#my dad loves this too so am very hap

[xeenok-laboratories]

Get’chu a man half yer height that’s perfect as a snuggle buddy, an’ get’chu a man who can make a bloody mountain of alien corpses like it’s no big deal

Just some more radikuri while I draw up a whole ass illustration an’ possibly some concepts an’ info on this AU I’m writin’

Shit’s gonna be slow goin’ tho since I got a job an’ art/writer’s block that likes t’ kick my ass way too often. But I wanna give y’all some half decent shit t’ read, yk?

A’ight I’ll be back in a li’l while so hang tight

[bangjiazheng]

Today morning (16.10.2024 07.02 ) I logged into 【tumblr】 in the morning(1st)

Today morning (16.10.2024 07.02 ) I logged into 【tumblr】 in the morning(1st) This is today's my 1st log into【tumblr】(Nearly this time(almost at the same time),I also login in facebook too.)

Today morning,noon,I will do many houseworks. Recently,Before I go to the Czech Republic,Many necessary houseworks and perparations every day………… After Serious And Happy Recording,I will go down form the Internet,turn off the computer,And doing houseworks. After doing houseworks,I will go back to the Internet,Continue learning Czech language.

Yesterday,I did some houseworks. Recently,Necessary houseworks are increasing,Affect my learning Czech language.( ………………) Today morning,I am learning Czech language,Very Seriously,Very Happily!!!! Learning Czech Language,Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!

Last night,I am tired,I used up a lot of physical energy(Listening Czech language sleeping),Happy Happy!!!! This morning,I got up,continue learning Czech language,Happy Happy!!!!

Last night ,I learning Czech language Very Serious,Very Happy!!!! I used up a lot of physical energy,Listening Czech language sleeping. When I go to sleep,I am Very Happy!!!!Very Happy Very Happpy!!!!!! I am listening Czech language sleeping,Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!

I slept very well,Very Happy!!!! I recovered a lot of physical energy,My condition of learing Czech language is very well. Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!

After Happily sleeping(listening Czech language sleeping Happily),I recovered my physical energy. Now,I am in very good physical energy condition,Learning Czech language,Happy Happy!!!!

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【Special Explain】Today morning,Sleeping more time,Not on purpose!!!!

This morning,The double-bell alarm clock ringing in advance. I set 2 alarm clocks at 05.45,But it ringing at about 05.50,before 05.00…………I wake up,turn off it,and fall asleep again. Another electric clock ringing at 05.45,ringing 3 times,each time 1 minute.But I didn't heard it. I sleeping until about 06.30,My dad called me got up………………I slept too deep,Didn't heard another alarm clock,Sleeping more 45 minutes,Not on purpose!!!!

Yesterday evening,When I was recording,I falled asleep in front of the computer table……………… I used a lot of physical energy.Now,I got up,Recovered physical energy,Happy Happy!!!!

I will pay more attention to the alarm clocks,And test them more………… Today morning,Sleeping more time,Not on purpose!!!!

Bangjia Zheng

16.10.2024 morning Special Explain

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Today, where I live, the temperature is 21 degrees Celsius to 23 degrees Celsius, the outdoor temperature is 21 degrees Celsius, and the indoor temperature is 23.7 degrees Celsius. Today morning,I got up,Started learning Czech language,Happy Happy!!!!

This morning,When I got up,I will doing houseworks at first.

After doing houseworks,I will learning【B1 textbook】【Lesson 12】in depth, Very Serious,Very Happy!!!! The theme of 【Lesson 12】 is 【 Culture And Art】,I am very familiar and interesting in it. Very Meaningful And Very Happy!!!! Learning Czech language is Very Happy!!!!!! Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!

Today morning When I started doing houseworks(After doing houseworks,I will statred learning Czech language),I found that I am Very Happy!!!!Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!Very Very Happy Happy!!!!!!!(Happing~,Happing~!!!!!!!!!!………………) Why am I so happy learning Czech language???? Because: I Love Life!!!! I Love Czech Language!!!! I Love Learning Czech Language!!!!!!Learning Czech Language,I am Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!………………As Happy As Learning The Universe!!!!!!!!!!!………………Happing~ Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………………………Happy Meowing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!……………………………………(Note: As Happy As A Middle-Aged Big Good Meow,Happy Happy!!!!)…………………………………………

I Love Czech Language!!!! I Love Learning Czech Language!!!!!!Very Happy Vey Happy!!!!!!!!!!Very Very Happy Happy!!!!!!!!!!!…………Happing~,Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………………… Learning Czech Language, Very Seriously And Very Happily!!!!!!!,Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!………………Happing~ Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!……………………………………

After doing houseworks,I will learning Czech language Very Seriously,Very Happy!!!! Learning Czech Language,The Happiest The Happiest!!!!!!

Now,I got up started doing houseworks,Very Happy,Very Happy!!!! And,After doing houseworks,I will continue learning Czech language,Happy Happy!!!! The Happnesses of my learning Czech language couldn't describe in any words,Because Too Happy!!!!!! Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!Happing~,Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………………………………Happy Meowing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………………………………………………………………(Note: As Happy As A Middle-Aged Big Good Meow,Happy Happy!!!!)………………………………………………

Bangjia Zheng I doing houseworks,Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!

16.10.2024 07.02

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP8. Replay Part 3

Bernkastel figuring out that "Lambdadelta's plan" is bullshit was slowed down by the fact she had no friends.

EVA uses her magic to clear the sea of kitties from the room with the key, giving Ange and Battler a chance. EVA leaves letters with a red string to guide Ange, and Ange remarks that they can be trusted because they were written by someone who was always at her side... Narration remarks how Ange would get hurt a lot by the cat box being opened towards all, but the goats couldn't care less... Everyone's fighting to the best of their strength, with no mistakes and - Goddamnit Gohda.

Erika finds out the truth and everyone tries to murder her immediately, Beatrice tells her to fuck off. Meanwhile, Bernkastel finds out the trick and forces attacks on Battler's group. Ange decides that even a 1% chance to live is a chance worth taking, I am so happy to see how she has changed her view. Lambdadelta makes herself lose to rock paper scissors, deciding to certainly not be a spectator and go with them for the happy ending.

They are using the power of 3d to have basic candy models explode during this ending, btw. And whales. It's really cute how much their love and friendship is remarked over and over. Even when blowing each other up no one can argue the fact they love each other.

We cut to the fight for the Golden Land again here, Then back to Ange and Battler. Ange feels about going back alone, and then Battler tells her that she must fight and we get this interaction....

It makes me very happy every time the game remarks how Ange has grown. Anyways, Bern eats Lambda and Lambda explodes inside of her.

Oh huh.... now that I think about it those ep2 scenes with Shannon and Kanon certainly were interesting in that they established Shannon and Kanon as real people people outside Rokkenjima can perceive.

All the talk about how people's recollections of you can give way to half-truths that don't match up to the fullness of that person is making me think about how the way people close to me have died and how the way people remember them has hurt me and others in my life, it's definitely, won't go into detail too much but this scene's giving me a lot to think about.

Erika calls Rosa a serial cheater which is.... never the vibe I got from her remotely? I don't think there's much to say about her relationship with Maria's dad, but everything afterward gave off the vibes of not being in a committed enough relationship for "cheating" to be a thing. Aaaah, I feel really bad for Erika in spite of everything now...

Erika and Beatrice get into a final duel, Beatrice saying they have already won because Ange is already choosing to live in the future. We cut back to Battler and Ange, Featherine arrives and Lambdadelta starts freaking out.

The moment where Lambda attacks still feels really cool even on reread. I actually like it way more on reread now that I saw how Lambdadelta was such an ally the entire time....

Featherine simply writes that Lambdadelta is already dead, though, and Lambda can't even understand what happened... Lambdadelta calls her a monster.

I... honestly forgot the punch for a second myself. Was shocked at the same time Featherine was. Bernkastel "remembering what pain is" and these lines really do kind of demystify Bernkastel and make it pretty obvious how she's a bitter person who hates Beatrice and co for human reaons, I think.

Bernkastel is also the main character in some game board, so this is her lashing out against herself as well. And the complete abandonment of Featherine is a little sad to think from her perspective.

Bernkastel pulls the red truth that no one will come back to her towards Ange again, Battler dies in front of Ange, but even if Ange still struggles at seeing this, it's not like she hasn't gone through this song and dance a couple times now... she won't let the red truth destroy her miracle.

The tacit inclusion here of Beatrice as part of her family makes me so happy I want to cry.

Ange's eagle fucking explodes the whale oh my god, Bernkastel then just keeps throwing red truths at Ange that definitely won't work anymore. Bernkastel is turned into a kitty. Featherine reveals Lambda is safe in the audience seat.

Ange goes on to make her choice in front of the 2 golden doors...

Ange assures everyone that this isn't goodbye... not because they will always be with her, but because she still believes in them coming back to her. After making her choice, and being given the doll by Kinzo, Ange is back at the top of the skyscraper and she makes the decision to step back. Ange has decided to live.

EVA and Battler close the door that leads into Ange's future, confident she can handle things on her own from now.

Erika has... mixed feelings about the events it seems. With how many insults she threw at Ange for wanting to kill herself I got the vibe she didn't want Ange to kill herself. Not like she'd be broken up about it either but I think her ideal ending was the trick ending, having someone who can understand what the truth did to her. She seems a a bit both impressed and displeased she can live with the truth while not turning into a bitter person. Battler cheers up by saying she isn't a witch at all, but the detective.

Hachijo takes away the Book of Single truth and chides them for disturbing the sleep of the dead with rumors, and takes the book herself. Life became a little easier for Ange as people are less willing to be goats.

We cut to Battler the scene of Battler and Beatrice in the same place where Kinzo and Beatrice met, Beatrice shows the motorboat to Battler and tells him to leave.

I am going to cry even though I remember this scene perfectly.... Sayo definitely does not consider her life worth living anymore. All the cousins except Battler are dead, and she blames herself for that. She already didn't consider her life worth living before everything happened but after seeing the state of Rokkenjima, man, I can't imagine her mental state, even if Battler probably eased her heart a little... Battler takes her off Rokenjima but it's just not that easy. She's playing strong for Battler's sake, too... putting up the Beatrice persona. But her heart is too wrecked by now and it's too late.

This scene is destroying me. I want her to reach the realization Ange did. I want her to be able to see the futures thtat I am sure she could have achieved.... but I know how this ends and every line destroys me more and more.

Beatrice tells Battler that she is an evil witch who can't keep living.

Battler and Beatrice and Battler fall down with the catbox, together, forever.

Ange thanks Okonogi for being the person to her that without love, the truth can't be seen. Okonogi was given in the Ushiromiya group so he's obviously pretty happy with the arrangement, and this also guarantees Ange's survival by making sure no one will be after her.... Ange reveals how she's going to in a journey and becoming an author so she can impart magic to other children.

Ange opens up her life as the last witch, ANGE BEATRICE.

[isca-rambles]

6x09 aka you've got this just two more episodes left and each one has a great Chenford moment so it's on the up and up now. We've hit rock bottom, we can do this; says the very stable woman to herself. Grey is such a good protective dad. Tim, please. Honey. Okay so it's Lucy's birthday and aside from that card from Tim and Aaron's mention of a present, she gets literally nothing else. Maybe there's something off-screen. But nothing from John? He just waltzes in, there for Celina, and just not a little hap birf? He asks how she is and obviously didn't expect her to be honest. Doesn't offer her a hug or pat on the shoulder. A sympathetic 'I'm sorry, you've been through a lot lately, hey let's go get drinks and catch up after shift'. You're meant to be her friend, John. Agh. Okay, Angela earns points back for telling Lucy. She knows Lucy has been left out of so much and knows Lucy still cares about Tim. Hell, she knows Lucy still loves him. So Angela knows how important it is that Lucy know what happened this time. So yes, Angela, you get points back. Kudos. Also the fact that she seems to tell Lucy but Wesley wasn't aware? Or maybe he's surprised she's telling Lucy? Idk. And can I just with the sweet way Lucy says hi when she answers the phone? Actual sushine. No-one deserves her. No-one. Maybe Kojo but no-one else. But yes, Angela is slightly back in my good books for that. And a good mirror for telling Tim back in S2 about Lucy at the speed dating having a moment. Because she thought he'd want to know. Detective Lopez will always be the captain of this ship. I was ready to mutiny but I'll trust her at the helm a little longer. I need some Chenford teasing from her in S7 when she seems them back in a better place though. God, Lucy's face when Tim calls Nolan and not her. And it's because he's his union rep, Lucy knows that, but you can still see that hurt. Also, Nolan, where the fuck was her union rep during the shooting? HUH?! HUH?! Ahem. Charlie you're better than this client. Also Monica that dress might look vaguely fashionable but that is not a comfortable dress. At all. Not even like 1% comfortable. C'mon. Also your offices look like shit. Blair, I have zero pity for you. You absolutely deserve whatever comes your way. Do they have zero cameras in the parking lot? Or anywhere? Don't you go after Grey you asshole! Gaaah. Must protect my fictional babies. Baby Jackson is adorable as heck. I imagine invisible baby girl Wopez is too. God, Lucy is just too good for this world. She has so much resentment and anger and guilt and anxiety and pain inside of her and she pushes past it all to check on Tim. She knows he's going through hell and it's killing her to not to be able to support him. She knows, at the very least, he needs a hug. And Lucy hugs are magical.

Can we talk about Tim's face? He looks terrified. I also want to hazard that there is the barest hint of hope. For a second I really think he thought she might try to kiss him. Or maybe just hoped. It wouldn't have been good for either of them, but there's probably a part of him dying for her to kiss him. Just for a second. But the hug. Oh god the hug. He melts into it instantly. No hesitation. He's in her arms and surrounding her body with his own and he is gone. He's safe. It's a fleeting moment but he is safe. His eyes are closed and he just sinks into her so completely. "I am now" Oh my god. The way their voices both shake. The way she holds him even tighter and closes her eyes. For a second they can both forget the past few weeks/months ever happened. They're together and they're in each other's arms - the safest they've ever felt. And they both leave the hug at the same time. No-one initiates it ending. They're in sync and holding contact that extra secons. She fixes his collar. She's so gentle with him. Like she needs to be touching him too. The hug isn't just for him. She needs to know he's okay. Angela's eyes instantly going to Lucy when the door opens and staying on Lucy until Nyla takes her away. Also, girls, you're both still minus points for how you've treated Lucy. You can't go ignoring her after the detective's exam and everything else and then go dragging her into your UC op. Admit you need her. Admit you respect her. Admit she's good. Make it up to her. Got it? Good. Continue. Celina, absolute cutie. Also I will say fair play to Nolan for doing this for Tim. Wish we could see the same commitment to Lucy but I guess if situations were reversed then I'm sure everyone would go to bat for Lucy. They just let her down when it comes to her personal life and supporting her as a person. God I'd love to see them all go to bat for her. Nell! Oh, I read the best fic about Lucy and Tim sort of getting back together at Nell's wedding. We need a Nell wedding so we can have another Chenford dance please and thank you. How are you with kids? Nyla, stop breaking my headcanon of Lucy babysitting Lila and being an absolute angel around the station babies. Stop it. Also, minus points for both of you for not even giving Lucy the barest of sympathetic smiles or shoulder pats after she tells you about her still feeding her UC covers because she thought she'd make detective. The sad little smile when she tries to push aside her own feelings and disappointment. Because she doesn't want to burdern anyone with her feelings. MINUS POINTS. Bad friends! Bad colleagues! Charlie, can you just do a bad job at protecting Monica? Please? Can we have a Celina seance fic, please? God Lucy is so good at UC. Also my god how can she look so good in literally every outfit and with every hairstyle? Also those kids are fucking adorable. Lucy underselling her language skills for a UC cover because then they'd be sus at how perfect she is. Any fics where Tim finds out Lucy's gone UC at Bautista's and goes a little feral on Angela and Nyla because there's a leak in the station and her cover could already be blown? Though at this point I don't think Lopez and Harper are aware of that, but still, he's doing a frantic spiral. That he didn't get to speak to her beforehand. That he has no involvement in her UC op and he's terrified of being in the dark about it? Grey raising his voice YES. Oscar I'm enjoying you a lot less because you're always attached to Monica now. Sorry. Lucy literally an amazing babysitter. She is actually the best. Ugh. Monica. Just leave. I would happily trade a million Bailan scenes to have no more Monica. Wanna say thank you to Lucy for risking everything going undercover again with Monica fully aware of who she is? No? Minus points, ladies. Smitty, just hold onto your phone. Please. The bare minimum. Blair, shut up. Never wanted anyone to get hurt. Bullshit.

[realmsalot]

I have some questions regarding your Homographs au (which I totally love btw). (Don't answer if it's too spoilery).

Are the 12! Turtles gonna meet Apes right after they meet the Rise turtles or that's gonna take some time? (I really wonder what would be her reaction). Are the rise turtles going meet Karai? What do the two Aprils think about the fact they both have the same name? (I bet they're going to at least joke about it). Are Apes parents going to meet the 12! Turtles? (I mean the rise turtles consider them family, so i think it would be cute if the 12! Turtles also do) If so, i have this whole scenario in my head that; they make plans to meet up (like dinner or something), maybe it could be in one of the lairs, or in hueso's restaurant or in Apes home (which would be very funny because, imagine 8 turtles +rat going to your house for dinner lol) (maybe add Karai, April, Casey and April's dad), and to make it sweet, make the turtles wear casual clothing. So anyway, they are all gathered there to enjoy some good food, but then they are interupted by a "surprise guest", a villain! (I am between draxum or the foot clan, because it could be seen as ironic do to both having a rather familiar connection with the turtles). But anyways, that's just me and my "fanfiction scenarios" lol. You don't have to do it that way if you don't want, cuz maybe you already have something in mind idk. I just think it would be neat.

Anyway, really love your AU, definitely my favorite! Keep going with it!

Rise April is gonna meet the 12 turtles very soon after the Rise turtles meet them. They might be able to hide things from Rise Splinter but they can't hide a THING from their older sister.

The Rise turtles will meet Karai. Though I'm trying to figure out exactly when I want them to meet.

The Aprils will chalk it up to April and O'Neil being fairly common first and last names at first. After finding out the turtles are related they'll definitely joke about them also being related. (They aren't actually related though.)

It will take a bit but Apes' parents will also meet the 12 fam. Though it wouldn't be the best first impression. (Like a mutant fight interrupts their date night for example.) But they'll get along alright!

I absolutely love your big family dinner idea! It's so cute! There was already gonna be a family dinner for when I eventually write Repairin' the Baron because there was already a family dinner happing there I just gotta add everyone else. But it would be nice to have a not-awkward family dinner at some point.

[hercupisalwayshalffull]

It's memorial day. Memorial day sucks. Okay, that's a little harsh.

The idea of memorial day sucks.

Before you start to rant about my lack of patriotism or my insensitivity, you should know that I am not opposed to the remembrance of soliders who died defending our country. I am opposed to soldiers dying. I am opposed to war. And I am opposed to the fact, that because of it, little girls grow up without knowing their fathers - knowing only the idea of him.

My dad's name was Stanley Frederick Patterson, but everyone called him"Hap” because, as a friend of his wrote to me a while back, “He was so goddamnned happy all the time.”

He was a born leader, I'm told. He had a beautiful voice - sang tenor in his acapella group. He studied philosophy. He was a good writer. He loved music. And hunting. He loved his little town (Loves Park, Illinois). He loved his dad and his wife and his baby girl.

I don't know how much of me comes from him, aside from my nose and the way my eyes crinkle in the corners when I smile. There aren't many people around to tell me his stories.

It's hard to lose someone you love like that. Suddenly. Violently. And far, far away. It must be harder, still, to call up his memory and relive all that you loved about him and all that you’ve lost.

I know a little about that these days, but I’m built differently, so I’m happy to share. Maybe it’s in reaction to how I grew up.

As I’m writing this, it occurs to me how much Christopher and my dad had in common. Singing, philosophy, a great love for their family. I think they would have liked each other very much.

As we move through life, I like to think that the people we meet and the events that shape us come together to form the place we'll go when we die.

And the loved ones who've gone before us wander through those rooms meeting one another and making space for our eventual 'welcome home' soiree.

And on a day like today, when I'm thinking of the two of them, I can imagine my dad and my sweetheart having a beer together on the steps of an old house, not too far away from the grill so C can watch what’s cooking. I imagine them laughing and lamenting and celebrating how much their kids have grown and how we’re making our way through the world. Whether it's been one year or 56, time moves way too fast, wouldn’t you say?

Memorial day is here and if the truth be told, I don't really celebrate it; it's just a Monday here.

Except this year, it's also the day after our anniversary. A spur.of.the.moment dinner date that turned into

the.rest.of.our.lives.together - even if there's no ring or piece of paper to prove it.

No, I won't be celebrating memorial on this last Monday in May.

I celebrate it every time I hear a song Christopher would sing as he put the kids to bed or I sit at the table where he’d help them with their homework and when I dance in his kitchen and remember him doing the same.

Veteran or not. Near or far. Call your dad and hug your kid. Don't wait until a special occasion. Ask your dad to tell you a joke or sing you a song. Tell someone you love them, just because you can.

That will make this a happy Memorial Day, indeed.

[colonelpancakes]

Continued

SORENNNNNN! I’m so glad he’s safe but also. OUGH. That uh. That cannot be easy to know your dad is doing that no matter how bad your relationship with him is. Ough. I love Soren

Ough, it cannot be easy to still be standing up and casting magic while you've got like. What I assume is a sizable incision in your chest. Viren…

Ough… The pain in his voice… Fuck. This show has gotten me to cry over Viren. I didn’t think it could do that. Holy shit. Viren’s voice actor, goddamn.

NOT THE FLASHBACK DRAWINGS!! OUGH.

Oh my god, fuck. Okay, yeah no I think this show is trying to kill me. Ohhh. Ohh this drawing is. Ough.

THE BABIES????? BABY CLAUDIA WIHT HTE LITTLE MAGIC WAND???? VIREN HOLDING SOREN’S DRAGON PLUSH???? OH.. OUHG>

I realized while screenshotting, since I could actually see the screen through my tears, that this is a visual parallel to the beginning of season three where Ziard sacrifices himself to stop Sol Regem from burning Elarion. Fuck. Ough. Oh the cycle.

SORENNNNN. His face when he looks up at Viren and Sol Regem…

OGUH> Yeah, you know what, just stab me in the heart too. The pictures of Claudia and Soren and ough. The way you can tell, even in the way they’re illustrated how much Viren loves them. In the way Claudia looks joyful and carefree with her hair getting caught in the breeze and Soren looks so proud and confident in his crownguard attire.

And then Viren looking at them… Oh… The expression… And the fact that it’s their season one selves. And the way that they’re all positioned in the frame so that it looks as though Claudia and Soren are talking to each other while Viren watches… Oh my god. I am actually sobbing. Oh my god.

THE FAMILY PORTRAIT???????

OH MY GOD I realized literally as I was writing the image descriptions that Viren and his family are in the same positions as Harrow's family is in that portrait... Harrow in Viren's spot, Callum in Soren's, Sarai in Lissa's, and Ezran in Claudia's...

Ohhh… The way that Soren was at one point so afraid of the spell, that it was used as a weapon of destruction, to hurt and kill people and now, Soren is relieved because it’s saving people’s lives, literally allowing them to get out of a burning building. Fuck. The fucking contrast.

Also, I like the clarification that the spell is temporary because I had always wondered what happened to the humans from Viren’s army after the battle.

"I am a servant."

Ough. I. I have run out of words. Um. Oh.

Oh my god that wound looks. Oh that looks really fuckign painful. Shit.

Soren looking back up at his dad and then having to walk away…

When I say I made a visceral animalistic noise when it cut from THAT to Claudia. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god this episode feels like being punched repeatedly in the face. Fuck. Oh my god, honey. Sweetie. Oh no, she’s looking for her dad she’s going to find out he’s dead, isn’t she. Oh fuck. Honey, darling sweetie. Oh god.

Ough. Oh my god, imagine going home for the first time in two years and it’s been burned to the ground. Honey… Love…

FUCK. FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. Oh no. The panic in her voice when she has the realization… Racquel Belmonte is about to kill me again, isn’t she.

I just glanced at the runtime of the episode. I am less than halfway through. I am not going to survive this episode. This is going to be a very long post.

HI BITCH. HI STARRY BITCH.

Also, Ohh there is history here isn’t there.

Anak Arow? Sol Regem has another name? Ohh, interesting. Did not expect Sol Regem lore.

Oh?? So Sol Regem had a mate? Hello? And it it seems like Aaravos did something to her assuming this is going to go in the same way that Khessa’s death did. I really like the name Aithne Solaire, it's very nice to say.

Oh. Oh god. Okay that was not the answer I expected.

I. Um. I. Uhh. I think I had something to say about this at one point but its gone. Uh. Holy shit.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

FUCKING CHRIST. WHAT THE HELL???

GODDAMN. WHAT. I. AARAVOS.

FUCKING GOD. THAT. Uh. That. That just. That happened. Oh my god. I did not expect that to be so. Goddamn.

I mean if you gotta say one thing about Aaravos it’s that he has flare. He certainly has style. He’s dramatic. Wow. Again. Y-7????

Continued in uh. Continued in reblogs.

Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part Eight: We All Fall Down. I made so many distressed noises while watching this episode that I actually hurt my throat

Under the cut as per usual.

Already, the shots of the people looking up at Sol Regem combined with the music is making me so fucking nervous is Katolis about to get destroyed??? Nothing better happen to Barius and Jellybug you hear me, they better make it out unscathed.

sakfdljskla it’s okay Soren, I heard “physical exercises” too. This is why I watch shows with subtitles.

OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT ESCALATED. SHIT.

That’s really bad, oh my god. Fuck.

Oh noo, honey… She had to leave her toy behind no…

Oh thank God, Soren and Opeli are somehow okay.

Guys, I appreciate the efforts, but I DON’T THINK ARROWS ARE GOING TO DO ANYTHING. Ballista? Maybe. Arrows? Definitely not.

OKAY CRAP IT GOT WORSE. They burned the bridge??? Man’s really just trying to kill as many people as possible, huh. That’s. Oh my god.

Oh crap.

OH FUCK! SOREN!

Okay, shit that’s a lot of blood um. Okay. That’s definitely a concussion. Hat’s okay, that’s good. Fuck. Soren you need to survive this episode, you hear me? You are not allowed to die.

Oh my god, the score here is. Oh my god. It really drives home the sense of fear and tragedy. The composers are fucking killing it.

SORENNNNN!!!! MY BOY!!! I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GOD. I love the fact that he prioritizes citizen’s lives over the castle because 1) it’s absolutely what Ezran would want done in this situation and 2) it’s a direct contrast to season two where Soren causes MORE harm by insisting that a dragon be shot down but then 3) it’s a continuation of his character arc from that episode because after he realizes he made a mistake, he frees Corvus so that he can help evacuate the town. And then here, he’s making the call to stop shooting, sacrifice the castle, and focus entirely on evacuating the people. I love Soren so much, look at how much my boy has grown.

Is he going to get Viren out of the castle?

SOREN. SOREN, NO. NO SELF-SACRIFICING you hear me? NO. You are GOING to reunite with Opeli and you are GOING to be there to take care of Hat, Soren, I swear to god-

Oh, Hello motherfucker! I am about to reach through this screen and start biting you. Is that a fight I’m going to win? No. But it would be cathartic.

Oh, wow. Viren’s facial hair has really grown since the episode before last. I guess he doesn’t anything to shave with so that makes sense. Sure caught me off-guard though.

Oh? He’s asking VIren for help, I didn't expect that.

Oh! Soren you are so smart, I would not have thought of that, that’s a really good idea.

There’s a lot going on here, but also, ooh that’s interesting. I’ve always wondered how staffs were enhancing primal magic but then this answers it! They have primal stones embedded in them. Cool, I like that detail. Now back to heart-crushing drama.

Ohhhh Soren… I love Soren. The way he’s prioritizing people’s lives over EVERYTHING else, over any moral objections to dark magic, over the potential cost of any ingredient. Soren… You are so good.

Oh, god, what’s the ingredient for this one. It better not be another situation where you have to kill your child, if it is, I swear to god, Viren-

Oh. Oh shit. Ohhh noo, that’s um. Oh. Okay. Uh. Fuck.

SOFNREN! SONR NO. SOREN. NO. Not allowed, nope. Given all the emphasis on Viren’s value of his family this season I don’t. Think that he would sacrifice Soren. But. Honey. Darling, Sweetheart, no. I reiterate what I said earlier, Soren, you are NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

VIREN DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

Viren. Viren where’s Soren. Viren.

Oh, shit, Viren stabbed himself didn’t he. Fuck.

Yeah… Yeah, he did. Shit. That is. Yeah, that is a lot of blood.

I'm out of images??? Already??? Oh my god. Uh. Continued in reblogs

[bebepac]

A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 2

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​ prompt # 138: the things I do for love which will appear in bold.

This is also part 2 of my tribute piece.  A Piece in Heaven On Earth.   If you missed part 1: Here it is for your enjoyment:  A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 1

The Book:  TRR Pairing: Liam x Riley (eventually) Warnings & Ratings: Profanity, mention of character’s perceived death; Teen Word Count:  1997 Movie Inspiration: Just Like Heaven Song Inspiration: Here With Me by Dido

Summary:  Liam encounters the mystery woman in the blue dress in the apartment again and attempts to learn more about her.

Original Post: 03/17/22 at 7:49PM EST

 A/N:  This is very special to me.  So please be kind.  I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life.  I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant.  I rooted for her immediately.  Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be.  Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression.  So I will say it again.  If you need help please reach out.

Three Months Ago

TAYLOR

“Love you Taylor.”

"I love you too Riley."

Taylor smiled and went to the kitchen to check the lasagna in the oven.

“The things I do for love!”

“Maybe tonight we’ll be witnesses to a love connection!”

"We'll wait for them both to get here before we make the garlic bread, since they're running a little late.  How's your salad coming along?"

"The best salad that ever salad-ed with tomatoes on the side since Riley doesn't like raw chopped tomatoes, and onions on the side because Liam doesn't like  raw onions."

"It's kind of funny they both have texture issues with salad components, but I hope they like each other."

"I've only met Liam once, but he seemed like a nice guy. I just know his older brother Leo better."

Taylor suddenly dropped the dish she was carrying.

Maxwell laughed for a moment until he saw Taylor's terrified look.

"Something's wrong Max…"

Taylor called Riley, but her phone went straight to voice-mail.

"Riley's not answering."

"You just talked to her ten minutes ago. She’s probably just gonna wait to talk to you when she gets here."

"SHE ALWAYS ANSWERS ME MAX!!!! SOMETHING'S WRONG!!!!"

Taylor's phone began to ring.

"See she's calling you back."

Taylor glanced down at the phone; it wasn't Riley. It was her Dad, and from the sound of his voice she knew something terrible had happened.

"Dad what's wrong?"

 She immediately  burst into tears, as the color drained from Taylor's face.

"We have to go now Max."

"What's hap…."

"NOW MAX!!!! Riley was in an accident!!!!"

LIAM

Liam checked the clock.  He had taken an afternoon nap, not setting the alarm, causing him to oversleep. In addition, traffic was backed up for what seemed like miles.   He texted his brother's friend Maxwell to let him know he was going to be late for dinner.  His blind date was running late too, Maxwell told him, which made Liam relieved.  She was probably caught in the same traffic he currently was, since they were going to the same place. Liam saw the ambulance speed by him in the opposite lane with the lights flashing and the siren on, heading towards the nearest hospital, Mount Sinai.

 It must have been a horrible accident.  

Finally after twenty more minutes, he passed the wreckage. The accident was between a van and an SUV, and from the look of it, the SUV had gotten the brunt of the damage.  The mangled remains of a BMW SUV was being put on a flatbed, to be towed away. On the back window of the decimated vehicle there was  a little decal  that said Dog Mom and it grabbed Liam’s attention.

Who is…..or who was this “Dog Mom?” Why was she consuming his thoughts, and why was he wondering what happened to her?

Was “Dog Mom”  the one in the ambulance he saw blaze by a little bit ago, being rushed to the hospital?  Or…….WAS "Dog Mom”, the unlucky soul, about to be put into the other ambulance, by EMTs that appeared to not be in a hurry,

lifting someone onto the stretcher completely covered with a white sheet? Liam was sad for a moment. Someone had died, and would not get to where they were going tonight, and someone would have to tell their family what happened to them, and that poor family would be devastated, a feeling he knew all too well.  

Oh Liv…..

Liam drove slowly around the wreckage as the police officers directed traffic. Debris from the accident still littered the street, and was being cleaned up.  Liam arrived at Maxwell’s home, and rang the doorbell.  It looked like no one was there.  He waited for a few more moments looking for movement around the house, when he received a text.

Dinner is canceled. An emergency came up. Sorry.

Liam stood there for a moment still holding the flowers, that even in the rain, he had stopped and picked up for his blind date. Feeling rejected, Liam left  the flowers wedged in the door to keep them dry, and went home.

NICO

Nico had caught a glimpse of Riley as she ran out the double doors of the ER towards the staff parking lot in her blue dress.  Late for something apparently as usual.  Riley was never punctual, but it was part of her charm. She was worth waiting for. When she walked into a room, you took notice. He wasn’t prepared for the news he received not even thirty minutes later.  That night... changed a lot of people’s lives.

“We have a MVA three minutes out.  One critical, one fatality.”  

“I heard from dispatch that one of them is Riley.”

“Our Riley?”  

“Yes, Banks called it in.”  

“Which one?  Is Riley the critical, or the DOA?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe you should sit this one out Nico.”  

“I need to know!!! Is Riley the DOA?!!”

“Nico, sit this one out. Your feelings are going to get in the way.” Bryce commented sternly.

“How can our feelings NOT get in the way?!?!?!  One of them is Riley!!!!! RB1!!!!"

When Nico heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance, he ran outside to meet it. 

 The ambulance backed up to the ER doors, and stopped. He quickly opened the doors, seeing the blue of Riley’s dress, and her wild chaotic curls. Her eyes were closed.

"RB1?"

Nico burst into tears when Riley's eyes opened meeting his.

"You can be mad at me later for that, but thank God you're still alive."

“Nico…..”  Riley gave him a weak smile and reached out for his hand.  

“You’re going to be fine Riley.  We got you. I promise.”  He softly kissed her hand.

"Bryce, I'm scrubbing in."

"Nico…."

"We're not going to lose her.  Let me help."

There was a heavy silence as staff watched as one of their own was rushed back to the operating room, in attempts to implore every heroic measure possible to save her life.

The Present

"I'M NOT DEAD!!!"

"Well you're clearly not alive either!"

"Well if I am dead, why do my feet hurt?"

"I don't know? Do I look like the authority on paranormal activity?"

"Don’t be a smart ass! Think about it, a dead person wouldn't have aches and pains. Therefore, I can't be dead. That makes perfect clinical sense."

"Well taking that logic, when's the last time you saw a person that was alive, phase through objects like Casper the Cranky Ghost?"

"I'm NOT CRANKY!" She screeched.

"Says the screaming cranky ghost, who's a ghost."

She walked up to him fuming.  "I'll show you who's a ghost!!!!"

She went to punch Liam, and he stood there un-phased. She attempted to hit him three more times.

"I felt the wind from that last one."

"Really?"

"Nope. Nothing at all."

Riley groaned in frustration.

"Isn't there a light you should be walking into, or considering your less than sunny disposition, infamous lake of fire?”

She smirked at him.

"You're so funny, you should take that act on the road, like away from my apartment? And for the hundredth time, I'm not dead."

"Then you'll have dinner with me. Oh, I forgot! You can't because you phase through objects. You take the saying 'food goes right through me' to a whole other level."

"You annoy me Liam."

"You annoy me more, person that doesn't know her name. "

"Ohhhh, I have yet begun to annoy you."

Riley cleared her throat and burst into song.

"A thousand bottles of Tahitian Treat on the wall, a thousand bottles of Tahitian Treat, take one down and pass it around, nine hundred and ninety-nine bottles of Tahitian Treat on the wall!"

Riley continued singing at the top of her lungs for the next three hours, following Liam all around the apartment.

"Don't you have unfinished business? Am I supposed to help you? God, can you stop!?!?!?!”

“I’m not done with my song yet.”  She said in a matter of fact voice.

Liam groaned, while laying in bed, covering his head in the bed with the pillow.

She stopped singing for a moment.  

“Look at the pillow, that’s my favorite pillow.  Look at the back of it.  There is purple fingernail polish on the pillowcase.”

Liam flipped over the pillowcase. Sure enough he saw the stain the woman mentioned.  

“How did you know that?”  

“Because this is MY apartment.”

“Why can you remember that, but not your name?”  

“I don’t know.  Maybe I am dead, and I’m hanging on to a life that’s not mine anymore...."

Liam sat up in bed to look at the woman. For the first time, he saw the sadness in her eyes.  

And why are you the only person that can hear me, or see me, Liam? Are you sure you didn’t know me before?”

“No, I’ve never seen you.  If I had, I wouldn’t have forgotten.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re very beautiful."

 Finally a smile was back on her beautiful face of hers.

"Are you flirting with the un-dead chick in the room?" 

"I wasn't done….and you’re a little obnoxiously grating in your song choices.  What is a Tahitian Treat by the way?”  

“It’s a fruit punch flavored soda.  It’s one of my favorites. Again with the useless facts.”  

“No, tell me more of whatever you remember.  Maybe it will jog your memory about something we can use.”  

He talked to and listened to her talk late into the evening, early into the next morning. She was funny, making him laugh at the random things she talked about while she sat on the edge of the bed.

“I found a dog collar in the cushions of the couch. Do you have a dog?”

She was silent for a moment and it was like all cylinders in her mind began to fire at once.  

“I do!!!  His name is Chance! He’s the bestest boy.”

“Bebe showed me this apartment, do you remember Bebe?”

She smiled like she was being held in a hug.  

“She makes the best cupcakes. She’s a baker.”

“She baked cookies for me when I moved in!”  

“She’s engaged to my brother, Jaiden.”  

“I met Jaiden and your Dad. He doesn’t smile much does he? Kind of gruff.”

“And surly? Yes! That’s my dad.”

“And I have a sister!  Her name is Taylor!”  

Liam was excited, he jumped up, moving closer to the woman.

“And you, what’s your name?”

Her smile faded.  

“Come on, we’re so close, try a little harder.”

She closed her eyes.  He could tell she was trying hard to concentrate.  

“Nicknames…. I had nicknames people called me.  One kind of sounds like that little robot from Star Wars.”

“R2D2?”

“Sort of, but it was different.  R……B….. I can hear it. RB1!!!!”  She exclaimed.  

“And Bebe said Rye was always about comfort.  Your name must begin with an R.”  

Her face turned sad and she began to cry; he wanted so desperately to comfort her.

“She said WAS when she talked about me?  That means I am dead.  I really did die, Liam you were right.”

“We’ll figure this out; I promise you.  Maybe the reason I can see you, is because I’m supposed to help you. So I’m going to call you Rye for now, because we know that’s one of your nicknames, okay? RB1 is a little too weird.  I don’t get it.”

“It’s weird, but has anything been normal  since we met?”  

“Nope.”  Liam smiled.

And Rye smiled at him, his heart melted.

The next day Liam went out and for some reason, he kept thinking of that drink Tahitian Treat Rye had been singing so obnoxiously about.  So he went looking for one.  He had never seen them before, but there was this little bodega

 around the corner from Rye’s apartment, and when he walked in and went to the drink section, and there they were so he bought two.  

The man behind the counter smiled at Liam.  

“We don’t get many people buying these anymore.”  

“You don’t?”  

“This young doctor used to buy them all the time.  She loved them. She’d walk up here with her little dog all the time.”

“Sir, do you remember her name?”

“Yes, it was Riley.  Riley Brooks.”  

The word WAS, blared in Liam’s brain; he had wanted to be wrong about Rye.

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[rebelwrites]

Restoration

Jax Teller x Daughter Reader

“You gonna actually behave for your father this week?” You mum asked as you packed your bag.

“Maybe, depends if he pisses me off or not” you shrugged.

The thing was your mum and dad split about 4 years ago, a year after Abel was born. They had you at a young age, at 15 to be precise, you was now 18 and had seen their relationship completely fall apart, you saw how he treated your mum towards the end of the relationship and you hated it, you hated how he made your mum feel, how you saw the whole thing. However you were grateful Abel was still too young to understand what was going on.

“Y/N please, I know you don’t get along with him but he is your dad at the end of the day” mum sighed.

“Not gonna change my opinion on him” you laughed.

Even though your parents weren’t together anymore they never actually filed for a divorce.

“Just try” mum said placing her hand on your shoulder “for Abel at least, it’s hard enough on him as it is”

“And it’s not hard for me mum” you spat “try going through school where everyone is obsessed with the sons, constantly badgering me about them, about dad, asking if the fucking rumours are true”

You knew that your mum wasn’t completely innocent in the whole relationship break down. So you had an attitude with them both.

The drive to Teller-Morrow was silent, neither you or your mum spoke because you were your father’s daughter at the end of day, your mum always said it was like having a female Jax in the house, the way you held yourself, your attitude, your temper. So no words were spoken just for Abel’s sake, he didn’t need to see his sister and mum biting each other’s heads off.

Climbing out of the car, you grabbed your bag from the boot, before wandering off to find your uncles, at least you had a good relationship with them, it was just the relationship with your dad that was rocky.

You didn’t get it, he was such a good father to Abel, but with you it was a different story, one of his biggest regrets was you seeing the breakdown happen, all the arguments that happened when you were younger. Since then you saw the man that you once saw as your hero as the bad guy.

“Hey kiddo” Jax grinned, opening his arms to you.

“Whatever dad” you huffed walking by him, dumping your bag on the picnic bench before placing a cigarette in your mouth.

“She’s in a mood, sorry Jax” you heard mum say, making you roll your eyes. “Give her a couple of days and she should calm down”

“She’s so much like me it’s scary” he sighed as he watched you laugh with Tig and Happy.

“If you’re gonna talk about me can you at least go somewhere where I can’t bloody hear you” you snapped not looking at them.

Jax knew that with both his kids being here with him for the week, he was going to try his hardest to mend the bridges that had once been burnt. He wanted nothing more than getting his little girl back.

“I will speak with her” Jax nodded as he took Abel into his arms, who was grinning at the sight of his daddy.

At least one of his kids didn’t hate him.

However he had a plan, he knew you loved bikes, so he had one sat in the garage waiting to be restored and he was hoping it was something you could do together and then he could teach you to ride. He knew it wouldn’t magically fix the relationship but at least it would give you a memory that wasn’t bad.

Your mum had now left, which meant you were stuck with your dad for the next week, no doubt it would be a week of you looking after Abel, it always was when you were here, the club came before you. It always had and always would.

“Table in 5” Jax shouted as he walked into the club, he didn’t miss the eye roll that came from you, he knew what you thought, you had only been here 10 minutes and he was putting the club before you. But this time would be different.

“Okay so everyone knows my relationship with Y/N is very much on the rocks right now” Jax sighed running his hand over his face. “And I know it’s my fault and I want to fix that, so this week I only want to be involved in club business if the shit has hit the fan. Anything else speak to Chibs, I need to fix things with my little girl before it is too late”

Everyone nodded, they knew how much Jax loved you, you was his first born at the end of the day and it killed him knowing that you hated him.

“Anything we can do to help we are here” Happy nodded.

“Thanks Hap but this is something I need to do on my own, I created this mess so I need to fix it” Jax sighed “If it can be fixed”

It was now Wednesday and Jax still hadn’t made any progress, the bike lay untouched in the garage, and you hadn’t spoken more than a few words a day to him.

“Uncle Hap am I being a bitch?” You sighed looking up at him as you lit a smoke.

“Honestly kiddo, I know where you are coming from but he is the only dad you are gonna get” Happy said placing his hand on yours. “I know the reasons you have for hating Jax but he misses his little girl, I’m not saying forgive him straight away but stop shutting him out”

“I miss my dad” you sighed “but you didn’t hear me say that”

“My lips are sealed” Happy nodded “you know he took a step back from the club this week to spend time with you and Abel”

“I didn’t know” you sighed running your hand over your face.

“I think he wants to restore a bike or something with you” Hap smiled kissing your head “he’s in the garage”

Trudging into the garage with your head hung low, you felt guilty about how you went off at dad this morning.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled, not looking up.

You heard him sigh and his footsteps getting closer to you.

Talk about irony, the radio had started playing bad husband, scoffing as dad placed his hand on your shoulder.

You can be a liar and a good father A good dad, but a bad husband

“Guess the song is 90% right” you sighed “you are a good father to Abel at least”

“Hey look at me kiddo” Dad said lifting your chin. “My biggest regret in life was letting you see all the fights between me and your mum. I know that has done so much damage to our relationship but I never stopped loving your or your mum okay”

You stayed silent, you didn’t know what to say.

Forever be a hero in my eyes, But there’s always another side. To a good father. A great dad, but a bad husband

“Look me and your mum still love each other and we probably always will” he sighed “we just don’t work well together okay but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you”

All I want is for us not to hurt. And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words

The song was basically saying everything you couldn’t.

But I’m not so sure how to close this. I just don’t know how some people can be so good At one thing and so fucked at a whole ‘nother, shit, it’s no wonder

You both just stood there not saying a word as Jax pulled you into his arms holding you tight.

“I’m not saying we have to go back to being as close as we once were but I want a chance, a chance to mend the bridges I burnt, I want to be in your life and not as someone you hate” Jax whispered.

Nodding your head, you sniffed as a tear fell down your cheek, this was the most you had talked in a year. All you wanted to hear over the past year was that your dad still loved you.

“You don’t have to say anything yet sweetheart” dad whispered kissing your head “now what do you say to helping your old man fix this bike up and then I would like it if you let your old man teach you how to ride”

“I’d like that” you mumbled.

The next few days flew by and your mum had arrived to pick you and Abel up. Pushing yourself off the bench you walked over to her with a slight smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s get you home” mum said.

Glancing over to your dad you smiled softly before turning back to your mum.

“Actually mum, I think I’m gonna stick around here a bit longer” you nodded feeling Jax place his hand on your shoulder squeezing it softly. “I wanna stay with dad, we still have a bike to finish”

-

Your mum stood staring at you, confusion spread all over her face.

“You want to willingly stay?” She questioned

“Yup” you nodded.

“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?” She laughed before turning to Jax “you okay with her staying?”

“Course I am” he beamed at the fact you wanted to stay with him longer.

As soon as you said bye to your mum, you headed back into the garage leaving Jax stood there in his own world.

“Come on dad the bike isn’t gonna fix its self” you laughed rolling your sleeves up.

The hours flew by and you was both covered in grease, Chibs walked outside hearing all the laughter coming from the garage, a smile formed on his face as he snapped a photo of the two of you before walking back into the club house.

“Okay a know normally a would bring this ta table but no one is to disturb Jackie Boy, a don’t care wha it is, if it’s club business, Ye arms fallen off or Ye are on fire, ye come ta me” Chibs smiled leaning against the bar. “Tha is until further notice, this is wha they both need”

Everyone nodded in agreement, it was nice to see you and Jax not at each other’s throats and they knew that the fact you wanted to stay here meant you really wanted to rebuild the relationship

Standing back from the bike something clicked.

“Why does this bike look so familiar?” You asked.

“Well princess it was your grandads” Jax grinned draping his arm around your shoulder.

“JT’s” you said looking up and he nodded. “Wait and you are just letting me have once we have fixed her up?”

“That’s the plan” Jax laughed “he would have wanted you to have it and it’s better than it sitting gathering dust”

You were in awe, you knew how much this bike meant to him. Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a tight hug.  

Neither of you talked about much other than the bike, outside of the garage you were slowly building things back up, you both knew it would take longer than a week but it was a start.

“So your mum says you’ve been getting into trouble at college?” He asked as you were packing the tools up.

“Meh” you shrugged “someone said something, I didn’t like it so I fucking punched them and broke there nose. No biggie”

Jax couldn’t help but smirk, you were exactly like him, in so many ways.

“You can’t say anything dad you taught me talking was boring when you can fight it out” just as you said it an idea popped into your head. Spinning round on the balls of your feet you grinned at your dad.

“No, nope happening” He laughed when he realised what you was thinking “me and you aren’t going at it in the ring” he chuckled.

“Why do you think you will lose old man” you taunted.

“Nope it’s not that” he said looking up “I am not boxing with my daughter”

“You’re just scared because you know I’m gonna beat your ass” you giggled squaring up to him.

He knew you weren’t gonna back down. You was a Teller at the end of the day.

“Fine but if you get hurt you are telling your mum it was your idea” Jax sighed in defeat.

And with that you ran off into the clubhouse to tell everyone.

It was now 7pm and Tig was wrapping your fists.

“You sure about fighting your dad kiddo?” He asked.

“Uncle Tiggy I’m sure” you nodded “we need this, well I need this. If I’m gonna let go of the past I need to do this”

“Okay then” he smiled kissing your fist “beat the shit out of your old man”

You were now standing face to face with your dad in the ring. He knew what was happening, and he wasn’t going to fight back, he had overheard what you said to Tig. So if beating the shit out of him was what you needed to forgive him then that is what he was going to let you do.

Punch after punch, you felt the anger flow through your fists, you were fuelled by every bad memory, everything he did and he just let the punches keep coming.

Your emotions got the better of you as you scream, pounding your fists against his chest as you burst into tears. As soon as this happened Jax wrapped his arms around you, dropping to his knees holding you tight.

“That’s it princess let it all out, all the anger, all the pain” he whispered rubbing your back. “I’m never gonna leave you okay, no matter what happens with me and your mum, you will always have your old man in your corner. My biggest regret is you saw everything happen, I never wanted you to feel like I loved Abel more than you, you are my little girl, my princess and I love you”

Once you had calmed down, you felt a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you no longer felt an immense hatred towards your dad.

It had been a couple of days after the ‘fight’ and you had actually started to open up. The bike was finished and you were just putting the tools away.

“I want to drop out of college” you said “it’s really not for me, I struggle with the exams and coursework”

“You know whatever you decide I will support you” Jax smiled softly at you, hee knew where you was coming from, he was exactly the same when it came to tests and the theory behind things. “If you did drop out what would you do?”

“Actually I wanna be a mechanic” you said looking up. “Maybe I could work here”

“Why don’t you sleep on the idea and if you really want to drop out then we will get it all sorted” he said kissing your head. “Now what do you say we take her for a spin?”

“You think I’m ready for the roads” you laughed.

“You are a natural” he grinned tossing you your helmet “it’s in your blood”

The rest of the day was spent riding round the streets charming, a smile on your face and your relationship with your dad well on the road to being what it once was. Never in a million years you would have thought that restoring JT’s bike would actually restore your relationship as well.

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Eight

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, Steve, Sam, OC Monique, Tony

Warnings: language, implied smut, talk of pregnancy/children, pregnancy scare

Chapter Summary: Sam finds out about Reader and Bucky’s secret. Reader has a scare that helps Reader and Bucky have a very important conversation.

Author’s Note: This was originally going to be longer but in light of recent events in America, I decided to postpone a violent scene (so warning for the next part: violence). It’s kinda short and I’m so sorry but I wanted to give you something. As always, feel free to buy me a coffee!

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(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

Despite his frustration with finding out he was breaking way more than just company protocol, Bucky’s attitude simmered and eventually fizzled out as the day went on. You’d bet seeing you uncomfortably directing security where to put your lab equipment while Bucky’s cum stuck to the inside of your thighs had an impact on his mood.

The rest of the day went by surprisingly well, all things considered. You took the day to set up your at-home lab while Steve got groceries and cooked, Sam installed security cameras in all the common areas, and Bucky searched your place for any bugs or wires. No one was weird about things, aside from Bucky when you first arrived. Sam was his usual goofy self and Steve was a dad stereotype.

That night, however, Steve sat everyone down in your living room for a little chat. Steve and Sam sat on the sofa across from you and Bucky, almost like they were concerned parents talking to you before sending you to prom.

“Okay, time to address the elephant in the room. Who knew about who you are before it was leaked?” Steve asked, elbows propped on his knees and that signature crease between his brows.

“Other than dad, Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy, just Monique,” you shrugged. “But it wasn’t her. She has nothing to gain from telling anyone.”

“Well, unfortunately we’ll have to look into her anyway,” Steve sighed. “But if it’s not her, it won’t be a problem. And you’re sure there’s no one else?”

“What about that boyfriend of yours?” Sam asked.

“It’s not him,” you said meekly. “I never told him.”

“Are you sure he couldn’t have found out?” Sam pressed.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Sam nodded but added, “We should still talk to the guy —”

“I didn’t know,” Bucky interrupted from beside you.

Sam looked confused, but Steve next to him was smirking, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

“What?” Sam asked.

Bucky leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his stance wide and fingers intertwined in the middle. If the situation wasn’t so serious, you’d be even more turned on.

“I didn’t know,” he repeated with a forced, tight-lipped smile. “I found out this morning and I was just as shocked as you were.”

“I said I was sorry!” you groaned, tossing your arms in the air in exasperation.

Bucky leaned back to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side. When he slid his arm over your neck, you instinctively gripped his forearm but the giggle you let out showed you weren’t trying to pry him off you.

While you wiggled in Bucky’s grasp to get comfortable, Sam’s eyes darted between the two of you in a mix of shock and curiosity.

“Man, how the hell did you get a girl like that?!”

Steve finally let his laugh out at this. Bucky just tightened his arm around your throat, making you moan quietly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Trust me, she’s a pain in the ass,” Bucky teased. You giggled again and squirmed out of his grasp to straddle his legs, now that everyone in the room knew your secret.

“You can always be a pain in my ass,” you smirked as you draped your arms over his shoulders and scooted forward so your pelvis was pressed against him. He groaned in frustration and tossed his head back, gripping your ass cheeks in an attempt to ground himself.

“You better watch your mouth before I fuck you right here, right now, princess,” he practically growled. You bit your lip to tease him just a little bit more. He had only called you ‘princess’ twice but it was definitely doing something for you.

“I hate to be a buzzkill,” Sam started, “but her dad would skin you alive if he heard you saying that.”

“And then filet what’s left if he saw this,” Steve added.

“Bucky’d probably taste pretty good though,” Sam shrugged. “Especially if we got to the thighs.”

“Yeah, I’d go for the thighs,” Steve agreed, making Bucky roll his eyes.

“I’d go for something else,” you piped in.

“Okay, let’s end this before it gets out of hand,” Steve said. You frowned but plopped back onto the couch next to Bucky instead of on top of him.

The rest of the night was spent mapping out who knew about you, who might’ve figured it out, and what any of those people would’ve gotten out of leaking your secret. You adamantly ruled Monique out; she didn’t need the money or the attention and already knew the type of stress your secret put on you. And her concerned texts begging you to believe it wasn’t her and vowing to castrate whoever told the media helped support your case. Unfortunately, it led to a lot of dead ends. You knew it couldn’t have been Happy, Rhodey, or Pepper, but that left literally no one as a suspect.

Halfway across town, your dad, Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and Bruce were going over their own documents and information to get to the bottom of it. None of the news stations were willing to divulge their source, claiming it was “anonymous” so they didn’t know who said it, but Tony wasn’t convinced. He was worried about you, but he also knew your temporary roommates were solid protection for you.

He just didn’t know the additional protection you’d need with one of those roommates.

•

Bucky was always great about your period. It usually only lasted a few days because of your birth control and was on the light side, but he had no issue with laying down one of his “safety towels” before laying you down during those three days. He even set reminders in his phone so he knew to be prepared. So when his reminder popped up on what was usually your final day, he walked in with a towel while you lounged in bed, but he was confused at your own confusion.

“Why do you have a towel?” you laughed.

“Babe,” he whined. It amused you to no end when the big bad Winter Soldier whined at you. “I’m horny.”

You laughed again as he tossed the towel onto the bed beside you and settled his weight between your legs.

“Okay? Why does that involve a towel?”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Aren’t you on your period?”

It only took one second for the realization to make your breath catch in your throat. It took one more second for Bucky’s entire body to grow tense.

“You’re on your period, right?” he asked. The urgency in his voice did nothing but stress you out more. You pulled your body out from under his and ran into your bathroom, rummaging through the drawers looking for an old test you were sure you had lying around somewhere. You had personally only ever taken one as a joke, but you knew Britt had panicked and taken more than a couple at your place before she got married.

“[Y/N].” Bucky’s voice behind you as you crouched on your bathroom floor made you pause your searching. “Talk to me,” he pressed.

You didn’t look at him as you spoke.

“I’m late.”

He let out a huff behind you but quickly crouched beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders because if he thought he was scared, he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.

“Okay. We’ll go pick up a test and cross our fingers in the meantime,” he said quietly.

“How are we supposed to get a pregnancy test, James? Everyone knows who I am now,” you snapped.

You hated how easily you could tear up because you didn’t want to cry over your situation, but the stress hit you too quickly for any other reaction to kick in first.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you muttered quickly, pawing at your face to wipe away stray tears. “I’ll call Monique and have her pick one up.”

“Okay.” Bucky was treading lightly, you could tell. “Do you want to be alone or do you want me to stay with you?”

You bit your lip and took a deep, shaky breath to push more tears back.

“I think I want you to stay.”

Bucky let you sit between his legs while you called Monique.

“Hey, what’s up?” she answered almost immediately.

“I need you to come over,” you said, trying and failing to cover the panic in your voice.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” You could hear rustling in the background and knew she was already sliding on shoes to rush over.

“I kind of need you to pick something up for me.”

“Anything.”

“Um… I need you to grab a pregnancy test.”

“A preg—” she paused. “A… okay, yeah, I’ll pick that up and swing by soon.”

“Thanks, Momo,” you replied quietly, tossing out the nickname you gave her after you two rewatched Avatar: The Last Airbender a couple years prior.

“See you soon, love you,” she said as you heard the slam of her door.

“Love you.”

True to her word, Monique knocked on your front door less than 20 minutes later. Since Steve and Sam practically interrogated her just a couple days before, they didn’t hesitate to let her in. She proved she wasn’t one to just let them toss around unsubstantiated accusations.

“Hey booboo,” she cooed as she stepped into your room. “I grabbed three different brands just to be safe and threw in a bottle of sparkling grape juice and a bottle of champagne, depending on what results we get.”

You couldn’t help but finally laugh at the cross between a cringe and a smile on her face. You practically lunged off the bed to give her a hug. She held you a second longer than usual and started leading you to your bathroom. When Bucky started to follow, she turned sharply.

“Uh-uh. You stay put. You’re the whole reason this is happening.”

“Monique, it takes two,” you chuckled behind her.

“And he’s the one who ejaculated in you.” You scoffed and grabbed her arm to tug her into the bathroom with you.

“We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Bucky loved seeing how easily your best friend could immediately lift your spirits, but hated being sequestered in the bedroom.

The minutes ticked by even slower for you. Monique tried to keep you occupied as your phone and her phone counted down until the results would appear. One only took three minutes but the other two took five, so you anxiously stared at the three-minute test lying face-down on the sink until Monique’s phone beeped.

You breathed out an early sigh of relief at the test that read “NOT PREGNANT.”

“Two more,” Monique reminded you.

Those last two minutes felt even longer than the first three. But once your phone dinged, you and Monique each grabbed one of the two remaining tests. Judging by Monique’s squeal, you had the same results. You peeked over just to make sure and barreled through the bathroom door, startling Bucky as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Not pregnant!” you screamed in excitement.

You ran and tackled him, sending him onto his back on the bed.

“Do I need to remind you two what caused this in the first place?” Monique laughed behind you two.

All of your heads turned when your bedroom door swung open to reveal both Steve and Sam looking even more concerned than usual.

“Did you just say what I think you said?!” Steve asked.

“What do you think I said?” you asked, sitting up onto Bucky’s lap.

“We heard ‘I’m pregnant’!” Sam shouted.

“Not pregnant!” you clarified and held up the test you were still gripping. “No babies yet.”

“Yet?” Bucky parroted.

“Uh… yeah…?” you replied hesitantly.

It was something that seemed so far into the future for you two that you never discussed it, but you did want a kid or two someday. And judging by the scare you just had, it was something you should probably discuss soon, just in case.

But Bucky’s reaction pretty much answered your unspoken question. He moved a hand to the back of your neck and pulled you down for a forceful, heated kiss. He easily slid his tongue into your mouth and squeezed your ass — until Monique cleared her throat.

“You should probably use these next time,” she said as she tossed a box of condoms at you.

Bucky pulled away quick enough to catch the box before it hit you, but the rest of the room still laughed at your expense.

“You really like giving Stark a reason to kill you, don’t you?” Sam asked Bucky, who groaned out loud and collapsed back on the bed.

“I didn’t know!”

•

That night as you and Bucky were lying in bed — just a couple hours after your period finally started — you forced your nerves away and asked the big question.

“Hey, what were you feeling today? Before I took the tests, I mean.”

Bucky continued to stroke your arm, unfazed by the topic.

“Initially, fear. And then the more time passed, the more that fear turned into... excitement, I guess? I mean, I always wanted kids back in the day, but now I’m kind of worried, you know?”

“Why?” you prodded, propping yourself up on Bucky’s chest so you could look directly at him. He propped his head up with his hand to look back at you.

“Do I need to remind you that I was the deadliest assassin in the world 10 years ago?” he smirked.

“Well yeah, but not anymore!” you smiled back. “You’re my Bucky Bear now.”

“Mm, keep saying cute shit like that and I’ll actually get you pregnant next time.”

You giggled at this but shook your head.

“Monique got us condoms for a reason.”

“Do you want to use one now?” Bucky smirked.

“I gotta be totally honest,” you started slowly. You felt weird saying this but, “I don’t think I want to use them at all.” That cute little wrinkle popped up between Bucky’s eyebrows as he silently questioned your answer. “I just… I like feeling you.”

You swung a leg over his body to straddle him and pressed your body to his. Your lips attached to his neck before trailing up to his ear.

“I’m not against them if you want to use them,” you said softly. “But you should make that decision soon.”

He made up his mind real quick.

[airbender-dacyon]

So sorry for the late reply! And I'm flattered you love the little snippets so far! I'll try to remember to let you know when I do start posting it.

Also, full disclosure:

I've got a Part 1 that is a S2/early S3 AU where Hap lives that I still really need to write because it needs to be posted first;

The snippets above are from the main continuation I am working on that is a bit of a surprise story (and might not go the way you expect) - you can find some more ambiguous details here in this post;

And I do intend to do a full, formal Part 2 that picks up in S3 where Part 1 left off and continues through Chaos Theory.

#the kenji part. i just know they have the most heart breaking relationship especially since i hc that hap had an abusive dad himself#so this is really important to hap

I will be honest, I haven't given too much thought to Hap's childhood/backstory (I have thought about it a bit, don't worry), but regardless of that, Hap very quickly realizes that Kenji is the one with the worst relationship with his parent(s) out of the group. #im also rlly interested to how youre gonna write ben n hap's relationship. i just know the tension between them never goes away#in my head it stops being a “i dont trust you” type tension to a “i am better than you” one

Without spoiling too much, there is definitely a period where there's this distrust Ben holds towards Hap and Hap is frustrated by Ben (he's an unknown, he wasn't with the others when Hap first encountered them, he's gone more feral than the others, etc.) when Hap is just trying to help. Things will eventually improve between them.

#uve lowkey motivated me to potentially write my own take on this 😭

I am so thrilled to hear this!! I hope to be able to read your own story about this idea someday!!! Especially to see how you bring your ideas/headcanons to life compared to my own interpretation of the situation and how the characters respond. So excited!!

hear me out. au where hap never dies n becomes a father figure to all the kids

[bangjiazheng]

Today afternoon (15.11.2024 18.57 ) I logged into 【tumblr】 in the afternoon (3rd).

Today afternoon (15.11.2024 18.57 ) I logged into 【tumblr】 in the afternoon (3rd). This is today's my 3rd log into【tumblr】(Nearly this time(almost at the same time),I also login in facebook too.)

Today afternoon,I am seriously doing necessary houseworks(preparations),Happy Happy!!!! Recently several days,Before I go to Czech,Every day,There will be many houseworks. My dad and mom also helping me preparaing some necessary items…………Very Happy!!!!

Today afternoon,I preparing some items,I am Very Serious,Very Happy!!!!

And,I am seriously recharging the alarm clock.And other necessary batteries.Very Happy!!!!

This afternoon,I doing necessary houseworks(preparations),Saving time for learning Czech language,Very Happy!!!!!!

Recently,Doing houseworks(preparations) is more important,Because , soon,I will go to Czech by plane,Happy Happy!!!! Many necessary items,I will prepare them,take and send them to Czech,Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!! I doing necessary houseworks,I using up all my physical energy,And I am Very Happy!!!!

Why am I so happy doing these necessary houseworks(preparations,preparing to go to Czech)???? Because: I Love Czech Language!!!! I Love Learning Czech Language!!!!!!Very Happy Vey Happy!!!!!!!!!!Very Very Happy Happy!!!!!!!!!!!…………Happing~,Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………………… Learning Czech Language, Very Seriously And Very Happily!!!!!!!,Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!………………Happing~ Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!……………………………………

I am doing necessary houseworks(preparations),Saving time for learning Czech language Very Seriously,Very Happy!!!! The Happiest The Happiest!!!!!!

And,After doing houseworks,I will continue learning Czech language(Houseworks are very much,May be I start learning Czech language,After several days,When I am in Czech………………),Happy Happy!!!! The Happnesses of my learning Czech language couldn't describe in any words,Because Too Happy!!!!!! Very Happy Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!Happing~,Happing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………………………………Happy Meowing~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………………………………………………………………(Note: As Happy As A Middle-Aged Big Good Meow,Happy Happy!!!!)………………………………………………

Now,Before I eat dinner,There is still some time. After serious and happily recording,I continue doing necessary houseworks,Saving time for learning Czech language,Happy Happy!!!! Happing~ Happing~!!!!!!……………………Happy Meowing~!!!!!!!!!!

Bangjia Zheng I Learning Czech Language,Very Happy Very Happy!!!!!!!!!!

15.11.2024 18.57

[ziracona]

Do you get annoyed when people keep asking you about dbd even if you're not really into it anymore? How does it feel to have people following you for your dbd works even if you probably won't continue them (I know you may, but let's say you won't)?

When I was 14 I left My Little Pony fandom with some unfinished fanfiction and people kept asking me about it. It haunted me for like three years. Even 10 years later I'm sometimes invited to fandom meetings and get asked questions about my fic and I'm fuckin dying bc I have to confront cringy 14 yo me.

Anyway I hope you're feeling good today <3 <3

Awww, that’s a very sweet thing to ask. : )

Well, let me think. It really depends. I cooled originally because of the archives and the retcons being so bad back to back to back, and stopped around when Sally’s tome released. But the last straw for stopping was that I got harassed over dbd for about a week the exact same time I got the call one of my family members had just been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. And while it was hardly the first time and usually I don’t care much, those two events kind of left a joined taste in my mouth. Even if that doesn’t make entire sense, I guess it does though. When I was about 10, I had moved, and a friend of mine I’ll call K, their mom got diagnosed with breast cancer. The way their dad broke the news was to take them to see the movie Hoodwinked, and get nice food, to try and soften the blow. That was a sweet intention, but to the best of my knowledge, even though that film truly has nothing to do with K’s personal life, the thought of it alone is upsetting, because that’s just how traumatic associations work. So, circling back. At the time? Almost infuriating, even if irrational. Didn’t help I’d made online friends for dbd, basically all of whom that knew, did the opposite of be there for me while I watched a family member die. Getting asked, especially after I’d answered the same question a lot of times, it felt like no one was listening to or respecting my choices or the tragedy I was going through. Really bothered me when I got that from friends. Sometimes I made it very clear it was not a topic I wanted to be discussing, and got straight up ignored. Both more personal and the more public versions were a very dismissive, and unpleasant, experience overall.

To be clear though, I am happy there are people still following me for my dbd works—I haven’t cooled on my own creations. I’m very proud of them, and I love those stories, and I am quite happy other people do too, and that some of the people originally interested for that have stuck around. I’m also really excited every single time a new reader finds and comments on, or starts asking me about my work. To me, DbD the currently ongoing game, and DbD of my works are divorced concepts like nearby islands. And I love my own stories. So I welcome asks about my own work. I don’t think that ever stopped. It’s more complicated with just about DbD updates kind of asks, now, because I tend to get them on anon, so it’s not like I can know if it’s a long time follower ignoring they know I left & hoping I am/assuming I’ll magically get back into dbd just because I was a bnf for so long, or if it is someone just popping in or following recently bc they just got into my stuff, and have no clue. When I first started being like ‘I haven’t been paying attention any more, here is why,’ and that got ignored; genuinely hurtful, is how it felt. Now, I know decent odds it’s someone with no clue, and if they don’t know, it doesn’t bother me. I have been invited to things, and in general I find that sweet, because it’s never from people who’ve interacted like here, on Tumblr, enough to know I’m peaced out. It’s always just people who know and like my work, and that, again, I see as very different to me, and it makes me happy. A little funny, at times, especially if they want to talk about an update I barely am aware even happed, but flattering and sweet none the less.

So I guess, in tldr, I actively enjoy engagement with my own content—a lot. And if I get dbd requests from people who don’t know, I don’t mind. It used to be extremely hurtful to regularly get asks about a game I was very publicly off of, while going through so much shit last year, and I hated it. Now I mind less, because I know people don’t all know now. It can still be mildly irritating depending on my mood though. I do still intend to continue my own stuff though; for a long time it was too close for me to want to touch it, but time has helped and I’ve really enjoyed especially all the people asking about Signifying Nothing this year. It was very nice. : )

So my stuff: Actively Enjoy. — DbD updates: I won’t really have an answer and how I feel will depend on my mood. — Dbd in general?? Mmmm. Depends. Old/OG: interesting and I enjoy it—I still like that too. Archives retcon changes and updates I know nothing about? Do not enjoy that. And I guess like? — tbh, while I never stopped liking my stuff and am very happy for interaction with it, and plan to write more, I really don’t think I will ever go back to being into/playing dbd the game, because I was already like two straws from quitting. Unless the online play got way less toxic, the devs retcon their bad retcons and fix their un-research, and stop making their lore worse and worse all the time w tomes—especially in F You ways to the fans, and the devs stop doing shady stuff like shit redesigns and cosmetic choices, and participating in NFTs, I’m not ever going back to the game because it’s no longer….good. As an experience, to me. Too much I’d be like ‘I don’t really want to affiliate w this anymore’ at. I really don’t think that’s such an uncommon fan response, is the funny thing—especially with tv shows, where writing seasons 1-4 can be great, but then the next six seasons fall apart, so it’s kinda odd to me it seems so hard for some video game people to grasp some players might feel that same way. It’s not even uncommon to love something at start, see it get worse and worse, and spend six years writing fixer for the bad writing because the characters or world had such potential. It’s not like I hate dbd or something either—I’ll always love my own stuff, and OG dbd, just New Dbd, I am disinterested in. It lost me, haha. Anyway! I digress.

Circling way back, I’m sorry that you had to deal with that. I’ve certainly experienced versions of that before. And it was really considerate of you to ask me this, so, thank you. It means a lot. You’re the first and only person I’ve ever known because of dbd who has asked me something like that, and it made me feel listened to. It really means a lot.

[doctormomwriter]

Moonlight Part 1--AEW

*I just want to write something while I procrastinate writing my notes*

Warnings: smut, if you're underage run away now.

Characters: OC, Wardlow (AEW), MJF, Orange Cassidy, Danhausen, Britt Baker

It had been a while since I had gotten to stitch up someone at a live event. Lately all the injuries people got were muscular related, the occational broken finger or toe. I had been working as AEW's private medical provider for 10 months now. This was my dream job for the time being. Growing up, Dad had me and my siblings hooked on wrestling. From Nitro to flea market and back yard $5 shows my dad made sure all of his kids fell in love with the sport. I always loved it. When I was about 10 years old, my brother and I were pretending to be the Hardy Boyz and jumping off the roof of the trailer onto our trampoline. Everything seemed like a good idea until my brother broke his arm in three places. I patched him up and poured dad's good whiskey on the bleeding places because I could not find the alcohol and managed to keep my brother calm until dad got home. Boy was he mad... not at us or the amount of Jack Daniels that I wasted, but that we did not think to run next door and call him on the telephone. That night after he came home with my brother from the hospital he tucked us in and said "Ivy, if you had not wrapped up your brothers arm as quick as you did, he might be a lot worse off. You gonna be my doctor aint ya girl?" I said "Maybe, I think I might want to just not work." He laughed and said "me too" before shutting off the lights.

I thought about this memory often, my dad would have supported me no matter what I wanted to be, but I think he would have been happy to see me get my white coat. My brother still calls me from time to time and we laugh about the good old days and how considering we grew up in a trailer park in North Georgia, we all turned out pretty successful. Daddy would have been proud.

I turned back to the arm I was stitching and carefully looped the thread around for the last time. I put some ointment on the outside and covered it with a breathable bandaid. "There you go, sugar." I patted the large man on the shoulder. Michael Wardlow was one of my favorite people to talk to in this company. He was kind of quiet at first, but its hard not to get to know someone when you have treated their injuries for almost a year.

"Thanks Doc, you coming to Britt's after party tonight?" He asked, standing up and straighting him dress slacks back out.

Before I could answer, Long Island's version of the mouth-of-the-south came running into the medical tent. MJF slapped Wardlow on the arm I just stitched and it did not even phase him. Maybe he was still numbed up, I thought to myself.

"Alright big guy, you and me. Let's go get ready for the party tonight! We are in Alabama baby! I want to get a couple cowgirls in my bed." He turned to me and cocked his head to the side.

MJF was never mean to me. We just never really spoke on the count of he hasnt happed to have been injured enough to visit...yet. Still, he was not my favorite kind of person. We had a few conversations in catering where he asked me how I got back stage and I had to show him my name tag with my credentials but after than he called me 'Doc' just like everyone else.

"Doc, you got a haircut, looks nice!" He put his arm around my shoulder and I cringed a bit as he was still very sweaty from his wrestling match. "You're from redneck wonderland, got in hot friends out here." I pulled away nonchalantly.

"Nah, I am not an Alabama girl. Sorry my friend." I said as sweetly as Queen Dolly Parton would have.

"Well then, you wann be my cowgirl?" I had turned really red from embarassment but thankfully he walked away without a response.

"I will hit him if you ask me to." Wardlow smiled at me.

Part of me felt a little sad that MJF noticed my new look and Wardlow had not said a word. I hated to admit this but, I had a big crush on him. He was just so tall and sweet and it's hard for me to feel like I am dainty around most men. I stand at 5 foot 10 inches and weigh 225 pounds. I would say most of the weight is in my ass and thighs and the mom never blessed me with the breasts genes so I looked like an hourglass with a lot of sand at the bottom. I recently went from having my medium length black hair in a messy ponytail to having a very dark teal to black hombre complete with curtain bangs than gave my face more shape. I felt it made me look older, but not that old. I will be 29 next week, but I don't think anyone knows. My stomach ached at the thought of having spent all but the last year of my adult life in college and med school, but I was so happy to be where I am now. My dark framed glasses sank down my nose a bit and I pushed them up with my finger before looking up at the handsome giant.

"Nah, I dont wanna stitch him up today. I'd rather get back to the hotel." I smiled and waved goodbye. He did not say anything else.

On my way to my car Britt popped up behind me. Covering my eyes with her hands and leading me to my car. Had I not already known it was her, I may feared for my life. She lifted her hands and revealed a big group of people that I had he pleasure of getting to know over the last year. They were all holding up balloons and a giant card.

"Happy Early Birthday!" Britt screamed and hugged me tightly. Kissing my cheek.

Danhausen who was very new to AEW but not to me crawled out of my trunk and slinked up to stand beside Orange Cassidy. They all cheered and threw confetti. I was still kind of stunned.

"You guys are the best, thank you so much. I didnt know you knew it was coming up!" I held back some tears of happiness.

"Actually, we did not know until last night, and since next week we are going to be in Wisconsin and it's cold as fuck there, we figured we could celebrate with you here while the weather is nice. That is why I am having a party tonight!" She sang out the last part.

I took a deep breath. I was not a party girl. I can't even remember the last time I had more than a few drinks.

"I'm gonna need to go find something to wear I guess! Thank you, I love yall, you have been so welcoming."

"Doctor. Doctor, you have healing abilities. You are a witch. Danhausen will protect the witch."

"Doc, you are an angel, you keep us healthy and happy so we are happy to celebrate you!" The Bucks had given me a hug and walked away after their kind words.

Orange Cassidy gave me a thumbs up and a pat on the back.

"Britt, I have 2 hours to find an outfit and get ready and I do not know where to begin." I panicked as we were alone now.

"Oh don't you worry your cute little bangs off, I got you girl. I ordered you an outfit and it is in your hotel suite as we speak." She ran off.

"Wait... how do you know if it will fit..what if it doesnt fit.." I was never the kind of girl who could order clothes online. Half the time I either over estimated my size or I ended up looking like a busted can of biscuits.

I made it to the hotel and took a hot shower. I wrapped my towel around my chest and did my hair and make up while sitting on the counter like I did when I was a teenager. I went to go put on my favorite lipstick when I remembered that I had not even seen the outfit I was supposed to wear.

I stripped off the towel and put on some comfy black boy short panties with pink lace around the top. There was a bad on my bed with a card. I opened the card first. I almost cried laughing as it printed on a picture of MJF's face. "Happy Birthday Cowgirl. From, Britt Bae (written in pink with lots of glam), Maxwell Jacob Freidman (written in perfect cursive), and Michael (large blocky letters but not totally terrible caligraphy)" I could not help but laugh and then it dawned on me that they may have me wearing chaps out here tonight. Do not get me wrong, my voice sounds like a mandolin and banjo, but I am not a southern-pride-yeehaw kind of girl. I always thought of myself as a fine mix of Dolly and Stevie Nicks who looks like Abby from NCIS, but I can't turn down a gift and be rude. I opened the bag and out fell a pair of skinny jeans with holes all up the legs, black cowboy boots, and a green, purple, and black plaid button down. The icing to this "yallternative" cake was definitely the black cowboy hat that had a pink button on it that said Birthday Girl. To my absolute surprise, the entire outfit fit like a glove. I looked pretty cute and I was even able to go put on my purple lipstick. I took a look in the long mirror and put my phone in my butt pocket. I stopped and decided to tie the button down at the bottom and make it a crop top. I was never really body shy, but I am not model sized and I for sure dont look like Britt. I had softness to my belly. The tight knot I tied under my breasts made them perk up from C's to D's and I decided that I was going to need some alcohol to pull this look off. The party was being held at Sixes Tavern a block away from the hotel. I was already 20 minutes late. I walked in and everyone screamed "happy birthday" all at once. The band played some covers of old country songs I had grown up with even though it wasnt my favorite stuff anymore it brought back fond memories. Britt handed me a yellow drink in a martini glass and I shot it down in about 3 seconds.

"You look hot!" She screamed in my ear.

"Thanks.." I whispered back and looked at my feet.

MJF and Danhausen were arguing over appetizers as I walked into our private section. I was thankful it was not as loud as the main bar. Danhausen quickly cursed MJF and MJF threatened to have him fired. Wardlow rolled his eyes and finally he made eyecontact with me. I waved at him and he waved back quickly. At the end of the table were presents that I wish were not there. I did not want anyone to go through the trouble of buying me anything when this is really all I needed.

There was about 30 of us in the room when the waiter came in and refilled everyones drink orders. I asked for a triple vodka tonic with a redbull on the side and Britt gave me the side eye.

"If you are starting out like that you won't make it through the night." She said

"Well, you said you wanted cowgirl, I'm gonna give you cowgirl!" I giggled.

Britt was dressed nearly identical to me but her outfit had a lot of pink. Even her hat was pink. I was blushing already at the sight of Wardlow. He had a forest green button down tucked into black jeans and his hat was a dark dusty grey color.

"Are you drinking because you are trying to get laid?" Britt bursted out laughing.

"No, god no... I am just nervous.. I need to loosen up. I'll eat to soak it up, dont worry about me." I nudged her with my elbow.

"If it is any consolation. I think he likes you too, but I think he is not making a move because because his friend likes you too." I spat out my drink when she said that.

**too be continued**

[iris-westallen1]

SETTING BOUNDARIES

After Barry came home telling iris everything that happened while she was sick and about the pregnancy test they went to bed holding each other with iris reassuring Barry they still

have time and they are still trying not every pregnancy goes on the first try. But what Barry didn’t know was that iris was seriously mad at Cecile and plans on talking to her the next day.

‘’good morning beautiful’’ Barry says to a groggy iris as he presses kisses on her face

‘’good morning to you to’’ hmm ha-ha ‘’ Barry what has gotten to you this morning’’

‘’ can’t I just want to kiss my wife a beautiful good morning’’

‘’ But seriously this is me saying thank you for the encouraging words last night they really meant a lot’’

‘’ any time babe it's what I’m here for besides’’ iris nudges his shoulders with hers ‘’ we are in this TOGETHER okay’’ she says as she kisses him softly

‘’okay’’ Barry kisses her again

‘’So, what do you have planned for today’’ Barry asks iris as he sits up to yawn and stretch

‘’ Uhm so I wanted to talk to you first about this ‘’

‘’ what about’’ Barry said with his head forming confused lines

‘’ it’s about Cecile I really want to talk to her about showing us some respect and boundaries’’

‘’ Yeah, I was actually going to talk to you about that today we really need to set some rules with her’’

‘’ I totally agree first she shows up at the house completely unannounced saying she has a file to drop off for me and she didn’t even call me to find out if I was home, then wither using her powers to find out what you’re feeling so unprovoked, asking you what’s in your bag that was just doing too much’’

‘’ exactly the way she just went into my mind because I was in a hurry and wouldn’t let her come in and because she spotted your computer bag instead of her to just take the hint and leave, she decided since he won’t tell me I’ll just go snooping in his head for information that has nothing to do with me’’

Iris had already come out of the shower and getting dressed ‘’ that’s right so now I need to go talk with her because this can’t keep going on’’

Iris walks over to Barry to kiss him goodbye

‘’ I love you’’ iris said into the kiss

‘’ I love you too’’

Later that morning after getting her jitters breakfast she called Cecile

‘’ morning Cecile, I need you to come to my office this morning please’’ iris spoke as sharp as she could

‘’ Uhm okay I’m on my way, are you sure you’re okay I can sense that your feeling tense, annoyed-‘’

‘’CECILE just get here NOW’’ iris hangs up the phone quickly trying to calm herself from the oncoming anger from that phone call If this is how she feels with that short call I wonder what it will be like when I actually talk with her

file:///C:/Users/pearl/Downloads/iphone-VnXE.png (this is a text between Barry and iris I didn't know how to post the pic on here)

Cecile enters ‘’hey sweetie you wanted to see me’’ before iris even had a chance to reply

‘’ oh, is this about the negative pregnancy test don’t worry you guys are still young it will be happing in no time, I didn’t even know you guys were trying.’’

Iris keeps balling her fist trying to calm down but Cecile had to make it worse

‘’ sweetie why are you feeling angry just looking in your head I can feel all that anger it's just blocking everything else- ‘’

‘’ ENOUGH CECILE ENOUGH GODDAMMIT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU’’

‘’Woah iris calm down’’

Iris took a deep breath trying to reel in that anger ‘’ I called you here today to talk about the disgusting/ inappropriate behavior why is it that you find the need to go inside our heads to find out things without our permission? HmMM? You’ve been doing this for a while and we decided to keep quiet about it but yesterday you crossed the line going into my husband’s mind to find out we were trying for a baby and that I might be pregnant is not okay’’

Cecile at least had the decency of looking ashamed and that made iris anger decrease just a little

‘’ My husband went to the privacy of his lab to find out if we were pregnant something that intimates that was between him and me and you intruded on them and now you come here saying my husband and I didn’t inform you we were trying for a baby. Who gave you the idea that you deserved to know that nobody knew except Chester who caught us in the moment.’’

‘’ *gasp* you told Chester before me how could you’’

‘’ are you even listening to yourself we didn’t tell Chester but Chester being the good respectful friend didn’t say anything to anyone, didn’t bother us or invade Barry’s privacy but you did, you don’t need to know when my husband and I are going to try to have a baby nobody needs to know until we tell them, are you part of my marriage demanding intimate knowledge that doesn’t concern you.’’

‘’ and what made this worse is that you willing went with Barry to go get my testing done when he didn’t need you there at all. What if my test had come back positive huh? You would have been comfortable knowing I was pregnant before I did like who does that. That was supposed to be an intimate moment between Barry and me NOT you, me, and Barry this isn’t a throuple you aren’t in our relationship.’’ Defeated iris just seats back on her chair.

‘’ honestly Cecile this has got to stop I know for a fact you and my dad had this problem when you first got the powers you kept going into his mind you can’t keep invading people’s privacy. This was supposed to be a surprise that you get to be mama Cecile but you almost ruined that and it sucks that I’m grateful that the test result came in negative when I should be sad about that news not happy that I’m not pregnant and it's so unfortunate so what I need from you is space right now give me and my husband space don’t come near us just keep your distance when we get pregnant you can come back around and after that if you ever and I mean ever go into our heads without our permission we will cut you out of our lives regardless of if your my dad's girlfriend or not do I make myself clear’’ iris said with so much steel and certainty in her voice

Cecile gulped she hadn’t meant to cause this much trouble she just wanted to know ‘’ yes iris I understand and I am truly sorry for all of this’’ with that said Cecile turned around and left iris office.

Iris took a deep breath and let herself think again because she had to block those because of Cecile and she didn’t trust her right now but getting some distance from her right now is for the best.

Iris picked up her things and packed her bags no longer feeling up for work today she contemplated on calling Barry to fathwoop her home but she decided against it

Closing the door and putting her key on the table iris called out to Barry ‘’ honey? I’m home’’

‘’ hey sweetie’’ mwah Barry kisses her deeply ‘’ so how did the talk go’’

‘’ uh it was stressful ‘’ iris walk to go sit on the couch ‘’ but I think I got through to her, I also told her to distance herself from us until we conceive then she can come back around us I would have made it to last until we found out about the sex and if we were going to share it but since we already know I just told her until I get pregnant, she should keep her distance so yeah’’

‘’ and how do you feel about that’’

‘’ look I care for Cecile but at the moment I don’t trust her and its tiring to hide my emotions and thoughts around her all the time just because she can’t be a dissenting person and mind her business so I think this is for the best and I hope she learns her lesson from this’’

Barry sits next to her and pulls her feet to his thighs massaging them ‘’ I am sorry you have to go through this its meant to be the happiest days of our lives and I’m sorry she ruined it for us’’

‘’ We are going to be okay’’

‘’ yes, we are’’

‘’ thank you for being the best husband ever and for always listening to me’’

‘’ you, are very much welcome’’

[sasuhinasno1fan]

‘Secret Relationship’ - Lukadrien June Day 26

My mind went to Hart of Dixie when I read the prompt so yeah. Lemon was a lot to deal with so I felt like Chloe would be her but they have redemption arcs, don't worry. And hey, she and Zoe get along here, so it's ok. Secret Relationships

He didn’t have to say anything, really. As much as he loved this small town, for some reason, it didn’t love him back. Even though he grew up with summers here, helping his mom in the practise and hanging out with Chloe, when he left for a few years to become a doctor and try and land a residency, everything changed. Chloe was ten times more intense and her overprotectiveness of her half-sister and hatred of her mother made her unbearable, nothing like the girl he remembered. People seemed to think he was a completely different person that the very idea of him being their friend was something to be scared of. Like now, he’d been secret friends with Sabrina, helping her gain more confidence to stand up to Chloe - who he’d hope would eventually talk to him and explain why she was acting the way she was – and she’d been chosen as Memory Matron, basically a person who ran the town’s traditions and tried to preserve a few old historic buildings. Chloe of course wanted it and was obviously upset, but Adrien was proud of Sabrina for taking charge. He’d been hoping it would mean they could hang out in public but she said she couldn’t since most people in the town ‘hated him’. It still hurt to hear and see, after calling this small town his home, and not just because his mother was one of the doctors.

When his parents split and his mom was busy with the divorce, the town practically came together to help raise him until he had to go back to his dad, the unfortunate part of the deal between them. he’d been in Paris for a few years, hoping to get high up before coming to help his mom out. His mom had been sick during then and made those who knew, promise not to tell him and leave before he could get his fellowship. When he got here, his mom was on her deathbed and the sudden announcement that he’d take over her half of the practise was a surprise and a lot of people thought he choose the job over his mom. Chloe’s dad was his partner and certainly didn’t want to share, there was a minor incident involving a parade float that he got blamed for and apparently delivering a baby at an engagement party was in poor taste. Though, he’d blame that last one on Nath’s mom, since she never got along with his own and she was just passing on the dislike to him.

Point was, here Chloe was, with Sabrina keys, the keychain he’d given her earlier dangling from the ring, and the blonde was looking smug, thinking she was going to get what she wanted after all, basically announcing that he and Sabrina were friends and that was against the law.

He loved Chloe and he might be mad at Sabrina for choosing a position over him, but he wasn’t about to let Chloe win. “My keys!” he got up from his table and practically sprinted to the front of the room, snatching them from Chloe’s hand. “I’ve been looking for these everywhere. Thanks for finding them Sabrina.”

Chloe scoffed. She might hate her mom, but her attitude was fitting her more and more each day. “You have keys with your own name on it? Self-obsessed much?”

“No that’s you. these are keys I made for someone else.” He looked across the restaurant, trying to decide who. It’d have to be a date; the whole town had been gossiping about him dating someone. Finally, he made his decision and walked over to the bar, relishing a little in Luka’s confused expression. “I think it’s time we stop hiding things. Here, it’s for the carriage house. Try not to be late this time.” He grabbed his stuff and left, letting out a breath once he was as far from the Liberty’s Hardrock.

He just told the whole town he was dating Luka, his kinda sometimes annoying neighbour, who had a heart of gold that hide beneath all those piercings and hair dye. There was a minor make out when he moved back, since he’d completely changed and Adrien was a little drunk of wine, then when the heatwave hit and he almost went further and then the moment they shared during Christmas. Adrien wasn’t going to lie, when he was a kid, he thought Luka was the coolest and the years had been very good to him. But he hadn’t been ready to date anyone, his last attempt ended up sleeping with someone before their date could even happen. He wanted to put a pause, but now to protect someone, he was.

He just hoped Luka didn’t kill him for leaving him to answer questions everyone was sure to have.

                                                  ________________

Luka knocked on the door to the carriage house an hour later. Adrien was sent back to the last time Luka knocked on the door, with Nino tagging along to try and find Adrien’s mystery man.

“Hi.” Adrien greeted, taking in the ruffled appearance Luka had compared to the more put together one from before. “What happened to you?”

“Courtesy the very curious towns people. Thanks for leaving me there. Still think you should have let Sabrina sink.”

Adrien let the bartender in and headed back to his bedroom. “I’m not that type of person. I helped Sabrina earn that head place and maybe if appearance didn’t matter so much, things would have been different. That and if the town didn’t think I’d choose a fellowship over my ailing mom.”

Luka dropped himself on the bed next to Adrien. “You know all you have to do is ask Marc and he’d release that recording on the gossip cite.”

“And get him fired from being a lawyer’s assistant, no thanks. I’ll prove it to them myself. Now, I think we need to talk secret relationship. You know as well as I do if we break up way too suddenly, Chloe will know we were lying and Sabrina will pay for it.”

Luka shook his head, clearly wanting to say more but clearly knew when to stop poking. “Alright. What do we say?”

“Ok, why did we hide our relationship? When did we start going out?”

“Started after Christmas. And…” Luka let out a hum, trying to think before he snapped his fingers. “You have a tendance to put others before yourself and since the town is weary of you, you didn’t want to get me in trouble. Me being the town rebel doesn’t care and has been looking for an excuse to spill about this ‘secret relationship’ since we got together.”

“Luka.”

“Hey, you wanted to know what the story is, it’s the one that makes the most sense.”

Adrien shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I was supposed to not be dating anyone but thank you for going along with this.”

“You’re lucky your worth it.”

                                                ______________

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you and Luka were dating!”

Adrien listened to Marc talk about what happened last night. he was used to people staring at him but now it was intense. Was him dating someone that big a deal?

“How long has it been going on? Wait, is he the guy everyone’s been whispering about? The one you’ve been so giddy over?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He happed to see Chloe, her sister and Sabrina passing by. “Hey, I’m gonna go to the corner store and get ice cream.”

Marc looked confused and glanced at his watch. “It’s like 8 am? Don’t you have to be at the office soon?”

“Like Andre wouldn’t revile in me being a bit late. I’ll see you later!”

Minutes later, Adrien was in the corner store, hiding by the freezers waiting for a head of red hair. Finally Sabrina showed up. He pulled her keys he’d gotten from Luka and passed them to her.

“Here. Luka had to keep the keychain.”

“He deserves it more than me.” Sabrina looked sorry for herself and Adrien had been there when she started crying when they couldn’t be friends anymore. “So I guess it isn’t true? You just did it to protect me?”

“Yeah. I want to be friends with Chloe again, but she’s gonna have to learn not to be so selfish. You deserve this spot. You stood up to her and you proved you’ve got what it takes. I just, I need friends who are gonna stick by me. And I guess Luka is one of them, doing this for me.”

“I know it’s fake but I think you two would be good for each other.”

Adrien shrugged. Would they? Since moving back, even though they could poke each other buttons, he always knew he could count of Luka for help or just be there. Any other person would have asked for something in return, but Luka was different.

‘You’re lucky your worth it.’

He usually said that when Adrien would beg him to do something for him. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he like it when Luka said that, made him feel special.

He left the corner store and almost crashed into Luka, who was being followed by Alya and Marinette, friends of there but also people behind the town’s gossip cite. Adrien could only guess why they’d been following him around.

“Hey, I was just heading to the office.”

“Cool, so I’ll see you at the restaurant for lunch?” Luka asked.

Adrien nodded and before he could even say anything else, Luka had his arms around his waist and his lips pressed against his.

They’d shared a kiss before but it was a memory Adrien didn’t look at with the biggest fondness. This however, was much better.

“I’ll see you later.” Luka whispered against his lips before he was gone. Adrien didn’t even hear Alya and Marinette grill him.

If this was a fake secret relationship, why did it feel so real?