#thinking about how my whole body temperature actually went up when i was watching a L/ucifer edit the other day

[glitterrosesnzz]

im gonig to start eating drywall

[yorshie]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well

Could you please do some Headcanons for tmnt (bayverse) x reader who has a huge problem with overheating? Like. Huge problem. Gets lightheaded, can’t sleep on “too warm” beds or places, Sometimes needs to lie on the cold ground or have ice packs on their face, legs, basically their whole self as an attempt of trying to cool down? And when they find out the boys skin is actually quite chilly they get more affectionate? Handsy? Of course w their consent, Legs get laced together, resting on their lap more often, both have crushes going on but reader is so bothered by how hot their skin is, all of the anxiety/bashfulness of approaching them is throw out of the window, and since winter is coming and the boys are coldblooded, a personal heater would be most welcomed (honestly a fair trade for everybody lol)

Hope that makes sense? (Honestly today is really bothering me cuz I’ve already used 3 ice packs and nothing is working 😭 i feel my face and legs are on fire and it’s so bothersome. I need some reassurance from some chilly boys fr) thank you and have a good day

Hello! I'm doing good, I hope you are doing better! I've been thinking about this ask for quite a bit, because I couldn't decide how exactly I was going to handle the turtles body heat, but I was totally enamored of imagining them being slightly cooler to reader's body heat, even though they do produce their own. Endothermic vs Ectothermic arguments went round and round, til I finally decided I was thinking about it waaaaayyyyy too deeply lol. So, thank you so much for sending this in, because it helped me Answer Some Questions for my personal writing lol. Going with the bayverse turtles run cooler than the average human body temp, but that they can withstand a range of temperatures because they still generate their own heat. So without further ado!

Bayverse turtles x GN reader, SFW - headcanons for nonspecific turtle

as always turtles are 24-25 in my writing

the first time he catches you lying on the floor in your home, surrounded by ziploc baggies of ice and an ice pack balanced on your nose, he almost snapped a picture at how goofy it looked. Then he noticed how red your skin was, how miserable you seemed, and he decided maybe it'd be better to check and see if you were ok

Upon finding out that, no, this was normal for you, that you were burning up despite how freezing cold your living room was, a small voice in the back of his head immediately reminded him that he ran COLD. He ignored it all through swapping your baggies out with fresh ice, of watching you roll to a new spot on the floor to find a new cool spot before his traitorous mouth opens up and he hears words that sound eerily like his own voice before he can reel the offer back in.

At first, you don't believe him. He's being sweet, sure, but the thought of touching or cuddling someone right now makes you want to commit murder. It takes him reaching out abruptly and placing his palm against your uncovered stomach for the fact to sink in that... oh my GOD HE"S COLD.

From that moment on, he is the designated cuddle buddy. In a pinch you'll make due with one of his brothers if you can convince them to stay still, but the first time he caught you draped over one of their shells you got the stink eye for three days straight, and when it came time for you to ask him once more to help you ended up being held more like a teddy bear.

Most of the time though, you sprawl across him on movie nights, cheek to his plastron, trying in vain to beat down blooming feelings when he rests his large, cool hands against your back and twines your legs together. Once or twice you're even embarrassed over it when it happens in front of his brothers, but at this point they just act like its normal. Just know, though, that your turtle has gotten ribbed over it privately, and there's a betting pool they've got going behind the two of yours' backs.

Come winter, you notice it's not just your turtle that's creeping in to cuddle now. With the weather turning, it seems the other three have realized that while they are a walking, talking ice pack for you, you are in fact a walking, talking furnace for them. Your turtle is definitely in the middle of the huddle, but don't be surprised to find yourself in the middle of a turtle pile anytime you come over. Don't worry, you're not the only human that gets wrangled into this. One time you got yoinked into the pile trying to coax your turtle out for some one on one cuddles and you found both Casey and April in the middle of the pile, both slightly squashed and unhappy about their turtle kidnapping.

All and all it's a revolving door of seeking each other out for heat and/or for cold, I'd give the betting pool a max of four months before it's being cashed out.

[oddballwriter]

Personal Nurses

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick (sore throat, stuffy nose, and fever). Taking medicine. Half Google translated Spanish, my high school Spanish is really rusty the grammar may be weird. Other wise a nice wholesome sick comfort fic.

Author’s Snip: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a fic where it was about Abi (the reader and system’s daughter that have a bit of an unofficial series with) getting sick. But I decided to make it about the boys taking care of you because I got a nasty cold a while ago and wanted to see this.

Notes: Again, the grammar in Jake’s Spanish speaking might be not so good because my Spanish is rusty as hell.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 692

Being sick wasn’t that great. Sure, it got you out of needing to do things, but you also had to deal with actually being sick. And that’s never great.

You went to bed last night with a tickle in your throat and runny nose that you thought would pass in the morning, but then you woke up dying for water, barely able to breathe through your nose, and now you were burning up like a whore in church.

When Steven eventually woke up and found you in the kitchen you could tell he knew. You made an attempt to brush it off by saying “I’ll just drink some tea and sit under an air conditioner today.” but you could see Steven and the rest of them in that brain vote no on even letting you get out into your work clothes.

So now you get to wallow in bed and have three personal nurses.

Since Steven was the one who woke up with the body, so he was the one who set everything up. He politely shooed you back into bed, placed extra pillows, called your work for you, made you your tea and breakfast, and brought all that to you in bed with a cold rag and medicine. He also checked your temperature which, of course earned an “Oh, love. That’s no good.” that seemed more like him thinking out loud.

Steven was the one mostly in charge of your comfort and doing things for you when you’re sick. If you wanted an extra blanket, you got one. If your fever rag got lukewarm, he made it cool again. Do you want more water or tea? You got it. Is it too bright? He’ll draw the curtains for you. If anything he was more of a bell boy than a nurse. But it still made him blush a little when you called him that.

Marc was the one in charge of making sure you got your medicine in, and he was on top of it. Apparently, when you were taking a nap after eating breakfast, Marc took the body to go to the pharmacy and get new medicine and vitamins because “The one we have isn’t strong enough.” as if he was able to tell just by looking at you. When he came back, he had you eat some bread, saying “So that it doesn’t mess with your stomach if it's empty already.” and also “It helps it stay down. It has something to stick to.”.

“How do you know all this?” you questioned, to which Marc simply said “Trial and error,”, “Now take the vitamins. It helps your immune system fight it off.” Marc orders. You just shrug and comment “Whatever you say, Nurse Spector.”.

Jake was dead set on making food for you, making Marc go to a whole different market while he was out, just to buy ingredients for the soup he wanted to make you.

“Qué no, Marc. No puedes compras los sopas enlatadas.” Jake said to himself with a laugh. “Mind letting me in on the joke?” Marc asked as he watched Jake cut up the ingredients from the reflection in the soup. “You couldn’t buy them canned soup, Marc. Canned soup doesn’t do it. You gotta make it.” Jake explained, clearly referring to the whole ‘make it with love’ thing. “Well, that’s what we would have,” Marc mentioned. “Because that’s all we got.” Jake said back, “But not for them.” he added as to pointed to where you were resting. “They’d do the same for us.” Jake stated confidently.

When the soup was settled and done, and cooled down enough, Jake brought the bowl straight to you in bed. You thought he was going to bring a little table like Steven and Marc did, but it was clear when Jake kept holding the bowl and took up a spoonful of it and held it towards your mouth. You say his name with a scoff and he smiles. “Come on, mi amor. Steven and Marc got to play nurse today.” Jake teased. You roll your eyes and decide to humor him and let him feed you.

[jessjad]

Warm Nights

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on vacation. A few nice days at the beach and sea. But Dean didn't expect it to get that hot.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Because... why not? So: 18+ only!! And a grumpy Dean. At least at the beginning.

Word count: 1508

A/N: Hello! :) This is my last contribution to @smellingofpoetry ’s 400 Follower Celebration - Summer Edition. Summer is almost over and I'm really looking forward to autumn. But before that there's a little boozy story. Of course I couldn't exclude our Dean and that's why it's his turn now.

With this I think I covered almost everything. It was really fun writing these one shots and I hope others enjoyed reading them too. With that being said, have fun.

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The only thing keeping Y/N from sleeping was Dean's grunts, which he let out at almost regular intervals. He himself had surprised her with this vacation, because he thought they finally deserved a real break. Y/N was very excited and couldn't wait. But as soon as they arrived, the heat hit them. So they only spent the days on the beach and cooled off in the sea, but the temperatures didn't drop much at night. It was practically impossible to sleep properly and that made Dean grumpy.

"Son of a bitch." he made himself felt at some point and Y/N let out an annoyed breath.

"You wanted to go to Cancun."

"Yeah, but I didn't know they were going to have such an unexpected heat wave here. Otherwise I would have taken us somewhere else."

Dean rolled over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time and let out another dissatisfied sigh. "I can smell my own sweat."

"Maybe you should have informed yourself better beforehand." Y/N teased her boyfriend and grinned.

"Eat me."

"Again?" Y/N asked teasingly. "And what about me? That wouldn't be fair, right?"

Dean stared at her and shook his head slightly before sitting up. "I need a drink."

She watched him go over to the minibar and pour himself a whiskey. Y/N had to smile. If someone had told her two years ago that Dean was actually interested in her and would ask her out on a date, she would have said they were crazy. But after Chuck was gone, he seemed more excited about his life. It was like a huge load had been lifted from his shoulder and she was happy for him. Still, she hadn't seen herself coming as part of his life.

"Good. You do that and I'll take a cold shower."

She already pulled her top over her head before she disappeared into the bathroom and felt Dean's eyes on her. The fact that Dean desired her, no matter what the situation, filled her heart with warmth. No one before had ever made her feel like this.

She washed her hair and was about to wash her body when a large hand took the soap from her. Dean had followed her and she looked around in surprise. He quietly began washing his own body before proceeding to wash Y/N.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a smile.

"Makin' it fair." was all he said and before Y/N could respond his hands were already on her body.

He started at her arms and worked his way up to her shoulders. Dean distributed the foam extensively over her whole body, but remained quite good. He lingered on her breasts a bit longer, building Y/N's anticipation, but he unabashedly let his hands wander further down to her stomach. His hands slid lower and lower, but before he got to her mound, he got down on one knee and washed her feet and calves. Now Y/N was getting a little frustrated.

"So if that was your idea to make it fair then I have to say I didn't envision it that way."

As she spoke, Dean had already reached her thighs and grinned. "Why are you so impatient? Besides, I never said how I wanted to make up for it."

"I'm not..."

But she couldn't finish this sentence, because suddenly Dean's hand finally disappeared between her thighs and went to work there, too. He knew exactly what he was doing, because it wasn't long before Y/N let out a small moan.

Shortly thereafter, he grabbed the hand shower and washed the soap off their bodies again. "Everything clean again."

"I'm not sure about that." Y/N replied and snuggled up to Dean while she put her arms around his neck and ran his fingers through his wet hair.

Dean needed a moment until the hand shower was back in place and he ran his hands over her body. His mouth searched for hers and the kiss started out passionately. He rested his hands on her bottom and lightly massaged her cheeks before giving her a small slap. She gasped a little and Dean used that moment to deepen the kiss und search with his toung after hers.

Now Y/N also let her hands slide down his body and reached his already hard length, which happily pressed against her lower abdomen. But as soon as she started massaging him, he pulled back slightly from her grasp. Y/N looked at Dean a little confused, but he just smirked. Without another word, Dean dropped to his knees again and leaned Y/N against the wall behind her. It was immediately clear to her what he was up to and she had to moan again.

"Always so responsive. I didn't even do anything yet."

But Y/N couldn't answer that either, because he didn't give her any time. He parted her legs and rested his hands on her hips as he licked trough her folds with a flat tongue. The feeling sent goose bumps down Y/N's spine. She just loved how he made her feel. Dean feasted on her before lingering on her clit and massaging it. It didn't take long before he figured out how tight the pressure needed to be and what rhythm made Y/N practically sing. Dean kept working her up, but just before she climaxed, he released her clit and brought her tongue a little deeper, caressing her opening and penetrating a little. It wasn't quite as effective, but it still felt just as great.

He repeated this a few times. Y/N's legs began to tremble and she felt her strength drain. "Dean... please."

He laughed. "What, please? Say it, Y/N."

"Let me come. Please, I have to come."

"Anything my girl wants."

And then he got her over the edge so fast she almost thought she saw stars. Her moans were loud and obscene, but she didn't care.

"So beautiful." he fully admired Y/N and covered her face with small kisses.

His cock was so tense now that he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Y/N's head was spinning and she felt like her legs were going to give out. Dean noticed that too and lifted her up with a quick movement so that she could put her legs around his waist. Her arms found support around his neck again and he immediately let his cock slide through her wet folds. They kissed again and then in one smooth motion he sank deep into her heat.

"Oh god... always so full." she rasped and moaned in satisfaction.

"Don't worry. I got you." Dean said and began to move inside her.

It wasn't long before he picked up speed, making Y/N moan again. Dean bowed his head slightly and kept licking her nipples, which only turned her on more. The feelings intensified and Y/N felt like she was about to burst. She was so oversensitive by now, and yet it still wasn't enough. She felt her next climax approaching and was now chasing after it.

She tried to move with Dean as best as possible. He noticed this and shifted her position a bit to make it easier for her. But in doing so, he thrust even deeper into her, reaching that one painfully sweet spot.

"Yes, sweetheart. Just like that. Keep pushing against me." Dean growld and his movements became hard and fast.

"Oh god... I... I can't! It`s... to much!"

"Yes, you can, baby! Come on. Give me your all."

And Dean was right. All she could hear was their moans and how skin met skin. And then she exploded. Y/N came so hard that she didn't know where up and down was for a moment. A few pushs later, Dean came hard and deep inside her. Their breaths mingled and they had to hold each other for a few moments.

When both had arrived back in the here and now, Dean carefully lowered Y/N, but still held her until her legs carried her again. They kissed slowly and gently and then Dean turned the water back on to wash her off.

"Now that's what I call a success."

"Showoff!" laughed Y/N.

As soon as they were clean again, they dried themselves off and put on fresh clothes. But before they left the bathroom, Dean held Y/n back for a moment. She looked at him questioningly as he pulled her into his arms.

"I love you." he said with a small smile.

"I love you too." Y/N replied and beamed at Dean.

They kissed again and then left the bathroom. But as soon as they were outside, they heard the wind whistling through the room.

"What..." Dean rushed to the balcony and looked out.

Shortly thereafter, the first thunder rumbled and it began to rain. The temperature in the room had also changed and the cool, fresh wind brought a noticeable cooling effect.

"Now, that is almost as good as our shower session." Dean beamed at her and Y/N just had to smile. She has never been so happy.

[tiredeyesight]

sickness

description : yennefer reacts to you getting sick. your reaction when yennefer is sick

word count : 468

a/n : i’m so in love with yennefer it’s actually mind blowing and istg there aren’t enough fics for her at ALL. so i might do a lot more yennefer fics in the future. anyways hope you guys enjoy this read 💓

you turned over fussily not being able to find the right temperature, your whole body felt on fire but ice cold the second you left your blankets. by your continuous movements it woke up yennefer, your girlfriend. she opened her eyes up sleepily wondering what all the commotion is about.

‘y/n what are you doing’ she grumbled mad about being awoken from her slumber. ‘sorry, my temperature is all fucked up’ as soon as those words left your mouth yennefers hand rose up to your forehead. ‘fuck’ was all she uttered out before scrambling out of bed, ‘stay there’ she said as you went to move out of bed with her.

‘what’s wrong why are you searching through all the spheres?’ you questioned. ‘you’re sick’ she responded simply. a groan left your lips, ‘yen it’s fine, i’m okay it’s probably a small cold or something’ ‘yea and i know i have something here to fix it straight away’ she said still rummaging through her seriously disorganised draws.

you soon fell asleep as yennefer started humming a song she heard from the bar just the other day. when you woke up from your not so long sleep yen was next to you preparing something. as soon as you went to sit up slightly your nose was instantly blocked up and your throat went dry and scratchy. ‘fuck i hate being sick’ you began thinking.

‘here have some of this it should help your temperature and nose’ yen instructed you, ‘after that drink some water, and a lot of it.’ she was so gentle yet enforcing it confuses your mind. you follow her instructions and slowly begin to feel that comforting sense of being able to breathe again throughout the day under yen’s watchful eye.

a few weeks later yennefer began feeling similar symptoms to your previous ones. however she was deeply in denial about it. her voice was dry and raw from by how much she had been coughing, she couldn’t even actually properly talk due to her blocked nose.

‘yen go lay down in bed, you’re sick’ you said, ‘i’ll go make you a hot tea and food just rest.’ after days of yennefer being knee deep in denial she finally admitted she was sick after going to lay down in bed.

however she was not a calm person when she was sick, full on high alert. as soon as you left the room you heard your name being called out. ‘what do you need?’ you questioned and at yen’s soft cheeky smile you gathered the answer she wanted you to cuddle her in bed.

with a simple eye roll you joined her under the cover praying to god you don’t get sick again with this proximity. five minutes later you heard some what even breaths and soft snores.

[splinteredthoughts]

Splinter!

I saw the Bendy oc and wanted to ask if you had any other ocs you would want to share!

and feel free to use this ask to just fully go for it with talking bout them too!

Ooooooo!

Dragon you have no idea how excited I am to answer this!!

I’m gonna focus on a couple of ocs I made in the past year. Otherwise I’d be answering this all day. This is gonna be a loooong one, and I’m going to add on to it later with more ocs, so the rest is under the cut.

This is a bunch of guys I made based on the five senses! I also slotted them into the five-man-band structure because I love that trope SO much (I could make a whole other post talking about that).

On the far left is Hearing or Sound (I haven't come up with names for them, so I just call them based on what sense they are). They're the smart guy of the group. Sound is a wiz with technology and is able to process and catalogue a LOT of information all at once. Their ears kinda reminded me of an alien, so I gave them the ability to float. Sound is kinda cocky, but they are always thinking five steps ahead, so they have some right to be. The darker parts of their body are actually armor/clothes, they also visually differentiate them from the rest of the group.

On the far right is Taste. He is dripping with confidence and charisma, which is fitting since he is the leader. Taste is bold and brash, often crashing into situations and smooth-talking his way out of them. Although his main sense is taste, he rarely sticks out his tongue. This is because his tongue can taste the air like a snake, and the amount of sensory information would overwhelm him, so he focuses more on negotiation since he is the only member of the team who can speak. Taste actually prefers to talk his way out of conflicts, even though he's pretty good in a fight (look at those claws!)

Hiding behind everyone is Sight, the lancer to Taste's leader. While taste is confident, Sight is quite the scaredy-cat, very paranoid and cautious. This is because while she can do the best recon and information gathering, she is very vulnerable to people sneaking up behind her since she has no secondary sense to watch with. Because she is able to see, she is also often the first to notice when something is wrong with one of the other members, and she cares a LOT about them. Sight and Sound make the best pair mission-wise since they can communicate with each other fairly easily and are more patient than a lot of the others.

In the back on the right is Touch. They are the heart of the group. Touch has five fingers instead of the normal three that everyone else has, and the four whiskers or feelers on their face are very sensitive and help them to feel changes on temperature and air current to more accurately guide themselves around. Touch and Sight get along very well. They have a mutual understanding of the other’s vulnerability and can sit together in silence for hours. Touch has a scar that runs down their spine and branches out like the nervous system. They are the most vulnerable of the group and barely ever leave the base, which is just fine with Touch. Everyone in the group comes to them for comfort, and Touch cares for them. They are an extremely gentle person.

Last, but certainly not least, right in front of the group is Smell. He is the big guy of the group, both is size and in physical strength. He lost his arms years ago, which makes him tend to move in a more animalistic way (he is SO fun to draw! My favorite, in fact). Before the group formed, he and Touch lived in the same house. They both rarely went out, since their limited senses made them feel uncomfortable outside of a familiar environment. Smell is very protective of the whole group, but especially of Touch. Physically unable to talk or sign, Smell has a hard time communicating with any of the group, but Touch and Sight can always calm him down if something really gets to him. Smell and Taste clash a lot, since they both crash ahead without thinking and get on each other’s nerves.

Alright! I think that’s everything! I had SO much fun talking about my guys here (this is my second time typing it up cause Tumblr ate my answer before T-T). I’ll definitely be making posts about these and other ocs in the future!

[nana1000night]

Okay, I know I've had this thots before......

But... I love the way Phoenix would protect Maya even though he's in the lowest period.

But my mind tell me more ......

What about Phoenix IS dragon when he's in the normal positive vibes?

His hairs, those spikes looks like dragon (or I'd say loong or ryu to distinguished the western dragon)

But when he lost his badge, when the fire burnt his every scales to ashes, he found those glows dimmed.

Phoenix felt desperate and self-doubt, he can't trust anyone when he couldn't even trust himself.

He didn't receive Maya's call, Edgeworth's call or anyone else. He felt shame, for himself, for Mia.

What Dahlia said burnt his heart.

You always been so easily to trust people. You're so pathetic.

He lost and failed.

However, I don't think that Maya and Edgeworth would let Phoenix just be a puddle slime of sad.

They both came to Phoenix, and Maya hugged him and whispered:

"We won't ditch you, Nick. We won't give up to you."

Edgeworth pat Phoenix's shoulder, then he was dragged into a big, group hug by Maya.

Phoenix didn't say anything, he felt tired and didn't know what actually to say at the moment.

His heart, on the contrary, turns to bittersweet and sour at the same time.

At least, his two best friends didn't abandon him right now.

Phoenix is not the type who can let the truth be buried. Especially when he knew Kristoph was the culprit of his disbarment, and the case of Zak still is a huge of mess.

Edgeworth warned him about Kristoph's dangerous. His selfish and calculating might worse then Morgan Fey.

These two men decided then, that they can't let Maya being harmed.

Kristoph must knew the new Master of Kurain amd how much affects she has to the high society.

Still, no one can guarantee that he would try to kill Maya if she still with Phoenix.

Phoenix chose to cut his ties with Maya, only send a few letters occasionally.

Maya knew something went wrong, she was a smart girl, besides, she asked Mia after the day.

"He needs time to gather himself, Maya. Give him some time. "

That's all her sister wrote.

So Maya wait.

The newborn feather tickles the flesh and bones.

Steel Blue Feathers

Phoenix realize that he's changed, he's not the dragon anymore.

He's on the ground, but his stubborn and his friends' help became his wings some how.

Those fragile feathers would be strong and sharp in time, and Phoenix knows that he could fly AGAIN.

Maya send Phoenix a letter, she said she would be at the city cause an CEO want to meet her sister through spirit channeling. She wrote down an address and said that she'd wait for Phoenix.

Phoenix didn't reply, but he wandered to the accurate address before Maya.

He waited without let her notice him. phoenix just want to see her one more time, even though he can't let Maya see him.

Then, Phoenix found there's someone is watching Maya and the CEO.

After half hour, Maya walked out, with the red eyes CEO. The CEO thanks Maya again and bid her goodbye.

The stalker followed Maya, so Phoenix followed them.

It's near 6 PM, the sky is darkening.

The stalker became closer to Maya, but his hands can't reach to Maya.

BEFORE HEAVY DARK MIST SURROUND HIM.

"Don't NEAR FEY!"

The mist choke his throat and the stalker thought he saw his whole life running in front of his sight again.

Something gnarled and growling louder.

"Get off before I regret it."

The dark mist faded, and the stalker found himself at the deepest place of an unfamiliar alley.

The stalker fled in panic.

In another small alley, behind the crafts stores the empty "grape juice", the dimmed steel blue glowing in the darkness.

Maya is faint, laying on the chest of a man. A gray sport coat covers her body to desists the cooling temperature.

Those black mist, brushes the yound lady's face gently.

The flames of steel blue had build another dimension only for the man and Maya.

"Sleep well, my Fey. No one will hurt you."

The Man kiss Maya's forehead and murmured.

When Maya woke up, she's in her own bedroom.

How'd she came back to the village, she had no idea.

Pearl said there's a giant phoenix who send Maya back.

Of course, Maya didn't buy it. Even though Pearl swear that she's saying the truth.

But when Maya changing her clothes, there's a steel blue feather falls down to the sheet.

Maya picked it up, watching the feather closely.

She put it towards her chest and smile.

"Nick......"

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Yesterday’s lessons were really enjoyable! My students are a lot of fun to teach. However, my afternoon was ruined by the 271 bus which failed to turn up for an hour. Out in the bloody cold, waiting for a bus for a whole hour! Killed my vibe and virtually froze my bits! When I got home, I was very cold and needed a stiff drink. I had a large slug of Wray & Nephew (in Coke) which, as you know, has heating and healing properties. Actually, it was a little more than a double shot so, by the time dinner was served, I was warm inside but dizzy! I always obey my body. I needed some alcohol. Not wanted, needed!

Amazon have cut their ties with idiot boy Jeremy Clarkson, who has now written a grovelling apology to Harry & Meghan, like that’s going to make any difference! Posting racist and misogynistic violence is not on! Back in the day, that would be defined as treason and Clarkson would be in irons in a dungeon, awaiting execution but, because it was a black woman, who cares? I’m not even sure how keyboard warriors get away with openly insulting a member of the royal family but, because it’s a black woman, who cares? If this is ‘free speech’, one has to question how helpful it is.

And, on the same day, we learn about ‘Bastard Dave’, a 48-year-old policeman called David Carrick, who has now confessed to not one, not two, but 49 sex crimes, including 24 cases of rape. Protect and serve? Who feels safe? Like Clarkson, Carrick is a misogynist. For some reason, he hates women. We know this because many of his sex crimes involved him urinating on his victims. I am struggling to understand how a man can hate women so much. Does he feel threatened? Does he feel intimidated? It feels as if some men need Women Lessons. It feels as if some men need to be taught what role a woman plays in this society, and how they need to be cherished, loved and protected so that – duh – future generations can exist!

The weather is so depressing, I keep looking at the forecast to see what’s coming. I’m pleased to say I can’t see any snow forecast and, in the next few days, it will creep up a degree at a time. Monday will be the positively balmy seven degrees! One of last term’s students is Icelandic and went home for Christmas. I saw him yesterday and he said the temperature plunged to minus 18! I will never complain about the weather again.

We’ve been putting off watching the final season of ‘This Is Us’ because we knew it would be very emotional. Yes, we know the final season aired last year but we’ve been building up the courage since then to watch it! At the end of the working day, we usually want something that will make us laugh but we’ve wanted to complete the ‘This Is Us’ story because it’s such an exceptional piece of television. It really ranks up there with things like ‘The West Wing’. By this evening, we will have watched the last episode and, as expected, we’ll probably both be in a fairly tearful state.

Many thanks to everyone that enjoyed the live broadcast of Too Much Information Tuesday. If I can work it into my routine, I may be able to do it every Tuesday at 7.00 a.m. I don’t think anybody believed that the blue towelling robe existed, well now you know it does!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[purple-link]

Alisaie and Purple Link

FFXIV Write 2024 Story Entry

Spoiler: Story takes place after WoL reaches Garlemald in Endwalker, but but before the Tower of Babil dungeon. Story will be largely sfw, but will adhere to FFXIV's level of mature storytelling.

Chapter 26: Zip

Purple Link woke up with a headache. He didn’t know why.

He never drank, didn’t smoke, and he sure as heck wasn’t going around bonking his head everywhere.

It’s times like this, you wake up, and you have no idea where you are. You forget what you did the night previous. Purple Link was staring up at the wooden roof of one of the houses in Namai, and honest to goodness, he just had no clue.

He pulled his paw to his head, his right hand, and suddenly looked at it.

…He could swear it was covered in blood just the night before. Why had it been covered in blood? How had it been cleaned?

He tried to move his shoulders, but for some reason, it was too painful.

Akimitsu, he remembered, knocked him out with an electric bolt, but magic he could handle. He woke up in The Barber in Rhalgr’s Reach without feeling much pain.

Today, he felt like every part of his body was crying.

He still didn’t have much of an idea where he was now. There were two other people in the house, and one of them was the Lupin, Kurobana Gunji.

The other appeared to be asleep, just out of his line of sight, and he didn’t readily remember who it could be. He felt like moving his neck took ages, the way it ached.

“Well, look who’s up and about?” said Kurobana, watching the Warrior of Light stir, “Ready to zip on over and save the world again, or do you need a minute.”

“I always need a minute,” muttered Purple Link, his voice low for the effort, “I feel like I’ve been on one adventure after another with no rest.”

“Well, that can happen when you’ve got whole communities to save at a time,” said Kurobana, “I imagine it’s a never-ending thrillride.”

“Do you wanna know something, Kurobana?” asked Purple Link.

“Shoot,” said Kurobana, shrugging. He was doing the dishes, stopping occasionally to also do something outside and then come back in.

Purple Link touched the end of his nose. Still wet, that was a good sign.

“When your brother was in the Garlean army,” said Purple Link, putting his paw on his forehead, as if to check his temperature, “did he get these kinds of questions, too? What did you ask him, when he came back home?”

Kurobana stopped washing his dishes. Purple Link felt anxiety brushing alongside his cheeks, wondering if he went too far.

Considering last night…

“Never mind,” said Purple Link, “I’m asking too personal a question.”

“No, it’s all right,” said Kurobana, looking up at the roof, in no direction in particular, “I’ve got an answer.”

He turned to Purple Link.

“When my brother went off to fight,” said Kurobana, “People expected the same from me. Thanks to you, I proved I could do something a little bit more sedate than ending another person’s life.”

“You have more control over your life than I do,” said Purple Link, “I think you’re better off.”

“You may think that,” said Kurobana, pointing a finger in the air, “But do you wish for it?”

Purple Link had his left paw covering his eyes, trying to make himself feel a little better about waking up. Kurobana saw the expression on his muzzle change from stoic thoughtfulness to indulgent smile.

“I didn’t think so,” said Kurobana, grinning, “I know you’d rather have the adventurer’s life, and I wouldn’t want you to have anything else.”

“I appreciate hearing that,” said Purple Link, “I actually do like what I do, it can just feel like an arm twist at times.”

“I don’t deny that feeling,” said Kurobana, “You’re allowed your honest opinions.”

Purple Link lowered his paw, and looked at the Lupin, making his eyebrows shoot up.

“My honest opinion,” said Purple Link, “is that I want to see everyone happy doing what they want. You have any idea how much stigma still surrounds beastmen?

“Do you have any idea how much of a surprise it was to see that they too could carry the blessing of Hydaelyn?” said Purple Link, “I may not naturally be a Hrothgar, but you can bet I felt something strong within me when I realized they could also be heroes.

“I want that for everybody,” said Purple Link, “I want to see Lupin carry the gift. Even if your people never receive a blessing from Hydaelyn, beastmen being able to use their paws for more than just carnage and warfare is an extremely indulgent dream of mine.

“That’s why I changed my race,” said Purple Link, “It’s not just that I wanted to be more of a cat, I wanted to prove that spoken aren’t just a non-hyur archetype that can live alongside them.”

“You’re quite generous,” said Kurobana, “That you could grant my wishes, but I know it’s not going to be that easy. The way the world is right now, we’re lucky we get to see tomorrow with a modicum of freedom afforded to us.”

He went back to washing the dishes.

“My brother couldn’t have been happier to be home,” said Kurobana, “When you confronted him, I think he felt he could trust you with defecting from the enemy. The first thing he did was wrap his arms around me and hug so tightly, I could hear my bones crack…

“He’s really quite big, y’know,” he added, quite sheepishly.

“No kidding,” said Purple Link, “He’s got a good two feet on me, and I’m barely taller than a Roegadyn.”

“I think he still wishes he was out on the road, though,” said Kurobana, wistfully, even if it was only for his brother, “His experiences allow him to inform Lord Hien more than the usual Lupin, but I also know, eventually he’ll be on the road again.

"I want him to be happy.”

Purple Link jiggled his shoulders about. Still kinda painful, but a little less so now.

“I mean, I dunno,” said Purple Link, “I actually feel pretty good right now, I could start with the preparations of the festival. I just wanted a minute to breathe, is all.”

“Then you are allowed a minute,” said Kurobana, “Just like the one you gave to me.”

“Thank you,” said Purple Link, “May the gods keep you safe."

“Thank you, Warrior of Light,” said Kurobana, “I trust that you will keep the future of our people safely in your paws.”

He went out again, and Purple Link sniffed. He still felt groggy.

“Did I…?” said Purple Link, “Did I run my claws through somebody yesterday, or was that a dream?”

Suddenly there was an emulsion of aether, and he realized the second person was none other than Alisaie.

Suddenly the memories came rushing back, and he blushed in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe what a right bell-end he acted last night. He let Alisaie heal him with Red Magic, feeling his stamina return slowly.

They were silent for about a minute or two, until Purple Link couldn’t bear it any longer.

“I thought this was one of those moments where we don’t speak for a set amount of time,” said Purple Link, “after I did something horrendously wrong.”

Alisaie looked at him with exasperation, but she didn’t stop healing.

“If you think that little spat was enough to split us up, you have no idea how stubborn I am,” said Alisaie, “I wanted to throw you out with the trash, but despite all my convictions, I stayed behind, helped you heal.

“I could hate your guts,” said Alisaie, “But I still don’t want to leave your side. You’re too important to me.”

Purple Link smilied.

“I suspect you mean the personal kind of importance,” said Purple Link, “And not the ‘as long as we get some use out of him’ sort of hogwash I was spewing last night.”

“No, I’m sure you meant it,” said Alisaie, “And I don’t blame you. I love Urianger, but he can be a bit of a windbag.”

They chuckled lightly together.

“Yeah, he can,” said Purple Link, “The wonderful thing about Urianger, nay, the whole of the Scions, is that their heart is in the right place. That’s why I stayed.”

Alisaie smiled, and then her expression neutralized, intending on focusing on her healing magic.

“I don’t suppose you’re expecting an apology,” said Purple Link, “It would be disingenuous for me to apologize after acting like a right voidsent, only after we spent some time trying to assuage either of us that it wasn’t our normal demeanor.

"I’m not expecting you to forgive me.”

“Well, if we’re being honest with ourselves,” said Alisaie, “I did think you went too far last night. But I don’t think I should be the one to forgive you.”

“Uh…I'm sorry,” said Purple Link, “My brain’s still kinda waking up.”

“I’m of the opinion that you might have had the potential to ruin things last night, which is something I never had seen out of you before,” said Alisaie, making Purple Link’s ears droop, “But the decision you made to act the way you did was your own. I couldn’t be there to stop you, and I don’t know what I’d do if I was.

“A part of me didn’t want to,” said Alisaie, “I thought maybe it was…a limit breaker.”

“Oh, you mean, when we take our weapons and engage with more aether than is usual?” said Purple Link, “I could agree with that.

"We’ve seen what the effect of too much aether on one side looks like, and it’s like that all the time when we pull out those last-minute stunts.”

“That’s a general occupational hazard,” said Alisaie, who had finished her healing, and Purple Link was already sitting up, “We are in touch with more personal, more emotional limit breakers.

"The kinds that can’t be measured by how much aether we can scoop up with a ladle.”

“Okay,” said Purple Link, “Tell me then, what is my personal limit break?”

“That’s a question only you can answer,” said Alisaie, “The line to draw in the sand can be much too narrow, and much too faint, for a normal person to see. They can blow right over it.

“You have been put into much too intense situations for far too long,” said Alisaie, “I’m of the opinion that you went over your line in the sand a long time ago, but that would have been before we became friends.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” said Purple Link, wanting to argue, but not really having the heart to, “But then again, that doesn’t excuse my actions.”

“No, it doesn’t,” said Alisaie, “But if you could just forgive yourself, maybe you can slow down long enough to see how far along from the line you’ve gone past, or take the time to draw a new one.

"It’s not hard, y’know…”

She faltered for a second.

“It just…” said Alisaie, “...takes time to figure that out.”

Purple Link looked at Alisaie thoughtfully, and then chuckled, closing his eyes.

“Alisaie, I could never remember a time,” said Purple Link, “when I could look at you and not know exactly where the line is drawn.”

Alisaie looked at Purple Link with a big smile, and then shook her head.

“Then you are a fool, Purple Link,” said Alisaie, “I think you and I both know we’re lousy at drawing lines in the sand.”

Kurobana ran back into the house. Purple Link, feeling eons better, suddenly shot up on his feet.

“There’s trouble,” said Kurobana, “it’s like a march. The Glittering Basin is full of Lupin!”

“They’ve started already?” said Purple Link, “That’s unfortunate.”

“That’s not all,” said Kurobana, “I think you need to see this.”

Purple Link and Alisaie left the house and zipped over to the hill that was crested with the Gensui Chain wall.

Purple Link saw a respectably-sized Lupin pack even from this distance. The Lupin felt organized, determined, and the Leader could easily be plucked out. Akimitsu was highly visible, his body shape being much more distinctive than his fellows.

“So, it’s finally started,” said Alisaie, “I guess we’ll know whether the Lupin get liberty or get liberated.”

“Who is that at the head of the army?” said Purple Link, narrowing his eyes for a second, “He doesn’t look like a Lupin.”

“That’s because it isn’t,” said Kurobana, “Even from this distance, I could smell the lad. I think he’s an Elezen.”

“An Elezen at the head of the Lupin army?” said Purple Link, “Don’t tell me he joined their ranks, that would be…”

Purple Link looked at Alisaie biting her thumbnail. That wasn’t good, he thought. Alisaie biting her thumbnail like that meant she was in deeper thought than usual.

“So, remember last night,” said Alisaie, “I said, ‘Not everything is always as it seems?’”

“Yes, a bitter lesson I learned last night,” said Purple Link, “My behavior made it impossible to see reason.”

“I’m trying to convince myself of that right now,” said Alisaie, taking a long, anxious breath, “My brother is not a fool, nor would he willingly support anarchy.

"But you have to understand, my brother is the kind of person where I would not be surprised in the least, that he would join an opposing army, if he could learn to understand them better.”

“Wait, you mean,” said Purple Link, shocked, “there’s a possibility that he’s also working for Akimitsu?”

“Actually, yes,” said Alisaie, nervously, “that is exactly what I’m implying.”

“...Well, let’s not be too hasty,” said Purple Link, “Remember that time that Urianger was working with Elidibus and the Warriors of Light from the First reflection, to impede our progress? That’s also what I meant by ‘heart in the right place.’”

“Still, with Alphinaud by Akimitsu’s side,” said Alisaie, “They could have better strategies, make it difficult to strike an accord, or maybe even convince people to splinter off and join the bandits.

“He could make things very difficult for us, my brother,” said Alisaie, anxiously.

Purple Link put his paws on his hips and frowned.

“Well, that’s just perfect,” he said, furrowing his brow with a sigh.

To be continued…

[purplesurveys]

1668

i went on my first hike yesterday and my whole body is in pain :)

When was the last time you wore a full face of makeup? Does it count if I just put foundation all over my face and dabbed concealer on a few acne scars...? That’s all I ever do anyway, lol. Last March.

Do you own an iPad? I guess we do, yeah, but 1) I haven’t used it since 2017 and even at that point it was no longer eligible for like a million software updates, and 2) I also haven’t seen it since then lol. I’m not even sure the old-school charger for it is still being sold so I have no clue if we’ll ever get to turn it back on again.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? That would be Keina, one of the few girls who were part of our hiking group. She was actually one of the guides and was kind enough to stay behind the rest of the team and be with me the whole descent because I was trailing BADLY behind, lol. What’s the most hours you’ve worked in a week? Anywhere between 72-75 hours. Worst job deliverable I had to have been on and I’d rather forget about that account and everything I did for them that week.

Do you believe in karma? Not in the ~religious sense and not for every single situation but sometimes it can be satisfying to think that some people have it coming for them.

What temperature is your thermostat currently set to? I can’t think of any middle-class Filipino family that would have a thermostat.

What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? Hiking. Before yesterday I thought it was something I could enjoy...total 180º now. I get why there’s a crowd for it, but it’s just not for me. After completing it I felt nothing but misery and the itchiness to go home. Are you a kind, thoughtful person? I always try to be.

Do you know anyone who has a PhD? Besides my college professors, no.

Who were you dating in July 2010? Or were you single? I was 12 and dating wasn’t even on my mind then.

How do you feel when you’re the center of attention? Largely uncomfortable and when it happens I always proactively try to switch the topic or attention to someone else.

Would you rather be a nurse or a mechanical engineer? I guess nurse, because I did consider taking up med at one point in life.

Do you like Starbucks chai lattes, or do you think they’re too sweet? I’ve never tried a chai latte; I don’t even know what it is lol.

Are you and your SO facebook official? I don’t have one.

Do you know how to set a formal table setting for a 3+ course dinner? No but my dad probably would. I’d get the tutorial from him instead. Are you in a good mood today? I feel super well-rested (15 HOURS after that hike; passed out as soon as I got home and took a shower, and now it’s 7 AM the following day) but I think it’d be a stretch to call it a good mood. My body feels like it went through war and I’m not very fond of the idea of having to go outside twice today considering how much discomfort I’m in at the moment. Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? My fave aunt is one. I’m pretty sure a bunch of my relatives on my maternal grandfather’s side are lawyers too. Which would bother you more: being told you’re not likable or being told you’re not sensible? Not likeable. I can survive not caring what people think of me in certain aspects, like how I work; but if I’m told there isn’t one single likeable reason about me then I feel like that’s just inviting the gates of anxiety to crash down on me. It’s like, people won’t like me anyway so why go out of the house anymore? Do my closest friends even like me or just to pretend to? and thinking of those things 24/7 lol.

Do you have a difficult time relating to other’s emotions? Sometimes. I can’t always be able to read everyone.

How many bedrooms does your house have? We have four.

What was the last electronic item you bought? A smart watch for my dad.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No.

When you were 15, what did you want to grow up to be? A journalist.

Did you ever achieve that? I went to journalism school but was quick to be disillusioned. I ended up going down a slightly different path that still lets me apply my journalism learnings, which is a career in PR.

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? Once or twice. Way, way back when I was depressed.

Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? No. The older I get the more I realize I dislike super processed junk food lol, so it’s been a while since I got chips for myself. 

Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? It probably wouldn’t upset me once they start showing up at the age of like 60, but if I find some on me at this point in my life then it would, yeah. How often do you buy a new phone? Depends on how fast I break it.

Would you rather live in an apartment in the city, or a cabin in the woods? City. Yesterday’s hike also made me realize how much I prefer to be in the city. Do you use Snapchat? Ahahahaha seriously? I haven’t used Snapchat since the beginning of college.

Have you ever driven or ridden on a motorcycle? Nopes. Scooter yeah, but not a motorcycle.

Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? I don’t.

Are any other members of your household home right now? Everyone but my dad, yeah. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? Began as a PR associate. I’m still with the same company, just moved up twice now since starting.

What was your favorite school subject when you were in middle school? English/Language.

[millylotus]

if someone does genuinely try to threaten Star City or the ArrowFam, Danny gets mad, not like pouty mad with outside rouges wondering in. But flaming mad when some big shot like Joker or Lex Luthor or Brainiac, comes over to cause needless trouble.

---

Dinah tried to stand, but her breaths we're coming out ragged & her whole body was shaking from her last scream.

She could see Connor & Emiko a little away from her to the right, supporting each other as Emiko tried to line up a shot at the rouge. Her own trembling body making it basically impossible.

On Dinah's left Lian was hunched over Roy trying to stop the bleeding wound on his side. She was getting somewhere but neither father nor daughter looked like they could continue fighting.

And there right in front of her, Oliver was at the feet of the rouge. Aiming his last arrow at the smug bastard's face.

"It's a shame - the villain said - I truly expected more from League Founders & their children. But it seems I've caught you off guard enough for this to work"

The villain grinned "Isn't that nice?"

The bastard reached a hand out to Green Arrow, going in for another attack. When suddenly the temperature dropped.

For a second Dinah thought it was her own fear & dread, but then she saw that the villain had also stopped in their motion.

With a gust of cold wind Little Dr. Fenton appeared between Green Arrow & the super villain.

The first one to react after the pause of stunned silence was Ollie.

"Kid I don't care how you got here but leave, you weren't trained to fight at all!" Ollie pleaded with the young teen.

But Danny just looked over his shoulder & smiled wide, "Don't worry Dad it's fine, I can handle myself."

Then he turned back to the villain & took a step towards them. Unexpectedly the villain stepped back as well. Danny went a few more steps before stopping.

"Did you think you could waltz into My City & try to run umok?"

"I- that's. Enough of this!" The villain screeched trying to gain back some bravado.

"Enough of what?" Danny said tilting his head.

"I will not be interrupted by a meer petulant child!"

And although the vigilantes could not see the doctor's face they could tell he was not happy. The air became so cold that Canary swore she saw frost on Danny's lad coat.

"I'll forgive you for the petulant remark, cause honestly I'm not completely sure what that means. But I am no 'meer child'"

Danny took a deep breath & spoke again.

"Do you wanna know why I chose Star City?"

The villain suddenly took a knee like they where being pushed down by some ginormous hand. Danny loomed over them, seemingly becoming 20 times bigger than his small stature.

"Because I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little, & I thought that if I was going to runaway I might as well go somewhere named after the great nothing"

The teen lifted his foot & placed it on the villains shoulder.

"Even if I have to cause a few minor blackouts to see the pure night sky Star City has been far better to me than anywhere else."

Danny pressed down & the villain crunched & fell over easily.

"So I suggest you get out of my town. Or else."

The super villain stared up at Danny, before they ran.

Danny stood there watching until the villain was out of sight. Then he turned back around to the Arrows with his signature goofy smile.

"Is everyone okay!?"

---

Danny secretly being hella powerful but choosing to be a powerless nuisance is my fav thing

also is ya didn't know Emiko Queen is Oliver's far younger [like old enough to be his kid] half sister who took the Red Arrow mantle after Roy became Arsenal

Connor Hawke is Ollie's bio kid & like 16-15 so around Damian Wayne's age [they're friends in canon actually] & also much younger than Emiko

And in canon Lian has become Cheshire Cat after coming back being is way more aligned with the Arrows than her mom & is like 13 14 maybe a bit younger

The ages are the only thing I'm a tad iffy about but that's all canon

Green Arrow had a new child scientist villain. Who needs glasses?

Danny was already with the many Blob Ghosts working for him (think of them as Minions of Despicable Me). This new place is a super funny vacation place! He should think ghostwriter about it. True, his eyes were hurt by the portal, but that would be gone in a few years. But who cares about it? With just his genius and no powers as a human, he can show he is a genius! That was how Danny, without knowing it, became a wonderful child who was just having chaotic fun in the new world. It's like a game for him; it's not like he would have problems.

Batman has the Joker.

Superman has Lex Luthor.

Wonder Woman has the cheetah.

But Green Arrow! Green Arrow has a child scientist! with a tragic childhood who does musicals to explain his evil plans.

Just for the poor comedy and Oliver trying to hide it from the other heroes out of embarrassment. Of being defeated by a child and not being able to capture him. ++ Danny looked at Oliver Queen without his green Arrow mask. "An ordinary civilian with a goat?" Oliver saw as he put on his hood. Danny:"An ordinary civilian dressed up as a Green Arrow?" Oliver puts on the mask. Danny: "Ah! Green ARROW! " Green Arrow gave a tired sigh. Black Canary:" When we finally are able to capture him, The first thing we will do is send him to an ophthalmologist." Danny:" Since you are here, I wil tell you about my trash-inator!" Oliver:" So It creates trash." Danny:" NO! Man, are you evil? It collects all the trash in the whole city and teleports it away." Black Canary:" That is a pretty good indicator. You could do much goo..." Danny:" Yes, then into the Bat Cave all the trash of the Star city will go. I was paid by Red Hood to do that." Oliver:" NOO!!"

++ So because Oliver covered it up until now, Danny has now become a world-wide problem. Oliver really didn't want to say he lost a child or explain it. Danny with his Shrink Ray:" Tonight we steal the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice!" All the Blob Ghost:" YAYY!"

And yes, Danny stole the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice as both Heroes and Villian fought each other in a great battle.

That was the moment Oliver had to explain the problem that he had covered up.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Law and order svu fanfiction

Video killed the pedophile part 10

Liv: pov I told Bri and Elliot how I wanted to get clean and have not showered in 4 days. Bri says he and Fin talked with my Dr about this, says the supplies are in the bathroom so I can get clean. As long as my hair stays dry I can have a nice long bath.

Elliot: pov Brian gets up to fill the tub with water and bubble bath. He goes into her room to grab some pj's out of her drawer, I hear Brian shout I can't believe you still have my old NYPD shirt. Liv says it has too many memories to get rid of it. She also says she kept a few of Ed's after he died to remind her of him. We never got to finish our questions but can finish them another day. As I get up to leave Liv says thanks for hanging out with me detective, as she heads to the bathroom for her bath.

Liv: pov all of my stuff is ready so I can take a bath, I put my hair up and put on the shower cap the Dr gave me. How nice the water is at the right temperature, relaxation music is playing from some speakers. I climb in and let the warm water soothe my aching bones, I let all of my stress leave my body. I can't stop thinking about Elliot and what he did to me. 40 minutes later I hear Brian shout you okay in there, I say just getting out. Once I'm dressed in my pj's I head into the living room to watch a movie.

Brian: pov a few minutes into the movie Liv falls asleep with her head resting on me which is actually kind of cute. I made a light dinner for us. Liv went to bed early, Fin was coming in the morning to stay with Liv, thankfully he could work from home tomorrow since Amanda, Joe and Muncy had the case handled.

:time jump A few days later:

Fin: pov Today is Liv's Dr's appointment in the waiting room, I fill out the forms a nurse handed me. It has important questions about her concussion. Like symptoms And other stuff, I made sure to put that Liv is a former trauma victim. Her name was called and I followed her into the exam room. A male nurse came in to take her vitals. When he put the Stethoscope on her chest he intentionally touched her scars and licked his lips. This guy is bothering me. She has scans before the Dr will see her. The male nurse handed her a gown to put on. He helped her onto the gurney, in the scan room as he is, helping her get comfortable and pointing out the important buttons. I notice his hands grab Liv's pinning them down, I can tell she is starting to freak out. I see him whisper something in her ear. That is when I make a judgment call and barge in shoving the male nurse away. Behind me is the technician who is also concerned, he gets a Dr while I check on Liv who seems very frightened and is hyperventilating for some reason. Thankfully Liv is able to tell me what he said, which is. One move, lights out. I'll do you cold. Why does that sound so familiar to me? Omg he knows, he must have read the file. Once she calmed down a different Dr then the one that treated her at the ER walked into the room to check on her. I asked where the other Dr was. He said family emergency. The guy is at a funeral so I'm filling in.

Liv: pov fin stayed next to me during the whole scan. Back in the other room the neurologist said my scans look good, he said getting my stitches out should not hurt he then proceeded to take out my stitches. The male nurse had been arrested thanks to what he said. I'm lucky the scan room has cameras. I was told in a few days I can go back to work but on light duty. As we are leaving my appointment I notice castle and lanie sitting with Kate in the waiting room, it looks like Kate has a rash on her face. Lanie says with Kate's health issues it's better to play it safe than sorry, and yes it's a rash.

:Time jump a few weeks later:

Fin: pov it has been a few weeks since Liv had her concussion, she was cleared for light duty. Today was a slow day, Joe and Muncy just came back from getting take out for the squad. They both were talking about playing a 20 questions/ never have I ever type game, they asked Amanda if she wanted to join she said fine. In my opinion it's a good way for Captain Benson to learn some stuff about her squad. Me and Liv both said no. Amanda said come on you both probably have a lot of skeletons in your closet this could be interesting. We both agreed since we know all of each other's secrets.

Muncy: pov my first question is ever slept with your partner. Fin says Phoebe was his first partner but we dated years later. Amanda looks very embarrassed and Captain Benson says go on Amanda, Me and Fin both know you were sleeping with nick. Her face turns very red, Amanda says what about you Liv you and detective Stabler ever sleep together. Fin says been waiting 22 years for that to happen. I lost a lot of money on that bet and I still am. Liv says no, but I did sleep with Cassidy one night in 1999, then years later I dated him, Bri is my ex boyfriend. I dated him for about a year a few years ago. We're still good friends. Okay I did not see that coming.

Joe: pov I have one ever do something illegal or against the law. Fin says Liv can answer this one. I'm shocked when she says she illegally ran her DNA through the DNA database looking to see if she had any family members. To be continued. …….

[slutfortrent]

if you can, perhaps a pillowtalk with trent where it’s a very soft, cute and whole moment between him and the reader. they share how their days went, talk about their feelings and subtle aftercare. hope this is okay 🙃

butterfly kisses- trent alexander arnold

HI <333 so i kinda wrote a few reqs into one????? hope this is okay! thank you so much for your req, always <3

“Hmm.” A grumble escapes your lips in result to the significant amount of kisses being pressed against the apple of your cheek. A subtle smile appears across your face, beaming with pleasure at the affection your other half had been appreciating you with at the early hours of 7am in the morning.

Gradually, you knead your fisted palms up towards your eyes, lethargically rubbing last nights sleep out of your system. Blinking heavily, you are met with the warm, chestnut eyes, as dreamy as ever, leering at yourself. The liquid pools you could stare at all day, just watching as his lashes flutter with adoration, or when his eyes are struggling to stay open and become puffy with sleep. Those features settle your heart with a mountain of flutters.

Trent smiles as his eyes interlock with yours, his hand raising towards your soft mane, fingers effortlessly threading down your locks. A shiver runs down your spine, from either the temperature in the early hours or the loving affection your Scouser kept pleasing you with. Prying the bed covers in your hands, you pull them up and over your shoulders, before attempting to scooch closer to the man beside you.

“Cold?” Trent questions beside you, to which you reply with a swift nod. He edges you to come closer with an open arm, pulling you into the fortress of protection and welcoming warmth. His defined chest never came into competition to a memory foam pillow, each night your cheek settled against the bareness.

No doubt, no question, Trent adored cuddles. The man was basically a human sized teddy bear waiting to be hugged and cherished. For you, of course you admired being close to Trent a great deal, nose scrunching at the delight of his scent whilst gaining the softness of his jumper pressing against your skin. Though at times, having a clingy Scouser practically hanging off your sides more often than should, it did cause you to let out a huff at his enacts.

With your body now resting closely to his heat, legs thrown over his thighs in order to gain as much warmness radiating from his skin. On a day like today, a day after a match where his clingy mannerisms come out. Where in his world, it was accepted as it was allocated as ‘rest’. The man was all over you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“How did you sleep?” you question him, small vibrations against his chest. the soft breath tickling his skin.

“Surprisingly not bad, actually. Considering all the partying last night. Thought me brain wouldn’t switch off. Will probably feel the aftereffects later though, hamstring is already feeling a bit tight.”

You giggle at his answer, though a wave of sadness does soon shadow over. The night before he’d played against Chelsea in the carabao cup, a win he’d like to boast about. It’s not long after a match his body begins to cramp up and ache. Especially in his thigh region did he tend to get pain. You’d guess probably from his free kicks, and not defending skills.

“At least you’ve got a few days off to recover, babe. Was thinking we could take Prince and Kober for a walk later?” You mumble.

Trent hums in agreement to your thought, “Sound’s good, sounds good.”

Your fingers tread against his skin, circle after circle being drawn. “I saw you and Mr Havertz last night. Never have I seen that side of you.”

He’s quick to respond, “Just happens, art of the game I guess.” he sighs.

You nod, a giggle escaping your side. “Thought I was losing my boyfriend for a second then,”

And now his response is even faster, head shaking with frustration at your annoyance. “Shut up.”

His fingers soon find your sides within a few seconds of your language, pressing themselves against your skin to tickle you effortlessly. He gains an abundance of giggles, soon flipping you over so your body laid upon the bed, instead of himself, positions swapped. His legs straddle your own, hands coming into contact with your bare hips exposed from your t-shirt riding up. A repetition of ‘stop’ flows from your lips, trying your best to pry the scouser off your figure.

After a while, he does give up. Although, he’s still very much settled in contact with your side. His head rests touching your stomach, a hand placing on your thigh now this time for him to draw circles. You’re both gaining your breath back from the previous moment, the noise of the chirping birds outside flooding the silence.

Its not long for Trent to become bored in his actions, the boy you often referred to as a child, needing to be doing something 24/7. A pressure is felt against your lower belly region, the touch of a pair of plumpest, smoothest lips in Liverpool attach to your skin. You smile at his new discovery, eyes closing in satisfaction.

He notices your current state, eyes closing in pleasure. And soon, takes this as a sign to carry on. His lips place fluttery kisses to your stomach, head bouncing around the area to cover. A soft moan escapes from yourself, quickly replaced with a heap of laughter.

“What’s funny, I’m trying to have a cute moment with you here?” Trent scoffs, chin nestling on top of your chest.

“It tickles, your beard. Can I even call it that? The scruffy stuff on your-“

Before you finish your sentence, he’s back to tickling your sides as before. Fingers digging in your skin and causing a wave of twitching movements to occur. He’s not being as harsh with this one, letting you off easier than before. Soon, his body slots between your legs, arms wrapped around your body, head upon your shoulder.

Soft breaths are felt up against your skin, more often than not a kiss being placed on whatever part of flesh he can see. Your hand reaches back to grasp his hair between your fingers, gliding through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Can we just cuddle like this please? No more bullying Trent.” The scouser hisses, pushing his nose up to find your scent.

“Fine, stop being a little baby.” You kiss the top of his head, closing your eyes in contentment of the current situation. You both just laze in your positions, no voices or words needed to be expressed, just the togetherness of both your bodies wrapped in one, was enough for you both.

A thought comes back to Trent’s head about his prior behaviour, causing him to giggle to himself. “Hmm?” You subject his laughter.

“Just thinking about me kissing your belly. Imagine if there was a little baby in there, they wouldn’t be happy at my disturbance.”

Your eyes crinkle in confusion at the scousers words, unsure where he has gotten that thought from primarily, but also puzzled at the baby talk. “What?”

“What if they were sleeping, and I just come along and woke them up?” His eyes widen at the thought, hand coming to cover his mouth in shock.

You aren’t positively sure at the point he’s getting at, though this wasn’t uncommon for him. He’s prone to randomly spilling out context. Whether it being a question, ‘Do you think at some point cars can fly?’ to ‘Can toes fall off from the cold?’. Admittedly, you did love his random topics, they always ended up in a fit of giggles not just from your presence. It was something that did cause you to roll your eyes to the back of your head at his daftness, but also made your tummy hurt from humour.

Fingers threading through his hair, “Babies don’t sleep all the time though. Like when the mother eats food, the baby eats it also.” You smile.

“You think the baby is like a claw grabber? Maybe they play a game in the stomach where they move around to eat the food before it disappears into air.”

You aren’t sure whether to laugh or question him on his oddness. But you do know before you can respond, he’s mentioning another weird topic.

“You think whatever the nationality of the baby is, it is their favourite food inside the stomach? Rocco’s favourite scran must have been Haggis or a deep-fried mars bar.”

With a hum, a chuckle following afterwards, you respond to his conspiracy. “For you, that’s actually not a bad thought. Guess you could ask Rocco himself what his favourite meal is. Though, have you heard of many 4-year old’s saying they’d rather tuck into a plate of Haggis over a chocolate bar?” A round of chuckles concluding from you both.

Trent curls into your side as before, snuggling as closely as he can humanly possible to gain your heat. His ability to cuddle was definitely a strong point for him. “Guess we can only ask.”

You nod for a moment, until a rapid desire to empty your bladder takes over, “Anyways, I have to go..”

At the sound of your words, his head rises from your chest, now known as a pillow to him, “What? Don’t leave me..”

A smile erupts from his reaction, watching as his lip juts out to gain your attention. You please him with a kiss to the nose, attempting to shuffle away from the weight of a 5’10 man. “I have to go pee, sweet.”

His arm quickly stops you from becoming free of your position, halting you down with a forceful strength. “But, I’m comfy. You can’t make me move. I’m a broken man, Y/N. My legs are tingling, body can barely move from the amount of distance ran. And I had to see Robbo’s face more times than anyone should, instead of your pretty face.”

You laugh lightly at his pray for you, the aching in your lower region pleading to burst at any given moment. “Seriously T, if you don’t let me move within the next 30 seconds, a patch of wetness can easily form over you.”

He does, with a huff of irritation, allow you freedom. Watching as you swiftly escape into the bathroom not even a few meters away. You can hear a series of grumbles coming from his figure as you wash your hands, preparing yourself to be unleashed back to the lack of independence.

“Hurry up, I still need to tell you about Hendo and Milly yesterday. Oh! And mine and Robbo’s cross bar challenge. My god, is that scot bad at aiming high-“

Your head shakes at his mannerisms, smile beaming at the scouser who you loved, adored at all costs. Even if he was a clingy little shit, you still treasured the company always. And no matter what, would be lost without him. “Go on, lecture me baby.”

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Hey 👋

I swear I'm addicted to your writing😁 Thank you for the amazing post❤

Can I request a usually calm reader coming home to Hanni and Wil with n bruise on their cheek and/or blue knuckles from n fight. And when they question reader they find out reader defended their relationship.

Or

Them reacting to reader with cigarette burn scars from childhood or self harm scars.

Sorry if it's specific I had a dream about the first one and I'm insecure about my scars😅 Also if it makes you uncomfy ignore me🤣

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon💕

Hey anon, sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral y/n comes home covered in bruises. Their lovers Hannibal and Will need to know why.

trigger warnings: blood, threats of violence, mention of firearms, stalking

You spit a mouthful of blood into the snow before you even thought about turning the doorknob. Any random passerby would look at you and think you were attempting to rob the place. You couldn't say you disagreed, though: your hood was pulled over your head and you held a tire iron in your singular non-bleeding hand.

You knew it wasn't wise to let the old-money Baltimore socialites catch you in such a compromising position, but you had to double-check your mental map of the house one more time. Hannibal would undoubtedly be cooking; hopefully so in his element that he wouldn't notice you slipping by. Will was the one you had to worry about. When it came to you, he'd become as alert as a German shepherd with protective instincts to match. Where he was in the house was anyone's guess, so you needed to be on guard.

You removed your heavy boots and opted to leave them outside. You then tossed the tire iron behind a nearby planter and slowly, quietly turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, making you cringe. The sight of neither of your partners immediately running up on you was a bit of a relief; you hadn't been discovered quite yet.

You just needed to make it upstairs so you could barricade yourself in the master bathroom and use that oh-so-rare sliver of privacy to cover up your bruises. Then you could climb down the trellis, grab your shoes and make a proper entrance with hello kisses and whatnot.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal called out before you could even breach the threshold.

With no thought on your mind other than "fuck", you turned your head away from the direction you heard him. "Yeah, I'm home."

"I'd rush to give you a kiss, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." He said, undoubtedly grinning to himself as he trussed a chicken with sturdy cooking wire. "So you'll have to come to me."

"Oh, yeah." You called back. "Let me just get cleaned up first."

"If you insist." He said with a dramatic dip in his voice. "But hurry right back. Dinner is almost ready."

Hurdle one was cleared. Now all you had to do was clear the second, much higher hurdle.

You ascended the stairs, but forgot to skip that one consistently creaky step that always alerted the dogs. A small army of dogs came pouring into the upstairs hallway, blocked only by the baby gate Hannibal had installed as a compromise. Enthusiastic barks filled the foyer as you desperately tried to calm them down from the top step.

"Winston! Max! Harley!" You rattled off as many names as you could remember. "Hush, please!"

"[F/N]?" Will said, turning the corner.

You momentarily considered throwing yourself down the stairs. It would be easier to explain the bruises and you could still soak up that sweet, sweet throuple affection without having to tell a story that even you didn't entirely believe. Common sense, however, kept your feet firmly on the ground.

Will appeared in your line of sight. You pulled the brim of your hat down and stuffed your hands into your pockets. "I, uh- forgot how to open the gate again."

The dogs parted in Will's path and he looked at you with suspicion as he effortlessly opened the gate. "Is everything okay?"

You turned your head to the side. "I'm fine. It's just really cold outside."

"I'm sure those wet clothes aren't helping." Will cocked his head. "We can start by throwing that hoodie in the dryer-"

Before you could pull away, he pushed your hood and your hat off in one fluid motion. He knew what was going on.

"I'm no doctor, but I don’t think busted noses and black eyes are side effects of low body temperature." He said, folding his arms.

You put your hand up, unintentionally revealing the bruises on your knuckles. "You learn something new every day."

You tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"[F/N]--" Will said, a blistering fury beginning to percolate in his chest. "Who did this to you?"

"I ran into a bus stop." You lied, not even trying to make it sound believable.

"That bus wouldn't have happened to be headed to Dacula, would it?"

Your silence spoke louder than any excuse you could think of.

Will sighed. "Right. I think I know what happened."

"Will, I-" you protested.

"Save it for dinner." He scolded. "I'm sure Hannibal would love to hear this."

You'd been found out it was much worse than anticipated. You felt like you were on trial, which, given the circumstances, you could have actually been on trial in a real court of law on the charge of aggravated assault. However, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Hannibal demanded an explanation and couldn't wait until dinner. He was willing to let one of his culinary masterpieces burn in the oven, knowing of course that a much rarer delicacy was in the cards once you gave him a name.

He brushed his finger over an open cut under your eye. A light click of his tongue reached your ears as he examined your face.

"Give us a name, love." Hannibal probed, holding your jaw between his fingers and following the trail of bruises down your neck. "Who did this to you?"

"It's not a big deal, really." You assured him, squirming against his grip. "I started it."

"Now that, I find hard to believe." Hannibal contested. "You're not a preemptive strikes kind of person."

"Nor would you go all the way to Dacula to throw a few punches." Will added, approaching you with an ice pack.

"Okay, so maybe I finished it." You corrected.

Hannibal smiled proudly to himself. "That's more like it."

"What exactly did you finish?" Will asked, gently placing the ice against your bruised knuckles.

You sighed. You mentioned Dacula once and they already knew the answer. They were just waiting to hear you say it.

"My ex-boyfriend, Sidney." You leaned back on your one good wrist. "He was a being a completely irredeemable shit, as usual-"

"Details, darling." Hannibal said in too singsongy of a voice than was really appropriate while wrapping your hand in gauze.

"Acting entitled, talking like I belonged to him-"

"You have no idea how little that narrows it down." Will shook his head.

You were compelled to agree, but couldn't bring yourself to admit that and the fact that you ever dated Sidney in the first place. "Right."

"That isn't out of character for him." Hannibal said.

"And certainly not enough to make you willingly drive back out to cousinfuck nowhere to beat him up." Will finished.

"I didn't go out there with the intent to beat him up!" You contested. "He said that if I could meet him for coffee he'd never speak to me again. I know it's a lot of gas money, but I really was gonna hold him to the whole 'never speaking to me again' bit."

"So what happened?" Will asked, growing impatient.

You looked at the ground, embarrassment stopping the words at the tip of your tongue.

"Somehow, he caught a whiff of our... arrangement." You tightened your hands into frustrated fists. "And he made some really shitty comments about... you."

Hannibal and Will exchanged looks. They let the silence linger, urging you to fill it.

"He went into obscene detail about how mmf threesomes are his favorite category of porn," you tried not to gag as you recalled the disgusting details. "And then said if I 'let him watch', he wouldn't tell the local baptist church that I was a whore-"

"The man is a pig." Hannibal said, matter-of-factually.

"I got up to leave." You continued. "Obviously. Then he said he knew where you lived. Announced it to the whole diner. Started to go through his list of semiautomatic weapons. So to make sure he knew I meant business-"

"You threw the first punch." Hannibal finished the thought for you.

You nodded. "Naturally."

Will smiled to the floor and pushed his glasses up his nose. "I would have loved to see that."

"As much as it pains me to say," Hannibal began, resignedly agreeing. "It's only fair that you stand up for us the way we stand up for you. From time to time."

Will brought your bruised knuckles to his lips. "Though we desperately need to teach you how to dodge. Because the next time you come home covered in scratches, someone will pay."

You took both of their hands. "I should get beat up more often."

[shurisneakers]

harmless (viii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, protesting, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, gamer (derogatory), smidge of angst

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: listen idk what goes on at construction site and im too sexy to research so we’re going with my version of the world. hello. how are we all doing?

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Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He doesn’t expect to see you on TV. 

In jail maybe, for something scandalous and completely unnecessary, but not TV.

But there you are, a sign board waving around furiously in your hand, voice in protest against the demolition of the community centre. You’re flipping the board back and forth to alternate between the messages you’ve scrawled on the cardboard.

You were among a few protesting, but clearly the loudest. 

He thinks that maybe he has the weekend off if you’re too busy fighting big corporations. He’d send his support even.

Until he zeroes in on the sign when it flips over, finally reading what it says.

You better get your ass here, sarge

And so he does.

Half the crowd had dipped by the time he arrived. You were there, still the loudest, but he couldn’t help but notice the lack of people as compared to an hour or two ago on TV. He supposed that justice could wait as long as it took to get lunch from the nearest café.

“I can’t stop you from protesting, y’know.” He’s a little wary of approaching your raging self. 

“Oh, hey Barnes. You got my message.” You break away for a second to scream a bunch of obscenities at the gigantic glass building before turning to him. “You wouldn’t be able to.”

“What’s your dumb plan then?” 

“First of all, it’s not dumb. It’s stupid. Put some respect on my technological genius.” You held up a finger. “Second of all, it’s not here.”

“Where is it?” 

“At the construction site.” You point down the road. “Come on.”

Right along the way you stop to chant another slogan. He waves his arm around meekly in support. He did, after all, have to stand up for what was right, but if his publicist saw him here she’d have an aneurysm. 

The construction site isn’t very far off. It’s adjacent to the community centre, which he assumes they’re going to tear down to make more space for whatever shitty commercial building was going to take its place.

There are already a few excavators and dozers there but no one to man them since it was lunch time. What garners his attention is the small silver plate that’s on the floor a few feet ahead in the direction you’re walking towards.

“Here.” You stop once it nears. “The plan.”

“Am I supposed to know what this is?” He lightly kicked at it, earning a smack on the arm from you.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “and look at it. It’s not hard to figure out.”

He narrows his eyes. There’s a small u-shaped piece of metal in the middle of the plate. “That’s a magnet.”

“Exactly.” You clapped your hands together in excitement. “The world’s strongest electromagnet.”

He looks around. The only possibly magnetic things are the cranes and excavators around him.

“You’re going to... stop the machines from moving ahead?” he hesitates in his deduction. 

“Yep. Can’t tear anything down if they can’t get to it first.” 

Bucky looks down.

“Does this thing even work?” He toes at it again. “It’s kinda small.”

“It works beautifully, stop kicking at it, you demon-”

“What happens if I step on it, huh?” He knows this would get on your nerves wonderfully. He raises his leg. “Do I get to go home for the day?”

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine, reaching for your back pocket. “Stop bullying my invention.”

“’m gonna squish it like a bug.” He’s only half kidding about that part. “I’m gonna-”

Before he can finish his sentence something yanks him down hard. His head nearly hits the ground before his right arm shoots out to break his fall.

"Woah there, don't go falling for me as yet.” 

“What the fu-” he begins, eyes locking on his metal arm that was pressed flat against the earth.

“I told you it works,” you say smugly. “Try crushing it now, Barnes. If you can even get off the floor.”

He tugs his hand but it’s firmly attached to the thing. No matter how or where he’s applying the effort, his limb refuses to move. He’s stuck.

“Turn it off,” he sighs. “You made your point.”

“No. Stay there.”

“Y/N, shut up and turn this off,” he groans, trying to find a better position rather than chin down on the ground.

“Lay there and rot. You deserve it for underestimating me.” You huff.

“I wasn’t underestimating you, Jesus Christ.” He really was planning to just step on it, but he had complete faith that it worked. 

When he doesn’t receive a reply, his gaze follows yours. Suddenly the crane looks a lot closer than it initially did. Awesome. 

“Those are moving towards me.” He picks up on the low groan and creak of metal.

“Yeah, they are.” You nod, one hand on your hip, watching them.

He didn’t think that getting crushed under construction equipment would be how his day went. 

“Not my problem,” you decide finally after a bout of silence. 

Now that simply wouldn’t do. 

Death was definitely a problem, but what was more important was that he was going to get a dust allergy from the mud. He could already feel the blocked nose and temperature incoming.

“Are you really going to waste this on me? Don’t you have a demolition to stop?” He manages to twist his body so that he’s lying on his back.

“Good point,” you squint into the distance at the whirring of the heavy machinery. Their owners wouldn’t be happy to find them missing from their original spot. “But I still can’t help you out.”

“You’re willing to sacrifice your-”

“I can’t help you out because I don’t have an off switch. Yet,” you add the last part in a hurry.

“Then when the fuck were you planning to build one?” He sits up, leaning on his elbow. The cranes weren’t a mini object on the horizon now; the closer they got, the faster they were starting to move towards him. 

“I don’t know, after they agreed not to take down the building?”

He could just detach his arm and come back for it later he but had no guarantee that you would stop here for the day or that the vibranium could withstand all that pressure. 

“You better make a switch right now and get me out of this, I don’t care how.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, bending to assess how badly he was stuck. “You know, this thing runs really deep into the earth. It’d take forever to dig back up and then get you back to my lab and then build a switch.”

“How long?” He didn’t have a lot of time, clearly, but even generally he didn’t have the whole day to waste. He had a mission the next day. He had to put the fear of death into some Russians and bring some pirozhki back for Nat. 

“I don’t know,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Too long for my schedule anyway, I have class prep to do.”

“Motherfucke- that thing’s like twenty feet away.” He’s worried about how you don’t look fazed at all when he points at the stupid machine.

He’s about to volunteer to detach his arm when he realises it’s definitely less than twenty feet now. He had a backup just in case. It didn’t move as smoothly, but who could tell the difference when a couple of tons of pressure was aiming for your face, and hell, if he explained his circumstances of the destruction of his arm to T’Challa-

“Okay, fine.” You reach into your backpack to grab something that looked like a wrist watch. It matched the one already around your hand. 

You reach over and clasp it around his hand before turning a dial on the side.

“You ready?” you ask, ignoring the large crane that was starting to charge towards you. 

“For what?” he replies, looking down at it. He can barely hear you over the sound of the whining of machinery.  

“Teleportation, baby.” You send him a big grin before slamming down on his watch.

“Huh-” His voice cuts off immediately. 

If there’s anything that can be said about teleportation, it’s that he feels like every atom in his entire body violently splits to float around briefly before suddenly rejoining again.  

The ground beneath him feels different, and it takes him a second to realise that he was on the floor of your lair. 

“What the fu-”

“Hello,” your voice comes from above him. 

“You can teleport.” It’s not difficult for him to look at you now without the sun in his face. His arm is still stuck to the magnet but since the giant rod it was attached to was no longer deep in the ground, he could lift the entire apparatus up relatively easily.

“What, like it’s hard?” You discarded your bag on the floor. “You good? Takes a while to get used to.”

He gives you a grunt in acknowledgement, shaking his arm to see if he had any luck. It didn’t budge.

“Come on, take a seat.” You gesture to a lab chair you’ve pulled up for him on the raised platform at the front of the room. He realises that this is the first time he’s properly seen what’s actually inside your lair.

There are various buttons that do God knows what, drawers and cabinets painted black, several computer screens and gigantic pillars of glass on either side of the set up that encapsulate some green bubbling liquid. There’s a giant television set up against the wall, divided into several screens.

“Whaddya think?” You do a small swoop of your arm to show off the place.

“Gamer,” he says simply, testing his luck.

“What did you just say to me?” you recoil instantly, disgust on your face.

“It’s a gamer set up.” He points a finger at the TV screen. He was told by Shuri to use it as an insult, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. It just felt appropriate. 

“Take that back right now.” You raise a finger accusatorially at him.

“No.” He was sticking with it even though he had no idea what exactly the context was.

“Fuck your arm,” you announce, throwing your hands up in surrender.

“Fuck your demolition then,” he replies simply, getting up from his place on the chair to leave with the thing still attached to him. 

He takes one step ahead before your voice rings out.

“Sit down, drama queen,” your voice calls from behind him. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I’m the best part of your week,” you fire back, ”and also your only way out of this. Now sit down.”

He didn’t even need the second warning, he was already on the chair the first time around.

“I’m not going to build a switch to turn this off. It’d take too long,” you examine the piece of equipment with more gentleness than he was expecting, “I’m going to remove it instead. It’s gonna take a while, so you better get comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s so sad,” you say without any indication of wanting to help. 

He rolls his eyes.

You pull up next to him, welding glasses covering your face and the tool in your hand. 

He turns away when you start, making sure his face is not directly within its trajectory. 

He makes himself busy by looking around some more. There are details you’ve put into the place, materials that are non-flammable made up most of the architecture. It’s dramatic, sure, but somehow the designs and colours seemed to go together. It did look sinister, he’d give you props for that.

The space was quite big. It occurs to him only then that that’s how you manage to sneak up on him so often in the past. Everything clicked. Fucking teleportation.

“So,” your voice was raised to speak over the noise. “How’s it going?”

He decidedly doesn’t answer. His position is more than enough.

“Right.” You clear your throat. 

He takes to counting the tiles on the floor, figuring out how many were there from the raised platform to the wall of the entrance. 

“Not how you imagined your day to go, huh?” you continued despite his lack of response. “But some might say it’s a privilege to be spending the day with a cool, mad scie-”

“Are you going to keep talking?” he interrupts, losing his count on the floor.

“Yeah, duh,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You got anything better to do?”

He didn’t. 

“What’s it like living with a bunch of superheroes?” You change course. He’s not sure if he’s really allowed to disclose top secret information. “I assume there’s a lot of protein shakes, talcum powder for the chafing-”

Then again, how much damage could you do by knowing that Steve preferred pancakes over waffles?

“It’s quiet,” he says. “Most of the time.”

“Save all your smart talking for the battlefield, huh?” 

He doesn’t reply. It’s quiet around the Tower. A lot of their energy goes towards missions and recuperating once they’re back. 

“You go on missions a lot?” 

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Boo, you whore,” you say with mock disappointment.

He got that reference.

“What’s your favourite food then?”

He scrunches his eyebrows.

“What?” The welding stops for a second while you look at him. “Don’t tell me that’s classified too.”

It’s not, he’s just never thought about it. 

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, “Pasta?”

“Vague, but I’ll take it.”

He used to boil a lot of pasta, from what he could remember of his days in hiding. Cheap and bought in bulk before he saved up enough to buy things like fruits. A lot of the times the amount of sauce he had access to was enough for maybe seasoning, not a whole component on its own. 

It’s one of the perks of being a free man in the 21st century he thinks, a steaming bowl of fettuccini drenched in sauce and garlic bread on the side. 

“What do you do in your downtime?”

“Nothing.” Well, he considers it to be a pass time and doing nothing is a full time gig. It takes effort to do nothing. He even has days dedicated to doing nothing, as suggested to him by his therapist.

“Really?” You sound a little surprised, although it’s hard to make out when you’re already speaking a lot louder than usual. “No shining your penny collection? No software update for this thing?” You tap at his arm. 

There really isn’t anything. Truth be told, he thinks he’s the most boring guy in the Tower. He sticks to himself, has a few succulents that he adores and occasionally watches trashy television. So then why are you so interested in him?

“You’re obsessed with me,” he says pointedly. “Why?”

You give a short laugh. “I think it’s the blue eyes, sarge, they’re really popping today. Gotta say, I’m loving this colour on you. Is it different from the black you wore last week? And from the one from the week before that?”

He looks down at his dark t-shirt and utility pants. He had other clothes but those were reserved for things that were not this.

“Or maybe it’s the grumpiness, I don’t know. I love it when someone shows absolutely no interest in me. Very sexy of you.” Oh jeez, you were going to continue. “Hell, maybe it’s the thighs-”

“Okay,” he interjects, feeling the need to count the tiles more than ever. He equates the heat in his neck from the welding going on beside him. 

The loudness of your laughter is clearer than the sound of metal on metal when you tug a large piece of the invention off. Things were moving fast. He could get back home to his Star Trek marathon and forget this day ever happened.

“You know, you’re more interesting than you think,” you pipe up casually. 

He doesn’t expect this and therefore he supposes he can’t stop the curiosity from enveloping his face. He hasn’t told you anything about himself, so then the inference you reached came out of nowhere.

Apparently, you take notice of the confusion on his face, even though he can’t see through the giant welding mask, because you let out a chuckle. 

“Oh, come on, really? You have no idea?” you ask lightly, pausing to see if he offers anything other than silence. “You’ve come back almost every week even though you know it’s a waste of your time, you always keep your promises and I know for a fact that if you wanted to stop me once and for all, you could have. But you’re not.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve stopped welding until you start again. Good, it gives him an excuse not to have to look at you after that. 

Frankly, he’s a little stunned.

You’re not looking at him, he can tell from his peripheral vision. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a small crush on me.”

At that, he’s forced to roll his eyes out of instinct. Thankfully you do know better.

A few screws out later, another piece comes out. You inform him that’s it’s going to get trickier from there since the circuit was a little more intricate, a lot more time than the original few pieces. He can see his Star Trek marathon fade away in the distance.

You ask him a few more questions. Some he answers with silence, others maybe a tidbit here and there. 

“How’s dating now compared to the forties?”

“Strange.” He purses his lips in thought. “One guy asked for a gym date. Didn’t know that was a thing.”

“How’d that turn out?” you laugh.

“He didn’t ask for a second one.” His Bumble matches with girls somehow had gone down since he cut his hair, but he’s not too bothered. Not like there was a huge shortage. 

He likes cats, thinks the worst merchandise that they make is the stupid baseball card with his face on it, and doesn’t have social media for the sake of his sanity. He’s seen the thirst tweets. 

Clearly, he’s revealed his deepest, darkest secrets. Utterly classified material. But he doesn’t know anything about you other than your name, number, address, where you teach, what your hobby is-

“You, uh-” he hesitates, “You got a favourite food?”

Your hands hold still to hover above what they’re working on. You fight back a smile. “Sure do.”

He asks a few more questions. Shuts up when he feels his social battery drain. That’s enough for the next month, he thinks.

The sun’s dipped down beyond the horizon by the time majority of the work is completed. Both of you have taken a few breaks to fight the feeling of stiffness that was creeping into your joints. 

You scoff and tell him you’re not planning to poison him when he denies the offer of a soda. He doesn’t deter in his decision.

“How much to go?” He has a mission tomorrow that he’d really like to get some sleep in before. Waking up at 3am to get ready was the worst part of the job. 

“Basically done.” You roll your chair back, rotating your shoulder and stretching your fingers. “There’s just this little part that I can’t access from this angle. How good are you at hanging upside down like a bat?”

Fuck it, he sighs to himself, it was almost finished anyway.

Bucky stands up, tilting his neck to the side slightly before pulling at a small latch under his arm, one so tiny that you’d never make out was even there unless you knew it existed. The arm releases from his shoulder with a small click.

He offers it to you, a piece of your magnet still attached to it.

Your eyes are slightly wide. He raises his eyebrows.

You don’t say anything, just accept it and flip it to a position you were comfortable with. It takes only a minute or two for the sound of the last piece hitting the floor to reverberate through the hall.

You give a small cheer. He lets out a tiny exhale in equal parts fatigue and relief.

“So,” you drawl, handing his arm back to him, “you could have just done that the whole time.”

He doesn’t reply, just slides it back onto his shoulder. 

“You had the option of leaving your arm here and coming back later to get it.” 

He gives it a few shakes, opens and clenches his fist shut a few times to make sure everything is working.

“You wanted to talk to me.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “I was distracting you.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Believe what you must.” He shrugs, turning around. “My job here is done regardless.”

“Oh, I believe alright,” you call out from behind him as he walks towards the entrance of your lair. “I believe you’re a sneaky bastard, Bucky Barnes.”

He doesn’t stop himself from smiling at the overdramatic gasp you give when he flips you a middle finger. From the metal arm, too. 

Next part

[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.