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asshlyyyy · 1 year

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Personal Nurse

Series Warnings: Language, drug abuse, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs. Colonel not liking the reader, probably some medical terms are incorrect, mentions of Elvis' potential death, health terms, health issues, yelling, fighting. Spelling and grammatical errors are likely. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed.

A/n: This is basically Just The Nurse Extended

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Chapter 3: Introductions

You got to Graceland more quickly than you wanted to. It didn’t take long for the fans to come into sight. There were… a lot. Sure you could probably count how many were actually there, but if you had to guess… around forty to fifty? Maybe even more. As soon as they saw the car they started to crowd it in hopes that Elvis would be in it. It was just you in the end.

“Well, here we are,” Dave spoke as he drove past the gates. You let out a breath and looked behind you as the gates closed behind you. No one has made it this far in. You felt like you were breaking some kind of law by just being here.

Dave soon put the car in park and got out to open your door. You sent him a small smile and got out. He then went to the trunk to gather your luggage. There’s no turning back now, Y/n. This is the end of the line. You were here, and you were just going to have to suffer.

“All right, here’s your things. Vernon will give you my number.” Dave smiled and handed you your bags.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where I should go, would you?” You asked hopefully as you grabbed your bags.

“I would not, just ring the doorbell and someone would help you.” He told you and got back into his car. He soon started to drive away and it just became even more apparent that you were now trapped.

You watched the black car make its way out past the gates and soon down the road. This was it… no turning back now. You let out another breath and made your way to the front door. You doubt many people knocked or rang the doorbell considering he was locked behind gates.

You made your way to the front door and raised your hand into a fist and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes for someone to answer the door, but soon someone did and they looked at you confused. You didn’t blame them, you would’ve been just as confused.

“Can I help you…?” She asked confused. She was rather young, with blonde hair and bright green eyes. She wore a soft white dress and matching white shoes. She had an apron around her waist and her hair up. By her appearance, you guessed she was one of the workers around here.

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n… I’m supposed to be meeting with Vernon Presley. Is he around here?” You asked gently. Her eyes widened a bit at your name, it was like something clicked inside her.

“Yes! He’s around back. He mentioned we had someone coming around today. I can go ahead and take you to him.” She said with a light smile.

You nodded gently and returned her smile, “yes, that would be amazing.” She walked out of the house and pulled the door closed behind her. She waved her hand for you to follow, and she started to lead the way.

“So, you’re the one taking our jobs huh?” She spoke.

“What-? No-no? At least I don’t think so… I was told not to tell anyone why I’m here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckled lightly, “Vernon described it as a vacation. I’m sure we’ll be back to working shortly.” She flattened out her skirt. You hummed softly in response and nodded.

The both of you followed along the asphalt ground until you were led into the backyard. There was a little building that could have been used for storage, but by the looks at it… and the fact that you were walking towards it… you guessed it was an office. Vernon’s office to be specific.

“Well, here we are. You can go ahead and knock on the door.” The lady said. You nodded softly and looked at her,

“Thank you for all your help.” She smiled at your thanks and nodded. She did a small bow and walked back off towards the house. You took a deep breath and once again, brought your hand into a fist and knocked against the door.

“Come in,” Vernon’s voice filled your ears. You opened the door and walked in. It was a small quint room that held just about three desks in it. So it was an office… Not just Vernon’s but an office for workers. Vernon sat at the one that was off to the side.

“Hi, Vernon Presley? U’m Y/n, Daniel told you about me over the phone.” You said professionally, even though you were freaking out on the inside. You made your way over to him and held your hand out to him. Vernon stood up from his seated position. He took your hand in his and gave it a good shake.

“Yes, all good things I can reassure you. Please, have a swat,” he held his hand out to the seats posted in front of his desk. You nodded and placed your bags down before sitting down yourself.

“I have to be honest with you, Mr. Presley. This is going to be my first job, but I can reassure you that I will work my hardest.” You told him in all honestly. It was best to be honest upfront. That way it will ease the nerves a bit. At least you hoped it would.

“I have no doubt that you wouldn’t.” He smiled and dug through some of his files. “Daniel was very persistent over you. I asked for those who had experience and had positive… outcomes. He said that he had many, but believed you would be the best. I don’t doubt him for one second.”

“I’m just glad to be here to help and for such a great opportunity. I know some nurses wait years for a job this big. Especially in the firm we work in. To get one straight after graduating… I am truly thankful.” You told him. Vernon looked at you with a smile.

“Of course, now, I’m sure you’re well aware of who Elvis is. If you didn’t I would be quite shocked honestly.” He pulled out a file and slide it towards you. “This file contains his health records, what he’s currently dealing with… the medication he’s on. His so-called doctor of his… isn’t someone I trust. He seems to be doing so well until Colonel forced too many shows on him. Then he had Dr. Nick come in and give him medication to help him sleep,” Vernon started to explain.

You nodded to ensure him you were listening, and you picked the file up and opened it. You peered through the papers to get just a general gist. You knew you would do a deep dive later on when you had time, but for the time being, you just wanted the bare bones.

“He isn’t himself on stage anymore. He stands around slurring his words sometimes. He’ll just stand put for about thirty minutes… He isn’t okay, and I don’t want to see my son dying so young.”

“Yeah, it’s the drugs that Dr. Nick is giving him…” You mumbled softly. “How long would you say this has been going on?” You looked up at him to ask.

“Since he started touring around. So around 69…” He answered. If it’s only been roughly three years and the drugs are already affecting his body this badly… who knows how long he has until he crashes down. He could probably go on for a couple of more years sure… but with everything going on… he would die young.

“So roughly three years you would say?”

“For the most part yes, though it's about four at this point.” He replied. You nodded and closed up the file.

“I’ll look more into it when I have free time.” You told him.

“Great, so, a couple of things. Elvis can be a bit… hot-headed. He’s got some anger issues and he will try and push you away. Say that he doesn’t need your help. He is also going to try and fire you. He cannot do that, you are employed under me. I also give you permission to go against him. Yell at him… do what you please. I am giving you full permission to do what needs to be done to fix him.”

“Okay…”

“You’ll be by his side quite a bit. Especially when he’s out and touring. That is when Dr. Nick is around him the most. I'm sure you're wondering how long you'll be here, and I don't have an answer for that just yet. I don't want him to get back to good health just for Dr. Nick to bring him back down. I'll have to try and get rid of Dr. Nick. However, the main goal is to just bring him back on course."

"well from the drugs alone... depending on how he acts it may take a couple of weeks to months. We would have to get him on a healthy diet. Uh," You opened up back the file. "Once we get him off the drugs, and get him on a diet... get him to exercise... get him on some drops for his glaucoma, and then some medications to help with his blood pressure and everything else... This will take a couple of months." You gave him a very rough estimate. Of course, you had no idea how long this would take, it all depended on the person.

"Take as long as you need. I don't want anything rushed, I just need him back on track."

"Of course, I do hope to have him back on course in a healthy lifestyle."

"Great, now I'm sure Daniel told you that you'll be staying here. Obviously, you know if you have your bags," he chuckled lightly, "you'll be staying on the ground floor just past the kitchen. Once we're done here I'll show you around. You'll have free range around the whole house. Now, upstairs is a bit... my son only allows family and friends up there that he trusts... but of course, upstairs is where he holds his bottles... so..."

"Just go up to get rid of the pills, other than that stay downstairs."

"Correct. Now, when you two are both here... you don't have to be attached to his side. As long as he doesn't have any medication from Dr. Nick... you shouldn't have to baby him."

"Got it."

Vernon went over a few more things and answered your burning questions. He showed you over to your room and now you were alone. He left you to unpack and, once you were finished, he would show you around.

You sat down on the bed and let out a breath. Everything so far has been going well. It wasn't too scary, but you still haven't met the man himself. Vernon said he was currently at the studio and he didn't know when he would be back. I guess that was good... You still had some time to prepare before he showed up.

You rubbed your eyes and pushed yourself back up onto your feet after some time. You walked towards the window and peeled open the curtains, allowing the sunlight to shine in. The room was small and quint reminded you much of your own room back at home… but of course without the customization.

The bed was near the window with space in between the end of the bed, and then the dresser sat across from it. It held a vase full of flowers on it. Hydrangeas, in fact, it was a combination of green, purple, and white. An odd arrangement of colors, but nonetheless beautiful. There was a lamp posted up on the bedside table, and a closet towards the door.

You picked up your luggage and placed it on top of your bed. You would need to find a hiding space for your medical bag. Not to… assume that Elvis would dig into looking for it. You just had to be careful. You started to unpack your things and get the room together the best you could. You could be here for a year… or even longer at this point.

Once everything was put away you looked over at the clock/alarm that was next to the lamp. Just around noon. That means… you spent quite some time putting together your room and talking to Vernon. That was absolutely crazy. You made your way outside to the kitchen where he told you to meet him.

“Sorry, that took a while,” you apologized.

“Oh, don’t be sorry about it. It’s no issue.” He said as he stood up. You smiled softly and nodded. “Right, let me show you around then.” He said and did exactly just that. He showed you around the whole premises.

It wasn’t like a huge mansion where you could get lost. It was a decent size house where you wouldn’t get lost. The craziest part you thought was the basement. No words were shared, Vernon just explained and walked by. Someone had to knock some nonsense into his head because whoever thought drapes all over the place was okay… that is just a sin.

“Upstairs, on the left is Elvis’ room and his office. Down the hall, there is his daughters’ room.” Vernon explained as we ended it all up by the entrance. You nodded in return to give him the whole… I understand. You knew you wouldn’t be up there much, but you would have to get rid of those pesky pills.

“Got it.”

“Well, that should just about it. I left you my number in the file, along with some other contacts you might need.” Vernon said as he looked over at the clock, “Elvis should be coming home any time now.”

You nodded and peered out the window. You saw a Stutz Blackhawk II and figured that… that was indeed Elvis himself. You knew all about Elvis’ lavish cars. They were beautiful you had to give him that. This was the moment. You were about to meet the king himself.

Before you knew it, the front door opened and Elvis looked at his father. You could see him, but you don’t think he spotted you just yet. He pushed the rest of the way in and finally spotted you. he put a pause in his step and raised his eyebrow.

“Da fuck are you?” He asked confused. Well, that was definitely not the greeting you were expecting. You bit the inside of your mouth and took a deep breath.

“This is Y/n, your new personal nurse.” Vernon introduced you. You gave Elvis a gentle smile in hopes that would ease him. Of course, it didn’t, but it was the thought that counted.

“I don’ need a nurse.” Elvis shook his head. He closed the door with a bit of force and looked at his father.

“I’m worried Elvis. I mean look at you.” His father pointed out his obvious weight gain and his non-groomed state. You didn't wonder… did his sideburns tickle his ears? Did they make him uncomfortable? I mean… they basically grew near ears.

“There ain’ nothin’ wrong with me,” Elvis shook his head and look at you. He examined you from head to toe. You wore long demon jeans that flared at the bottom. A cheese t-shirt that your mother randomly picked you up one day. You had some hair elastics around your wrist, that you were currently nervously playing with. Frankly, you didn’t even look like a nurse right now.

“Son, just-“

“I don’ need no goddamn nurse.” Elvis shook his head and stormed past you. His shoulder hit yours as he stomped up the stairs. You were pushed back a little from the impact. He was a bit harsher than you imagined.

“I’m sorry about him. I’m sure with time he’ll learn to get along with you. Now, I got some things I have to do. Let me know if anything bad happens.” Vernon apologized as he picked up the last of his things.

“It’s okay, I promise. I’m used to men always being mad at me,” you chuckled lightly, “thank you again for the opportunity.”

“No, thank you,” he gave you a sincere smile. You nodded and watched as he left the house. You let out a breath and let the smile fade. You were really in it now… and it was just you and Elvis.

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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Don’t make me wait (James Bond x Reader)

This was a request by the lovely @iamcavainna! I’m so sorry it took so long, but life was being a bit rough. I also wanted to at least try and make this good, so I thought that it would be better if I took some time with it... There is a fluffy ending!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warnings: drinking wine, a gun, angst, anxiety, mentions of potential accidents that could happen in a snowy mountain

It’s not uncommon for your partner, James Bond, to be traveling abroad for weeks on end. While it can get lonely, he does try to call regularly from whichever hotel he’s staying in. After a while, you became used to it. Why? Late or not, he always kept his promise:

I’ll be back.

The last time he had called, he had said that he wouldn’t be able to contact you for a week at most due to a strenuous business conference at a ski resort in the Alps. Seeing as this was normal routine for him, you thought nothing of it and just reminded him not to accidentally hurt himself (yet again).

But today, you’re worried. In fact, you’ve been worried for five days straight. It’s been over a week - eleven days to be exact - and now you feel as though something is off.

Had he flown off the side of a cliff? Did he get lost? Was he trapped under an avalanche of snow?

James had given you an address to go to in case of emergency, but would this be the right time to use it? How can you be sure that you’re just not being paranoid? And if you did go, what would you say? James has never taken you to his place of work and barely talks about his colleagues, so who would you even be speaking to?

Hundreds of panicked questions circle your mind as you pace around your living space, phone in one hand and address in the other. You had barely slept the night before and hadn’t eaten all day.

You missed James. He’s been gone for almost a month now and no number of phone calls could replace the feeling of his warmth on his side of the bed. His laugh, his miserable cooking, his rough hands... You needed all of that and more back at home next to you. So you had to go.

You check the time. It’s just before four o’clock. If you hurry, you just might catch someone on their way out.

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Without a second thought, you slip on your coat and hurry to the closest bus stop. The trip there was a bit of a haze, between the times you were navigating and transferring. The haze dissipates pretty quickly as you walk up to what was supposed to be some office building and not a glamourous apartment complex with a Rolls Royce being unloaded in front of the main entrance.

You have to double and triple check the address written down and your GPS on your phone. It seemed to be the right place...

Tentatively, you walk into the lobby, feeling very out of place and small. The floor looks like it all marble and there’s a little fountain in the middle of the space.

Anxious, you manage to sign yourself in at the front desk. There were some complications due to your ID, but after a quick phone call, it was sorted out and you were free to go up. You speed-walk to the elevators, feeling like someone was watching you. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone but the uptight attendant you had just spoken to making another call. The elevator doors open and you walk in.

As you get closer and closer to your destination, you feel more anxious and your palms start to sweat. You furiously try and dry them as the doors open into what looked to be someone’s home.

And that someone was straight in front of you.

“Who are you?” She was an older woman with short, salt-and-pepper hair and a fitted pantsuit.

“Uh...” You hear the elevator doors close behind you. There’s no escaping now.

“Well? I don’t have all day, you know.”

“My name is (Y/) (L/N)... I think my husband works for you.” One of her eyebrows raised. “Uh, he said that in case of emergency that I come here...” You pull out the piece of paper and she takes it. “I don’t really have anything urgent, but he’s unusually late in checking in and I-”

“Good lord.” She muttered furiously after scanning the note and crushes it.

“Pardon?” You ask, somewhat alarmed by the unexpected response.

“Please, have a seat.” She waves to a chair and you comply.

“Do you know-”

“Your husband? Yes. He’s one of my men.”

“Men?”

“...Well I can see that that fool did follow my order for once, not that it makes much difference...”

“I’m not sure I understand...”

“Normally, you wouldn’t have to.” She sits down across from you. “What is it that Bond told you about his job?”

“...Well, he’s one of those people who are the intermediaries between large company deals...?”

“Close. In reality, he’s the exact opposite.”

“I don’t-”

“Bond is an agent trained in the art of infiltration in order to stop certain kinds of ...businesses from expanding more than they already have. In short, your... husband... is an international spy.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“But that is not the issue here.” She stares at you with eagle eyes. “The issue is this address. Did Bond give it to you?”

“Yes!” You squeak - to say you’re terrified would be an understatement. “He said to come here in case of an emergency while he wasn’t home.”

“And the emergency is?”

“It’s been over a week since he last called. He promised that he would contact me once the week ended. He’s five days late. He’s never late for that long!”

“Right.” She rests her head in the palm of her hand as if she were dealing with some trivial issue. “Has anyone seen this address or followed you here?”

“No one has seen it and I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so or you don’t know?” She snaps, but her face softens after seeing the look on your face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Do you - do you know where James is?”

"...We know just as much as yourself. It seems the only thing that man is good for is causing me trouble.” She was standing up again and pacing.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I have this awful feeling that something happened!”

“I am afraid not. We are already doing all we can.” She sighs. “...Did he tell you anything last time he contacted you?”

“He said he was going to a ski resort with a client in the Alps...”

“Nothing else?”

“Not that I can remember.” She takes a good look at you, then turns away.

“We were told the same. Any longer and we’ll may have to consider him MIA.”

“MIA?” You feel slightly faint. “Is - is he in danger?”

“If he wasn’t he wouldn’t be doing his job.” You slump back into your seat, unsure of how to take all this information in. Not only has your husband lied to you about his profession, but that profession is putting him in danger!

“Is there anything you can tell me?” You start fiddling with your hands. “I don’t think I caught your name...”

“That would be because I didn’t tell it to you. You may call me M.”

“Right.” You nod awkwardly. “Seeing as all this is top secret and I’m-”

“A civilian.”

“...What’s going to happen to me?”

“That would be for upper management to decide. Though it shouldn’t be anything too harmful. Bond was the one who brought you into this, after all.”

“Will he be fired?” Alarm rushes through you at the thought.

“Oh no,” M looks at you with surprise. “James has done much worse than this. They’ll just give him a light spanking and send him off. He’s too good to be let go of.” She looks at you with a penetrating gaze. “Too damn good.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” You smile awkwardly. “In all honesty, this whole situation is a bit much for me.”

“I can imagine.”

“Does this happen with James often?”

“Missing a check-in or finding out about secret marriages?”

“Missing check-ins?”

“Yes, yes it does. Although it seems as though he contacts you more than us. It’s been two weeks since he last called in. It does seem like he’s taking longer than usual...”

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Out of supposed security concerns, M told you to stay with her until James comes back. As a compromise, she sent some people to keep surveillance in your neighborhood and on your flat. Of course, this meant a couple of days (or more) living with this mysterious woman. M never talked unless necessary and most certainly did not bring her work home. While she trusts you enough in her home, she cannot afford anything leaking out, no matter how harmless.

That being said, she did try to update you on any word (or lack thereof) from your husband. The more time past, the more anxious you became. You could no longer sleep and M would find you in your room just staring at the ceiling. You had confided in her just once about how much you were missing him when you had one too many glasses of wine. Despite your loneliness, you really did try and keep strong. If the two of you were eating together, you’d ask her questions about your husband’s job. M couldn’t answer more than half of them, but did try to help shed some light on this new side of James.

She couldn’t go into a lot of details, both due to how classified it all was, but because she thought that James should be the one to explain everything.

On the third day, M had informed you that James had sent a message. It was short and didn’t disclose his whereabouts, but you were so relieved that your knees just about gave out from underneath you.

He was safe.

He was safe and that was all that mattered to you. Several more days would pass before you’d be reunited.

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It was the dead of night and, like usual, you couldn’t sleep. M wasn’t home - she said that she would be late - so you had eaten by yourself. While her suite is beautiful, you can’t help but wish that you were home in your little flat. You used to be annoyed about how much the building settled or your neighbors snoring during the night. Now, the lack of noise unsettles you. However, every noise you do happen to hear makes the hairs on your arms stick up.

Especially when you hear the elevator open awfully early in the night.

Somehow, you knew that it wasn’t M. Maybe it was because you didn’t hear her toss her handbag on one of the chairs or that her usual heels didn’t sound like they should. Either way, you had to make sure that everything was okay. You quietly get out of the bed and grab an empty wine bottle.

Carefully, you slowly twist the doorknob to ease the door open by just a crack. You can just make out a figure that was much bigger than M shuffling around her desk. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to blow your cover immediately, you stay right where you are. He - for it was most definitely a man - straightened himself out and proceeded to make himself comfortable in one her chairs with his back towards you.

Why would a burglar make himself at home?

As he begins to pour himself a glass, you gently open the door wide enough that you could slip through it. You bless your lucky starts that it doesn’t squeak.

One, two, three, four steps forward when suddenly two unexpected things happen at the same time.

The man had gotten up, spun around and pointed a gun at your head.

The elevator doors open to reveal M.

“Good heavens! What is happening?” You watch M hurry in, throwing her bag on a chair. “Bond! Put the gun down!” Your head snaps back around. The look of surprise and alarm was reflected in your husband’s bright blue eyes. You drop the bottle and it shatters. His gun was swiftly tossed aside.

“James.” You choke back a sob as you run into his arms. He hugs back just as fiercely.

“(Y/N).” He softly tucks your head into his shoulder and seems to relax in your arms.

“I missed you.”

“I know.”

“While this is awfully touching, you have a lot of explaining to do, Bond.” James lifts his head when he hears M say his name.

“Ah. Yes. I forgot you were here.” You didn’t need to see M’s face to know the look of annoyance she was most likely sporting.

“Just sit down.” M snaps, but you can tell that it’s half-hearted. James lets go of you, but grabs your hand as he sinks down into the couch. You curl up on his side, his hand still in yours.

You would never know what it was that the two talked about after that because you had fallen asleep as soon as your head settled on his shoulder.

When you woke up, it was bright out and you were on the couch. Your pillow shifts, making you do a double take. Your pillow was in fact an arm. You shift to your other side and find yourself face to face with your husband’s sleeping face. Gently, you caress his face then plant a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s hardly what I would call a good afternoon kiss.” James smirks, suddenly wide awake.

“Afternoon?”

“It’s just after one.” He gently pulls you closer to him. “Now, don’t make me wait more than I already have...”

“That makes two of us, doesn’t it-” You kiss him squarely on the mouth then pull back - much to his obvious displeasure. “-Mr. Secret Agent?”

Needless to say, the two of you would take the time to talk things out and bring everything (that’s not classified information) into the light.

I tried really hard with this one, so I hope you all enjoyed it! I kinda feel like the start and the end were rushed... I plan on doing some Jake Lonergan headcanons this week, so that will be fun. Please feel free to send me ideas or requests! It might take a while for me to finish it, but I’ll try my best!

- Simpy

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enmy-writes · 3 years

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Baby Avenger

Summary: (Y/N) is one of the youngest avenger members and some government officials repeatedly let her know of “her position.” So, she lets them know exactly what her position is.

Word Count: 2100

Fandom: MCU Avengers

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Genre: Fluff, soft, slight angst and sadness, & family love.

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: profanity, death, abandonment, bullying, this is my first ever post of any fanfiction ever so it’s probably bad

**** This is my first ever imagine that I have ever finished and published. Please give me feedback and let me know what else I should write! I’m very excited and nervous so please let me know if you enjoyed this :) I’m thinking of making this Y/N character into a little “Baby Avenger” one-shot series, so let me know your thoughts ****

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Baby Avenger.

Baby. Avenger.

In her head, her stomping can be heard throughout the whole Compound and all of its residents and guests can hear her anger. They know she’s going right to the meeting room; not the team meeting room, but the meeting room they use when they have special guests in for a meeting.

The new government officials who are now “in charge” of the Avengers since The Snap Part 2 were in for the day to go over the general plans that the Avengers have been coming up with. They’re nicer than those in charge of the group from the Accords, but in no way were they nice to majority of the group as a whole.

(Y/N) (L/N) happens to be the second to youngest member on the team coming in at an age of 18, second only to her best friend Peter Parker

(Y/N) is an orphan, the typical origin story of any superhero. Her parents spent their last minutes pushing her out of their burning house in rural Pennsylvania. Actually, it was her father who got her out of the flames and by their fishpond 100 meters from the house. Her mother was inside, trapped under a steal beam in the basement.

(Y/N)’s mother was a scientist who worked in secret in a little band of scientists who tried to accomplish their own small victories in testing the alterations and limits of humans. The goal of these scientists is to stay out of sight of the CIA, FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., and other government agencies. Most of them are left alone and those who get found are either immediately sent to a high security prison or recruited to continue their experiments for a certain country/agency.

(Y/N)’s mother decided to give herself her treatment she was working on instead of potentially kidnapping someone in the everyone-knows-everything kind of town that they had been living in. Her experiment and life studies were all in trying to find a way to unlock the rest of the human brain so that more than that small percentage is being used at a time. It has been hypothesized that humans could do a lot if their brains just used itself more.

The only problem is when she gave the treatment to herself, she was unknowingly pregnant, and the treatment attached onto that small lifeform instead of her own. She created a super baby.

No one knew the exact answer to what is on the other side of that tunnel of science. No one knew what opening the mind could do, there were only theories to support ideas. Plenty of scientific evidence, but it meant nothing with no legit proof.

Well, turns out that those on the team of “you will gain the ability to read minds and shit unlike any human” were the correct guessers.

(Y/N) can read others’ minds, move things with her mind, slow down time in her mind to be able to successfully breakdown a situation and perform the best possible reaction to anything that comes her way. Oh, and the color spectrum is broader for her, allowing her to see a significantly more amount of colors than a normal human (including seeing the aura’s and heat that people give off. Very useful in the few missions she goes on.).

But her parents are dead.

After setting small (Y/N) down, her father ran back in to save the love of his life. Or, well, that’s what the towns’ people say to romanticize the situation. A brave man trying to save his family.

In the end, her father had shaken his head, laughing at the moment like a mad man with tears running down his face. He pulled (Y/N) in for the tightest hug that he had ever given the girl—which is tight considering how close the two really were. They were just like two peas in a pod, the light of each other’s lives, basically soulmates.

But love makes you do crazy things.

“You listen to me, (Y/N).” He gripped her face in a painful grip, cheeks sure to be bruised later. “I will always love you. Don’t doubt that, baby girl, okay? I love you so so so so much” By this time, tears are pouring off his face, the neon flames coming from the house reflecting off his wet face. “Mommy… mommy just needs me now, baby. I need mommy, too. We love you so much.”

It had confused her, his words. Nothing could prepare her to watch her father run back into the house, leaving her by the pond with nothing but a small bag of little family things like pictures, little stupid gifts, and a notebook she had stolen from her mom’s bookshelf one day.

Her mother’s grandfather had been friends with Howard Stark, both science men having been in the same circle of famous inventors since before WWII. While neither her mother nor father personally knew his son, Tony, he was still listed as the godfather to the child. With no close friends allowed in their secret circle, old bonds and pacts that her grandfather had with the older Stark led to a blind trust in the man.

Tony Stark had agreed to be the godfather during a one-week bender in his 30s, and when he was yelled at about it, he chose to just keep it there because “the chances of this happening is very slim.”

But here we are, Baby Avenger.

The officials who are here now actually were the same people that used to do check-ins and such with them pre-Accords, so they knew the team better than any government official save for the rare union that the team members may have with government officials. (Y/N) randomly has one with the Queen of England (she did a favor for Her Majesty once, and now they have tea every third Thursday of every month).

They knew that Tony suffered from panic attacks, and they knew Steve was going through a never ending loop of an existential crisis, and that Bucky will most likely always be having an identity crisis, and that Sam cries to sleep a lot around a certain time of year that renders him almost useless in his sleep deprived state he puts himself into. They know EVERYTHING vulnerable about the team.

So, that means they know how when she first got to the team and to Tony that she wouldn’t speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. It took her almost a year to be able to speak more than a sentence to every person she was around. No one was too upset, though, Tony was trying to figure out how to save himself and rebrand his whole legacy and the Avengers weren’t really a family family yet like they are now. (Y/N)’s shyness made it much easier on the adults to figure out their stressful situations.

The officials, though, never got why she wouldn’t speak to them. They actually pushed her progress back more and more with taunts and comments such as “Oh, the baby can’t speak?” or a “Get your phone out! She’s about to say her first words!” every time she did go to say something.

Tony soon got fed up with it and filed a lawsuit against them which threatened their agency enough to pull them out and let a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent be a liaison for them. After their presence was rid of, (Y/N) grew exponentially with her new family. She was still home schooled, but now she had Peter Parker as a friend and world geniuses as her teachers. She was an only child, but now she’s a big sister to Morgan and has plenty of people on the team that are dubbed her siblings (since they don’t act their age majority of the time to be considered aunts and uncles).

While she’s trained to fight, (Y/N) doesn’t go out on the field much unless they need her brain or her extended vision. She likes to remain behind the computer screen and help that way. She’s invented a way to make prosthetics like Bucky’s become more available to the general public and has started a school/home that’s three miles from the Compound for orphaned kids, mutants, super kids, and those who aren’t accepted where they come from.

In conclusion, (Y/N) is 18 and not useless in any way, shape, or form.

So why, why, do these absolute short dick idiots decide that they can come into here, her home, and push her around like she hasn’t contributed more to the Earth and society in the short 18 years than their middle-aged asses?

Eyes narrowed and seeing red, she stomps her way down the last hall, shoving herself into the door of the meeting room and throwing it open.

The team stays unfazed, knowing she’d show up pissed at some point. The officials, though, jump in their seat and turn to look at her.

It wasn’t the biggest meeting, the original Avengers plus Bucky, Sam, and Wanda sit around the table. Though, Rocket and Groot are here sitting along the back wall, looking bored as hell. Thor must have drug them along.

Fists clenched, (Y/N) narrows her eyes more. She’s been here since the first attack. Sure, she didn’t fight since she was like, 8 or so, but she was in charge of her man-behind-the-computer work. She’s been a part of the team since the beginning, and these assholes are too big of pricks to acknowledge that.

That’s what’s pissing the girl off. This could have been a meeting for every one of the fighters of the team, which she wouldn’t go to because that’s not her role. This meeting, though, was scheduled as “Originals plus the newly appointed leaders only.” She’s an original.

SHE IS AN ORIGINAL.

SHE. IS. AN. OG.

AND YET, they remained in telling her she wasn’t invited because “The Baby Avenger doesn’t need to join big kid conversation.”

She locked eyes with her adopted father and her best friend, aka Peter Parker, aka the only reason she knew this meeting was still being held.

Poor, lovely Peter. He grew confused when his best friend wasn’t sitting in between Mr. Stark and him for the meeting, especially when the officials referred to the meeting as they did. He was just there to take notes for Mr. Stark, not that the man wouldn’t remember it all. Pepper thought it’d be a good idea if Tony had written evidence to anything said in these meetings so that he wouldn’t be pouring statements out of his ass without proof, and poor, lovely Peter got elected to take such notes.

When he noticed you weren’t there, he had sent you a text asking where you were and that your drink that he brought you was right next to him.

“(Y/N)! It is so great to see you, my wonderful flower.” Thick arms wrapped around her as a golden man squeezed her tight to him. Thor and (Y/N) had a special relationship. They’re always close and do the most innocent of tasks together like flower crowns, step-by-step painting classes, and making those Tik Tok crocheted blankets made with that big yarn. He even had taken her to Asgard (back when it was a planet) for a royal ball where she was the guest of honor. They’re just soft together.

Though, rage blocked that softness that normally occurs between the two. Pushing off of him, she points her finger at the men in the front. The officials look like they’ve seen the devil and all of Hell and (Y/N) can see the fear pouring off of them.

“Let’s get this clear,” she says as she slowly stalks her way up to them. “I am an Avenger. I am an original Avenger. I know about 3,000 ways to kill you in this room at this very moment with anything. I drink tea with the fucking Queen on Thursdays, and I’ve created a better orphanage/school system in 2 years than this country has in the 250 years it’s been around. Don’t you EVER call me a fucking baby again, you fucking hear me?”

By this point, she’s right up in their faces, her glare unwavering and them sweating. The silence in the room was great and seemed to go on forever. The team held their breaths, some trying not to laugh and some scared of backlash that might be trust upon the girl.

With one last eye narrow (you could blindfold her with toothpicks at this point), she whips around and walks back to Thor, placing herself sideways on his lap and relaxing into his hold. Peter passes her (Drink Order) down the table, and (Y/N) takes it.

Clint, Bucky, and Sam try and hide their laughter when the meeting starts again as they look at their long-time teammate cradled and curled up in Thor’s arms, head on his shoulder and under his chin as she sips her drink with an angry look in her eyes and a pout on her face.

All wrapped up like a baby.

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excorcismic · 4 years

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ALRIGHT SO HERE’S THE DEAL ; if misa is my first favorite death note character , this angy kid right here is my second - i adore mello to pieces and he’s very close to misa in terms of how much i love him , but ultimately does she remain queen . but ! the cool thing is that in the series they never actually interact ( the closest being mello spying on her for a brief period of time ) which means i could play my two blonde fashion icons and voila , here they are . so here’s the gist on mello in canon & alucard and most importantly the plots i am digging bc my muse for him rn ?? is off the charts . LESGO !

IN A CANON NUTSHELL ( HUGE DEATH NOTE SPOILERS ) : So Mello’s introduced during the latter half of Death Note ( or maybe it’s more the final third but either way there’s a part where it significantly breaks in two ) - or , the very end of the first half , takes center stage during the second . He’s from the original home of the detective L , an orphanage of gifted children known as Whammy’s House - and essentially , the goal of the children is to maybe one day live up to L , one person taking his place . Mello !! Is one of the candidates . But he has a permanent chip on his shoulder since Near - the other candidate - always managed to beat him at everything . So when Light Yagami gets his way & L dies , Near and Mello are told that L didn’t choose a successor between them . When the idea that they work together to do just that is brought up , Near ( who honestly really liked Mello ) is like ‘hey! let’s do it’ and Mello ( still angy that Near is always right in front of him ) is like ‘FUCK you I’m gonna catch Kira myself’ and leaves the orphanage . Five years later , he works with the mafia , even getting his hands on a Death Note & with the help of a shinigami ( that he scared the living piss out of ) concludes that a rule that states a human will die if they haven’t written in the notebook in thirteen days is fake . He also like , blackmails the president and orchestrates an explosion that Soichiro Yagami dies after but he gets a wicked ass scar afterwards so it’s okay . Now working with L’s third potential successor , Matt , he spies on Misa Amane and makes connections between the second L ( Light Yagami ) & Kira , deduces that Kiyomi Takada is an accomplice , and kidnaps her to try and expose Kira as Light Yagami - but . . . he dies in the process , and so does Matt . The cool thing is though his discoveries led to Near’s breakthrough in the Kira case ( as he and Near met one last time , where he gives Mello the photo he has here in Alucard ) and Mello kind of gets the last laugh post-mortem . And also a kind of neat thing , his last appearance is as the narrator in the Death Note prequel , the Los Angeles BB murder cases - I’m gonna quote the whole thing in my eventual intro but ! It’s an awesome book and Mello is an awesome narrator . ( dn spoilers end here tyvm )

IN AN ALUCARD NUTSHELL - So Mihael Keehl ( his real name in canon , mind you ) is a twenty year-old runaway from the foster system - also sometimes lived in an orphanage but when he wasn’t , the constant tossing around because of his rebellious tendencies wrecked him . He isn’t employed , not does he actually have an actual home - living in a beat down truck most of the time if he can’t get a motel / hotel room for a night or a few . He makes basic expenses and fills his basic needs by doing odd jobs in exchange for money or favors - stuff like ‘if I do this for you for x amount of days or I get this for you you’ll pay for my phone bill for the next two months’ and that stuff . Basic arrangements . And he knows he can like , maybe try to commit to a job or a home but he’s actually . . . way too fucking scared of being tied down or in a worse situation that’s somehow more stable so the nomad life is kind of what he sticks with . But he’s homeless & it’s not good for him . At all . He’ll never flat-out admit that though which is why he calls himself a drifter . His main reason for being on his own , and refusing any extensive help from anyone outside of these favors , is because he has a point to prove - because that inferiority complex kicks in because the other kids he grew up against are doing amazing things and he wants to do better , and not receive any large amount of help . He just ,,, doesn’t understand he’s not doin’ any good for himself .

BUT OOOOOOOH YOU WANNA PLOT WITH MELLO SO BAD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

so the biggest connection in the sense that it’s the most open , i mentioned that mello mainly pays for his own expenses ( or more so , gets other people to pay for them ) by doing favors or small jobs in exchange for either money or other forms of payment . so obviously , people he has these arrangements with - they can range from anything , mello is extremely smart ( a thing that comes up is that he has a shit ton of wasted potential ) in the books , technology , the streets and has a bunch of small talents he’s picked up over the years of living on his own ( saving money , sewing and mending / caring for clothes how else is he gonna keep that amazing fashion , cooking with very little ingredients , cleaning with little tools , fixing the kinks / souping up automobiles , ahem sexual stuff , tutoring , sometimes even mild illegal shit , you name it . ) so he can offer these talents / skills / etc . to other people who could use them ( most of the time repeatedly ) and in exchange , the other muses will pay him in cash or by doing things like paying his phone bill , car insurance , health insurance , food / groceries , hotel/motel room for a few nights , or even just offering him a place to use the shower or bathroom or even a bed for certain days of the week . This can also lead to many of the other plots I have listed here in the sense it’s a start , and it can happen with anyone , anywhere , for any reason .

literally the thing w/ mel is that he knows no limits and will do anything for anyone and is hardheaded as fuck about it because he’s got a point to prove and things to do and he won’t waste time refusing but the moment you offer your help in exchange for nothing or you’re trying to hold his hand a little too much and he catches on , the arrangement’s over and you’ll be lucky to see him again .

okay so uh . in that sense ?? maybe ppl who kind of helped him out and he did like . one thing for them and once he got his payment for that one thing he kinda bounced n they never heard from him again for whatever reason . nothing against them but he rly isn’t gonna make a habit of staying in one place for too long .

obviously , those people that really think he’s gotta give up the ghost of trying to survive like this bc it’s wearing on his health & he doesn’t wanna admit it . and he’s tried shaking them off but he won’t leave and sometimes he’s forced to give into the help they offer but tries making them take a payment back .

old peers that felt whatever way about him back then but feel pity for his wasted potential ( at the moment ) , bc this dude was like . . . a straight-a student and was rly good at a bunch of things and now he’s living the way he is . whatever they wanna do and however they felt about him and how he interacted with them back then Differs but . there’s kind of like ‘damn u live like this’ now . gimme some kids who had crushes on him , kids he was rivals with , kids he got into fights with and maybe socked in the jaw a few times , kids who always admired him , kids who hated his guts - it always comes down to what life is like now vs. what life was like then .

i’d like some friends who were formed from the favors - and maybe they’ve stopped whatever they had with him but they still regularly hang out or something , maybe offer a place to stay for the night .

just in general ?? people who keep their home open for him and whether he takes them up on their offer on a rare basis .

pls some folks trick him into accepting their help like leave him basket of chocolate candy and trap him or something like just . make it ‘wait what’ deal bc they all know he’s stubborn .

also uh . he’s been arrested for minor offenses a few times so some ppl who’ve bailed him out pls and he’s tryna repay him back .

mentor figures . mentor figures pls he’s trying not to accept their mentor-y guidance from .

so maybe the hero . . . maybe the one person who was like the l to mello of alucard ( maybe even the Man himself ) that he just . looked up to forever and probably still does .

. . . favor idea ?? maybe he’s a stand-in boyfriend or date for events or somethin’ like mello kinda has that bad boy reputation but maybe he dated them for show on their whim at some point or they have that kinda thing ‘pls pretend to my boyfriend and i’ll let u use my shower every weekend for the next month’ or so .

also , one night stands or friends with benefits he uses only for the bathroom / a place to sleep . folks he’s dated for a period bc he did feel something and therefore he had them as an outlet but then broke up with them ( most likely ?? he was the one who ended it bc he has never known love stability & got spooked on it ending and just - did it on his own accord before he could further get hurt BUT THAT NEVER WORKS and he has hella commitement issues ) and tried to shrug it off as ‘ just another fling ’ even tho he’s highkey sad over it . ppl he’s slept with and then disappears with only a ‘thank you’ note as the evidence he was there . and do they accept it ?? are they pissed over it ?? that is up to You but it’s probably gotten around that mihael keehl has never had a stable relationship and never , ever stays .

lots of ppl he probs has the above two arrangements or scenarios with bc again , gotta get shit done somehow .

enemies . . . he has an endless grudge with for some reason like maybe they screwed him over ,

i want . . . folks he can eventually get soft with and maybe actually seek that comfort in even tho u gotta chip at the five thousand concrete walls to get to that stage . i want to see him become better and that’s an ultimate goal for him in alucard ( even though it’s gonna be a bit more difficult with his memories returning ) to get better , commit to something , accept stability and get his life on a better track .

and yes , that includes an eventual ship ! really it can build off of any of these dynamics just . give me sneaking in through windows late at night , soft words and gentle kisses and protective hugs and please stay i know you never stay but please stay with me and the thought that maybe he should leave but he doesn’t and they wake up with him after a night and he’s still there and maybe there’s a scare he left like he always does but he made chocolate chip pancakes and he feels safe & alright which is . . . a rare occasion in his messy ass life . maybe something like friends to lovers , fwb to lovers , an old flame , anything this could be fun to do !! end goal though , i’d like something on the softer side that’s healthy and loving because that’s really what he needs .

( some notes tho bc he’s only twenty i’ll sayyyy max i’ll do the more romantic / spicier stuff with in that aspect is . . . 23 - 24 ?? bc he’s almost 21 like if we put the fact we’re in october into account and his birthday is december 13th that isn’t too far away so . That’s That . he’s also pan as fuck . )

BUT , yes . the main connections / plots there are what i can think of . ik a lot of these are so wordy and i’m sorry bt as always ! i will take literally anything i love plots and i think with what i have for mello there is so much potential in what we can do here .

and as always . give me other death note characters . near or matt specifically would fucking make me cry and i’m here for it .

#dhq.plots #░ ★ abt . ❛ ɪ·ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʀɢᴀᴛᴏʀʏ / mello #homelessness tw

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Overshadowed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Request: By @supernaturalonthecase: Hey, can I get a bucky x reader? The reader has the power to manipulate shadows but cant control it and the team becomes cold? Happy ending?

Summary: “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You’ll be alright. Just breathe”

Warnings: Angst, Fluff and some swearing

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So, after a lot longer than I expected it to take, I’m posting this. Thank you again for the request! It was a nice idea to work with, although the title isn’t great, I must admit. Also, the ending is more open than I would have liked, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you so much for the prompt!

Requests open!

It was an evening like any other at the Avengers compound. Bucky wandered into the lounge, drink in hand, to find most of the team there, talking and laughing about various topics. Steve saw him at the door, waving him over to sit with him and Nat. Both of them looked relaxed after a long day of doing nothing, Nat had even let her hair down, which really didn’t happen too often.

“Looking for someone?”, Steve grinned at him, which Bucky acknowledged with a disgruntled look. “She hasn’t come down yet, I think she said she wanted to go swimming before meeting us here”.

“I’m not going to creep up on her at the pool, thank you very much”, Bucky fell into a seat next to Nat with a heavy sigh. The redhead raised her glass to him as he settled back in his chair. “Hey Nat. It’s a whiskey kinda night, don’t you think?”.

Nat took a swing from her glass, shooting a sly look at Steve. “Every evening is a whiskey kind of night, Barnes. Even if dear little Stevie doesn’t agree with us there”.

“Look, I can’t get drunk, so whiskey does nothing for me”, Steve protested, crossing his arms, “It tastes awful”.

“Whatever, Punk”, Bucky shook his head in mock disappointment at his best friend, who simply sighed in exasperation and changed the topic.

Bucky tried not to look around too quickly as he heard the door open, but it was only Wilson. He missed you. He’d wanted to talk to you since this morning, but had found you asleep, curled up on the sofa and looking exhausted from a long night. He hadn’t seen you at all afterwards, though Wanda has assured him that you were fine, just very, very tired. Why you’d stayed up so late though, he didn’t find out.

Bucky didn’t want to push things, too scared to make you uncomfortable. You were still relatively new to the Avengers, having joined about half a year ago. They had found you after you’d lost control of your powers and caused a practical blackout throughout all of Manhattan. As young as you were, Wanda especially had seen a lot of potential in your abilities and convinced the rest of the team to take you in. Bucky had instantly found you fascinating, but didn’t want to admit any feelings. Making you comfortable and able to work on your strengths was his main focus, and him coming out of left field saying he liked you - a lot - felt wrong.

A light flickered. He didn’t think much of it, continuing to talk to Steve, Nat and Wilson, with occasional (unwanted) input from Stark, until more lamps started to give out. They turned on and off, illuminating the room in flashes, until at once, it all went pitch black.

Bucky sprang to his feet, voices around him rising in concern and mild panicked confusion. A wave of cold swept the room, making him shiver at the intensity. He couldn’t see anything, not Steve, who was ordering everyone to stay calm, not Nat, who seemed to be searching for something, not Wilson, who was asking loudly what had happened. He was blind, and frozen in place, a single thought forming in his head.

“It’s a power outage, probably”, Tony was saying somewhere behind him, “Just get me - MIND YOURSELF, that was my foot - JUST GET ME - for fucks sake- FRIDAY!”

“It’s not a power outage”, he heard himself say, “Steve, it’s her”.

A hand reached awkwardly for his shoulder and gripped it tightly. Steves voice low and serious, trying his best to get the situation under control. “Bucky, can you find her? I need to go get Wanda; she’ll have a better idea of what to do”.

“But”, his throat felt tight and anxiety rose inside of him, “Steve, I don’t know if she’ll let me near her-”

“Of course she will”, Nat’s voice interrupted him from beside them, “She trusts you a lot, Barnes. I think any familiar face will do her good”. Something very dimly flashed at him, making hardly any difference in this kind of unnatural darkness. “My flashlight does nothing”, Nat sounded concerned, “It’s almost as bad as Manhattan. Barnes, move, now”.

He nodded, forgetting that they couldn’t see him and adding a hasty okay. Moving forwards slowly, he tried to remember what direction the door to the corridor was, feeling around him to find halt. His fingers brushed across windows as he ran into something on the floor. Grimacing, he bent down and felt a single step, leading up to something.

Gingerly, all senses focused and jaw tense, he stepped up and gripped onto a metal surface. Friday suddenly rang in his ears. “Barnes, how can I help?”

“Where am I?”

“At the elevator. Do you wish to proceed upstairs?”

He breathed out in relief. “Yes. Please take me to [Y/N]’s room, it’s an emergency”.

“Noted”. He heard the doors open and stumbled forwards blindly until he was sure he was inside. “Proceeding to the third floor”.

A jolt from under his feet and he felt himself glide upwards, the darkness not wavering. The cold however, was getting worse every second. His fingers were starting to tremble and he wrapped his arms around himself. It had been a pleasant summer evening before this had happened, and he was dressed appropriately.

Not only the cold was getting to him. The thought of you, scared of yourself, without control, trapped in your room, hit him like a brick. You were still timid with your powers and this couldn’t be good for you in the slightest. Bucky wished he could wrap you in his arms instead and calm you down, assure you that it was all alright. But you wouldn’t want that. He just had to find a way to-

The elevator stopped and he heard the doors open again. “We have arrived. Miss [Y/N]’s room is the first one on the left”, Friday announced, “Do you request help on getting inside?”

“Is- Is it locked?” Bucky asked, shivering properly by now. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he moved his fingers, trying keep himself warm. The cold seemed to be seeping into his skin, chilling him to the bone.

“Yes. Miss [Y/N] locked it earlier”.

“Open it”. Feeling around him, he focused his senses, carefully moving along the wall. Wood touched his hand and he grasped onto the handle, pushing it down carefully. The door swung open, issuing another blast of cold air. Everything around him became even darker, full of despair, clinging to him almost physically.

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. A sob reached his ear, faint and whimpering, and his stomach dropped. You were somewhere in here, alone and afraid, not knowing what to do. He had to do something, he couldn’t leave you like this, even though everything around him felt like an icy blackness piercing his skin.

“[Y/N]”, he managed to call out, voice quivering, “[Y/N], are you okay? It’s me, James, shit, I mean-”

“Bucky?”

Your voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, startled and fearful. Something crunched under his foot, glass shards and broken fragments lying on the ground. He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to locate your voice.

“It’s all okay, it’s only me, I c-can help you”, the words came stumbling out – he wasn’t thinking straight. It was so cold, freezing him from the inside out and making his teeth chatter. “P-please, [Y/N], are you alright? Where a-are you?”

Another whimper sounded from around him. You sounded utterly hopeless and helpless and it broke his heart. “Bucky, please, don’t come near me. I’m... I’m going to hurt you-”

“You’re n-not, I promise”. Bucky kept moving forwards, even though every step felt like he was swimming against a current, determined to find you. “I promise y-you won’t hurt me. L-let me help you, [Y/N]”.

The darkness cleared up around him, and suddenly, he could see you. Curled up against a wall, eyes bloodshot and teary, broken glass around you. His heart stopped and he ran, he raced towards you, falling onto his knees before you, taking your hands into his cold, frozen ones, staring at you in all-consuming worry. He couldn’t control himself, he needed to help you, and to see you like this was pure misery. You didn’t deserve this, looking so scared and forlorn, bottom lip trembling.

“Shhht, it’s okay, it’s okay, Doll, I’m-”, he didn’t know what he was saying at this point, clasping your hands tightly, just trying to keep himself and you together. He noticed your eyes tearing up again, your chest heaving.

He felt himself starting to panic, desperate to help you. “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You’ll be alright. Just breathe”.

You nodded, gulping, staring him in the eye as you tried your best to follow his instructions. “That’s it”, Bucky encouraged you softly, “That’s it. In, Out. One at a time. You’ll be okay”.

It took a single second of you missing the beat and he saw the dread rise in your eyes. Before he could say or do anything, you closed them and let out a loud cry, loosing any sense of reality again. He didn’t think a moment longer, instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck and you started to cry properly, hands trying to find hold at his shoulders. He hugged you tighter, mumbling soothing nothings that he wasn’t even sure you could hear, and just let you cry it out, closing his own eyes. He wanted to hold you, protect you from whatever had caused this, keep you safe and happy. Rocking your bodies back and forth softly, he found solace in his own movements, giving you all the time you needed.

He hadn’t noticed the cold since seeing you, but as warmth started spreading through his body again, he found himself breathing in deeply. Everything became lighter and you started to calm down in his arms, crying quietening and breathing gradually becoming more steady, until both of you were simply holding each other. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, not moving from your hold.

It was bright again. The last of the sunlight was falling through the windows, illuminating the room in an orange-golden glow. There were broken pieces of different things scattered around, but you were here, still in his arms, your heartbeat loud and regular. Your hair tickled his face, tears drying on his shirt and neck, your hands clawed into his arms, not afraid of his metal one. He didn’t want to disturb you, gathering yourself, so he simply held on tighter, letting his head drop to rest on your shoulder.

“It’s alright”, he said, voice low and still a little shaken, “It’s all okay. I’m here. It’s all alright...”

“I know”, you whispered, sounding exhausted and husky. Your arms pulled him even closer, pressing yourself against him as if craving warmth and comfort, which Bucky would never refrain from granting you. And if it was the last thing he did. “I know. Just...

Just don’t let go”.

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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Bodyguard - One

(Doesn’t he kinda look like Sebastian Stan???)

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky X Politician!Reader

Summary: As a young and controversial politician, you face some opposition. After a death threat is made and your security is at risk, you agree to get a bodyguard. You don’t expect him to be the most irritating and attractive man on the planet. With a history so deep and twisted you never thought you’d figure it out, a terrible corporation is determined to take you out of the political picture; using any means necessary. The only question is, how far is James willing to go to ensure your safety?

Warnings: Angst, Violence, threats, injuries, kidnapping, drugging, political talk (not a lot), terrorism (Wait for the plot twist tho guys), Smut, Fluff, PTSD, (More to Come)

Word Count: 2.5K

A/n: Part one is now up! I hope you guys like it. I think this will be a fast paced story. Idk though.

BASED OFF OF THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL: BODYGUARD TAGLIST IS OPEN MASTERLIST

~*~

Feet pounding through mud, the squishy sound disgusting.

Distant gunshots and screams of pain.

The distinct stench of smoke, rotting flesh, and gunpowder.

This is war. This is where he’s been trapped.

“Sarge, get down!” Then he’s on the ground, a gunshot echoing loudly as the heavy weight of his general covers his body.

“Isabel? Isabel?!” He pushes her off gently, tapping her cheeks a few times to try and revive her. It’s all pointless, however, when he notices the red staining her clothes from a bullet that tore through her stomach and embedded in his bulletproof vest.

“No. No, no, no, no. Please, no.” She lies unmoving in her black suit, her eyes closed.

Bucky raises his head and searches for the shooter, grabbing his own gun as he pinpoints their location.

His finger twitches twice and then the gunman falls, blood pouring from two wounds on his chest.

His eyes flash back to the dead woman on the ground in front of him, rage filling him as he screams and curses to every and any Gods listening.

He screams himself hoarse then collapses in a heap beside her body, sobbing uncontrollably for hours on end.

~*~

He wakes with a jolt, body drenched in sweat, left shoulder aching.

“Fuck,” he whispers to the darkness, rubbing his eyes and shoving himself into a seated position.

How many months has it been? And still, nearly every night without fail, he has the same goddamn nightmare.

~*~

“Sergeant Barnes. I have a new assignment for you.” He stands stiffly in front of Director Fury’s desk.

“It’s a… protective detail. Of a Politician. I don’t know how comfortable you are with this but you’re the best man for the job.” He stays stoic as ever, although inside he’s fuming.

Politicians are the reason he had to go fight that war in the first place.

“I accept the assignment, Sir.” Fury pinches the bridge of his nose and purses his lips. “This Politician. She’s the Secretary of State. At twenty-six years old. Youngest in History.” Bucky’s jaw clicks.

“My point is, she’s good at what she does, stubborn, and won’t go down without a fight. She’s worked with foreign affairs, which is why I’m hesitant.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Sir, am I going to be briefed for this assignment or not?” Fury sets his hands down on his desk, looking at the Sergeant with his one good eye.

“That’s what’s happening now. I’m briefing you. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Her father was a politician, shot in the head November third while driving. They never caught the man responsible for her father’s death but she took after him. Now, she’s been receiving death threats, some with pictures of herself in them.”

“Pictures, sir?”

“Yes. Of her grocery shopping, walking her dog. Things like that. Too close for comfort. So Tony Stark, a dear friend of her father’s, the man who took her in and basically raised her, insisted that we have someone on this case.”

Bucky’s quiet, thinking about everything being said to him.

“Oh, one more thing I should probably tell you,” Fury begins, his face revealing no emotion. “She… doesn’t really agree with this whole ‘bodyguard’ thing. She’ll try to fight you on it, and this woman knows how to get under your skin. She’s a spitfire. You need to keep a clear head and not let her get to you.”

“Understood, Sir.” Fury hands him a thick file.

“You meet her tomorrow morning at her office, first thing. Lay down some ground rules, tell her what’s going to be happening. Do not let her rile you up. Am I understood, Sergeant?” He nods, his jaw clenched tight. “Understood, Director.”

~*~

“Shit! Shit shit shit!” You jump out of your office chair and search through some papers, desperate to find what you’re looking for.

“(Y/n). Lovely (Y/n).” You groan at the voice and slump back down in your chair.

“Yes, Tony? What do you want?” He practically prances into the room, a happy smile on his face.

“The PPO is here. Thought it’d be a great time to introduce the two of you. So, Madame Secretary, meet Sergeant James Barnes.” The man Tony introduces is tall and thick, his well-tailored suit straining against him. He’s got short hair and a blank expression on his face.

“A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I was hoping we could discuss a few things and alterations that will be implemented in your everyday life.” You shoot Tony a glare then clear your throat.

“I’m actually really busy right now. I don’t have time to chit chat.” He clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath.

“I understand that you’re trying to do your job, but I also need you to understand that I need to do mine. Now, Within the next hour, we will discuss the changes in routes, entrances, names, and phone numbers. Your safety is my number one concern. Any questions?”

You stifle a groan and throw your hands up. “Yeah. Is this really necessary? It’s not even that big of a deal!” Tony scoffs and tosses an envelope on your desk.

“Wanted to wait ‘till your bodyguard got here to show you guys these.” You open it carefully, a shudder going through you as you see the pictures of yourself.

One as you’re entering the building, one as you’re leaving, one from a few days ago when you went to the bank, another from the grocery store, and one outside your house.

“I think we need to raise the threat level,” Sergeant Barnes says, analyzing the pictures carefully. “I agree one hundred percent. Now that we know they’ve been watching her house I don’t want her alone there.”

“Jesus Tony! I’m not a fucking child who needs a babysitter. No offence,” you add the last part, glancing at the officer.

“None taken Ma’am.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you recognize Tony’s signature bitch-face. There’s no use arguing.

“Fine. Tell me whatever you have planned to fuck up my life.”

Sergeant Barnes sits down in one of the chairs across from your desk and you collapse into your own, waiting for him to begin.

“Firstly, I agree with Mr. Stark. They know where you live and where you go. It would be unwise for you to be going places alone, especially if you’ve been receiving detailed threats on your life.” You don’t respond and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“I also think cutting out contact with anyone you don’t need to talk to would be ideal. It’s clear that there are people everywhere who don’t… agree with you. People who want to do you harm. We need to minimize your accessibility. That also means using different routes, potentially switching cars halfway through a commute. You are clearly a target, and we need to be as cautious as we possibly can. I’ve already established a team prepared to set up perimeter’s around designated areas, do patrolling all night if need be, and do anything in their power to keep you safe, as I will do.”

Tony seems to relax at his words. You, however, only get tenser. “Alright. Fine. I know I can't argue this anyway. I agree to all these terms and whatever.” Just as you’re about to reach for your phone, he clears his throat.

“One more thing,” the corners of his lips twitch for a moment before falling back into the stone expression. “The Director who assigned me to be your PPO wanted to warn me that you can be… hard to deal with at times. I want to let you know that when I tell you to do something, you’ll listen. I am protecting your life, not being a nuisance. If you question me when we’re in a tense situation, it will only add to the precautions I must take to ensure your safety. Understood?” You simply nod, rolling your eyes and making a mental note to speak with whoever he’s talking about.

“Okay. Now that your schpeel is over, I’m going to get food. I haven’t eaten a single thing all day, and now all I want is to grab some takeout and go home to work on paperwork in peace and quiet. Is that understood? That I’m getting myself food whether you like it or not?” A muscle in his jaw twitches and you nod.

“Perfect. Now let’s go. I assume you’re going to be less than a foot from me at all times, so let’s get this nightmare over with already.”

~*~

“Ma’am, I know it’s not my place, but why aren’t you the least bit afraid for your safety?” The Sergeant asks after your house has been thoroughly scoured, all while you act like it’s some kind of joke.

“Because. This isn’t the first time this has happened. People don’t like politicians. So they do things to try and scare us off. If I let them scare me then they’re winning.” He nods and stands almost awkwardly by the door to your office.

“You can leave, you know. Go… home or wherever.” He shakes his head and stays standing stiffly.

“I’m not leaving tonight. Mr. Stark agrees that it’s best to have someone with you at all times. An Agent is coming with my stuff. I’ll stay in whichever room you deem fit for me.” You rub your eyes then sigh.

“There’s a spare bedroom upstairs. Last door on the left. That’s where you can stay. Now please, can I have some privacy to finish these papers?” He analyzes the room once more, then nods.

“I’ll be within earshot if you need me.” You nod and watch as he walks out of the room, one finger touching his earpiece as he murmurs softly to whoever’s on that line.

You have about an hour of peace before there’s a knock on your door.

“Stay in your study, Ma’am. I’ll get it.” You hear the door open slowly, followed by the beep beep beep of your alarm system.

“Sarge,” A female voice says. Curiosity fills you and you slowly rise out of your seat, heading towards the front door.

“Madame Secretary,” The woman greets you without looking away from The Sergeant. “Ma’am, this is Agent Romanoff. She’s one of the members of the team I was telling you about.” The redhead finally looks at you, her green eyes becoming hard.

“I’m sorry we had to meet under such circumstances. I do hope that these issues get resolved quickly so you can sleep better at night.” You offer her a tight smile then turn on your heel, ready to head back to your study.

“Ma’am, Agent Romanoff has brought to my attention that there are no locks on the windows on the second floor.” You furrow your brows and turn back to them. “Uh, no there aren’t. How does she know that?” She raises a perfectly sculpted brow at you.

“People who want you dead aren’t going to knock on your door. They’ll try the windows first. If any are unlocked or lacking locks, then they can easily come in and do with you what they want.” You nod, humming a bit to agree.

“That may be true, agent, but in my experience… locks have never stopped them either.”

You turn around and walk back to your study, trying not to relive the memories of the past.

“Wow, Buck. You’ve got your work cut out for you.” He elbows Natasha in the ribs and she chuckles. “Shut up. Now, where’s my stuff.” She passes him two duffle bags then follows him upstairs, making sure the front door is locked.

“Why do you push the buttons of everyone you meet, Nat?” He asks, opening the door to the spare bedroom and tossing the bags on the bed. “She’s the youngest Secretary of State ever. Her work… is incredible. She’s prevented so many possible terrorist attacks and has lessened the American casualties in foreign affairs by ten percent, and it’s hardly been five years. She’s an amazing woman who needs to be protected and quite possibly put in her place.” Bucky sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“Nat, she’s scared. She’s scared and stressed because of her job. Just… let her be. Okay? I’ve got this handled.” Natasha shrugs but drops the subject, looking around the room carefully. Her eyes dart to the window and she purses her lips for a moment.

“Go tell Madame Secretary that she needs locks on all her windows by tomorrow. Buy them and install them yourself if she refuses. She needs locks. The second-floor windows aren’t all that hard to climb up to. She should be afraid.”

He glares at her and shakes his head. “I’m not going to instill unnecessary and unwanted fear in her. I’ll install some locks tomorrow. But until then, she’ll make due. Like she has been for the past however long. Now, I’m sure Director Fury wants you back now. Or something.” She rolls her eyes but heads down the stairs, taking note of everything she can on her way out.

~*~

“Lavender on the move. Stay close.” You roll your eyes at the name you’ve been given in what you call ‘secret police terms’.

“Does Agent Romanoff always climb onto the rooves of Politicians to check if their windows have locks?” You ask, not raising your eyes from your phone as your bodyguard looks at you through the rearview mirror.

“Agent Romanoff likes to be thorough.” You nod, seemingly uninterested.

An email is what holds your attention. With pictures of the redhead climbing onto your roof. Then pictures of you in your study. Then pictures of you making tea this morning.

“Ma’am, may I ask why you’re nervous?” You finally look up, teeth chewing your bottom lip as you hand him your phone.

He looks through the pictures then curses softly, grabbing his phone and dialling a number quickly. He presses the phone to his ear and starts talking fast, quiet words you can’t really hear falling from his pink lips.

Pink lips? Since when did you notice his nice lips.

You shake your head and try to focus on his words.

“Send the whole team if you have to. Have Romanoff inside the house searching for any indications of intruders. Get Stark to switch all the locks on her windows and doors and have new curtains installed. I want the surrounding area searched for any indication of where they were. I’m sending you the pictures taken and you have copies of all the other ones. Whoever it is, now knows she’s under Protective Detail and I don’t want to think about what they might do. Call me back with any news.” He hangs up and meets your eyes in the mirror.

“If you receive any more emails or texts including any pictures like this or any threats, you bring it to my attention immediately, understood?” You nod, not bothering to argue.

At this point, you’re actually getting kind of scared.

“Good. Now, let’s review your schedule for the day, shall we?”

~*~

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beccaland · 6 years

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What are your opinions on the RTD era's companions' relationship with the Doctor? 'Cos personally, they bother me a little sometimes, and I was curious what your opinion was.

Yeah, they bother me a little too. I’m actually going to share some thoughts about the characters themselves, as well as their respective relationships to the Doctor. Partly, I want to do that because not to do so would be an injustice to the characters. So, here goes.

Rose (and Mickey a bit, because you can’t really separate an analysis of their characters and he’s a companion too):

Rose is a charismatic character, and I think just right for relaunching the series. She’s young and displays many of the flaws of young people, yet in other ways is more mature than other adults, including her own mum–indeed Rose is often seen taking on a role of parenting her parent. While Jackie seems content to live off the dole, Rose has a job. It’s not a particularly good job, but she seems to be given a fair bit of trust and responsibility, probably above what her official position warrants, which suggests that she’s earned the admiration and reliance of her boss–and given her home life, that’s not surprising. Rose is clearly used to having to be more responsible than her peers. She’s vibrant, curious, compassionate, and brave.

She also takes advantage of Mickey’s affection for her, perhaps without realizing it (at least at first). She’s pretty judgy generally, and she’s not above using the Doctor as well. This suggests that despite (perhaps in part because of) being brought up by an emotionally immature parent and having to take on a lot of responsibility before she was really old enough to bear it, Rose is quite selfish.

Now, as to her relationship to the Doctor, meeting him does two things for her: it gives her an apparently easy escape from a life she feels trapped in, and it gives her the opportunity to develop a relationship with someone unlike anyone she’s ever known, who seems to see potential in her far beyond what any other person in her life has ever shown (especially Jackie and Mickey), and who is both willing and able to protect her and to care about what she feels and wants. Am I saying the Doctor started out as more of a parent-substitute than a boyfriend? Yes I am. Is that kind of creepy? I think so. But not necessarily more creepy than him being her boyfriend, given the age gap.

OK, so Rose gives Mickey a kiss and obliquely tells him “thanks for nothing” before swanning off with the Doctor. By the time she comes back, a year has passed for everyone she knows but just one day for her. This causes ENORMOUS problems for Jackie and Mickey in particular, and she does seem genuinely sorry (well, sorry to Jackie–she seems mostly annoyed with Mickey’s anger AT BEING SUSPECTED OF MURDERING HER. BECAUSE SHE RAN OFF WITH AN ALIEN). This gets swiftly brushed aside by alien shenanigans, and Rose swans off again–leaving Mickey apparently in some doubt as to their relationship status. The nature of her relationship to the Doctor is also left ambiguous at this point, but she’s clearly not thinking of him as “substitute for parental acknowledgement and affection” anymore. She flirts like crazy with Jack who flirts like crazy with both her and the Doctor and both she and the Doctor seem vaguely jealous of the other’s attention to Jack. Back to Mickey meeting them in Wales, who apparently STILL DOESN’T KNOW that Rose has basically dumped him, and does she make that clear? No, but the Doctor is acting more and more like a jealous boyfriend (and really doesn’t stop treating Mickey like garbage until the poor guy saves them and stays behind in Pete’s World, thus earning his respect, I guess, and also removing the threat), and none of this is Mickey’s fault. He’s astute enough to see, at least, that the Doctor and Rose’s relationship is destructive to others.

After the Doctor regenerates, they’re 100% in couple mode, with Rose referring to the events of S1E2 as their “first date” and the Doctor happily assenting to this characterization (has Rose actually broken up with Mickey yet? Honestly can’t remember, but I don’t think Mickey knew it if she had). The Doctor and Rose have a deeply codependent relationship. We might attribute this to her dysfunctional relationship with Jackie and the Doctor’s recent PTSD. They latch onto each other like needy puppies, and this isn’t a criticism, because there are really people who fit these profiles, and they are not bad people, and it does make for interesting characters and good storytelling, but it’s by no means a healthy depiction of a relationship.

Consider, for instance, that the Doctor tries to send her away (no doubt he felt he was making a noble sacrifice, but he did this against her clear and repeatedly expressed wishes, and with the complicity of Pete). Rose ignores the Doctor’s clearly expressed wishes and comes back, which, fair enough I guess, but it all ends in tragedy anyway. So what does he do? HE BURNS UP AN ENTIRE SUN just so he can say goodbye. I mean, I’m sure he verified it was not an inhabited solar system, but seriously. In that goodbye chat, he specifically tells her that they cannot get across the barrier between universes because “the whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse.”

Does Rose accept the judgment of the person who is unquestionably the foremost person in either universe able to evaluate the risk of such an attempt? No she doesn’t. We learn in series 4 that even before the stars started going out, she was having Torchwood build a DIMENSION CANNON to P U N C H. A. H O L E. IN THE UNIVERSES!!! like presumably as many as it took for her to find the right one. Just so she could get back to him. AFTER HE MADE IT CLEAR THAT IS NOT WHAT HE WANTED. BECAUSE IT WOULD DESTROY THEM. This is portrayed as romantic rather than horrific. Seriously. And then he dumps his problematic clone on her and goes back to his own universe. SO ROMANTIC. Sorry, I try not to be rude about Rose’s relationship with the Doctor. I think it’s actually an interesting dynamic that makes sense in context, but it really bugs me that so many people view it unproblematically, and it bugs me even more that people don’t imagine both Rose and the Doctor growing out of it. Like, I can’t lie: I think that’s wacked and super unhealthy, in much the same way (though to a lesser degree) as the Twilight series and its fans are, except Doctor Who is still better-written and far more interesting.

That said, I’d be willing to read a well-written fix-it fic that depicts them growing out of their unhealthy codependent dynamic while staying together romantically. TBH I’d be more interested if it were Rose and Tentoo because then it would be canon-compliant, but I’m not too picky on that point. I AM picky about it not even remotely disrespecting the relationship the Doctor had with any other companion though. And it would have to have a whole “you were so obsessed with me that you were willing to destroy an unspecified number of universes, INCLUDING THE ONE YOUR FAMILY AND BEST FRIEND WERE IN, just to see me again for a brief period of time before this universe also collapsed WITH US IN IT and honey, that’s actually CREEPY AND GROSS even though I thought it was super sweet at the time, but in my defense the universe was already ending at that point anyway and you don’t have that excuse because in your case it was PREMEDITATED” conversation because otherwise I won’t believe they’ve actually grown as people. Also it’d be nice if it were funny more than angsty (but lbr you can’t write what I’m talking about without a fair amount of angst). So, y'know, if anyone has actually written that fic lmk.

Meanwhile, there’s MARTHA.

OK so I’m on record about how awesome Martha is. This is already getting long so I won’t belabor Martha’s total awesomeness as a character, but even though I got a bit tired of dysfunctional family relationships in New Who, it was novel to see them have any ongoing family relationships at all, and Martha’s was particularly rich, partly there were so many of them for her to interact with, thus revealing lots of different facets of her character. And despite her fractious relationship with them, she remained fiercely loyal, which was an interesting source of tension between her and the Doctor, and one that diverted attention away from the dental-drill painfulness of the unrequited love subplot.

It’s super gross that the writers made her hung up on the Doctor all the way through series 3. Not because it’s ridiculous for an intelligent, perceptive, professional young woman to be hung up on an emotionally unavailable man. No, that really happens to actual human beings (and again, possibly related to serious parental issues, so it’s not even without narrative justification). Handled with any sensitivity at all, it could have made for a lovely level of complexity. What really bugs me, and I’ve also written about this before, is how the Doctor treats her like GARBAGE, and this is barely addressed as a problem that he is responsible for. In the end Martha realises her mistake in sticking around for so long, but her attempts to call out his bad behavior in the past fell on deaf ears. Martha is the rebound girl but he acts like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Which, IDK, maybe he really doesn’t know? Like for all his 900+ years the Doctor has little previous actual relationship experience and also he’s super blindingly hung up on his high school-esque sweetheart Rose. And it’s not just in regards to Martha’s romantic feelings that he treats her poorly. He also dismisses her VERY VALID CONCERNS about her own safety and well-being when traveling in the past for the sake of his own whims. And he brushes off legitimate questions about how stuff works. Anyway. This is well-trodden ground. As is the fact that RTD later inexplicably fobs Martha off on MICKEY, the only other black companion in the series up to that point, despite having already paired Martha off with a cute, sweet doctor who seemed like a MUCH better fit, and there literally being no narrative reason for them to be a couple in that scene.

Donna! Well, as we all know, Donna is among the best-developed companions ever.

She didn’t start out that way though. She started off as a Deeply Problematic (read: disgustingly misogynistic) Stereotype who was never meant to be more than a one-off, but CT and DT got along so well that they brought the character back full-time, and so we got a lot of deconstruction, exploration, and development of that first impression. And I’ll forever be happy we did. But even in The Runaway Bride, she had moments of surprising depth and pathos. Deep down, Donna was always better than she seemed. The fact that she was the last person (other than her mother) to realize that fact is part of what makes her so compelling.

Her relationship to the Doctor is also the least problematic, because they’re both on the same page about being platonic bffs. To be fair, part of the reason he does make sure this is clear from the outset is because he has finally realized how he hurt Martha (NOT THAT HE EVER APOLOGIZED TO MARTHA FOR THAT–for a guy for whom “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” was basically a second catch phrase, Ten actually sucks at apologising to the people close to him). Unlike Martha, the Doctor doesn’t overlook Donna or brush off her concerns. Unlike Rose, he is not codependent with her. Donna calls him on his BS, and he listens. She helps him to face his emotional vulnerability rather than running from/shutting out potentially scary personal relationships (like with River and Jenny). The Doctor helps Donna to see that she really is brilliant and important, and she grows to believe him.

That’s not to say that Donna’s character was handled perfectly. No, indeed. Even after her first story, we’re repeatedly subjected to jokes about her desperate need for and inability to get a man. Even the Doctor, who is otherwise kind to her, takes these jokes for granted and sometimes participates in them. At the end of series 4, we’re shown that the one person in the universe that Mr. Pansexuality Personified, JACK HARKNESS has no interest in flirting with is Donna Noble, the man-hungry middle-aged slightly overweight loud temp from Chiswick. And then, of course, the Doctor denies her agency and takes away her access to the memories of everything she saw, everything she did, everything she discovered about herself while traveling with him. Just so he wouldn’t have to see her die. It was selfish of him. She made her choice and he ignored it to spare HIMSELF pain. But, y'know, at least the Doctor cheated the lottery to make her rich as a wedding present to a very attractive, kind-looking, and clearly adoring man–right before he regenerated. So she did get a happy ending.

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nierly-amazing · 6 years

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yo talk to me abt 2b and 9s. i need friends 😭

You want me to talk about 2B and 9S? YOU WANT ME TO TALK ABOUT 2B AND 9S????? ARE YOU SURE?!?

OKAY FRIEND

THEY ARE BOTH SO GOOD I LOVE THEM.

THEY ARE SAD BROKEN IMPERFECT CHILDREN WHO NEED LOTS OF TLC.

And there are people out there who are too hard on one or the other and it makes me S A L T Y because they’re shoving their moral purity bullshit on two deeply broken characters and expect them to make the right decisions all the time.

Of course they’re gonna make mistakes, of course they’re going to choose the wrong options. They may be androids, but they are pretty damn human.

2B’s trapped in a cycle of killing the one she loves over and over and erasing his memories of her and everything.

Defecting isn’t really an option in her mind. She’s an E unit so she knows how successful they are; she probably wouldn’t think they’d last very long out there with no way to maintain and repair themselves. She doesn’t know of any successful defectors; command never tells them about A2 when she kills them, obviously, because they wouldn’t want to give anyone any ideas if they found out there was someone who’s survived years on her own out there (albeit falling apart and only surviving out of spite).

Plus, A2′s much less of a threat than an E-model and their best scanner model who is powerful enough to hack into the Bunkers defenses to dig out classified information. A2′s just some prototype who found out she was sent down to die yet continued to survive out of spite. 2B and 9S had the potential to cause a LOT of problems for YoRHa, since 9S found out one of the biggest secrets kept from all androids and other info that could possibly be very dangerous if the enemy got their hands on them. So it’s pretty likely they’d put a lot more effort into killing them than they did with A2.

A2′s circumstances are different than 2B and 9S’ anyway. Her only order was to die at the end of her mission. So for her it’s either let yorha kill her, or go on the run until she eventually gets killed by them or a machine. There are no other options for her. She has no one left to protect or worry about losing, nothing to tie her back.

And she was in a similar situation to 2B; they all did find out they were programmed to die after the mission but chose to see it through anyway instead of defecting.

So if command ordered her to kill 9S again and said they wouldn't reinstate a new one, who says she wouldn't take him and gtfo?

2B hates her job so much that she once chose death over killing him again, and the only reason she survived because he killed himself instead and made her promise to keep killing him. He wouldn't let her take the 'easy' way out because he knew that wouldn't solve anything.

That promise kinda complicates things too. Since it kinda invalidates what the next 9Ss might be feeling so now she’s even more stuck since she has orders from command AND orders from the 2+ 9S that made her promise.

Like, her job hurts her to the point where her own data corrupts in a way that’s ‘physically’ painful to the ‘touch’ (aka memory thorns).

She’s tried what she could to try to stop 9S from coming to the same conclusions as last time. She’s even tried to get command to retract their orders before but to no avail.

She’s cold and strict with him, but never outright cruel and mean. And, heck, maybe she could have been gentler on him, maybe she could have been herself more to make life easier on him. But like at what expense to her? The closer she gets to each of them the harder it is on her to kill him. Remember the whole “as close as possible yet eternally distant” thing?

So like, she could have made some better choices, but she was pretty stuck in what she was doing. She was stuck walking down a path where any decision she made could have bad consequences, so geez, give her a break for choosing the ones that had less terrible consequences (at least in her mind).

AND NOW FOR THE BOY

I already gushed about the poor boy at length [Here]

BUT I can still gush a bit more anyway.

Some people are too hard on him too. Like do yall really expect someone who was:

A: Thrown into an endless war from the day he was born with no ability to quit.

B: Given all the emotions and wants and needs of a human and then prohibited from expressing or trying to get those needs met.

C: Paired up with someone who’s emotionally distant to him and he doesn’t know why, falls in love with her anyway, only to find out she has to kill him over and over and is falling apart at the seams because of it.

D: Has his memories wiped but some remaining something still draws him to her to the point where he’s willing to sacrifice himself for her after only ‘knowing’ her for an hour or so.

E: Programed to be incredibly curious then punished when directing that curiosity in a way YoRHa didn’t like.

F: Tortured and violated by some creepy humanoid machine and forced to face his complicated feelings about her and the world in a definitely not healthy way.

G: Thrown into traumatic battle after battle the moment after she starts reciprocating feelings for him.

H: Watched almost everyone he knows and cares about die in the span of an hour, many of whom he had to kill himself.

I: Watches the most important person to him get stabbed right in front of him, just when they were finally free of their cycle.

J: Wakes up thinking she was murdered in cold blood and fucking nobody thinks to tell him it was a mercy kill. Anemone knew, the pods knew, the weapons dude knew, A2 obviously knew and had multiple ways to take 5 minutes of her day and safely let him know 2B was infected, but didn’t.

K: Intentionally tortured by the machine network because the Red Girls had some weird fascination with him.

L: Had no real support network because androids in the middle of a 6000 year war likely dont have any grief counselors.

M: The only time he’s had contact with A2 she said some cryptic bullshit that could be easily interpreted as taunting or something by him.

N: I could probably think of more to get all the way to Z but I want to do something else now.

Like yall really think someone who has gone through that much trauma with little to no support would be expected to behave like some morally pure uwu angel and make all the right decisions? Could he have acted better and made better decisions? Probably. But give the poor guy a break. He’s an endlessly fascinating character to study and relate to despite his flaws and mistakes.

Anyway I love them both so much despite their flaws and mistakes and they are an amazing pair because of the potential to grow and heal with each other after they wake up after [E]. They’re finally free to be as emotional and supportive of each other as they want and finally get t-shirts.

And i just love who they are too. 2B is a gentle and kind person when she’s not forced to be cold and strict. 9S is just a curious ball of energy and is super sweet and respectful to 2B. He can be kinda snarky but he always backs off and respects her boundaries.

And just, I love the role reversal in this pairing. 2B’s the strong stoic one, where 9S is the bubbly support. It wouldn’t have half it’s charm if the genders were reversed.

There’s just SO MUCH POTENTIAL with these two. Like before I had no real intention of reading or writing fanfiction but then I played nier and I probably have written nierly (heh) 200k words over all my fics but now like, I just want to explore so much with them and their complex and unique relationship and uguh just

JUST

LOVE

THESE

LOUSY

GOTH

ANDROID

BABS

#nier #nier automata #nier: automata #nier spoilers #nier automata spoilers #you wanted me to talk about 2B and 9S #SO ILL FUCKIN TAlk ABOUT 2B AND 9S I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #my shitposts #long post #Anonymous

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iKON "Love Scenario" MV Review

Tfw your mans gets lines when you weren't expecting him to

Hi guys!! My name is Jace (aka Felicity B), and iKON released something I didn't gay up straight up despise?!?! Sorcery...

*ahem*

Welcome to my review for Love Scenario!! I'm not gonna lie, I'm not in a love scenario for Love Scenario (hell, not even a like scenario), BUT!! It's a major improvement over previous title tracks. Specifically that it's not a four year old demo B.I made in 2.592 seconds, and YG made them release because it reminded him of M.A.D.E era BIGBANG.

~The Song~

*sigh*

I said this in my Neverland review, and I'm gonna say it here - I review music, not people. Granted, I don't actually like iKON (I might have caused some trouble a year and a half ago by calling them iKEA on Tumblr, but that's nothing y'all can prove), but I'm mature enough of an adult to not outright trash them unless they deserve it. To be honest, I pity iKON more than I actually dislike them; YG put a ridiculous amount of pressure on iKON to outsell WINNER be his most successful boy band since BIGBANG, but it didn't happen, so he exiled them to Japan. He also doesn't give Double B as much creative control over iKON's music as he acts like he does (if the company lets you make your own music but then tells you what kind of songs they want, that's not creative control). So, unless I address Double B or the other members of iKON by name, I'm not critiquing them.

I don't know why I put these disclaimers in my reviews, because I know someone is gonna see some random ass blurb, take it out of context, and then cry to their five followings that the Mean Black Gay™ dragged them when I call them out on it. It always fucking happens.

Love Scenario is not a bad song. It's not a particularly good song, but it's not straight up trash like Bling Bling. There are elements here that could make this song great, but they're overpowered by all the problems of the track.

Look, I wholly understand that YG wants iKON to be his Hood Fabulous™ NuGen boy band, but this song suffers because of the trap elements. Or rather, it suffers from Double B and MILLENIUM randomly throwing the trap beats into the song and then dropping them without warning. It gives Love Scenario a really stuttered start/stop pace, and that makes the song feel like it never actually gets off the ground.

I mean, there's the full time section at the end that reminds me of Black Pink's Whistle, but it's at the end, sis. Why these niggas always puttin' the best parts of the song at the end?!?!?! They did this same shit with Dumb and Dumber, and I'm still mad about that.

Two Years Later.

Moving on, I also found the excessive use of cowbells and claps on every beat in the prechorus and chorus sections to be annoying as fuck. Especially when it would have made a lot more sense to have dropped out all the percussion for the prechorus (except a snare roll to lead it into the chorus), and then pull the trap beats in at the start of the actual chorus. I'm really not trynna be shady (okay, maybe a lil bit), but it sounds like they forgot to turn off the click track in those bits, and when they did their first play though, they thought it sounded cool or somethin'.

Another problem I have with Love Scenario is that it suffers from crap line distribution. To be fair, it's not as bad as some previous iKON feature tracks (Dumb and Dumber *ahem*), but sis. What is the point of having a seven member group when only four of the members consistently get lines?!?!?! I'm so tired of iKON songs being 85% Double B, 10% Jinhwan/Junhoe, and the other three scrap over the last 5%. Y'all, I was whole ass Shook™ when I watched the Inkigayo comeback stage, and it was Yunhyeong who sang the bridge, not Jinhwan. That should not be A Thing™ for a group I've been following since their debut.

And while I'm asking the Big Man™ questions - why are Double B, iKON's rappers, singing more than Chanwoo and Yunhyeong?!?! E S P E C I A L L Y when the two of them rap the entirety of the verses?!?!?!

YG!!

SIS!!

DON'T

UNDERSTAND!!

~The Video~

The video for Love Scenario is directed by VM Project, and it shows. She's got a theme, every shot is deliberate (nothing seems like it was thrown in there just to fluff out the video), and the editing is tight. But while there were some really cool shots (like the 360 cam in the circle room, showing off the different stages of the relationship described in the song), this video it really fucking boring.

And before y'all flame my ass, I do realize that that's partially because this group doesn't do much for me. But it's also because this video is so painfully standard, it's boring. In fact, this video is probably the most boring video I've ever watched that was directed by VM Project.

Why?!?!!

Because, instead of focusing on the theme of the video (the comparison of a relationship to a film), the video is 90% choreography shots and iKON just bein' bros. In fact, I'm pretty sure YG blew most of the budget on those album teasers (that VM Project also directed), and that's a major contribution as to why this video is so lackluster.

I think this video could have been far more interesting, because of the metaphorical nature of the lyrics, but the Management™. She wasn't being particularly smart that day.

A Shame™.

Of course, when is Mistress YG ever being smart?!?!?

~The Choreography~

Love Scenario's routine works the same angle that many of iKON's previous routines (hell YGe routines, in general) have, and I'm bored. Granted, this one has a lil bit more creativity put into the formations.

But I'm still bored.

For those of you who've been here since BC (Before Chanwoo), YG would not shut his trap about iKON's dance skill. In every one of his frou frou ass press releases (sorry, personal letters to Da Fans™) about iKON/Team B, he would mention that they were a strong dance unit. And credit where it's due; they turned it out with the dance routines on their survival shows in a way that WINNER never did (which is to be expected when only two of the five members of WINNER actually liked to dance). But ever since their debut, iKON haven't given us anything close to what they're capable of.

And that's as much a critique against iKON as it is at YG's choreographers, because Black Pink's routines are just as whack. But catch me stannin' Black Pink, cause they actually give me something on stage.

In fact, one could easily frame why boy band stans who say that girl groups don't do as much on stage are speaking out of their ass with a comparison between Black Pink and iKON's performance abilities, but this isn't that kind of post. I'm just saying that iKON and YG's choreographers need to get it together, because a group of this caliber should not be outchea dancin' like 2016 EXO. It's not a cute look.

~Overall And Final Thoughts~

Quite frankly, I'm tired of YG Entertainment's bullshit, and iKON's output is a great example of why. This group has so much fucking potential (just like all their acts do), but this abominable agency has no fucking idea to carry that shit through. YG, himself, is a misogynist creep who literally does the most to do the fuckin' least, and I'm over it.

Y'all, it's been almost two and a half years, and I'm still waiting on this group to do S O M E T H I N G out of the box. And Love Scenario came so close, sis. SO CLOSE!! Those album teasers had me a lil hype. The music sounded like GroovyRoom phoning it in like they did for ONE's debut, but it was S O M E T H I N G. Hell, even the song teasers had me loosening the drawstrap on my wig!! But the final product missed mark.

And yes, as I've consistently pointed out throughout this review, it's not entirely fair for me to put so much of the blame on iKON. But sis, I don't know what I'm supposed to say!! I've given this group S O M A N Y chances to really nail my wig to wall (like I do all of YG's acts), but they continue to just be so damn lackluster.

Also, YG does the same bullshit to all his other acts!! But why is it that WINNER and AKMU and Lee Hi (who doesn't even write any of her own music) are able to release decent music, despite YG's bullshit, but not iKON!?!?! Why, sis?!?!!?

I just don't understand!!

Bottom line is that I'm tired of trying to like this group. They've shown some potential here, but it's not enough. Love Scenario would have a cute release back in 2015, but it's not 2015 anymore. iKON should be past this by now.

#iKON #Love Scenario #Review #Felicity B

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ally-the-turtle · 7 years

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Titan! Eren X Reader: Still Human

Warning: FLUFF

You, Y/N L/N, were known as the Captain's daughter even though you two weren't related in any way. Yes, you and Levi are super close. He saved you in Shiganshima District when the Colossal Titan breached the wall. Your parents died, crushed by your heavy house so you were left alone, facing those horrible titans. Luckily though, you were quite the trickster and not to mention a pretty good fighter, so you knew how to hide and potentially set traps here and there for the titans. However, big as they are, your tricks never caused much damage so you mostly hid from them. When you climbed on a roof next to a 13 meter chimney, you saw that the chimney had a huge hole in it; if someone or something were to push it, it would break and fall directly. Smart as you were, you used your spare fire crackers and placed them around it. You waited until a 5 meter class titan got close enough and lit them up, causing a big explosion and the chimney fell right onto the nasty titan. Oh you were happy all right, and Levi witnessed it all with his very own grey eyes. He was impressed. He came up to you and brought you to Erwin.

And that's how you joined the Scouting Legion. Levi trained you, fed you and most importantly: he cared for you. You two had grown a strong bond together as well as with Petra, Oluo, Hanji and the rest of the Scouting Legion. They were your new family.

Speaking of Shiganshima District, that's where you met the suicidal bastard, a.k.a Eren Jeager. You met him when he was in a conflict with 3 bullies. He was about to punch the blond spiky haired one until you threw a smoke bomb and dragged Eren away. He was pissed and you two argued for a short while until he had calmed down. Mikasa and Armin joined you two soon after. You four hung out a lot and got to know each other quite well. However, you and Eren would sneak away from your families to hang out together and that's when you started developing feelings for him. His bravery and determination inspired you to continue fighting in life and help those who needed. Sadly, you got separated from him when the wall has been breached.

(A/N: You guys can imagine how you and Eren reunited cuz I'm too lazy to write :P)

Your reunion with Eren was the best thing ever. You felt complete again, you felt like the world has given you the best gift you could ever have.

"Oi! Y/N-saaaaan!" Hanji called, bringing you back to reality. "I need your help with something!"

You got out of your room and followed the crazy woman that you learned to love. "What do you need help with Hanji?"

"I want to test Eren's strength out with you as the test subject!" She replied as you two walked to the back door leading you to the outside where Eren stood, looking at the big blue sky. You looked at him up and down until he noticed your presence.

"Ohayo Y/N! Good to see you." Eren greeted you with a small smile.

"Ohayo Eren." You smiled back at him and then looked back at Hanji. "What do you want me to do exactly?"

"Oh nothing complicated really~ You and titan Eren will spend the rest of the day together and you'll have to report to me everything with the smallest details! Simple huh?" She explained with a big smile on her face. You lightly blush at the thought of being with Eren for the rest of the day.

"How will that test my strength?" Eren asked.

"I'm not testing your strength, I'm testing your ability to control it. Since you care SO MUCH for our dear Y/N, you wouldn't want her to get crushed by those big hand of yours now do you? With you two together, I'm sure you can control that amazing titan strength of yours~"

You sweatdropped upon hearing her plan but then smiled since you'll be spending quality time with the boy you love. You and Eren glanced at each other with the same 'wtf' look and then shrugged.

"Alright Eren! Transform!" Hanji yelled out majestically.

Eren nodded and bit his hand hard. A yellow lighting bolt shot at Eren and you saw his figure growing and growing until he reached 15 meters high. The dust cleared to reveal Eren's hot titan body.

'Oh my god those abs!!' You screamed in your head while holding back a nosebleed.

"Have fun you two~ And don't forget to report to me EVERYTHING okay?" Hanji said before leaving you and Eren alone outside.

"Well this'll be... Interesting?" You said out loud and looked up at Eren.

He bent down and placed his hand on the ground, his palm facing upwards for you to stand on. You got the idea and stepped on it, he brought you close to his face until you could reach out to touch his nose. You gently caressed his nose and you heard him groan in satisfaction which made you giggle.

"Eren? Do you think we could go hide in the forest? I like it there and I don't really want the others to see us, especially Levi." You asked him and he nodded.

He placed you on his toned shoulder where you held onto a big strand of his hair for support and he ran off into the woods. You looked up to see Eren's titan facial features and boy was it hard to hold that nosebleed; for a titan, he was pretty freaking handsome. That long chocolate colored hair, that toned torso, those muscles, those abs and that nice booty. Ah yes, his fineass booty was impressive. But what really made you go crazy was his beautiful teal green eyes. You would always get lost in them, like you were in a trance and you found yourself staring at him instensily. He noticed you and looked directly in your eyes. You squeaked and used his strand of hair to hide your blushing face.

After you two got far enough into the forest, he sat down against a tree to rest. You sat down on his shoulder and leaned your head against his jawline. He brought a hand closer to your face and stuck out his index finger to rub your head, messing up your hair in the process.

"O-Oi! I just brushed them Ereeeeen!" You whined and he stopped for you to rearrange them yourself. He looked at you tying them up in a high ponytail and he internally smiled to himself.

When you were done, he gently grabbed you and brought you to his pretty face. You reached your hands out and pressed them against his nose, smiling. He closed his eyes and focused of your skin making contact with his warm one.

"You know, your like a big teddy bear Eren." You giggled. "Even as a big titan, your still just as awesome as human!"

He opened his eyes and looked at you in disbelief . You furrowed your eyebrows after understanding what he was trying to tell you. You had heard him complain about his titan form and how he was frustrated to be the thing that he hated the most.

"No Eren, you're not a monster! THEY're the real monsters, not you! You may look like them but you aren't them and you know why? Because you're still human whatsoever! You're no threat to humans and those who thinks so are mindless idiots who have no idea about how you can be a real sweetheart!" You told him while looking deeply in his teal green eyes. "Honestly, I really like your titan form. You look... Seriously badass~ You're a hero Eren, at least to me you are." You finished with a shy smile and blush spread across your cheeks.

Eren stared at you in complete shock. He never expected you to say such nice things about him. You called him a 'sweetheart' for God's sake! He lowly growled and nuzzled his face closer to your petite body.

'Thank you Y/N...' he thought.

You hugged his nose, giving it a small gentle kiss and caressed it. He enjoyed and growled in satisfaction.

He brought his finger to your face, holding back the maximum of his strength, and gently stroked your cheek. It felt simply AMAZING and so freaking ROMANTIC you could just DIE from extreme happiness.

"Eren... I want to be honest with you." You started.

"Rrrr?" He growled questionably.

"I... I love you. I really really do, ever since I got to know you better when we were kids. Once I got past your hot-headed side, I got to see that... Kind and sweet side of yours and I couldn't help but f-fall for you!" You confessed while looking in his beautiful eyes. "I LOVE YOU EREN JAEGER!!" You yelled with closed eyes.

The wind blew through your hair and you felt something wet on your face. You open your eyes to see Eren licking your cheek with the tip of his tongue and nuzzling his face even closer to your small body until you could practically lay on it. He groaned in a rather happy tone to send you the message that he felt the same way about you.

"Eh? Our feelings are mutual??" You asked, a wide grin spread on your face with sparkles in your eyes. He nodded and you hugged his nose. "Oh I'm so glad! I love you!"

He groaned in response and you two stayed in your position with his big face nuzzled close on your small figure until sundown. You two glanced at each other and nodded before starting to get back to HQ with you sitting on his muscular shoulder.

"Will Mikasa be okay with this? She's not entirely fond of me." You asked him. "I don't even know why too! Do you know by any chance?" He nodded in response of your question. "Could you tell me once we're back?" He nodded again and you smiled at him. "Thanks~"

Once you two got back, Levi and Hanji got Eren out of his titan form and brought him to the infirmary bed to rest. It had been at least 3 hours since then and you were sitting on your bed in your room, reading a book and you suddenly heard a knock on your door.

"Come in." You said, looking up from your book to see the one and only Levi walking up to you, his arms crossed and the same stoic expression.

"So you two are a thing now huh?" He said.

"O-oh yeah we are... You're not mad, are you?" You asked him and he sighed.

"I knew from the start he had thing for you. It was damn obvious."

"Really?"

"I may be old but I'm not blind."

"Oh come on, 34 is not really what you can call 'old'. I'd consider it as middle-aged!"

"Hmm. Anyway, I accept you two dating, however don't let it interrupt your mission and if I catch you two slacking off, they will be consequences. Understood?"

"No worries Levi~ Oh! Does that mean Eren can call you 'father' too?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, brat."

You laughed at your own joke and walked out of your bed and held your arms out as if asking for a hug. He sighed and uncrossed his arms, bringing you in for a hug. You two were exactly the same size, so hugging wasn't a problem. Imagine being taller than him and hugging him, guess what he would end up looking at instead of your face?

"If only we could spend more time together like we did in the old days." You said.

"You're growing Y/N, and with titan's roaming around in this world, we won't always be together." He told you while stroking your hair. He'd learnt to do that after seeing many fathers doing it to their own daughters and boy are you glad he did.

"I know. Thanks for everything... Father." You thanked him after you two pulled away from each other.

"Oi, you sound like you're about to leave in a minute. Relax." He said. "Anyway, Eren's awake."

Your eyes brightened up and you ran to the infirmary room. After stopping at the front of the door, you took a deep breath in and knocked on the door. He called you in and so you did. There he lay, sitting on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head. Your eyes sparkled and you tackled him down on his bed with a hug.

"E-Easy, Y/N." He said and you pulled away but kept your arms around his neck.

"Hehe gomen. I'm just so happy to see human you!" You told him.

"It does feel good to be normal again I guess." He smiled. "Did you really mean everything you said back there?" He asked, averting his eyes from you.

"Yes, I did. I love you Eren!" You repeated.

He looked in your eyes and brought a hand up to rest on your cheek while the other snaked around your waist. He slowly closed the space between your lips and his, his eyelids slowly close until your lips met. He slightly tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss as it got more passionate. Your fingers get tangled in his brown locks and he brought you closer to his warm body. The kiss was so passionate you could feel all of his feelings being poured into it. Love was the main feeling, mixed with a bit of lust.

You love him. Whether he's a Titan shifter or not, his heart will always be human.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #reader insert #canon x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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books-on-the-brain · 7 years

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So I used to read a whole bunch, but then I took a small break so that I could have an actual social life. Now I'm trying to get back into it but I've tried to... I just can't get into it. Do you have any suggestions of what I could do to get back into wanting to read more?

bI relate to this SO. MUCH. It’s always hard to find a good reading/life balance, since reading can often be a very isolating activity. It’s also really difficult around this time of year for younger readers, too, since a lot of us are getting back into the swing of it with school and such and find that we have much less time to be reading what we want. So without further ado…

How I cure “reader’s block”/being in a book rut!!!

1) First of all, there’s literally no shame in reading something because it’s short and you know you can get through it, or reading something you might consider a “beach read.” If it’s less daunting for you to pick up a 70-page romance novella than Tolstoy that is perfectly!!! okay!!! What matters is that you’re still reading and it’s making you happy, not that you have gained all the answers to the universe by reading a dry and endless classic.

2) Another good option is to reread something you know you really love/want to revisit. I find it’s typically easier to read something for the second or third time and if it’s been a while, then you’ll still be surprised by little things here and there and get the warm nostalgia fuzzies. For me, one of my old favorites to revisit is Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I always read it at the beginning of the summer when I’m switching from all academic reading to personal reading (f i n a l l y) because I’m familiar enough with the story that it goes pretty quickly, but I still really love it.

3) In a similar vein, I find it really fun when I don’t want to sit down and read seriously to go back to some of my old favorites from childhood! For example, I loved the Deltora books by Emily Rodda when I was a kid and had some fun the other day going back through some of them and reminiscing. It has the potential to remind you of your love for stories and also in my case, it reminded my why I fell in love with fantasy at a young age and why I’m still so passionate about it! Reading children’s/middle grade/YA books is always acceptable and so much fun at any age.

4) This Barnes and Noble Reader article also suggests reading about books if you can’t actually read a book. As they explain it, find book blogs (like those on tumblr!) that speak to your interests and get you excited about picking up books. Other people’s enthusiasm goes a long way in encouraging you to also pick up a book to read!

5) If you can, find other avid readers and friends who you feel comfortable sitting in silence with! One of my favorite memories ever is sitting on my friend’s back porch and trading the books of the KARE First Love manga series back and forth. We played peaceful music in the background and so we were spending time as friends AND getting reading done. This lead us to discuss our favorite scenes and how we felt about certain translations (literally just because we like how to guy asked the main girl out in the online scantalation better than the printed book rip). But we ended up really getting into this series that in all honesty is kind of silly (despite the soft spot I have in my heart for it) and we joke about it all the time. Reading and socializing in one!

6) And speaking of manga…it’s always a great bridge for getting back into reading when it’s been a while, as are graphic novels! If you haven’t ever tried manga or graphic novels and don’t think it’s your rap at least give them a chance! I thought I hated them until I read Fullmetal Alchemist and fell in l o v e! You’re getting a story and doing some reading, but the pictures really help to ease you in so that you’re not necessarily devoting the same attention that you would be with a novel that’s just pages of text. As such, each volume is pretty quick depending on how long you linger on the drawings. If you already do love manga/graphic novels, then try picking up a new series you’ve been interesting in or rereading a series you already know you like!

Here are some graphic novel recommendations!

Nimona by Noelle Stevenson (a story that does a fun take on the idea of the “bad guy” - it actually gave me way more feels than expected, and I loved the art style)

The new Ms. Marvel series written by G. Willow Wilson and illustrated by Adrian Alphona (so do not confuse this with the old Ms. Marvel, this one is better in my opinion because our hero is your average teenage Muslim girl living in Jersey City and it’s refreshing, amazing, adds diversity to the typically white/male dominated world of superheroes, and I am unabashedly in love with one of the main characters, Bruno)

Umbrella Academy written by Gerard Way and illustrated by Gabriel Ba (this does another more twisted/dark take on the idea of the superhero story, if that’s something more up your alley. It’s the first book of a series I’ve really been loving lately, plus I trust Gerard Way’s taste in comics unequivocally and he wrote it so that’s a yes in my book!)

American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang (the intertwining stories of an American-Chinese boy trying to figure out his place in the world and the Monkey King of Chinese fable)

I did not include a special section for manga recommendations because most of what I read is probably not the sort of stuff to dive into after having reader’s block. Overall, the realm of shoujo might be a good place to look (things like Skip Beat!, Blue Spring Ride, Fruits Basket, and Kimi ni Todoke. Ouran High School Host Club and Dengeki Daisy were ones I really enjoyed too.)I also recently read Orange which is a fairly short series and easy to read - I loved it but major depression/suicide/mental illness tws there.In terms of shonen, Hunter x Hunter would be a good one because not only is it amazing, but it’s broken up into shorter yet very distinct story arcs which I feel would be easier if you’re trying to get back into reading. If someone has some more recs tho, please add!

7) Another variation of manga/graphic novels is online webtoons, which are basically digitized comics. I have recently discovered them and think they’re the best. things. ever. If you’re like me and you have a horrible habit of lying in bed scrolling absently through your phone before going to bed and after waking up, this might be good for you. I have slowly been replacing my mindless Facebook scrolling with scrolling through webtoons, which has been so amazing for my mental health! My favorite app is literally just called Webtoon or maybe Line Webtoon (the icon in the app store is a green speech bubble that says “Webtoon”).

For most webtoons, chapters are generally pretty short so it doesn’t take a lot of focus but once again, you’re still reading, and you’re still getting a good story, all while laying fetal position like you might while scrolling through Facebook or texting people before bed. Not to mention you’re supporting amazingly talented artists/individuals who are oftentimes not published and doing this for fun or with the hopes of eventually being published, so you can say you followed them from the start! Also since they update only a few times a week, it gives you something to look forward to on random days.

Here are my favorite story-oriented webtoons currently:

Assassin Roommate by Monica Gallagher. Super cute and quirky romance with a great female lead, also really great in terms of body diversity, and LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON I LOOK FORWARD TO TUESDAYS, THE DREADFUL DAY AFTER MONDAY

My Dear Cold-Blooded King by limelight. Just started this but it seems pretty cool??? The author has paired up with a musician so all the chapters have music which is lit af if I do say so myself

Silk and Briar by paragoing-paragon. I think this is on hiatus but it’s shaping up to be a brilliantly-constructed fantasy story with some crazy twists and turns

instantmiso’s stuff is also really popular (Where Tangents Meet and Siren’s Lament). It’s not as much up my alley as it is pretty fluffy romance and I’m not crazy about the writing, but she is an incredibly talented artist and has great music with her chapters. Her stuff is super good for an easy read without a ton of brain power/commitment, but I say that with immense respect for her talent and abilities!

Cheese in the Trap by soonkki. This was also made into a K-Drama so I read the series and threw a little watch-party with some of my friends from my Korean class! Super good series and another great way to enjoy reading AND be social!

Here are the webtoons that are more “Sunday newspaper funnies” style, where each chapter is a mini story:

Bluechair by Shen (this is WILDLY popular and I totally see why!!! These are hilarious and have cheered me up on many a rough night!!!)

Sapphie: The One-Eyed Cat by joho (feel-good, cute comic about cats that’s also pretty funny. I shamelessly read like a hundred chapters in one sitting.)

If none of this is appealing to you, there is always the audio option! If the actual act of your eyes scanning the page is difficult because you can’t focus on anything, there are a lot of options in this realm!

8) Local libraries usually have an audiobook section that is deeply neglected, but holds some secret treasures! Whenever I go on roadtrips, I always pick up two or three before I head out. They’re also perfect for when you do mindless tasks like sorting/folding laundry, walking a dog if you have one, waiting in long lines, or on your commute to and from school or work or any other similar activities.

What’s cool is you can search for audiobooks based both on books you actually want to read, and whoever is narrating it. I know Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz had a super popular audiobook because Lin Manuel Miranda narrated it. If you want to pay, Audible is one of the most popular paid platforms for audiobooks. I haven’t personally used it, but it seems to be quite successful. One way or another, audiobooks are a good way to get back into reading without having to budget extra time to sit down with a book.

9) Podcasts can also help if you haven’t already explored those and are open to! Not all podcasts are TED talks, or political debates, or generally academic, or whatever they are stereotyped as. There are a ton that feel just like audiobooks, or at the very least like a play without any visuals. There’s a script and there’s a story and I know it’s helped me ease back into a mindset that preps me for reading because much like audiobooks you can listen to them all the time (I do so while cooking dinner and walking to classes) and it helps your mind switch from reality to the world of a story with relative ease if that makes sense. I’m pretty new to podcasts myself so don’t have a ton to recommend, but here’s what I’ve been enjoying….

Podcasts to look into:

Anything written by Mac Rogers. That includes The Message, Afterlife, and Steal the Stars. Personally, I like Steal the Stars and The Message more that Afterlife. They’re all sci-fi stories that are generally told from one perspective but you get to know amazing characters and I was not expecting the twists and turns. And Steal the Stars is still coming out so jump on the bandwagon now lol

The Adventure Zone from Justin, Travis and Griffin McElroy at My Brother, My Brother and Me (another podcast which I have not listened to). The Adventure Zone is actually them playing Dungeons and Dragons, but they’re funny as all get out (the last place I lived had a communal kitchen for dozens of people and I was always laughing like and idiot while listening to this and making dinner and I’m pretty sure everyone thought I was nuts). Eventually the Dungeon Master gets super into the story telling and they script some of it with cool music. It’s really amazing and has a nice balance between story/characters but also the element of “real people” as they’re a bunch of brothers and they’re dad all just having fun. It’s a good bridge to getting back into reading.

Welcome to Nightvale is always a classic. It’s a bit trippy for me but tons of people enjoy it. The same team also produced a podcast called Alice Isn’t Dead. I honestly know nothing about it but one of my friends always raves about it, so it has his vote!

10) And okay so here’s my last suggestion. It might feel like a bit of a cop-out because I guess it kind of is, but it often works for me. So here it is. Sometimes it just helps to sit down and remember why you like to read in the first place. The fact that you’re actively trying to get back into it isn’t meaningless. It’s a very willful decision. So what is driving you? Maybe it’s because…

reading is an escape or a way for you to cope with difficult things in your life. This can be anything from mental illness, to school/work stress, to relationship dissatisfaction, difficult family or economic situations. Maybe you just are bored of our planet earth. Sometimes you might just need to be transported into another world for whatever reason and that is totally okay.

or reading inspires you to live your best life. Maybe there’s some character in a book you love that you look up to and aspire to be. Remember that passion you had when you were first getting to know that character, and that sense of being understood or finding a role model. Maybe you want to go on an adventure as wild as that character went on and that’s your idea of living your best life. Whatever the reason is, this sort of inspiration is a powerful emotion that books make us feel and sometimes that’s also a good reason to reread a book that’s inspired you.

and I don’t know, maybe you’re a writer yourself and you draw inspiration from reading in that sense. The more you read, the more you learn about what sort of writing you like and don’t like, and you grow stronger in your craft. Good readers help make good writers (but also don’t take that to mean that if you happen to be a writer and you’ve been in a book rut for a long time that you own skills are waning. we all get in book ruts and that’s okay. maybe it’s time to seek out a new source of inspiration in a different genre or new writer)

or perhaps you simply love stories. Maybe you breathe stories like other people breathe air and you can’t imagine that side of you not existing. If you’re one of these people, that makes reader’s block twice as hard. But that doesn’t mean that if you’re not turning pages that you’re not absorbing stories. Take it slowly and ease back into it with things I already mentioned like podcasts and webtoons.

One way or another, you’ll find your way back. Maybe this post will spark something. Maybe it won’t, and it will take another few months for you to really feel gungho about reading again. That’s all okay. Take your time. Enjoy being with friends and other activities. Do what’s healthiest and what works best for you. And eventually you’ll get back to reading a ton. However it happens, I wish you the best of luck!

#ask #asks #amazingdanseptiplier #bookworm #book worm #reading #books #booklr #recommendations #book recs #readers block #advice #literature #podcasts #manga #graphic novels #audio books #my post #mine

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yesyunniechan · 7 years

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Magic Kaito Chapter 35 [English Translation]

The Great Thief is

Caught in the jaws of death!!

TN: I fail the naru-naru pattern, I know :c

[Eh?!]

A: Ka.... Kaito?!

K: A, no, that's...

A: Aoko... Aoko knew it...

K: Ehh?!

[Aoko has uncovered his identity?! Kid's in trouble!!]

A: Aoko bets you disguised as Kaito to upset Aoko...

A: But Aoko won't fall for this!!

K: Heh?

A: Geez! Remove this disguise already and show your true face!!

K: Wha... Wait...

K: Just what you'd expect of Nakamori-keibu's daughter.... What a power of observance...

(Close one...)

A: So Aoko was right...

K: Let's focus on the matter at hand...

K: If we don't get out of here, we'll never get to know...

K: Why we were brought here...

K: And locked down, right?

A: R-really?

K: But don't worry...

K: Look at the tiles...

K: All of these are square-shaped, but this one is slightly short...

K: Which means the wall...

K: Can probably be pushed...

K: Here, just like I said...

A: T-the wall moved and revealed a door!

K: So, young miss, ladies first...

K: You're welcome to go in ahead of...

K: ..me?!

A: Aoko suspects that you're letting Aoko go first...

A: To check whether there are any traps!

K: A selfie stick... She was keeping it in her bag?..

A: Come on, move it!

K: Okay, okay...

K: I-it's full of columns?

[Ehh?!]

H: Kaito Kid showed up 4 hours prior to the promised heist time, ...

H: Stole the Kannon Statue with Aoko-san, and escaped?!

N: Y-yeah... A giant pitfall appeared on the floor!!

N: He said he'd come to let us know that this statue is worthless and he thus won't waste his time with it, and then what?!

H: Worthless?

Y: That's what the thief told you, right?

Y: That thieves are liars...

H: Who's this nun?

N: This is Niwano Yasuyo, the chief priestress, responsible for organizing the exhibition of the Kannon statue with a jewel, that was Kid's next goal!

H: And why were civilians that could potentially interfere with police work allowed to enter the crime scene?

N: The one who came late have no rights to complain!!

H: I was assembling MPD's motorcycle police experts... took me some time...

N: And why the motorcycle police?

H: That aside...

H: Kid built a pitfall like that, yet you somehow never noticed it?

N: Yeah... But to be fair, this pitfall was set up by the same person responsible for the steel cage surrounding the museum, a man by the name of Arizato Juuken... I've only just been told...

Y: Maybe he was asked to set up a pitfall in an attempt to catch Kid?

Y: Arizato Juuken is an excellent technician, and was tasked with repairing our Nagekomidou...

H: In other words, the controller for this pitfall must have been stolen by Kid...

H: Then he must have opened the pit to stage his getaway with the Kannon statue...

N: Yeah... then he landed in the container of the truck that was parked in the basement parking lot right below us...

N: One of Kid's henchmen must have driven the truck... and that's how they escaped!!

H: Sounds like Aoko-san wasn't kidnapped so much as she got caught in the middle...

N: We tried to pin down Aoko's phone's GPS, but can't get a signal... That damn Kid, he's probably using some kind of signal jammer!

H: I see... a signal jammer, huh...

A: Nothing... No signal...

A: What do we do?..

K: Op... hop...

A: Hey, what are you doing?!

K: T-there two pillars are the only ones with so little space between them...

K: There's a small inscription written on the ceiling, so I tried to get closer and read it...

K: But I'm not exactly at my best today...

A: Then Aoko shall use her smartphone and her selfie stick...

A: It should be readable with a close-up, right?

A: Uwah, it's out of the focus... not readable at all...

K: Eye drops...

A: Eh?

K: I-if you place a small droplet of your anti-allergen eye drops on the smartphone's lense... I-It should magnify it...

A: How did you know that Aoko has eye-drops?!

K: T-thieves know everything...

A: Geez... Aoko always needs to keep her guard up around you...

A: Wa-ah! Awesome! It really took a picture!!

A: It says 'push'!

K: T-then please... try pushing the part of the ceiling with the letters... with a selfie stick...

A: O-okay!

A: It's open! The door has opened!

K: I-I see..

A: You... really don't look good...

K: Damn... Between the blood loss and the pain... I'm on the verge of passing out...

A: W-well, Aoko shall lend you her shoulder!

K: S-sorry...

A: A-and this one is full of zabuton?!

A: Hey, what's this... what's this supposed to mean...

TN: Zabuton - floor cushions

A: K-Kid?!

[What?! You still haven't found the truck?!]

[Because it happened so long before the heist, you hadn't set up the checkpoints?!]

N: Find it! My daughter is in there!!

Y: Well then, I'll return to the shrine for now..

Y: Please let me know if you find the Kannon statue...

N: As! I! Said! Get some boots on the ground and find anyone who might have spotted Arizato Juuken's truck!!

H: If they're were moving while using that signal jammer...

H: Somebody on the SNS must have...

H: There!

H: This person’s phone signal was cut off...

[I was waiting at Futaba-cho's crosswalk, and lost signal! How terrible!]

[My condolences :)]

H: There are a lot more...

H: If I combine the time when each message was uploaded and the location from which they were sent, I may be able to chart a course...

[2 hours ago: I was playing a game on my smartphone when it randomly crashed! I'm enraged! I'm never crossing Nishihara-cho's crosswalk again!]

[1 hour ago: Did something happen at Nishiki-cho? My phone has no signal... (^^;)

[1 hour ago: Scary! My phone suddenly blacked out! Is Miyazawa-cho prone to earthquakes?]

[57 mins ago: I was hanging out at Hinode-cho, and was watching soccer on my smartphone... then the connection cut out and I missed a goal (TT)]

H: The latest message was sent from Hinode, 57 minutes ago...

H: Given their recent course, the next turn they'll take is either towards Lake Sagami, or towards Okutama... maybe...

H: Hm? A call?

H: From Akako-san?

H: Hello? Sorry, but I'm in the middle of something right now...

A: A pure white room...

TN: Ok, that gave me a headache. Literally it’s: sky+high. So I kinda assumed ‘high in skies’. But how can it be high in skies?.. So I started googling. Apparently, tentakai means ‘no clouds’, ‘blissful sky’. And probably is used here as an adjective to the ‘white color’. Hope I’m not mistaken :3

H: Eh?

A: That's where Kaito Kid is... If you want to catch him, you should head there immediately!

H: Sorry, what's the source of this information?

A: The leader of the miserable and arrogant that heaven rejected... The great Lucifer...

L: As per the crimson contract, I guided you towards the soul of the criminal in white...

L: What will you grant me in return?

A: This isn't enough information, so our contract is void...

L: Eh?

A: Begone!

L: E-e-eh...

S: Akako-sama... You've been using your powers too much... You should rest...

A: Don't worry... I'll be here for just a bit longer...

A: Because I can't allow Kuroba-kun and this girl...

A: To stay together alone...

A: For much longer!!

A: Hey, hang in there! Kaito Kid!

A: Eh? Blood?

A: Could it be that... when we fell into the pit... he protected Aoko...

A: Kid...

A: No! No!!

A: This guy is the criminal behind all of dad's troubles!

A: He's a bad guy!!

A: But.. what should Aoko do? This room...

A: Aoko thinks she has to do something with all the zabutons laying on the floor... but they all look the same...

A: Look the same?

K: Okay, Aoko! Draw a card!

A: Then... this one!

K: Now remember what card you drew, and....

K: Put it on here!

A: Okay!

K: And now... I shuffle them...

K: An-nd... Aoko's card is...

K: The Ace of Hearts!!

A: Ah! No way! How did you know?

K: It's easy...

K: Look, I'll show you...

K: A lot of cards have a different layout for the upright position!

K: So when Aoko pulled a card...

K: I inverted all my remaining cards and put Aoko's card in there.... so it's easy to tell which one it was!

K: That's why, though they all look identical at a glance...

K: If you look clo-o-osely, they're all different!

A: Look clo-o-osely, and you'll find the difference...

A: Right, Aoko's mom used to tell...

A: Zabuton have sides... the one without a stitch is the front!

A: Er-r... Stitch... Stitch...

A: Found it! Only this zabuton is different from the others!

A: So if Aoko turns it around... it should fit the rest...

A: Uwa-ah... This door has a lot of keyholes....

A: Ah? Something is written on the handle...

A: 'The keyhole which is symmetrical both left and right is the genuine....'

K: I see... So that's how it is...

[Kid saw the truth... but hey, are you OK?!]

#detective conan #dcmk #magic kaito #magic kaito has less text they say #i look at you and i cry at you #35 #aoko is surely not dumb #if aoko fall for kaito kid #we will have a funny love triangle #also a lot of phone messages #why #don't die kaito #this is giving me samizu kichiemon vibes #sorry for the late release #sob #damn you to hell akako #with your language #sob sob

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fooboo24 · 7 years

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me thoughts on the whole “six years later”

honestly idk. i just feel the need to clarify my feelings on the (possible) situation with b//ell/arke, b//ec/ho, and b//ra/ven.

rambling and speculation under the cut

first off, i am as big of ho for b/ell//arke as any out there, let this be known. do i think it has a large chance of happening in show? absolutely. beyond my own otp emotions hoping that it will, evidence and practicality suggest it will end up canon/endgame. it’s just a matter of when.

i do not ship b//e/cho. echo has treated bellamy awfully the majority of the time they have known each other, and bellamy actively distrusts her and probably holds some underlying hatred towards her for what she did to octavia. it’s not a great ship as it was left for now in show.

as for b//rav//en, i have no particularly emotion towards it. i think it could be cute, but considering how much of a diehard bellarke shipper i am, im not exactly singing praises to gods to make br/ave/n canon. however, they have the strongest basis for becoming canon after be/ll/ark/e, i find.

further elaboration, now with consideration to the timeskip and events of the season four finale.

clarke doesn’t know if bellamy is alive, though she knows there is a chance, no matter how small, that he has, and she clings to this. bellamy, on the other hand, believes that clarke is entirely dead, given what we know (i doubt he ever received any of clarke’s radio messages, because if he had, then he would have been on the ground as immediately as possible given resources and time passed). he does not have that same sliver of possibility like clarke does, and therefore probably spent a good deal time (potentially literal years) absolutely despaired over the situation and how he “failed” clarke. bellamy feels shit deep, too. he would likely -not- allow himself to get over it for a long time, beyond not being able to to begin with. so, bellamy spends a lot of time upset and grieving up in space, and in marches potential b/ech/o and br/ave/n.

my thoughts for be/cho involve it beginning as a “vent” for bellamy. he’s frustrated emotionally, both by clarke and his role and the difficulty of living in space, and physically, too, probs - he’s prob restless after spending so long running around like a gazelle in the forests on earth and now he’s trapped on the goddamn ark again, and it’s stifling. and honestly, the dude’s gonna be sexually frustrated, too, lbr. he’s gonna need an outlet, and i think echo could be that. i’m not gonna rule out echo here, she’s her own character, too - she has a great potential to become a “good guy” and redeem herself to bellamy and the others, and the audience, too. i don’t like her much right now, but i’m interested to see where her character might go, especially now that her actress is a series regular.

echo is in a somewhat similar situation to bellamy, though her distress is more pronounced in certain areas. she inevitably probably has ghosts floating about regarding people she “left” on the ground/never got a proper goodbye with, chiefly roan, i think, whom she didn’t really have time to sort out her feelings for (not necessarily romantic, i’m not implying that, but she obviously cared for roan, she was loyal to him both officially and probably personally). beyond this, she proves to be understandably frightened about going to space, looking quite terrified when in the shuttle and raven starts floating in zero g. having been born, raised, and lived on earth all her life, this situation is incredibly stressful, even more so given how long they will be up there is very uncertain, being anywhere from five years to much longer. like bellamy, she’ll have adjustment issues, but even worse than him given that earth and the freedom that came with it is all she’s ever known, and now she’s been confined indefinitely to this stuffy, foreign space station for an indefinite amount of time. for her, it is entirely strange. at least for the others (beyond emori), they are returning to a familiar place, even if it holds negative connotations for some more than others - overall, it was once “home” for bellamy, murphy, harper, and monty for all of their lives up until two (?) or so years ago (i’m assuming it’s been roughly two years since they were ejected to the ground). echo has no attachment or idea of this place. she’s anxious and terrified, things i cannot fault her for considering the situation.

so, here we are: bellamy and echo are both restless and frustrated. they don’t have the greatest relationship, but they’re going to have to learn to get along, in the very least, considering the need to cooperate for their situation and because it’s not going to help if things worsen. overall, the both need an outlet, because it’s equally as non-conducive if they are so worked up they can’t think or operate. so, the opportunity presents itself, given enough time has passed that respective tensions can no longer last and/or that they both have numbed enough to the point where it works out well enough, that they could become each other’s “vents”. i, personally, think this is one of the most viable way that b/ech/o could start. they live in close quarters, constantly interact to some degree, and at first, there’s a suitable enough emotional disconnect between them that it works out well. they’re both young and raring (lmao), and given that two out of the four girls on the station are taken, bellamy’s options are echo or raven (and we’re discussing b/ech/o right now, so raven’s irrevelant for now). emotionally, they may not have much going on, but physically, attraction could be there.

so, yeah, they start banging. why not, they’re both consenting adults - it’s not emotionally the best but it helps ease mounting stress and makes living up in the station a lot more bearable. so, personal assumptions here, say bellamy does his thing grieving over clarke/tiding himself over for two years and echo is off doing her thing, working out excessively to distract herself from thoughts of earth, but at some point it snaps and they’re both there, so they go for it. they fool around whenever they feel like it for a year or so, and it works out fine. i think echo would become more emotionally attached/dependent first, as she comes to improve her relationship with bellamy and begins to trust him more (and vice versa). in the past, she’s expressed the want for bellamy’s approval (think 4x01 - “think you’ll ever trust me again?” “i doubt it.” or something along the lines of that), and she has the most personal history with him, so she’s more willing to rely on him emotionally with all of her stuff going on. bellamy, i think, would still be a lot more detached and it would take more time to allow himself to open up, given he is still probably hung up on clarke (one doesn’t even have to interpret this romantically, but also just in a friendly/partner-sense - i consider it both, because bel/ar/ke is more than just the one or the other) and has other people he trusts more beyond echo, especially raven (and monty), that he can divulge personal issues to more easily and openly. they’ve all known each other longer/been through more/been positively involved for longer, it’s only natural. but it’s not impossible that he might allow some (not all) walls to fall down given enough time (and six years in more than enough for something - or even the beginnings of something - to form) and as he sees echo genuinely open up to him. so, he thinks clarke is dead, and there’s nothing he can do about that, nothing he can do to resolve his feelings for and about her ultimately, and though it was not born of ideal circumstances, he is now involved with another he might be able to legitimately move forward with. he may not move on completely, inevitably will think back to clarke sometimes and fall into a pit again for a bit or longer, may dwell on her memory, but he doesn’t have to stay miserable and cornered off forever. so, maybe, he begins to allow himself to carry on with echo, and things are kind of chill and calm and happy for a bit between them. depending on when and how things happen, by the time they go down to earth again, it’s not preposterous to consider that he and echo may have committed to a legit relationship, and that he’s not as tied down to how he felt about clarke, because she’s “gone”. i love be/l/larke to death, but i also want everybody to be content and happy, understand this, and though i love that Spicy Drama that comes with bellamy not being able to let clarke go entirely, i do think he would eventually attempt to settle himself and find happiness, if not by himself, then by the urging and intervention of the others.

how this plays out is still up in the air, as is all of this. is it inevitable he will be extremely shaken up by finding out clarke is a live and well, and she will most definitely likely take a forefront in all his emotions and actions, leading to echo being sidelined. echo herself will be dealing with the reality of returning to earth, but will also understandably be upset by being potentially ignored by bellamy, especially given if she has become more attached than he. as things settle, he will be faced with the need to choose between clarke and echo, even if it may be a struggle between all three forces in the end - out of my personal opinion (and being a be/lar/ke ho), i think how he feels about clarke will be too much to ignore and will easily overpower his relationship (i think “making up for lost time” will be a big thing with be/lla/rke in season five), or lack thereof, with echo, ultimately leading to the dissolution of b/ec/ho and the beginning of our endgame canon be/l/larke. i think it would be difficult for bellamy to justify staying with echo when clarke has suddenly been reinserted in his life, because no one will quite be on clarke’s level to him - not even raven, who is his next closest relationship. i do not think even six years, some double or three times longer than he has known clarke, would be enough to place someone else on the same pedestal clarke occupies in his heart. i’m not saying someone couldn’t work their way up to a similar position, i def think raven could, but the fact of the matter is that it will not be the same as clarke’s, or comparable just by so many factors. they are both important, but on different levels (i liken it to have two children - they both occupy places of their own in your heart, and to compare them is just not realistic or possible to oneself. they are both important, and just because one “came first” doesn’t diminish the “worth” of the second). clarke is bellamy’s partner in a lot of ways he would never relegate to another, though he may allow another to build themselves up to a similar state with and to him.

NOW, with most of my thoughts about b/ec/ho articulated (i think lmao), i’ll now go on about br/ave/n. first and foremost, bellamy’s next strongest relationship (outside of clarke, octavia, and kane - just people on the station) is with raven. they are good friends, have been for years, trust each other well, support each other, and work together easily and efficiently. they already have a strong relationship and friendship. honestly, i do not think that there is a romantic basis at “this” point in their relationship - i.e., where they are at this point on the station. back in season one, they slept together. raven was upset about finn putting her off and knowing about him and clarke, and bellamy did not have any particular affinity towards raven beyond an inclination to getting laid - if she wanted to have sex with him, that was fine for him, at the time. after this, the moment has never been extensively brought up and clearly both raven and bellamy are past it, having worse things to worry about and being mature enough to realize that it didn’t mean much more than a quick bang with no romantic connotations when neither were at particular peaks in their lives. beyond this, they have grown a solid friendship with ignorance to it.

so, switch to them on the station. once again, bellamy thinks clarke is dead, and so does raven, whom both were very close to. on the station, they are the ones who will feel clarke’s loss the hardest out of the seven of them on board. unlike with echo, bellamy will be much more immediate and open to expressing his feelings to raven because of the previously established closeness there, and likely vice versa. i do still believe that either way, bellamy will understandably take his sweet time grieving clarke regardless of whom he “goes” with or opens up to. raven, too. she will take her own separate time to process clarke’s “death”, but i think she’d be more open with bellamy first over it considering she is a fairly honest character. i feel as though she would talk to him first, because he’d be able to understand the best, and that after some time, he would be comfortable enough venting about clarke back. for sure, they will be the other’s best support system in all they do on the ark.

now, it’s possible that they might “start” the same way b/ech/o would, aka, sexually. it’d be a vent, but with an initial fondness there that would not exist, at first or at all, with bellamy and echo. again, they’re mature adults with a positive, solid basis for what could happen between them. they know how to appropriately separate their sexual relationship from their friendship, and, if they should want to, mix them. but a part of me thinks that their relationship would be much more gradual, as bellamy and raven both find emotional relief in each other by confessing and venting their frustrations in a way that would not force bellamy into a point of total emotional breakdown given a situation where he is unable to express himself in a healthy way like he could have with raven.

so, years go by, and the blow of the loss of clarke for both is softened by their mutual support of each other. their relationship only grows fonder and stronger, a healthy bond long since established. and one day, maybe, when they are alone and comfortable and genuinely happy with each other, a kiss happens. over a bit more time, it happens more, little changes and shifts that display their interest in each other. there’s nothing wrong with this, they’re extremely close, have been for years, and if any characters deserve thorough and total respect and happiness, it’s raven and bellamy (-especially- raven!!!!!). this is where i begin to wobble a bit in my thoughts regarding ships. in a situation like this or similarly, i could really genuinely get behind br/ave/n. it’d be hella cute and entirely warranted and healthy, a rare display on television, though my b/e//l/lark/e heart would scream woe at this revelation. i would not be totally upset if this happened, whereas i’d be more irritable about b/ech/o if done poorly.

so, bellamy and raven have thing going, they express their romantic interest in each other, and enter a real relationship. i think this would also be a relatively healing relationship for both - again, i still think clarke would be on bellamy’s mind, but maybe lesser so with a stronger, consistent relationship with raven going on at the forefront. they may go as far to fall in love with each other and actively express this fact to each other - the reality is, they may legitimately resolve to be together permanently and forever, regardless of everything else (you know, not at the time knowing about clarke about to come back into their lives lmao). problems arise a lot more severely when you factor in clarke again, though, in a way that they cannot with b/ech/o given a lack of history.

okay, so, both learn that clarke is alive and well, and they are excited about being with her again. i do not think that raven would have issues with bellamy being ecstatic to find and be with clarke - she knows they are close, as she is with clarke, and considering how perceptive she is, she is likely the character with the most insight into how bellamy and clarke truly, deeply felt about each other. she knew they cared, and with the romantic aspect considered here (this is a shippy post after all), she knew that bellamy may have potentially loved clarke, and vice versa. she knows that he may still, in a way, and even maybe again immediately with the whole sudden influx of emotions that would come with her being back in their lives. however, she also knows that bellamy loves her, too, and is committed to her, as she is him. she trusts him, and he trusst her - she knows he will not stray and trusts in clarke that she will not overstep her boundaries once clarifications have been made and asserted however way they might. it’s all understandable, there’s a lot going on, but they’re not children, and there is trust there for all.

but this is where things become a little messy, depending on how the situation plays out. possibly, neither bellamy nor clarke are able to separate their feelings from the other, and while this is expressed, i think they have more than enough maturity and respect for each other and raven to -not- act on them. they may insinuate or even outright admit after all that has gone on, for everyone’s sake, but i HIGHLY doubt they would go behind raven’s back, even at their most emotional, because raven simply does NOT deserve that, and if the writers did that, i’d be pissed, even being a fervid be/ll/ark/e shipper. raven deserves so much better, and i hope she will get it in spades. clarke and raven had already been in a similar situation with finn some eight years ago or so, and if my memory serves me correctly, clarke absolutely backed off from raven and finn once she learned what was going on and denied finn despite his repeated advances while he was still with raven. so, from this we know that clarke is unlikely to do anything behind backs, even given how much more strongly she feels for bellamy than she did finn. raven does not need to, once again, go through the paranoia and pain of a lover going behind her back to be with another, especially her closest female friend now at this.

they are all far past the drama of late-teens/early-young adulthood at this point, and are mature enough to not muddy relationships needlessly. bellamy is also not the type to carelessly pursue without appropriate consideration and tact examined situationally. more than this, i like to think that he legitimately loves both clarke and raven in this situation, and would not want to hurt either. he would have a monstrous decision to make, and either way, someone would be spurned, most of all raven should she be broken up with. given how well things are handled, i think if the situation is built up well enough, that it may be realistic for him to choose either one.

but at the same time, i do not think it’s much of an excessive stretch to think that in a sudden burst of emotion upon meeting again or having been together for a while afterwards, that bellamy and clarke may have a moment, one they may both regret and not. raven is not stupid, she would pick up on trying to keep it hidden/push away feelings easily, or bellamy and clarke might be straightforward about what happened in a way that places them all in the same situation as above - a choice needing to be made and someone inevitably coming out hurt in the end. even if all avenues were taken to avoid hurt or anything happening, i think raven may become understandably jealous or unsettled about bellamy and clarke’s closeness as they reacquainted and possibly became... quite friendly and involved.

OR! maybe bellamy would end it with both, wishing to prevent as much damage as possible, and try to take time to sort it all out alone for everyone’s sake. or maybe he won’t get with anyone, though i doubt it will be that easy, honestly. if he does get with raven, i want it done right. i want her respected, and if he ultimately chooses clarke, then i want it to be handled well and realistically in a way that isn’t unnecessarily cruel to her. if he chooses raven overall, then let him commit to her fully and utterly in the way they both deserve, in a way that allows him to get over clarke and clarke to get over him but still be best friends, and for raven to rest easy and be content and happy with him. if he gets with echo, let it be fleshed out well and carried out with some level of mutual respect and fondness between them, instead of simply being shoehorned jealousy drama fodder (same for raven!!!!!). and hey, if he gets with clarke overall, let it be well done! overall, above all, just let any of them be done WELL.

on a separate topic, and my final blabbing, the idea of bellamy having a kid with either raven or echo because “oh clarke ‘has’ a kid now with maddie”... i REALLY don’t like this for multiple reasons. first, it feels like it would be way too melodramatic and unrealistic in a lot of ways - their technical situation up in the station is precarious and difficult enough as it is, without adding a child into the mix - that’s without going into how that would drastically alter the unresolved personal issues of it all (i’ll not go into details about how these relationships would change with a potential child in the mix, because that’s a whole other can of worms that i’m not ready or currently willing to open, considering how seriously it would change the scheme of it all). up on the ark, there is very limited resources for just the seven of them, let alone a baby or two. and the issue of getting back to earth with additional passengers that young (or at all) just complicates it even further. ultimately, i think that, most of all, bellamy and raven would have more than enough sense to prevent a pregnancy and child, even if they get involved (there’s gotta be some condoms left on the ark somewhere... and even if not, raven or echo are more than smart enough to regulate themselves pretty sharply... all of them are, for they all [guys included] realize the severity of it all) - they’d probably be pretty vigilant about not wanting one with all the stress of everything going on around them, at least not on the ark. for harper and monty and emori and murphy, though, i can see maybe having a kid - most of all, emori and murphy. but i feel like it’d be a total accident and it’d be just the once, because they literally -cannot- afford to expend their resources excessively in a way that they would need to to accommodate a child. ultimately, while i COULD in theory understand a child happening, as it’s not entirely out of the scope of reality, i just don’t think it would happen and that it would be a cheap pull made by the writers to give bellamy one.

okay, that’s alllllllllllllll of my two cents on the situation, i think. this is -really- fuckin long (!!!!!!!!!!! over 4000 words!? ...this is also not proofread, lmao...), and i think i might have convinced myself into slightly shipping br/av//en... but either way, here it is. i doubt anyone has read this far, for there’s not really any reason to, but if you have, i commend you, i really do.

well, that’s it, i’m out. peace.

#riley shit #bellarke #tagging in that tag because it's relevant for me and because this is a bellarke positive post #slashes in the ship names because i dont think it's necessary for this to pop up in searches #me: i need to go to bed #also me: i need to write a disseration about fucking the 100 ships at like 5am in the morning #the 100

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TIFI Chapter 1.7 Coup de Legacy

I think that’s a fitting title.

In this chapter, I go on a roller coaster.

This is an ominous beginning. And don’t be fooled, the household is so big it can’t handle a thumbnail.

Reeses cares more about the kids than their own parents.

Reeses: “If I kill this child, would I be the next in line for heir?”

Lollipop: “Try me bitch.”

For whatever reason, Twix is always geting in trouble and I never actually see her do anything. Although there was a trap in the bathroom for like two chapters that no one has hit yet (These gross peons don’t wash their hands after they use the toilet!) that I think she put there.

Twix: “Watcher, why do I have to stand in the GROSS TOILET AREA?”

Yes, I am making the watcher from Sims Medieval their god.

Someone left their smol animal in the snow and it might be dying. I’m not sure.

Pocky: “If it’s a dog can I has it?”

Pocky has the dog lover trait and I don’t know if my game can handle the size of this household and pets at the same time.

Someone used the toy chest Issy wished for! Wow. I think that’s Twix?

ISSY FOR THE LOVE OF-

Abraham is questioning his life choices. Most notably: the one where he married the baby factory.

Issy wanted a party, so I did a party. This was actually a lot of fun.

I DIDN’T INVITE YOU GET LOST.

Beau: “THE VOICES, THEY SPEAK! I LISTEN NOT TO THEIR CRIES”

MOCHI.

Don’t be fooled, Reeses peed himself at the same exact time as Mochi. -10 for me.

Reeses: “Who is this Reeses fellow who peed himself? I know no such candy man.”

This is the fun part where everyone gets presents, and Twix gets about ten because she just kept grabbing.

Screenshots to prove it.

Twix received three of the bee things, three toy ovens, three or four bears, and potentially a few more things I forgot about. Reeses got the video game, Mochi the easel, and I think Pocky got the fishbowl.

Pretty fairy girl is pretty. I hope she makes nice kids to outgrow the ugly townies. Like Connor there. Connor married Tori Kimura in this chapter, somewhere, since Fiona McOld died and Iqbal Aldied.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

Lollipop: “Strange human, release me.”

Also, I think that’s the Langerak boy crushing on KitKat.

Connor tell your son to STOP.

You know, Claire’s daughter hasn’t had much luck with her face these last few games I’ve played. Claire died this chapter. Actually, a lot of old people died.

I wonder if the graves slow my game?

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY HEIR.

Yeah, that better be as far as you go.

Even in the winter, people still enjoy the sandbox. That’s the Langerak kid who likes KitKat.

Right, Snickers still exists by the way. This is him. He aged up. I forgot about him.

Snickers: “If not for my good trait, I may have snapped and killed everyone here.”

o-O

This is the kid of the guy who Issy tried to flirt with when Abraham was playing hard to stalk get. I think he also liked one of the girls. Dunno.

Look, here’s Twix getting in trouble again! I don’t know why.

Snickers: *Snickering* “You’re in the way of the garbage.”

Twix: “Don’t you forget. I’m mean-spirited. I will make you c r y.”

I realized KitKat was missing. Here she is, on a random lawn doing homework.

Here is a kid who looks like he might break his neck. I don’t know whose kid this is. Sorry.

Abraham might burn down the house.

Abraham did not burn the house down. However he has like a level 6 or 7 logic skill and is still level 2 in the medical career. Abraham pls.

Also, that bush. That is the murder bush.

I don’t care about the points I’ll lose: SOMEONE DIE.

Ah, our first victim.

Snickers: “This seems like an unsafe bush that I should not touch, as I am a precious u n k i l l a b l e child.”

KitKat got caught by the police for being out after curfew. Whoops.

KitKat: “I swear, wasn’t my fault officer.”

KitKat is grounded, among other upset moodlets. This means you can pretty much assume she’s entirely red for the rest of the chapter.

I mean, that’s okay, it’s just not what you’re supposed to wear.

Considering the fact KitKat has the natural cook trait and not Pocky, Pocky really likes cooking whereas KitKat has never touched the stove.

All I’m saying is Reeses likes the kids more than anyone else. Skittles likes them when they’re in the other room, but Reeses takes care of them and stuff.

Speaking of Skittles, I have no idea where she goes. She doesn’t do anything interesting which is why there are so few pictures of her.

Issy: “WAFFLES!”

I had to remind you she was here. And that she’s pregnant. Again.

Were trying for a good portrait picture this time. Preferably brighter than the other one.

Mochi was also painting at the easel she got for snowflake day. Pocky looked like they were about to fight as she walked past.

Also I thought this was a good shot to show off Mochi’s face. She has Abraham’s nose.

Twix is in trouble yet again. Haha.

Clearly the best place to bond.

Mochi has finished her first painting!

Prom overload coming.

Mochi actually looks so good in her formal attire.

Pocky looking freeesh.

I mean, okay. I expected like, KitKat or Pocky. But that works.

Helmut, is an incredibly average dude. But he’s sweet. He’s called her daily looking to chat.

It’s kinda weird brother and sister are prom king and queen but I guess they don’t look too related.

Pocky didn’t really have much of a good night.

EXCEPT FOR THIS. HAHAHA I APPROVE.

That’s the first time I’ve seen this message for prom, but WHAT THE HELL THAT’S SO MEAN.

Mochi found a dude, which is cool.

There was honestly so much more. SO MUCH MORE. But I figured it’s kind of boring to see the same messages so.

Look at dem crowns.

I am determined to get a decent painting of her.

And then she went into labor. Snickers is concerned.

Skittles does not care.

Skittles: “Mother, you have had so many of us you should no longer feel pain.”

You would think Abraham would be kind of used to his wife having children by now.

Issy: “Glow my child, shine!”

Sugar Daddy Isbi is actually very pretty when she grows up and I’m not sure what traits she has. I’ll remember them for the next update.

So, KitKat was off on a date while Issy was giving birth.

That’s the Langerak kid I think. They talked for like seconds.

He left and went into the spa. KitKat didn’t seem to mind though.

KitKat: “I don’t do blondes.”

FUCK THESE LAMPS. THEY RUIN MY SHOTS.

Twix: “Isn’t that picture older than I am?”

SHE FINISHED IT TOO. WOOO.

Lollipop: “I don’t trust you to hold me, old man.”

Abraham: *Traumatized for life*

Sometime later, I forgot Twix existed and she aged up.

I don’t remember what trait she got either, since she’s not important and my game is closed and takes twenty minutes to open. Like Twix is so unimportant I always forget her name, I forgot to put her in my family memo where I keep track of traits and etc, and I keep think she’s Mochi.

The llama mascot is back. Abraham and he are ready to brawl.

Issy: “Chicken legs, Daddy.”

Daddy: *Does not realize her nickname yet*

These two blocked the door for awhile.

Why is your artistic ability regressing!?

Skittles: “Mom I swear if you even THINK of having another baby-”

Snickers: “This house is already trash!”

KitKat: “Ooh, another date? Wait, what do you mean you’re not the blonde guy.”

Issy: “Waffles!” (:

KitKat: “Weren’t you into my sister?”

Rudolph: *sweating* “I’m tired okay.”

This child is not ready for what is going to be coming.

Tanning at night, that makes sense. What, are you paling instead?

Well, this was to be expected.

KitKat: “If I date you can we not?”

Issy: “WHY WERE YOU TANNING AT NIGHT?”

KitKat: “MOM STAHP!”

Rekt.

Mother daughter bonding. Exactly what I want to see!

And no fucking lamp in the way

Shit. I get points off for this, because this is just sad. How do you get a toddler to pass out like this.

I’m not sure where these ramen noodles came from. How do you even get ramen in this game?

I updated the graveyard. It’s getting pretty full.

Well damn, Mochi survived.

I thought this was a nice shot, even if he’s out breaking curfew.

Did I mention Issy decided she wanted another baby?

Other than this being a good movie, that’s me right now.

Hooray! Lollipop’s birthday! She got the Perfectionist trait. I don’t know why I don’t have a screenshot of her.

Oh. I know why.

Twix isn’t that ugly from the side like this.

Pocky: “It’s my birthday bitch and I’m going to fuck everything up.”

Yeah.

She fucked it up.

Issy: “MY DAUGHTER IS LIKE ME!”

Well fuck, you rolled the insane trait.

Pocky: “What the fuck mom wasn’t talking to herself all these years!?”

Pocky: “I can feel it coming. The stupidity. The insanity.”

Please stop.

Pocky: “You can’t make me, Voice.”

Pls. Pls no.

On that abrupt note, bye Reeses.

Bye KitKat.

Onwards to PURPLE BABIES.

Well this is awkward, Issy is literally still pregnant and I now need her to auto finish the Abraham portrait.

Scoreboard:

Births: (9) +45 100K Simoleons: (1) +40 Honor Roll: (2) + 10

Bladder Fail: (5) -25 Passing Out: (2) -10

Total: 65

I went down :(

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Next: Pocky’s first chapter as heir!

#1.7 #chapter 1.7 #TIFI #TIFI Isbi #isbi #isbi challenge #ts3 #sims 3 #legacy challenge #sims 3 legacy

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