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Heyyy I absolutely love your work!! Could I request a drabble of Bucky being completely smitten with the reader or a headcanon when the reader is sick??? Merci beaucoup mademoiselle🫶💖

Two Floors

PAIRINGS: 40's!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, angst (if you squint), mentions of not haveing enough money

WORD COUNT: 1,759 (got carried away lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

“Oh c’mon doll, can’t leave a poor man hangin’,” he says as he runs to catch up with you. You roll your eyes as he comes to walk along side you.

“Buchanan, I told you to go annoy Rogers instead. I have much more important things to do,” you bite in his direction as you make your way through the streets of Brooklyn.

Graduating high school, a month ago with your best friends, Bucky and Steve, was something your dreamed of when you met the two boys the first time your moved into the old apartment complex.

Since then, the three of you have become inseparable.

But something eats away at your heart, a painful piece of emotion that just slowly chews away at your peace.

“You got a job already?” Bucky asks as he slides his hands into his pockets. You adjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder and nod your head, “just a small secretary job at the library. Enough to earn something until I finally decided what I wanna do with my life.”

Bucky laughs and lets out a low whistle, “still that ‘always need to know whay my future is’ type o’ girl, yeah?” You shake your head and slap his arm, “quit it, Buchanan. Or I’m telling Winnie your being an ass.”

Bucky rubs his arm, a little sore from your slap. “My ma trusts you more than the Lord himself,” Bucky comments, the loosely swinging his arm over your shoulder.

You doesn’t push it away.

“That’s because I don’t go bring random girls back home and make them scream my name in the middle of the night,” you smirk as you reveal you know of his nightly activities.

Bucky stops, forcing her stop. The look on his face is horrific and you snort and slap his chest at his reaction. “How’d you-,” he starts, but you continue to laugh.

“Becca tells me everything, Buchanan,” you wink at him before you start walking again. He breaks out of his reverie and jogs to catch up with you, “doll, it ain’t like that.”

You laugh and shake your head, “do I look like I care who you mess around with, Buchanan?” He pauses and shakes his head, it looks like to you he’s a bit upset, “no, you don’t”

You were about to say something else, but something caught your eye.

You stop and gasp as you walk towards the window of the shop.

The great glass pane with the large painted letters on it does not stop you from viewing the contents inside of the store.

The dainty little locket sits at the back of the display, hiding behind all the extravagant jewels. You know that the owner would’ve expected people to look at the jewels.

But the locket, it hangs lovingly from a thin gold chain. The oval case rests just in between the collarbone.

You think it’s the most beautiful piece you’ve ever seen.

Bucky see’s you view the locket and how in awe you are in as you frame a picture of it in your mind.

“Why don’t you get it,” Bucky suggests, nodding at the piece of jewellry. You let out a sad laugh, “because it costs more than our parents’ rent combined, Buchanan.”

You bite your lip while still looking at the necklace, “a girl could dream.”

You sigh and pull away, “let’s go.”

------- The Rogers’, the Barnes’ and your parents all stand in front of you as they sing ‘Happy Birthday’ for the eighteenth time in your life.

After they finish the song, out of key, you drag the simple knife down the cake, and they start cheering.

Your mother cuts up slices and hands it to everyone, you get up from the dining table and smooth out the wrinkles of the emerald green cotton dress your mother sewed for you.

The dad’s gather as they converse about the lastest sports, the mom’s are in the kitchen laughing as the cook dinner. Steve, Bucky, Rebecca and you sit in the living room.

You go against the opinions of Steve’s and Bucky’s as they complain about how high school was the worst time of their life.

“Look guys, you can’t say that,” you chastise them softly, “Becca, you’re in your junior year. It’s one of the best times you’ll ever experience.”

Becca nods, as Steve shakes his head to Bucky and Bucky mouths a ‘No’ in Becca’s direction.

“Buchanan,” you throw the couch pillow at him.

-------

“Hey, can I come in?” Bucky knocks on the window of your bedroom.

The party was over, and you’re parents went out to have a quick little dinner. They were upset because they didn’t want to leave you on your special day, but you knew how hard they’ve been working, and they didn’t have time to themselves. So you pushed them out the door and yelled a ‘have a great time’.

Bucky crouches on metal ridges that is your fire escape, waiting for your permission to enter your room.

You jump out of bed and raise your window a bit higher so he can fit in. “Are you out of your mind, Buchanan?” You whisper-yell at him.

He shrugs, “what? I live two floors above your doll, nothing to be worried about.” The wink he throws you way, makes you roll your eyes.

But there’s a place in your heart where it instantly becomes warm.

Because, even if Bucky was a player at times, he still caught your heart.

You did roll your eyes at his antics. But your smile was true from how playful he is.

You’d say ‘Quit it, Buchanan’, but in your mind you’d always whisper a ‘Don’t ever stop’.

You knew you were falling for Bucky, but you always forced those feelings down.

Because you knew, he won’t feel the same.

“What needed my attention so badly, that you had climb down to get here,” you cross your arms and narrow you’re eyes at him.

He smirks and sits on your bed, “well, I haven’t given you my present yet.”

You freeze.

You’re also confused.

“What? Of course you did, your family gifted me the Aesop Fable set,” you say as you walk to stand in front of him.

You vividly remember getting the gift, because it was something you have been telling Becca about for so long. And you squealed when you opened their present

But Bucky shakes his head, “no doll. They gave you, their gift. I haven’t given you mine.”

You pause, and you swear your heart starts beating a little faster.

“What”? You whisper, because you know you voice will crack if you spoke louder.

He pats the space next to him, “sit down, doll.”

You gulp and go sit down next to him, you obediently place you hands on your thighs as you wait for the next part.

Bucky gives a smile. But it’s different, you have never seen this look on Bucky before. The softness of his eyes, the way his cheeks are slightly flushed, the little crinkles at the corners of his lips as he maintains that smile.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box.

The box looked like it was originally used to store a single chocolate ball, but the lettering on it worn out and the edges are a bit jagged.

You look at bucky with confusion, “what is thi-.”

He interrupts you, “just open it f’me, doll.”

And you do.

“Bucky, no.”

The locket stares back up at you, the gold glints under the light of your room.

“You-you can’t be serious, thi-this has to be a joke,” you turn to face him with tears lining your eyes. You heart has never beaten so fast in your entire life.

Bucky’s grin widens and nods, “got it this morning, just for you.” He says your name so softly that you think it might break if he said it to harshly.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your head against his shoulder as you whisper your million ‘thank you’s’.

Bucky chuckles and rubs your back, “anything for you, doll.”

“Why, why me? Why this?” you shake your head against him.

“Because I gotta tell the girl, who lives two floors below me, that I’m in love with her,” Bucky pulls back and cups the back of your neck.

You gasp softly and furrow your brows at him, your shock so evident on your face.

“Gotta tell her that I’ve been after her since the day she moved into this building,” Bucky leans in and you follow.

How have you been so daft to not see this?

You close your eyes and stop until you’re a hair width’s away from Bucky’s lips.

“Gotta tell her how much I’ve been dreamin’ about her, and how she’s the only thing on my mind,” Bucky whispers, and you feel his breath hits your lips.

He softly places his lips on yours, and you move your hands to cup his face. You both move your lips in tandem to the other, as you try to feel more of one another.

He pulls away breathlessly and you follow suit.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a long time, doll,” he chuckles and leans in to place soft kisses on your jaw.

You giggle and whisper a ‘me too’.

Bucky takes the locket from your hands and starts to put it on for you.

He soon as he done, he leans back and sees how beautifully the necklace sits just above the dip of your collarbone.

“Open it up,” he nods at the locket. You smile and follow his orders, you gasp as you see a picture of your seventeenth birthday, with the Rogers’ and Barnes’, at Coney Island. And the other side had a picture of you and Bucky at Prom.

You didn’t have a date, well you did but he stood you up. So Bucky stepped in and became your man for the night.

You look up at him and have no words to say.

“I-,” you start but can’t finish your sentence.

“I know, doll. I know,” he smiles. “Been saving those tiny pictures for a while, but it was worth it,” he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes and relish this feeling that hangs in the air.

The feeling that you have been wanting to feel for so long now, it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hmm, doll,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, doll.”

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OMG! MY FIRST EVER ANON!!

HELLO NONNIE!!!

Love this ask, I've always had this idea in mind, but never really knew how to write it.

I guess this is just a messy way of writing it lol.

I hope this is what you were looking for nonnie!!!

Lemme know what you lovelies think!!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[ripleylove]

In the safety of your arms

requested by @teganc : Hiya!! I wanna to say I really liked your story " Better Judgement " it made me smile and tear up at the same time lol. I was hoping to request a Rhea Ripley X fem reader where reader is autistic and is new young wrestler and is very excited when she gets to Raw when she runs into the Judgement day and catches the eye of Rhea To the point where when reader has her very first match ( against any one you choose ) she wins but ends up getting attacked and is saved by Rhea Ripley and Rhea ends up asking the Reader out and ends up falling in love with her ( Fluff and Love Please 😃 ) Thank you so much. Peace and Love

pairing: Rhea Ripley x autistic fem!reader.

genre: a bit of angst but full of fluff <3

summary: being a new wrestler is hard,but trying to not fall for Rhea is harder.

A/N:hi!! This is my first request and I'm so grateful for getting it! As usual,I'd like to thank you all for all the support on Better Judgement, I love yall ❤️ (i also need to learn how to write summaries cause they're awful)

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Thanks to this year's Draft,you went from NXT to Raw. All the hard work,all the sacrifices and all the pain had finally paid off,and you could officially start your career as a Raw wrestler.

Your first Monday at Raw was....kinda hectic. Everything was so busy and there were loud sounds,that kinda triggered you,but you managed to calm down thanks to your favourite Winnie The Pooh stuffed peluche.

You didn't have many friends since you were new,but Becky Lynch was really kind to you,offering food to you and talking about her wrestling experiences. You really admired her for her courage and her strength, and you aspired to be like her.

While you were talking with Becky,you heard a loud voice call your name.

"Y/N! 5 minutes until you have to go on the ring!" A backstage worker shouted.

The familiar feeling of anxiety was starting to arise inside of you,and,to feel the comforting scent and softness of your peluche (that you called Rachelle) , you started to run in one of the locker rooms.

While running,you saw with the corner of your eye one of the strongest factions of WWE: The judgment day. You quickly stopped in your tracks,to try to see them better. After all,they were the reason why you joined WWE.

Rhea and Dominik were sat together watching a video on Rhea's phone,while Finn and Damian were stretching for their upcoming match and JD was nowhere to be seen.

You were staring at the only girl of the judgment day: she was truly breathtaking. Her hair rested on her shoulder,and her make up was on,just like her signature black lipstick.

In that moment,you didn't hear the loud noises or the shouting of the fans in the arena,your heart stopped racing and your breath was starting to slow down: you were in your little bubble,too busy admiring Rhea to notice that backstage workers were calling your name because it was time for you to do your entrance,until Becky came behind you and touched your hand.

"Y/N,are you okay? You ran away so unexpectedly! But now it's your moment,it's the moment of your entrance,the thing you have been waiting for so long! So don't let anxiety get the best of you,you're gonna kill it on the stage!" Becky exclaimed to hype you up,because she saw how fidgety you got and how your hands were slightly shaking.

Both of you were still standing in front of the judgment day's locker room,and obviously they heard what happened. Rhea had already noticed you when you were staring at her,but she didn't say anything. She was kinda amused with your behaviour, and she wanted to see what you were up to in the ring.

Becky helped you to ease your anxiety, and you finally had the courage to walk through the stage,with your entrance music booming in your ears. (You wanted to put your hands over your ears,because the loud volume and the screams of the fans really were overwhelming you,but you managed to put this feeling aside.)

Your first match at Raw was against Naomi,and you were kinda scared to lose,because you knew she was really athletic and agile, but you had confidence in yourself after what Becky told you.

The fight started with you being the dominant one,pinning Naomi multiple times,but the count only reached 2. You knew you would win this,so you picked a kendo stick from the lower part of the ring,and smashed it on her back. She screamed in pain,and you used this occasion to pin her.

"1,2,3!"

You couldn't believe it! You won against Naomi! You were to happy to hear all the cheers and your loud music,but the referee raising your arm pulled you out of your trance.

When you were going backstage,you saw the other two members of The Big 3,Jade Cargill and Bianca Belair,coming towards you with anger evident on their face.

This was already triggering you very badly. What did they want?

"You thought you could escape us?" Jade Cargill said with a threatening voice,while smirking to her work partner and friend Bianca Belair. "What do you think,Jade,do you think we should teach her a lesson for hurting Naomi?" Bianca Belair asked while crossing her arms on her chest,turning to Jade Cargill.

"Oh hell yeah." The two of them quickly started to punch you and Bianca, with her signature long braid, hit you on the back,and you were sure it was going to leave marks for at least two weeks.

Your breathing was unsteady and your hands were shaking like leaves in the wind,and your vision was starting to become blurry: you didn't know if it was thanks to the tears and the sobs,or for the fact that you were feeling like you were going to faint.

"Look at who we have here. Jade Cargill and Bianca Belair punching the champ,how pathetic." You heard a familiar voice say,and you immediately recognised it as Rhea's.

She ran towards Jade and gave her a punch right on her jaw,knocking her on the floor. Then,she pulled Bianca's braid and gave her a kick in the stomach, making her almost faint.

You were sobbing from the pain,and you couldn't find a way to ask help or to shout to Rhea,because your words wouldn't come out.

You needed your comforting yellow blanket and your peluche Rachelle,but the heavy panic attack you were having didn't help at all.

Rhea shouted for the security, and you put your hands on your hears to try to cover up the loud noises around you.

The only woman of the judgment day noticed your condition,and ran to you,with worry evident in her face.

"Y/N! Y/N! Can you hear me? Please,tell me you're okay!" She was softly shaking you,and you finally came to your senses.

You couldn't resist,and you hugged her tightly,she was the only way you could get a little of comfort. Your sobs and cried echoed in the locker rooms,while you were holding tightly onto Rhea,as if she was your lifeline. She didn't hesitate to embrace you back,whispering sweet nothings in your ears,while she was tracing soft patterns of your backs and on your arms. You tried to concentrate on that to overcome your panic attack and to feel a bit of stimulation.

After 10 minutes,you finally calmed down,and Rhea could tell: you fell asleep in her arms. But who could blame you,she was so comforting and her body heat made you feel safe,even if you didn't have Rachelle with you.

Rhea got up while still having you in her arms,and she brought you in her faction's locker room. She sat on the couch and picked up a small blanket and wrapped it around you,so you could be warm and comfortable, and still kept cuddling you.

Unsurprisingly, the door busted open revealing Damian with a shocked and confused expression. Rhea signaled him to be quiet with a finger over her lips,and he stopped in his tracks after seeing you in her arms.

He came closer while inspecting the person that was under the purple blanket and looked at Rhea before whispering:"Is she Y/N? ". Rhea nodded in response and told him with a low voice everything that happened, but she shut up the moment you began to stir in her comforting arms.

"Sweetie?" Rhea asked softly,shooing Damian away to be alone with you. You finally came out of your trance and realised where you were.

You were in Rhea Ripley's arms!

"I'm so sorry for what happened to you,I wish I came there to help you sooner. But don't worry,I got you now. You know,I've been watching since NXT,and today you totally killed it! Jade and Bianca were just jealous because they didn't get to party after Naomi's win,but that didn't happen. You're safe with me,sweetheart, so you won't have to worry about anything else." She told you with her honey-like voice,and you couldn't help to blush and to hold onto her tighter.

"You know,I've always liked you." You looked at her with wide eyes. She liked you!?

"Do you feel the same?" You could see her confident aura crumbling,she was nervous and you could tell.

"Yes,I do. I've always admired you,and right now,you make me feel as safe as I could feel. So yes,I really do feel the same!" You said while smiling,hiding from the embarrassment in the crook of her neck,and you could feel her tighten her hold on you.

"Do you want to go out with me this weekend? We could go to a restaurant or to the mall,we can go wherever you like." She said,and you couldn't do nothing but agree happily.

And you stayed there,in the safety of her arms.

[thechaoticdruid]

Hello! A scene rewrite for your consideration (no obligation of course!):

Astarion’s siblings’ reactions when they break into the party’s camp at the Elfsong Tavern and see Astarion and Winnie cuddling in bed. After the fight, Winnie asks him about not having empathy for the other spawn and Astarion says his line, “No one ever looked out for me. No one ever said a kind thing to me…you’re the only one.”

angst/hurt/comfort?

Thank you for your amazing writing! ❤️

Forever

Pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Winnie)

Note: I hope you don't mind, but some of it is word for word from the game while some is changed a bit, but it's pretty much the same context. This is literally one of my favorite scenes in the game! Also please ignore that the photo is not set in the same place as this oneshot. The oneshot takes place in the Elfsong!

Content: Violence, Fluff, slight angst with comfort. Nothing too bad!

Winnie had never thought she'd feel safe enough to sleep peacefully, undisturbed. Not since before the attack on the Lost Grove, her childhood home, did she ever truly feel safe. Today had been particularly tiring since Winnie, Astarion, Jaheira and Karlach had been on the trail of Jaheira’s friend Minsc. Karlach seemed super excited to meet him, apparently he was some great hero or something. Winnie had never been too educated on Faerûn’s heros. They didn't tell stories of them in the Lost Grove. Now she was resting up in their room in the Elfsong, snuggled up in Astarion's arms as he played with her hair, face nuzzled into his chest. The two of them laid on the bed together hidden away from the view of the others as the drapes closed off the room they were in. 

Astarion was awake watching over the human druid as she dozed off in his arms. The sound of the Elfsong’s ghostly songstress lulling her to sleep. Astarion leans over and plants a chaste kiss on her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender and cherry blossoms, the druid’s signature scent. 

For a while she was in a peaceful slumber, but the wicked don't sleep, someone was here to disturb her rest.

Astarion’s pointed ears detected the sound of footsteps and the scent of undeath hit him hard. 

His siblings had come for a visit, slipping in through the curtains that separated them from the rest of their sleeping companions. Glowing red eyes gazed over at the couple in curiosity.

“Astarion? Finally we've found you.” A tiefling female said as she stepped through the curtains. She was followed shortly by what appeared to be a shirtless human male. The two immediately noticed Astarion curled up around his sleeping human love. Astarion mentally cursed himself for allowing his siblings of all people to witness him in such a vulnerable moment. Cazador was the last person that needed to know of his relationship with Winnie.  

“Looks like he found himself a pet mortal.” The man murmured. Astarion slipped away from Winnie and stood in front of her. 

“Oh, her? She's more of a convenient blood bag, really.” Astarion bluffed, hoping his lie would make sure Cazador didn't see Winnie as a means of leverage to use against him. Winnie shifted, exposing the faded bite marks upon her neck.

“Nevermind that brother, you're coming with us.” The tiefling said before she and the male began to corner Astarion.

Winnie slowly shifted, unconsciously feeling around her bed for her lover. Her eyes blinked open as she suddenly heard the sound of shouting. 

“GET THE HELLS AWAY FROM ME!” Astarion snarled. Winnie leapt out of bed now wide awake as she noticed Astarion backing away from two unfamiliar intruders with his fangs barred. 

“Peace brother, we've come to take you home.” The tiefling said. Winnie glared at them and moved over towards Astarion's side.

“The master needs all seven of us for the ceremony, come with us and be reborn. We'll live again.” The man said.

“You're not taking Astarion anywhere.” Winnie growled out, taking a step in front of him protectively.

“Our master needs him for the Rite. He must attend.” The tiefling woman said.

“Oh, I'm well aware of what the master needs. But don't we deserve better?” Astarion spoke up.

“Better? What do you mean?” The other male spawn questioned.

“After these centuries of torment, I know what you all want, more than power, more than to walk in the sun.” Astarion looked at the other two spawn before a devilish grin formed upon his lips. “You want to see him dead.” The other spawn looked at one another as Astarion continued. Winnie rose an eyebrow at Astarion, curious about what he had to say. “The Rite of Profane Ascension will be mine and he won't see a scrap of its glory. I am going to complete the ritual as the Ascendant and then I am going to kill him!” 

Winnie's eyes widened in surprise. He was really still trying to go through with this despite all of her warnings. Winnie wasn’t a stranger when it came to killing, but his siblings were under Cazador's control just as much as he'd been. Whatever their sins were, they weren't their own. At least that's how it was in Winnie's mind. 

“This is your chance. Name me your new master. We will get our revenge and you will live again.”  Winnie could see the lie in his smile, the hunger for power was clear as day. He'd throw them to the wolves for his own gain.  Normally Winnie would be sickened by such a rotten scheme, but being that it was her lover cooking it up she just felt disappointed. 

“Astarion, you can't be this cruel. You're asking them to die for you in that ritual.” Winnie looked at him, eyes saddened. Astarion tensed as he looked back at his lover's round puppy-like eyes, the soft pout of her lips nearly making him cave.

“Don't look at me like that. With the sweet little ‘disappointed I'm not getting cuddly Astarion’ pout. I can't take it.” He glared back at her slightly. “I can't be what you want to see in me.” 

“Die in the ritual? Whatever are you speaking of? We're going to cheat undeath.” The tiefling said, looking quite puzzled.

“Cazador is lying to you. He needs your souls to complete this ritual!” Winnie exclaimed, “why else do you think he wants Astarion back so badly?”

“The master doesn't need to lie to us. He controls us completely. Why go through the trouble of giving us hope?”

“Oh, I don't know…Maybe because he's a sadistic piece of shit?” Winnie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at their ignorance.

“Shit. She's right, we're doomed.” The male spawn said. “Alright, we'll help you. Just tell us what to do.” Just as he was about to speak further the tiefling woman began to cry out in pain, her body glowing red.

“The bond’s hold. He owns us. We have no choice, we must obey. Get out of here, Astarion!”  She shouted before the other male began to glow red as well.  Winnie tensed, the sound of the front doors to the connecting rooms slamming open sent her into survival mode. Almost immediately she dropped down, wild shaping into her direwolf form with a loud howl to alert the others. 

Astarion quickly grabbed his rapier from under the bed as his tiefling sister came at him with claws. Astarion's blocked her with the blade, slashing her across the chest and kicking her back. Winnie immediately jumped on Astarion's brother and sank her teeth into his shoulder. While the other members of their group fought with the other invading spawn, they were able to slip right past them and make their way towards the room where Astarion and Winnie were locked in combat. 

They lunged at the transformed druid, sinking their fangs into her flesh and draining her of her precious ichor. Winnie released the spawn, jerking back with a high pitched dog like whine as the other spawns mobbed her.

“Winnie!” Astarion pushed his sister out of the way and rushed over to the druid as she was forced out of her wild shape and into her human form. The arcane trickster kicked one of his siblings off her before casting scorching ray and hitting multiple of them with it. Winnie had to take a moment to regain her composure as her head was spinning from blood loss. 

This is bad….Fuck…If only the sun was….Wait a minute!

“Sol Invictus!” Winnie suddenly cast daylight on one of the nearby chairs, sending intense beams of light at all of the nearby vampire spawn. Their skin began to sizzle and scorch. Astarion's siblings immediately made a run for the exit, disappearing into mist before they could be turned to ashes. Winnie huffed a bit, eyes glancing around at the blood and damage caused by their uninvited guests. 

“What a mess. Well at least you've met my family now.” Astarion sighed, running a hand through his hair. Winnie crossed her arms and glared at Astarion.

“Oh come on, you're not still pouting over this!” Astarion whined.

“That was low Astarion. Lying to them like that.” Winnie huffed out.

“I don't know why you're so upset. They're only six vampire spawn!” 

“Can’t you at least be a little sympathetic to others who suffered the same as you?” 

“None of them would do the same for me! 200 years or torment and no one ever said a kind thing to me! You're the only one.” He said, gesturing towards the brunette haired druid.

“Astarion.” Winnie frowned, a saddened look in her eyes. 

“Other people don't have a heart like you….You're you….No one is like that.” Astarion said softly before suddenly feeling a soft hand on his cheek as Winnie looked into his eyes.

“Star, there are so many wonderful people in this world who will love you as much as I do. You just need to open your heart to them.” Astarion placed his larger hand over Winnie's. 

“Don't sell yourself so short. I'm doing this for you too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever.” Astarion smiled sweetly as he gazed lovingly back at his druid before adding a firm, “for good.” Winnie smiled at him, eyes growing soft.

“Your sweet words aren't gonna change my view on this I'm afraid.” Winnie smirked, “but I am rather happy to hear you want to protect me.” 

“Stubborn little thing.” Astarion murmured before leaning in to kiss Winnie's forehead. “I saw you get bitten quite a few times. Are you alright?” 

“I feel woozy I guess, tired.” Winnie admitted, before receiving another forehead kiss. 

“Wait here, I'll go get you something to eat.”Her vampiric love hummed.

“Ooh! Ooh! Cheese!” Winnie said giddily as her partner rolled his eyes with a smile before walking off to fetch her some food. 

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Taglist for Winnie's during campaign oneshots:

@vixstarria , @paganwitchisis , @kerwin290710

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The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 20

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐓𝐂 !) : “Can we never leave this bed? Just stay… forever” he said and rested his forehead on mine once again, eyes fluttering shut. Peace. That’s what I saw over his features, it was few and far between to find these days. But when he did, he savored it like it was the most luxurious perfect meal in the universe.  “Yes” I hum and cup his cheeks “have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Bear?” I mused and began kissing along all the little freckles that covered his cheeks and jaw. He giggled a bit at the ticklish pecks and hid his now blushy face in my neck, pinching my hip playfully.  “Stoppp” he said and I smiled big, scratching his hair gently and kissing his temple.  “It’s true - so pretty. The prettiest boy.” I said and squeeze him with my thigh and he rolled me on top of him, dragging my hips down to settle on top of his and he looks up at me carefully, as if he was gauging my reaction. I bit the inside of my lip gently, rolling my hips just enough to supply him some friction and I rested my forehead on his, taking his hands and interlacing our fingers. “This ok?” I ask quietly.

♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: The Tortured Poets Department (Song) Taylor Swift ♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Winnie & Carmy finally understand eachother again for a moment. Winnie goes with Carmy & Syd to the Ever funeral dinner. ♡ 𝐖/𝐂:9.0K ♡ 𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovely friends!!! I am here with chapter 20 for you all!!! Eeee things in this story are really starting to pick up! I'm sorry not sorry that this is getting so long, I told y'all from the beginning that I was really wordy! I hope you're still enjoying hehe <3 This is very heavily based on the finale of S3! Funny enough this season already worked with what I was planning for this story, so by nature I had to incorperate it! The whole scene with Carmy and his boss made my stomach drop & writing it did the same!! This chapter is very much a rollercoaster of emotions!! I hope you enjoy hehe ♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐓𝐂: *Minimally edited*, Speaking of drug use, Speaking of past abuse, Sad!Carmy, Anxious!Carmy, Angst, Scenes are kind of choppy since the fluff & dinner were the main part of the story sorry hehe, Fluff & Smut, Lovey morning smut kinda thing, Swearing, Carmy being emotionally constipated/not understanding how things can be perceived (#justautismthings I feel you Carmy) ➵ 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!♡

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝐓𝐁&𝐇𝐇 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯

After a few hours of sleep, I woke up and reached for Carmy but didn’t feel him. I peeled open my eyes and looked around the dark room, sitting up and rubbing my face. I stood up and took my bra off, the little packet that was half empty falling to the floor. I picked it up and put it in my nightstand, slipping Carmys white shirt over my head and padding out to the living room to see him arms crossed, still in his jeans, socked feet hanging off the end of the couch.

 I knelt next to him on the floor, grabbing his hand and bringing it to my lips gently, whispering “I’m sorry” I knew I would tell him when he was awake, but I had to let him know as soon as I could. 

His eyes fluttered open and he took his hand, rubbing his face before taking mine again. “I’m sorry, Bear. I’m sorry for saying such mean things. I don’t remember them all, but I remember I probably hurt you. And I’m sorry.” I said honestly. He remains quiet for a moment, before softly asking 

“Do you do drugs to get away from me?” And I frowned, sighing a bit. 

“Baby, you know not everything I do is about you, right?” I ask and sit down next to his legs, gently easing them into my lap. 

“Yeah… but..I dunno” he looks away for a short moment. “Can I try?” He asked and my eyes widen, before I quickly shake my head no. 

“Baby- absolutely not. You aren’t in a headspace for experimenting with drugs right now. Maybe…” I trail off, sighing a bit. If anything coke would probably kill him, his head would spin off like a top. 

“I don’t think that coke would be the drug for you, sweetheart. I think something that would more… mellow you out, but drugs aren’t the answer, Bear. I didn’t do it to get away from anything - is that what you want to do?” I asked and he nodded a bit. 

“I just…I dunno. Lately I feel I can’t get my head straight. I thought somethin like that might help” he said softly and I rub his hand. 

“Come to bed, your back is gonna kill” I said and he sighed softly, looking at the clock on the oven. 

“Should just shower. Gotta be up in 20 anyway” he said and I shook my head. 

“We need time, Bear. You can’t go in early today, please? Please honey. Just take some time to rest and talk to me?” I rub his chest in soothing circles and he sighed a bit, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling 

“Mkay” he relented and I smiled a bit, squeezing his knee gently. 

“Has this still been bugging you?” I asked and he shook his head 

“S’my shoulder. Right one” he said and I took his hand, kissing it gently 

“Well let’s get you to bed, and I can give you a nice rub, hmm?” I asked, trailing my hand under his shirt over his abs gently, relishing in the warmth he offered. 

“You’re too good” he said softly and I gently tug his arm so he’d sit up and peck his lips 

“Take it as more of a sorry, baby. You shouldn’t ever be talked down to that way, it was wrong. And I love you so much, I promise to be more careful with my words” I kiss his temple gently and he bit his lip 

“Where do you learn that?” He asked gently as we made our way back to the bedroom. “Learn what?” I gently tug off the button of his jeans and he kicked them off, pulling his shirt off and laying down on his stomach, hugging his pillow and nuzzling his face into it tiredly as I grabbed my cbd lotion and straddled his hips

“Say sorry with more words” he muttered and I work out the knots in his shoulder as I think. 

“Well, it’s not something I was born with. Or that my mother taught me. I think we both relate in that way. Our mothers weren’t very nice to us, so she never told me anything for hurting me. When I went to therapy, to start with- I was going on benders every few weeks and stealing from people and lying to people and… so anyway. Therapy, baby. I guess I started feeling bad I put the bad on other people too. And made them feel icky. So I wanted to learn how I could make it better” I said gently and ease my hands over the back of his neck, rubbing lightly and he hums. 

“D’you think it’s wrong I still give a shit about my mom?” He asked and I stopped, leaning down and giving him a gentle kiss to the top of his head. 

“That’s normal. She’s your mother.” I said and he sat quietly for a moment before asking 

“D’you think it’s wrong I still give a shit what Fields would think?”  

I swallowed thickly, not wanting to gut him with my answer but knowing it would be wrong to lie. “Yes, darling. But not wrong, just unfortunate. That man will never like you, Carmy. Is that what you want?” I ask and he sarcastically chuckled 

“Fuck that. If that fuckin - no. No baby if that prick ever said he liked me I’d want someone to shoot me in the fuckin head because any person that man would want to be around has to be the same level of - of fuckin evil that he is.” He said passionately and I nodded, rubbing his arm gently to calm him back down 

“Shhh- Bear. Bear, then what honey. Why would you care what someone so evil thinks of you, of the beautiful legacy you’ve made for yourself already and you’re only half his age, sweetheart.” I continued rubbing the tension out of his shoulders. “I don’t think you should say anything if he’s at that dinner tonight “

“How do you know about that?” 

I furrow my brow, “baby- I hung with the girls last night and Marcus and one of their work friends. They told me that all these people were coming to town because there’s some kind of funeral dinner, for your ex boss chefff-“ I try to remember the name 

“Terry” he finished “Andrea terry. One of the better bosses I’ve had. You’re gonna like her. But I doubt that fuckface is even gonna be there. No one fucking likes him anyone who’s ever worked with or for that demon leaves seriously mentally fuckin I’ll an-and I think a lot of the time actually I know babe you fuckin are the one who’s with me every night when I’m throwing up. Or or I’m fucking -“

“I know baby” I said gently and gently left a kiss between his shoulder blades. “So that’s a good thing, how exciting then, baby. You can network, and thank your boss for teaching you so much. Syd is super excited about it, she said there should be a lot of opportunity there for you both” I try to shift the focus to the positive but of course his racing thoughts just have to drag the mood down 

“What if she thinks the Bear is- is shit. What if she thinks I’ve learned nothing and - and that I’m fuckin a loser, Win? W-what if she-“

“Carmy” I tuck my hands under his chest, finding his racing heart and cupping my palm over it, nuzzling my face in his neck. “Do me a favor baby. Take a breath. You’re spiraling, we came in here to relax” I said and breathe deep with him a few times “okay, now, baby. Let’s quiet our minds together, ok?” I said and he chuckled a bit, lightly since my weight was still over him. 

“Can’t remember the last time that’s happened” he chides and I gently pet his hair 

“Shhhhh. Listen to my voice, Bear. Ok? Now let’s imagine somewhere that’s peaceful. Where would that be?” I asked

“Not fuckin work” he said and I hum

“So Bear when a thought comes to your mind let’s just try to let it pass, hm? Don’t interact with it. If it sticks around for a second that’s ok, but let’s try and imagine…. Ah- Central Park. You told me when you used to walk there-“

“No not New York he’s in New York. I can’t be in New York and feel peace.” 

“ ok” I sigh, a bit defeated “ok. Pretend we’re in fucking Australia, Carmy. The prettiest god damn beach you can muster. Picture it and if you say there’s trauma surrounding Australia I’m going to-“

“Uni. Uni sucks and we get it imported from there, but I’ve never been so I’ll pretend this beach has no female eels” he smiled one of those stupid little ‘hehe I just made a joke’ smiles that he does, and i laughed leaning in and kissing his cheek 

“You make relaxation impossible for yourself, do you realize this sweetheart?” 

“I’ve been told. Ok so I’m on a beach, there is sand everywhere and it’s hot. What do I do now?” He asked with his eyes closed. 

“Ok- do you hate beaches or something?” I asked and he hummed

“Sand is annoying. Can I be on a boat instead?” He asked and I smile a bit, leaning in and kissing his temple gently, holding on to all of my remaining patience with an iron fist. 

“Carmy” I said softly and he hums as I rest my forehead on his, our lips meer inches apart. He hummed in response and puckered his lips so they would meet mine gently “you need to be good f’me and listen, you need rest” I said gently and he kissed my lips again 

“Jus’ stay like this my head feels way quieter.” He said barely above a whisper, basically speaking into my mouth before kissing me again. “Y’re the only fuckin thing in this world that helps, honey.” He kissed the corner of my mouth gently “I love you” he mumbled into my lips. I stroke the pad of my thumb slightly back and forth over his heart. 

“I love you, Carmen. I love you more then I could ever express. Now get some sleep f’me, ok? So we can have a good day at work, right? Were gonna have a good day?” I assure and he hummed  “A good day”

Not good, better. Amazing, actually. Compared to the days we’d been having? I woke up, and Carmy was still in bed. And the fucking sun was up!!! I smiled big, rubbing his back gently and he stirred a bit, nuzzling his nose with mine and his eyes fluttered open to meet my gaze. I left a gentle kiss on his lips and he kissed me back, slow and easy. Unrushed. 

“Time?” He asked softly. I sit up, peering at his large annoying blue alarm clock he insisted on having because for some reason his phone alarms weren’t good enough anymore. 

“5:56. Look at you, sleeping in so late” I teased and kiss his forehead. He hiked my thigh over his hips, adjusting us so we were perfectly flush together and he rucked up his shirt that I was wearing, so we’d be skin to skin as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and shoulder and chin and anywhere he could reach. 

“Can we never leave this bed? Just stay… forever” he said and rested his forehead on mine once again, eyes fluttering shut. Peace. That’s what I saw over his features, it was few and far between to find these days. But when he did, he savored it like it was the most luxurious perfect meal in the universe. 

“Yes” I hum and cup his cheeks “have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Bear?” I mused and began kissing along all the little freckles that covered his cheeks and jaw. He giggled a bit at the ticklish pecks and hid his now blushy face in my neck, pinching my hip playfully. 

“Stoppp” he said and I smiled big, scratching his hair gently and kissing his temple. 

“It’s true - so pretty. The prettiest boy.” I said and squeeze him with my thigh and he rolled me on top of him, dragging my hips down to settle on top of his and he looks up at me carefully, as if he was gauging my reaction. I bit the inside of my lip gently, rolling my hips just enough to supply him some friction as I rested my forehead on his, taking his hands and interlacing our fingers. “This ok?” I ask quietly. 

“Really ok, I think I’d be ok with more, actually” he said and I smiled, a real bright honest smile. Fucking finally 

“Yeah? This is good, right?” I ask in regards to our position as I dragged my hips along his, rubbing my clit over his hardening cock and he hummed 

“Perfect - always perfect, Angel” he kissed my lips lovingly as I reach down and dip my fingers into his boxers, grabbing his length with a gentle grip and I felt his stomach clench beneath me and his breath hitched. “Not gonna last long.” He admitted and I kiss his lips to get him to shut up, and pull him out before tugging my panties to the side and sinking down. 

We moaned in tandem, my head falling to the crook of his neck as I just sat there, enjoying the full feeling that I missed so fucking much. With the lack of prep it burned just a bit, but fuck that was nothing in comparison to the closeness and happiness and love and fullness I felt. “God I fucking love you, Bear” I lazily roll my hips, we were barely moving but Jesus it was fucking amazing. 

He laid beneath me, slack jawed, eyes fluttered shut and soft grunts and moans pulling from his throat “Bear” I said softly and kiss his jaw 

“I love you, honey” he replied, voice raspy with sleep and lust. “Fuck- I - I needa move” he rolled us on our side and snapped his hips with mine, my back arching and our chests flush together. 

“Mmm - fuck wow- I missed you baby” I whine out, eyes fluttering shut and lifting my thigh higher on his waist so he could get a deeper angle. We were essentially front spooning, every limb entangled, every bit of possible skin touching. Words didn’t really have to be exchanged when we had sex like this because we felt all of them. 

I felt I love you, I need you, you’re mine in each thrust, and I hope he felt the same. “Close” I squeak out as I felt that familiar warmth in the pit of my stomach. 

“Can I cum inside?” He rasps, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer to his relief. 

“Please Bear. Fill me up” I beg, and with a final hard thrust, and a growl like grunt I felt warmth in the deepest part of me, leaking down and covering my walls. “Mm feels so good” I said. He kept thrusting and within a minute I was following him through to my own orgasm, thighs trembling and toes curling, him whining hotly as my walls clenched around his softening cock. 

“So fuckin good- so good” he muttered and kissed my temple sweetly, tugging me so our pelvis’ were perfectly flush, like we were 2 puzzle pieces meant for eachother. “Fit so perfect baby” he said gently and nuzzled his nose with mine. 

“Made for eachother. Siamo fatti l’uno per l’altra” I repeat the Italian phrase I’d read in one of my fantasy romance books and his brow furrows 

“Where’d you learn that?” He asked, a small smile dancing on his lips “you don’t know Italian how’d you know what made for each other is in Italian” he asked and I shrug lightly. 

“What? Aren’t you impressed? Mon ours” (my Bear) I kiss his lips sweetly. 

“I’m very impressed, also a little turned on- you should learn more Italian” he kissed my neck hungrily and I giggled, resting my face to the side so he could get better access. 

“Oh yeah? Is that all I need to get your attention, some sappy Italian? That should be easy they say it’s the language of romance right?” I gently play with his curls 

“I wish I could give you it all baby but…” he trailed off and rubbed my back gently “I gotta get up. Gotta get ready” he said just above a whisper. I sighed dramatically, pulling off of him and grabbing my phone silently, rolling over to go scroll through tik tok or something else to distract me. 

“Hey - hey��� he eased, grabbing my hips and pulling me back to him, he plucked my phone from my hand “are you even gonna hear me out? I was gonna say, why don’t we go have a quick shower and I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat before I go, sassy girl” he pinched my bum and kissed my jaw. I couldn’t help the bashful smile that came across my face at the idea. 

“Really?” I ask hopefully and he rubs his palm over my stomach, to my ribs, trailing up to squeeze my breast playfully 

“Really really. Now are we gonna get a move on so I make it in time for truck?” He mused and I kissed him lovingly before practically hopping out of bed to turn on the shower. His statement lingered in my mind in time for truck. I thought he had to leave at 4 because truck came that early - I thought it came at like 5. Which always kind of confused me, because…

Just enjoy the moment. 

I rub over my face as my eyes adjust to the light, setting in one of my eucalyptus shower steamers and taking off his shirt that the hem was now wet with fluids from our time in bed making sure to not let it touch my freshly washed hair from last night. Carmy followed me shortly after, coming and hugging me from behind, kissing the top of my head before I twisted my hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t get wet. 

“Aren’t we best friends?” I asked as I step in next to him. 

“Best friends” he repeats as he gets his hair wet, he always had to wash it after we were intimate like that because the mix of my hands rubbing over his hair and all the sweat he produced since the man was essentially a walking heater “like- yeah babe I think you know more about me then anyone. I mean other then sugar but I wouldn’t want you to know as much as sugar, I told you I was a weird little kid” he jokes and I giggle, poking his chest gently 

“I know, but I mean like….Sadies my best girl friend. Well Sadie, and Syd. Like we tell eachother everything, do we tell eachother everything?” I asked and he reached for his lemon balm and tea tree shampoo I’d gotten him to start using and offered it to me. My heart melted a bit at his silent request for me to wash his hair, and I obliged, of course. Because no matter if when he left I would remember why I was upset with him last night, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. To make him feel loved, special. 

“I tell you more then anyone else” he said, eyes fluttering shut as I began to work the shampoo into a lather through his curls, his hands finding my hips and resting there. 

“Would you feel safer telling everything to a stranger?” I asked gently and work the shampoo all the way back to the tight curls on the back of his neck, easing out the little knots with my nails and being sure to get every strand clean and give him a good head massage too. He hummed in the way that told me he wasn’t sure so to savor the gentleness of the moment, I dropped it. “Well chef Carmy. What is on the menu for breakfast?” I stood on my toes, grabbing the detachable shower head mumbling for him to lean his head back and rinsing the shampoo out as he explained. 

“We don’t have much honey I was thinkin avo toast with poached eggs and coffee, that sound good?” He asked and I smile, placing a gentle peck to his stubbly jaw from the night 

“You’re gonna make it extra fancy I bet cause your an artiste mon ours” I accentuate my French accent and finished rinsing his hair before squeezing the excess water from his curls and pumping a good few pumps of conditioner in my hands, and he brought his lips to my forehead, lingering for a moment and being sure to leave a dramatic kissy noise as he felt me squeezing the conditioner into his curls into a scrunching motion to form them instead of Messing them up. 

“Y’know Richie’s been givin me shit cause my hair isn’t all fuckin frizzy” he mumbled into my skin and I giggle a bit. 

“He’s jealous you have a lover that takes care of you, and your pretty curly hair” I peck his lips and grabbed the deep conditioner, combing a decent amount through before scrunching it and telling him “leave it till I get out” I peck his forehead and start the process of washing myself with my washcloth I’d sudsed up with soap before switching to my scrub net and body wash that made the bathroom smell of cherry blossoms and mint. 

“Can I use this stuff?” He picked up my Nivea in-shower lotion and I giggle a bit. 

“What’s mine is yours baby, sure. But use this before. You don’t wanna moisturize dead skin” I explained, handing him a green tea body scrub. “How you see me rub it all over my legs and arms and stuff? Also your elbows like anywhere crusty and dry. And then use this and when you get out make sure you put on real lotion”  I finished rinsing off my body and kiss his shoulder blade as he shaved his face  

“I’m peacing out, leave the lotion stuff on until you rinse your hair from the conditioner, remember to scrunch not rub, ok?” I said and he hummed In agreement. 

I got out of the shower, grabbing my pink fluffy towel from the warmer and heading to the bedroom to get dressed. It wasn’t more then 10 minutes that Carmy was out and asking me to ‘blow dry his hair nice’ so it didn’t look wild at dinner tonight, so of course after I’d gotten dressed I blew his curls out pretty while he sat at my vanity in his boxers enjoying the kisses and attention he got while I did so. 

After he’d gotten dressed for the day he got to making breakfast and I helped where I could, steaming his whites for him and making sure his chefs clogs were polished before meeting him in the small dining area of my apartment for breakfast. Of course he made me a vanilla latte just how I liked it, and making sure my eggs stayed jammy the way I always wanted them. 

“Thanks f’makin sure my stuff was all ready honey” he kissed my head and set my breakfast down in front of me. Sourdough toast, pan toasted in Vermont butter of course, with mashed avocado and everything bagel seasoning, topped with a poached egg and parsley. He also cut up some strawberries and grapes for me on the side. 

“This is beautiful just like I said it would be” I said and grabbed his hand, kissing it gently and he sat across from me, sipping his coffee. “Beautiful is stretching it but I was short on time” he squeezed my hand sweetly.

By the time we finished breakfast and brushed our teeth, he was heading out the door shortly after with a kiss to the top of my head and telling me that they were closing at 7 instead of 9 today so they could be out in time to make it for dinner.

My day with Sadie went as good as it could have, considering I answered that Carmy was ‘great!!!’ A little too fast when she asked how he was, since I hadn’t willingly brought him up myself like usual. Luckily I just chalked it up to him being ‘a little upset his old job was closing since he learned so much there’ and didn’t say much else about him after that. 

By the time he got home I was already showered and in the midst of curling my hair. “Oh- hey sweetheart.” I said and he came in the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet and grabbing the pepto that was almost out again, and spitting his gum out in the trash before saying 

“Hey hon” and taking a big glug of the bubblegum pink liquid before capping it and putting it back, starting the shower. “We gotta be there f’r-“

“8:50 sharp, I know baby.” I said. It was already 7:55, so I knew he was stressing out. But he had no reason to be, I was making sure to be as timely as I could so we wouldn’t be late. “I had extra time - I figured you would wanna wear your navy suit right? The one that matches that dress that I’m wearing? I pressed it.” I told him and he sighed in relief. 

“Fuckin lifesaver baby, really I love you. Can I have a kiss” he leans in and I let my curl down off the iron and look over, gently pecking his lips, tasting that sticky sweet bubblegum flavor on his lips. I reach out and rub his chest gently 

“It’s gonna be a good night, baby. A good night” I told him and he put his hand on top of mine, squeezing it gently before bringing it to his lips and shutting his eyes for just a moment. 

“A good night” he repeated in a whisper, as if it was a wish. Before heading to the bedroom to take off his whites that he didn’t have time to change out of after service. I finished my hair, shaking it out and putting in a generous amount of hairspray so it would stay all night, before going off to the bedroom to get dressed. 

I put on my special tights that I had learned Taylor wore on stage that made her legs look so shiny and soft and tanned, and slipped on my dress, looking in the mirror at myself. I smooth it down over my stomach, pouting a bit at the pudge that was new to me, not having noticed it unless I was wearing something so tight like this. I just felt so bloated lately, I should probably start going to the gym is what I was thinking as Carmy came out of the bathroom, towel low on his hips and another around his shoulders and he looks over

“Jesus babe” he comes over and hugs me from behind, rubbing his hands over my hips and stomach, trailing up to my waist and squeezing “this looks even better then when I bought it mm?” He kissed my neck and I felt my cheeks heat, a full body blush taking over. 

“It fits…tight now. I had trouble zipping it” I admitted a bit shamefully and he squeezes my bum 

“That just means I’m feeding you good doesn’t it?” He nibbles my ear gently and I giggled at the ticklish feeling, slapping his arm playfully 

“Go get dressed, mister timekeeper. I need to get my jewelry on” I mused and headed over to my jewlery box, picking out earrings and a necklace I wanted to wear. I also put on my charm bracelet that Carmy had bought me and a few rings. Of course the promise ring he gave me for our six month, sliding it on my left middle finger and admiring it with a soft smile. I adored this ring, it was beautiful and it also symbolized that Carmy was hopefully real about marrying me someday in the future. 

“Babe you wanna help me I can’t get my hair right” he called for me from the bathroom. I walked in, my black heels clicking on the tile on the bathroom floor 

“Sit love” I told him and grabbed the pomade he liked using, warming up a little in my hands and adjusting his curls how he liked them. “I love this stuff, smells so handsome baby” I told him and pecked his lips as I finished. “All done” I told him and he got up, looking in the mirror and adjusting a few pieces 

“Thank you, I should wear a watch right? I’m gonna wear a watch” he said and went back in the bedroom to where he kept his few watches next to my jewelry and grabbed the gold one that would match the jewelry I was wearing. 

“Oh! And I found these babe” I go and grab the black crushed velvet box, opening to reveal 2 golden Bear cufflinks “I couldn’t pass them up aren’t they sick!” I said and he smiled brightly. 

“Honey” he took the box, looking at them with admiration. “I love you” he tilted my face up gently and kissed my deep, cupping my cheek as he smiled into the kiss. “You’re the best” he said when he pulled away and I giggle, blushing at his compliments. 

“Here let me put them on” I said and helped put them on his wrist cuffs before helping with his watch and kissing his hand gently. “You look so handsome and you don’t even have your jacket on yet” I told him, adjusting his silky navy tie. “Well with you standing next to me, yeah,” he wrapped his arm around me, looking at us in the wide mirrored closet doors. “Y’look perfect honey” he adjusted my hair gently and his eyes racked down my figure slowly. “Beautiful” he whispered, resting his palm on my stomach and rubbing it across lovingly, squeezing me to his side.

The Uber to the restaurant was fairly quiet, but still loving. We stole little pecks and he gently rubbed my thigh sweetly. When we finally got there, we went through the ‘employee’ entrance as Carmy was told to do, and my heels echo through the empty beautiful hallway as we walk. We come to a impass where you could go left or right, and there were beautiful art motifs hanging at least 2 feet above my head. I smiled and lifted my finger as we walked hand in hand, the very tip of my manicured nail causing the little cloud to swing back and forth. 

We stopped in front of a few easles filled with photos and Carmy wrapped his arm around my waist, pointing. “That’s Luca, the guy I told you about.” He pointed to a picture and rubbed my hip “and that’s my old boss you’ll meet tonight, Chef Terry” he pointed to another picture. I felt a gentle tug at one of my curls, and turned around, giggling in delight 

“Luca!!!” I said excitedly and wrap my arms around his middle, mushing my face to his navy polo. “So nice to see you again!” I said and he rubs my back sweetly, nearly bending in half to hug me properly. 

“You too, love. Glad to see you got home alright.” He said jokingly as he pulled away and Carmy looked at us in shock 

“How do you-“

“Syd!” I said and smiled, giving him the ‘you better not pitch a fit’ look and he nodded slowly, grabbing my hand and squeezing it before Luca gave him a hug and as soon as they let go he was finding my hand again and lacing our fingers. 

“She is quite the character, mate. It’s great to see you” he pats his shoulder and Carmy nodded a bit. 

“You too uh- yeah.” He said and they looked at eachother for a moment before Luca says 

“I think uh- I think we’re all seated together, with chef Syd?” He motioned down the hall and Carmy nodded 

“Right! Right uh. Yeah, cmon babe” he told me and ushered me down the hall to the dining room where there were loads of people waiting already and mingling. I stood by Carmys side, enjoying the feeling of his hand wrapped around my hip and rubbing little strokes with his thumb. When someone came around with champagne I grabbed two glasses and offered him one 

“Thanks honey” he lightly kissed my forehead and I smiled, taking a sip and looking up at him while he talked to someone about The Bear and how things were going. Of course he said ‘ great’ ,which I mean they were technically - well not even technically - Syd had told me the other day he’s wasting so much money that his uncle is about ready to put him in a headlock, and the kitchen is running but it’s chaotic. 

I notice Luca standing alone and beckon him with my finger and he raised his brows, looking next to him as if I could be speaking to anyone else and mouths ‘me?’ And I nodded, a smile coming to my lips. 

Such a dork. 

“Nice of you to join us Chef Luca” I squeeze his arm gently and he gave me one of his stunning smiles 

“Of course, I didn’t want to interrupt” he brought my hand to his lips and gave it a friendly kiss “you look lovely by the way” he said, causing me to blush. 

“Thank you! So do you, I love this color on you!” I complimented and Carmys hand slid up my waist, squeezing gently and I looked over at him to see him with his gaze locked somewhere else. I look over the room but didn’t see anyone else that I knew so I continued sipping my champagne and talking with Syd about how she’d be decorating her new apartment. 

When we finally got seated I sat next to Carmy on the bench seat and Syd was on my other side with Luca across. I look over at Carmy to see he was still not engaged at all, and had barely spoken a word since before Luca had come over but they hugged, so I was sure it wasn’t that Luca was bothering him. I gently grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed, earning his attention. “What’s got you so focused over there sweetheart” I said just loud enough for us two to hear. 

He leaned in, lips close to my ear to be sure that no one else would hear “he fucking came.” And I felt my heart physically drop to my ass. I swallow and nod, smiling a bit so no one thought something was off and I look at him, cupping his cheek and placing a gentle kiss to his lips 

“It’s all ok, everything is ok” I told him gently and he nodded a bit, keeping our hands locked together and nervously stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. 

“So Winnie I never asked what is it that you do for work? How do you keep up with this one?” One of his old colleagues jokes and I giggle a bit. 

”Books! I was gonna be an archivist but y’know. Life got in the way so I stopped school and moved out here, and I work with Syd’s cousin actually at a bookstore and then I also work at the library.” I explained 

“Really? You’re quite sociable for someone who works somewhere so quiet and controlled” Luca said, before sipping his wine  

“Oh well- I mean. I guess it depends, I could never do what you guys do for sure. I have to be social at the library too believe it or not. You’re looking at Chicago Public Libraries most animated 5-7 year old story hour employee there is” I joke earning a few chuckles. 

“Where’d you meet this guy then? I don’t see him being the kind to hang around a library too much, Syd introduced you?” One of the other guys at the table asked and Syd laughed a bit 

“No no way that’s uh- Winnie and I were friends long before they started dating- I was actually surprised when she told me, but I guess they’re right, opposites attract and all that huh Pooh” she nudged me playfully and I smiled. 

“Yeah! That’s totally right, especially for us - right Bear?” I look over at him to see he was completely staring again at his old boss. I gently rub his thigh and he looks at me, grabbing my hand under the table again and slipping my ring off my middle finger onto my ring finger subtlety. 

“Right” he told me and I felt my heart picking up in my chest, every other thought melting from my mind and my cheeks going hot. I look over at him and he kissed the top of my head gently, resting our hands on the table, intertwined and I took a sip of wine to distract myself from not revealing a large cheesy smile or grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss since doing so in public especially around peers nonetheless would be a hard no from him and I would probably just end up embarrassing myself. Especially with his behavior as of late I’d rather just take this as a win and talk about it later. 

“Mate who are you starting down that way?” Luca finally said and I swallow thickly, wishing we knew eachother better so he would know the look I was giving him said to drop it. “It’s like how she’s looking at me now” he said to me and chuckled. 

“Yeah who are you staring at you’ve been like…hyper focused” Syd added. Carmy sniffled uncomfortably and as I went to say no one he spoke up and said 

“Don’t look but uh. Just that fucking asshole sat behind you. Cocksucker. Fuckface. Demon. That guy really probably made me very mentally fucking ill.” He went on, gaze locked on him and in unison everyone at the table of course turned and looked. 

“Wow you guys know how to gossip!” I hiss and they quickly looked back at their plates all too noticeable. I rolled my eyes, huffing a bit and sitting back. 

“Thats David fields. He’s like-“

“Not human. A fuckin’ a - a robot. I- I’m pretty sure he doesn’t eat, er sleep- or - or love. Anything. I don’t even think he loves anything.” He said, his hand moving to my thigh and gripping gently, rubbing firm circles into my skin. I saw his pulse point in his neck picking up and his breathing getting quicker, so I grabbed his elbow for his attention. 

“Will you walk me to the bathroom, Bear? I’d ask Syd but I’d feel safer if you waited for me outside” I gently squeezed. He locked his gaze on me for a moment, and I wished I could just rest our foreheads together and cup his cheeks and calm him. But that would only calm him if it was just us, I knew I had to get him out of here at least if for only a moment to breathe. 

“Course- sorry guys you’ll need to excuse us” he grabbed my purse from next to him where he was holding it for me next to his lap and handed it over before giving me his hand to help me up and leading me off to the hall where the bathrooms were. When we got there he just motioned to the ladies room silently and leaned against the wall, rubbing over his mouth nervously and looking at his watch for the time. Instead of trying to force anything out of him, I just stepped forward and adjusted his tie gently, before wrapping my arms around his middle and pulling myself to him for a hug. 

“Babe, it’s all gonna be ok” I told him and he wrapped his arms around my back, kissing the top of my head gently before resting his cheek and sighing a bit. 

“I should say something to him”

“You should absolutely not say anything, Carmy.” I said quietly. “I tell you from experience that confronting an abuser usually leads to traumatizing yourself more.” I look up at him “don’t” I said and he looked down at me for a long moment, before nodding a bit. I pecked his lips and left him, going into the single stalled ladies room and leaning against the door, sighing to myself. 

I press the bridge of my nose to dull the growing ache in my head from unintentionally grinding my teeth in stress, and took a deep breath, counting to 13 and trying my best to relax. I shook my hands for a minute to get rid of all the energy while pacing back and forth in the bathroom, naming to myself Taylor Songs songs in order of the alphabet to calm myself and get my mind off of everything that was currently going on here. 

When I felt well enough I went over to the mirror, fixing up my lipstick before washing my hands. As I shut the water off I heard Carmy say something through the door so I slowly walked over, pressing my ear to it to hopefully hear better. 

“Do you have half an hour?” Carmy said, a near sarcastic chuckle to his voice and I nervously twirl the ring on my left hand as I listened.

“You’re welcome” the other voice responded, earning a scoff from Carmen and my eyes widened a bit, my heart starting to thump.

 “I’m welcome? For- for- for what?” Carmy asked genuinely. I wasn’t sure if it would be more embarrassing if I walked out there now, or if I left him to finish what he started because this wasn’t going to end wel for him either wayl.

“You were an okay chef, when you started with me, and you left an excellent chef. So, you’re welcome.” the man said, and I really wanted to rip the door open and smack whoever the fuck had the nerve to talk to Carmy that way, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was that evil demon motherfucker who trained him in New York.

“You gave me ulcers, and panic attacks, and- and nightmares? You– you know that, right? Do you– do you understand that? I- I can’t fucking go to bed with my fucking girlfriend sometimes, because I’m - I’m too fucked up trying to -” he’s cut off

“Yeah, I gave you confidence, and leadership, and ability. It fuckin’ worked. The only reason you have a girl like that - is because I made you a leader. I made you believe in yourself” he told Carmen matter-of-factly, like he has any idea who I am or why I love him. My hands were literally shaking as I clutched the door knob, trying to find any reason to not open it, knowing myself I would embarrass Carmy by the way I would read this man to filth, and all of his colleagues and old peers were here. I had to keep it together.

My heart simultaneously shattered and lit on fire when I heard Carmy say “I’m like- i’m- i’m- i’m-I’m fucking stunned right now, I–” I wanted nothing more then to rip open the door, knee that fuckhead in the balls, and take Carmy to go get our favorite deep dish and go home to watch a movie, I knew it. I told him it was a bad idea to ever talk to this man, because I knew he wasn’t sorry.

 “Dude.” he scoffed, nearly laughing “You need to unclutch your pearls” Thats it 

I tugged the door open, ready to rip that evil fuckface a new one but before I could, Carmy said  “My life stopped.”

 “That’s the point, right?” “That’s the point?!” Carmy said, nearly breathless, like the words sucked the air right out of his lungs. 

He really expected him to at least be a little sorry.

 “You wanted to be great. You wanted to be excellent. So, you got rid of all the bullshit, and you concentrated, and you got focused, and you got great. You got excellent. It worked! You’re here, Look at all this! You have a beautiful girl, and I’m told an okay restaurant. I’m gonna go piss now.” He gives him to what anyone else would see as a friendly pat on the arm, but it was nothing but condescending and patronizing coming from him, and walked into the mens room.

I look at Carmy and he turns to look at me, a single tear falling and he shakes his head, laughing to himself and wiping it away, “Lets go take a break” he said just above a whisper. I nodded quickly and pushed my purse up on my arm, holding onto his arm and heading outside with him.

When we got outside, he stood there for a moment, his tears silently falling and wiping them away as quickly as they came. I didn’t even want to know what was going on in his mind right now, I probably wouldn’t be able to keep up. I didn’t know what else to say, so I just settled on “I’m sorry. I love you.” 

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for him to just start laughing. Belly laughing, really laughing. Manic, sick and fed up laughter, but that is exactly what happened. He just laughed, for a good minute, tears still falling. “Bear-“

“It’s just fucking so funny! It’s - this whole thing my life is one big fucking joke!” He said and pats his pocket, out of habit looking for a cigarette so I pulled his gum out of my purse for him and hand him a piece. 

“This! This don’t you see how fucking funny this is. How -“ he popped it in his mouth and shook his head, leaning against the brick as he chews it angrily. 

“Nothing he said was true” I told him and loosen his tie when I saw him itching at his neck furiously, these clothes weren’t at all helping his situation. “Anything he said was to make you feel this way, Bear. He’s been taunting you all night long” I explained and he shook his head. 

“An okay restaurant he’s told but he can’t even remember my fucking name” he muttered, tugging at his tie more. “This is too fucking tight im chokin’ can you get it off?” He asked and I quickly tug it undone, folding it up and putting it in my purse. 

“Well I don’t know about okay” I said and he looks at my quickly “I’d say…it’s fantastic. I mean, this is the first year it’s been open- and it’s already nominated for a James Beard Award. That’s something you could have thrown in his face, huh?” I said and I saw a tiny twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips. 

“That’s cause’a Syd” he looks down at the sidewalk and I brush his nose playfully to get his attention. 

“That’s cause you have been pushing her, and she has been pushing you. Even though you push like 50 times harder - you get the job done” I said and he rolled his eyes, giving me a small smile and pulling me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. 

“How much of that did you hear?” He asked and rested his cheek on the top of my head, gently tugging at the bottom of my curls. 

“Enough to know that I would love to take my nails and dig out his evil eyes like melon ballers and shove them down his throat like some serial killer.” I said, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around his middle. 

“Mm that’s hot babe. Youd do that f’me?” He muses and I giggled as his hands trail down and squeeze my ass 

“I would do anything for you. Cause I love you with my whole heart.” I remind him and his grip softens, raising his hands to my hips 

“I’ll do anything for you, promise” he said softly and the door opened, causing him to pull away and just keep his hand on my lower back which made me pout a bit. 

“What the hell happened” Syd asked, shutting the door behind her

“Nothin. Doesn’t matter. Just give us a few it’s fine.” He said and she looked at him for a long moment before looking at me. 

“It’s fine” she repeated in the way I knew she knew it wasn’t fine. 

“It’s fine. He’s ok” I assured her and nod, “thank you, we’ll be back in a second. He needs a minute.” I explained and she nodded and went back inside without anything else. 

I look back at him, crossing my arms. “So you’re ok with people thinking we’re engaged but hugging me around Syd isn’t ok?” I asked he sighed a bit rubbing his chin 

“When the fuck did I say we were engaged?” He asked and I scoff, putting my hand up where he switched my ring to my wedding finger and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was nervous forgive me for fucking around with your rings. Sorry, I won’t do it again, I didn’t know it was a subliminal message. Please, why the fuck are you looking for a fight.” I bit my lip to stop it from quivering, moving the ring back to my middle finger and swallowing the lump in my throat. 

“I’m hungry. I’d like to eat so we can go home, please.” I tried my best to keep my voice even. He opened up the door and I walked ahead of him, not bothering to hold his arm or his hand feeling completely rejected. When we sat back at the table I looked down to see that our main course was some meat covered in a kind of red oil with what looked to be little chili peppers in it. Great. 

I nibbled on the kale that was on the side, not willing to ask Carmy what it was for sake of being stubborn since I was upset with him. It wasn’t long until he realized I wasn’t eating 

“It’s not spicy.” He said in my ear. I rolled my eyes, annoyed he knew what I was thinking and cut up the food with my fork, taking a bite and continuing to ignore him. It wasn’t until the dessert course when he finally wrapped his arm around me and tugged me closer, gently rubbing my hip with his hand. “Are you gonna keep up the attitude all night, honey” he asked in my ear and disguised it with a chaste kiss to my temple. 

I look at him furrowing my brow. “You’re really gonna say I have an attitude? I’m being extremely well behaved all things considered the past week.” I said quietly “you won’t even kiss me in public. Like I’m-“ he tips my chin up and quiets me with a gentle press to my lips, rubbing over my jaw with his thumb. When he pulled away he gave me the are we done raise of his brows and I leaned into him a bit more, grabbing my wine glass and having a short sip. 

He left me alone for a while to go speak with his other old boss alone, the one who had invited us so I stuck with Syd and Luca who really seemed to be hitting it off, it made me happy considering her last boyfriend seemed to call it quits in such a way she didn’t even feel like talking about why. They were talking about cooking stuff, so there wasn’t really anywhere I could jump into the conversation so I mostly just hung back. 

When Carmy finally came to collect me I was grateful, I was tired of hanging around like a useless limb all night. Syd invited us to some kind of after party, but Carmy of course declined and said we had to get home to feed the cat which of course was his forever excuse since he’d moved into my apartment. “All things considered I think that went…okay. I guess you can say it was ok” Carmy said as we walked down the street to wait for our Uber. 

“Sure. Yeah it was fine. Food was good.” I said, still a bit upset with what happened earlier with the rings. 

“You’re still mad.” He said more like a statement then a question. 

“You’re trying to cause a fight!” I repeated his words from earlier. He snorts a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. 

“Babe you need to stop reading so deeply into shit” he said and I scoff

“Reading into shit?! Oh sorry - sorry Carmen. We’ve been dating for a year and all of my friends keep saying when a guy knows he usually knows right away - and- and online they keep asking me how many years I’m gonna wait around before I would get the hint that you don’t wanna get married!” I said and tears fill my eyes but I use every ounce of strength left in me to hold them back. 

“Oh- yeah babe people on fucking tik tok er instagram know us. How many times have I told you that you are the only girl I’d fucking marry! So why are you so worried about when I’m gonna do it-“ he pulls his phone out of his pocket when it buzzes, probably expecting to see the Uber was close but his expression drops. 

“What wrong-“ I said and he holds up his hand to tell me to wait, his eyes quickly darting over the screen and reading something to himself. 

“Fuck- fuck- oh fuck” he said, covering his mouth with his hand his expressing growing increasingly more concerned as he head further 

“Carmen what is so important? We’re having a god damn conversation!” I snapped, annoyed he was just ignoring how upset he’d made me and took his phone out of his hand to see he was reading an article, the title being 

The Beef turned The Bear, now claims ‘luxury’ but still has the sloppiest dishes in the Chicago food scene.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋘ 𝐖𝐈𝐏 ♡♡♡ ⋙

[whimsicalpolitical]

Ross FLUFF pleaseeeee anything xxxx

of course, of course!!! love him so much, ross and your first baby <3 a black cocker spaniel

content warning: just fluff :)

“Can you believe we actually have a little dog now?”

You and Ross are both lying on the floor beside his bed, propped up on your elbows, watching Winston sleep. Ross’s arm brushes against yours, the simple contact grounding you in this moment of quiet happiness.

“I can’t, d’you know how long we’ve wanted one?” Ross asks rhetorically, wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his head on your shoulder looking over at you glancing at Winston.

Winston is curled up in his new dog bed, his little body rising and falling with each slow, contented breath. His paws twitch slightly as he dreams, and you can’t help but smile at how peaceful and settled he looks, as if he’s been a part of your lives forever.

“Mhm, he’s even cuter when he’s asleep.” You whisper.

“He’s a right charmer, can’t believe he’s home with us. Little Winnie.”

“He’s perfect.”

“So are you,” he kisses the spot between your neck and shoulder, “love you, darling.”

“And I love you,” you hum.

“You know,” you begin, your tone teasing, “I guess this is good practice for when we have a real baby.”

Ross doesn’t freeze entirely, but his eyes do widen just a bit as he processes what you’ve just said. The words hang in the air, and for a split second, you wonder if you’ve caught him off guard. But then his lips curl into a soft, almost surprised smile, the kind that reaches his eyes and makes them crinkle at the corners.

You haven’t really had the baby talk yet but you can’t imagine anything more beautiful then taking that step with Ross

“Yeah? A real baby, would you want that? Some day I mean?”

You turn your head as best as you can to meet his eyes.

“I would love that, to have our own little family together. Would you want one?”

“Definitely, love.” He cups your face with his hand, “when the time’s right I wouldn’t want anything more.”

You can’t help but kiss him when he says that. Your lips brush softly against his, and you let out a small giggle as you both lean in, noses nearly touching, but neither of you deepening the kiss just yet.

You pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your voice a little breathless as you murmur, "Now I want one, Ross." A playful groan escapes you, and you add with a sheepish smile,

Ross chuckles, his eyes twinkling with affection as he gently touches your cheek. “Easy, love,” he says, his tone soft and teasing. “We’ve got time, no need to rush. Let’s enjoy every step.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if he’s savoring the moment. “But I do love the idea of our little family growing,” he continues, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. “One day, we’ll make that happen. And it’ll be amazing, just like you.”

“I’m so in love with you,” you whisper, feeling a rush of emotion swell in your chest. It’s overwhelming, this feeling of being so completely connected to him, so ready to share the rest of your lives together.

“And I’m so in love with you,” Ross replies, his hand moving to rest over your heart, feeling its steady beat. “More than words could ever say.”

“Do you think we’ll have as hard a time agreeing on a baby name as we did with Winston?” you tease, your breath mingling with his as you speak.

Ross chuckles, his thumb gently tracing along your jawline. “Oh, definitely. If naming a dog was that much of a challenge, I can only imagine how it’ll be with a baby.”

“Any names you secretly love?”

“Well, we could go with something classic, like... Rupert or Gertrude,” he jokes, his tone overly serious.

You playfully shove him, rolling your eyes. “Oh, sure. Perfect. Our child will thank us one day.”

Ross’ breath hitches as he hears ‘our child’ and he breaks out in a big grin, “I already love the sound of that.”

He leans into you more, “We’ll figure it out, love. And no matter what name we pick, it’ll be perfect, just like our little family.”

You hum contentedly against his lips, feeling nothing but warmth and love in this moment. The future feels bright, and you can’t wait to step into it together, hand in hand.

As you both lay there, quietly showering Winston with affection, you feel a deep sense of contentment settle over you. It’s a simple moment, but it’s filled with so much love—for Winston, for each other.

“I’m really happy,” you say softly, looking over at Ross. “With you, with Winston, with everything.”

Ross meets your gaze, his eyes full of the same happiness you feel. “Me too, love,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Me too.”

[queersrus]

Soft theme

[soft theme]

including textures, descriptive words, words/names meaning soft as well as soft in other languages and synonyms.

(Nick)Names:

alya/aalya, abhiratra, aderyn, adhara, alhan, amalthea, amauricus, amiable, amicabilis, aura, aure, aurore, aurora, auralie/auralee, aurear, adalinda/adallinda buthayna, bayne

cushion, cushiony/cushioni/cushionie, cloud, calm, cotton, cottony, cream, creamy, chifon/chiffon, comfy/comfi, chenille, clem, clemencia, clemency, clementeen/clementine, clementia, clemmy

downy/downey, dim, dulcet, delicatte, dull, dream, dreamy/dreami, dietlind/dietlinde, delani emmi, eulia

fleece, fleecy/fleeci, fur/furr, furry, faint, fluff, fluffy, fine, frodelinde, frolinde, feather gentle, guenivier/guenevere, ginevra, ginie/ginnie, gennifer, guin, gwenhwyfar, gaenor, genniver, gislind/gislinde

hush isaura, irmlinde jenie/jennie/jeni/jenni, jenifer/jennifer, jen/jenn, juliska kumal, komol, komal

low, lawler, lenis, leyan, linda, linde, lindy, lyan murmur, mute, muted, muffle, malachite, malvine, malwina, melvina, mellow, mild, mylin oriane

pastel/pastelle, pale, peace, paisley, patient, pearyl quiet, quiana rest, reshma, rujul, rugu, rosalynd/rosalind

soft, softy/softie, softly, softest/softestte, softette, softetta, softa, softelle, softella, softine, softina, softia, softe, soften, softene, softeneda, smooth, silk, silky, silken, satin, satine, satiny, sooth, silent, still, serene, silika, sieglinde

tender, tranquil, tranquila, timi, timid, teddy velvet/velvette, velvety, velveteen/velvetine, vanini, velouette whisper, warmth, wani, winnie yalina

1stp prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

si/softe/softly/softine/softself si/soothe/soothy/soothine/soothself si/sme/smoothly/smoothine/smoothself gi/gentle/gently/gentline/gentleself hi/hushe/hushy/hushine/hushself fli/fluffe/fluffy/fluffine/fluffyself

2ndp prns: you/your/yours/yourself

so/softer/softers/softerself so/soother/soothers/sootherself smo/smoother/smoothers/smootherself go/gentler/gentlers/gentlerself ho/husher/hushers/husherself flo/fluffer/fluffers/flufferself(fluffierself)

3rdp prns: they/them/theirs/themself

so/soft, so/ft, so/oft, soft/softs, soft/ly, soft/softly, softly/softlys, soft/er, sof/ter, soft/softer, softer/softers, soft/texture, soft/feeling, soft/touch, soft/voice, soft/spoken, soft/whisper, soft/fur, so/sooth, soo/th, so/oth, so/ooth, sooth/sooths, sooth/soother, sooth/soothing, smo/smooth, smo/oth, smo/ooth, smooth/smooths, smooth/smoothly gen/gentle, gen/tle, gentle/gentles, ge/ntle, ge/gentle, gentle/gently, gently/gentlys, gentle/gentler, gentle/voice, gentle/touch, gentle/whisper hu/hush, hu/sh, hu/ush, hush/hushes, hush/hushed, hushed/whisper, hushed/voice flu/fluff, fluff/fluffs, flu/ff, flu/uf, fl/uff, fluff/fluffy, fluffy/fur, fluffy/tail

Titles

the soft, the soft one, the soft spoken, the softest whisper, the gentle one, the gentlest being, the hushed voice, the hushed whisper, the fluffiest of [animal]s, the fluffy one, the softest fluff, the softest of fluffers, the gentlest speaker, the smoothest speaker, the whispering wind, the soothing voice, the soothing presence, the soother

*one who sooths, one who is soft spoken/speaks softly, one who loves only the softest of textures, one who whispers with onlythe softest heart, one who remains hushed, one who gently holds ones loves, one who fluffs your pillows, one who has the fluffiest tail

soother

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Summer Kisses, Winter Tears

Chapter Four - German Fields and Wilted Peace Lilies

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Summary - Thorpe Abbotts experiences their worst missions to date and Winnie loses more than most while gaining something special.

Warnings - This is very angsty, vague mentions of death/wanting death, John is a little aggressive?

Author’s Note - I have to add that my music inspiration was My Fault by Shaboozy; it’s very Winnie and John coded in my mind as John is losing himself while Winnie is worried for him. And Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood, I feel like this one is pretty self explanatory lol

Winnie wakes with excitement thrumming in her belly. John will be off for London this morning and when Gale returns from his mission, he is hers for the rest of the weekend. No skirting around John, no lies, just Winnie and Gale doing as they please.

She showers and readies herself; she wears one of Gale’s favorite blue dresses and leaves her hair down. Winnie pulls on her coat and slips her feet into her heels right as the other women begin to stir. She leaves the barrack and walks towards the equipment building. She knows John will more than likely say his goodbye to Gale at the airfield, so she’s taking her moment now.

Winnie doesn’t even jump when a hand wraps around her elbow and leads her away between two buildings. She smiles up at Gale once they stop; he’s not in his flight gear yet, just his flight suit and sheepskin with his flight scarf tied into place.

“Good morning,” she manages to say before he kisses her. He tastes of toothpaste and black coffee; while she doesn’t drink coffee, it’s a taste she’s come to enjoy because it’s Gale.

“Morning, darling.” He smiles as he pulls his lips away. Her fingers reach up and fiddle with his scarf as his hands settle on her waist. “I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Are you?” Winnie’s cheeks flush before she feels anxious. “But—?”

Gale shakes his head and cuts her off. “No buts. Don’t worry about anything, okay?” He cups her cheek and gives her a soft look that makes her nod in agreement. Gale gives her another kiss, this one longer. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Winnie smiles, nods again, and then watches Gale walk to the equipment building. She waits a moment, wondering where he could possibly take her before she walks to the officer’s mess. Her stomach becomes queasy at the smell of the food. She only gets toast and a hot cup of tea. She feels her heart squeeze in longing as she hears the forts taking off in the distance—it is her routine to watch John and Gale fly off, and not witnessing it today feels wrong.

She sighs to herself and takes a bite of toast; as if on cue John arrives with a grin. Winnie smiles as she watches him—almost forgetting his behavior at the party. He only gets a cup of coffee and she wants to scold him. Tell him he can’t survive off of black coffee and whiskey, but she doesn’t.

“Looks like you’re ready to have a good time in London.” She remarks when he sits across from her, and his grin grows even wider, making his eyes squint at her.

“Oh, I’m going to live it up, Bunny!” John boosts and sips his coffee. “Going to hop from pub to pub until they kick me out of the city!”

Winnie snorts and shakes her head. “Do not get deported, John. I don’t think Colonel LeMay would pull any favors for you after your demotion.” John rolls his eyes and sits back in his chair. “I’m serious; stay away from anyone in an RAF uniform. Do whatever you need to do,” Winnie’s face is stoic when she looks into his eyes and says quietly, “Then get your shit together when you come back on base, Johnny. You are a Major; act like it.”

She barely takes a second to register the surprise flicker in John’s eyes before she stands up and leaves him at the table. Winnie hopes her acknowledgment of his behavior and her tone are enough for him to nip it in the bud. They’ve had a silent agreement since arrival for Winnie, not to mention the drinking and sleeping around, but John had a better handle on his actions on base then. He’s lost it recently; she worries for him and the repercussions he could face if he keeps going on like this. One crazy weekend in London, and then he needs to get his head in order. Winnie had wanted to see him off at the train station, but this would have to serve as their goodbye and his warning. No sweet goodbye, just a harsh reminder of his position and obligations.

Winnie spends the day helping around the infirmary; she pushes John from her mind as she knows he really will be up to no good in London. Instead, she focuses on Gale and daydreams about all the things they can get up to during the weekend. She wouldn’t mind spending the whole time wrapped up in his arms—kissing and letting their hands roam each other.

She can’t help the way her heart races when she eventually hears the forts arriving overhead. She has learned not to go racing off anymore—the forts need to taxi, the men need to go to interrogation and then shower. She knows Gale will find her when he’s ready to go, so she continues stocking the triage area for the men who will no doubt be here soon for treatment.

Winnie takes a mental note of what else is needed and heads into the supply room, humming a tune to herself as she grabs a few suture kits. She sets them aside and pushes some of her hair back from her face before reaching up. Winnie stands on her tippy toes with her arm stretched high above her head—trying to grab the sterile gauze from the top shelf. She hears footsteps and glances over at Jack and Colonel Harding. She grins and huffs out a laugh as she settles flat on her feet, "Do you mind helping, Jack? You're tall enough." Her eyes flick back up to the unreachable packages, and she waves her hand to them before putting her arm down and looking back at the men.

Her smile slowly falls as Jack doesn't make a move to help. Their eyes are sad—they both look devastated. Dread settles in her stomach, and her heart begins to race. Jack wouldn't come to her with Harding unless something terrible happened. Had John drunk too much and gotten into a fight? Into some sort of accident?

Winnie looks at Jack, then Harding, and then back to Jack, silently pleading with him to tell her what happened. She watches as a muscle in his jaw jumps.

"Winifred, we need you to call Major Egan. Have him come back early." It's Harding who finally speaks. She takes in a breath; the knowledge that this isn't about John being hurt or in trouble is comforting—but dread still tickles her spine, and she fights a shudder.

She glances between them again, letting out a hesitant chuckle and giving a half smile that doesn't meet her eyes. "I don't understand; why does Johnny need to come back early? You gave him a weekend pass, sir." She reminds him that he didn't sign the pass himself. Winnie watches both men like a hawk. Jack is stoic as always, with his hands clasped behind his back, but he won't meet her eyes directly while Harding rubs a hand over his jaw.

"Major Egan needs to return to base because, well—" Harding shakes his head and lets out a sigh. Winnie can hear her heart pounding in her ears as she waits and stares at him. His voice is thick with emotion but softer when he finishes, "We lost Buck today. We need you to get Bucky back to base so we can tell him."

Winnie’s ears start ringing, and she closes her eyes. She takes a step back as her stomach rolls—her mouth filling with saliva; she is going to be sick. Winnie opens her tear-filled eyes, and she tries to swallow the feeling down. She shakes her head while turning away. "No."

Winnie barely makes it one step away before she lets out a choked sob and tries to draw in a breath, but it's as if no air will enter her lungs. She reaches out to a random shelf—toppling supplies onto the floor—and grips it to keep herself upright. Her vision spins, and she squeezes her eyes closed as she loses her breakfast all over the floor.

Winnie still can't catch her breath as she places a hand on her chest, gasping for air, but she can't draw in a proper breath. Her vision tunnels, and her knees give out; her body crumples to the ground in a heap. The back of her head makes a sickening crack on the floor.

Jack's concerned voice is in her ear as he reaches her and rolls her over, "Jesus, Winnie, are you okay? You gotta stay awake—oh god, Chick, she's bleeding pretty bad." He sounds as if he's getting farther and farther away. Winnie still feels her lungs burning as if she won't breathe ever again. As she fades from consciousness, she thinks that maybe it would be okay if she stops breathing and is with Gale.

-

Winnie’s head aches and feels fuzzy as she comes to in an infirmary cot. She reaches for the back of her head and feels bandages. At the same time, she hears Jack’s voice, “Hey, hey. Don’t touch that, Winnie. You got some stitches.”

Her eyes slowly move over to him, he’s sitting in a chair and Blakely is sitting in the other. They both look so sad. She feels her stomach roll again as she remembers why. She lays her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes. “Is John back?” Winnie barely asks as her lip wobbles. She bites it hard, not wanting to cry in front of Jack and Ev.

“Red told him this morning, he’s on his way back.” Ev tells her. She was unconscious all night—she’d still rather be with Gale.

“Winnie, now that you’re awake, I have to ask some questions.” Maggie’s gentle voice from the doorway makes Winnie open her eyes. Jack and Ev excuse themselves and say they’ll be back, but Winnie doesn’t care.

She feels like her earth has stopped spinning; how could it have gone on without Gale? She hardly hears Maggie’s questions about prior concussions or broken bones, simply stares at the ceiling and gives one word answers until Maggie asks one question that gets Winnie’s attention. “What was the date of your last monthly?”

Winnie blinks from the ceiling to Maggie; she’s absolutely dumbfounded at the question. “What?”

Maggie offers her a soft smile, but she doesn’t understand Winnie’s shock. How could she? “The date of your last menstrual cycle.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Winnie mutters and begins sitting up. Maggie rushes to give her a bedpan, but she only dry heaves into it—nothing in her stomach.

Maggie holds her hair back and rubs her back through it, then gets a glass of water. Winnie takes a little sip before setting the glass down. The heaving made her head throb, but her mind is reeling. She finally says,

“It was August 15th.”

Winnie watches as Maggie does the mental math before she asks quietly, “Have you been sexually active?” Winnie only looks away in shame as an answer, and Maggie sighs, “Okay, I’ll talk with the doctor and see what we need to do.”

Maggie stays with her for a moment, then leaves to talk with Doc Stover, and Winnie goes back to staring at the ceiling. This must be a nightmare; it has to be. She cannot be pregnant with Gale’s baby. Gale cannot be gone. Winnie closes her eyes to fight back tears. She would rather be with Gale anywhere but here.

Winnie spends the rest of the day refusing visitors; she only wants Gale but she doesn’t say that. She says she will only see John when he gets back, no one else. But John doesn’t come, not even when it’s dark and the tears become harder to fight the longer she is alone.

She gets out of the bed, ignoring the way her head pounds and puts on her dress from the day before. Her mind whispers that she needs to wear it when Gale arrives so that he’ll recognize her, but in the same breath—screams at her that he won’t be coming back. Winnie pushes aside the thought and walks out of the infirmary—she doesn’t even need to sneak out as the nurse on duty is asleep at her desk.

Winnie ignores the bitter October chill on her bare legs and arms as she walks. She knows where she is going, but it still hurts to see—Gale’s empty hardstand. Her hands tremble from the cold by the time she stands in the middle of the concrete—her eyes are teary, but she still fights them back.

Flashes of fire and twisted metal, as a fort falls from the sky, fill her mind. An image of Gale’s pale skin and blue lips as his body lay in the smoldering wreckage. As if the world is punishing Winnie, it begins to rain, and really, she shouldn’t be surprised. It rains almost every day here, but this downpour feels like a personal touch from God. Maybe she should have confessed months ago; she definitely shouldn’t have continued sleeping with Gale.

Winnie barely registers when the crews begin readying the forts on the other hardstands; she doesn’t look at Kenny when he cautiously walks up to her. She thinks he’s asking her if she’s okay, but how do you answer that when you know you are not okay—when you should be okay when no one knows about the love you’ve lost? So Winnie says nothing, staring through the rain into the dark distance. Kenny puts his coat around her shoulders before he leaves her be.

Winnie can’t even process how long she has been standing in the same spot in solitude. She knows she is cold and wet, that her nose and fingers went numb long ago. The sun has begun to rise, brightening the sky and clouds. The sun also brings more activity to the tarmac and the transport trucks, with crews ready to board the forts and fly off to their targets.

She feels sick to her stomach again, breathing picking up slightly. Gale is not back yet—he is the leader of the 350th; they can’t fly without him. Her mind whispers little lies about him returning while her heart races and her eyes jump between hard stands and the men's movements.

She catches sight of Brady, giving her a sad look before he lifts himself into his fort. Winnie can feel the first wisps of anger burgeoning deep inside herself. How dare he look at her like that—Brady doesn’t know anything. No one does. Her eyes land on a jeep stopping at Our Baby’s hardstand, even if Our Baby had been left in Algeria and replaced with Phartzac. John is jumping out before it stops and grabs his aviator’s kit bag.

The tears she has been fighting all night threaten to come up. She bites her lip to keep it from trembling as he approaches her. Kenny must’ve got him to come to talk some sense into her, she reasons. Winnie’s brain processing information much slower after the concussion, along with a leak of food and water.

Her lips part as she wants to say something; Gale was John’s friend first, long before she met Gale. She’s the one who snuck in and took him for herself. Winnie hesitates as her eyes finally take him in, her brain finally taking in what she sees. Her eyebrows furrow as she sees John in his flight gear, but most confusing to her is the brown leather jacket he is wearing. She knows every piece of clothing John Egan owns; half are in her wardrobe. John is always in his pinks and greens or flight suit, so she has always had a habit of stealing his sweaters. He has never owned one of the leather flight jackets; it has always been his white sheepskin.

Winnie can also see the anger he radiates; his shoulders are set stiffly, and his eyes are burning. It takes her aback. She figured he was here to get her back to base and get some comfort for himself. His bullish attitude is gone.

“Get back to base, Winifred. You should be in the infirmary.” John hooks his thumb over his shoulder, motioning for her to go—dismissing her. His tone unnerves her—his use of her full name blows on the low flame of her anger in her belly. That’s all the concern she gets—does he give a damn? She split open her head, and this is what she gets: an angry John.

Winnie stares up at him, unmoving. She didn’t move for the rain nor Kenny all morning; she will not move even for John. John is not unique just because he’s her older brother, not because he has raised her for longer than their parents.

His nostrils flare as he sets his mouth, and his jaw works before his hands shoot out, grabbing her biceps tight and causing her to flinch slightly. John has never grabbed or touched her in any way other than playful or protective.

She remembers that John used to toss her over his shoulder before jumping into the lake near their house once she was finally a good enough swimmer. He would tickle her until she couldn’t breathe, both red in the face with laughter. John taught her to swing a bat, pitch, and slide into the base. He would scoop her up and cradle her to his chest when she missed their parents so profoundly she felt like the world was collapsing. He used to let her sleep in his bed when she had a night terror or during a thunderstorm.

She knows the dynamics of their relationship have been changing as she has grown older—but this John, this angry man grabbing her, is not someone she knows.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” He demands, giving her a slight shake. His eyes flick around where they stand—Our Baby’s hardstand. His mouth works as he swallows. Winnie sees the moment it clicks in his head that she is on Gale’s hardstand and has been here all morning as she is soaking wet. His eyes slowly move back to hers, and she feels her blood run cold. Winnie has never seen such a fury in his eyes before. Sure, she can irritate and annoy him, but she has always listened and behaved for him.

“I’m not a little girl anymore, John.” She doesn’t know precisely what she means by this, but it still spills out of her mouth. Winnie knows that it’s an egregious mistake. She has half a mind to blush at the connotation of her words, but he has lost it. John’s grip on her biceps is unbearable, and Winnie starts fighting to pull away from him. She knows rationally that it’s pointless, but he is undoubtedly bruising her.

He gives her a shake as he speaks again. “Is this what you’ve been doing with your free time? Sneaking around behind my back with my best friend?” He seethes down at her, disgust in his eyes.

If his grip wasn’t so firm, she swears she would collapse under his gaze, his disappointment. Her anger is almost at a fever pitch, though. “It’s not like that. We love each other, John. He loves me.” She tilts her chin up defiantly, showing more strength than she genuinely has in this moment.

Winnie can tell the men hurrying all around, completing their tasks, and can hear them, even over the commotion of forts starting up and men yelling back and forth. She knows they are being polite by averting their eyes. John’s voice carries under normal circumstances, and he has raised his voice considerably by the time he speaks again. “Our mother is rolling in her grave because of you. Whoring yourself. Sleeping with a taken man before marriage.” He spits.

“It’s not my fault Gale doesn’t love you the way you love him.” Winnie doesn’t mean for the words to spill out of her mouth, but her anger and his grip force them out. She sees the shock on his face for a split second before one of his hands reaches out lightning fast—snatching her mother’s cross necklace from the place it has rested since the day of the funeral. Winnie sucks in a soft gasp as she feels the clasp give way and places her hand in the place where it rested just a moment before, with wide, teary eyes. She takes a slow, shaky breath and comes to three realizations.

First, John is hurting, too. He and Gale have been best friends since the first day of basic training. John has probably been in love with Gale since that very first day; Winnie has always known her brother is different from other men. The way he looks at Gale is enough to know the truth, and Winnie just slapped him in the face with it.

Second, John is hurting her, but he will always be her big brother—he will always be the best big brother, even if she wants to hit him. Winnie owes John for everything she is and has. She is positive it couldn’t have been easy to suddenly take on raising your eight-year-old sister at 18 and a college student, but he did it. He never complained. He eventually joined the USAAF for a steady career because he wanted to be a pilot. No one could have imagined this war, that America would join the conflict, and that John would continue to be sent into frequent battles over Europe. He has always done what he thinks will be good for them.

And third, it finally clicks that John is leaving on this mission. He hasn’t come out to get her; it’s obvious to her now—he’s going to be with Gale. Winnie knows that John and Gale are two halves that make a whole; where one goes, the other goes.

The fire of anger finally flares through her body in a fury that matches John’s, only quieter, more dangerous. She is more likely to overstep and burn everything around her down. She steps closer to him, tilting her head back to keep looking him in the eye.

Winnie glares up at him, matching his disgusted expression, all eloquence gone from her mind. “I know you, John. I know you better than anyone on this base, better than you know yourself right now. I’ve watched for months as you turn into a shell of yourself. You drink like your life depends on it; you reek of whiskey right now.” She seethes, wrinkling her nose slightly at his scent.

“Where were you when he was already shot down somewhere in a German field? Drunk out of your mind and sleeping with some random woman in London? I’m sure of it—you are predictable. You can’t have him, so you do whatever you can to forget him. You pulled that stunt with Colonel Harding the other night, and we all just looked the other way, pretend we didn’t see it. But I saw it; I see all of you, John. You are purposefully detrimental to yourself, absolutely destructive.” She pokes a finger into his chest as she spits the words venomously—her voice rising with every word, angry tears threatening to slip down her cheeks.

“You won’t say it aloud; maybe you won’t even admit it to yourself, but this is some sick revenge mission. If you go up today, I know you’re not coming back to me. You’ve already made that decision, haven’t you? Better to be with Gale in death than live without him. I’ll collect the flag from your coffin and return to that empty house in Manitowoc. Go ahead, leave me completely alone in this world! He was supposed to come back to me! Not you, me!” She shoves his chest with all her might; he doesn’t even sway on his feet. The tears finally spill over, running down her cheeks. He stares down at her with his angry eyes, lips pressed together.

“Go on, John! Die in Germany! Go die like Curt and Gale! Go be with him!” She screams, shoving his chest again. She knows it won’t break through to him; he’s been numb for weeks. She still hopes her words will galvanize him, change his mind, and make him stay with her. Nevertheless, it's not a surprise when he turns around and stalks to Brady’s fort, but more of a stab in the chest.

She hiccups out a choked sob and barely has the fortitude to move her feet a few steps after him. “John, don’t leave me! You can’t leave me, too! Please,” she cries after him and hesitates for a brief second before she sobs, “John, I’m pregnant!”

Winnie watches as he tenses, unmoving—frozen in place. Her heart squeezes with the hope that she broke through to him—but John shakes his head before he tosses his gear inside the fort. He easily lifts himself inside. “John!” She screams after him, the hatch swings closed—a resolute visual of his choice to leave.

Her shoulders shake with her quiet sobs. She calms herself down as she begins to go through the preflight checklist in her head, just as John and Brady should be doing. It brings her a small piece of comfort to go through the list—the logistics and protocols are familiar and make sense. Her breathing is almost normal as the sounds of the engines begin to roar to life when she reaches the end of the checklist, right on time.

Tears roll silently down her cheeks as she watches the forts begin to roll forward off the hard stands, taxiing to the main runway. She wipes the tears off her cheek. She is still angry with John but mainly heartbroken. Winnie watches as each plane takes off in their practiced, orderly fashion. Her heart aches in her chest as John and Brady take off in M’lle Zig Zig.

She doesn’t pray this time as she usually would; John stole her last piece of comfort from around her neck. Though maybe it was for the best, as it did nothing for Gale—she realizes it did nothing to bring him back.

Kenny doesn’t wait too long before he checks on her, bringing food and water. He removes his coat from her shoulders and replaces it with a warm wool blanket. She reverts to her unmoving form, staring after the long-gone forts. Her stomach aches from the grief she feels. In his softest voice, Kenny explains that the mission is to Munster and should be pretty quick—that they will be back soon. He points out the food and water before leaving her, going to work on a fort.

Winnie feels his eyes on her throughout the day, though. She feels a lot of eyes on her throughout the day. She can’t find the strength to care. She feels hollow and drained. She’s sure it’s from a lack of food, water, and sleep, but again she doesn’t care.

The men all begin checking their watches when the estimated return time comes and goes. She doesn’t know, but Harding, Jack, and Crosby worry for her in the tower; they’ve been keeping an eye on her from their spot, talking amongst themselves.

One fort eventually comes into view, and she feels a lump forming in her throat. Her breaths come quicker as her eyes frantically search the sky for more planes, eyes going back to the landing plane. She quickly discerns that it’s not the 100th, and her blood is like ice in her veins. Her throat feels like it’s closing up, her lungs on fire, a visceral reaction to the shock she is experiencing.

Winnie barely registers the blanket falling from her shoulders as she takes two steps forward. Kenny is already heading from his spot on a nearby hardstand. She hears another fort, eyes flicking up to it as the siren sounds, indicating wounded on board. She recognizes it as one of the new replacement ships. Winnie lets herself feel the slightest relief that they are finally arriving, that they must be pretty scattered, and that they took a beating like usual.

The fort is incredibly damaged; she doesn’t know how it got back, as there is a hole in the wing. She watches as it lands and ignores the paved runways and tarmac to get closer to the crews. The hatches burst open with activity as the crews move into action. She can barely make out the yelling and shouting between men. She looks back to the sky, searching for the rest of the planes. She still feels like she can’t get a breath. She looks back to the chaos in front of her, and from afar, her eyes meet Rosie’s. They are too soft, full of sympathy for anything other than the truth she already knows.

She feels like she’s underwater, in a daze. The world spins around her. She takes a couple of steps, seeing Kenny reaching out for her. She turns as if to walk away, to brush him off. “They’re both gone.” She chokes out as Kenny reaches her. His arms are around her, and she realizes her knees gave out. “They’re gone.” It’s a broken sob, and she feels someone else putting their arms around her. She looks up at Rosie and entirely breaks down—sobbing into his chest as he holds her.

She doesn’t ask when and how John went down—if there were any chutes. Winnie can’t—she wouldn’t be able to handle the worst scenario. Rosie needs to get to interrogation, but it seems that everyone on base is on the same page and lets Rosie have this moment when Winnie. She clings to him as her head pounds and throbs; Winnie barely registers when he gets her into a jeep, and they are driven back to base. She lets herself drift out of consciousness during the drive—still thinking it would be better to be with Gale and perhaps John would be wherever they end up.

[ratsoh-writes]

Ages updated!!!!

I’m gonna do my best to include all important characters, including some “side characters” that appear often enough! So let’s begin!

Undertale: Sans: 65, papyrus: 49, Undyne: 47, alphys: 54,Toriel: 934, Asgore: 933, Grillby: 522, Mettaton: 22

Underswap: Star: 60, honey: 44, Twister: 44, Winter: 1013, Napstablook: 23

Underfell: Red: 66, edge: 43, storm: 44, King: 998, felltron: 21

Swapfell Mal: 60, cash: 51

Horrortale Oak: 75, willow: 59, Miss: 944

Horrorswap Lilac: 70, Basil: 54

Horrorfell Rust: 76, Noir: 53

Underlust Charm: 66, sugar: 52, Amor: 367, winnie: 10

Lustswap Sparks: 59, Salt: 50

Lustfell Lush: 63, Pepper: 51, Jezebel: 212, Marcelo goldenfoot: 455

Lustswapfell Sir: 68, weasel: 52, snow: 61

Lustred Flambe: 55, Pesto: 54

Lustgold Butler: 68, gold: 49

Outertale Pluto: 67, Jupiter: 49, titan: 598

Outerfell Orion: 60, atlas: 52

Outerswap Helios: 44, Artemis 36

Fellswap Lord: 60, mutt: 53

Fellswap gold Wine: 64, coffee: 50, Empress: 1033

Farmtale Peaches: 51, rancher: 46, Rosemary: 550, Yosemite: 501

Farmswap Cider: 50, Barley: 42, Carmen: 85, whisky: 520

Farmfell Ram: 49, pitch: 40, russet: 478, pooch: 489

Horrorfarm Moose: 64, maple: 53

Mafias Butch: 60, snipe: 58, ace: 53, boss: 50, slim: 48, bruiser: 45, tempest: 64, Don: 645, Madame: 647, Mr corgi (aka Charles): 67

Birdtale Quill: 59, crow: 51

Birdswap Mango: 62, papaya: 36, canary: 278

Birdfell Roost: 53, harpy: 42, Lewis: 90

Draketale Alden: 68, Ollivander: 60

Drakefell Barin: 71, Arwin: 59

Drakeswap Hilda: 66, saga: 63

Seatale Fisher: 60, Jasper 25

Seaswap Finn: 59, sails: 27

Seafell Hook: 58, captain: 30

Gastertale G: 80, green: 79

Dancetale Pop: 52, rhythm: 45, salsa: 678

Theatretale Tempo: 50, vibrato: 29

Fallouttale Lens: 69, cricket, 49, piranha: 65

Templetale Zen: 67, shield: 35

Nomadtale Gears: 49, compass: 42, copper: 645, lilo: 21, weave: 126, wisteria: 157, linden: 158

Here’s a quick rundown of a monsters lifespan:

A common monster has a life expectancy of 700 years give or take. The oldest monster in record (that wasn’t a royal) was a Drake monster who lived 732 years.

They are considered infants/babies up until the age of two. Toddlerhood is from 2-6

Children are from the ages of 7-13. Most monsters start public school at ages 7-8

Teenagers are from 14-19. Monsters mature at a slower rate than humans, and so while the body may look grown in the later teen years, they have yet to develop sexual maturity until around 20.

Once 20 they are considered adults, but some subspecies can continue growing up till 30

After puberty in the early 19-22 range, a monster is considered a young adult from 25-190. You can compare those ages to a human in their early to mid 20s physically

Middle Ages range from 200s- 400s roughly

500s are considered older and retirement age, 600s are elderly. Anything past 680 is fragile

The lifespan goes down with halfbreed monsters ( “full” monster parent and “full” human parent) where they live around 600-650 years

The lifespan takes a bigger drop for mages who have an expectancy of 250 years. Witches (humans who have trained to use magic) are known to live up to their 130s if they aren’t soulbonded to a monster partner.

Monsters and half breeds born with the disease called dimming rarely live past their 400s

An exception to the monster lifespan are the “royals”. They take a ritual after being voted into office that binds them to their country, making it so that any decisions they make for the country has to be for its and the peoples benefit (as far as they believe), making them a servant to ebott for the rest of their lives, but extending their life and health in return. The ritual can be broken for the royals who wish to retire and die in peace. The oldest recorded ruler was rumored to be around three thousand

And now the crash!!

For those who don’t know what that is, it’s when all the AUs merged (and my excuse for why all these guys are in the same place lol).

The crash started 17 years ago, and ended within 9 months. Since then no other mystery groups of monsters have been discovered.

Here’s a brief timeline of ebott from crash until now

First day: the land mass that holds ebott appears

Day 2: undertale, underswap, gastertale,, dancetale, theatretale, templetale, all the “farm” AUs, “lust” AUs and the “outer” AUs

Month one: the bird AUs fall from the sky, the nomads stumble out of the forest and the sea AUs mysteriously arrive on ship to shore

Month two, after two months, most of the fell aus (underfell, swapfell, fellswap gold) appear

Month three, the factory (mafias) monsters appear along with the “ghost city” now inhabited and known as ebott city, the capitol. A few weeks later, the fallout monsters appear and ebotts first official hospitals are created

Month four, the royals are finally brought together after threats of inner fighting, and Asgore is voted in as the king

Things settle for four more months, and the new land is explored, vary basic laws are out into place, and things start getting divided into districts.

Month five: Ebott makes contact with several other countries and is introduced to the worlds currency system. Ebotts gold, silver, copper coins is recognized as a currency by the rest of the world

Month seven, the first and only orphanage is founded for any unclaimed children.

On month nine of the crash, the monsters finally access the underground, and to their horror, they find three separate chambers housing the starving horror AUs who had no idea everything that was going on above.

Month ten, land is sold and divided, and ebott begins creating large scale farms

May 20, 2007, ebott celebrates their first official year as a country. The capitol city is named new ebott (cause Asgore sucks at naming things and frankly the rest of the royals aren’t much better)

May 30th, the royal guard is finally re-organized

December 2007, ebotts first countrywide gyftmas celebration, also an official design for the flag and coins are voted on and implemented

February 2008, the first official jail is built and used in ebott lol

July 2008, ebott is finally let into the rest of the worlds internet, and electricity reaches more areas besides just ebott city

August 2008, ebotts children and teens discover tik tok, and it is unanimously decided by every one that a standard public school has to be created

Late august 2008, the first public school is finished in city center

September 2008, the number of school sites number around 300, and counting

January 2009, ebott state college is built and open

April 2009, the ebott scouts is formed, and children hoping to join the guard in the future are able to sign up.

March 2010, ebott is opened by presiding countries for international students and charity programs

November 2010, the following of lady magic opens the temple to the public, and takes over the maintenance of what used to be known as the horrors underground. A grotto is transformed into a place of remembrance for those left behind before the crash

May 2011, the core from the stable underground is moved to the surface and duplicated into several other power factories. All of inhabited ebott is at least within an hour of power

May 2012, the stable underground is open to the public as a tourist attraction. Ebotts is opened by presiding countries to tourism

February 2013, because of public pressure from mainly farm, bird, lusts and the temple monsters, human-monster marriages are now recognized under the state as valid

July 2013 A farm monster discovers how to successfully cultivate magic crops from the underground, aboveground. He shares the secret for free, and other farm monsters take initiative to start sharing their own crop secrets. He is awarded the title of prince.

January 2014 Due to complaints about side effects from human foods, money is poured into research about safer ways to process and preserve foods in ebott.

April 2014, mellowmart becomes the largest company in ebott, finally beating out Walmart in scale.

December 2016, ebott petitions to be recognized as a free independent country to the United Nations. Ebott is turned down

December 2017, ebott petitions again to be recognized as an independent nation

February 2017 Immigration into ebott is closed, and monsters begin boycotting imported human goods. The ebott navy is built.

July 2017, ebott is declared an independent nation

March 2018, the royals declare ebott self sufficient in feeding the country when the amount of food related exports finally exceeds the imports for the first time

July 2018, ebott celebrates its first freedom festival

October 2018, the first college dedicated to the arts is opened in the captitol

July 2019, magical spars are declared the national sport after a grueling battle between spar fans and pickleball fans

November 2019, the first echo festival is celebrated in Goldenvalley

February 2020, humans not born in ebott are finally allowed to apply for citizenship, and the process for that is created.

April 2020 the goldenflower festival is organized for the first time

September 2020, several big brands like coco cola, Hersheys and nestle are banned in ebott when complaints of health issues becomes too much

March 2021, Wendy’s becomes the first company to create a monster-safe fast food outside of ebott, and after months of testing, is given permission to sell. Many other food companies follow and begin making separate recipes for their monster customers

May 2022, snails are declared the national animal of ebott, and popular snail breeds are recognized and the society of the domesticated snail is created for shows and licenses

November 2022, a different country tries to declare war on ebott on the grounds of them “stealing” their young working force (immigrant workers). Ebott threatens to close borders to tourists, those coming for medical care, and all outside companies selling in their lands. The untied nations slaps down the country declaring war.

February 2023, a new branch of the royal guard, called the NPTRF (national people’s trafficking relief foundation) or more commonly called the reverse kidnappers by ebotts supportive teens, is founded to combat the rapidly rising issue of monsters and humans being trafficked and dragged outside the country

[edgessunflower]

From Winnie The Pooh quotes prompt list: "If you live to be a hundred, I hope to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you" + "If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart I'll stay there forever" with Liv?

Forever

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem reader

Description: You and Liv make promises to each other after getting engaged

Liv smiles waking up seeing you asleep beside her kissing your temple seeing your ring reflect in the sunlight through the slightly revealed window before she goes downstairs and makes breakfast. You wake up to liv bringing you breakfast in bed sharing a sweet kiss while watching TV and eating enjoying the domestic moment that started off a peaceful day together leading to the two of you outside drinking tea while your friends came over for the next few hours of talk and having lunch taking glances at each other whenever the two of you were talking to your friends or in another room before your friends left washing dishes while liv fed and took the dogs outside smiling when she wraps her arms around your waist laying her head between your shoulder blades before being snuggled on the couch "Baby?". "Yes sweetie?" you look up at liv as she runs her hand up and down your back with a sweet grin "Can we make a promise?" you nod as you intertwine your hands with her own "If there ever is a day when we aren't together will you always keep me in your heart so I can stay with you forever?" you smile kissing her knuckles as she tucks a hair behind your ear "Can we make another promise?" she kisses your nose as you prop yourself up to be closer to her pressing your foreheads together "If you live to be a hundred, I hope to be a hundred and one so that we never have to live without each other" the promises make you both teary eyed sharing a gentle kiss excited for the next part of your life with each other as you spent the rest of the night watching movies on the couch "Forever and always my dear" you didn't hear the words she whispered before kissing the crown of your head but the words make you melt hearing them the next day while in the backyard.

[asukamood]

Chapter 2: Snowstorm (DPOV)

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Previous part — Next part

This post is part of the Different Point of View series

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It’s cold. It is unbelievably cold.

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Warnings: Strong language

Synopsis: “What the hell is going on?” He exclaimed, stomping on the pristine white ground as more snow particles assaulted them from all sides. “Why am I standing in the middle of a snowstorm in July?!” He shouted at the sky, reminding Winnie of their unbelievable situation.

The blond one huffed, a cloud of air leaving his mouth. He extended his hand toward the sky, feeling small snowflakes resting on his hand before drawing their last breath on his palm as they melted away from his progressively cold skin.

“Snow in July...” He repeated, his expression darkening. “This really is serious...”

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A solid minute passed before the flabbergasted boy in the passenger seat responded to his question with a simple “Yeah.” His eyebrows were furrowed.

A stunned silence befell the car once more as both boys looked out the window, snowflakes falling onto the windows. As he looked at his hand, wondering if the feeling of freezing cold he had felt earlier was just an illusion, the sight of his summer outfit brought him to a realization that just made this situation even less believable than it already was.

“J... Just to be clear...” He began, attracting the attention of the other boy. If Winnie had not been too busy trying to process the incredible situation, they found themselves in, he might have laughed at the other’s comically wide-open jaw.

Then again, he would have been yelled at for making fun of him.

“It’s... currently July... right?” As he spoke up, he looked over the other for confirmation. A look of even more confusion filled the other’s face.

“... Yeah.” He finally replied, breathless. Was it the cold affecting him or fear? As Winnie wondered, he noticed that he was trembling himself.

He brought out his phone. Whether he wanted to call his family to see if they were also caught in the same weather or see the Weather app was unclear, either way, his plan was fruitless as his phone displayed the ‘no battery’ screen.

He was certain that his phone’s battery was full when he left the house!

In a final burst of frustration at not being able to decipher the situation, both boys let out the same scream: “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

Augustine turned toward Winnie, as if he were asking him the question, an unreadable expression on his face. Though, as confusing as his expression might have been, Winnie still felt like there was a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he was blaming Winnie for all of this.

It is not like he had chosen to be stuck here either!

“I don’t know!” He immediately exclaimed, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I was too focused on talking to you!”

To enhance his point, he gestured toward the window on his side that was slowly being buried beneath a blanket of snow, obscuring the last rays of light. “It was just like that when I looked back at the window!”

Augustine passed a hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was stressed as Winnie learned, messing it up in the process. His lips trembled. “Outside!” He suddenly shouted, turning toward the door. “Let’s just go outside first!”

He grabbed the door handle and tried to pull it open. It remained still. “And the door’s frozen?!”

He began frantically pulling at the door, a certain desperation in his futile attempts to open the door. “Gah! No matter how hard I pull it just won’t budge!” He turned around, and for a moment Winnie thought that he might ask him for help, just like when they were kids and he could not do something alone, but he quickly shut his mouth.

He turned back to the door and pressed the window roller, cursing it out when the window did not budge.

Then, Winnie watched him unbuckle his security belt, putting a distance between himself and the door. For a moment, the taller one was afraid the other’s failures got to his head enough for him to try and bang his head against the window. Ever since they started high school, it felt like he had less and less understanding of what went through Augustine’s head.

That only worsened ever since he stopped talking to him.

Thankfully, his worries were soon dissipated as Augustine extended his arms in front of him weirdly before taking an exaggerated take of air. “OPEN SESAME!” He yelled, the utter lack of change in the environment as well as the awkward silence that fell between them only added to the ridiculousness of the action.

Winnie felt a small smile twitch on his lips, the familiar second-hand embarrassment he felt calming his nerves. “I think the car just got colder than before, Augustine.”

With flushed cheeks, the other simply glared at the door. “This leaves me no choice!” He swung a leg against the door, leaning onto Winnie’s arm as he put as much strength as he could muster in his leg and pushed.

The taller one watched in horror as he finally understood what Augustine was planning to do. “W... Wait!” He begged. “Don’t tell me you’re about to start kicking my--”

Before he could finish his sentence, an ultimate kick made the door to his car swing open, his childhood friend immediately diving outside and landing in the snow. “We’re out!” He cheered.

As he was processing the fact the other had completely wrecked his car’s door, Winnie decided to climb out on top of him, just to get back at him. (That car had cost him a lot of money, you know!)

Augustine let out a muffled yelp as Winnie jumped down onto his back, face buried in the snow. “Uwah, we really are out!” Winnie exclaimed in turn, feeling the soft white texture move under his feet.

He glanced over at the other and, not seeing him anywhere, decided to look down. Noticing the way his face was buried in the snow, he laughed playfully as he muttered a half-hearted apology. “Sorry, should have dodged faster!”

Augustine groaned as he got up, Winnie’s eyes widening as he noticed quite the drastic change in attire.

“Ah? Augustine your outfit...!” He began, the other ignoring him. Whether it was intentional or not was of no importance as he took in their surroundings and the impressive amount of snow around them.

“What the hell is going on?” He exclaimed, stomping on the pristine white ground as more snow particles assaulted them from all sides. “Why am I standing in the middle of a snowstorm in July?!” He shouted at the sky, reminding Winnie of their unbelievable situation.

The blond one huffed, a cloud of air leaving his mouth. He extended his hand toward the sky, feeling small snowflakes resting on his hand before drawing their last breath on his palm as they melted away from his progressively cold skin.

“Snow in July...” He repeated, his expression darkening. “This really is serious...” He turned toward Augustine and the slight glint of fear in his eyes prompted him to find something to joke about. He had never liked seeing Augustine acting so negatively. It was like seeing his younger self with the face of his hero, he could not have that.

“I didn’t know climate change could come to this extent!” He chuckled, bringing Augustine’s attention over to him. “Everyone, let’s take better care of the Earth!”

“That’s not important right now!” Augustine said, frowning as he realized what he was saying. “I mean it is important but--” He interrupted himself, sighing. At least it seemed like the joke had successfully brought Augustine back to his usual self.

“I guess even climate change can’t just change outfits out of the blue.” He remarked, his childhood friend shooting him a confused look. He gestured to himself then to Augustine. “Look, our clothes...”

The brunette frowned as he pulled at the jacket he was wearing. “...It’s the outfit we wore last winter.” He commented. “This is awfully convenient, at least it keeps me warm?”

‘Yeah well, only you.’ Was what Winnie wanted to reply, having been shivering ever since he had gotten out of the car. He could feel tremors spreading through his entire body as he wiggled his hands, a futile attempt to not lose control over the little limbs.

It was so hard to focus on their conversation...

“But if it was changed for our convenience’s sake, something doesn’t match up--” He replied instead, suddenly stopping in his tracks as he could feel a sneeze about to leave him.

“Our clothes suddenly swapping already doesn’t ‘match up.’” Augustine remarked, failing to notice the frown Winnie put on display due to the failure of getting the sneeze out. His nose was tingling and clearly not in a good way.

As he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to keep himself a minimum warm, he caught Augustine looking him up and down. “Now that I think about it, your clothes...”

He raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t those for indoors?”

“Yeah!” Winnie confirmed, nodding, trying his hardest to not let the cold get to him. The fact he could feel even colder snowflakes falling onto his nape was doing very little to help with that plan. “While I did wear this during the winter, it was only when I was inside a building.” Another more intense chill ran down his spine, forcing him to pause.

“Usually at school!” He forced his voice to sound cheerful, ignoring the uneasiness that started flooding back to the memory.

Come to think of it, he was also feeling quite cold when he was lying on the ground, wondering why Augustine left him there.

“Compared to you who’s got a cozy hat with those--” He gestured toward the pieces of clothing framing his face. “--ear thingies, a coat, even those cute lil’ boots, perfect for outdoors!”

He was this close to asking the other if it bothered him to pass him something, the cold was making his fingers go numb. He worried that he might get some frostbite as souvenir for this quite pleasant moment.

Augustine looked at him with an uncertain look, Winnie staring back with a strained smile. “... Aren’t you cold?”

“Yeah no, I’m freezing.” Thank you for noticing.

Augustine walked closer, whacking him in the head. “You moron! Get back in the car right now!”

He rubbed the area Augustine hit him at. “But the door won’t even close now after all the kicking you did...” He protested, the dread of telling his parents about that returning.

“Oh yeah...” The brunette scratched his neck. “Sorry about that.”

A beat passed.

“Aaaa, this is so frustrating!” He suddenly shouted, making poor Winnie flinch. He started to ruffle his hair again, his hat holding onto dear life onto his head. “Why are our outfits different? What even is this blizzard? What does all of this mean?!”

“D... Don’t panic!” He exclaimed, out of ideas as to how he could cheer the other up. “We gotta preserve our energy!”

If he could not even do that, what kind of friend was he? It was no wonder Augustine did not care about him anymore.

“Haaaah...” He shivered, his head pounding. He was so cold...

At the sound he made, Augustine turned to him with a worried look. “Hey, you okay? You’ve been shivering this whole time--” He approached, touching his hand.

Even through his gloves, Winnie was able to feel the warmth of the other’s hands.

“Y-yeah--” He chuckled nervously, his voice coming out into pathetic whispers. “It’s so cold, let me-”

He crouched down, pressing his chest against his legs to add friction. “Sit down and warm my hands a bit.” He turned back to Augustine, another strained smile on his face. “Could you please check the car while I do that? Or if there’s anything wrong with it?” He managed to stutter out with difficulty, his hands rubbing together.

He must have looked pathetic, if the pitiful look Augustine gave him was any indication of that. “How could I say no if you’re asking me like that...” He sighed. “I’ll be quick.”

Winnie watched him walking toward the car before he caught sight of him turning back in his direction. It was kind of weird to see him staring down at him for once. “Don’t close your eyes, if you do, you won’t be waking up.”

He chuckled. Seeing that he was still not leaving, he began talking again.

“So, I’ve been doing some thinking and... you know how in stories winter symbolizes death? What if we are dead right now? Or in a coma or something?” He ignored the horrified look Augustine gave him. “This would be like an afterlife! Oooh, or like a purgatory!” He grinned brightly as he said that, reminiscing about the last horror movie the two of them watched before drifting away from one another.

“Don’t ominously foreshadow stuff with such a bright look on your face!” Augustine said, a horrified look on his face before he shook his head, turning back to the car and walking in its direction. Winnie sighed, keeping his head low as he listened to the crunching of Augustine’s boots.

He knew he should not close his eyes, but it was hard to resist the urge.

He could only hope that Augustine was going to be quick.

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Note: the four lines of Winnie’s dialogue following the same screen were not included in this chapter as to me, they don’t make a whole lot of sense in an actual conversation. (Also, how the heck am I supposed to include them here?? Make Augustine pull a notebook out of his ass??)

[rabbits-and-rainbows]

My furry children

I thought that I should make a post presenting my rabbits since I haven't written anything about their personalities yet.

Updated: 25th June 2023

This is Mellow!

I rescued him and his brother Clyde last year in September. I was originally going to keep Clyde but Mellow won our hearts. He was very scared in the beginning and was hiding all the time. Slowly but surely he began to open up and when he finally made himself at home we knew that he was here to stay. It was so heartwarming to see how this scared and shy baby slowly gained our trust and today he is the king of flopping! He isn't as hyper as his brother as he is more of a calm soul, that's why he was named Mellow. He is neutered and lives together with Winnie. They love each other so much and always groom each other. Ever since moving together they have both gotten very affectionate towards us humans too.

This is Winnie!

She is the only one who wasn't rescued from euthanasia. Winnie was a bit neglected though, as she lived together with her mother in a stall together with no hut or hiding spaces or no toys or anything really. She used to be the most shy/scared of all of my rabbits as she was very passive and kept hiding. Ever since moving together with Mellow, she has blossomed! Today she is outgoing, even less scared than Mellow and very social to both humans and her boyfriend. She is constantly craving kisses from Mellow and also appreciates being petted.

This is Glitter!

Glitter was already named Glitter when I got her. She came from a well loved and well cared for home but unfortunally one of the humans in her household unexpectedly developed allergy so she had to find a new home ASAP or she was in risk of euthanasia.

She reminds me so much of my childhood bunny, so naturally I have a very weak spot for this gal. Glitter also has so much personality and is teaching me so much about bunnies. She is very active and likes to run around in circles, she loves getting pets and is always up to some shenanigans.

Glitter used to live with Gråis.

🌈Rainbow Bridge

He was named Gråis already when I rescued him and Courage last year.

Gråis was a gentle soul, very shy. You had to have a large amount of patience when handling him. You could get his attention by bribing him with treats. He was the most respectful gentle soul ever and I am sad I never got to deepen out bond much before he passed away.

He was neutered and used to live together with Glitter.

Rest in peace.

[clarktooncrossing]

Didn't Wanna Feel Old in 2023? Sucks to be You!

Happy 2023 everybody! It's a new year meaning I've got new goals to meet. Goals like finally publishing something, setting up commissions so people can pay me to do what I love, cross-posting between my account here and on deviantART, summoning more kaijus just so they can play elaborate games of poker, y'know, all that good stuff. It also means the return of my 'list of things that have reached a milestone anniversary' list. However, it seems like I've been doing this for so long that these lists have in fact reached their own milestone. From what I could tell, this is the fifth year of my doing this, at least on deviantART. If that doesn't make you feel right from the gate, I present the following:

If I don't mention this my buddy Volts48 won't let me rest; the highly influential sci-fi movie Metropolis turns 100 years old this year, meaning it is now in the public domain. I plan to take full advantage of this fact later, but for now I have the rest of this list to get to...

Anything from 1973 turns 50 years old this year. This includes...

Schoolhouse Rock! (Jan 6th)

Beneath the Planet of the Apes (June 13th)

Robin Hood (yes, the version with the fox) (Nov 18th)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Magic Kingdom) (December 15th)

Charlotte's Web (the animated movie, not the book) (March 1st)

Godzilla vs Megalon (March 17th)

The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (April 5th)

Soylent Green (May 9th)

The Exorcist (December 26th)

A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (November 20th)

The Young and the Restless (March 26th)

Star Trek: The Animated Series (Sept 8th)

Super Friends (Sept 8th)

Asteroid (Space Race) (July 16th)

The Night Gwen Stacy Died (MARVEL) (June - July 1973)

'We’re an American Band' by Grand Funk Railroad

'Free Bird' by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album (Oct 5th)

Anything from 1978 turns 45 years old this year. This includes...

Alien (May 25th)

The Cat from Outer Space (June 9th)

The Star Wars Holiday Special (Nov 17th)

The Small One (Dec 16th)

Jaws 2 (June 16th)

Grease (July 8th)

Revenge of the Pink Panther (July 13th)

Animal House (July 28th)

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (Oct 8th)

Halloween (Oct 25th)

Watership Down (Nov 1st)

The Lord of the Rings (animated version) (Nov 15th)

Superman: The Movie (Dec 15th)

Lupin the Third: The Secret of Mamo (Dec 16th)

Fantasy Island (Jan 14th)

The Incredible Hulk (TV series) (March 10th)

The Amazing Spider-Man (TV series) (April 15th)

Hanna Barbera's Godzilla (Sept 9th)

Yogi's Space Race (Sept 9th)

Taxi (Sept 12th)

WKRP in Cincinnati (Sept 18th)

Space Invaders (April 1st)

Anything from 1983 turns 40 years old this year. This includes...

Mickey Mouse Splashdance

Journey into Imagination (EPCOT) (March 5th)

Winnie the Pooh and A Day for Eeyore (March 26th)

Tokyo Disneyland (April 15th)

They Disney Channel (Rest in Peace) (April 18th)

Welcome to Pooh Corner (April 18th)

Star Wars VI: Return of the Jedi (May 25th)

Pinocchio's Daring Journey (Disneyland) (May 25th)

Sorcerer's Apprentice (Atari 2600) (Aug 5th)

Horizons (EPCOT) (Oct 1st)

Mickey's Christmas Carol (Dec 16th)

The first annual Walt Disney World Christmas Day parade (Dec 25th)

Superman III (June 17th)

Jaws 3-D (July 22nd)

National Lampoon's Vacation (July 29th)

Risky Business (Aug 5th)

Cujo (August 12th)

A Christmas Story (Nov 18th)

Scarface (Dec 9th)

Fraggle Rock (Jan 10th)

A-Team (Jan 23rd)

Reading Rainbow (July 11th)

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Sept 5th)

Alvin and the Chipmunks (Sept 17th)

Cheers (Sept 30th)

The Video Game Crash of 1983

Mirage Studios (Sept 30th)

DC acquires Blue Beetle, Captain Atom, and The Question

'Let's Dance' by David Bowie

'Mr. Roboto' by Styx

The My Little Pony franchises as a whole

Anything from 1988 turns 35 years old this year. This includes...

Good Morning Vietnam (Jan 15th)

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (Jan 17th)

IllumiNations (EPCOT) (Jan 20th)

Totally Minnie (Feb 25th)

Willow (May 20th)

Big (June 3rd)

Norway (EPCOT) (June 3rd)

Mickey's Birthdayland (Magic Kingdom) (June 18th)

Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (June 21st)

Die Hard (July 22nd)

Language Arts Through Imagination starring Figment (he's a dragon) (Sept 8th)

Oliver and Company (Nov 18th)

Tin Toy (Dec 30th)

Beetlejuice (March 30th)

Return of the Killer Tomatoes (April 22nd)

Rambo III (May 25h)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space (May 27th)

My Neighbor Totoro (July 13th)

Mac & Me (Aug 12th)

Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf (Sept 14th)

Akira (Oct 19th)

They Live (Nov 14th)

The Land Before Time (Nov 18th)

Scrooged (Nov 23rd)

Michael Jackson's Moonwalker (Nov 29th)

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad! (Dec 2nd)

Twins (Dec 9th)

Count Duckula (Feb 6th)

Denver, the Last Dinosaur (April 1st)

A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (Sept 10th)

Alf Tales (Sept 10th)

Garfield and Friends (Sept 17th)

A Nightmare on Elm Street: Freddy's Nightmares (Oct 8th)

Mystery Science Theater 3000 (Nov 24th)

Final Fantasy II (Dec 17th)

Mega Man 2 (Dec 24th)

Super Mario Bros. 2 and 3

Nintendo Power

The Killing Joke by Alan Moore

Batman: A Death in the Family (this was not Batman's year)

'Don't Worry Be Happy' by Bobby McFerrin

'It Takes Two by Rob Base' and DJ EZ Rock

'Parents Just Don't Understand' by Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff

'Nothin' But a Good Time' by Poison

'Cult of Personality' by Living Colour

Anything from 1993 turns 30 years old this year. This includes...

Homeward Bound: An Incredible Journey (Feb 3rd)

Roger Rabbit in Trail Mix-Up (March 12th)

The Sandlot (April 7th)

Super Mario Bros, the unfortunate film (May 28th)

Hocus Pocus (July 16th)

Robin Hood: Men in Tights (July 28th)

Bill Nye the Science Guy (Sept 10th)

Boy Meets World (Sept 24th)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (Oct 29th)

Mrs. Doubtfire (Nov 2nd)

Disney's Sing-A-Long Songs: The 12 Days of Christmas (Dec 1993)

Tombstone (Dec 25th)

Groundhog Day (Feb 12th)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (March 19th)

Jurassic Park (June 11th)

Last Action Hero (June 13th)

Free Willy (July 16th)

Coneheads (July 23rd)

Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (Aug 13th)

The Thief and the Cobbler (Aug 25th)

Demolition Man (Oct 8th)

Addams Family Values (Nov 19th)

We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story (Nov 24th)

Schindler's List (Dec 15th)

Wallace & Gromit in The Wrong Trousers (Dec 17th)

Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (Dec 25th)

Beavis and Butt-Head (March 8th)

The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. (Aug 27th)

Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (Aug 28th)

Late Show with David Letterman (Aug 30th)

The X-Files (Sept 10th)

Legends of the Hidden Temple (Sept 11th)

Animaniacs (Sept 13th)

Late Night with Conan O'Brien (Sep 13th)

Fraiser (Sept 16th)

Rocko's Modern Life (Sept 18th)

The Atari Jaguar

DOOM

Sam and Max: Hit the Road

Batman: Knightfall by Alan Grant

'I'll Do Anything For Love' by Meatloaf

'Shoop' by Salt-n-Peppa (Deadpool's favorite!)

Anything from 1998 turns 25 years old this year. This includes...

Movie Surfers (Jan 1st)

Beauty and the Beast: Belle's Magical World (Feb 17th)

PB&J Otter (March 15th)

The Enchanted Tiki Room (Under New Management) (April 5th)

Toon Disney (April 18th)

Disney's Animal Kingdom (April 22nd)

Mulan (July 22nd)

The Parent Trap (remake) (July 29th)

Hercules: The Series (Aug 31st)

Out of the Box (Oct 7th)

Halloweentown (Oct 17th)

The Lion King II: Simba's Pride (Oct 27th)

Rollie Pollie Ollie (Nov 6th)

A Bug's Life (Nov 24th)

Mighty Joe Young (Dec 25th)

Elmopalooza (Feb 20th)

The Big Lebowski (March 16th)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (May 19th)

The unfortunate American Godzilla film (May 20th) and it's surprisingly good TV follow up (Sept 12th)

The Truman Show (June 5th)

Saving Private Ryan (July 24th)

Blade (Aug 19th)

Rush Hour (Sept 18th)

Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (Sept 22nd)

Antz (Oct 2nd)

The Rugrats Movie (Nov 20th)

The Prince of Egypt (Dec 16th)

Power Rangers in Space (Feb 6th)

CatDog (April 4th)

Sex and the City (June 6th)

Whose Line Is It Anyway? (Aug 5th)

That 70s Show (Aug 23rd)

The Wild Thornberrys (Sept 1st)

Will & Grace (Sept 21st)

The Powerpuff Girls (Nov 18th)

Banjo Kazooie (June 29th)

Spyro the Dragon (Sept 19th)

Half Life (Nov 19th)

Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (Nov 21st)

The Sega Dreamcast

Gameboy Color

Spider-Girl (Feb 1998) - Fitting, considering she makes her cinematic debut this year in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

'I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith from the soundtrack for Armageddon

'...Baby One More Time' by Brittney Spears

Anything from 2003 turns 20 years old this year. This includes...

That's So Raven (Jan 17th)

The Jungle Book 2 (Feb 14th)

Atlantis: Milo's Return (Feb 25th)

Piglet's Big Movie (March 21st)

Holes (April 18th)

The Lizzie McGuire Movie (May 2nd)

X2 (May 2nd)

Finding Nemo (May 30th)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (July 9th)

The Simpsons: Hit & Run (Sept 16th)

Lilo & Stitch! The Series (Sept 20th)

Mickey's PhilharMagic (Magic Kingdom) (Oct 8th)

Brother Bear (Nov 1st)

Star Wars: Clone Wars (Tartakovsky) (Nov 7th)

The Haunted Mansion (movie) (Nov 26th)

Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time (Nov 28th)

Destino (Dec 19th)

Kangaroo Jack (January 17th)

Daredevil (movie) (Feb 14th)

Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure (March 18th)

Daddy Day Care (May 4th)

Matrix Reloaded (May 16th) and Revolutions (Oct 27th)

Bruce Almighty (May 23rd)

Rugrats Go Wild (June 13th)

Ang Lee's Hulk (June 17th)

The Room (June 27th)

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (July 2nd)

Freddy vs Jason (Aug 13th)

Kill Bill: Volume 1 (Oct 10th)

Elf (Nov 7th)

The Cat in the Hat (movie) (Nov 8th)

Looney Tunes: Back in Action (Nov 9th)

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (Dec 17th)

Big Fish (Dec 25th)

Mythbusters (Jan 23rd)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (KidsWB animated series) (Feb 8th)

Power Rangers Ninja Storm (Feb 15th)

Red vs Blue (April 1st)

All Grown Up! (April 12th)

Spider-Man: The New Animated Series (July 11th)

Teen Titans (July 19th)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (Aug 1st)

Clifford's Puppy Days (Sept 1st)

Devil May Cry 2 (Jan 25th)

Postal 2 (April 14th)

Tomb Raider: The Angel of Darkness (June 20th)

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (July 5th)

Jak II (Oct 14th)

Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne (Oct 14th)

Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (Oct 28th)

SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom (Oct 29th)

Call of Duty (Oct 29th)

Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando (Nov 11th)

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc

Invincible (Image) (Jan 2003)

JLA/Avengers (Sept 2003)

The Walking Dead (Image) (Oct 2003)

'Where is the Love?' by Black Eyed Peas

Anything from 2008 turns 15 years old this year. This includes...

Phineas and Ferb (Feb 1st)

Horton Hears a Who! (movie) (March 3rd)

Iron Man (May 2nd), The Incredible Hulk (June 13th), and the birth of the MCU

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (May 22nd)

Toy Story Mania! (Hollywood Studios) (June 17th)

WALL-E (aka the greatest movie ever!) (June 27th)

Star Wars: Clone Wars (movie) (Aug 10th)

Star Wars: The Force Unleashed (Sept 16th)

High School Musical 3: Senior Year (Oct 24th)

Tinker Bell (Oct 28th)

BURN-E (Nov 18th)

Bolt (Nov 21st)

A Muppets Christmas: Letters to Santa (Dec 17th)

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie (Jan 11th)

Rambo (Jan 24th)

Kung Fu Panda (June 6th)

Hellboy II: The Golden Army (July 11th)

The Dark Knight (July 18th)

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (Aug 1st)

Ponyo (Aug 14th)

Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (Nov 7th)

Twilight (Nov 21) - I'M VENGEANCE!

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (Jan 13th)

Breaking Bad (Jan 20th)

Power Rangers Jungle Fury (Feb 18th)

Spectacular Spider-Man (the best incarnation of the wall-crawler) (March 8th)

Ben 10: Alien Force (April 8th)

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack (June 5th)

The Penguins of Madagascar (Nov 28th)

Super Smash Bros Brawl (Jan 31st)

God of War: Chains of Olympus (March 4th)

Dead Space (Oct 13th)

Spider-Man: Web of Shadows (Oct 21st)

Little Big Planet (Oct 27th)

Fallout 3 (Oct 28th)

Mirror's Edge (Nov 11th)

Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe (Nov 16th)

Gears of War 2 (Nov 7th)

Left 4 Dead (Nov 17th)

Sonic Unleashed (Nov 18th)

Grand Theft Auto IV (Dec 2nd)

Lego Batman and Indiana Jones

Final Crisis (May 2008)

Marvel Apes (Oct - Nov 2008)

'I Kissed a Girl' and 'Hot n Cold' by Katty Perry

'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay

'So What?' by P!NK

Anything from 2013 turns 10 years old this year. This includes...

Sofia the First (Jan 11th)

Aliens: Colonial Marines (Feb 12th)

Oz, the Great and Powerful (March 8th)

Iron Man 3 (May 3rd)

Mystic Point (Hong Kong Disneyland) (May 17th)

Monsters University (June 21st)

Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel (Aug 16th)

Disney Infinity (Aug 18th)

Castle of Illusion starring Mickey Mouse (Sep 2nd)

Toy Story of Terror! (Oct 16th)

Thor: The Dark World (Nov 8th)

Frozen (Nov 27th)

The current run of Mickey Mouse cartoons (Nov 29th)

Saving Mr. Banks (Dec 20th)

Texas Chainsaw 3D (Jan 4th)

Evil Dead (remake) (April 5th)

The Purge (June 7th)

Man of Steel (June 14th)

My Little Pony: Equestria Girls (June 16th)

Despicable Me 2 (July 3rd)

Pacific Rim (July 12th)

Turbo (July 17th)

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 (Sept 27th)

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Nov 22nd)

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (Dec 13th)

Teen Titans Go! (April 23rd) - HOW IS THIS STILL ON THE AIR!?!?!?

Orange Is the New Black (July 11th)

PAW Patrol (Aug 12th)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Sept 17th)

Rick and Morty (Dec 2nd)

Tomb Raider (March 5th)

God of War: Ascension (March 12th)

BioShock Infinite (March 26th)

Injustice: Gods Among Us (April 16th)

The Last of Us (June 14th)

Deadpool (video game) (June 25th)

Rayman Legends (Aug 29th)

Grand Theft Auto V (Sept 17th)

The Stanley Parable (Oct 17th)

Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag (Oct 29th)

'Get Lucky' by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams

'My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)' by Fall Out Boy

'Roar' by Katy Perry

'Wagon Wheel' by Darius Ruckus

'Wrecking Ball' by Miley Cyrus

'Applause' by Lady Gaga'

'What Does the Fox Say?' by Ylvis

'Happy' by Pharrell Williams

And with all that said, I hope you all have a happy new year!

Did I miss any milestones? If I did, feel free to let me know in the comments. For now though, MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[disneymbti]

Winnie the Pooh himself for the mbti thing

Hi there Poorni, I really hope you like this a lot!

Winnie the Pooh's MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type

MBTI Type: ISFP [The Adventurer]

ISFP types need plenty of personal space. Though they enjoy building connections with people, they need alone time to think and recharge.

They are very observant, especially focusing on the details more than the overall view. They live in the present and tend to base decisions on what they can see right now.

Adventurers also prioritize emotion when making decisions. They prefer to follow what feels right.

They don’t like schedules, but instead prefer to keep their options open. They are adaptable, spontaneous, and like to challenge the need for strict rules.

Big Three: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon and Sagittarius Rising

Pisces Sun: The planetary ruler for Pisces is Jupiter and Neptune, which gives Pisces Suns a sentimental, intuitive, imaginative, and dreamy nature. 

Cancer Moon: The emotions of Cancer Moons have no limits, restraints, or depths. This is a cosmic placement that often leads to sweetness, kindness, emotional awareness and responsibility. 

Sagittarius Rising: Sagittarius risings are jovial, optimistic, and full of energy. They sparkle with confidence, and you can't help but sparkle back when you're around them.

Enneagram Type: 9w1 [The Negotiator]

Basic Fear: Nines with a one wing are afraid of being separated from the rest of the world and losing what matters to them.

Basic Desire: They desire peace, both internally and externally. Their type one wing encourages them to make their idealized, peaceful world a reality.

Negotiators defend themselves by participating heavily in routine to distract themselves and avoid negative emotions.

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

selfshiptober day 7: rain + infection

pairing: Winnifred + Frankenstein's Creature (1931)

summary: Winnifred helps the Creature out on a rainy morning.

word count: 1.3k

cw: wounds / wound care

note: technically a continuation of day 2 !!! also my shortest so far... only so much i could do with this prompt... sigh...

divider by @/saradika :)

Winnifred wasn’t sure she had ever had such a comfortable night of sleep. She slept like a log all night, the arms of the Creature she had taken in mere hours prior wrapped snugly around her, the heat of his body keeping her warmer than a fire ever could on its own. She did her best to slowly wriggle out of his arms, trying not to wake him. She was sure he needed his rest. She had no clue how long he had been roaming the forest without a home of his own, and all she wanted was for him to feel safe and comfortable. As she managed to free herself from his embrace, Winnifred glanced down at the Creature once more, sleeping soundly. She smiled, taking in the sight of this eight-foot-tall being wrapped up in her blankets. He looked like he was at peace. She decided that, perhaps, it was her duty to help him as much as she could.

Finally standing up, she glanced out the window – rain. No wonder the house was still so dark. The pitter-patter of the rain against the roof was always a sound that Winnifred appreciated – and thankfully so, considering how often it fell. She could only hope that it would be soothing to the Creature as well, aiding him in getting just a bit more sleep. 

She took a moment to decide on her next move, not wanting to disturb him too much. Maybe breakfast? She tiptoed over to the kitchen, watching out for the few floorboards that she knew were particularly creaky as she made the short trek to the next room. She still needed to buy groceries… Opening the fridge, she noticed she had just enough eggs and bread to whip up some french toast. Not her favorite, but it would have to do. As long as it was enough for the Creature, she was okay with it. She tried her best to keep quiet as she pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet, wincing as the metal clanked together in the process. She stood still for a moment, cocking her head to the side, listening for any sign of the Creature waking coming from the living room. 

It sounded like whining. She heard the rustling of the blankets, accompanied by whimpers and groans. Winnifred stepped back into the living room, seeing the Creature sitting up on the floor, his left arm held tightly against his stomach. She took it upon herself to light a candle as she reentered the room, carrying it to cut through the darkness. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, kneeling down next to him. “Hungry?”

He shook his head.

“Do you need the bathroom?”

Another shake.

“Are you hurt?”

This time the Creature nodded. Winnifred frowned, slowly reaching out to touch his arm. “Can I see? The flame from the candle won’t get you, I promise.”

The Creature nodded once more, allowing Winnifred to tenderly wrap her fingers around part of his wrist, gently pulling it away from his stomach. She carefully rolled up his sleeve, examining each stitch, holding the candle just close enough to illuminate his skin. Immediately, she noticed that one of them looked bright red, and oddly wet. “Oh, sweetie, I think this is infected.”

The Creature looked at her in alarm, yanking his arm away from her. 

“It’s okay,” Winnie reassured him, “I can treat it. I can patch it up right now and it’ll heal right up.”

She stood back up, heading to her bathroom to take a look inside her medicine cabinet. She considered herself to be a very lucky woman when it came to illness and infection – her work allowed her more access to medication than most people were able to get. She pulled some iodine out from the cabinet, as well as some gauze to cover up the wound. It didn’t look too serious, but if it was left untreated much longer, she was sure it would become much worse. 

She returned to the Creature quickly, the iodine and gauze in her hands. She set them down on a small table near the woodstove, then ran to the kitchen to wash her hands and to fetch a bowl of water and a bar of soap. She grabbed a pair of scissors as well, to cut the gauze. The Creature cowered as he watched her sanitize them. “Don’t worry, these aren’t for you,” she said. “I just want to clean it first,” she explained, sitting down beside him, carefully placing the bowl of water on the floor. The Creature nodded, slowly revealing his arm to her again. Winnifred cut a small piece of gauze off the roll, soaking it in the warm water in the bowl. She looked into the Creature’s eyes for permission, only continuing her work after seeing him nod. Gingerly, she ran the wet gauze along the infected stitch, trying not to frown as he flinched at the touch. She then scrubbed a bit of soap onto the gauze, repeating the process on the Creature’s arm. 

“Okay… This next part’s going to sting,” Winnifred warned him, “But it should make this so much better in a couple of days, okay? I promise. Do you trust me?”

The Creature nodded again, taking a breath, bracing himself for the feeling. In the meantime, Winnifred was cutting a fresh piece of gauze off the roll. She blotted a bit of iodine on it, trying her best to put on just enough to cover the length of the Creature’s wound. “Ready?” She asked, preparing to apply it to his arm. He nodded, taking another deep breath. He looked away as Winnifred laid the strip of gauze on his arm, hissing as it came into contact with his flesh. “I know,” she cooed. “It should stop stinging soon… Can you do me a favor, Creature?”

He turned his head to face her again, nodding slowly, tears welling in his eyes from the sensation. “Okay… I just need you to hold that gauze in place while I cut off one more piece to secure it. Can you do that for me?” She was met with another nod as the Creature tepidly raised his right hand, placing it on top of the gauze. He watched Winnifred cut the final piece, much longer than the previous two. She gestured for him to remove his hand, and he did so with no hesitation, watching curiously as Winnifred delicately wrapped the new piece of gauze around his forearm, finishing her dressing of the wound. He met her eyes in awe. His creator had never touched him so tenderly.

“Okay, all done,” Winnifred said softly. 

The Creature took her hand in his as if to thank her. He then proceeded to pull her into his chest, using only his right arm in order to keep the freshly dressed left one out of the way. She smiled, chuckling a bit as she leaned into him. His grip was tight, but she didn’t mind – something told her he didn’t even realize it. 

“Well, I was just about to make us some breakfast… I know I just asked you this, but, are you hungry?”

The Creature nodded, his hunger coming to the forefront now that his main issue had been solved. He smiled sheepishly as his stomach growled, answering her question for him. 

“Okay,” Winnifred snickered. “We’ll get you fed, maybe clean you up a bit more… And then maybe we can take a nap. The rain always makes me sleepy.”

The Creature beamed at this. He had never felt so welcomed anywhere before. He feared it may only last for a night, but now, looking into Winnifred’s eyes and listening to the rain tap on her roof, he had hope that it could last forever. He had finally found a home.

[whimzeee]

Wenien

Name: Wenien Barlow Nickname(s): Winnie Pronouns: he/him Age: 30 Race: Tiefling Origin: Tav (outlander) Class: Druid (circle of the land) Lover: none/sometimes halsin/other tavs mostly Challenge: Winnie is afraid of violence. During his playthrough, I must avoid a fight whenever possible, and permanently keep nonlethal toggled on.

Personality: At the start of the adventure, Wenien is timid and frightened of most of the world. As a child, he was remarkably prone to illness and had to be careful, making him wary of anything he doesn’t know to be safe. Though he gradually grew out of it as an adult and built up a healthy constitution, he found that excessive stress can cause him to relapse into poor health, so his cautious nature remained. He's never left his small village and never wanted to. He likes his simple life there, where he is a farmer and gardener. Although the physical strength he got from the job could allow him to hold his own, he is far too meek to intimidate anyone. While peaceful, his life was small and stagnant. It was just existence, rather than real living. The journey forces him out of his comfort zone and, despite his terror, he begins to see the wonder and beauty the rest of the world can hold. Wenien doesn't change too much, though, and still prefers the peaceful side of life. He hates violence and tries to avoid it whenever possible. Although he somewhat finds his voice, he will always be quiet and shy by nature. He's quick to smile, kind, and always tries to help anyone in pain even if it's unwise.