walks around your body, face to face with the guy who has a hold on you now.

"please, chris." you beg, voice quivering.

you know his temper can change in the blink of an eye. him and matt both have that in common.

"she doesn't need your help, pretty boy." the man splatters his words, a malicious smile on his face as he leans toward chris, almost nose to nose.

chris smiles criminally, flashing his teeth.

"you're right," chris puts his hands up in defence, a downward smile on his face as he chuckles darkly, taking a big step backward.

there's a feeling of relief, and intense fear as he actually does start to back away. but you know chris. unfortunately, it's unavoidable.

you try to catch his eyes, and speak through a begging stare without using words. he looks at you with sadness, and you mime the words, 'please don't'.

the moment the man tugs your wrist as if to leave with him, making you wince with the grip he holds. you regret your counteraction instantly, because chris reacts viscerally.

he flares his nostrils and squeezes his nails into his palm, balling up his hands by his hip. his knuckles are turning white.

before you can get pulled away, chris lunges forward with a tight fist, throwing a strong, perfectly aligned punch to the mans cheekbone. it throws the man to the ground in the blink of an eye, relieving the pressure on your skin. you stumble backwards, out of the line of fire.

chris steps heavily forward, shoving a foot into his ribcage before straddling his legs, completely overpowering him. the man projects forward to swing and hit chris's mouth. chris doesn't even flinch, like it was painless. you watch chris raise his arm up again to pummel down onto the now defenceless stranger.

the surrounding crowd gasps and yells, clearing the space that chris has created with his actions. iphone cameras flash, making you feel sick. the whispering and gossip you can already hear pounding in your head is overwhelming.

you feel so futile. chris is too in his own world to even realise the repercussions. you're not saying the guy didn't deserve it, you have no care in the world for him. you care about the aftermath.

in a fantasy world, a daydream, a fairytale even, this is attractive. a knight in shining armour, fighting for his lady. a world where there are no consequences, or social media, or fear. a reality chris has suddenly forgotten about.

he looks natural doing it, too. the veins in his arms so prominent, his tight mouth and huffed breaths as he gives it everything he's got.

you're frozen in shock, watching chris pelt another punch into the man, and you want to pull him off, you know you need to, but all your body can do is watch. watch the two men roughhousing and exchanging blows, chris taking every hit with pride.

you're numb to the feeling, screaming in your head.

appearing out of thin air, nick and matt are in your line of vision, hiding the chaos ahead of you. his brothers move into action before anyone else needs to.

they've obviously been summoned, but there's a part of you that believes they could just sense it. like they telepathically knew chris was getting himself into trouble by the lack of surprise they express.

nick grabs chris by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off. matt grabs his wrists, to stop him from using his fists. the fight comes undone, finally, but chris is disoriented. he spits onto the man as he's being escorted into the kitchen by his brothers.

your eyes burn with tears that refuse to fall, and matt sweeps your hand up, guiding you with them in a hurried manner. matt is trying to snap you back to reality, but it's just white noise.

chris hits his palm aggressively with frustration against the door frame of the kitchen as you all walk through, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. your eyes are still welling as you choke back a sniffle, and you're not sure if it's shock, hurt, or anger anymore.

you're in a trance as you walk over to the freezer. your body is in autopilot, moving without you even knowing. you grab a frozen bag of vegetables out of the tray.

"so fucking stupid," you say nastily under your breath, slamming the door shut.

walking over to chris who's sat up on the ledge of the sink. you throw the packet at his chest, and he grabs it, questioning you for a second before matt walks over and shows him to place it on his bruised and red raw knuckles.

the room is filled with tension.

matt is biting his nails, you're leaning against the closed door, and nick finds himself squatting on the floor.

"what the actual fuck was that?" nick is too stunned to even yell, he just speaks aloud.

"i asked you not to, chris. i could have handled it myself." you shake your head, vision blurry as you stare vacantly ahead. you want to lash out at him, but for some reason you can't.

"yeah, it really looked like you had it under control." he crushes the frozen packet harshly against his hand.

"we'll leave you two alone." matt cuts through awkwardly, shooting nick a warning glare.

matt knows it's not his place to go off at chris right now. he'll do that later.

"but-" nick begins, and matt snaps toward the door. you hear nick sigh, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay and listen to you tear into chris. alas, they both leave promptly, matt flashing you a sympathetic smile on the way out.

you can hear from the other side of the door, both nick and matt are hustling trying to kick everyone out. it’s a weight lifted off your shoulders. the literal mess being left behind is the least of your worries now.

you're alone with chris in the kitchen again, the second time not being anymore pleasant than the first. you blame yourself fully for dropping your guard, even if for a second.

“i begged you not to, chris.” you repeat with a stern tone, laced with betrayal and genuine hurt.

he’s silent for a moment, staring at you from across the room with no emotion on his face. you know he feels terrible, he doesn’t have to show it. or tell you.

“did you think i was just gonna stand and watch?” he rebuttals.

“i would have preferred that, honestly.” you don’t understand how he can’t grasp the intensity of the situation.

"did you want him? go back out there then." he's bitter, pointing at the door. you roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

"chris," you start. he keeps talking.

“because i’m sure he’s still laying on the floor. go ahead. he might have a hard time talking now, though.” chris shrugs, speaking in a provoking manner.

“you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t press charges." you apprise.

“he should feel lucky i didn’t do worse.” he takes another step toward you, presumptuous in the way he carries himself.

"you've done a lot of stupid shit, chris. but that," you raise your hand as you speak, laughing in shock.

"that was unbelievable." you pinch the bridge of your nose, taking yet another deep breath.

"you know what's unbelievable is how you haven't even thanked me once" he ignores your words and bites back with irritation, face growing more twisted with upset.

"thank you?" you repeat, jaw dropping. you step toward him this time. you feel dejected trying to get him to understand.

"thank you for what? for causing a scene? for putting yourself in danger?" you step forward again, feeling like you could drive your heels into the ground beneath you.

"you're acting insane" he brings his hands to his head, tugging at his own hair with despair. his words sting, despite the back and forth arguing.

"you're the one that lashed out on that guy with no consideration for anyone else around you. that's insane" you speak with physical gestures unconsciously.

you're trying to reason with him, but with the state he's in, it's like trying to put a brain in a statue. you examine him, trying to search for his eyes but his body won't keep still, twisting and moving around.

"fuck, okay, i get it! i get it, y/n. you're not happy with me. you never fucking are apparently," his words trail off and he waves you away, turning his back to you. he sounds desperate for it to end.

you want to scream at him at the top of your lungs, and quite frankly, you could. your face burns and steam is about to shoot out of your ears.

"you don't need to protect me anymore, chris."

"i saved your ass out there." he speaks with his hand, four fingers direct to your chest. his words are like salt being rubbed into an open wound.

"saved me? that's a fucking stretch. your brothers saved your ass, because you don't think before you fucking act!"

"this is about YOU, y/n! what i did for you!" he slaps the back of right hand into the palm of his left.

"i'm not some damsel in distress that you need to sweep up and put in a tower, chris"

"yeah well at least in a tower you can't attract trouble." he speaks as if it's your fault, and of all the things he's just spit out, that's by far the worst. the most menacing and cut to the bone tone he's used.

"that was low, even for you." you huff, emotions at an all time high.

your breathing feels tight, but instead of reacting, you force yourself to seperate your emotions from the reality of the situation. you're both feeling very intensely, and expressing it the same way.

in hindsight, you could have redirected some of your emotions, but you also wish chris would take back some things he's said. there's no excuses.

chris re-collects himself and turns toward you again. he shrugs his shoulders, like he has nothing left to say. no fight left.

the closer chris is standing the more prominent his face is, and more specifically, his busted open lip.

you gasp in a mix of being upset, and shock. it feels like a piece of your heart is breaking off, seeing his delicate, pale skin so sore.

"your lip, chris." you exhale, stepping toward him.

he flinches when your hand raises to touch his face, and you know now that you've acknowledged it, it's hurting him. neither of you paid any attention to it amongst the turmoil.

"come here." you sigh, pulling his arm, bringing him over to where the paper towels are, in the corner of the sink.

tearing a white square into your hands, you rinse it under cold water lightly before squeezing the saturation out, leaving a damp cloth in your hand.

turning into chris's body, he looks down at you. he's still at last, and looks like he has no thoughts behind his now seemingly innocent eyes.

you cup his cheek gently, to turn his face downward. you bring the towel up to his lip, wiping his stained chin and mouth. he lets you, and doesn't even wince. he visibly gives into your touch. he's content.

"i need you to promise me you'll never do something like that again." you pull back, folding over a clean side and then wiping his lip softly, trying not to cause him pain.

"i can't promise that." he speaks in a whisper, as if he doesn't want you to hear his word.

with his lip no longer being red, you toss the damp and crumbling paper into sink, making it a problem for another time.

"why?" you look into his eyes, wiping your hands on your shirt.

his blue eyes are big but blameless, pupils dilated. holding his stare as your arm lowers.

"because if anyone lays a hand on you again, i'm going to prison for life." the piece of your heart that broke off earlier reattaches at his words alone.

chris's much shorter hair is spikey around his ears, and wet at the ends, turning dark brown from his sweat. you caress his messy curls, tucking it over the curves of his ears and taming the wispy strands. you hold his head in your hands, tiling him up and your mouths are inches apart.

"how hard did he hit your head?" you ask against his lips. he chuckles, genuinely.

he's an idiot, undeniably. but the gut wrenching, lawless love he has for you makes him that way. his low, smooth laughter, makes your heart skip a beat.

"i mean it, y/n."

"but i know, i know it was stupid." he admits.

"yeah, it was." you agree, shaking his head around slightly.

he grabs your hands with his own, engulfing them and holding them in his palms. he squeezes your hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"i'm sorry." he speaks on your skin.

"like really fucking sorry." he strains his head back with remorse, making his adam's apple more prominent, and he swallows hard. like he's swallowing his guilt.

"i said some nasty things. i wish i could take them back, y/n. i really do."

"i know, chris."

"no, you don't. i'll apologise to you everyday for the rest of my life if i have to. i've been horrible tonight."

"chris, enough," you hush him, the calmness in your tone making him understand you hear him. loud and clear. you need some time to forgive, but you absorb his words.

"i don't know how you didn't smack me in the mouth." he jokes, and you giggle through your breath.

"there's still time," you joke back. and he knows it by your tone.

"i could never bring myself to do that. as much as you deserve it." your banter eases the pressure, and you feel chris squeeze your hands in his again.

you rub your thumbs over his knuckles, looking at the little purple marks forming. he notices your face drop with stress, and he slips his hands away, moving to your hips instead.

"hey, i'm fine. i don't care what happens to me, i just need you to be okay."

"i am okay," you reply. he drops his face with a look that expresses he doesn’t believe you. you give a light eyeroll, and small smile.

"i mean it, i swear.” you raise your pinkie finger to him, to keep your promise. knowing it’s the only way he’ll actually believe you.

chris smiles, weak with his bruised lip, and wraps up your pinkie with his own, wriggling your hands around.

"i'm always gonna want to protect you." he pulls you toward his body. he's so warm, and radiates a magnetic energy that makes you want to collapse into his arms.

you know you don't need him to, but deep down, you would like his protection. his unconditional love. selflessness.

"i'll be sure to send you love letters in jail" you grin up at him, and laughs from the chest.

his voice is like a scratched record, fatigue taking over his body. you swallow hard, all of your senses coming back. he feels so real standing in front of you all of a sudden, like it's not just a dream you're about to wake up from.

"stay the night." you speak mindlessly.

chris brushes your hair from your face, cupping the back of your neck lightly to pull your forehead to his lips, kissing just above your eyebrows gently. he rests his chin on the crown of your head, pulling you tight to his chest in an embrace.

"i'll stay forever if you ask me to."

this is the feeling he fights for. requited love.

[nsoulnet]

🧴-bodyguard els!

summary: in which the reader's father is a celebrity, so he gets reader a bodyguard for protection! ellie sees through the protests and rebellion, and she knows exactly how to get you to admit what you want.

warnings: MDNI!!!!, bratty!reader, lowkey spoiled!reader, brat tamer! ellie, smuttt, nipple play, degrading, nipple piercing, bodyguard!ellie, bdsm, power dynamics, teasing, lowkey daddy issues!reader, probably more that i forgot to list

the people have spoken! most requested from my last poll💞

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"what the fuck do you mean I'm getting a bodyguard!? you can't be serious!" you scream, fuming at your dad for his latest antics. you usually keep your cool, but he's never said anything this stupid before.

a bodyguard? what for?

you're so annoyed he's taking this step, sure he's famous and you're pretty reckless- so what? you're not a small child, you're grown and you can take care of yourself!

your father, on the other hand, seems not to care- like usual. he keeps that same blank stare as you unleash your rage, and once you pause to catch your breath, he excuses himself.

too busy with the next brand deal, or advertisment, or magazine column. soo frustrating!

you can't believe him, buying you some guy to follow you around and make sure you live the dullest, most monotone life possible! this is truly a nightmare!

before the bodyguard even arrives, you're thinking of ways to scare him off. you could completely torment him, maybe bring as many girls home as possible and get touchy. or maybe you could pretend like he hurt you! that would rile your father up!

by the day you finally meet your new incarcerator, you're sure you'll have him gone in less than a month. you know it won't be long before it's back to programming as usual.

except, something unexpected happens. you're introduced to the bodyguard, and instead of some pervy, buff man, you find a woman standing before you.

a very pretty woman.

you didn't plan for this, and it frustrates you even more that you father somehow managed to be one step ahead this time. this woman made you nervous before you even knew her name!

you have to keep your mean façade up, though, so you make sure to say something snarky. "so you're the woman who signed up to act like my babysitter.. how much is he paying you, huh?", you snicker in her face, and she just smiles.

"good money, that's for sure. my name is ellie, what's yours?", she says, walking you into your apartment. you don't even want to look at her, because it gets you all flustered.

you're surprised she doesn't say anything about your silence- she's not trying to control you yet. you're tired of the quiet.

you run into your bedroom, flopping on the bed and groaning in annoyance at the sight of ellie in the doorway. "my room doesn't even have windows- what could even happen?! can I get some space!" you yell out into the doorway, and ellie just nods before walking off. what?

she... listened?

the next few weeks are beyond what you could ever have imagined. ellie doesn't invade your privacy, she barely even bothers you, and she's discreet whenever you both go out.

it starts to annoy you how well the whole bodyguard thing is working out. because it means your father was right about this being a good choice, and you can't stand for your father to be right.

so you get even more reckless. more drinking, more nights out, more ellie having to drag your sloppy drunk self home. even so, you never heard a word of complaint- in fact, she took any chance she could find to get closer with you. it was getting irritating.

but if you couldn't take ellie down, the least you could do is a big fuck-you to your dad. let him know you can never let him win!

the press has had a field day with the relationship between you and your father, and the many rebellious stunts you've pulled before. you've gotten tattoos, some facial piercings and you weren't against most body mods.

however, you'd never done anything really scandalous. nothing like getting a nipple piercing.

you were fairly drunk one night, stumbling home with ellie's arm just barely propping you up, when you passed by your favorite piercing store. you were the most impulsive when you were drunk, and as soon as you saw that shop, you floundered right over.

so many kinds of piercings, but all you wanted was a nipple piercing- and you wanted it bad.

so bad, that ellie couldn't stop you when you got it done. she defeatedly paid before taking you home, but you noticed a glint in her eye.

the next day, ellie sat you down on your bed after your shower, and asked about the piercing. "does it hurt? is it sensitive?" she asked in a careful voice. you wanted to give her attitude soo bad, but not when she acted so caring.

you tried to just brush her off, but eventually she cut to the chase. "listen, you know im here to protect you, right? it's really not safe to... be so impulsive. i know you find me irritating. but please, just let me help you... you can listen this one time?" she says, with such saccharine eyes you couldn't help but melt.

"right! yeah, sure, just... what- what do i need to do?" you asked. she was just being so nice, it made you so flustered....

thats why you listened when she asked if you could let her see the piercings. even though letting her see your bare nipples was... humiliating, warmth was spreading in your underwear as well on your face. shit- you were aroused?!

ellie seemed so kind, gently inspecting the piercing. your nipples had always been sensitive, so they were even worse pierced. just feeling them rub against your shirt made your body tingle.

"there we go, you're going to let me help you clean 'em, right?" ellie said, voice nearly a whisper. you were willing to let her do anything- so you nodded quickly.

ellie used some cotton pads that were wet with saline solution, before just feeling your nipples with her soft fingers. she noticed the blissed out look in your eyes, and that's when she decided to stop. "alright, you're all clean! you did such a a great job, y'know.." she said, in a whispery voice.

you wanted to scream. you wanted to whine, beg for her to keep touching you, but you started to feel bad. she was just trying to help you clean the piercing, wasn't she?

"wait, what's wrong?" ellie says, pausing in the middle of putting the supplies back. "did I hurt you?" she asks, and your brain begins to short-circuit. this much affection from a girl has been previously unheard of, and it just all feels too good... your brain is so fuzzy...

ellie understands when a small whine escapes your lips. "wait... something going on here?'" she says, narrowing her eyes. she has you right where she wants you.

you stumble over your words, trying to make excuses for your flusteredness, but ellie doesn't hear any of it. "what, you really feel that way about your bodyguard?", she leans in and whispers.

you can't deny the attraction you've had to her for a while. anyway, you won't get what you want if you do.

"that- right, I'm sorry, just let me deal with this really quick," you say breathlessly. you can't bear to tell her what you really feel. it's too bad, then, that she has every intention to make you.

"no, don't worry... I can help you. just say it. tell me what you want me to do..." she whispers, before getting up from the bed with a cocky smile you've hardly seen before. you can tell she's waited all too long for this.

"ellie... els, shit, I... need you to help me over here..." you whine, hand resting on your soaking cunt. you just want ellie to fill you up.

luckily, she takes that as enough begging. you don't even realize it when your clothes are gone, or when she has you bent over the bed.

her fingers slip in and out of your sticky folds, lighting your skin on fire. all you can think of is how bad you want her.

her warm tongue abuses your clit, her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs. she has your legs shaking and your head spinning.

"js'sso pretty down here, right sweetness?" she mumbles, giving your ass a light slap before getting up and undressing herself. a thick, 8-inch marbled strap made its way out of her boxers, and you practically drooled.

but you'd taken many straps before, 8 inches wasn't too bad for you. so you got cocky. "what, only 8? you sure you don't have something bigger?" you sneered, and a look flashed in her eyes.

"there she is, the brat is back isn't she?" she chuckled. her hand snaked down your back teasingly, before pressing your back into a deeper arch. you groaned at the pressure, but it wasn't too much.

"you gonna p-put it in already?" you say, voice wavering. ellie looks kind of scary, like she's been waiting for you to say something distasteful.

her hands grip your hips, and you feel the strap slide in. it's definitely got some girth to it, but what's really shocking is how quickly ellie slams it in. so fast, you feel like you can taste her in your mouth.

"come on, where did the attitude go? i thought 8 inches was nothing for you?" she whispers in your ear, sliding in and out at a harsh pace. you can't even speak, body shaking as she fucks you relentlessly.

one of her hands is playing with your nipple, and the other is gently rubbing circles on your clit. "els- ellie, please.." you choke out. she's going so roughly, but you feel like you're about to cum all over yourself.

"you know, you act so insufferable... celebrity's daughter, thinking she can treat people like shit, because what? 'cause her daddy doesn't pay enough attention to 'er?" she says, groaning at how tight you're squeezing the strap.

" 'm so sorry els- shitt, ellie, please..." you whimper, but she just gives your thigh a light smack. "you're sorry, huh?" she mocks, before grabbing your face and kissing all over your lips. "you gonna be good now, right? 'cause bad girls don't get to cum!" she grunts, slamming her hips into yours even harder. your cum is running down your legs, a creamy mess that gets your thighs all sticky and tacky.

"mhm, m'gonna be so good for you els! please, please just let me cum..", you mumble, shoving your face into a pillow because you're just so needy that you put your defenses down.

"good- shit, good fucking girl." she coos, giving your sloppy wet cunt multiple light slaps. "you gonna cum? come on baby, you can do it..."

for a second, everything is misty. your legs shake and go weak, stuffing you even fuller of ellie's thick strap. creamy, sticky squirt sprays all over the bed, while ellie's grip on your hips tightens.

"shit, you- you feel so good..." she mumbles, before nearly collapsing on top of you from the intensity of her own orgasm.

you lay on the bed, out of breath, when suddenly she leans in close from behind you and whispers something.

"round two?"

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[thatawkwardmoth]

I'm sorry but if you think Logan would be a bad dad or just straight up not care about his children, read the comics or watch X-Men evolution.

Yes, Logan is a brute and he's 'not nice' a lot of the time. But if you think that this man wouldn't raise Laura, Gabby, Jubilee and all his other little shitheads out in a cabin in Canada, far away from people (but close enough for cell service, he gets it Jubilee, please stop yelling in his ear about Instagram), you're dead wrong.

Gabby's room would have built in bookshelves and she'd have a killer treehouse outside, her bedframe would be hand carved wood with pieces meant to withstand her claw for a while. She'd have plushies and posters and whatever she wanted. Logan could go without food for a while just for her to get the things she liked. She could not go without food and neither could the rest of the shitheads. Yes, Laura is her main adult but Logan won't let Gabby have a lackluster childhood.

Laura's room would be covered. With whatever she wanted. Even if she changed her mind and redecorated a thousand times, it's her room. It's not a cell or some blank white room. She's not X-23. She's his girl, the Wolverine. She can have a small gym set up to train and keep her active, 100%. But she'll come to eat when called and won't overdo it, healing factor or not. Or Logan will lock the door and ground her. He keeps the porch light on for her every night, knowing sometimes she just wants to run, to stretch her legs and feel the freedom she has. He'll wait on the porch, beer in hand and offer her some food when she's back. Tell her Gabby's asleep and she's fine, like Laura can't hear her snoring. She's got his attitude and they butt head but he'll always be the first to remind her she's not an experiment. She can put up a hundred dumb posters and read a hundred dumb books that aren't educational, he doesn't care. He'll even listen with minimal grumbling.

Jubilee's room is more adult than her old one is. It's got a jack and jill bathroom that leads to Shogo's little nursery. It's not used very often, but it's got all the updated supplies, for her and the baby. She's got the whole lawn to use her powers and not deal with complaints (unless it's the people inside the house), a hand made playhouse for Shogo when he gets older. She's got it all, whenever she wants to just run away. Whenever she needs a vacation or just to come see him.

Kitty's got one too, it's not changed. She can be the Red Queen to Krakoa, the fearsome Shadowcat to others but she's still got a room at his cabin with pictures upon pictures lining the walls, plush X-Men toys bought with Jubilee to annoy them, little notes from Rachel and Illyana. It's like a piece of the old Shadowcat Logan refuses to let Kitty Kate get rid of. She's got her own bathroom so she stops phasing through the doors and walls of the other ones without knocking and she's got a little balcony for her plants to die on because she never remembers to water them and Logan also forgets even though he tries to remember.

Logan's got a room that he hardly ever uses. He finds the girls in it (and his sons sometimes) in it more than he is. His bed is the communal 'i had a nightmare but we're not talking about it' place. It's the only reason he's got a TV in there. To turn on whatever dumb thing they want to watch, even if he hates it, he'll sit through nine seasons. There are stickers on his dresser (on most things actually, Gabby's personal signature), a giant plush dog bed for Jonathan the Wolverine, multiple pillows he doesn't use but they do. He even made sure to buy a comfortable blanket set even though he doesn't care at all when it comes to himself. He's survived worse but if it brings them comfort, he's going that extra mile.

He's stunted emotionally and sometimes messes up but this cabin, the one he's fixed up and added onto, he knows he did right by them with this. But he refuses to fix the creaky steps or the painted light switches, the chipped tiles or the old decorations that he shoves in the attic. Those are the character the house has, memories he doesn't want to lose like he's lost so many before.

[not-the-dum-e]

Let me start with: nobody does it like Key.

I don't fully know how to articulate what I mean by that, and that in and of itself, says something to me.

Pleasure Shop

The rap. Now, I know very little about rap, but this is good, I can feel it.

The melodic way in which he performs it, melds perfectly with the rest of the song.

Where a lot of times in kpop it feels like rap verses have a "break for rap" if you will, which is not bad, mind you; this one feels like it has been built up to slowly, and it fades back into the song in such a way that it doesn't stand out even if it feels like a highlight.

But I love the way I didn't realize we got to the rap section of the song till midway through it, and it's a long section, too.

Following Tongue Tied with this, just... I wanna scream into my fist, it's so good. Really loopable.

The way that every section smoothly moves into the next is so nice, and even though the beat is very repetitive, it has enough variation throughout that it does not get boring or annoying.

Next, this is more about the mv but the fact that the dancers were highlighted instead of bringing in models or actors... my heart (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

Since we are talking about the mv, the concept is so good, I might try to do a breakdown for the mv later.

Overthink

I can't wait to see a performance of this, I know I can watch fancams, but I haven't watched one yet.

I love that little synth... arpeggio? riff? over the bass, wish it was longer though, I feel like it could have another minute or so.

The way he uses different contrasting tones for different parts of the song is just so charming, and just gives the song such a trippy kind of feel, that, and that wubby bass and the synth.

Golden

This sounds so sweet and bright, truly has a golden hour type of feel. I always look forward to that warm tone he uses for songs like this; like Sunny Side, it has this comforting effect on me that I can't quite describe.

The percussion really catches my ear on this one, I feel like it has a lot of variation, all in all, really nice.

I Know

His vocals really are the focus of this one, it's similar to Overthink, but it's stripped down, I think.

I really like how it moves back and forth from lower tones to higher ones, and how his vocals are contrasting to the backing track. Like at parts the instrumental goes low, and the vocal line goes high, and vice versa and then meet again.

Going Up

This might be my favourite, the one I was most excited for from the highlight clip, and it did not disappoint.

I am addicted to his lower register. And paired with the shifts into falsetto for the "we're going up" *chef's kiss*

It has that sort of spacious, dark feeling that's hypnotic, for lack of a better word. Like it's pulling me somewhere, don't know where, but I wanna live in it.

The bass and synth, actually, not just in this but in all the album, but specially on this one, are just on point. I really love the soundscape. It scratches my brain in all the right ways.

Having said that, I think this is going to be a running complaint on my part (and I know I'm not alone on this) but, it's too short.

I want another two minutes of this song.

Novacaine

I really like the lyrics, it won't take Helium's crown for my fave eng Key song or second place from Imagine, but it's a good song.

The title makes me think of FOB, but I like this one more that I like theirs? Although this one is misspelled

If I have to compare it to the only other Lauv song I have ever heard, which is Lay's Run Back to You (and I like that one), I like Novacaine better. Don't know if it is Key's input or what, but there is something that I feel only he could do. I love the way he delivers the lines.

I wonder if the lyrics were written for him specifically, or with him in mind, because it's very Key? Like thematically it reminds me a bit of G.O.A.T., and has that melancholic, nostalgic feel of This Life.

Like in Golden, his vocals have that warm, deep quality to them, but this one is sadder, like a misery loves company kind of thing; Finding comfort in knowing you are not the only one that feels this way.

Reminds me a bit of Hold On too, don't ask me why cause idk.

I love that he is embracing his natural tone a lot more in this album and in Tongue Tied, and the way he is using it as the building block for the songs and using the higher and lower tones, and falsetto as embellishments. It makes his sound so much more distinct and unique.

It feels like he has honed in the finer details of his style.

Also I love how all the songs flow into the next, it's really nice.

Touring has done wonders for his vocals too, I feel like he levelled up for this album.

His vocals were good to begin with, but he has this richness to his sound now that comes through so much more, his voice feels a lot fuller even in the recording.

I was so fascinated watching fancams from the first Keyland On: and On and just how much better he got by this last one. Truly, he is meant to do live performances.

I hope I can see him live one day, same for the rest of SHINee hehe

If there is one thing I can say about Key's solo discography, aside from he doesn't miss (which ofc he's SHINee); Is that he has such a coherent evolution from era to era, from album to album, there is always a nod to past releases, a thread through sound and the fact that he is including his JP discography on that thread. Tongue Tied just fits perfectly with this.

I'm always really excited to see where he goes with every new release, and he hasn't disappointed me so far, this is no different💖💖💖💖💖

[fivebrights]

Emotion Booth | Songs for Stanley, the Narrator, and many of the endings.

An expanded ver of the original fanmix, because I finally got to play TSPUD and it permanently rewired my brain the same way TSP did way back when. Happy 4/27; Let's Begin Again.

▶Listen (Spotify)

(tracklist & annotations under the cut)

[SIDE A] 1. Existential Crisis Hour! (Kilo Kish) [Intro/Confusion Ending] 2. Watch the Show (M. Ward) So tomorrow on your way into work, who will be wearing the emperor's clothes? 3. Soundproof Box (Ami Saraiya and the Outcome) Living behind these walls it feels like living in a soundproof box. 4. You're Alive (ANIMA!) [Apartment Ending] Sidewalk walkers, empty vessels, task completers / Go through the motions, keep repeating. 5. In the Glass (OK Go) [Real Person Ending] I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect. 6. A.A.A. (Squalloscope) Can you do me a favor? Can you give me one cent for everything that doesn't make sense? 7. Crazy (Gnarls Barkley) [Mariella Ending] I remember when I lost my mind / Even your emotions have an echo in so much space. 8. Vein of Stars (The Flaming Lips) [Zending] They'll glow from above our heads / Nothing there to see you down on your knees. 9. Vertigo (The Guggenheim Grotto) [Powerful Ending] It's not that I fear the fall or crushing my bones / I fear the desire to heed the call of that unknown. 10. Humpty Dumpty (AJR) He said, "Screw it, I'mma smile right through it, and I'll scream when no one's around." 11. Why (Andrew Bird) Why'd you do that? You shouldn't have done that. 12. Complaint Department (Lykke Li) [Countdown Ending] Me oh my your luck seems to be no more / If you want to complain, I'm not the complaint department. 13. The Cruel, the Kind and the Bad (Psapp) [Museum Ending] He's taken all your best years away, but he's all that you can find. 14. The Great Escape (Patrick Watson) [Escape Pod Ending] Looking for a way home, looking for the great escape.

[SIDE B] 15. Good Old Desk (Harry Nilsson) [intro] 16. Honest Feedback (Saint Motel) Of all the illegal ways to take someone's life, there's one just as sharp and it's sharp as a knife / it's called honest feedback. 17. Longform (The Dodos) [Theme for the Memory Zone] To place an installation now for all to come and bring what they think about. 18. Eight Seven (Psapp) Though I call you won't reply / You watch me rooting through each door, you watch me lie. 19. Alive Alone (The Chemical Brothers) [Skip Button Ending] No way of knowing if [he's] ever coming back. 20. Here for Good (Jason Lytle) [Epilogue Ending] I'm here for good. 21. X-Rays (Gomez) We didn't turn it on, but we can't turn it off. 22. Since I Left You (The Avalanches) [Freedom Ending] Since I met you, I found the world so new. 23. The End Has Begun (Loudon Wainwright III) [Figurines Ending] We've been here before, you know the signs / The looks and the language, the gestures, the lines. 24. Helplessness Blues (Fleet Foxes) What's my name, what's my station? Oh, just tell me what I should do. 25. Lonely Town (Vulfpeck) He's the mayor of lonely town, population: one. 26. Hallucinating - Mariachi Ver. (Elohim) [Theme for the Infinite Hole] 27. ICE CREAM FEVER (Tomoyuki Tanaka, FPM) [Secret Disco Ending]

[thelostgirl21]

Geralt "Oh no! A stubborn bard has decided to follow me around! *Heavy sigh* If only I had the means to outrun him!" of Rivia

I don't think I'll ever get over how much of a drama queen Geralt is in Season 1, whenever he's pretending to be annoyed that Jaskier keeps following him around...

I mean, next time, when you find a stray bard on the road, maybe don't slow down your freakin' horse if you don't plan on keeping him, Geralt!

Otherwise, congratulations! You've just officially adopted him for the rest of his life!

He's your bard now!

It is thus your official responsibility to keep him safe, loved, well-fed, provide him with plenty of social and environmental enrichment, and deal with people's complaints whenever he runs off to cause trouble, steal their foods, hump their wives, mothers, concubines (I'm guessing Jaskier has angry nobles wanting to hurt him, more specifically, because even in a fantasy world, women are treated as "property", while men are expected to follow their own desires), etc.

I hate to break this to you, but you 100% brought this on yourself!

Oh, and just so you know, while you were away trying to deal with Rience and his master, your viscount of a bard started meeting and mating with Dijkstra and Philippa's prince.

Normally, that wouldn't really be a problem, given that it's not the first time your bard's been sleeping around with nobility.

Except for the fact that these two are absolutely awful at taking care of their own royals!

I kid you not, they recently had a queen and a king put down in a matter of days, because they felt like they'd failed their obedience training, and decided it would be easier to just start over with a new prince instead!

So, they made Radovid king now, and will no doubt be trying to teach him to heel.

And if they can't properly train him to be obedient enough, I fear they might stop letting him outside of the castle, use abusive and coercive techniques on him, or go looking for a new royal to potentially replace him, then attempt to have him be put down, too.

And, I mean, Yennefer and you have already adopted a viscount and a princess, right? What's one more royal to look after?

So, once you've gotten Ciri back, may I suggest you adopt him, too?

He's very sweet, quiet, and likes to hide in dark corners with a heavy fluffy blanket.

He loves listening to pretty songs.

He's very good at catching things being thrown by people, and bringing them back to their rightful owner.

Also, he doesn't mind spending the night in a shed.

For a king, he's surprisingly low maintenance!

A bit of mead, some warmth, a few hiding spots, your bard... I'm sure you'd have no trouble keeping him happy, and getting him to follow you around!

Plus, I don't mean to be rude, but it's kind of your fault it happened, you know!

If you'd just taken your bard with you when you went to search for Rience, he wouldn't have gone straight (or very queer, actually) to Dijkstra and Philippa's prince, engaged in courtship display, and started bonding with him.

So, I believe it would be pure cruelty to keep these two apart now that they've become a mated pair.

Normally, I might have suggested joint custody, but since you can't trust Dijkstra and Philippa to provide a good home for your viscount, that means you need to make some room in yours for their king.

And hope he won't do anything stupid that'll get him hurt until he can properly be rescued.

The good news, though, is that both your bard and his king are males, so you shouldn't have to worry about them making new little royal babies.

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 4 - Episode 6

- SECRET TAILING -

Mere

……….

Kai

This… I'm sure we're going to get caught like this.

Tis

It's fine, you know. We aren't obvious at all.

Kai

No, we'll be caught soon. Definitely, without a doubt. My feet are slow, Tis is noisy, and Mere has sharp ears…

Tuner

You don't need to be so pessimistic.

Kai

This is me being optimistic. Otherwise, I'd have gone back already.

Tis

But Kai, Mere hasn't been paying attention to his surroundings for a while now. So I really think we won't get caught.

Kai

… True. Maybe he's lost in thought?

Tuner

Is Mere always like this?

Tis

No, not at all. He's usually much more alert. Something's definitely strange.

Kai

Now that I think about it, it hasn't just been today. Lately, he seems to be deep in thought often…

Tis

Right! When did it start?

Kai

Probably around the time we started using the purification power. In other words… since the Tuner appeared…?

Tuner

… Me?

Kai

Oh. I don't mean it's because of you, Tuner. It could because of the increased purification work. It's possible that Mere is suffering ever day with disappointment for having an incompetent subordinate like me.

Tis

Haha, that's not true. If that's the case, he'd be more worried about my tendency to slack off. Besides, I can't imagine Mere worrying about something like that.

Kai

Well… yeah.

Tuner

! Mere stopped walking. That door…?

Tis

Huh? That place…

Kai

That's the Forbidden Room. The door has been sealed for ages, and we don't know what's inside.

Tuner

Why would he go to such a place…?

Tis

Oh, look out, Mere's coming this way.

Kai

What!?

Tis

He doesn't seem to have noticed us yet, but at this rate, he'll definitely find us.

Kai

Let's go back to the surveillance room! Now!

Tis

Oh man~, we were so close to finding out the secret.

Kai

Stop talking and hurry…!

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Kai

We made it without being noticed.

Tis

We still don't know what Mere was doing. Guess we have to get back to work.

Tuner

This is the place where you monitor the world...?

Tis

Yeah, you look into this water mirror. You can see the current situation and even past events.

Kai

As Mere instructed, let's look at Colchicum Castle. Then check on the Aquilegia Empire…

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(into the water mirror)

Dia

… I see. Thank you for the report. Continue searching for the Gem.

Espada

Understood. I apologize for not bringing back the Gem. I didn't expect that what was being kept was a fake…

Dia

It's not your fault. I gave you the instructions, but I misread the situation. Claude… he's more cunning than I thought. We must be cautious.

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(water mirror changes)

Fiori

… There's no point in thinking about it endlessly. What should I do…

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(water mirror changes)

Eric

So you're both heading out on a purification mission. Good luck.

Claude

Yes. I'll leave the capital's security to you, Eric.

Eric

Yes, you can count on me! (walks away)

Oscar

… I guess he has gotten used to being left out. Even though he wants to go on purification missions.

Claude

He may still have complaints, but he seems calmer. That's thanks to you, right?

Oscar

Me?

Claude

I've heard you've been listening to his concerns under the guise of special training. It's helpful to have such a considerate subordinate.

Oscar

… You see right through everything.

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Tis

Hmm, doesn't seem like there's any interesting conversation.

Tuner

So this is how you keep an eye on everyone…

Kai

Mere and the high-ranking angels need to know the world's situation.

Tis

Yeah, but I slacked off.

Kai

… You suggested it, Tis.

Tis

Hehe, true. But since Mere hasn't come here yet, it means he didn't notice we were tailing him while slacking off.

Kai

It's not okay just because we didn't get caught… Well, I was relieved, though.

Tuner

But why was Mere looking at the Forbidden Room earlier?

Tis

Who knows? Maybe he's curious about what's inside. Could be something interesting.

Kai

Mere's not like you… But now that I think about it, he's been going to places like that from time to time, even before the Tuner appeared.

Tis

Come to think of it, I guess so. He probably has been visiting the Forbidden Room for a while.

Tuner

When did that start?

Tis

Hmm, quite a while ago.

Kai

… Around the time they moved the Throne of Knowledge out of the heavens?

Tis

Oh, yeah. About then.

Tuner

Moved it…?

Kai

Yes. It's now in a forest of the human world, but it used to be in the Holy Land.

Tis

Do you think it's related? The Forbidden Room and the Throne of Knowledge.

Kai

That's not for us to think about. Instead, keep watching the water mirror. We don't know what might happen.

Tis

… Huh?

Kai

What's wrong, Tis?

Tis

Hey, look at this!

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(into the water mirror)

Oscar

… I can't believe we have to do this kind of work again.

Espada

……….

Oscar

Once you dirty your hands, they just keep getting filthier. I guess I have no choice but to cover my ears and carry on…

Someone's scream

Aaaahhh!!

Espada

… He's dead. This is the empire's secret…

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Tis

Eh, what was that...!?

Kai

I couldn't see clearly, but did they just kill someone…?

Tuner

Espada and Oscar…!?

Tis

I need to take another look! Let me handle it!

Kai

Wait, Tis! If you do that, you'll change the location--

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(into the water mirror)

Rosé

… So, how long are you planning to keep it a secret from me?

Devil

What secret? We've provided you with all the information, Master Rosé.

Rosé

You lie so transparently~. Even though I'm helping you so much, you're still keeping important things from me. For instance... where the next calamity wlll occur. Oh. Are you planning to use me and throw me away?

Devil

N-No, of course not. You'll know… soon enough.

Rosé

Hmm, so it's happening soon. I'll look forward to it.

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Kai

What's going on!? Rosé mentioned a calamity…

Tis

He said that a calamity will soon occur. It'll be dangerous if we don't tell Mere about it…!

Kai

… Yes. Let's go inform him. He should still be around the Forbidden Room.

Tuner

Look, both of you! There's a curse right there…!

Kai

This is not the time to be stuch in a place like this. Tis, let's purify it…! Help me!

Tis

Okay!ro

[homemade-clones]

💥💤☕️🌌 For Cheese and Gaze if it’s not to much pls <33

Of course, of course! Thank you for the ask! &lt;;3 OC emoji asks

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

CHEESE Guilt is the emotion that weighs the heaviest on his shoulders. He can laugh away his fear, and pick a brother (or partner, or massiff) to cuddle away the anxiety. But the guilt of all the lives he's not fast/skilled enough to save is something that keeps him awake at night, slowly chipping away at his resolve to face another day in this endless war. GAZE Loneliness. All the trauma this boy went through before finally settling into the squad left scars he's not sure how to heal nor deal with. It's the most apparent during missions, when – because of his position as sniper – he needs to split from the rest of the squad. He can manage it (so far), but the separation anxiety is always there, dancing in the back of his mind.

💤 - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

CHEESE Usually, yeah. He's got the ability to fall asleep quickly - and to stay that way until the sun rises again, if no there's no emergency. But then The Horrors and Losses of War™ bring forth bouts of insomnia. When he can't sleep because of anxiety, Aid puts his training to work - either with cuddles to ground him, or herding every available squad member (including his massiff siblings) for an impromptu cuddle pile until he's calm enough to sleep. Or, he may choose to keep pulling shifts and all-nighters in the med bay until he blacks out in exhaustion :) GAZE As long as he's not alone, Gaze is the guy that, if left idle for five minutes, will nap. Doesn't matter how awkward or uncomfortable the surface (or lack of it, he's fine with napping standing up too), it's Nap Time. And because he doesn't snore, most of the time people won't even know he's offline – he doesn't really have the need to blink as his eyes don't dry out (he only does it out of habit).

☕️ - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

CHEESE Hot drinks, all the way! For him, nothing cold can ever beat the amount of comfort brought by a good cup of tea, caf, or hot cocoa. GAZE He's ambivalent about it, both cold and hot drinks have their merits! He is very fond of iced tea, though, so he may favor cold drinks a bit more than hot ones.

🌌 - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

CHEESE He was the last one of the squad to be created. At first, he was supposed to fill the “sunshine golden retriever, emotional glue” spot in the squad, but then – as it goes with ocs – he took over my brain and turned into a very much fleshed out character! And the first thing I decided about him? That he's a redhead 😅 GAZE Ah, Gaze, my beloved chew toy, my poor wet cat babygirl. He came to me in a vision while I listened to “The Horror and the Wild” by The Amazing Devil. I have to admit, he's still being worked on, and may have strayed a bit from the original 'vision' of what he was meant to be - but no complaints, I very much like the shapes he's taking inside my brain. And the first thing I decided about him was how did his eyes work and affected his (lack of) quality of life and demeanor.

[frazzledsoul]

22,23, 24, 25

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

For Luke/Lorelai, it's that she apparently set boundaries sometimes between the OS and AYITL and doesn't talk to or have a personal relationship with Christopher anymore. Lorelai was never able to do that for most of her adult life and that's largely why every other relationship she and Christopher had failed.

For Literati, I do think a lot of current fans do tend to shrug off the fact that Jess was mature, stable, and well-adjusted and was ready to support Rory at a stage in her life when she was definitely not. I've definitely seen people twist AYITL canon into something it's not to make him seem worse off than he was and I don't like that. Let him keep the good things he's earned.

23. A ship you've unwillingly come around to

That would only be me and Lucy, the Krysten Ritter character. All other opinions remain the same.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

I would say the Keg!Max incident, but I refuse to even discuss that, so I don't think it counts.

I don't think people like hearing that Lorelai and Rory have serious issues with fidelity that can't simply be fixed by good intentions. I also don't think that people like hearing that Rory seriously hurt Jess and proved herself untrustworthy on multiple occasions and any reconciliation is not just about winning her favor back, but also letting him trust her again when she has not respected that in the past.

I think that's maybe an esoteric issue, though. I think I've fought most bitterly with people about not thinking Lorelai banging Christopher in S7 was remotely justified and also on respecting Lane's choices and the fact that in the furthest point in canon we know her she wasn't unhappy with her life. People insist that Dave can fix everything and that Lane's life won't be complete until he rescues her. Ugh. I hate all of that. No thank you.

25. Common fandom complaint that I'm sick of hearing

I am so exhausted with hearing about how the boyfriends are toxic and not good enough for the main characters and how no one can ever be worthy of Rory and Lorelai. The guys are forever paying for their sins, but the girls never are. We're told that we HAVE to love them more, that we're not allowed to find fault with them or ever think that they need to take accountability for how they treated other people. So what if I don't? Side characters get to have character development on this show, the mains (mostly) don't. Of course I like them better.

I also don't like hearing that I'm not allowed to be an Emily Gilmore stan, because I think I'm becoming one out of spite. Also, she is fabulous. So there! Haters back off.

[foxys-fantasy-tales]

A Rival Most Vial - Book Review

Oh gosh, where do I start? I loved it. Let's make that clear. Ok, I'll begin with my one gripe before my overwhelming praise takes over because I cannot wait for more in this series.

R.K. Ashwick's second trilogy begins with this book, as The Stray Spirit began their first trilogy and was their debut novel as an indie author last year. Two books in so little time! I could never be that fast! Both are highly recommended by me so I wanted to mention the other book, now, let's pop open this juicy dumpling of fantasy fiction, shall we?

The one gripe is Ambrose and Eli are at odds for a good third of the book or so, and I mean heavily. As spoiler light as possible, events go from a boiling point that breaks the rules of the street their shops are on, then in the same day a character begins to look at the other with a wholly different kinda boiling point. -tugs collar- Ahem. As I said, the quick change left a bit of whiplash for me personally, but it's my only complaint for this wonderful novel that also captured my heart and made me tear up once or twice.

Ambrose is by far my favorite. I relate to his closed off nature, and boy does he also have good reasons for it. He's intelligent, gifted in his craft even, dedicated, and all mushy inside if you can get past that icy blue exterior of his. Eli, on the other hand, took me a minute to get on board with, though I have to admit the cutest automaton ever, Tom, and her wonderfully depicted stabby feet, mug body, fork arms, and broom head helped warm me to him. Eli has severe wanderlust and gets bored of things easily, though he is also incredibly gifted. He's reckless, but he's charming and bears good intentions.

All the characters are wonderful, really, but I won't name them all here and let you discover them yourself. They make themselves very much known in the first chapter after all. Big personalities and bigger hearts, these shopkeeps all stick together through thick and thin, even though some may make some really rash calls at times. In a magical world with exploding moss, dragons, and venomous moths that shoot deadly spikes the length of your arm, any rash choice could be deadly.

The romance is golden and the details on the kisses and awkwardness being described from both sides of the blooming relationship between Ambrose and Eli is just -mwah-. Ambrose is uncertain of a first relationship and so concerned with timing and averages like any A type personality would be, while Eli is tender with him and doesn't wish to push too far, all the while not knowing Ambrose may want just that. There is a short sex scene, but it's very blurry in depictions of physicality and hones in more on the back and forth and emotions between the two. I thought this was a good choice for this type of story, and it blended well to the emotional beats at the time.

The world-building, just like The Stray Spirit, is so carefully thought out, planned, drawn up in wonderful in book art, and exudes so much of Ashwick's character that you could tell it was an R.K. Ashwick book even without the name on the cover if you read their debut. Each of these worlds is mesmerizing and brings me back to when I would eat through fantasy books by the dozen. It's whimsical, but dangerous enough you have to root for the characters and fear for them at times genuinely. As Ambrose goes over his potion instructions and shortcuts to his partner on the commission, each detail feels like it just came from an actual text on the subject. I can't wait to discover more of this world.

Can we also state how gorgeous that cover is while I still have your attention? The colors pop so well! The details are stunning and I love the little silhouettes of our main duo with those tiny hearts above their heads.

All in all, this is my long-winded approach to saying GO BUY THIS BOOK! I assure you it is worth the time and money spent to travel through this world with these loveable fools.

This is an arc read and I’m leaving a review voluntarily. This review is honest all the same and I jumped at the chance to be an arc reader after reading The Stray Spirit shortly after it's launch. I've followed this project's growth even longer than that, and I am so happy to say I am so satisfied with how this turned out.

[katlandry]

Just thought i'd let you know that saying you "like" steve won't make any of your complaints about him seem any more valid, so you can just stop pretending he is/ was ever likable to you. Although he certainly is on your mind a lot, i won't deny that, considering how you can't help but tweet something about him every other day

Thanks for letting me know, though you didn’t need to because I know how I feel about Steve! I actually do really like Steve, I just can’t stand his stans. Most of them are misogynists that don’t care about anyone but Steve, and often bring Nancy down for no reason. I can’t recall very many pleasant experiences with Steve stans tbh. Also, I wouldn’t pretend that he’s likeable to me either, what would I need to pretend that for? If I didn’t like him I would say so. He’s fictional, not a real person 😭

Not sure if you’ve got the wrong person because I definitely don’t tweet about him that much, and if I do it’s not often that it’s in a negative way (though I will happily take part in Steve slander if the situation calls for it). However, since it’s my Twitter, I can tweet about what I like as much as I like whether it’s negative or not!

Hope you feel better after getting this off your chest though

[may-bonne]

Lmao I'd never give you a virus I prommy 👉👈 I found that site through another tumblr post ages ago

I'm gonna wait until I finish Bloodrayne to send another long anon with all my thoughts 🫀 But I will say that I want to put Katarin and Holga Kilgore in a room together. Have you ever seen either of the Machete movies? They're both dumb fun. The first is way better than the sequel imo though

SOMEBODY should have ripped that fake mustache off. Thinking about that one interview where Mrod talks about how bizarre filming that sex scene was for her. She says something like "Frank has a very different idea of that than I do" lol. Since that was definitely the first time he got laid without coughing up hit money first, I doubt he knew that you don't want a girl looking at you like that before you fuck

I'm hard pressed to think of a single decision made by any character that makes sense. By the end of the movie, it feels almost pointless? Nothing really changed. Frank came away with a dog and gender dysphoria. He shot a bunch of dudes like he always does. Got the revenge. But there should have been forgiveness for Johnnie. He couldn't bring himself to shoot her and for a cold blooded assassin, it feels like that should have gone somewhere more significant than just sending her away

"Buddies" activated the dog part of Frank's brain. He's like a sad street dog that got out of a shelter and won't let people approach him

Idk anything about writing a screenplay either so you won't hear any complaints from me. It sucks that the only other person I've seen that likes The Assignment doesn't have anon turned on. I found your blog through theirs though so can't complain

i want to watch machete!! resident evil is the next thing on my list but then i def will. i gotta finish season 2 of lost, too. i kind of go back and forth between mrod and jordana brewster and i'm really swinging back towards mitchie right now lol

in the interviews i read she said that to get into character she went on tinder as a man and i would fucking love to see what that profile looked like. (also this just occurred to me but i feel like frank should definitely be jerking off in the shower pre-op. i'm gonna go add that in right now)

frank has major runt-of-the-litter energy. i saw a post on here the other day that was like "he's got that abandoned shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to sit quietly beside you on the couch while you watch tv" and immediately thought of this pic:

very much frank's vibe. i want to towel him dry and pinch his nose until he stops trying to spit out his estradiol

mrod plays all these tough chicks and then i am immediately seized with visions of them rain-soaked and shivering with sweet little kitty ears. holga is the lone exception and i think it's because she's the only one of them who doesn't seem like she's on the verge of a massive sexuality crisis. i guess katarin's would be more along the lines of "my people need me! i can't fuck this vampire!" i would love to see her talk to holga. my personal dream is a d.e.b.s. sequel where mrod plays some kind of european villain doing that exact same accent. or she could just be a jersey mobster. i'm not picky

while we're exchanging mrod media i feel compelled to share this spoken word piece she posted on tumblr in 2014 because i feel everybody should know about it

this reply is already too long but whatevs i'm going to ramble about the rewrite now. i wrote dr. jane's big villain monologue yesterday and it was fun as hell. i've changed her motivation for doing the surgery on frank to wanting to prove that she was such an incredible surgeon that she could create an altered body so perfect it would triumph over the mind and he would eventually come to see himself as a woman. but she tells dr. galen she failed because frank was never a man in the first place insofar as he never formed any sense of self beyond being a killer so it was like trying to perform surgery on a gun. meanwhile we see frank slowly starting to realize other people have lives by clumsily expressing sympathy for prostitutes etc. i also had johnnie give him some ace bandages after watching him almost take his nips off with tape 'cause good lord. in the last scene he's in a sports bra. character development!!

i cut all the shakespeare and poe and just have her quoting the hippocratic corpus and stuff. i was talking to myself in the shower yesterday (in my dreams i am invited to appear on national television to share my opinions on mrod movies while america watches raptly) and had more thoughts about the literary allusions but i'll save those for later

also if you're talking about who i think you are, her mainblog is missin-you-already and she has anon on there! i haven't talked to her that much about the assignment, though, so i dunno if she has thoughts. although it's hard to imagine anyone wouldn't

[eimearkuopio]

My life to date has been full of bizarre and unusual coincidences. Now, I know all about pareidolia, and people have always dismissed my particular brand of spotting issues as a form of that. And it is a form of that! But that doesn't make me wrong, because they think I'm saying "that cloud looks like a rabbit... that blob looks like a face... THE CLOUD IS A RABBIT! THE BLOB IS A FACE! I SEE THE OBJECTIVE NATURE OF REALITY! BEHOLD MY GLORY!"

And what I'm actually saying is, "Hey, folks, I'm not sure if anyone else has spotted this, but... These ants are marching in a pattern that seems to spell my name. I know, that's really weird, doesn't make sense. Few questions: most obvious one, can you lot see the ants too? You can? Is there... Maybe... A load of honey spilled on the floor is the shape of my name? Is someone playing an incredibly unethical prank on me? Have we checked with the kids running the ant farm experiment that they insist is properly contained and also that they are infallibly certain that they are the only people in the world with real ants because their ants look slightly different to all the other ants and only their ants care enough to spell people's names but only ever spell theirs? Yes, I know other kids have ant farms, but my roommate was on their board at one point and she insisted on bringing a mini ant farm INTO THE DORM ROOM in spite of my complaints and I'm not saying these are definitely her ants or that they definitely escaped from that ant farm but if you look at the markings they definitely LOOK like those ants! Of course they're going to deny it, part of the reason they get to run the ant farm club is that they're meant to know how to corral the fucking ants. Yes, I know I look crazy, because I roomed with someone who kept insisting that her ants would spell the name of anyone they liked enough, and that the ants definitely liked everyone enough that they COULD spell their names but also that they would only ever spell their names in secret silent ways that no one would really see, and now, THERE ARE FUCKING ANTS SPELLING MY NAME AND THE ANT FARM CLUB WANTS TO WASH THEIR HANDS OF IT IN CASE THIS HAS BEEN THE TIPPING POINT THAT DRIVES ME OVER THE EDGE AFTER HAVING HAD TO ROOM WITH AUTISTIC ANT FARM KID MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE, AND THE MENTAL HEALTH PEOPLE ARE TELLING ME THAT THEY CAN SEE THE ANTS TOO BUT UNFORTUNATELY THEY CAN'T HELP WITH THE ANTS, THEY CAN ONLY HELP WITH THE IMPACT THE ANTS ARE HAVING ON ME, AND STUPID AUTISTIC ANT FARM KID IS DEAD SO I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THESE ARE HER FUCKING ANTS AND IT FEELS WRONG TO JUST HOOVER THEM UP EVEN THOUGH, AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, I REALLY REALLY HATE FLYING ANTS MORE THAN ALMOST ANYTHING IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND WHILE I'M TRYING NOT TO HOLD THAT AGAINST THESE NON-FLYING ANTS IT IS EXTREMELY DISTRESSING THAT NOBODY IS WILLING TO HELP ME AND THAT I'M GETTING ENTIRELY TOO CLOSE TO JUST SCREAMING AND PUTTING DOWN ANT POISON OR HOOVERING THEM UP BUT MY ROOMIE SPENT HER WHOLE FUCKING LIFE TELLING ME HOW IMPORTANT AND SPECIAL AND ENDANGERED HER ANTS ARE AND I'LL BE HONEST TO ME THEY JUST LOOK LIKE FUCKING ANTS BUT IF THEY'RE SPELLING MY NAME IT FEELS LIKE I SHOULD TRY TO HELP THEM, COULD THE FUCKING ANT SOCIETY PLEASE RESPOND TO LITERALLY ANY OF MY REQUESTS FOR SUPPORT IN DEALING WITH THIS ANT INFESTATION ETHICALLY, THE MENTAL HEALTH PEOPLE ARE WILLING TO HELP ME HOOVER THEM UP AND IF YOU KEEP IGNORING ME I PROBABLY WILL BUT I GENUINELY THINK THESE ANTS MIGHT FUCKING MATTER AND EVEN IF I'M WRONG THE FUCKING ANT CLUB SHOULD AT LEAST BE WILLING TO COME AND TAKE A FUCKING LOOK AT THEM.

My parents have lived through enough ant infestations and been told their reward would be great in Heaven. My husband hates ants and is only avoiding getting the hoover out because he loves me and these ones keep spelling my name and I've asked him to give them a chance and promised I won't let them near him. He learned to love bees for me. I'm not going to ask him to do the same for ants. My brother thinks that ants either don't exist or do more harm than good, and I kind of agree with him but the point of my recently deceased roommate's ant farm was to try to change that, so if the ants have chosen me to care for them, I'll do what I can; but I will not let them harm my loved ones, and I want help from the fucking ant society. It's frankly the least they could do after all my family has been through: help me look after your stupid fucking ants that I never wanted in the first place, and that have somehow learned my name so I can't even ignore them.

[jodilin65]

Yay! Tom’s lab results are great! His TSH is 3.25 (lucky guy), and his cholesterol is low, though it has always been low. His glucose is 84, and he said he can't remember it ever being that low. His A1C has dropped from 6.2 to 5.8, which surprised me. While it’s an improvement, it’s still considered pre-diabetic; I thought the pre-diabetic range was 6.0 to 6.4, but it’s actually 5.7 to 6.4. So, he’s still slightly pre-diabetic. This gives me hope that if cutting back on sugar could drop him four points, it could bring me into the normal range since I was at 6.0. Genetics could still eventually work against us, but this gives me hope for the immediate future.

There’s no way my cholesterol will be even close to good, but hopefully, my TSH won't be too out of whack. I'm going to try my best to get it into the single digits, but I won't increase the vitamins until it gets closer to my lab appointment.

Even though I'll never lose weight, and I doubt Tom will either, going keto is definitely the smart thing to do. It’s much healthier. Yes, most sugary snacks do taste better than sugar-free ones, but there are still plenty of yummy sugar-free options. The cookie dough fat bombs I made were so good that Tom only let himself have one because he knew he’d get carried away, lol. They’re very sweet and rich-tasting. The brown sugar substitute called Swerve is amazing—it looks, tastes, and smells like the real thing!

The next thing I’m going to try is making my own cheese crackers. I got ultra-thin Sargento cheddar cheese, and after cutting each slice into fours, I'm going to lay them out on parchment paper and bake them at 250° for 45 minutes. It says to check every 5 minutes, and I will because we do have a bit of a kick-ass oven.

I can’t take Zyrtec anymore. It makes me sleep too long and leaves me groggy and hungover the next day. I’m still a little fuzzy-brained, and I got up at 7:30 p.m. I’m going to have to use the spray, but only when the congestion gets bad. I just hope that if we ever move, I don’t have epic sneezing fits wherever we go.

I’m still not sure if there are any foods that leave me tired the next day, but I spotted an entry of mine from 2015 that mentioned feeling perkier since cutting back on carbs. I had good energy yesterday and the day before, but I also took ibuprofen before bed, and I wonder if that’s why I slept sounder.

Yesterday’s glass of wine made my heart race. I don’t know why, but it does this every now and then. Maybe I sipped it too quickly. I probably won’t have any tonight.

I began watching FBI and like it even if there’s too much of America’s favorite subject. It’s by the same producer, Dick Wolf, who produced Law & Order.

The Muslim guy with a leading role was quoted as saying he wants to show the world that Muslims and Arabs aren’t bad.

LOL, yeah, tell that to the Israelis.

I might watch PD True as well.

I was about to edit and post this but then I ended up taking a 90-minute nap. I don’t know why, but it’s been a wonderfully plane-free night since I first got up early in the evening. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever gone that long without hearing something flying up there. Ironically, it comes after yet another complaint to the FAA, but I don’t think it’s connected to that—people just don’t care.

[sansaorgana]

Can you write one where Buck Cleven and fem reader meet on base in England and fall in love but on base relationships aren't allowed so they have a secret relationship and Bucky is the only one who knows about them?

hello, sweetheart, thank you for the request 🌻 sorry I didn't post it yesterday but I needed one day without writing anything 😫

[ PART TWO ] || [ PART THREE ]

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Some nights were quiet, some were full of loud bangs and bright lights in the distance. It would be a beautiful view if it wasn't happening in real life and if it wasn't caused by the German bombs falling down from the sky. After some time you just got used to it, though. You stopped flinching at the sound and stopped worrying that the next one might hit you. As scary as it sounds, a human being can get used to the worst environment.

All day you were waiting for the night anyway. Nighttime was the only time you could be with Buck; a handsome Major from America who stole your heart. Relationships were forbidden and you understood why. Thinking about him was a sweet distraction that made your work slower and your instincts dull. When he was up in the sky, you were a wreck and everyone wondered what was wrong with you. When he was down there, you would walk around hoping to see him again, pass him by on the corridor or hand him a cup of coffee just to feel his touch. Buck was everything you were able to think of.

"Colonel Harding is making complaints about you, doll," Buck's fingertips caressed your cheek as you chuckled. You were in his arms, sitting outside, safely tucked in behind the building so no one would see you. The sound of the bombs in the background drowned out your pounding heart.

"He better mind his own business," you teased and sighed before leaning in for a kiss. Buck gave it to you eagerly. His lips were warm and sweet, you never wanted to stop kissing them. You wanted to keep him in your arms forever so no harm would ever happen to him.

"If you're not careful enough, we will be exposed. He already suspects that your lack of focus is caused by some man. You're not the only one, by the way," Buck explained with a mysterious smile and you raised an eyebrow.

"You think more women are having affairs with brave handsome airmen from America? Unbelievable!" you gasped and he tickled you gently.

"They won't touch me but if we are exposed, you will be most likely sent to a different place," he reminded you and your smile disappeared immediately. You pursed your lips and sighed.

"I know, darling. I'll try to focus more," you promised. "After all, what would you do without me?"

"Die, surely."

"Don't joke like that," you squeezed his arm and he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You can't see the goddamn stars because of them Krauts," he changed the subject quickly.

"I don't need to see stars when I'm with you," you whispered. "Oh, Buck, what will happen when this awful war ends?" you turned around in his arms to face him. He looked surprised at the question.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Oh, how I love it when you call me baby," you giggled. "It's like in the movies."

"Baby," Buck repeated and leaned in to rub his nose with yours. You pecked his lips and cupped his face with a giggle. "Baby," he said once more and you kissed him again. "Baby, baby, baby, I'm gonna take you home, of course," he promised and you could feel your cheeks heating up as your tummy filled with butterflies.

"All the girls in South Dakota are going to be very sad about it if you bring me home," you teased but with a hint of real insecurity. As much as you adored him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, you had a feeling it wouldn't be so easy to start a new life just like that.

Of course, if it would happen at all. Airmen could die any day. And if he did, he would be your sweet secret for the rest of your life. But you didn't want to think about it. Not now. No matter how delusional it was; considering the fact you were accompanied by the sound of the bombs.

"All the girls in South Dakota will have to dry their tears then," Buck caressed your face gently. "Anyway, I don't think they're going to be very sad about it."

"I can't believe that other girls aren't as much in love with you as I am. I can't imagine a girl looking at you and not falling in love," you smiled sadly and looked down.

Buck laughed softly and raised your chin up to kiss you on the lips slowly.

"I can't believe that any girl would love me as much as you do," he confessed after finally breaking the kiss. "I am yours and yours only," he promised. "And one day there will be no bombs in the sky, only fireworks. I don't gamble but I bet on that," he whispered into your ear and you curled up in his arms to be even closer to his body.

Suddenly, a shuffling sound made you both startle. It wasn't from the distance, it was close and it had to be an animal or someone from the base, which was the worst scenario. You couldn't get exposed after all.

"Hello?" Buck asked as you moved away from him and tried to fix your hair quickly.

"Easy, that's just me," familiar voice of Bucky made you sight out of relief as his figure emerged from the darkness. He had a goofy smile on his face as he sat between you and Buck and lighted himself a cigarette. He offered it to you and Buck but you both refused. "Look at you, lovebirds," he teased.

Bucky was the only one who knew about you and Buck. He was his best friend so it was safe and sometimes useful to have someone who would cover for you both.

"What do you want, Bucky?" you asked, a little rudely. You didn't like it that he sat between you and Buck and he obviously did it on purpose.

"Have I ruined your little randezvous?"

"Are you jealous?" you asked him.

"Maybe I need a hug, too," he winked at you and you put your arms around him but in a platonic, friendly way. You hugged him and ruffled his hair as he laughed.

"Happy now?" you pushed him gently.

"Me? Yes," he grinned at you and then looked at Buck. "I don't know about him, though."

"Stay away from my girl," Buck said jokingly.

"Who said I was jealous of her. Maybe I was jealous of you," Bucky patted Buck's shoulder.

"I'll leave you to it, boys," you stood up and fixed your skirt.

"No, stay," Buck extended his hand to grab yours.

"I'm tired. I really should go. If I stay up too late again, I won't focus tomorrow and Colonel Harding will bitch about me," you explained with a sigh.

"All right, then. Good night, doll," Buck placed a kiss upon your hand and you caressed his cheek before turning around and walking away.

"You're lucky," was the last thing you heard before going inside the building. It was Bucky's voice, between one bomb and another, making you grin like an idiot.

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