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#they're burnt out ok!!!
kingofmeatballs · 9 months
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About to enter my cringe era and make buncha OCs that live in a small town and are a group of friends and they're all neurodivergent and encounter supernatural scary things all the time and are being very cool and mysterious about it by the way
If you even care
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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#*problems occur on a project multiple ppl r working on* my boss @ me: what do u wanna do?#me. disastrously burnt out: i couldnt not even to give a fuck abt all this. i dont care i dont care i dont care#but thats not what i say. i say ok ill talk to the ppl and see how i can drop everything to help. and that probably means driving an hour#away to the other uni which is irrationally terrifying to me to the point where it will probably destroy my whole week a prevent me from#sleeping when i already am struggling to sleep. but its fine. ill get it done and itll be fine. for this stupid fucking project i dont#care abt. ay its so weird. ive never been this angry abt things. i mean its not even really anger its more dispair and frustration but it#manifests as just wanting to scream and throw a fit like a toddler. and i mean its my fault. i dont have to live the way that i do. i mean#i do but in an irrational compulsive way that i cant entirely control. but like its Saturday and i sepent 6 and a half hours taking#measurements and then met with my boss for like an hour and she was showing me cool imagines and talking abt cool new collaborators at her#new school and im just sitting there trying to maintain a smile bc my brain is semi disconnected from my body and im so exhausted#ugh. my brain is so fucked rn. i dont want to drive with even lower functioning thsn usual. and i was gonna meet my friend Tuesday morning#for once. and i might have to drive back and forth multiple days. ans what's my reward if were successful? two fucking weeks of watering#and measurement taking and i might have to stand around other ppl in all that time as well. usually im off spinning in circles by myself#amd looking unapproachable. i dont want to have to b a person around the undergrads#god im so weird. its like from the outside perspective if u were looking thru the window at me u would see me using a hammer and assume im#putting something together and i am but im also hammering nails thru my hand which no one asked me to do#so then why do i have to do it? ugh. thats y its a hard thing to complain abt bc ppl r like oh it sounds like ur compulsive habbits make u#productive and successful and yea sure but they're also destroying my life. im laying on the floor doubled over in pain and ppl r like oh#look how useful u r. who gives a fuck everything feels stretched and distorted like im suffering some sort of selfimposed Devin punishment#whatever. fuck this. tomorrow ill try my hardest to relax. literally i cant remember the last time i stayed in bed until at least 7am. ugh#but i also have some bullshit i have to get done tomorrow so well see#uuuuuugh let me leave this place @ schools send me ur official offers pls i wanna plan out my life for the next 5yrs#unrelated
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crabussy · 2 years
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sunweek · 2 years
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my parents will act like i am failing my exams because i got 92.6% god bless🙏
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arolesbianism · 6 months
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Congrats to unit swap Kohane and An for both getting a new song on the playlist and also apologies for all the doomed toxic yuri I'm gonna dump on y'all (is not sorry)
#rat rambles#unit swap au#sekai posting#girlies when their self esteem relies entirely on eachother in a way that leads to both sides enabling eachother horrifically#also they're both depressed and are desperately clinging to the small momentary bouts of serotonin they give each other#with was ofc incredibly unstable and it didnt take long for it to fall apart and for kohane to start spiraling pretty bad#this mostly started after an first recruited touya but it rly started going bad once an started becoming more distant from the group#they two became a lot more distant after their intial story and they both hate it so much#but kohane manages to find an actual healthy friendship in akito while an continues to spiral for a while longer#not because the others arent trying to be there for her but because of that actually (along with a whole other host of issues)#eventually the others finally noticed how much worse an has been doing too late as they find out no one has seen her for a day or two#its ok they find her but yeah she did have a bit of a breakdown#she and kohane post inital story just generally have this air of discomfort and regret as they both wish they could just go back to before#neither of them are at the time properly aware that they were in an incredibly unhealthy relationship#its the kind of thing they only notice like a year later when theyre doing a bit better and have the hindsight to go oh god jesus christ#but yeah of everyone in the group it takes them the longest to become like. real friends.#they still spend a lot of time together but thats mostly for group work and group hang outs#they both were just. so burnt out from everything. so burnt out from eachother.
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frangusmadgator · 8 months
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twins in paradise was certainly a thing i watched!
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sovaharbor · 9 months
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i forgot i had basemental drugs installed so when jasmine invited her baby brother out to the flea market i was like omg this is perfect bc oliver wants to cloudgaze with her, so they went cloudgazing, he bought a lamp, and then i accidentally had them get high off nasty free weed in a hookah or whatever the sims name is for it
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diejager · 4 months
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Ok but like what about Wendigo reader? Maybe the team knows she's not exactly human but maybe in her file it just marked n/a and leaves it at that so they just assume that their sweet little medic is just a helpful spirit of some kind. Humans tend to give her a very wide birth since they seem to notice her as something they should leave the fuck alone, the boys just assume it's because of them always being near her and leave it at that. Till they're all on a mission and it all goes to shit, they're pinned down and then one of them ends up taking a bullet and reader just straight up fuckin losses it and next thing they know their is a 10 ft tall fuckin deer monster shredding bitches like their made of PAPER MACHE and EATING THEM, once the dust settles it moves towards them and slowly it shifts into their sweet medic but she is covered in blood and she just casually starts treating their wounds and the team is just like "Well mark me down as scared and horny" (if this makes no sense feel free to ignore)
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Pairing: Monster 141 + Horangi & König x Wendigo!reader
Cw: cannibalism, human eating, greed, blood, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2k (A/N): I felt a bit burnt out so I’m sorry if it’s bad, I reread it just in case, but it still feels bad.
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They say that human greed is the source of evil, the all-consuming hunger for more —more than they need. Hunger drives humans to do the unspeakable, to break the line humanity had drawn and commit the taboo. Despite it being carved so deeply into the human psyche, passed down from generation to generation and the propaganda of humanism and equality, it doesn’t take much to make someone tip over, cross the edge nobody dared to and perform the unspeakable. Possession causes needs and needs cause greed.
That’s why people called to him for help, to carry out a clandestine mission to do their dirty work, his duty was to stop whatever men in power started, whatever men in power lost control —he was the one sent when they were scared. Fear was as coercive as power was. That was the reason Task Force 141 was first founded, to stop dangerous men like Hassan (Gaz remembered hearing from Soap that Ghost shot Hassan through the head, straight through him before he slumped down.) and Makarov, a man they were still searching for while signing a liaison contract with KorTac. Price, with Laswell’s help, managed to put the best of the best together: a wraith, a werewolf, a dragon, a harpy, a nagual and a cadejos vessel, all decorated with various medals for their work, and then there was you.
You were a mystery, even to Price who usually had clearance for anyone who joined them. Gaz knew, from a single glance, that you were far from human, you were a monster like Ghost was, turned after an occasion, or a hybrid like him. Surprisingly, Ghost seemed to welcome you warmly, albeit standoffish, having worked with you in the past, seeing that you both preferred working alone. Gaz wanted to show you the same heartwarming welcome as Ghost had, but there was something about you, an uneasiness he felt when he was around you. The others felt it as well, the innate need to keep their distance from you and the instinctual fear that had the hairs on their arms raised. Gaz could feel your eyes whenever you stared at him, like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey —it made him feel perturbed.   
You seemed so human, yet so inhuman-like, your dull, thousand-yard stare, your inability to feel temperature (either cold or warm, you always wore the same clothes), your odd habits and your unusual calmness in every situation. Gaz had caught you staring at a private for much longer than what people considered normal, eyes glazed over and dilated as if you were seeing something else, daydreaming while being aware of your surroundings. Those were your moments, you were usually bubbly, always smiling at him whenever his eyes met yours or treating him with gentleness and always eager to help him. You had a softness to your being despite the eerie feel to you and your unique tendencies, you didn’t discriminate, nor did you show an ounce of hate towards hybrids and humans, treating everyone fairly. 
Although you tried to fit in as best as you could, there were things that Gaz and the others just couldn’t shake off without questioning things. There was the lingering scent of blood on you, a metallic tang that stuck on his tongue after you walked by. König and Soap had confessed that they had a feeling that blood was a part of your scent, unwashable and impossible to hide, it clung to you like a second skin. They chalked it up to you being the Task Force’s medic, having brought people back from the brink of death and stitching men back together, you were practically bathed in the smell of blood and death every day. 
Another thought was that they never saw you in the Mess hall for food, perhaps a cup of tea or a hot mug of coffee to boost you through a long shift in the infirmary as the base’s main medic if you weren’t deployed with them. Gaz never saw you eat, not once had he seen you hold a plate or bowl with substance for yourself. You would bring either of them a plate, caring for them whenever they were under your watch, giving them soup or anything that they could easily digest. 
Gaz, Soap, Rudy and Horangi would chatter about you, throwing speculations on your breed, to see what hybrid or monster fit all your characteristics. You couldn’t be a wraith, your hands weren’t painted with death, a dark miasma that clung to you. You weren’t a werewolf, Soap would know, wolves were able to smell and recognize each other, it was an instinctual aspect of him. You weren’t any shifting hybrid either, there would be signs, little cues if you were one, and your classification wouldn’t be classified, painted over with a red line. 
All they could was wonder and amble around with curiosity dripping from their tongues. Gaz was sure that he’d find out soon enough, whether it was an accident or your choice.
This wasn’t what Gaz meant by eventually, he didn’t mean being set up by Konni, a trap planted for them in the small Belgium town. It was the best set to box them in, a broken and ransacked ghost town that people fled from, walls greyed and cracked, the paint peeling off street lights and rusted metal poles, lost, forgotten and open. There didn’t have any cover, even if they ran and hid behind the crumbling walls, Konni had them surrounded on every end, concealed behind concrete walls and using the shadows to hide from sight. 
It was chaotic, Konni had pushed them into an open area of the town, the centrepiece of it with a dilapidated, Greek fountain, chipped on the sides and green with mould, Gaz would’ve admired the architecture and the beauty it must’ve been in the past when it was still being cared for. They were backed up in a corner, Gaz couldn’t even stretch his wings out with how tightly they were packed together, the uncomfortable pull of his trapezius and the strain in his limbs kept him grounded. The tension was thick, palpable, Gaz could taste it in the air as much as anyone could, their shoulders tense, fingers tapping the trigger of their rifles. All they could do was wait for Konni to act first, to see where they would appear from and work their way out of this open area from there. 
He had his back towards you, he couldn’t see you but he could feel you shake. It might’ve been from the adrenaline pumping through your veins or the nerve of being lied to, of falling into a trap when Ghost had voiced his suspicions about the lack of clearer intel. They were paying for their amateurism. He felt you shudder, breath stuttering, near panting with exhaustion. Gaz wanted to turn to you, words soothing your nerves and twitchy appearance, he acted letting drown in your mind, whatever it was, he hated it. His finger twitched on the trigger, jolting at the sudden crack of bones, an ugly and painful sound that made him wince. It shocked everyone, even the ever so silent and stoic Ghost who had a hard time hearing these cracks coming from you.
Damn this mission; damn the trap; damn this situation, Gaz needed to look at you, to see why your bones were breaking and limbs rattling. Instinctively, his wings shifted to cover you, the ends widening to cover your sides to protect you from whatever pained you, yet you didn’t let out a single squeak, no moan of pain or the grunt of suffering, you were silent. A part of his mind nagged at him to move, he could fly and try to outrun Konni mercenaries to find a way out, but then he’d leave your back open. He cursed lowly, teeth sinking into his lower lip in frustration, he was-
A loud screech thundered through the air, and screams and squelches followed it. You were missing. 
You were shaking just a second ago, body wracked with some unknown ailment and the next, you were missing, your sack, attire, rifle and helmet were scattered on the ground, with a bony creature tearing through Konni ranks. The hair on his neck rose, an uneasy feeling overtaking him as he watched the creature rip men in half, tines stabbing through their torso like a buck fighting another, head lowered and antlers pointed forward. He watched the tall and thin monster move around, its face was one of a deer’s skull, eaten clean of skin and flesh, any muscle or fibre gone with whatever transformation it took. A crown of antler adorned its head, tall and imposing, as pale as its skull, a coat of black fur was wrapped around the neck, draping down the back like a ridge of fur. 
“Fuck,” Gaz hissed, his body moving along the chaos the being created and your disappearance, he aimed his rifle and shot at the Russians who ran out of their hiding, fearful of the monster’s sudden arrival behind their ranks. “Captain! Is that-?”
“Don’t know anymore!” Price seemed to be as lost as Gaz was, reining in his confusion to focus on taking Konni out. “Keep your head in the game, Gaz; ask questions later.”
Gaz knew Price was right, the town was brimming with Russian ultranationalists, hiding and waiting for their time to jump at them. The situation was still chaotic, but it was better than being without cover. Gaz followed Horangi behind a wall, watching his back while they worked through the humans.
Somehow, Konni either retreated or were all dead, swallowed down by the beast that stood before them. Now that Gaz was standing so close to it - to you, after a few minutes of talking back and forth, they concluded that this was you from the pants that hung from your slim hips - he could see that the deer skull was just a mask covering your face, black and unidentifiable with those bright, gleaming eyes that stared down at him. Despite your curved back, bent to look at them, you towered over everyone, even König seemed small beside you, limbs almost as long as you, fingers tipped with blood that you were still licking off, a long tongue wrapped around your digit to clean yourself from blood, muscle and guts. 
You were casually cleaning yourself up like a cat washing, even in the aircraft, you were gorging on the body of a man you picked up, jaw opening to show them the dozen of teeth before you clamped down on the forearm, tearing into the muscle with famished intent. None of them could take their eyes off you, their sweet, smiley medic who sometimes had their moments, devouring a man without batting an eye, obliviously uncaring of their staring. Gaz wasn’t sure if he knew how he felt, a warmth building up in his chest, a heat that seared into the fibres of his beings like an infectious thing. All they did was watch you eat, no one speaking until you finished your meal.
“Mind tell us what happened, Hunter?” 
You perked up, blinking at Price owlishly, tongue lolling out to lick up the stray drop of blood that stuck on your skull’s teeth. Your chest rumbled, a soft growl rolling off your body while you tilted your head, you acted so much like a feline, grooming, reacting and moving like a curious cat, dangerous, yet so appealing. 
“Wendigo,” you rasped, voice breathy and weak, you spoke in broken English, unable to speak fluently after turning, “Curse, eat human.”
Your little mannerism, the small tilt of your head and your fumbling hands, seemingly embarrassed or ashamed after your show of ruthless hunger and savagery was… eye-opening. Something stewed inside him, your being creating a ripple in his heart, pulling at the hunger in the depth of his gut. He was torn by the fear of having you as the potential enemy and the arousal of seeing you break men in half, painting the ground in crimson and guts, and satiating your hunger - craving - with human and monster flesh. 
Gaz was fucked, both in the head and the situation. 
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tittyinfinity · 4 months
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I also think we don't talk enough about how autistic/ADHD "gifted" kids burn out right after they're done with school because of the fact that we were given a routine every day, and then suddenly we have to experience an adult world where you have to figure out how to set your own routine. It is very hard to adapt to a sudden change like that.
One example is that I went from playing my instruments every day to barely playing them at all, and I'm realizing that it's because school FORCED me to get past my executive dysfunction. I no longer have anything forcing me to indulge in my hobbies, even though I WANT to. So I just....don't do them. Drawing, crocheting, music, all those skills are halfway gone.
I've been an adult for 10 years and it's so much harder to get myself to do things that I was able to do as a highschooler.
I do have a very big problem with demand avoidance. I was very angry about the fact that I was forced to do things in school and wasn't able to set my own schedule.
But I'm just as frustrated with myself as an adult, because I was never taught how to manage myself as a physically and mentally disabled adult.
It's not your fault that you got burnt out. It's near impossible to accept that sudden change without freaking out. Even if you're neurotypical!
Ok I'm ending this post to tell everyone that a goose just landed in my yard and is screaming at me through my window. I think maybe the goose needs to also get their mental health checked out because this is not a normal place for geese to be
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groguspicklejar · 1 month
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ok ok ok but imagine you go down to the gallows and fish up a nice big strong man because no one else was going to marry you (you/your family was disgraced/you are a straight up witch/whatever) so you proclaim a gallows marriage at the foot of some ex military dude and he accepts... failing to tell you in that moment about his partner in crime who'd managed to not get caught 👀👀👀 sorry, they're a package deal! and you, little thing, would be the perfect alibi maker
you saw an opportunity and you took it. whether the fallen knight likes it or not, you don't care. you are not willing to be burnt at the stake because men can't be bothered to be on par with you on a scale of intelligence.
your family had cast you out. and a woman without protection, be it from her family or anyone else, is as good as dead.
you fished the wounded knight out of the gallows, despite protests from the crowd. you hadn't expected another one to come out of the deal you just struck with him.
the other one, the taller one, big and quietly menacing with the mask of a skull hiding his face, cornered you in the small room you'd rented at an old inn. all the plans you had with the knight you saved, a handsome man with oddly shaved hair and striking blue eyes, went down the drain as you stared down his partner in fear.
"lay off, Si. the bonnie lass did save my life." they both stared at you as you trembled in the corner, unsure of how you're going to see tomorrow's light of day.
Si, only adding to your fear, narrowed his eyes. quietly judging you. it was clear that he would've killed you if Johnny hadn't stepped in. after a few tense moments, he relents. "that, she did."
"aye, she did." Johnny affirms, turning his gaze and his mischievous grin to you. "the least we can do is repay that debt."
suddenly, you wished you hadn't been desperate enough to fish a husband out of the gallows.
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catsfor2 · 1 year
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hit me, part 3
wc: 2k, unedited warnings: swearing, injury tags:@pampeop@evangelinejxy@itwasnight@@elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown@starpix@nopealoupe@annamommyy@muthafuckingstargirl a/n: i rly wanted this to be so much longer but i think im a little burnt out rn im sorry guys! either way i hope u enjoy this part, its still fun i think!!
-j
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"Are you—un-fucking-believable," Ellie spits, hand raking through her hair and chucking her phone to the floor. "They're taking my fucking money. My fucking money."
"What? What's happening?" you ask, now watching from your bed as she paces back an forth across your rug.
"They're lowering my fucking cut. Fucking—Jesus, these fucking dicks. I don't know what to do." she says, bending down to pick her phone back up.
"Why would they do that? Is there a...reason, at least?"
"I—shit, probably? They didn't say exactly. Just said it was a 'reputation issue'. Whatever that fucking means." Ellie sighs. She sits back down on the bed. She then speaks again, but quieter.
"They're just mad I don't wanna be their fuckin' show monkey. I shut that bullshit down right away."
"...What do you mean?" you ask.
"They wanted to...basically brand me as the 'club dyke'. Wanted the announcer to say like, all this weird shit when I got up to the ring. Wanted to name a fuckin' drink after me. It was called, like, 'Lady Lover's Special' or something fuckin' stupid like that. I told em' no."
"Oh—well I'm glad you said no. That's...fucked up, of them." you tell her, eyes focused on hers.
"I know. But I—" her phone pings, and she must know just by the sound who it is, as she picks it up to check the message immediately.
Her face pinches, eyes darting across the screen as she reads.
"They're saying—they're saying if I do this fight...tonight, then they...won't lower it. Huh." She finishes, eyes scanning the words a couple more times.
"That seems...manipulative. I feel like they just wanted you to do this fight the whole time." you say skeptically.
"Yeah, obviously. They're fucking snakes. Stupid ones, though." She says, bouncing up off your bed and pulling her coat around herself. "I'm gonna do the fight."
"What—seriously? They basically forced you!" you argue, reaching upwards and pulling back on her sleeve.
She exhales a long breath, before taking your hand and placing it back on the bed. Her face moves close to yours, gently and kindly.
"I need the money, ok? And—" she pauses, eyes lighting up like she just remembered something. Her lips break into a subtle smile. "you'll be there, won't you? I'm in good hands."
You turn your head, cheeks heating, and try to remain impartial.
"Ellie, you don't even...know who you're fighting. That by itself is a—a monumental-sized risk."
"It doesn't matter who I'm fighting, princess." She assures, both hands now cradling at the base of your neck. Her voice gets low and calm next to your ear.
"I'm fuckin' undefeated. It's gonna stay that way."
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Seeing Ellie fight was...intense. Her body is wicked, a cord of muscle that rips through the ring. She's springy. A curated whip of strength, and far more resilient than you thought would be humanly possible. It was difficult to follow her movements, her jabs, cuts, kicks, and everything else, as they were done with impeccable speed.
And yet, through the chaos of this combat, you remember distinctly how her eyes would meet yours, finding you amidst the crowd. Talking to you wordlessly. Reassuring you. Before she'd enter the fight once again, deftly averting her gaze from yours and body thrusting itself strategically into battle. She was a predator, simply put. And you saw the brutal effects of it once the fight was over.
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"I'm still—fuck—still—ow, fuck—"
"Ellie. Stop moving." you chide, hands having to maneuver her head straight again.
"Undef—I'm undefeated. Number one. I'm—mmph—number one. I'm still one." she hazily mutters, head lolling to one side.
"Shut up! I can't do this when you keep talking!" you exclaim, hands frantically dressing the wound across her cheek.
Her body keeps moving, jerking, pushing, and you physically just aren't strong enough to counter it. Her hands have found their place on your shoulders, clutching them as her own stability varies wildly.
"They said...they were gonna—ow, ow! fuck—they were—they couldn't even—" she rambles, fingers tightening their grip.
"Ellie. Stay still. And calm down." you bark, hips inching closer between her thighs. She's sat atop the dingy counter of the club bathroom, while you stand tucked under her figure.
A warm, bellied laugh escapes her before she plops her head into your neck without warning.
"Mmmm okay, princess. I'll be—I'm—I'm still. I'm still. M'sorry doc." She whispers, breath fanning your skin lightly.
"No, no, no, pick your head up. You have to stay awake."
"But I'm—I'm tired. And—" she drags her nose a bit, trailing bits of blood and sweat. "you smell so good here." she murmurs fuzzily, hands slowly traveling down towards your waist.
You quickly wipe your neck with the back of your hand, pushing Ellie's head back upright.
"I'm gonna try and do this as fast as I can, okay?" you say, starting to fumble with the packaging of your needle. Ellie's hands were still groping around the back of your body through your clothes.
"You were—you wore this. At Dina's party," she breathes, not even noticing your hands preparing the suture. Her eyes are unabashedly gazing at your chest. "that was a goooood party." she adds, smiling to herself.
Your skin burns, and you feel your eyes desperately avoiding hers.
Your focus moves back to her forehead, where your hands have moved to hover steadily over her wound.
"This is gonna hurt Ellie. But you can't move." you say quietly, waiting for her response.
She closes her eyes, just taking in shaky breaths for few moments.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jus do it already."
With that, you start to stitch up her cut, fingers nimble and tedious.
She groans at the pain, hands fisting in the fabric of your clothes, and legs jerking inwards. You let her, simply continuing your motions as her body reacts.
"Ow—Christ, princess, that fucking—fuck!"
"I know, I know. I'm almost done. Like, two more stitches." you rush, eyes starting to water and wrists starting cramp. Ellie only huffs a sigh, forehead slippery from sweat.
Your mouth parts open as you delicately tie off your last suture, hands now clammy and sore. You step back to look at your work, honestly not caring if it was mediocre. It was still better than anything Ellie would've tried to do by herself.
"Ok! Ok! All done!" You breathe, placing a square of gauze on her temple.
"Oh—thank you. Thank you princess. I'm—you're...you're really good." she drawls out, eyes heavy and dazed.
She abruptly slumps forward a bit, leaning all of her weight onto you and wrapping the whole of her arms around your waist. She squeezes even harder, a level of strength almost abnormal considering how beat up she is.
Oh, you think. She's hugging me.
You can't help but lightly giggle, seeing Ellie in such a strange state of mind. Her ego shines through, of course, but there's a vulnerability that makes you feel even warmer. You start to feel the vibrations of her throat as she speaks.
"I think I—I think I fight better...with you here." she says softly, fingertips pressed into the small of your back.
"Yeah?" you laugh. "I don't know about that..."
"You're the only one who's—who's actually wanted to see me. I know about that." she retorts, hot breaths coming briskly at your neck.
"But I thought like—Dina and everyone, they know, don't they?"
"Mhmm. They know. But they don't come here. Not—not like you did." she says lowly.
You move back, a little too warm, and try to look Ellie in the eyes.
"I...didn't know that. I'm glad I was here though." you say, a small smile shaping your lips.
"Yeah, I mean—me too, obviously. I can—man, I can always count on you. I can't believe I fuckin'...forgot about that." she mumbles, grin slowly widening.
Your eyes open larger, and you freeze a touch, her words recalling a part of your friendship you didn't know she had noticed.
In highschool, all you'd ever wanted to do was make Ellie like you. You'd let her rant all her fiery anger over a fight with Cat, remaining polite and helpful and understanding. You'd listen to the songs she'd listen to, hate the ones she didn't. She'd tell you her theories about the stars, and you'd let it change the way you see the sky at night. You were a lost puppy, unintentionally giving Ellie your leash. You didn't realize any of it until years later.
"I was..." you look around, searching for the right words. "I was kind of obsessed. In highschool."
She looks up, eyebrows pinching.
"With me?"
"I—yes? You couldn't tell?"
She scoffs, face dramatically contorting in shock.
"Fuck—no, I couldn't. You were always...texting that...guy."
"And I broke up with him. Because of you." you say, color rushing across your cheeks.
Ellie blinks, eyes wide, just staring. Her mouth opens, and closes, before she finally starts saying words again.
"But didn't—hold on. Did I...turn you gay?"
You roll your eyes, mouth flattening.
"I don't think that's how it works. But you probably...made it happen faster, I guess." you say, voice trailing off towards the end.
She stays silent, lips pressed in thought. The hands around your waist, which hadn't moved in while, start to fidget and tense in their place.
"You know what? I see it. It actually—it makes a lot of sense."
"...Yeah?" you question, head shifted away from her gaze.
"Like—the way you'd always freeze up if I tried to draw you. Or all that...shit you'd try and say about Cat. You were just—super jealous, weren't you?" she laughs, pulling you closer.
Ellie seems to have regained her consciousness fully, you notice, the lively color of her face having returned as well.
"I—not super, just a...normal amount." you mutter.
"It's okay, princess. I think it's—cute. Little you, all fed up. Just wanted me so bad, huh?"
"No. I barely knew more than you did. I was mostly just confused." you protest. "Can you stand? I'd like to leave this nasty bathroom."
"Yeah, I'm good." she says, hoisting herself off of the counter.
Her arm snakes around your shoulder, using your body to lean against.
"I'm staying with you tonight. If you have a concussion I can't let you fall asleep." you tell her, almost overwhelmed with her smell so close to your face.
"Oh—shit." she blurts. "My place is a fuckin' mess right now."
As it turned out, Ellie was not lying.
Her place, a grungy apartment just on the edge of town, was a wreck. Clothes, garbage, various envelopes and papers scattered the floor. Her kitchen was bare, neat and dusty from the lack of use. You wondered how many people had actually seen her place.
You let her walk you both to the couch, before she plops herself down onto it with a hefty sigh. She sits for a moment before looking up at you, gesturing to the cushion next to herself.
"Well? You gonna sit?" she asks.
You don't respond, simply let yourself fall into the seat, Ellie's arm already sprawled out and waiting for you. She yawns loudly before turning to you.
"I really can't fuckin' sleep?"
"I mean..." you bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating. "you probably don't have one? So...you can sleep. I might just wake you up once to check on your symptoms."
She groans comfortably, spreading out on the couch and kicking her legs forward. Her arm tightens around you, shuffling you into her side. She grabs a blanket from behind her, straightens it out, and throws it over the both of you.
The layer feels nice, warm and heavy, and you find yourself feeling more exhausted as the minutes tick by. You lay your head upon Ellie's chest, memorizing the sounds of her heart. Her voice resonates lowly as she speaks.
"...Did you actually like being there?" she asks you, tone uncertain and quiet. "I don't blame you if it's too much to watch."
"No I—I did like it. Honestly. It was hard not to look away." you assure her, softly breathing across her shirt.
"Ok. Good. I wanted to make sure. I...I really want you there again next week."
"I will be then." you say, eyes casting a glance up to meet her own.
She had already been staring.
"Goodnight, y/n." Ellie murmurs, her focus on you not breaking for a second.
"Yeah, goodnight." you say, forcing your eyes shut and melting into the heat of Ellie's body.
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Hi! Your acc is so awesome honestly and so cute it makes my heart do the smiley emote :)
My request is chuuya x reader, where reader isn't feeling well but doesn't wanna bother chuuya (not feeling well as in mentally) but reader really wants to cuddle with chuuya, so eventually they cave and call chuuya to ask if they can come over just to cuddle and watch a movie and chuuya is worried if they're ok. Reader reaches and kinda falls into chuuyas arms and they chill and cuddle for the rest of the night <3
Have a heavenly day!
tysm nonnie you're really sweet♡♡ and I absolutely love this idea. I changed it up a slight bit so I hope it's alright and you like it♡
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I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine♡
𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ barely proofread sorry in advance for any mistakes
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You stared down at the glowing screen, thumb lingering just above the arrow shaped button. Should you actually send the text?
Your boyfriend was probably at home by now so it's not like you'd bother him at work, but you still didn't see it fit to text him so late in the evening. After all, you've only been together for two months and asking him to come over at 10 p.m seemed a little strange; and what if he was out with some friends and you'd mess up his plans?
You took in a deep breath, trying to push these thoughts in the back of your mind. Your day has been more than miserable and all you wanted was to spend some time with your partner. Finally pressing the send button, you set the phone down beside you and turned on the tv, switching from channel to channel in attempt to keep your mind occupied.
Chuuya's reply came through almost instantly. 'Sure, I'll be over in a few. Is everything alright?'. You texted back a quick 'Yea. Just feeling a bit down' before returning your gaze to the tv screen.
Around half an hour later, the light buzz of the electric lock announced Chuuya's arrival. Gathering your remaining strength you got off the couch and tip-toed to the hall to find him taking off his coat.
"Hey baby. You feeling alright?" he asked in his usual gentle voice but you just nodded in response.
You were too mentally exhausted to give him an actual reply, to tell him how burnt out and miserable you felt so you simply reached out your arms and wrapped them around his waist, pressing yourself flush against his chest.
Chuuya immediately returned the hug, one of his gloved hands resting atop your hair as he pulled you closer to him. You closed your eyes, feeling your mind slowly quieting down; the dark thoughts that've been bothering you for days now evaporating into thin air.
You couldn't bring yourself to pull away, not even when he removed his hand from your head and gently cupped your jaw, tilting it up so he could get a glimpse of your face.
"You wanna tell me what's bothering you sweetie, or shall I let you be?"
"I don't really wanna talk about it. I've just had some shitty days and I missed you." you confessed, voice carrying a slight edge that Chuuya didn't miss.
"Alright, how about we go watch a movie then? Sure it's gonna make you feel better."
You made your way to the couch and nestled yourself beside Chuuya, arms wrapped loosely around his waist; his own arm draped over your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest as he took off his gloves to run his fingers through your hair. Sighing softly, you leaned into his touch, allowing him to coax the summertime sadness out of you with each gentle caress.
You could feel his hot breath against your temple, his lips peppering your face with feathery kisses and you couldn't help but smile; you were melting into his arms like candle wax.
"Feeling better babe?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Way better. Thank you Chuu" you beamed, briefly pressing your lips to his. He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before returning his attention to the movie you ended up watching, and old picture film about a girl in New York City.
The warmth and comfort of his embrace lulled you into a dreamy langour, eyes heavy with sweet, powdery stardust. Chuuya felt you slowly relax into his arms and smiled, heat blooming in his chest. He watched you slowly close your eyes and remained motionless until the end of the movie when he slowly reached for the remote.
Feeling the sudden motion you groaned, eyes fluttering open as you tugged lightly at his shirt.
"Don't leave yet" you mumbled and he couldn't help but chuckle; your sleepy face was the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes upon.
He switched off the tv and pulled your head back on his chest, savouring your presence and the quietude of your apartment, dimly lit only by the glow of the city.
"Don't worry dear. I'm not going anywhere"
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cringe-but-proud · 2 months
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Ok you may get annoyed with me because I will continue to ask for fics about reg BECAUSE YOU WRITE HIM SO WELL LIKE AHHHHH anyway if you want me to stop please tell me :)
Anyway back to the point so I was wondering if you could do a fic where reader and reg are dating and there in the common room maybe reading together or in the dorms just cuddling or anything you can think of and like Barty and Evan come into the room and they just see reg being all soft and stuff and maybe tease him about it, it’s up to you how you want to finish it :)
Regulus black, white boy of the millennium.
Regulus black x gn!Reader
A/n: HE ☹️☹️☹️ My requests are open 😼
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It had been a long day.
Regulus had gone to quidditch practice in the morning, and then had taken 3 tests during the school day. It all left him feeling burnt out and tired.
He entered the common room, fighting the urge to throw his bag to the side and flop down on to the nearest sofa. And then he saw you.
That was all it took to have him relax. He walked over to the small couch that you were sitting on in the corner of the common room.
Once he was in front of you, he wordlessly put down his bag and sat next to you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh.
"Hey, Regs." You said with a chuckle. "Rough day?"
"Mhm."
"Anything serious?" You asked.
"Not really."
"Well, I'm still sorry you had a rough day." You said as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. You felt him relax against you and sigh contently.
"S'okay." He mumbled as he closed his eyes. He could definitely fall asleep like this.
About an hour passed, in which you and regulus continued to cuddle.
You were playing with his hair while talking about a movie you'd watched recently, and Regulus' eyes were closed as he silently listened to your voice.
His blissful moment was interrupted by two far more annoying voices.
"Someone's looking comfortable."
Regulus opened his eyes, even though he already knew who was in front of him.
Barty and Evan stood in front of him, obviously holding back laughter.
Regulus groaned and buried his face into your neck. "Piss off." He mumbled.
"Yeah, it's a bit hard to take you seriously when you're all snuggled up, mate." Evan chuckled.
Regulus felt his face burn with embarrassment. Of course, he wasn't embarrassed to be with you. He just wasn't used to other people seeing this side of him.
"Do you idiots need something?" You asked with a playful roll of your eyes.
"Yes, actually." Barty said. "Your boyfriend promised to help us two idiots study for our transfiguration test tomorrow."
Regulus sighed in frustration. He'd promised to do that yesterday. Before he knew this day would be exhausting. "I-"
"You promised." Evan said before Regulus could ditch the two.
Regulus groaned. "Okay, fine." He begrudgingly gave in. "You two go to the library, I'll catch up."
"Will you?" Barty asked with narrowed eyes.
"Yes! Just give me a minute, Gods."
Barty and Evan snickered, giving quick goodbyes before walking away. Regulus could hear them loudly laughing as they exited the common room.
"They're assholes." He mumbled to you.
You chuckled. "Yeah. But, it's affectionate." You said, rubbing his back softly.
"I should ditch them."
"Very tempting. But, no."
Regulus sighed. He knew you were right, but he wasn't happy about it. He sat up and stretched his arms above his head before turning to you. "Give me a kiss before I go?"
You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
He smiled softly and got up, grabbing his bag. "We'll hang out after dinner?" He suggested.
"Definitely." You replied.
Regulus finally made it to the library and sat at the table where Barty and Regulus were waiting for him.
"Took you long enough, lover boy." Barty chuckled.
"Shut up. You should be glad I didn't bail on you two." Regulus said as he pulled a few textbooks from his bag. "Now can we stop wasting time and get this over with?"
Barty rolled his eyes. "Fine."
...
"So, are we invited to the wedding?"
"Shut up!"
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ghosties--writing · 3 months
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Cw: breeding kink, talk of kids, talk of marriage, talk of pregnancy, p in v sex, alluding to creampies
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Johnny always wanted a big family, but growing up he was told to not have kids out of marriage. So, he waited for the right woman, you. He courted you, took you on dates whenever he could. And when he decided to ask the big question and you said yes, he was excited, to say the least.
You knew about him wanting kids and you were on board with it. Obviously, you had a limit on how many kids you wanted and you voiced that to him and he completely understood. So on your honeymoon you both decided to start trying for a baby.
He had took you back to Scotland for your honeymoon, he took you back to his own house so you two were alone. He planned to christen his house, even though he's had it for a while, you were new, you were his wife. He started with the entryway. He had your back up against the wall as he held you up and thrusted into you, your slightly scratching his back with your nails. When he cums he makes sure to cum in you.
He slowly moves to every part of the house, making sure he's thoroughly fucking you in all positions, making sure you cum each and every time, and making sure he fucks his cum back into you. Making sure you get pregnant.
By the time he's finished with you, you're overstimulated and your legs are like jello. The 2 of y'all ended in a bathroom. So, he used that to his advantage and ran a bath for you and he made sure you were ok, and that you weren't to overstimulated.
A couple days later, after multiple relentless, but amazing sex. You take a pregnancy test, not expecting it to be positive so soon but it is, you take a two more. Making sure it's not a false positive but all three tests were pregnant. You walk out of the bathroom and you find Johnny in the kitchen, making to two of you brunch.
You make sure he's in a good pausing area, not wanting him to burn the food which would most likely be a little burnt either way. You show him the pregnancy test and tell him that it is positive and that you were finally pregnant, like the two of you had wanted.
He was sent off on a mission a couple days later but he promises he would be back before the baby is born. As time goes on you weren't exactly sure if he would make it, but you kept telling yourself that he had x amount of months left.
When he finally does come back home, you are heavily pregnant. Which is a pleasant shock to Johnny, given that you weren't like this when he left. But, he doesn't mind at all, you could be laying down on the couch or doing your best to, and he would be kneeling on the floor next to you talking to the baby inside you, apologizing for being gone for so long, but that he loves them so much and they're not even brought into the world yet.
When you finally tell him that it's twin boys you are having he is ecstatic. He gets to have 2 minis of himself. Which, you are dreading, you would have 3 Johnny's in the house but he quickly tells you that sooner or later you would have a mini you running around. And that he wouldn't stop trying in order to give you a girl.
When the two boys finally are welcomed into the world, he has one in his arms, and one on your chest. You're sleeping with your arms protectively around the small child. The rest of 141 comes to congratulate you both on becoming parents and they meet you for the second time bit it's all light hearted.
The boys are the splitting image of their dad and the second the doctor clears you at your six week appointment, he's on you the second you get home.
"You want another kid bonnie? This time maybe twin girls?"
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u3pxx · 3 months
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S 2024?!?!
next, you're gonna tell me it's gonna be some made-up year like "2025" next. tch, imagine that.
anyways, whoo! 2023! compared to both 2022 and 2021, i gotta say, my art style took a hard swerve in some direction this year. i mean, look at that klavier from january and that butch kim from just this december! (granted, i heavily referenced the portrait of butch kim but still, i didn't use to paint! mama mia!)
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the way i drew faces has definitely changed, that's what i get for getting into something that's live-action and into smth that has realistically proportioned art lol
OH! OH! HOW COULD I FORGET!!! IT WAS (and still will be) THE YEAR OF THE OLD MAN!! i really learned how to draw aged faces this year! ach fraulein, i have not stopped drawing people in their 40's-50's! i would say "send help" but i'm actually having a lot of fun ASKSKS
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i think a funny thing about these art summaries i've done is that they're mostly ace attorney but then there's just a month where i become a different type of ill LMAO this year it was four months for the price of two new interests!
cheers! here's to 2024!!! hope y'all have a fun art year!!!!
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i'm gonna ramble more below about like, other art things i did this year but i'm gonna put it under 'keep reading' bc this baby is getting way too wordy now WHEEZES
1. FAVORITE THINGS I'VE DRAWN THIS YEAR (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
⚖️ mea culpa comic [x]
drawing this one was so time-consuming and ambitious but boy, do i love the end result! i had fun doing the inks for this one but was it a lot! i usually color in lineart and render everything but i had to stop myself from doing it for this one bc man, i'll die asksks
this also has some of my favorite apollos i've drawn, definitely
also! the part about the lineart not being colored and no rendering ended up being a deliberate stylistic choice for this one bc i had like more freedom to do just shadows with inks without it looking too out of place.
💐 my lawfully wedded zine spread [x]
now this one isn't out yet but take my word for when i say that this is one of the most craxy things i've ever drawn for this year, on account of drawing a comic AND group shot all in one!
also literally one of the prettiest things i've rendered this year, lookit that klav...
🎉 aa4 redraw - 2022 anniversary [x]
kind of like my wedding zine piece, group photos are insane, and rendering like uhhh [looks at drawing] 11 CHARACTERS IS ALSO INSANE if i try and draw a group photo again you have to stop me DFGHDJ
🎨 my art fight stuff [x] [x]
was possessed in the month of july or smth bc i pumped out like how many drawings so quickly (before i got burnt out that is pftt)
pace yourselves and don't be like me pls ajshgdghhjk
💥 people park day [x]
my friend told me that it was very obvious i watched across the spiderverse when they saw this FDFGHJD
but yea! this is when i started getting really into like, thought bubbles or just like, panels or drawings within a drawing when coming up with layouts
i still love the colors on this one...
🪩 fem disco portraits
ok so i haven't uploaded these yet but you have to trust me when i say that something was in the water DFGHDJ
who knew that all it took for me to learn how to paint was butches
2. ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT I SOLD STICKERS THIS YEAR IN OUR UNI'S ART MART?
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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT THAT SCHOOL I SWEAR PFTTT this experience has also awaken the merch beast in me and i need to make more physical things for my brain to be happy, that's just how it be pfttt
hopefully next year i can actually start like a shopee shop or whatever lmao
3. ART FIGHT
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i'm actually quite happy i got to participate in art fight this year! very delighted for all the art i've gotten and very fun to have drawn for others too!!
4. ZINES
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i got invited and joined so many zines from 2022 continuing to 2023 that i kind of got burnt out from participating for now ngl ASKSKSKS not gonna be joining much this year oopsiessss! (unless i lose self-control [very likely])
5. SCHOOL
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i don't actually like a lot of the stuff i draw for art school bc i tend to cram and not have fun pftt <- adhd moment, tragic! but here are some that i actually kind of like lol
6. THAT'S IT!
i think that's it! thanks for reading all the way down here!! o(* ̄▽ ̄*)ブ
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1 of ? | a missing scene from Masters of the Air, part 8; in which DeMarco and Brady were (unwillingly) wondering what the score is
“Think he's finally cracked?” Brady asks with a slow exhale of smoke as they watch whatever it is Bucky's doing out there in the yard by himself. Benny shifts next to him where they're sat in what little shade is offered by the entryway of their barrack and thinks carefully about what to say.
“He's something.” Benny eventually settles on, an uneasy knot forming in his gut as Bucky jerks with sudden movement. “It's just this place. It's getting to all of us.” 
Brady snorts. “You havin’ full on conversations with yourself too that we don't know about?” He cuts Benny a look with raised brows. “He's losin’ it, DeMarco.” Brady gestures at their wayward Major with his burnt out cigarette, concern clear in his eyes. “If Egan goes, then Cleven goes, and then…” He trails off with a shake of his head. “Well, we're all just fucked.” 
“You were with him.” Benny can't help but suddenly point out, trying not to stare as Bucky trots in a circle kicking up mud; God only knew what the guards were thinking. “You two bailed at the same time, why'd it take him so long to get here? Buck and I, we were caught on the same day, not far from each other; been together ever since.”
Brady shrugs helplessly, hands half raised in a what-can-you-do kind of gesture. “I don't know, I don't.” He stares out across the yard, shifting to relieve the twinge settling in at his hips from the unforgiving wood beneath him. “He argued with me, wouldn't jump until I did, the crazy bastard. Finally told him it was my plane and to get the fuck out, basically. So he did.”
“Ok.” Benny stares at him, at a loss. “Then what?”
Brady side eyes him. “What do you mean then what?”
“Well, something obviously happened between point A and point B, I mean…” He nods subtly to where Bucky's yelling something unintelligible with his hands cupped around his mouth. If he strains hard enough, Benny would maybe say it sounds like a sporting commentary on some imaginary game only Bucky's privy to. “I'm just worried ‘bout him, is all. This isn't good for him.” 
“We're in a prisoner of war camp, DeMarco,” Brady deadpans bitterly, “this isn't good for any of us.” 
Benny opens his mouth to protest, but pauses at the creak of footsteps behind them. Twisting as much as his knotted up back will allow, the uneasy feeling in his gut only grows at the sight of Buck meandering up behind them, hands loosely tucked into the worn pockets of his sheepskin. “Boys.” Buck drawls in greeting, propping himself up against the doorway. “Enjoying the change of weather?”
Benny turns back towards the yard, exchanging a quiet look with Brady on the way.
“While we can.” Brady glances over his shoulder, giving Buck a nod of acknowledgment. “Till that thing reaches us, at least.” He tips his head due west, where another set of stormy gray clouds are forming on the horizon, thunder still just a soft, distant rumble yet. Buck hums in agreement and Benny can feel it the moment he spots Bucky out in the yard, can feel the way he freezes in his casual slouch. 
“What in the…” He trails off, pushing himself off the door frame.
“We're not sure…sir.” Brady trades another glance with Benny. “He's been out there for a while, though.”
“I think…” Benny tries, has to clear his throat to get the words out. “I think he's playing a game?”
“A game.” Buck huffs out, stepping in between Brady and Benny. “Of what?”
“Baseball would be my guess.” Benny finally looks up only to wish he hadn't. The devastation is clear on Buck’s face if you knew where to look for it; the clench in his jaw, the furrow between his brows, the ever so subtle slump of defeat in his shoulders. 
“Don't know what the score is, but who knows, bases could be loaded.” Brady snarks and Benny has never wanted to hit someone more. “Go get us the score, Major?” Buck only spares him a glance before he's charging down the couple of steps from their barrack and making his way across the yard, dodging mud puddles as he goes, his back straightening as though steeling himself for whatever he's about to encounter. 
“Why you gotta be such an asshole?” Benny shoots him a glare as they watch Buck cautiously come up on Bucky. “This can't be easy for him, seeing him like that.”
“It ain't easy for any of us, DeMarco.” Brady glares right back. “At least your Major's still got all his marbles, for Christ's sake. Less likely to kill us all in our sleep.”
“Hey.” Benny hisses out, only for both of them to jerk towards the raised voices of Buck and Bucky, hysterical laughter ringing out from one of them in the distance; sharing an uneasy look between them, they both know it ain't Buck. 
“It's just the weather.” Benny rubs tiredly at his face, forcing himself to calm down. “It's starting to get nicer out, the days are getting longer. We aren't just cooped up inside half frozen to death anymore.”
“Maybe,” Brady chuckles humorlessly, “but at least that was containing the crazy.” He shakes his head. “I mean, just look at him.” He keeps shaking his head as they watch Bucky gesticulate wildly, Buck stepping in closer and clearly saying something to try to get him to stop. “I got a bad feeling ‘bout this one, DeMarco.”
“He's going to be fine.” Benny tries to reassure them both after a long couple of seconds of just watching Buck and Bucky in the distance. “Maybe not now, but he will be when it counts. He's still one of us, one of our Majors, ain't he?” Benny scratches roughly at the scruff on his face, eyes stinging with the sudden urge to cry. “He's still the man who told you to jump first, always will be. Don't you got some trust in that?” He swallows hard against the growing lump in his throat.
Brady at least has the decency to look ashamed, averting his gaze as Buck and Bucky slowly start to make their way back towards them, their voices softly drifting back into range.
“Majors.” Benny struggles to stand the closer they get, his back stiff from sitting for so long. He seems to be doing a lot of it these days. “Everything as it should be?” He looks to Buck, watching him closely as the other man places a hand at the small of Bucky's back to seemingly keep him on track towards their barrack. 
“Yard's right where we left it.” Bucky confirms with a beaming smile to both him and Brady. It's only now, with him this up close, that Benny can see the flushed redness of his face, the sickly sweat sticking his curls to his forehead. Buck's arm moves behind him, either in an act of comfort or to move him further along, Benny's not sure. “Now if you'll excuse me,” Bucky tries to step up between him and Brady only to wobble in a way that has all three of them -- Buck, Brady, and Benny -- scrambling to steady him as he laughs, “I've been reliably informed I need a nap and a visit from the doc and I'll be right as rain, ain't that right, Major Cleven.”
“Can one of you--” Buck tiredly starts to ask only for Brady to cut him off with a quiet you got it, Major as he forces himself up and off the steps to make a beeline through the mud towards what passes for an infirmary in this place. 
“You sure you got him?” Benny moves to help further, only for Buck to wave him away as he finally finagles Bucky through the doorway and they both disappear inside; Bucky's quiet whining and Buck's answering dry sass bringing a small smile to Benny's face despite everything else.
Turning back to take in the wetland barrenness of the yard, Benny knows they're not all going to make it out of here alive, a fact he himself is still begrudgingly coming to terms with.
He knows that he might not ever see Meatball, his ma, or his home ever again, but -- just as he told Brady -- their Majors will always be the ones telling the rest of them to jump first because that's just the kind of men they are; that they've proven to be.
And that…that's something Benny’s always going to be willing to put his own trust in.
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