Eyes speak so much louder than words and gestures. A glance can make someone feel completely ecstatic or entirely depressed. It could lift them into air, and it could drop them mercilessly just as fast. Words and actions are meaningless when compared with the language of the eyes. A flick, a flutter, or a glance convey love or pure hatred so much better. Ironically, they can make or break a relationship. Emotions are just concentrated in a person’s eyes. A window to their heart, perhaps. Just like how a clear glass shows what it’s holding inside. Almost see through for the ones who really try. However, it could be foggier than a London’s winter day for the ones who don’t really try to look. You can only find out how real a person’s feelings are by letting go of any prior expectations. Let it go, and stare on. Like, have you ever had feelings for someone that it was just clear as light to everyone around? You could have been oblivious to it. Hell, the person you harbored feelings for could have been oblivious to it too, but everyone else knew. Your feelings were just written in your eyes. You might have not spoken a word about it to anyone, but your eyes spoke way before your lips did. You can’t be ignorant with feelings. So open your eyes and look around. Figure out who really loves you, who is faking their love, and who is hiding their love behind a fog. You can ever know which angel is hiding behind Satan’s horns without really looking. At the end of the day, it’s the subtle things that really matter.
Sunday is having its Grand Opening! Say, “Hello!” to the brand new Sunday! You will notice some changes in the air, it’s much foggier. There are also some new lights that tend to come and go, which may offer unsolicited advice. Finally, Sunday has just acquired a new sense of self confidence! You go, Sunday!
you write a haechan (donghyuck) from nct imagine where its your first time
making out or smth and its all akward n cute ? tyyyy
(DON’T OWN THE GIF)
(STILL TAKING REQUESTS)
Hello my beautiful anon! Thank you so much for your request!
This is my first NCT request and I’m so happy that it’s about my beautiful baby
Haechan! He’s my bias and I’m very excited to be writing about him! I know the story is a little long for an imagine, and also kind of rushed, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Also, I’m sorry if it’s not as awkward and cute as you wanted, but I tried my best and I really hope I don’t disappoint! Please let me know what you think and please feel
free to request again in the future! :)
Making out wasn’t like in the movies, that was for sure.
In the short time span you had been alive you had always
believed that making out with the one you loved was this fun, cute thing that
happened in every teen based TV show you had ever seen. That it was something
exciting and pleasurable and something that couldn’t be explained. That it was
something that just happened. Something that everyone naturally knew how to do.
Something that was, well…easy.
Yet, here you were, leaning against the edge of the kitchen
counter as Haechan, your boyfriend of 3 months, continued to kiss you passionately,
your arms awkwardly hanging by your sides as his hands continued to confidently
rub against the thin material covering your waist. Your mind continued to get
increasingly foggier, the warm feeling of Haechan pressed against you traveling
through your body and into your chest, your heart swelling in happiness but
your body freezing in inexperience.
“Babe.” Haechan chuckled suddenly, his sweet voice forcing
you out of your trance as he pulled away from you softly. “You can’t just stand
there. Kissing is a 2-person thing, ya know. This isn’t a K-Drama.”
You looked up at him and laughed, his humor making you feel
slightly better about the awkward situation. You then continued to let out a
small sigh and shook your head lightly, your teeth gently pushing into your
bottom lip as the right words failed to form in your mouth.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your shyness keeping you from
meeting his eyes. “I’ve just never done this before and you obviously have. I
don’t really know what to do.”
Haechan looked at you and laughed, his hand gently reaching
out and gripping your chin as he forced you to look away from the ground and
into his eyes. Pools of brown bored into your face as he gave you a small
smile, gently removing his other hand from your waist and gripping your wrist,
slowly moving your hand from awkwardly hanging by your side and to his neck,
small shocks running through your arm as the warmth of his skin met yours.
“Well, let’s start with this.” Haechan recommended playfully,
slowly moving closer to you as he brought your other hand to his waist. “I’m
not expecting you to be some professional kisser or anything, but you at least
got to do something with your hands.”
You let out a small laugh, looking into Haechan’s lively
gaze as his notorious, yet charmingly devilish nature started to take over. You
moved toward him slowly, your heartbeat speeding up as you could feel his warm
breath fan against your lips. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as he
leaned into you, his lips no more than a centimeter away from yours as he
watched nervousness slowly return to your body.
“Don’t worry, jagiya. Practice makes perfect, right?” He
asked, not even giving you time to answer before his warm and gentle lips
reconnected with yours.
The kiss was tame at first, soft presses of velvety skin
meeting one another and making your heart burst. You leaned into Haechan
impulsively, your hand gently squeezing the back of his neck as all feelings of
nervousness and inexperience quickly started to leave your body. Haechan’s
fingertips slowly began to ghost down your neck and back to your waist, his
sweet lips pressing harder against yours as he pulled you closer to him.
You froze for a moment, your mind becoming foggy once again as
the new feeling became somewhat overwhelming. Haechan was comforting though,
his gentle lips whispering small, reassuring words as tingles begun to crawl
down your spine. You unconsciously shuttered, a small gasp leaving your lips as
you pulled Haechan closer to you, warmth spreading through your body as you
finally began to stop worrying and lost yourself in the kiss.
Haechan let out a small groan, slowly testing the waters by
lightly grazing your bottom lip with his tongue. Another tremor ran through
you, your mind racing with thoughts as you slowly opened your mouth and met
your hot tongue with his. You couldn’t help but wonder if what you were doing
was right or if you were taking a completely wrong path, but at this point you
didn’t care, the pleasurable feeling of Haechan’s lips pressed against yours
better than anything you had ever felt before.
The two of you only kissed for another minute or so, the
need for air finally beginning to set in and forcing you to pull away. Haechan immediately
tried to pull you to him again, his sly attempt at stealing another kiss making
you giggle as you placed your hands on his chest and created a slight distance.
Haechan looked down at you, a bright
sparkle in his eyes as he stared down into your blush covered face.
“See, I told you not to be nervous. We just need to practice
some more…a lot more…like right now more.” He said, a playful attitude lacing
his voice as he smiled at you gently.
“You will NOT practice more.” A voice screamed, the
exasperated tone ringing throughout the dorm and making you jump. You looked up
immediately, eyes searching for the perpetrator before coming face to face with
Taeil and the rest of the boys, the light shuffle of shoes against wood
entering your ears as all of them quickly made their way into the kitchen.
“Taeil!” Haechan gasped, gently removing his arms from your
waist as his eyes grew wide in concern.
“Don’t ‘Taeil’ me! What the heck do you two think you’re
doing!?” He asked, hand reaching forward and pointing at the two of you as if
you had just been caught making out by a parent or teacher.
You looked at him in surprise, eyes wide as fear and embarrassment
set in. You were frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights, your face
heating up as a deep blush made its way onto your cheeks and your hands fidgety
as you heard some of the other boy’s chuckle at your state.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in on something
like this?! Winwin is probably scarred for life now!” Yuta hissed, quickly
grabbing Winwin’s arm and pulling him through the dorm.
“Yeah, we don’t want to see you getting it on in the
kitchen! This is where we eat!” Mark scolded, quickly making his way past you
and Haechan and into his room.
“You’re only children! Don’t ever let me catch you doing
that again!” Taeyong demanded, a deep sense of authority lacing his words as he
made his way into the living room and turned on the TV.
You heard a chorus of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘for reals’ as the rest
of the members quickly made their way inside, each of them giving you and
Haechan the stare down as all of them ended up lounging in the living room. You
looked at Haechan with wide eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do, and
gave a slight shrug, hoping he would say something to lighten the awkward
“Hey, Haechan. I’m watching you, buddy.” Johnny called out,
eyes boring into his before secretly giving him a small smirk and a giant thumbs up.
Summary: the reader has been having awful nightmares and it leads to one bad school day and a whole lot of fluff!
Warnings: swearing, alluding to murder (is that even a warning??)
(S/n) = school name
(Y/b/n) = your bully’s name
Blood. There was blood everywhere you looked, running red rivers turned into oceans. At your feet, the cold and stiff hand of your mother had fallen. Just moments ago, you had watched her scream and beg for her life. You tried to run towards her, to save her. But your feet were planted forcefully to the spot, ensuring you could see as the tall black figure plunged a knife into her neck. Her pale and lifeless eyes gazed up at you, her mouth hung open in terror.
Without warning, her corpse unleashed an ungodly screech, jolting you out of your nightmare.
Sweat poured from your body as you peeled your pyjama top off of you and sighed. This was the 4th nightmare of the week and it was only Wednesday. You just couldn’t do it anymore. Every night and nap, without fail, you were forced to watch as everyone you loved was slaughtered right before your eyes. Your mother, your father, your sibling and even your boyfriend.
The cruel face of the alarm clock read 3:52am. The red numbers blinked at you furiously, angry at your presence. Maybe JD would be awake right now…
You awake..? X
You hovered over the send button for a while before deciding against it. He’d probably just get mad…
‘Fuck it’, you though. If the nightmares wouldn’t stop, you’d just stop sleeping. Tying your (h/l) (h/c) up in a messy ponytail, you pull out a book and begin to read until the sun came up.
Arriving at (s/n), you’re greeted by the usual smirk of your boyfriend, Jason 'JD’ Dean. In his hand, a blue raspberry slushee cup.
“Care for a hit?” He asked you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “You look like you could use it.”
Glaring slightly, you take the cup and drink fast, causing a searing cold to tear through your mind like a blade.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, making JD chuckle.
“Did you sleep at all, (y/n/n)?” He asks, sarcasm dripping from his blue tongue.
“Did you?” You quip back, hoping to turn the conversation around. He doesn’t need to know, you think.
“Not at all, actually. I was… busy.” He replies with an air of caution in his voice. You cock your head with confusion, like a lost puppy, but shrug it off.
Walking down the halls was weird. Blame it on sleep loss but something felt different. As though somebody was missing… It took about an hour or so but eventually, it clicked. (Y/b/n) wasn’t there! You asked around but nobody seemed to know. Apparently they’re sick? Something about that didn’t sound quite right. But your mind was too foggy with sleep deprivation to care too much.
Days without sleep turned to weeks and each day, your brain became foggier. (Y/b/n) had yet to return to school and an investigation was now underway. You prayed they wouldn’t call on you for a statement, knowing that no coherent words would form from your lips. As luck would have it, you had only had to face 2 tests in the last three weeks, both of which you failed pitifully. It was getting bad… Noticeably so.
JD had been trying incredibly hard to find out what was wrong with you but you kept your mouth shut tight.
He doesn’t need to know.
He began to wonder if someone was bullying you and became extremely intent on finding out who. When his searches came up empty, he was frantic.
“Who is it? You’ve GOT to tell me! Is it Jack? Katie? Betty?” He was jumping up and down in the hallway, trench coat swinging as he went. To you, he looked hilarious but adorable. Like a dog with a bone, he kept throwing out names in hopes of a reaction.
As you walked, the hallway began to stretch and distort before your eyes. The words that your boyfriend was speaking began to float away into white noise, barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Slowly, every colour fused into one largely white blob and your knees caved underneath you. The last thing you remember was JD screaming your name. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of the solid floor but… it never came. Instead, you felt calloused hands on your bare arm before everything went black.
“JD!! No! Please don’t die, please! You can fight him! Please!” You screamed. The familiar scene of torture unfolded in front of you, this time your trench coat clad boyfriend was the victim. The deep red seemed almost neon against his black attire, his screams shook to your core.
You look down to see your wrists shaking, nails drawing blood from your palms. You push harder, trying to move. Nothing.
“(Y/n), sweetheart? I heard screaming. What’s going o-” Your mother enters the scene. As quickly as she’s there, she’s gone. Writhing on the floor in agony, you watch the features etched onto her face go stiff.
This continues as your father, best friend, sibling and other friends of yours enter and die. It’s almost like a conveyor belt in a sick and sadistic factory. Around your feet, corpses litter the floor. Each face filled with its own tragedy.
Wake up… please wake up…
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Your boyfriend says frantically, watching your body contort with pain. Tears flood down your cheeks, hands balled up in fists around the white sheets.
Finally, you wake with a deep and throaty scream. Your voice is hoarse from the internalised screams. Without even acknowledging he was there, you roll over to JD and clutch onto the thick black fabric of his coat.
“(Y/n),” he begins, a tone of anger in his voice. “What the hell happened?! You blacked out! And now this!”
Teary eyed, you look up to him and sniff.
“I… I kept having these n nightmares and I I couldn’t sleep so I just s stopped sleeping.” You stammer out, feeling weak and weary. You hear the boy above you sigh with disappointment. You shut your eyes tight, preparing for him to shout.
Instead, you feel his arms pull you close to his body. Allowing all anger leave his body in the remnants of a head shake, he rests his head atop yours.
“W why aren’t you mad..?” You question, voice trembling.
“I am mad, (y/n). But we can talk about this later. Right now, you need to sleep.”
With that, he places a gentle kiss atop your (h/c) hair and intertwines his legs with yours. For the first time in weeks, you feel safe. Your eyelids flutter shut as you press your body further into his. For the first time, you sleep peacefully.
“I love you, (y/n)” you hear him mutter to himself. Knowing he didn’t want you to hear that, you just smile to yourself.
That night, you dreamt of him. Alive, well and in love.
For @beepbeeplettuceboi : Do you accept prompts? Do you watch Voltron?? If so, what if Lance finds his family in a Galran prison, but he’s hurt real bad and is thrown in there to die. So he tries to explain what happened and so do they. Then they get rescued. But what if someone doesn’t make it???
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Drabble Request by Anon
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts
82: Do that Again
85: Tell Me What You Want
You were hunched over the mirror in the bathroom naked and moaning at your husband. “J-Jungkook.” He glanced at you through the mirror.
“Tell me Jagi…Tell me what you want.” He said low enough for you to hear as his fingers rubbed up and down your core just before he licked his lips and bend down to devour you.
Your breath started to fog up the mirror as you felt his tongue lap at your clit as he waited for your response. You started to pant quietly as he moved his actions to your entrance. Sucking and slurping. He spreads you even wider to attack your forbidden place as his tongue probed the location. He pulls back just as you arch your back and he shoves his hot throbbing cock inside you hitting your spot. He pauses.
You whimper at the action. “Do that again.” You moaned out as he moves again hitting your sweet spot like you requested causing you to clench around him.
He grabbed your arms by the elbows pulling you back into him causing him to bury himself deeper within you. “I want you to look at me in the mirror and watch us.” He grunts out.
You bite your lip as you make eye contact with your husband in the mirror. His eyes darkening with pure lust as you can see his sweat glistening on his face and down his chest. You could feel yourself coming close to your end. “I’m going….oh my god…” you moaned out causing him to slow down.
“No jagi, you won’t.” He says teasingly. “Not yet.” As he went to a slower pace a few thrusts just before he stopped all together. He pulled out and carried you to your shared bedroom. “Get on top of the mirror on the bed. Face down, ass up, hands and knees.” He commanded.
You did as you were told and as soon as you do it, he is back inside you going faster and hard. Your breath starts fogging up the mirror beneath you. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you can see everything. The sight turning you on so much.
Jungkook watches you in the mirror. The sight of his wife being turned on by the sheer fact of seeing herself through the mirror as her husband roughly manhandled her, he bit his own lip in satisfaction. You clenched around him as his thrusts started to slow and become sloppy. “Come.” He moans and as soon as he gave you the permission to do so, you come undone panting onto the mirror as if it couldn’t get any foggier. You could feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you could feel him pulsating his release within you. His voice staggers in uneven breathing.
As you stay connected with him for a few minutes he starts smirking into the mirror at you. “Who would have thought you get turned on by watching yourself in the mirror?” He chuckles teasingly causing you to blush and pull him out of you as you crawled away, but he pulls you back. “Ah ah ah..” he says to you causing you to yelp out of surprise. “We aren’t done yet.”
Your eyes widened.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader
Y/N = Your Name
Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour
Summary: Werewolf attack in a motel room where Dean and Sam are knocked out quickly by the monster. It’s up to you to protect your brothers, but at what cost?
Warning: Blood and death and all that stuff that you would imagine that comes with a werewolf attack idk
A/N: Idk if this will be any good I literally just came on here to look through my feed and then found myself writing this. But it’s a little fluffy and a little sad so whatever floats your boat, take what you need from this. It’s more of a Sam x sister then Dean x sister btw. Lots of love xx
Shattering glass and a deep growling ripping from a human’s voice box pulled you awake from your light hunters sleep. Your hand gripped around your mother’s gun under your pillow as Dean’s voice rung in your head, “shoot first, ask question later”. So you jumped up into a kneeling position on your dead and pointed the familiar gun towards the werewolf pinning Dean down on the kitchen floor as you let the bullets fly, echoing around the room as Dean lay frozen on the ground. The werewolf looked up and growled louder, I guess you didn’t have the silver bullets in this gun.
The werewolf now had it’s attention on you as it prowled over to you. Panic was creeping up your back and fogging your mind but you stood strong and confident in the werewolf’s wake. You could handle this, you had to, you had too so you could protect your injured brothers. The werewolf came to a stand next to the also unconscious Sam as it lent down to sniff him as he started to drool. It’s mouth extended and it’s pointed teeth glistened under the swinging lights.
So. I was having my 3 day vacation when I thought, “hey! it would be cool to play dnd with my friends” so I asked @crimsinash, @echollama and @zyptoskid to play.
The game is set on a fantasy world where magic exists. To utilize magic, the people of this world has to use their own blood to create a magic circle, that if activated, will cast the spell. But if the magic circle won’t be activated when the blood dries, it will be deemed useless. Those who can use magic are the races with a high level of intelligence.
There are 4 races who live in this world; humans, beastmen, elves, and dwarves. Each one of them has their own unique ability. Dwarves are known for their super strength, they can use two handed weapons using one hand and can carry huge boulders with ease. Elves are the ones with keen eyesight, which enables them to spot enemies from far distance. Beastmen is a pretty diverse race but they have the abilities that their animal part has. humans on the other hand has a slow drying blood, which is pretty handy for magicians.
These races don’t exactly fancy each other. But when a meteorite struck this world. These races will have to join forces. To defeat the emerging 5th race, the one they call demons.
Demons are creatures who have no magic affinity, but they are capable of reconstructing their bodies by their own will. Thus, they are able to have all the traits the other 4 races have and destroy everything on its path. The signs of a nearby demon is the miasma that they release which rots plants and more. So, if your plant starts rotting and the air starts getting foggier, run. A demon is nearby.
The character that is @crimsinash is named Blek. A beastman(dragon) mercenary who takes odd jobs and usually stay in the bar to drink alcohol. Her past is yet to be known but she is well versed with the dragon tongue. In the middle of the story, Blek nearly turned into a demon to save Jangles. But thanks to the intervention of the strongest Beastman, Hisame, her mind was still intact. Most of her body was transfigured to a demon, which removed some of her abilities as a dragonkin.
The character made by @echollama is called Jangles. A human baker who was once an assassin but retired due to circumstances. He still keeps some of his gear but what he does now is bake stuff. He was also nearly converted to a demon but due to Bleks persuasion, he was reverted back to being human.
And the character that has just joined the crew is Hypho by @zyptoskid. A human druid who was wandered around the wilderness and is a well-versed marksman. He has spent most of his time alone in the woods and mountains to improve his craft. He also has a lot of scars but the most prominent ones are the one on his right hand(extending from his wrist to his middle forearm) and the one on his face(lower lip to chin but is covered by his facial hair)
Okay, but what if Ezra didn’t have that picture of his parents. Imagine him trying to remember what they look like but each time it becomes foggier until he can’t picture them anymore. And farther in the future, when he tries to think of them he can only picture Kanan and Hera.
Prompt #12: “Is your name WiFi? Because I think we have a connection.”
A/N: You guessed it! Another prompt from @andtheraincamefalling Bad Pick Up Line Challenge that you can find here! Come on, it’s Sam. But this one is actually a little longer, but I’m pretty proud of myself with how it turned out! And I know, pick up lines are supposed to be cheesy, but this one just makes my hearth ache…
Warnings: angsty, fluffy towards the end, swearing (SPN usual), death, memory loss
Sam looked up from the book, his eyes searching for any kind of change in your demeanor. Dean simply stood with his hands in his pockets, trying not to let his breath catch in his throat as you stirred, groaning in discomfort.
Had you been able to see him properly, you probably would’ve noticed the worry in his eyes. You would’ve joked about how you were going to be fine and that he was overreacting. You probably would’ve noticed the way Sam’s hands trembled as he lowered the spell book. You would’ve taken note of how his Adam’s apple bobbed ever so slightly as he waited.
The moon shined down on the two superheroes as they leapt
from rooftop to rooftop. They were just finishing up their Sunday patrol by
having a race to their usual meeting spot: A horizontal beam near the top of
the Eiffel Tower.
Ladybug arrived first, winning the race, her fast yoyo
swings allowing her to pass Chat Noir just as he was reaching the top.
She let out a victorious whoop as she landed. Chat landed a
second later, pouting at his loss.
She wiggled and bounced excitedly. “And the crowd goes wild!
Ladybug once again the victor in the fourth annual Paris superhero race!”
Chat chuckled. “Wow. The fourth huh?”
Ladybug turned to look at him, blushing slightly. “Come on
Kitten! Let me have this. This is the first time I get to be the one to celebrate.”
He smiled at her. “Well then, celebrate away.” He made a
shooing motion with his hand.
She pouted. “You ruined it,” She kept up the pout just long
enough for Chat to start looking regretful before breaking. “I’m just messing
with you, Kitten.” She tapped his bell as she giggled.
Chat grinned softly at her. Their eyes locked together for a
long moment. Their mutual affection shining through their gazes.
They broke apart when a small beeping noise sounded from
Chat’s baton. He quickly glanced at the display, a small frown making its way
onto his face. The bitter look made Ladybug frown as well.
“Chat, is everything alright?” She asked tentatively.
He slowly shook his head. “I forgot that I set this alarm.”
He said quietly.
Ladybug shifted on her feet and, making a decision, reached
out to put a comforting hand on her partners shoulder. He looked grateful for
She took a deep breath to calm herself. “What was the alarm
for?” She blinked rapidly. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course, because I
don’t mean to pry, I promise, you don’t need to-”
“This time three years ago my mother disappeared.” He
interrupted her, his eyes gazed into hers. “I forgot, last time that is, to
remember.” He looked guilty. “So this time I set an alarm.”
“You don’t have to feel guilty for being happy, Kitten.” She
squeezed his shoulder.
He smiled at her. “I know. It’s just…” He bit his lip. “My
memory of her gets foggier every year and I, I just don’t know what to do about
it. What if one day I can’t even remember her face without a photo?”
“I mean, I… I don’t.” He looked helpless. “I don’t know.” He
Ladybug slid her arm around him and used it to pull him into
a hug. He slid his arms around her in return, tightly hugging her back. He
buried his head in her shoulder.
“Do you want to stay like this for a while?” She asked
A/N: Not sure if I like this, thought the scenario was cute though. Sorry, I haven’t been posting the past few days but I have been heckin’ busy. Might write another something if I’m not too tired tonight c:
Warnings: None. Maybe a vague mention of smut but nothing else.
Words: 827. A little shorter than expected but hey ho..
Summary: The last thing Brandon Stark remembered was darkness, and it was darkness he woke to.
Brandon Stark survives King’s Landing with scars both physical and emotional. The world as he knew it has changed, and at the center of it all is a bastard boy with his mother’s eyes.
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationships: Brandon Stark & Lyanna Stark, Brandon Stark & Ned Stark, Jon Snow & Brandon Stark Tags: Brandon Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, (just in case), Platonic Relationships, Family Dynamics Chapters: ¾
Normally, travelers use the Ethereal Plane to cross the plane it
is coexistent with.
To some, the Ethereal Plane may have a
separate region away from the Material Plane it is bonded to.
This area is the Deep Ethereal.
The best way to describe the Deep Ethereal is the analogy of
an ocean and a seashore.
The shallow water near the shore is
the Ethereal Plane where it is coexistent with the Material Plane.
As one moves out to sea (and away from the Material Plane),
the sea deepens until finally one loses sight of land entirely.
deep ocean is the Deep Ethereal.
Travelers on their way to the Deep Ethereal see the Material
Plane becoming even foggier.
Sight dims from the usual 60-foot
radius, losing 10 feet each minute until finally the traveler only
can see within a 10-foot radius.
At that point, the traveler has
left the Material Plane behind.
To an observer who remains
behind, the traveler grows foggier and foggier, then vanishes
With no landmarks, travel in the Deep Ethereal works much
like movement on the Astral Plane, where only time matters, not
direction or distance.
Depending on the destination, a trip in the
Deep Ethereal takes minutes or hours.
When returning to the Material Plane, the individual re-appears
in a random location, instead of returning to where he or she
The traveler’s return point is 1d10 miles away from the
original starting point for each minute the traveler has been
trying to return.
Determine the direction of the new exit point
For example, a wizard hunts for a color pool in the Deep
Ethereal, taking 30 hours to do so.
She then attempts to return
to the Material Plane, taking 3 minutes (rolled randomly) to do
She arrives 3d10 miles away from her starting point in a
The D&D cosmology has no Deep Ethereal, but you can add
one to your cosmology as a method of reaching other planes or
a place where particularly nasty creatures (such as a kingdom of
ghosts or a realm of dreams) live.
Y/N jumped slightly at the sound of the front door slamming closed, nearly slipping on the wet tiles of the shower floor. Steve had been away for the day, some type of recon or something. She usually had no idea what went down during his missions, he preferred to talk about pretty much anything other than work. It was only every once in a while that he opened up about The Avengers business and even then it was only to ask her opinion on whether he was doing the right thing or not.
By the sound of his heavy footsteps it was pretty obvious he hadn’t had a very good day. She knew that he’d want to just relax without having to talk about what had happened. More sounds of his frustration could be heard as he let something hit the ground with a loud crash. Probably his shield.
She had already finished bathing but she knew he’d be joining her in a matter of minutes so she remained under the spray of water, making sure to turn the knob getting the water even hotter than before, knowing that his tense muscles will need it. The Bathroom door opened and closed with a harsh thud and she could see him expertly removing his uniform through the clouded glass.
A gust of cool air hit her body as Steve opened the shower door. His eyes fell down quickly but crept back up her naked skin slowly, until their eyes met. He stepped inside, making her feel incredibly tiny with his massive physique. The hot water hitting him has him letting out a sigh and he reaches his hand out, running it down her forearm and taking her hand in his own. He gently guides her closer until she’s standing directly in front of him. His head is bowed, water dripping from his hair and onto her face as he leans closer, catching her lips in a soft kiss.
It always went like this. He’d stomp around looking like he was ready to kill someone, but the second he touched her, or even looked at her, he melted into a a puddle of mush. Just like this time. His arms encircle her and their naked bodies mold together in the most perfect way. It’s the best way he can possibly think of to relieve his stress. Her fingers ghost over his sides before running along his back muscles as the water falls over the two of them.
With every breath he takes a little more of his anger gets washed away, and every time she leans in to kiss water droplets from his chest his mind gets foggier, causing him to forget that he was ever agitated to begin with. All the while not a word is spoken. Y/N knows that all he needs is quiet, it’s something he was used to at an earlier time in his life and it was always calming. And Steve knew that she was okay with not talking about it. She was okay with whatever he needed.
Then, he finally spoke a small, whispered confession.
Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events (Part 1). After that night things just aren’t quite the same.
Alright guys, here is the intro to the Steve’s Notebook miniseries that I announced recently. As it is an intro, this one does not include any suggestions from you guys, but I’m currently working on one, as well as a story for the main (Y/N) Barnes series! So keep an eye out!
If you want to get involved, send me a suggestion of what you want to see in Steve’s Notebook, and I will write it, and dedicate the story to you!!!
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Steve was sitting at the dining room table, pinching the bridge of his nose, elbow on the table, and eyes scrunched tight. A book was open on the table, cover up, in front of him.
“Steve, what’s wrong?” you asked, approaching him gently. You knew that he was stressed, confused and overwhelmed. Getting closer, you were able to see the title of the book.
100 Movies to See Before You Die.
He dropped his hand from his face when he realised that you were there, and faked a tight smile.
“I’m ok. Just a little headache,” he replied.
Even if you weren’t an empath, you would have known he was lying. You understood why he lied though, and you didn’t pull him up on it. Being your friend was hard enough, without the extra stress of your powers. Something that you had recently been reminded of.
“Your shoulders are tensing,” you pointed out.
Steve shook out his arms, but the tension remained. You had an idea, and popped into the kitchen, placing a heat pack in the microwave. This always helped you relax, and you were hoping it would help him too.
Returning to him, you gently draped the heat pack around his neck, and held it in place on his shoulders. You heard a sigh, and he leaned back in his chair, resting his head against you.
“What’s bothering you Steve?”
“We missed so much (Y/N). Movies, music, cultural events, historical moments… all things people reference on a daily basis, and I can barely understand what they’re saying…” Steve explained carefully. “I don’t think I can feel like I belong until I catch up… but there is so much, it’s overwhelming…”
You nodded your agreement. You were always amazed by Steve. At first, he was just as closed off from this new world as you. You had both watched movies, and read books and other things, but couldn’t get past your longing for the time you knew.
When you had both been recruited for the Avengers, Steve once again felt as if there was a place in the world for him, no matter how much things had changed. He began throwing himself into catching up on as much as he could.
You wished that you shared his enthusiasm. You had not condemned all modern luxuries, of course. But, you were happy to go at a slower pace. In honesty, you felt as if, the quicker you adapted to this new century, this new life, the quicker you would leave your old life behind. The further away it would seem. The foggier your memories of Bucky would become. And that terrified you.
You thought for a while about Steve’s stress, and decided that, no matter how you felt personally, you would help him in any way possible.
“Wait here for a moment,” you stated, prompting Steve to support the heat pack himself.
You went into your bedroom, and riffled through one of the drawers of your desk, finding exactly what you were looking for.
Back in the living room, you placed the notebook and pen in front of Steve.
“We’ll make a list, of every essential. Everything people recommend to you. And, then we’ll go through it point by point, until you’ve caught up. How does that sound?” you asked, opening the notebook, and taking the cap of the pen off.
Steve was silent for a moment. He was just as overwhelmed, as if the task of even making the list was daunting, until finally he nodded.
“Thank you (Y/N). I know that you’re not all that interested in catching up on everything. So I appreciate your help.”
“Hey now. I’m not opposed to watching the movies in that book,” you pointed to the book for emphasis. “I am especially happy to read some of the books that people think I should read. But, mostly, I am always interested in you. And this is something you want to do. So, where possible, I’ll do it with you.”
“Thank you,” Steve stood, and wrapped his arms around you, letting the heat pack fall to the floor. Some of the tension in his shoulders seemed to have disappeared.
“Of course Steve. I love you,” you replied, holding him tightly.
“I love you too.”
“Now,” you began after Steve let you go, “where should we start?”
“Stark recommended a movie to me,” Steve replied, retrieving the heat pack, and sitting back down.
“Oh?” you prompted, dragging a chair up as close as possible.
“Star… Star something…”
“Maybe it’s in this book?” You picked it up and started flicking through the pages.
“Is this alphabetised or ranked by quality?” you asked.
“Alphabetised I think,” Steve replied, picking up the pen, and pulling the notebook closer.
You spent the rest of the night, going through the book, remembering conversations, and jotting down as much as possible. By the time you were both ready for bed, the light was peaking in through the curtains, and you had a sizable list to begin working through.
Steve’s Notebook would definitely keep you busy for quite a while, and you were sure that you would add much more to it than you would ever be able to cross off.