#if anyone has 3000€ to spare

[mayflywrites]

i NEED her.

[cappucosmico]

mmm if i asked for like 12 dollars on here to cover wifi would anyone be willing to spare... sniffles

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 8:46

“Do you have dimples?”

Bakugou doesn’t understand it himself, but you always find your way back to his house after your first visit—asking these out-of-the-blue questions that seem to have no end to them. It’s like a curse has befallen him, one that follows him wherever he goes.

For a moment, his eyes snap in your direction, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side, though his intense glare never once wavers. He didn’t know what the hell you were getting at, and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to even want to know why you were asking about something so random.

Honestly, he should be used to it by now. But the thing is, he isn’t, because sooner or later you’ll be popping out of nowhere with another of your pointless questions.

“Hah?”

“I asked, do you have dimples?” you repeated.

His eye twitches at the repeated question, and as much as he’d like to give you a snappy remark to get you to stop, he can’t seem to come up with one. So, for the time being, he decides to humor you (and hope for the best that you drop it and move onto another topic).

“Why the hell are you asking?”

“Because Kaminari and I made a bet whether you have dimples or not. I went with yes, you do have them—even if it’s a singular dimple, but Kaminari says otherwise,” you explained, tapping your finger softly against the coffee table.

He scoffs at the childish reason. “And what makes you think I do have one?”

“A hunch,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I also have just one.” You smiled, showing off your obvious singular dimple on your right cheek.

Bakugou glances at your dimple for a brief moment, eyes scanning over your face and the way that the dimple seemed to perfectly dip into the soft skin of your cheek. He almost found himself entranced for a moment, but his gaze returned to your eyes as he huffed out in mock disinterest.

He was about to dismiss your hunch—maybe just flat-out refuse to even show you—or come up with a lie. But Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t a liar.

“What happens if you win the bet?”

“I get 3000 yen,” you answered.

That’s a lot, he thought.

“I can pay you 3000 yen to shut the fuck up and stop with the useless questions.”

“There’s no fun in that!”

He scoffs again as he leans back against the sofa, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupidity. He eyed you for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he sighed. “And what happens if you lose the bet?”

“He gets 3000 yen.”

Bakugou almost wanted to laugh at the fact that you were putting so much faith and money on a simple guess, but he managed to hold back on the amused expression and forced himself to remain calm and unbothered.

He leaned back a bit more, relaxing against the plush seats, letting out a mocking “tch” before he said, “What if I don’t show you if I have a damn dimple or not?”

“Please? Oh my god, Bakugou. Don’t do this to me now! Kaminari’s going to do a ‘victory dance’ when he finds out he won by default,” you half-whined.

He was about to give you his final choice when suddenly you started whining at him. Bakugou rose an eyebrow at you, lips quirking to a frown. As idiotic as it is to him, it looks like it was quite a serious matter to you.

“Tch. Whatever.”

You threw your hands to your face, groaning. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Spare me some sympathy—and be a team player for once!”

He found himself fighting a scowl at the way you acted. It was somewhat different this time around, and it was making him feel weird. Damn it. You’re a goddamn nuisance.

“Alright, fine. Just—” He motioned with his hand for you to come closer, an almost annoyed expression on his face. “If you tell anyone else about this other than Dunce Face, I’ll make sure you don’t ever see the next sunrise.”

“That doesn’t sound heroic at all—but yes, of course!” you cheered. “Just a little smile, and I shall confirm the goods.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up,” he muttered under his breath, already regretting giving into your stupid request but at the same time knowing that he would never let Kaminari win against you in all circumstances possible.

He let out a huff and hesitantly let the sides of his own lips quirk up into a half-assed attempt at a smile, but from the way it was so rigid, it looked more like a painful grimace.

You gave him a confused, somewhat flat look in return. “Dude, you look like you’re about to shit yourself—mmph! ” You didn’t get to finish what you were saying as Bakugou’s palms immediately squished your cheeks together to shut you up.

“Oh shut it, dipshit,” Bakugou grumbled, his grip on your cheeks tightening ever so slightly as he forced you to pout your lips. “You were asking for a smile. I give one, and you wanna give me smart ass remarks about it?”

“I didn’ even gwet toh shee anythin’! That’s how bwad ith was,” you muffled out through pouty lips.

“Are you gonna keep yapping and bitching about what you asked for, or are you gonna accept my goddamn smile?”

“Fine, fine!” you yielded, pushung his hands away from your face. “Do it one more time, and I’ll actually check this time.”

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were wondering if you were going to actually do as you said or go against it and keep making smart-ass comments. But as you yielded, he let out a sigh and decided he’d rather just get this done and over with. 

Less hassle for him.

He repeated his ‘smile’ from before, which looked more like a forced sneer, and he waited for your verdict. This was his last straw; he was going to murder you (not).

You had to hold back your laughter but failed to do so. “I really can’t— Bakugou, please! ” you mused, hitting his shoulder playfully. “Your ‘smile’ reminds me of that time Kirishima had to hold the biggest shit before the bell rings.”

That caught Bakugou off guard. He remembered the memory of Kirishima’s panicked expression and the weird waddle he’d walked around in as he desperately tried to find a bathroom made Bakugou snort under his breath.

“Oh my god, you’re laughing!” you gawked. “And have a dimple! Just a singular one, like mine! We’re matching.”

There it was. A singular dimple on his left cheek.

Bakugou tried to regain his lost composure and let out a scoff in an attempt to mask the slight tint of pink that reached the tip of his ears. He forced his hand onto your face, shoving you (lightly, if he may add) away from him to prevent you from getting another look at his dimple.

“It’s not a worldwide discovery, dumbass. I can fucking laugh if I want to, and it’s just a fucking indent on the cheek.”

“Still cute,” you shrugged, pulling up your phone to text Kaminari. “I need to let Kami know that I won the bet, then we celebrate with bubble tea— my treat!”

“Hey wait— You—“

He tried to protest against your sudden celebration, wanting to tell you that he wasn’t going to let you treat him for anything. This whole damn thing started because of a stupid bet, and he doesn’t really find joy in gaining something from it, but as you pulled out your phone and began to text Kaminari, he sighed and leaned back again with his arms crossed tight against his chest.

“Whatever. You’re fucking annoying.”

“Kay,” you answered. “Also, your actual smile is pretty charming, if you ask me. It’s different from the usual sneer you have on your face. That’s just my opinion, though.”

Bakugou’s face grew a bit warm at your unexpected compliment, but he quickly tried to hide it and turned his head to avert his gaze away from you. His mouth opened to reply with a snappy remark or something like that, but he found himself hesitating.

He eventually scoffed and muttered a low, “Tch. Stop spouting nonsense.”

“Bakugou Katsuki has a singular dimple,” you sing-songed aloud, though you knew that no one would hear since his parents weren’t even home.

Bakugou felt his eyes twitch at your teasing, resisting the urge to tell you off and even going as far as to just punch your shoulder lightly. “Shut the fuck up, dipshit.”

He later found out that there was no bet, and you had just made up the whole scenario to confirm your curiosity. That Bakugou Katsuki does have a dimple, a singular one at that.

Could you imagine how furious he was?

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[flowafairy]

TONIGHT, GO CRAZY !

★ postscript. what i imagine the bllk men to be like at a christmas party. ★ feat. kaiser, rin, reo, nagi, sae, barou, bachira, shidou, isagi, otoya, karasu, aiku ★ contents. crack mostly, not really x reader LMAO

note. hello. i just wanna start this off by saying i am so so sorry for how late and rushed this is 😵‍💫. i scrapped my other multi cause the idea was sorta dumb and i didn’t know how to write it but.. merry ( late ) christmas and happy new year! hope you enjoy this silly little late gift <3

★ KAISER : WHO INVITED THE GRINCH BRUH..

absolutely does not want to be here, was forced to come because it was his birthday.. not that he actually cares about that. he probably got the most gifts, sent everyone like $1 as a return gift with a proud smirk—“money for the peasants, i guess.” his ass ate all of the cookies and would smack anyone who dared touch him.. ptsd ig 💙

★ RIN : PARTY LONER

not very fond of christmas after his brother dropped the bomb on him that he does not give 2 fucks about him. probably that one loner in the party who stays in the room upstairs. secretly wore a pendant that sae gave him on the last birthday they celebrated together, the picture being rin holding up sae’s trophy with a fond look on his face. christmas makes his heart ache with both nostalgia and sorrow.

★ REO : RICH AUNT

the rich aunt uncle, this motherfucker gifted every single person at the party something well over $1000, and the worst part is he knew exactly what to give everyone too. would brush it off with a “oh, its nothing. just spare change.” .. rich ass. screams in joy when someone gifts him something back, could be a $2 teddy bear and suddenly you’re opening your phone to ‘reo mikage has sent you $3000’.

★ NAGI : LONER #2

also forced to show up like kaiser. parties were never nagi’s thing, he’d much rather stay at home and play video games all day. it took a little bit of convincing ( and a lot of whining ) but he agreed to come if he could bring his phone. does not participate in anything, just lounges in the corner with the occasional damn it when he loses.

★ SAE : THE FUCKS A RETURN GIFT?

he came, with no gifts at all. according to him he expected everyone to be giving him gifts and not expecting anything in return.. i mean, his parents never asked him for a present back so could you blame him? yeah.. you kinda could. i could see him trying to make everything about soccer, imagine this: you’re unboxing your present and you get something like a new pan, and suddenly this bitch speaks up like. “shame its not a soccer ball.. this is why you suck.” someone tape his mouth now.

★ BAROU : PARTY HOST

helped hosting the party, cleaned the house spotless! he also probably cooked 70% of the food, thats what growing with sisters gets you :b. doubled as a security guard of sorts outside the house. except he didn’t ask for identification, he’d yell at you to take your dang shoes off before you walk in. spill anything on the floor? he is coming for you and your entire bloodline.. just kidding!

★ BACHIRA : “SANTA’S REAL..”

unironically believes santa is real, please help this man. to this date he still puts cookies and milk on the table. his mother used to eat them and keep a couple of presents under the tree, thinking he’ll eventually realise santa isn’t real.. which he didn’t. so when the presents suddenly stopped coming and no one ate the cookies, he thought he was on the naughty list forever and sobbed about it for 20 minutes.. poor guy. his heart shattered when isagi held his hand and told him santa isn’t real—he was only trying to help, he swears!

★ SHIDOU : “BRO YOU WEREN’T INVITED???”

shidou is the complete contrast from bachira. does not believe santa is real and crashes the party ( he was not invited. ) yells at children that santa isn’t real and started a tomato war at the party when someone threw a tomato at him and yelled booo! … thankfully, he was later kicked out.

★ ISAGI : SANTA.. NOT REALLY!

epitome of santa, the opposite of kaiser. made hand-made gifts for everyone.. well, almost everyone. ( did not bring one for kaiser <3 ) he had a mini concert at the party, singing his heart out until someone kaiser burst out laughing and started mocking his singing.. things got a little heated from there! lets just say the title of santa was taken away from isagi the moment his ass opened his mouth 💔

★ OTOYA : “WHERE THE HOES AT”

came for the hoes cause he was told there would be a bunch of hotties at the party, which there wasn’t.. but thats okay, he swings both ways! assaulted chigiri with his ninja moves until he got bored, probably pulled up a 10 slide presentation on why he should introduce him to his sister and that he’s got ‘the experience’.. yeah, he got slapped in the face.

★ KARASU : HO ACT LIKE HE A JUDGE..

everybody hates him. constantly judging literally everything.. “these cookies ‘r mediocre at best..” “i could gift ya somethin’ better cutie.” “damn, these decorations lame as hell.” you get the point. starts pouting like a man-child when isagi tells him to shut the hell up, he knows he deserves it but he just can’t help the lil itch in his brain to judge everything okay! ( he just like me fr.. red flag moment 💔 )

★ AIKU : HOES BEFORE BROS

cool unc of the party, drinks are on him alright. i can imagine him grabbing a random sharpie he found on a desk and suddenly giving out tattoo’s for a dollar, broke ass. works pretty efficiently until he’s being labelled a scammer when the tattoo turns out to look like dog shit.. cut him some slack, he’s no artist! leaves the party early when one of his hoes text him to come over.. ima slap the shit out of him n eita 💕

[the-gay-prometheus]

Important Update

Thankfully, as of Sunday, her symptoms started to improve, but we still went ahead with the stool sample to make sure that her immune system had finally kicked in and was fighting off the cocci on its own. Results today showed that the sample was now negative, which means we don't have to worry about any medication right now. That said $79.50 (receipt is screenshotted and included) is still a major blow when you've only got $140 to your name and no guarantee of employment and no other assistance.

So. I appreciate everyone who has shared this post and the individual who donated (and thanks to that individual, this is no where near as urgent now)! If anyone the ability to help me cover the rest of the cost I would super appreciate it and it would help a lot, but otherwise I'm not in panic mode at the moment.

Thanks to everyone who was so willing to help!

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Alright I hate to have to do this but I don't really have any other choice right now.

Hi. I'm Jay. Or Victor. Or Viktor. Any of those names work. I'm a disabled neurodivergent transmasc who is currently in unemployment hell because the few jobs I am physically capable of and meet all of the requirements for are also coincidentally all the jobs that either don't want to hire me, or just straight up won't get back to me. I'm sending out applications daily, so far I have gotten three interviews, one of which was for a job that it turns out I would not be physically capable of doing, the second ended up being filled before I could even get to the second interview, and I still haven't heard back from the third. Needless to say, I have absolutely zero income right now.

This is my cat.

Her name is Catra.

Catra recently got extremely ill to the point of needing to be hospitalized, which meant that between me and my family, she has recently cost well over $3000. At this point, my family cannot afford to help me with any more medical costs for her, and I can't afford to continue with extra medical costs for her if I want to still be able to feed her until I do manage to get a job. Thankfully she has made a very strong recovery, for the most part...

However, she is also now battling a nasty coccidia infection that seems to be resistant to the medication the vets had given her. Which means I am once again going to need to send in a $75 stool sample and pay for a different medication. My parents will not help now as they have already gone over budget for her and also believe it is my fault that I haven't been able to find a job, but I literally cannot live without this cat. I will not live without this cat. She is all I have left right now.

So that said. If you have even a little bit to spare, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm asking for $100 $79.50 to cover the stool sample and the medication. Thank you in advance.

Please make sure if you do send anything that you select the 'friends and family' option. If you can't send anything, I would appreciate reblogs and signal boosts. Thank you.

$36.26/79.50

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[disneytrampstamp]

Hey guys, so for those of you who don’t know, I’m in the process of getting an ADHD/Autism diagnosis. In Australia, this can cost upwards of $3000 for the appointments that are $100-$200 each, and then the $1800 cost of the official diagnosis.

I am getting this diagnosis to aid with my application to get on Disability, as I have lumbar disease, an inner ear disorder & C-PTSD along with undiagnosed Autism/ADHD & it’s been a long, hard journey to admit that I need help and can’t work a 9-5.

I have created a fund for donations, I turn 30 at the end of June & I’d love it if anyone has any spare funds to donate, and if you can’t, to share my post. It’s been hard this year after finding out I also have a brain tumor & I am trying my hardest to stay strong & keep my mind on the future and how good it’s going to be.

Thankyou for the reading this 💛

[testingthewatersss]

Kissing Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. this one is actually pretty tame tbhBucky Barnes x F Reader Oneshot 3000 words fluff, angst, comfort & kissing. 18+ MDNI  Bucky can't stop thinking about kissing. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

Kissing is something that Bucky has been fixated on for months, now.

He’s been out of the grips of HYDRA and settled into the tower for just long enough for his mind to be wondering away from the terrors that have been plaguing him ever since he’d first been dragged out of a cryo tank with blood that was on fire, and an arm that wasn’t his own.

At first, the breaks from panic had been so far and few between that he’d quarantined himself in his newly renovated bedroom and only dared to let himself within one metre of Steve, in case he suddenly forgot where he was and caused some kind of irreparable damage, but then, he’d met her…

He hadn’t meant to. He’d made every effort to avoid running into Tony’s younger sister, but then, when he had finally decided to eat, he’d snuck out of his room at three am, and he’d found her, messy haired and sketching at the breakfast bar, he’d been too stunned to run, so he stayed, and despite his initial reservations she’d rapidly become one of the only people in the world that he genuinely trusts.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” she coos, beaming at him from across the counter, “you’re starring.”

He is starring— She’s beautiful, kind, and patient, and her face is being lit by the sunlight that is just starting to pour in through the big glass windows, and despite himself, he’s been utterly captivated by the way her mouth is curling around the white coffee mug she’s drinking from.

She quirks a brow, and Bucky feels his cheeks burn red and hot as he averts his gaze from her lips.

Kissing, isn’t something he gets to do, no matter how badly he might want to.

They’re alone in the room. It’s early, and, they both know they have a couple of hours until anyone else starts to surface.

Even though he’s blushing, Bucky can’t help but let his eyes roll back up to Y/N’s face, he settles a little when he notices how her attention isn’t on him, it’s split between a book that’s propped open on the counter top and the coffee she’s holding in one of her hands.

Her teeth tug at the corner of her mouth, and he finds himself imagining what it would be like to let his thumb hover against the pink-

Stop it, Barnes, he thinks sternly, starring at a dame without her knowin' is creepy enough.

She goes to take another drink, but this time her gaze catches his. She offers him a smile, but he misses it, suddenly overwhelmed with the horrible sensation of being caught doing something wrong; He blurts out a “Sorry” that he hopes might spare him a scolding, and he makes a point of averting his eyes, focusing intently on the grey, marble surface before him.

When a soft hand lands on his cheek, he jolts back, throwing the stool out from under himself and stumbling into the wall with a crash that only startles him further.

He can’t breathe- He can’t think- The sound of something breaking is fresh in the air, and all he knows is that he’s done something wrong, that something bad is coming—

“Hey…” she exhales, calm, “You’re okay, it’s just me, alright? I’m gonna come closer”

Just like that blue eyes are wide, and once again insanely focused on Y/N’s face, though his thoughts are significantly less pleasant, this time around -

“You’re alright, I promise”

Bucky barely hears her, with the way his ears are suddenly thrumming with his panicked pulse, but still, he forces a jerky, obedient nod as the woman takes a cautious step towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him next, “That was my fault- I shouldn’t have touched ya’ without askin’-”

He’s panting, his eyes are wild, and Y/N can see the way that his metal hand is scratching at the smooth surface that he’s backed himself up against.

“Bucky” she calls, a little firmer now, “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

“Y-Yeah” he gasps, “Yeah — I- I… I’ll— I-” Don’t hurt me, he thinks desperately, I’ll do whatever you want—

A single deep breath is hardly much better than the way he’d been hyperventilating before, but, she thinks, It proves he's listening.

She almost wishes he wasn’t so focused on her, though, because the look on his face is devastating to see—

He’s barely blinking, so she offers him a comforting smile, before showing him both of her hands and taking another, slow, step towards him,

“It’s just me, okay?” she purrs, “Can I touch you, sweetheart? I’m not going to hurt you, I promise”

I’m not going to hurt you

He’s heard that before, more times than he can count, and it’s almost always been followed by cruelty. But this, this is Y/N, and she’s promising him, and she’s never lied to him before.

The nod he gives her is slight, but, definitely there so, she compromises by reaching out slowly, leaving a centimetre between his cheek and the skin of her open palm.

“It’s alright-” she whispers, seeing the conflicted crease in his brow, “-You’re fine.”

Bucky can feel the heat of her hand, he wants to lean in towards her, more than anything, but he’s so used to stillness meaning safety, that he decides not to risk it.

“Shit” he gulps, voice cracking with adrenaline, “I-I didn’t mean to— t-to break anythin’…”

Don’t be angry, he pleads internally, I can't even offer to pay to fix it, I could try, I guess-

Y/N throws a glance over her shoulder. She hadn't noticed anything breaking. Not that it matters. The stool is still lying on the ground, at worst she thinks there might be a crack on the bar, from where he’s grabbed it in his panic, but she can have it's nothing that couldn't be fixed in a matter of hours. She just smiles as she looks back over at him, shaking her head and re-thinking her approach by opening her arms in invitation;

“You're fine-” she repeats, beaming as he starts to move, tentatively shuffling into her embrace, “-C’mere, Buck— did you have a rough night?”

The second he surrenders and lets his brow drop to Y/N’s waiting shoulder, he crumbles. Tears are suddenly burning behind his eyes, so he shuts them, gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw aches in his frantic attempt to stop himself from crying.

She feels the change in his posture, and wraps her arms around him, stroking his back slowly, as he fights to control his breathing.

“Did you get any sleep?”

Her question makes his heart stammer urgently. He doesn’t want to lie, but the idea of being honest in with his answer is just as sour somehow.

“I- uh,- tried—” is what he whispers, urgently, into the crook of her neck, “—I swear, it's the beds or, or something, they don't feel like they used to-”

Her heart aches at the crack in his voice, she nods, and whispers out an “I believe you” that works at easing the tension. Something in her tone, whether it’s the gentle lilt of affection, or just the way that she is really not freaked out by this whole encounter is unclear, but it's there and he loves it.

He really just loves it.

“C’mon,” she purrs, pulling back a little, “Wanna eat somethin’, with me?”

Without meaning too, Bucky clings to the fabric of her t-shirt. The idea of losing a fraction of the contact she’s giving him so readily is painful.

She’s not oblivious to the way he’s holding on to her like his life depends on it— she’s known him for long enough to know that he flickers between states of total self-inflicted isolation, and a genuine need for the skin on skin.

It makes sense, really— He’s been touched-starved for god knows how long. He’s been locked up and tortured, and worse for a lifetime, and even though everyone had been warned about his status as HYDRAs ‘attack dog’, she’s always thought that from the second he’d started to trust her, the transition to ‘lap dog’ had been awfully fast.

“I-“ Bucky whispers, “I’m—‘m not- not r-eady” I’m not ready to let go, he thinks urgently, not yet.

“Alright, sweetheart” Y/N replies with the same gentle voice he likes so much, “We've got nowhere to be”

Bucky has no idea how she always seems to know what he needs to hear, but he takes it all the same; and she doesn’t try and draw back again, not when there is no reason for her to rob him of whatever small facet of comfort he’s managing to find in her arms.

She’s more than happy to remind him that he’s with friends, now, and not strangers who hurt him for no reason.

“You got plans for today, Buck?” she asks, once the rise and fall of his chest start to regulate, “Or are you a free-agent?”

“I… t-told Steve I’d check in… he’s— he’s been worryin’ about me”

She laughs at that, quiet and soft against the side of his head.

“He’s been worryin’ about you since 1942”

That makes him crack a smile, it’s small and unsteady, but it’s there, and as he unveils his face from her shoulder, Y/N sees it, and she can’t help but reach up to stroke his cheek—

Just like that, his focus is back to kissing.

His eyes are watching the soft curve of her lips, the pressure of her fingers against the skin of his face is drawing him in, and he can almost feel her mouth on his—

Y/N doesn’t question his obvious distraction this time, she just watches patiently as he stares at her with an expression she can’t quite place;

“So…” she exhales, “…Once you’ve let Cap’ seen you’re not in mortal peril, you wanna come hang out with me in my lab?”

“Yes,” he bursts, eager to agree, “yes, p-please I— I’d… I’d like that a lot—”

Bucky loves Y/N’s lab.

He loves the way that it’s full of incredible things that she makes an effort to explain to him, over and over again, even though he barely ever understands it anyway. He loves the way he knows where he can go, and what he can touch, and how it never feels like he’s going to get into some kind of trouble for existing in there, but more than any of that, he thinks, he loves her. He loves her being there, beside him, chattering away like he’s not broken, and touching her hand against his like he hasn’t murdered people twice her size—

“I was hopin’ you might…” Y/N coos happily, snapping his attention firmly back to her face, “…You never know-” she adds, “-You might even manage to get some rest on one of the couches-”

He shoots her a longing glance and hopes earnestly that she doesn’t know how infatuated with her he is. He suspects that she does know, though, when she leans in and presses her lips against his brow.

Kissing.

Y/N is kissing him.

It only lasts a second, but it makes his breathing stop all the same.

When she pulls back, grinning and still stroking his jaw with her thumb, he feels whatever had been left of his resolve shattering.

“If you're breakin' out the puppy dog eyes” she coos, genuinely concerned by the way tears are suddenly filling his eyes, “you must want somethin'... huh? what? You wanna head down right now?”

That's exactly what he wants.

He nods, sniffing lamely as he tries not to blink in case any more emotion spreads across his face. Y/N doesn’t say anything else, she just looks over at the elevator door and waits for him to pad away from her hands, towards it.

It doesn’t take long for them to make it to her laboratory. She scans them both in, and when FRIDAY makes her usual offer of preparing the space for their use, she dismisses the AI politely, with a single request regarding the heating being turned on.

To Bucky’s initial dismay, Y/N doesn’t even look at him— she heads straight for a cupboard, where she proceeds to stand up on her tiptoes in order to reach something that he also can’t make out.

When she turns on her heels, holding a thick, dark, blanket, he’s sure he’s seeing things.

“C’mon then, sweetheart— Pick a couch, any couch”

What?

He blinks at her dumbly, still feeling tears stinging behind his eyes.

She tilts her head and chuckles, before looking around the room at the three, different loveseats;

“Do you have a preference?” she reiterates, “or-”

“I want to stay with you” he bursts, unable to hold back, “I… I mean, I— I- I like, I-“

Y/N feels her heart swelling with flattery, he’s so sweet, so hopelessly hungry for affection and companionship that the idea of anyone hurting him makes her almost irrationally angry.

“Come on then” she exhales, reaching out a hand towards him, and opening and closing her fist in invitation, “Dealers choice”

His chest stammers nervously as he lets his flesh fingers close around hers. He can’t even begin to understand why she’s being so kind to him, but she is, and he needs it. So he doesn’t ask, he just follows behind her as she leads him to a dark leather sectional that’s tucked away in the corner of the room.

“FRIDAY, can you send Cap’ a message please?-” Y/N purrs, folding down on to the plush cushions, “-Tell him that Barnes is fine, and that he’ll catch him for dinner or something later on”

“Sure thing, boss”

She’s still holding his hand, watching him with an expression so lovely that he can barely handle it.

“I-I— I-” he mumbles, “I’m— uh—“

“Exhausted” Y/N cuts in, patting the space beside her, “C’mon, sweetheart, I’ve got some readin’ to catch up on, you can curl up right here and keep me company”

That little burst of encouragement is all it takes for Bucky to fight past the embarrassment he’s feeling and settle himself on the couch, before, he very, very slowly, begins to lie himself down, with his head in Y/N’s lap.

“There” she coos, approving, “lets just-“ she adds, throwing the quilt up, over his body, “That’s better, right? nice and warm”

He can barely comprehend the niceness of his position. He’s staring up at her, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s bringing their tangled hands up to his lips, so that he can press a kiss against her knuckles.

The gesture is so, so lovely, that Y/N can’t help but smile down at him, reaching across with her free fingers to start to stroke his hair back, away from his brow.

“You” she whispers, “Are the sweetest guy alive, y’know that?”

He doesn’t, he doesn’t know anything close to that. So he shakes his head and feels his eyes spilling over, down across his cheeks as he lets himself close them.

Everything feels too raw. He’s tired, exposed, and in love and he hadn't realised that morning, and now he can't stop realising it and it’s too much, right now, because he doesn't know how or when it happened, but she is one of the most important people in his life, and he’s just kissed her hand, and he didn’t ask first, and he’s sorry, and he’s scared and tired, and—

“Well you are…” she says, making his frantic thoughts slam to a halt, “…You’re lovely, and charming, and handsome—”

Suddenly, he’s staring again.

“I’m sorry” he gulps, “I- I really am, Y/N/N-”

That isn’t what she’d been expecting to hear.

She shakes her head, slipping her hand down, so that she’s stroking his cheek with her thumb;

“I… I mean it” he counters, “I- I shouldn’t h-have kissed you- I-”

“What?” Y/N asks, genuinely confused, “What are you talking, about Buck?”

“Just now… I— Y-your hand, I— I, I couldn’t help it, darlin’— I- I- I’ve been thinkin’ a-about kissin’— about kissin’ you, and I— I shouldn’t have— I- I just couldn’t— I-“

He’s getting so worked up that his nostrils are flaring. It’s painful to watch, so she wastes no time in slipping the hand she’s holding up to her own lips, where she kisses his knuckles this time, effectively silencing him instantly.

“You’ve been thinkin’ about kissin’ a lot, huh?” she wonders, after a moment of silence,

Oh, god.

His face is on fire.

His eyes are full of tears again, but he can’t tear them away from her face.

She’s smiling, and he can’t help but think that she looks like an angel-

He nods, too mortified to make his confession aloud.

“and is it just me you’ve been thinkin’ about?” she presses, a lilt of humour in her tone, “or is it Natasha, too?”

“No” he bursts, “No, Y/N/N.. it…uh, it’s just you…”

Bucky knows he’s caught. He knows that no matter how humiliating this whole thing might be, that lying is only going to make it worse.

“Well” Y/N exhales, expression thoughtful, “It’s been a long time for you, sweetheart, it’s only normal that you’re gonna think about things like that-”

A strange kind of bravery washes over him for a minute, and he shakes his head, looking right at her, as he speaks,

“It’s not that, doll, it’s-” he inhales, “It's you, I didn't get it but, I, I do now and I know it’s— it’s crazy and I- I shouldn’t be tellin’ ya but I- I just want ya to know that you— you mean the world to me, and I- I-” “It has been a while, though, right?”

The teasing in her voice cuts through the intensity of the atmosphere, and despite himself, and his crippling anxiety, Bucky finds himself scoffing.

“Yeah..” he agrees, “Yeah it… it’s been a while.”

Y/N beams at him, before kissing his hand again.

“I know I just got FRIDAY to make you dinner plans with Rodgers,” she says, “But he's had plenty of chances to third wheel already- how would you feel about givin' him a rain check? that way we can talk about our feelings for each other somewhere more romantic than my lab—”

His breath catches in his throat. His fingers tighten around hers and for a horrible second, Y/N worries that she’s totally misread the situation;

“W-what do you mean ‘feelings for each other’?”

It’s her turn to blush now, even though Bucky thinks he’s never seen anyone so perfect;

“Well I…” she murmurs, “I might’ve misunderstood you, sweetheart, but it- it sounded like you were sayin’ you-”

“I do” he’s quick to assure her, “Y/N/N, I— I mean… but you— you-”

“Am kinda sweet on you too”

The man in her lap offers her a smile that splits his face- She thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, even if he’s blatantly exhausted.

“So…” she sighs, beaming back at him “…You get some rest… I’ll finish some work that I can’t make Tony’s problem and then…” she purrs, stroking her free hand through his hair, “Then we’ll see about the kissing…”

Masterlist

[racheyace]

Enemy Territory

A Merman/Fairy Romance - oneshot

Finley is a freshly recruited scout Fairy and prays for his days of flying round in circles to bring him something more exciting to report back with. Careful what you wish for Fin.

This story contains some swearing, some ogling at giant mermen and some angst. Enjoy! Approx 3000 words

Only one hour into my shift and I already wished for my day to be over, I’d been offered the job only a week ago and had been so proud that I was even considered to be a scout and now I longed for an occupation that was more exciting. My patience has always been very low, and I had figured scouts saw more action, than anyone else in the village, which I why I applied in the first place.

What I hadn’t accounted for was hours of flying back and forth with nothing to do. It wasn’t often that a human or any other creature breached our borders, and the glamour kept them away anyway, I sat on a low hanging branch and wondered why we even needed scouts anyway if we were so thoroughly protected that nothing could even get close to us. And then I heard it.

“Fuck!”

The voice was distant and had come from an easterly direction, outside our borders and towards the beach that skirted nearby. It wasn’t a place that was protected with magic and so it wasn’t often that fairies ventured toward the beach, we had a freshwater stream that ran through our village and that seemed to be enough for any Fae who craved the water.

However, the stream wasn’t enough for me, I had become pretty familiar with the beach lately, having nothing else to do and broadening my scouting circles wider in hopes of catching something exciting. We had all been told stories of Sirens and Merfolk and to steer clear of the ocean for that reason, but something about the salty air and a sunset on the horizon kept pulling me back.

With caution, my wings buzzed to life as I carefully flew in the direction of the beach, perhaps it was a human, perhaps it was a siren, whoever it was had piqued my curiosity and I had to know what their issue was.

As I flew closer, the trees became more spares and I found a safe branch, high out of reach and with a good vantage point of the shore. There I saw the most interesting thing I had probably ever seen.

There on the sand was a merman, his dark skin glistening with salt water, his dirty blonde hair was so knotted and so long it just about reached his tailbone. And his tail, immense as it was, flicked in agitation spreading the blood further through his aqua scales.

He growled in agitation, trying in vain to grip the fishhook that had lodged itself into the back of his tail, high enough that he wouldn’t be able to turn his tail to reach it and at an angle that his fingers simply couldn’t reach. Now I could very well sit and watch this creature struggle and I would laugh, but he would then also bleed out, and though the Fae and Merfolk were sworn enemies, I had no intention of watching someone die.

Sighing to myself I had to make a decision, it had been well over a century since the Fae of our village had even interacted with one of the merfolk, I never paid much attention in our history lessons, I don’t even know what the war was about. Surely generations later, this Merman would have no reason to see me as a threat, I would make it clear that I simply want to help. Yep, that’s what I’ll do.

“Hey seaweed brain, you need some help!?”

His aqua gaze instantly landed on me, his scowl deepened but I approached anyway, sort of like a beached whale, I knew he wouldn’t be able to move quickly on land. I stayed out of arms reach regardless, circling him slowly.

“Not from the likes of you, Pest.” He spat; he raised a hand to swat at me as if that would get the hint across. Unperturbed though I was, I approached closer, this time hovering around the fishhook, another place I knew for a fact he couldn’t reach.

“I could just, you know-“ I placed a hand on the hook and he hissed in pain, writhing violently I quickly zipped further away again. His piercing gaze met mine for a second time, the vibrant blue of his eyes mimicking the colour of his scales and I shivered.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He roared and I raised my eyebrows at him.

A sat myself down on a rock jutting out of the sand, elbows on my knees as though waiting for him to figure it out himself then.

“Fine, I’ll just sit back and watch you bleed out then, can’t have any humans finding your body later so I guess I’ll have to bury you myself.” I sighed as though not looking forward to the future job at hand.

“You could just fuck off.”

“And have your discovery put my village in jeopardy!? Nope, it’s my job to ensure the safety of my fellow Fae, so I guess your stuck with me for a little while aye?”

He rolled his eyes before deciding to ignore me completely, he continued to struggle in vain to reach the fishhook. I must admit he was getting quite creative, twisting, and stretching his chiseled body this way and that, he even had the clever idea of trying to use a stick to reach, alas this only pushed on the hook causing him to hiss in pain again.

After probably an hour of failed attempts, he was starting to give up, his skin had grown paler, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep going much longer. With a powerful fury he slammed his fists into the sand.

“Neptune’s Ass!” He swore before slamming his body onto his side and breathing heavily, his back turned to me.

“I guess Merfolk really do swear like sailors.” I muttered.

“Piss off, midget.” His muttered response came.

I flew closer again, this time circling round to his face and resting my feet in the sand a good arm’s length away before offering my assistance again.

“Actually, midgets are human and quite a bit taller than the average Fae.” I said arms crossed over my chest. “You ready to accept some help yet? You’ve got maybe thirty more minutes before you bleed out completely.”

His eyes flicked toward the sand that was rapidly being soaked through with his blood before resting on mine again, he contemplated for a while before closing his eyes and muttering. “Fine.”

I smiled triumphantly and flew toward the wound site; I stood in the sand right before the fishhook and took a moment to marvel at the beauty of the scales before me. Each one twinkled brightly in the sun with subtle movements, each scale larger than my hand and I had to stop myself and hold back a boyish giggle as I realized I was staring at a Merman’s ass.

“Hurry up already!” The immense man growled from above, I rolled my eyes this time, wasn’t in such a hurry an hour ago I thought dryly.

I took a deep breath and grasped the arrowhead of the fishhook with both hands, pulling it out from this side would mean the serrated nooks on the hook wouldn’t pull chunks of flesh away with it. I planted my feet in the sand and pulled, the man overhead roared so loudly it continued ringing in my ears, but I guess I couldn’t blame him, this had to be painful.

“Al-most-THERE!” With one final tug I managed to pull the hook right through which sent me sprawling backwards into the sand and then my whole world shook. The Merman was moving, he swiveled his body around, arms falling and sinking into the sand on either side of me. My eyes bugged as his face hung low over me, I felt like I was going to shit my pants. This bastard was trying to intimidate me after I just saved his fucking life, is he serious!

“Don’t eat me!” I shrieked, my voice becoming embarrassingly high pitched as I clung to the fishhook, embracing it like it would save me.

“Gross.” His face scrunched up as though he didn’t see me as a delicious thing to be devoured, I was mildly offended, I would be a delicious snack! Shut up Finley!

“You Fae have healing magic don’t you, heal me.” He demanded, his eyes fierce and commanding.

I pushed the hook off of my chest and quirked an eyebrow at him, I couldn’t believe this man right now!

“I was going to do that anyway asshole, what would be the point of taking out the hook just to let you die anyway?”

His face softened then, and he muttered a half hearted ‘Oh’ before backing up a bit.

“Now turn around and give me your ass again.” I said standing and dusting off my hands when I looked up at him, his eyebrows were sky high holding an incredulous look.

“Ah, not like that fish-brain, just...turn around.”

He complied without another word, swiveling so that the wound site was once again before me, still oozing out blood. Healing was not my forte and it would likely leave a scar, but he would live.

I placed my hands on the wound eliciting a wince from the Merman, but I kept going, I recited the words I had been taught as a child, scarred into my brain like most essential spells had been at a young age. If I had practiced more, I’d be better at it, but this would have to do, my hands developed a soft green glow and seeped into the wound, slowly stitching the flesh and scales back together.

“Why are you helping me?” His voice was void of all aggression and malice that it had held throughout our entire interaction, replaced instead with a genuine curiosity, why would I care about the likes of him?

“Because your injured.” I said wondering why that hadn’t been obvious. “I guess I would hope that if you ever found a Fairy in trouble, maybe you would help.”

“Hmmm.” Was all he said in response, I finished up the healing spell and took my hands off of his tail, wiping the blood from his wound on my pants.

“Besides, I meant it when I said I’d have to hide your body if you died.” I continued, smiling at my handiwork and then wondering what I should do now. A part of me wanted to zip off back into the forest, this creature was my enemy and was very capable of killing me in an instant now that I’d healed him. And yet, another part of me wanted to stay, something about this man increasingly intrigued me and it wasn’t just his shimmery ass.

He let out a short laugh before swiveling back around slowly this time to face me, sitting comfortably in the sand, he eyed my handiwork briefly before speaking.

“You’re nothing like I thought a fairy would be.” He said simply, colour had come back to his skin giving him an ethereal glow as he blocked out the sun above from me, essentially casting me in his shadow, but I didn’t mind it at all.

A blush filled my cheeks as he continued to stare down at me and I shook my head with a laugh, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yeah? Well, you weren’t exactly like the fairytales either.”

The corners of his lips curved into a small smile, he then lowered himself down into the sand, laying on his stomach with his arms crossed in front of me, lowering himself to my level instead of looming over me.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Finley.” I said simply, unsure of what exactly was happening, he’d seemed so menacing before and now, he was almost coming off as friendly.

“I’m Kairos, it’s been interesting to meet you Finley.”

He held out a finger in front of me, a handshake, was I forming an alliance with Merfolk? Was this the start of a new era? Calm down Fin, you’re not that important.

We stood there awkwardly for what felt like forever, his eyes were large and curious as he seemed to drink in all five inches of me over and over, like a Faeling cooing over a ladybug.

“So, uh- I guess I’ll see you around.” I said shoving my hands into my pockets and flicking my wings ready to fly.

“You don’t have to go.” He said.

“Why do you want me to stay? You’re healed, wouldn’t you prefer to be in the ocean?” I gestured toward the large expanse of sea before us, the sun was almost at it’s peak, my shift would be over soon.

I wonder if this is something I need to report?

“I kinda wanna see what you’ll do next.” He stated as though I were some kind of side show attraction. “And besides I can stay out of the water for hours, I don’t come on land often, so I’m making the most of it.”

“What do you want me to do, juggle?”

“Go on then.” He flourished his hand inviting me to take to the stage.

“Piss off.” I laughed. “Besides I can’t really juggle…” I added as an afterthought. “I can do this though…”

With a whispered incantation, I brought two brilliant flames to life, one in each hand. They flew from my hands and collided together in the air, creating a large fire ball that then danced around his head and in front of his eyes which were wide in amazement. 

He reached out a finger as though to pop it like a balloon, before I could revert the spell, his finger touched the fiery ball and his hand jerked back as he hissed.

“It’s fire dumbass, it’s hot.” I said flatly, extinguishing the flame.

“That was fire?” He asked, clearly, he’d never been on land long enough to witness fire, well perhaps not close enough to know that it was hot.

“I guess you’d never see fire, living underwater.” I shrugged and then asked. “Do merfolk have magic?” It was a question that had been burning, I knew they were technically magical beings, but did that mean they could wield magic as the Fae could?

With that he planted his hands in the sand abruptly and pushed himself up to a sit, causing me to crane my neck back to keep on looking at his face, not that I minded a face full of his chest.

He flourished his hands at the ocean, and I was going to ask if he was, okay? I didn’t have to wonder long because after a few quick flicks of his fingers there was a bubble of water.

It floated on the surface of the ocean before Kairos beckoned it closer and it gingerly flew toward us before hovering above me. Within the watery sphere there were patterns forming as the water within it swirled in constant movement, it was mesmerizing, and then it popped.

“Bastard!” I swore as I was unceremoniously drenched with water from wing to feet, I gave my wings a flick, but they were heavy with water, great, looks like I’ll be walking home.

Above me the Merman was positively cackling with laughter, his shoulders shaking and his eyes sparkling with joy, right, so this was payback.

“Hardy Ha, very funny, you’ve soaked my wings through though idiot, now I’m stuck here.”

I realized my mistake as soon as the words left my mouth, I’d just admitted to a known enemy of the Fae that they had made me vulnerable, as well as revealing a vital weakness of our kind.

“Is that so?” His eyes turned dark like they had the first time his eyes had landed on me, with no warning whatsoever, the giant jerk had his hand wrapped around my waist, fortunately my hands remained free, and I readily started thumping on his knuckles.

My hands lit with flames, and I was about to show him a real show when he turned me around to face away from him and a warm breeze blew my hair forward.

I froze, flames dying on my fingers, and I fought to stop the involuntary shiver that ran through me as he blew another breeze over my wings. I twisted my head around trying to catch his face, but my eyes only zeroed in on his large lips pressed together as they blew another gust over me.

“W-what are you doing?” I barely mustered the words to speak at all, I was in some form of shock, fear, and confusion as to what the hell he was doing to me.

“I’m drying your wings, what does it look like?” His breath was so close to me that his words vibrated through me, and I couldn’t fight the shiver this time.

I managed a weak ‘Oh’ before another warm breeze rocked me, my body began to relax, my eyes closed and I sank into the oddly blissful feeling that came from each of his immense and gentle warm breaths against my body.

The feeling came to an end too soon however because he then began to lower me back to the ground, releasing me onto my jelly legs that very nearly gave way under me as I turned to face him once more.

“Well, it’s been fun shorty, but I should get going.”

I nodded my head like a guppy before shaking the stupor off of my face and actually responding.

“Yeah uh, me too actually, my shifts almost over so-“

“Thanks for saving my life.” He cut me off. “Will you be back to the beach again? Or have I scared you away for life now?”

“Ha, you my friend, are not scary, and yeah I visit occasionally, might see you here, maybe under better circumstances next time yeah?”

He laughed softly and gave me a small nod.

“See you next time Finley.”

With that he edged himself closer to the water and before I knew it, he was gone, quick as a flash and only a playful flap of his aqua fin to show that whatever had just happened had actually happened.

Smiling ruefully to myself I took to the sky and headed back towards home, perhaps being a scout wasn’t so bad and besides I was healing a relationship between Fae and Merfolk, what’s the worst that could happen?

[gt-abby]

Mar and Jake- Chapter 6

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----- 3000~ words

Mar never thought this would happen. She felt extremely dehumanized. As Jake walked, the bag shook. She saw him raise the bag flap, place her phone inside and close it, as he continued walking. She felt like a doll, like someone’s secret. She was hidden away and had no way of knowing what’s going on outside, where she was, or what time it was. She was surrounded by Jake’s things: a pen, a notebook, an apple, and a few more things she couldn’t identify. She was just one of his things, that he may or may not remember he put in his bag. She wanted to tell him this was wrong, that he couldn’t treat her that way. But in reality, she really couldn’t tell him what to do- he was so much bigger than her, he was the one in control. And he chose to hide her way yet within reach so he could do with her as he pleased. She wanted to tell herself he would never do such a thing, he’s a good person, he treated her so well in the past few days, but in the end, she was powerless in comparison to him- so the fear that he might mistreat her was always lingering. He was already mistreating her, anyway.

A sudden movement pulled her away from her depressing thoughts as she felt like the bag was gently placed down and the flap raised as giant hands lowered down and reached for her. That image was scary to her, she didn’t know who that was until Jake’s face appeared with a smile. He must have seen her face because his smile dropped.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked her, his hands freezing in place, hovering above her. But Mar shook her head. She didn’t even know how to explain how much she hated this, so she said nothing. He also sat there not knowing what to say. But there was little time to spare, so he reached inside and grabbed her with one hand, holding her like an ice cream cone and placed her on the dashboard.

“This isn’t very safe, but I figured you’d like it here better.”

Mar looked around and saw she was in a car- Jake’s car. Jake started his car and began driving, the sudden movement almost tipping her over. As he drove to his university, Mar watched from the dashboard, sitting on it with her legs spread to the side and her arms stabilizing her posture. Her broken leg still throbbed, but it was more manageable now. She watched him drive, carefully as to not make any sudden stops lest she fall, and she decided this was the perfect time to talk to him about her reservations.

“Jake, I’m sorry but this… I can’t do this; it feels really dehumanizing how you treated me this morning. Being inside of your bag it’s … it’s just wrong. I’m not one of your things, I -I really hope you don’t see me that way.”

“Of course I don’t see you as one of my things, that’s the last thing I’d want you to think but… I’m not very good at this. I’m sorry, I’ve never dealt with a small person before. I don’t think anyone has, so it’s hard for me to know what to do… I’m doing my best to help you, and I can’t afford to see you hurt yourself again, so I have to be able to be there for you, make sure you’re okay.”

“But I am okay,” Mar was quick to respond to him. “You don’t need to worry about me so much, there’s not much I can do anyways, especially now that I can’t even walk.”

“I’m sorry, you’re a danger to yourself, Mar, I saw you trying to walk last night and even with the chance of you doing that again and hurting yourself more when I’m not home… I can’t risk it.”

Mar turned red with anger. Did he really not trust her that much? So much so that he has to take away her autonomy? She turned to face away from him. She was so angry she couldn’t even talk to him anymore.

Jake sighed. “Look, this day is pretty short for me, anyway, and we’re already here. I’ll make it up to you when we get home, okay?” He knew he messed up. He could see she was holding back tears, but he had no time left to lose. He parked his car in the university parking lot and looked at all the other students walking around, from their cars and on to the grounds, towards the big entrance doors. Anyone could just walk to close and see her. He really didn’t want anyone to see her.

“Please, Mar, just this once. I can’t bear to see you get hurt.” He was pleading at this point. Begging her to let this go. She sighed heavily, trying to prevent the tears from rising up. He was just protecting her. He was only taking care of her the best he could… right?

“Okay, okay. Fine. Whatever. There’s not much I can do anyway, right?” she chuckled nervously, sarcastically. Jake knew she wasn’t joking. He heard the distress in her voice. But there really wasn’t much they could do.

“You ready?” he asked her, before even moving his palms towards her.

“Y-yeah… let’s hope this goes quickly.” He cupped her in his hands.

“I’ll put you in a safer place, okay? Closer to me. If there’s anything you need or want, absolutely anything, just poke me, alright?”

She nodded. He then placed her in an inner pocket of his jacket. He took the bag, slid the strap over the shoulder that was on the side she was at as to not squish her with it and got up, opening the door, locking the vehicles behind him and walking towards the entrance doors. He was late, but he didn’t dare break into a run. He just walked as fast as he could, while holding the bag in one place and the pocket Mar was in in another.

Entering the lecture hall, Jake sat at the back and opened his jacket, so that Mar could have more space. He leaned in and opened his bag, taking out his notepad and immersing himself in the lecture.

Mar watched his looming figure from inside the jacket. The smell was weird and overwhelming. Not bad per se, but not exactly pleasant either. She was sitting there awkwardly, here broken leg sort of leaning on her healthy leg to prevent any weight from being put on it as she leaned back onto the fabric. Suddenly the jacked was opened again and her phone was slid down into the pocket she was in. Mar was again reminded of Jake’s thoughtfulness and she could not help but let a small smile slide onto her face.

She unlocked it and began playing silently with the games she had installed to spend the otherwise boring time she has to spend, hidden away in plain sight.

—

Before they knew it, the lecture ended. Jake got up and walked over to his friends, saying hello, how are you etc. Mar blushed. There was something exciting about being hidden yet surrounded by a lot of people. As if she was invisible. She didn’t exactly know whether she liked this excitement or not, though. She listened to their conversation, and wondered whether Jake forgot about her or not. Was she so small she could be so easily forgotten?

“Hey Jake,” Mar suddenly heard a voice approach. “Can I have you for just a minute?”

“Umm sure, what’s happening, Emily?” Mar felt him walk a bit backwards before stopping. But before he could react, Emily pulled back his Jacket and revealed his tiny companion. The sudden movement made Mar feel a bit sick, but when she was revealed she instinctively cowered deeper into the pocket.

“I knew it, you have a tiny friend!” Emily half-shouted triumphantly. Jake quickly pulled the jacket from her and held it close to his body, ending up smushing Mar against him unknowingly. Both were blushing. Jake shushed Emily and pulled her towards a more private area where he was sure there was no one watching or listening. She was smiling broadly.

“How did you know?” he asked her quietly, still holding Mar close to him, her face turning bright red as she could feel his body emitting warmth, only a shirt preventing her from touching his bare skin.

“Educated guess.” Emily shrugged.

“No, be serious, Em, I can’t afford to.. oh… the parking lot …” He face palmed. Mar face palmed as well. That was the only time she was out in plain sight.

Emily smiled again, “bingo”, she laughed. “Come on, who is it? Someone I know? God I wish, this could be great.”

“What’s so great about it?”

“Now I know there are more people like me! Oh come on, show me!” she tried pushing his arm away but he persisted.

“Like… you?”

“Yeah, I never told anyone. But if I show you, you promise not to tell?”

“Only if you promise not to tell or invade my space again.” His voice had a hint of annoyance. ‘Our space’, Mar thought to herself. She prayed he won’t show her, but she couldn’t really do anything about that. She prepared herself to be manhandled again.

Jake then opened the jacked again and looked down at Mar, she nodded at him before he reached in and held her up to Emily’s face- which covered Mar’s entire field of vision. Emily gasped with a big smile.

“Hello! You’re not someone I know yet!” Emily’s giant eyes were examining Mar and that made her feel exposed, as if she were naked. Even if she wanted to reply she could take bring herself to speak. “Why are you hiding? Can’t you grow back?” Emily’s smile faded when she saw Mar’s face. She saw how terrified she was, how much she wanted to disappear. Mar shook her head and lowered her gaze. She felt tears well up again and she hated it. She hated that feeling that was so common to her in the past few days. She felt so vulnerable and helpless yet again. Emily refrained from touching Mar even though she wanted to, and it showed with the hands that were reaching, shaking faintly, towards the tiny figure.

“Do you… mind putting her on the table? Just for a moment.” Emily’s gaze returned to Jake, and so did Mar’s. Jake looked at Mar as if asking her and she nodded approvingly. He did so. Mar sat there awkwardly between two giants, not sure where to look, so she looked at the ground. Only then did Emily notice her broken leg. Before Mar knew it, Emily placed her hand in front of Mar and then, in a blink of an eye, they were at eye level.

Emily smiled broadly again. Mar and Jake gasped. Mar at first was worried, thinking she was shrunk against her will like her, but she saw Emily wasn’t panicking- rather she looked proud of it. She then took mar in for a tight hug. Mar was overwhelmed with emotion. Her eyes began dripping with salty watery tears as she hugged her back even tighter. Mar never thought she would feel a proper hug again ever in her life. Jake, on the other hand, was still in complete shock. He had seen Emily a lot on campus and even interacted with her on numerous times but he could have never guessed that she could transform like that. He never expected to see someone he knew, or thought he knew so well, have a whole entire other life, especially a magical ability. He watched the two tiny women on the table cry and laugh and talk with each other as his mind raced. He thought whatever was happening to Mar was only happening to her, as it sounded like from what she told him about her “dream”. But it seemed like there was a whole other world underneath the one he’s been living his whole life that which he was unaware of.

After a while, Mar let go of her new friend and laughed awkwardly, apologizing.

Jake then caught Emily’s gaze and all the question in his head spilled out of his mouth.

“Emily, I’d never have guessed you can do that, what? How? When? Who else? Is there anyone else?”

“Okaaay, calm down, cowboy, I’ll explain everything later. How about I come over this evening and we could talk privately and properly?” Emily looked between them as they nodded. She then shifted back to Jake’s size and winked at Mar, “see you both later.” And walked away swiftly.

Jake looked at Mar and saw the big smile on her tiny face. He chuckled. He’s never seen her so happy before. They exchanged looks before he placed her back in her designated pocket and on continued with his day.

—

Mar and Jake finally returned home and Jake quickly made them both something to eat. As they were eating Mar asked him, “hey, if I want to, say, take a shower, how can we make that happen?”

“You excited for Emily’s visit?” He teased her.

“Well… yes but that’s not the point,” She hoped to God he couldn’t see her blush. “I haven’t washed myself in days, and I’ve been wearing the same clothes ever since I, well, got this way,” Mar gestured at herself.”

Jake thought to himself for a while. A shower wouldn’t be possible, but a bath could, if they designate a bowl for it in the sink. The bigger problem was the clothes. They had nothing in her size. He could go out quickly and get doll clothes, but they might not fit her or be of a good enough quality. He could wash the ones she was shrunk with and dry them rather quickly. The biggest problem they had, though, was her bandages. They needed to replace them anyway. He relayed those thoughts to Mar quickly and waited for her decision. She opted for the bath and the quick washing of her clothes. So with Jake’s help they arranged everything- he placed a big enough yet not too deep bowl in the bathroom sink and filled it up with water and a bit of soap and mixed it up. He placed Mar next to the sink and walked out of the room. Mar then took off the bandages and clothes for the first time. She covered herself in hand towel and called him back in to take the clothes to wash them. After he left, she got into the bowl and began washing herself. That was extremely relaxing. She tried her best to ignore the fact she was bathing in a freaking bowl, one she probably ate cereal out of once. She pushed the thought away and continued washing herself out of the sweat and grime of the past few days.

In the meantime, Jake hand washed her teeny tiny clothes. He couldn’t help but feel those butterflies in his stomach, they were so small… he could fit his pinkie though the neck hole of the shirt. He could barely hold her socks between two fingers without losing them, so he placed them in a small bowl to keep track of them. As he rubbed the shirt against his other palm to rub off any stains that he couldn’t see even if he tried, he began to worry about Mar again- what if she fell and couldn’t get back up because of her injury? What if she’s calling for help and he can’t hear her? But what if he barges in and invades her privacy? His heart became heavier with every worrying thought that came to his mind. He finished washing Mar’s clothes and went over to the bathroom, knocking at the door.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, worry rising in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m good, just give me a few more minutes.” He heard her shout through the door.

With a soft reassured smile, he returned to the kitchen and held Mar’s tiny clothes up on one palm, while another hand held up a hairdryer to his palm and began drying them.

After a while, he came back to mar, who covered herself with the towel again and gave back her freshly clean clothes, folded as best he could (he failed but Mar didn’t say anything), and new bandages and toothpicks. Mar carefully wrapped her leg again and put on her clothes as Jake waited for her outside the door, then took her back to the living room.

“Ah, I feel much better now.” She said with a smile. Jake returned her a smile and looked at his watch. It was already almost nighttime, and Emily hasn’t arrived yet. He contemplated calling her when he realized he didn’t have her number.

“Why don’t we watch television until she arrives?” Jake asked Mar, trying to mask his nervousness. He was still in shock, unable to grasp the fact that she can shift her size like that. Has he been blind to the world around him all this time? Maybe there were so many hints and clues that he had totally missed.

Mar looked up at Jake from the coffee table and saw he wasn’t really watching with her, As he just tuned on the TV, staring at it with his leg jerking up and down nervously. She was about to ask him what he was so deep in thought about when they both heard a knock on the door

Mar agreed and he turned on the TV, still deep in thought. Is there anyone else he knew that had superpowers related to their size? Could Mar perhaps learn to change her size and become like Emily? So many questions he couldn’t wait to ask.

[rookthorne]

Duuuuude! You are so incredibly talented. May I ask, how do you make your graphics? Everytime I see one, they look fucking amazing. What program/s do you use? And how hard are they to learn?

nonnie! you are coming for my heart like this! 🥹😭

of course you can ask! I am always willing to help out anyone creatively where I can.

this is quite a spill so I have the explanation underneath the cut! 🥰

I use 2 programs, and it depends what for -

my gifs, headers, icons, and dividers I use adobe photoshop.

my collages for my writing social media and my wattpad, I use canva.

I want to give credit where it is due and say I learnt how to make gifs and graphics from my best friend, @sgt-seabass. she took me under her wing and from there she's taught me how to operate photoshop and make the gifs like I do, and since then, I branched out and fucked around with the program and that's how I got where I am.

as for how hard it is to learn, personally, it is not hard at all.

gif making can be challenging but I also don't have so much of an affiliation for them, and I like keeping them simple. header, banner, and divider making is my bread and butter. I fucking love making them and I just... I don't know. I love doing it so much, and I guess my passion shows.

the most important thing to making graphics look seamless and effortless is familiarity with the program you use, because if you don't know your tools, you don't know shit, basically. I would really recommend getting to know the software you choose to use - play around and make some dummy designs and make mistakes. making mistakes has helped immensely in my creative process.

learn the dimensions for posts and pixels, too. it can be different for all blogs!

I use the following for my blog: (all in pixel measurement)

line dividers - 600 x 5

thin dividers - 600 x 15

thick dividers - 600 x 25

headers - 3000 x 1000 the squares for these headers are 1000 x 1000

blog header - 640 x 360 even when transparent, like the two I use, they are still the above dimensions.

disclaimer banner - 2000 x 300 (the bigger the canvas, the better the transparent elements show)

if you have any other questions, my love, my inbox is always open! 💗

honestly, I would be open to doing tutorials when I have some spare time between these events - would that be something that's helpful? lemme know, chaos kittens! 😘

[dulcet-catharsis]

HELP NEEDED WITH CAR REPAIRS

If you see this and you have any money to spare, please please help me. I'm a poor trans college student who has been struggling recently after a major car accident in July. I managed to find a replacement car, but the dealer I bought it from lied to me and the car needs over $3000 in repairs in order to be road-worthy again. I'm not able to get help from anyone else, so if you see this please consider donating. I need this car for work, and if it isn't fixed soon I might not be able to work and/or pay rent. Any amount helps, I am unable to afford this without assistance. If you can't donate, please at least consider reblogging this post.

If, for whatever reason, you need to contact me, feel free to either shoot me a DM here or on discord.

Discord: catharsis0799

PayPal: @catharsis0799

Cashapp: $catharsis0799

$0/$3000 Raised

[longeyelashedtragedy]

i have 3000+ words of a frank/mason fic, referred to here as "bitter mutual cheating," that i like but don't know where to go with it at all so it's been sitting around for months. thots?

[slightly nsfw text below the cut]

this takes place in january 2020, soon after mason's, uh, 21st birthday. age gap troll anon where u at? chelsea have won at home (i just googled and realized that a game that would fit all the parameters i set up in the fic uhh....doesn't exist.....so either i change something slightly or just suspend your disbelief, i'm not sure how many people reading are actually chelsea diehards 😂). frank and mason are going at it in the physio room or something. it's quite late after the game. mason still has his football socks on. frank is fully dressed in a nice outfit! they are Happy and In Love obviously!!!!! as they affirm to each other.

frank's phone rings and it's Christine™️! frank ignores it, but she calls back, and he looks kind of panicked and he picks up much to mason's despair! plus, it's uh...a very awkward time to pick up the phone, shall we say.

christine is dripping with bitterness wondering where frank is so late and why she hasn't heard from him at all after the game. frank makes some desperate excuse but christine is a grown ass woman with her own career and 100% no fool--she's clearly suspicious and then tells frank she's going out on an unexpected late-night "professional dinner" with a young and handsome tv guest from out of town. frank is somewhat hypocritically Not pleased to hear this but christine is like Tough Titties, it's a "professional engagement," and hangs up on him. this whole time, mason can hear both sides of the conversation and is dying from how uncomfortable and wretched this situation is! (WHY DO I WRITE THESE TYPES OF SCENARIOS LOL)

frank is like well uh silver lining guess i can take you home with me now? keepin' it classy. mason is so uncomfortable but also wishes he could end superfrank's misery and despair and make him happy, even as he acknowledges to himself that that's a weird thing to want because it's frank's fault that he is in this situation! (i mean, it takes 2, so mason isn't necessarily 100% without blame, but also i don't think a 21 year old sportsboy is thinking about that) (and we do know that power differences make things complicated)

so he takes mason back to his spare apartment and on the way christine texts him a photo of her with the Handsome TV Guest and mason just wants to cheer frank up and get out of the situation. they get into the apartment and frank wants to drink, as he does, and mason's not in the mood for that. mason looks around and notes the traces of his birthday celebration a couple weeks ago that still remain.

and that's where i'm stuck! i have no idea what should happen next?!?!?! (or if anyone other than me would even read this lol)....help?!

[doumeki]

Help this sweet girl and her family!

Hey there, we’ve never really done this before, but im reaching out to the community on behalf of my best friend alexis. she’s been through some really tough times this past year, but despite everything she started a new career as a tattoo artist and has been working hard to save up money.

Ive known alexis for almost 12 years, she has the biggest heart and is also an animal lover. She and her family have taken in several stray cats, caring for them and providing for their needs despite not having much money.

Recently Tobi, the kitty pictured above, was diagnosed with lymphoma. Only 3 years old, she is absolutely adored by the family and this has been a hard hit. the testing and ultrasounds alone have already amounted to over $3000, and although lymphoma is treatable in cats, the treatment will likely be very expensive, and her family is struggling to find the funds.

I know it’s hard right now, but if anyone has some money to spare, it would mean a lot to me if you could help my best friend. all funds will go toward covering Tobi’s vet bills and helping Alexis get back on her feet after having her savings wiped out by these unexpected expenses. If you have questions please feel free to message me. Thanks in advance ❤️

Gofundme

C/ashapp: $Sweetclove

[theyhaveacavetroll]

So, remember when I said my car had been stolen? They found it. It has 3000 dollars worth of damage, and the parts are on back order because now apparently "the kids" latest tiktok challenge is fucking car theft. I can't afford a rental for another week, so here I am, once again asking for support if anyone has anything to spare. My PayPal is rosesandtwilight@gmail.com. I'm going to go home, cry some more, and then see exactly how much ice cream I can eat in one night.

[write-orflight]

I’m Cia being an adult news,

I’ve been paying a debt off from my first student apartment and I needed proof that I’m paying on time(which I have been) for my new place and essentially they told me fuck no not until I finish paying it but I need it before I can move so yea I’ve been crying all day.

[ikindamaybewanthertositonmyface]

Hi, my name is Dahlia, that's not me up in the header image of course, that's my kitty Stormi, I'm not all that comfortable with my appearance so I figured I'd share her cuteness instead.

So I feel kinda uncomfortable doing this, but recently I wound up 3,000 dollars in debt, and I'm required to pay off 300 dollars of it each month. But I really cannot afford to do so all on my own. I barely have any money in the bank to speak of, and my only source of income is 700 dollars a month that I receive from Social Security Disability, which I've been on since I was 18. Normally this 700 is actually just enough for me to get by each month, but now with 300 dollars of it going towards paying off this debt, it's left me in a pretty bad place.

I of course have bills to pay for, including for rent, among other things. And then I also have about a dozen or so medications to pay for, medications that I need for my Depression, Anxiety, and OCD. Along with the ones for my Hormone Replacement Therapy, which I've been on for almost 4 years now.

And so the 400 I'm left with after paying off the debt each month is just not enough for me to get by.

It's lead to me having to borrow from the few friends I have just to get by, and they are all having hard enough times getting by as well, and I don't want to keep putting the burden on them. Especially when they can't afford it either.

So all in all the situation I'm in just has me having daily panic attacks, as I'm just so scared and worried about what I'm going to do, and even with all the medications I'm on, my depression and anxiety has just been out of control lately.

So last night I was talking to a friend about all this, and they suggested I try making a Go Fund Me page. Originally I wasn't sure about that, I mean it's not like I'm in a medical emergency or anything like that. And I felt, and still do feel kinda bad at the idea of asking those I don't even know for help when there are probably people out there who deserve it more then I do. But my friend assured me that things like this, the situation I'm in, is exactly what Go Fund Me is for. So here we are.

I honestly don't know if anyone will even help me out here, I can be pretty pessimistic at times, and since all this got started it's just been so much worse. Plus I know that times are hard for everyone right now. But anything you could spare would help me out a whole lot. Or if you can't help out by donating, please consider sharing this link on any social media sites you use to spread the word. Thank you.

Also, if anyone likes the pic of my kitty, I'll gladly share more pictures of her in updates, I have tons of them. :D