those are buckets

Washed Away

Nessian, 2.9k, Rated T

A/N: This is based on the moment in ACOWAR when Nesta admits that she can’t take baths anymore because of Hybern. I wanted Cassian to help her out with her fear.

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Nesta stared at the tub filled with an ankle deep of water. Her breath came out shaky, causing small waves to form over the surface. A towel wrapped around her skin, and the fabric irritatingly rubbed against her body. She knew there was no possibility of submerging herself in the water, two buckets were already filled beside it, but she wanted to try dipping her foot in. Just for a bit. Feyre had already contracted someone to install a shower, but it wasn’t going to be finished for another two weeks. Thus, Nesta continued her routine of using buckets.

Inside, Nesta knew she must look ridiculous, for she was staring at a seemingly empty bathtub. There was nothing in that water that would hurt her, not something that shallow at least. She would lift her leg and dip a toe, nothing more. That would be enough. All of her muscles seemed locked in place as her mind urged her leg to twitch towards the water. She could barely breathe the longer she stared, her thoughts circling around the image of Elain being shoved in those waters, not knowing whether her sister or a corpse would escape. Those moments when Nesta could hear her own heart thundering in her chest, even without Fae hearing. Then, Nesta’s thoughts raced to her own drowning. The tight grip of the Hybern soldiers’s hands on her body. The rage coursing through her as she pointed her finger. The flooding of her lungs—

“By the Cauldron! I am so sorry!”

Nesta whipped around faster than one could winnow to see Cassian standing in the doorway.

“What. The hell. Cassian.”

He was already retreating out the door, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m sorry Nesta. I thought—‘

“Did no one ever teach you to knock when there’s a closed door?”

“I’m sorry—“

“Closed, Cassian, the door was closed.” Her breathing came out incredibly ragged, and she practically shrieked, “Get out!”

She turned with every ounce of dignity she had left.

“What are those?”

Her voice came out very clipped. “What do you mean, what are those?”

His silence stretched on between them, daring her to turn around. She only allowed her head to graze over her shoulder before she saw he was not looking anywhere near her. Instead, his gaze locked on the buckets on the floor, and his eyes showed where his thoughts were going.

“Cassian. I said get out,” she snarled at him as she turned to face him fully.

“Nesta, are those—“

“They’re nothing,” she breathed, losing all courage from before, “Just leave.”

His head nodded at the order, still not looking at her as he left, lost in his own mind. When he closed the door, she walked over to check the lock and rested her back against the wall. Cassian’s interruption dragged more fight out of her than she thought it would, and she couldn’t motivate herself to even approach the tub let alone dip her toes. Her fight mellowed the longer she stood there, and she slid to the floor.

Too damn weak. She felt so inadequate that she couldn’t even stand. Everything seemed unnecessary beyond her inability to clean herself. Last time she washed was yesterday. She hadn’t done anything strenuous today, so she could wait. She could wait until tomorrow when she would have to wrestle with herself all over again to enter the bathroom and fill the buckets. When she drenched herself in their water, she would always hold her breath and move as quickly as possible. Her record was six bucketfuls, she didn’t think she could handle anything beyond that.

The water was surely cold by now, and as she stood to empty it, her legs shook. Plunging her hand into the tub for the drain, her eyes closed and she felt two silent tears slowly run down her face. The gurgling of the water was the only noise for a while until she heaved the buckets up to drain in the bath as well. Her towel somehow stayed snug against her body the whole time, and she hid the pails under the sink before leaving the room. Where she saw a hulking bat sitting across the hallway from her.

His lips moved as if to speak, but Nesta shot him a glare and practically ran to her room. She heard him follow her, but she just moved faster before slamming her door in his face.

As quickly as she could, she disrobed and dressed herself as he sighed on the other side.

“Nesta—“ he paused, as if wondering if she was going to let him continue—“I’m sorry about earlier. I was debriefing Rhys downstairs and was walking backwards into the door. I didn’t see it was closed. My apologies.”

She could hear him turning to walk away, but for whatever cauldron-damned reason, she opened her door.

“You weren’t there.”

His back strained at her words and his wings hitched slightly.

“Nesta, you know that ever since Hy—“

“Not there. I know there’s nothing you could have done. I don’t think you do, but that’s for another time.”

He was facing her now, and his jaw worked as if he were going to say something. She held up her hand. “Let me finish. You weren’t at the meeting with Graysen.” She took a deep breath, somehow this private admission a million times harder than the one that she made so long ago. “Your eyes were on those buckets, and your thoughts seemed to be working faster than your mind could handle. So I, ah, guess you should hear it from me before you draw your own conclusions. Taking a bath is pretty difficult after —“ she gestured pathetically with her arms—“everything. Feyre’s getting a, what do you call it? A shower installed. It’ll be another two weeks, so I use buckets instead of a bath. I wanted to see if I could dip my feet today, or at least my toes,” she sighed, “turns out I’m a little too pathetic for even that.”

She didn’t realize that she never once looked at him the whole time, but when she did, his face was completely stricken with devastation. Her fingers scratched behind her ear, and she attempted to walk past him.

“Nesta.” His hand was on her arm and his gaze was intense. “Nothing about your situation is pathetic. We share at lot of sexual jokes, but I’m serious when I say I have a shower at my house that you can use in the mean time. If you need to. Want to.”

She’d never admit how grateful she was at his offer, but the look in his eyes showed that maybe he could feel her relief. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Their gazes locked for a moment longer, before she turned to leave and his hand left her arm.


At Ritas that evening, the whole inner circle enjoyed a night out including Elain and Nesta. All together, they shared a few drinks though Nesta drank less than everyone and sat completely erect on a barstool. Their group swayed along to whatever tempo they pleased while Nesta stared amazed that even Amren joined in their revelry. Looking at them all, she knew she could join them, in fact, they’d already encouraged her multiple times. Cassian never directly asked her once, but his eyes skirted over to hers almost too often. As if now that she told him her fear, she would shatter if left to her own devices.

Nesta slowly nursed her water at his excessiveness until the prick behind her shoved into her the bar.

“Excuse—“ Nesta started as she turned around.

Her voice was drowned out by the fighting males behind her. And the full mug of ale that completely drenched her outfit. There was no time to become angry at her sodden state. The fighting pair continued as though nothing happened, and Nesta just stared at herself mouth agape.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY.”

Nesta looked up at that.

Cassian stood with his arms erect, breaking up the fight. His words were hushed between the two swaying drunks. Whatever he said calmed them, and his main tactic seemed to be forcing them to break eye contact by repeatedly claiming “look at me”. Nesta heard him say it so much that she didn’t realize he was saying it to her until she looked up.

His eyes were inches from her face and stared at her with concern. “There you are.” He gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. I wasn’t in that fight,” she hummed, “Can you get out of my face?”

He moved as if he just now realized their proximity and skirted his gaze down her dress. With his raised eyebrows, she couldn’t help but look too. “Nesta, I’d always thought I’d see you wet, but these were not quite the circumstances I was imagining.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped for a second time that evening. “Is there a real reason you came over here? Or did you just want to make some poorly timed innuendos and have to disrupt that fight to do it?”

“If you must know—” he leaned in close again—“your damp state seemed like you were going to need to wash.”

Nesta froze. She had not thought about that part of her evening yet.

“And I thought maybe you’d…want to come to my place.” The last words came so fast that she almost thought she misheard him. Almost. Which was why her response felt like too much.

“Fine. But you’re not allowed any more innuendos.”

He put his hands up in defense but wore a grin of satisfaction before leading the way out.

Not a word was spoken between them as they winded through the streets of Velaris. Nesta’s anxiety grew the longer they walked. From an outsider perspective, their situation would look promiscuous as he took her home, but there was nothing sexual about their silence. They weaved their way through town, down alleys, and Nesta could’ve sworn they‘d cross the Sidra twice. The peace shared between them seemed so delicate that Nesta had no desire to break it, especially since Cassian was offering so much to let her use his shower. A slight breeze passed, and Nesta’s dress, clinging to her body now that it was soaked, caused her to shiver.

She could feel Cassian look at her out of the corner of his eye and almost snapped. Tear him apart for taking them in a seemingly pointless journey through Velaris when there had to be a better route. Her mouth opened slightly to voice—

“Here we are,” Cassian gestured to a single brick townhouse, identical to all the others on the street. To Nesta’s surprise, every window had a lush garden growing in boxes underneath them. Cassian walked up the stairs, and Nesta stared at his back without really seeing it.

“Do all Illyrians in this city live in townhouses?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian jangled his keys, and Nesta began to ascend the stairs after him. “At least we’re not compensating for anything—” he turned to wink at her—“But considering there’s only three of us, yes we all do.”

Nesta scoffed at that and stepped aside as Cassian opened the door. As though he forgot she was there, he stumbled into his home without any bravado, not even turning on a light, and lightly made his away upstairs.

“Nesta, there’s definitely no water out there. If you would like to enjoy the particulars of indoor plumbing, you’ll need to follow me to the bedroom,” he called as he turned towards her.

“We agreed on no innuendos.”

“And there has yet to be one. The only bathroom with a shower here is upstairs—“ he turned back around—“So my offer still stands, but you’ll need to enter the room where I sleep.”

Nesta padded up after him.


His bathroom was huge. Everything in it was built to accommodate wings, making it all three times larger than necessary. What she assumed was his shower had three spigots each with two handles underneath. Cassian left her there unceremoniously, and she’d already stripped herself bare. Though she claimed she would be fine, there were too many levers and the water shot down in a pounding waves so hard that Nesta immediately turned it off, scared of its power. She cracked the door open.

“Cassian,” she practically whispered as if he’d be right inside his bedroom. No response.

“Cassian.” Much louder.

Footsteps sounded from downstairs, and she waited for his approach. She felt like an uncivilized idiot who couldn’t even learn how to use a freaking shower.

Someone tapped lightly on the door. “Can I come in, Nesta?” he sounded incredibly tired on the other side. She let him in.

“I don’t know how to work the shower,” she stated, “I mean I don’t know how to make the water more tolerable.”

He just stared at her. “Is the rain okay?”

“What?”

“You’ve been out in the rain since the cauldron. Is the rain okay?”

She thought back to memories of such gloomy weather and nodded. With those directions, he turned some dials on the faucets and spun the handles so water came out.

“That should feel like a light storm. If all three are too much, just use the one in the middle. The knobs underneath control the water temperature.”

A wave of exhaustion passed through her so strong that she had nothing to remind him that she knew how to turn it on. She left it at, “Thank you.”

As he left, he called, “When you’re done, just come get me to bring you home. I’ll be downstairs.”

She nodded before he turned and walked away. The bathroom that once seemed huge, now appeared tiny. Nothing in that room mattered except for the dripping water. Nesta stared at it a little, astonished that Cassian had been so generous throughout this whole situation. After so many years in that hovel, she was trained not to waste water, no matter how much she wished she could just stare at it and be clean. The towel dropped to the floor as she caught a waft of her beer-ladder self. Tentatively, she raised her arm and let the water cascade down. She could stop herself whenever she felt, but she chose to step over the tiny ledge on the floor anyway.

The sensation of all that water hitting her at once was too much. The warmth of it enveloping her to a point of choking that she blindly grasped for the faucet on her right, shutting the flow off immediately. On her other side, she fumbled more, but still managed to find it rather quickly. Above her, water came at a calming, leisurely rate. She closed her eyes. It’s just rain. It’s just rain. It’s just rain.

Her breathing slowed, slightly.

She could do this.

She’d already stood there for longer than those buckets could ever drench her. That thought though, forced herself to exit the stream. Her toes remained wet. She couldn’t help but think of only a few hours ago when she’d restrained from even putting her foot in the water. A sharp laugh escaped her.

Lathering herself in soap and washing multiple times, Nesta could only stand in the water for maybe a minute at a time before believing the shower a rainstorm washed away. All in all, she stayed there for maybe seven minutes. A short wash for anyone else, but the longest Nesta had had in months. Though they’d won the war, this felt like  Nesta’s largest victory. Cassian’s towel felt like velvet as she wrapped herself in it, wondering if she just thought that way because of the significance of her evening.

Outside, folded neatly on the bed, were a small stack of clothes meant for her. She quietly wandered downstairs to find Cassian. As she passed through his living room, she thought maybe he was in the kitchen only to find it empty. Rather, after some insistent searching, she found him curled on the couch, his wings forming a cocoon in place of blanket, making it appear as though he never meant to fall asleep.

His face seemed peaceful, more so than she had maybe ever seen it. After everything he had done for her tonight, he deserved some rest. She found a blanket and draped him in it before realizing that with his hulking form, there was really no place for her to sleep down here. Scrambling back up the stairs was her only option. First, she opened the door across the hall from his room, hoping to find a guest suite, but it was an office filled with maps and strategies. Which meant her only option was his bed. It felt like a personal intrusion, but the more exhausted part of her mind reminded her she’d already used his shower, so why not surrender to the comforts of his sheets.

Immediately, his scent invaded her nose the tighter she tucked herself in, but she found it intoxicating. A depressant stronger than any alcohol consumed that evening. She pulled the sheets tightly, almost feeling like Cassian was there with her. After almost no time at all, she fell asleep, her dreams filled with not a single drop of water.

In the morning, Cassian woke her up by poking her shoulder. They’d shared a small smile before he walked her home, and again neither of them said anything until they reached Rhys’s home where Nesta thanked him. Then, kissed him on the cheek, an action that surprised them both.

No matter how much shock there was though, Cassian welcomed her to his home for showers every day before Feyre got one installed. And thankfully never commented when she occasionally stopped in after it was.

150 Self-Discovery & Reflection Journal Prompts

1. What is going well in your life right now? 

2. Think of the last time you had a really great day. What was the best part of it? 

3. Write about a time you felt brave. 

4. How will you enjoy creativity and nature today?

5. List as many things as you can that make you happy. 

6. How can you take a break today? 

7. When is the last time you lost track of time? What were you doing? 

8. What is the last thing you created that you were proud of? 

9. When is the last time you were excited? What was happening? 

10. When do you create the best results or make the best decisions in your life? 

11. How do you enjoy spending your free time most? 

12. What are your greatest strengths? 

13. What values are most important to you? Are you living true to these values? Why or why not? 

14. If you could make a difference in the world, what would it be? 

15. If you had no fear, what would you do? 

16. What is the biggest barrier between you and your full honesty in journaling? 

17. What would you do with $10 million? 

18. Write a letter to your teenage self. 

19. What have you learned today that will make tomorrow better? 

20. What are you most grateful for? 

21. What would you do if you had no fears? 

22. Do you own things, or do things own you? 

23. What happens when you let go of expectations? 

24. What are you currently worrying about? 

25. Who are you? 

26. Who do you want to be? 

27. Write about a difficult time in your life when you showed strength. 

28. What makes you unique? 

29. Write a letter to someone who has supported you through the most difficult time in your life. 

30. What do joy and wellness look and feel like to you? 

31. What qualities do you look for in a friend? 

32. List your accomplishments and successes. 

33. Who made you feel good in this past week?

34. What activities make you feel energized? 

35. Reflect on the happiest moment of your life and write down how you felt, what you heard, etc. 

36. What is your most treasured possession and why?

37. What is the greatest life lesson you’ve ever learned? 

38. How do you feel about your body? 

39. Do you consider yourself a victim of your circumstances or a survivor? 

40. How does journaling help you? 

41. If you could run away, where would you go? What would you bring with you? 

42. What are two unforgettable moments in your life? 

43. Share your innermost secret; something you’ve never told anyone before. 

44. What is one thing you can do today to improve your health? 

45. What is the driving force in your life? 

46. What is your personal motto? 

47. Write a letter to someone you need to forgive. 

48. What are you angry about? 

49. How do you want to be remembered? What do you want to be remembered for? 

50. Choose a number and write a gratitude list. 

51. What do you need right now? 

52. Who or what means the world to you, and why? 

53. Share your favorite positive affirmations. 

54. What are you passionate about? 

55. Reflect on an old photograph and write about it. 

56. Write your own obituary. 

57. How do you manage stress? 

58. How does it feel to be the age that you currently are? 

59. What does authenticity mean to you? 

60. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received? Who was it from? Why is it the best? 

61. Do you practice any time management techniques? If not, do you think you could benefit from some? 

62. If you could relive any experience in your life, what would it be? 

63. Are you addicted to social media? Honestly assess yourself. 

64. Reflect on some of the changes you’ve seen in yourself over the last 5 years. 

65. What is your earliest childhood memory? 

66. Write a review of a book or movie that had a huge impact on you.

 67. What does growing older mean to you? 

68. What is your guilty pleasure? 

69. Write a letter to your future or current child. 

70. Look in the mirror and write about what you see. 

71. Where do you see yourself in 5, 10, 20 years? 

72. Write about your family members. 

73. Why is it important to embrace your inner child? 

74. What excites you about your future? 

75. List 5 short-term and long-term goals. Explain the steps you’ll take to achieve each of those goals. 

76. Share your bucket list. 

77. What bad habits do you have? 

78. Write about the place you grew up. 

79. Discuss an important and controversial topic that is relevant in the world right now and explain your stance on it. 

80. Write a letter to a pre-teen about body image. 

81. How do you maintain your mental, physical, and spiritual health? 

82. Are you honestly happy with how you have lived your life so far? 

83. What do you really, truly want? 

84. How can you amplify what you’re currently doing in your life? 

85. How can you make someone’s day today? 

86. What are you currently fighting or resisting? 

87. What does life want from you? 

88. What do you need to give yourself permission to do? Write a permission slip for it, as long as it is healthy. 

89. What do you want to learn today? 

90. What would happen if you forgave yourself for doing something you regret? 

91. How can you do more? 

92. How can you do less? 

93. Do you ever get in your own way? How? 

94. On this long journey of self-discovery, what do you hope to achieve or find?

95. What do you think shaped you into the person you are today? 

96. Knowing that you must let go of some things in order to move forward, what do you need to let go of? 

97. Is there anything you need to get off your chest? Write it out. 

98. When do you feel free and the most confident? 

99. List questions you need answers to. 

100. When you’re old and gray, what do you hope you remember about your life? 

101. Do you have depression or anxiety? If so, write about what it feels like, what it looks like, etc. 

102. What is motivating you to journal for self-discovery? 

103. Write a list of people you can trust or go to in times of need. Note contact information. 

104. If you lost everything, what would you do? Where would you go? 

105. If you knew you had a month to live, who would you call? What would you say? What would you do? 

106. How is your relationship with your parents? 

107. What is your dream job or profession? 

108. What is your stance on religion? Do you consider yourself religious? 

109. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done? 

110. What is worse: never trying, or trying and failing many times? 

111. What is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you? 

112. What would you change about your body? 

113. What does success actually mean to you?

114. How do you express your anger? Is this a good or healthy manner of expression? 

115. If you had 3 wishes, what would you wish for? 

116. List some of your favorite songs and note why you like them. 

117. Do you have any sexual fantasies? 

118. What is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made? 

119. Write a letter to someone you strongly admire. 

120. Do you procrastinate? When? What could you do to stop procrastinating?

121. What are your weaknesses? 

122. Describe your favorite season and why you like it. 

123. Write about how your sense of style has changed over the past 5 years. 

124. What is the meaning of life? 

125. What is your life’s purpose? 

126. What are you currently craving? 

127. What is something you would love to do, but aren’t sure if you can do? 

128. When do you feel the best about yourself? 

129. When do you feel the worst about yourself? 

130. Who are you not? 

131. How does your intuition or conscience speak to you? 

132. What aspect of your life do you need support in? 

133. What gave you great joy today? 

134. Did you feel lovable today? Why or why not? 

135. What expectations of yours haven’t been met recently? Why or why not? 

136. When you think about your future, how do you feel? 

137. Write about some of the negative things your inner critic says to you, and then disprove them with rational thoughts. 

138. If your life could be summarized or exuded in one word, what would that word be? 

139. Write about a moment experienced through your body. It could be making love, eating breakfast, laughing, etc. 

140. What couldn’t you live without? 

141. What does unconditional love look like to you? 

142. What do you wish others knew about you? 

143. If your body could talk to you, what would it say? 

144. What do you love about life? 

145. What emotions do you feel or associate with confidence? 

146. What are some things you’d like to say no to? 

147. How can having a positive attitude change your life? 

148. Write a pep talk to yourself for use the next time you feel upset or depressed. 

149. Write a letter to your future self. 

150. What have you learned by journaling for self-discovery?

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Remember that one time Mark went home for the holidays & he bought each member a gift, explaining specifically on Jaebum’s gift because Mark’s a sweetheart even tho bucket hats are a complete No-No.

hc that nursey and dex are secretly really good at what the other person is majoring in

nursey secretly is a genius and is actually super good at pretty much all STEM subjects, but he grew up reading a lot and while he’s great at all of those typical nerd subjects he’s only really passionate about lit and poetry which is why he chose english as a major

meanwhile dex is actually a literature NERD and he did really fucking well in high school english and he really loves writing, and for the longest time he wanted to pursue that, but because of his upbringing he decided to pursue comp sci as a major. and he isn’t even particularly good at comp sci and engineering and maths??? but he chose a major that was ~practical~ and would give him the most job prospects bc after his childhood in a small town where everyone knew everyone, he wanted out, he wanted to leave, and he knew to do that he needed a steady source of income, had to earn enough money to actually sustain himself.

so on top of nursey being attractive af and kinda annoying, dex kinda resents him for basically going after the future that he really wanted. dex HATES that nursey essentially has everything he wants

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She has actual sunbeams inside her. I’m sure of it.

Yvonne Strahovski attends the Premiere Of Hulu’s ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ at ArcLight Cinemas Cinerama Dome on April 25, 2017 in Hollywood, California.

HC: sleeping

Mephisto: 

  • he needs to talk to you in order to fall asleep, which makes being in different time zones a total disaster because should you not respond to his texts, then he will simply zap himself to you to talk to you in person
  • he’s an absolute nightmare when sleeping next to him; tossing, turning, stealing the blanket, kicking you out, snoring - the whole deal.
  • he’s a night owl and therefore HATES getting up early, so you better work on your ninja reflexes to not wake him up when you gotta go to work
  • he will expect you to leave him alone when he has work to do but if you ever try to pull an all-nighter because of work or something else, he will drag you to bed and it is not below you to simply to you up there, so you get some sleep
  • this guy survives on coffee, and secretly wonders how the fuck he has survived all those years before humans figured out how to work this magic out of coffee beans

Rin: 

  • he cannot get to sleep without a kiss or at least a hug from you
  • he also has trouble sleeping when you’re not next to him, which makes all of his colleagues be very annoyed on missions
  • during sleep he always has his head on your chest, it’s the easiest place for him to hear your heart beat without hearing the distracting gurgles inside your body
  • but he also moves a lot in his sleep and has more than once kicked you out of bed accidentally
  • he’s the worst for getting up, no amount of gentleness will get him out of dream land, get those ice buckets ready and throw them over him without any mercy if you want him to get up soon

Ryuji: 

  • you two don’t talk with each other before you go two sleep; it’s just your thing to relax and read something while he goes over mission details or re-reads sutras 
  • believe it or not he hates being the big spoon; having a mouth full of hair every night isn’t something he enjoys
  • but he will still rather die then let anyone know that he is usually the little spoon
  • plus, it makes it lot easier to get up before you when he just has to escape your arms and not get his arm out from under the body like it’s some kind of hot wire game
  • you have set routine when getting up. if he goes to the shower first, you make the coffee and he sets the table for breakfast while you shower, or the other way around

Yukio: 

  • you two play some kind of game before you go to sleep; doesn’t matter if it’s a board game or a card game
  • you start your night next to each other but somehow always end up laying between his legs and his arms wrapped around your torso
  • he isn’t an early riser because he wants to but because he has to
  • on off days, if you let him, he will sleep until 9-10 in the morning 
  • when he gets up on these days, he will greet you with sleepy eyes and an equally sleepy but very cute smile
first lady, one.

Originally posted by kths

summary: y/n was the one of the finest of her school when it came to ice hockey and her fame spread for all the championship territory once she became the first girl to make it to the team in almost two decades. but what happens when she finds that she’s not called first lady just because of her skills?
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 3.1k
content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The door set wide open made it easier to a helmet to be thrown across the locker room, compensating the turbulent flight by softly landing on a pile of towels on the farthest corner. Unfortunately, only the helmet had the chance of changing its previous mood: it didn’t take two seconds for you to stomp in, finding your balance over your blades at ease as you seemed to not get enough of cursing. Punches and kicks with no destiny keeping company to every word that left your mouth - 90% of those were profanities and the last 10% his name.

You finally took a seat when your head spinned around a thousand times in a nanosecond, allowing you to remember the known taste of anger and how it worked on you. It made you feel dizzy as hell and forget how to think, your whole being concentrating on what it felt, basically. The scenes from the past five minutes bombarding your brain and making your blood reach a whole new level of ebullition as you wore off your gear. 

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marksramen  asked:

i'm so glad i'm not the only one who wasn't a fan of the bucket hats kdsfgkg i feel bad because i'm usually so like 'wear what u want!! who cares!!' but apparently i'm a bad person and i have a line on that concept and that line is bucket hats

listen if hating those bucket hats makes you a terrible person than i must be satan bc i literally wanted to fly to korea, gather up all his bucket hats, set it ablaze, and roast marshmallows over it as i sing campfire songs n praise god bc finally the bucket hats are gone

Imagine Hvitserk taking a bet over you

Request: Hello doll! If your requests are open can I request a Hvitserk (or Ubbe you choose!) story where he is arguing with his brothers about which of them is best with women and they dare him to seduce the reader and bet he can’t do it. Reader likes him so accepts when he asks her out. Eventually they genuinely fall in live but then reader finds out somehow that it was a bet and is upset. He has to go after her and try to convince her of his love and win her back? Happy ending please :) Thanks!
Note: Will contain a lot of Hvitserk fluff, more don’t I have to say. ;-)
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Hvitserk P.O.V
Hvitserk stood against one of the wooden poles that supported the great hall. Just like his brothers he was looking to the people walking fort and back, trading, getting some sheeps throught the crowd, handling their own lives while the four sons of Ragnar where looking at it. Ubbe sat on the stairs, with a cup of ale, smiling like an idiot when Margrethe walked by. Talked about a slave they all had. But she saw Ivar lurking and she walked away without saying a thing. ‘It isn’t fair that we all have the same woman.’ Sigurd began from were he sat crouched down.
'Are you complaining brother?’ Ubbe asked him. Hvitserk chuckled and Sigurd trew him an sharp look.
'Not like you find somebody else brother.’ Ivar mocked on his turn. Ubbe looked over his shoulder towards Hvitserk, trowing him a promesing look by the discussion that Sigurd started … about woman.
'You shut up cripple, you can’t even get a woman on your own, we had to do it.’ Sigurd snapped. Ivar his eyes grew colder and Hvitserk was a little more alert. He hated it when Ivar became angry and certainly if Sigurd was the cause of it.
'You know what.’ Ivar began, his sudden angry in an instant away again. 'I bet Ubbe and Hvitserk can’t get a girl on their own.’
'We can.’ Ubbe and Hvitserk protested on the same time. Ivar started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief.
'You two always do it together, stealing our woman.’
'You need to be faster then brother.’ Ubbe joked. Hvitserk kicked his cup of ale against Ubbe his one and smiled. Ivar spitted on the ground, looking back to the people around the great hall. It was still for a moment, Hvitserk and Ubbe had the victory for this one. But Sigurd and Ivar … they sticked together on for once. Sigurd turned around to his two brothers.
'I bet you can’t seduce a woman we pick for you.’ Sigurd said to Hvitserk. Hvitserk drank his cup empty and gave it to his brother.
'Tell me, witch one.’ He reacted with a cocky grinn. Ivar chuckled and Sigurd started to look around.
'That girl.’ He pointed to you. Hvitserk followed his gaze to you, a seductive smile spreading over his lips.
'You make it way to easy for me brother.’
'I bet you can’t get her by tomorrow.’ Ivar started.
'I bet you can’t get her at all, she is a shy type.’ Sigurd smiled. Hvitserk turned around and looked back to you, the weight of buckets of water pulling your shoulders down.
'Brother can get her by tonight, and I bet even I can take her.’ Ubbe grinned. Hvitserk gave Ubbe a shoulderpet and walked away.
'See you brothers. Got a girl to catch.’ He winked.

Reader P.O.V
It was hard laybor, being a slave. You filled the buckets with water and walked back to the smith were you worked. The buckets were that heave you needed to put them down after a little walk. Your hand with red lines from their weight. 'Need a little hand?’
'Hmm.’ You turned around and frooze, looking to one of Ragnar sons. Why was he speaking to you? Why was he even looking, you were a nobody, just a slave. You know all about the sons of Ragnar but he probably would’t know a thing about you. 'No.’ You took the buckets and walked away fastly, embarrassed by the fact you could hold those buckets in one way.
'Let me help.’
'Oh, I got it. Thank you.’ You answered fastly. He stopped you by cutting of the way in front of you. The sudden stop smacked some water over the egde, soaked in your dress. You looked down while he appologized for it. It took you some time before you finally looked up to him, he smiled, a comforting one.
'Hvitserk.’ He introduced himself. Yes, you knew that, he was the second son of Ragnar. You watched those sons more than they would think.
'I knew that. I need to,’ you pointed to the way he was blocking, but he intterupted you.
'You are?’ He asked friendly.
'Y/n. I really need to go back to work, my owner,’ you swallowed your words trying not to thing of how mad he would be if you came to late with the buckets of water.
‘Can I help you y/n?’ You liked the way he spoke your name, it had a different touth, enjoyable. You looked down to the buckets, asking yourself if he would ever shut up if you just kept on handling things on your own. People where staring at the both of you, or more to him than you. You stood a little in the way of the other people passing.
‘Good.’ You sighned. He smiled the kind of smile that holded your eyes fixed on his lips for a moment. But as soon as he took the buckets you startled out of your gazing and walked aside him to the smith, noticing his strong arms, the ease in witch he carried the buckets for you. When you arrived on the smith he placed them down. ‘Thank you.’ You didn’t look at him, you just grabbed them before he could walk into that smith and ruin your boss his mood, he hated the sons of Ragnar.

Your life was a lonely one, you didn’t have somebody, hardly friends, no parents, only your boss and his son who worked in the smith. The only thing you owned was that little cabin in the woods. Your feet brought themselves forward while your thoughts drifted to the son of Ragnar helping you. In all those times you looked at them, Hvitserk was the one who jumped out. And he talked to you today, to a shy piteous girl like you, a nobody. You got so into you own tought that you just walked into him without even noticing. And before you could safe yourself from falling he holded you up by laying his hand on your waist. ‘You again.’ He smiled friendly. You totally frooze, feeling his hand on the small of your back, you being so close to him.
‘Sorry.’ You stammered, getting away from him as soon as you could.
‘I was looking for you.’ He announched, causing you to freeze a second time. Why? You slowly turned around to him again, looking to that handsome face and that bright seductive smile.
‘I should get home. Sorry for that,’ you pointed to the crash of earlier. But he grabbed your hand, pulled you as slowly back on your weak legs.
‘Y/n, don’t you see what I’m trying to do?’ He asked you on a soft tone. You gave him a short look before you looked down to his hand holding yours. What was he trying to do? Talk to you? Flirt with you? Accompany you? You never had this kind of attention before, not even in the slidest and now it came from Ragnar’s son. ‘Can I walk you home?’ He asked with a tilted head. You looked up to him, forced a insecure smile on your lips and nodded slowly. He smiled and gestured to the road in front of you, leaving your hand on his own again. You had to admit, you liked his touth, the way he spoke to you, his smile, bright eyes, the fact he called Hvitserk. ‘Do you life alone out here?’ he asked as soon as the trees swallowed the both of you into the forest. For you it didn’t present a thing, living in a forest, all by yourself, but his voice almost sounded concerned.
‘Lost my parents, this was their cabin.’
‘And you don’t have anybody else?’ He asked. You looked aside to him and shook you head. No, you had nobody. The fact that he was here on this moment was a little comforting. You didn’t felt tensed around him, only shy. ‘A shame that a girl like you lives here all by herself.’ He noticed when you arrived at the cabin. You stood still before the door and turned back around to him.
‘You get used to it.’ You shrugged, not looking to him, only to a fallen tree in the distant. ‘Thank you, for walking me home.’ You finally said, wanting to get in.
‘Y/n,’ He began. You sighned, closed your eyes and looked back up to him. ‘What is a beautifull girl doing here all by herself?’ He asked.
‘I don’t know. Like I said, I’m just to it.’
‘You shouldn’t.’ He protested, walking over to you. Your fingers tensed around the doorknot a little, axcious for what he was going to do. He stood still before you, laying his fingers under your chin, leading you head up so you maked contact with his eyes again. ‘A beautifull girl like you should live her life to the fullest.’ It was a kind of advise you gave yourself more often. But the fact you were that uncertain, shy, maked it hardly possible to do that.
‘I don’t know how.’ You shrugged. His finger stroke your cheek and you closed your eyes absorbing the gentle touth he gave you.
‘Let me show you. There is more in you than meets the eye.’
‘Why are you doing this Hvitserk?’ You asked him right back, uncertain. He brought his other hand up and cupped your face on both sides.
‘Because I noticed you a little longer than only today. And I hate it to see you so miserable, alone, uncertain.’ He whispered, bringing his face a little closer to yours. Your eyes scanned his whole face, his lips, the sencere concern in his expression. ‘Will you let me?’ He asked, pulling you just that little closer, almost causing your forehead to come in contact with his. You nodded slowly into his hands. He pulled you the last inches and placed his lips on yours in a rough kiss. This was your first kiss ever. You hand grabbed the fabrics of his clothes, surpriced by the feeling that he caused into your body. His kiss was gentle in a way and rough in another. The pressure his lips caused maked you even more weak in your knees. The first moment you did nothing, ajusting to the idea he was kissing you. But as soon as you opened your lips a little, kissed him uncertain back you know you fell for him.

Blakk has officially the Worst Luck Ever(tm)

In a perfectly Fair Fight, in which Blakk had higher strength and luck stats, and a weapon that statistically should hit harder than his opponent’s 60% of the time …

HE STILL LOST HORRIBLY.

To Derrick, of all people.

There is nobody in the galaxy with worse luck than Blakk.