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annasfantasies · 3 months

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aaaaa I saw "request: open" and I can't hold myself back !! Anyway, I was wondering if you could do a fic ab Bucky Barnes pretending to struggle with modern technologies just to spend time w the reader, MASSIVE fluff 😩😩✨️✨️🫶🫶🫶 Thank you <3

Lair

/Bucky Burnes x fem!reader

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Credits to authors of the pics

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend “struggles” with his phone

Warnings: fluff, nicknames (baby, doll, handsome), my English

Word count: 1.5k

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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I unlocked the front door of the flat that I’m sharing with my boyfriend, Bucky. I sat my purse on a small table in our hallway and closed the door behind me. I toed off my shoes and kicked them under the table next to Bucky’s.

When I walked into our living room I could see Bucky sitting on the sofa, his back facing me. He was looking into his lap and I could see he was holding something. I stretched my arms over my head while walking over to him.

I hugged him from behind and kissed his temple. “Hey, baby.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into his neck. He smelled like aftershave and old books.

He placed his left hand on mine arms that were resting on his chest and caressed them. “Hi, doll.” He turned his head and kissed my forehead making me hum. “How was your day?” He asked.

I groaned and hugged him tighter. “Exhausting.”

His thumb was making circles on my skin trying to make me feel better. He knows I prefer not to talk about work.

We were like this for few more minutes until I pulled back. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” I said and ruffled his hair. He just nodded and I bet he also rolled his eyes.

I walked into our bedroom and opened my side of our closet and looked into the shelve where I keep the comfy clothes. I took out some cream coloured sweatpants and one of Bucky’s shirts that I stole from him. I put it on and threw the old clothes into a laundry basket. I took off my jewellery and placed it into a tiny box where I keep all of it.

Before I went to the living room, I went to our kitchen. I took a glass out of a cabinet and poured water into it. Meanwhile I heard Bucky whine and shout out my name. “Come here!”

I rolled my eyes and I took a sip of my drink. When I got to the living room I placed the glass on the coffee table that was in front of the sofa and looked at him. “What?” I put my hands on my hips.

He looked at me with the ‘puppy eyes and pouty lips’ face. “I need help with my phone.” He finally said and showed me his phone screen with the gallery app opened. “Will you help me, doll?”

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head at him. “Only if you say the magic word.” I grinned.

He rolled his eyes but did how I said anyway. “Please?”

I nodded and was about to sit next to him but he pulled me into his lap by my waist, I was sitting with my right side facing him. “Bucky!” I laughed slightly.

He chuckled and laid his head on my shoulder. “What? I want you close. I missed you all day.” He peppered my shoulder and neck with small kisses.

My right hand snaked around his shoulder and into his hair, I brushed them with my fingers and pulled his head away from me so I could look him into his eyes. His blue orbs stared at me with a smile on his pink lips. I returned it with a grin and pecked his nose. Then his cheeks and forehead, by the time I was about to kiss him on the lips we were both giggling and blushing. He put the phone next to him on the sofa and grappled my left cheek. His thumb stroked my skin before he dipped his head down and finally kissed me. It was short kiss but it was sweet and full of love that we poured into it.

He pulled away first but it wasn’t enough for me, I followed his lips and he chuckled. I kissed him again, he grabbed me tighter. We were connected until we ran out of breath and were forced to pull away. We were panting and smiling like two idiots.

“I missed you too, handsome.” I finally opened my eyes after a while and bit my bottom lip. He looked so good, I wished I could kiss and cherish him forever.

He looked at me with smile. “So, will you help me? Please?”

I nodded. “Of course.” He handed me his phone and I took it from him. “What’s the problem?”

He laid his head on my shoulder again and circled his arms around my waist. “Where do I find the pictures I deleted?” He squeezed me and pulled me closer, if that’s even possible - I was practically laying on him.

I rested my head on his. “I already showed you two days ago.”

He shrugged and mumbled. “I forgot.”

I rolled my eyes sat him, he definitely didn’t forget. He never does. “If you wanted me close to you, you could have just asked me.” I shook my head with chuckle. “You didn’t have to make up some lie, baby.”

He hummed and squeezed me again. “I’m not lying.” He insisted.

I snorted. “And I’m the president.”

He pinched me into my side and mumbled something again. “Stop making fun of me.”

I winced and smacked his hand. “Stop pinching me.”

He pinched me again.

I gasped playfully and lifted my head of his. I turned off the phone and threw it on the sofa next to us. “Okay, then I’m not helping you.” I crossed my arms over my chest, sat straight up and turned my head from him so I wouldn’t give into the puppy face.

He groaned and pulled me closer again. “Noo.” He whined and softly grabbed my jaw. He tried to turn my head but I moved out of his grasp. He grabbed my jaw again and this time I let him do as he wanted but I closed my eyes. “Look at me.” He pleaded

I shook my head ‘no’ and bit my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. He pinched me again. “Look at me or I won’t stop.” And again.

I slowly opened my eyes to find the blue lakes staring into my soul. “Then admit you’re lying.” I tilted my head to my right.

He just stared at me. “I’m not lying.” He insisted again with a roll of his eyes but I could see right through the act.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to get off of his lap. He just pulled me back into him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked me.

I didn’t answer him and tried again. “I asked you a question.” He pinched me again.

I slowly turned my head in his direction and glared at him. “Pinch one more time and you’re sleeping on the sofa for a week straight.”

All he did was laugh at my treat. He threw his head behind him and closed his eyes. He did a mistake though. He loosed his grip on me.

I quickly stood up and ran out of the room. “Hey!” I heard him shout out, my name following it.

I could hear him stand up and run after me. I have to hide somewhere. “We both know I will catch you!” I ran into our bed room and looked around. Where could I hide? I looked around again and that when I saw the closet. Before I could even open it, his armes snaked around my middle part. He lifted me off the ground making me yelp and scream. “Bucky!” He chuckled and turned us around to the bed. He walked towards it and threw me onto it. I yelped again and glared at him.

He got on the bed on all four and slowly approached me with a grin on his handsome face. He got on top of me and squinted his eyes. Before I could ask him what is he planning on doing, he laid down on me with his whole weight. I gasped because I wasn’t expecting it but hugged him anyway.

He snuggled into the crook of my neck. I could feel him place soft kiss on my skin. His breath tickled me causing me to giggle. I closed my eyes and let the sweet moment to sink in. It’s rare when we have time for each other, but when we do, it’s worth everything.

I put my hand into his hair and brush my fingers through it. “You’re like weighted blanket.” I scratched onto his scalp and it made him purr like cat. He looked so adorable I couldn’t resist him.

I turned my head towards him and kissed the crown of his head. “I love you.” I mumbled.

He smiled agains my neck and kissed the skin again. “I love you more, doll.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.”

He mumbled something about not agreeing with me but he didn’t even finish his sentences before he fell asleep.

He held me tight even in his sleep, I continued to play with his hair until the sleep took over me too.

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A/N: Hii I hope you like it! Thank you for your request🫶 if you find any mistake please let me know‼️ don’t forget to reblog, comment or like💗

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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The Invisible Woman

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female!reader

TW:mentions of violence, I think thats it

Summary:Jake notices you at the bar and quickly learns you're more than just a pretty face.

Word Count:1.2k

A/N: I don't know much about the military so please excuse any inaccuracies. This will be a series and probably have some one shots based in this universe.

You're perched on a seat at the bar drinking a beer, watching the patrons. You've just been reassigned to North Island for a few months. You sense a presence behind you but don't face the person.

"Do you need something or are you just lurking?" You ask and Jake stops. How the hell did you know he was there? He recovers quickly and moves into your field of view.

"I just happened to notice the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and figured I'd never forgive myself if I didn't come talk to you." He flirts and he's surprised when you don't seem impressed.

He persists anyway and tilts his head toward the spot next to you. "Mind if I take a seat?

"No, by all means." You smile while nodding to the chair and he sits down with a smirk. You look him over and purse your lips. He's handsome, you can't deny that. He's wearing a button-down and jeans, his blonde hair neatly styled.

"I take it you're military." You state and his eyebrows shoot up.

"How'd you know?" He asks and you take a sip of beer.

"Y'all just have a certain look to you. If I had to guess I'd say you've got a fancy job." You tell him and he leans in a little closer.

"Lucky guess. Think you can figure out exactly what I do?" He quips and you smile.

"Not lucky, just observant. You're too polished to be Special Ops and too confident to be any sort of desk job. My bets on either intelligence or aviation." You respond and his jaw goes slack.

"Okay, seriously. How did you know I'm a pilot?" He scoffs and you laugh.

"What can I say? I'm good at reading people. You just have the arrogant vibe that most pilots give off."

This time he laughs and shakes his head. "You seem to know a lot about the military."

You shrug and lean back in your seat. "I know enough to get by. So are you Navy or Air Force?" You inquire and he straightens up, pride flashing across his features.

"Navy." He answers and you hum.

"You go to Top gun?" You wonder and he nods. "Sure did. Graduated top of my class."

You decide to play along a little longer and quirk an eyebrow. "So I take it you're good?"

His smile only grows and he brings his bottle up to his mouth. "Best of the best. I have two confirmed air-to-air kills." He tells you casually and you decide to drop the bomb. The cocky smirk on his face is amusing, and you can't wait to see it fall.

"Two? Well, I'll be god damned. Consider me humbled. I only have sixty-five." You say nonchalantly and confusion washes over him.

"Sixty-five what?" He asks baffled and you look at him like the answer is obvious. "Sixty-five confirmed kills."

He chokes on his beer and you stifle a laugh, satisfied with his reaction. "Excuse me? So you're military too?"

Your face deadpans and you stare straight into his eyes. "No, I'm just a serial killer." You say seriously and it takes everything in you not to break character when you see his eyes widen in panic.

You bark out a loud laugh after a few seconds and knock his knee with yours. "I'm just fucking with you, flyboy. I'm military." You reveal and he visibly relaxes before perking up again.

"Wait, how the hell do you have sixty-five? What do you do?" He asks, genuinely intrigued.

You break out into a wide grin and you can't wait to tell him. "I'm a Navy Seal Sniper. The only female to hold the title, actually."

His mouth drops open and you swear he's going to start drooling. "How the hell have I not heard of the only female Navy Seal?" He asks exasperated and you chuckle.

"Probably because I don't officially exist. None of us do. They keep our identities under tight wraps." You inform him and he thinks he might be in love.

"Okay, I'm getting us more beers because I need to know everything." He states firmly and you laugh.

The two of you talk for a while, and Jake just can't seem to get enough.

"So you go on top secret recon missions and then just disappear?" He asks perplexed and you nod.

"Nothing I've ever done officially exists. I mean, I've got the medals but the specifics aren't technically on record. Our whole job is to be invisible." You tell him and he clings to every word. He feels like he's in a movie right now, and you're the main character.

"What's it like?" He almost whispers and you frown.

"What's what like?" You try to clarify and he shifts closer.

"I mean what do you feel when you pull the trigger? Is it scary or exciting? Do you get nervous?" He rambles and you mull over your answer.

"The only thing I really feel is recoil." You respond simply and he lets out a short laugh.

"I think that's the most hardcore answer you could've given. It doesn't ever get to be too heavy? The mental toll, I mean." He presses and you give a half-shrug.

"I don’t really give myself the opportunity think about it. I do my job and then lock it away in a box. It's not like I'm taking out saints." You tell him casually and he shakes his head.

"You're incredible. I've never met anyone so fucking nonchalant about being a complete badass and you kind of scare me." He admits, only half joking.

You do scare him. Partially because you could take him off the map without him ever knowing you were there, and partially because he's completely enamored.

"I don't see myself that way." You tell him honestly and he looks at you like you have two heads.

"Are you insane? You have the most elite job on the planet and no one even knows you exist. Give yourself some credit."

You tilt your head to the side and your lips quirk up just a bit. "I like to stay humble but I do enjoy you gushing over me." You quip and his stomach does a flip. You're a spitfire and Jake can't get enough.

You look down at your watch and see that it's almost midnight before glancing back up at him.

"I have to get going. Early morning." You tell him and you almost feel bad at how sad he looks.

"Can I get your number? I'd love to see you again." He asks and you nod. He gives you his phone and you punch your number in, only placing a ghost emoji in the name field. You give him one last smile before leaving, and he watches as you walk away.

He stays glued in place for a few minutes before a hand comes down on his shoulder.

"Who was that?" Bradley asks and Jake turns to face him.

"My future wife I think." He laughs and Bradley's eyebrows shoot up.

"Wife? You have never once shown interest in dating, let alone getting married." He replies and Jake just looks at him.

"She's a fucking navy seal sniper." He divulges and Bradley's eyes widen.

"There's a female navy seal?" He asks confused and Jake nods.

"Yeah, and I think I'm in love with her. I don't even know her name."Jake realizes and Bradley laughs at the lovesick look on his friend's face.

"You're fucked, man. Your usual ‘I’m a badass fighter pilot’ schtick isn’t going to work." He teases and Jake can't even argue.

"Yeah, tell me about it." He nods in agreement, already resisting the urge to text you. This is going to be one wild ride and he can’t wait.

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taizi · 4 months

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in the mouth of the world

one piece word count: 1k written for @op-secret-santa 2023 and my giftee was @viktorclawthorne ! viktor, two of your favorite characters are zoro and sanji, and one of your favorite pairings is platonic zolu, so this is what i came up with. i really, really hope you like it !

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Sanji is in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair tied back with one of Usopp’s scrunchies, trying to remember if the raspberry or the pistachio macarons went over better last time. His friends inhaled them all in a matter of minutes, but Sanji can’t recall which ones went first.

In the end, he goes with mango. The fruits are ripe, cheerful orange, and their color pings as appropriate in his mind.

These pastries are finicky at best, and a punishment from god at worst, so leveling the battlefield by removing extra heat and moisture from his workstation is always step one. As a result, the room is very cool, the door propped open to let in the crisp winter air, a fan borrowed from Franky’s workshop whirring away in the corner.

Zoro and Luffy are in the galley, sitting around the scarred kitchen table—ostensibly to keep Sanji company while he works, but more likely just waiting around to see if they get tossed any scraps.

As Sanji whips meringue, he finds his attention wandering back to the two of them in time to pick up part of their conversation.

“—be anything,” Luffy is saying, spreading his arms out wide as if to encompass the full scope of just how big the concept is he’s talking about. “There are no rules and it can be as weird or funny as you want! What would you pick?”

Zoro hums, giving it some thought. A stranger might be surprised to learn it, Sanji thinks, given how severe and forbidding their first mate appears at a glance, but he is generally the first to fold when it comes to catering to their captain’s whims. This terror of a swordsman, this nightmare of a pirate, simply follows Luffy’s every step without even looking to see where it might lead, like a no-nonsense Belgian Shepherd plodding along behind a bouncy border collie.

That’s true for battle and danger as much as it’s true for shenanigans. Zoro is worth millions, is as much a killer and a criminal as any of those other Wanted men his posters are displayed beside, but he isn’t afraid to look silly. Not if it’s Luffy reaching back for him, sunny grin amped up to eleven, calling Zoro, you too! Come with me!

Zoro says, “Time, then.”

Luffy rocks up in his seat, eyes round and impressed, and says, “Time travel? Like the Fruit that Momonosuke’s mom ate, that sends you forward?”

“Mm. But mine would go backwards,” Zoro explains, leaning into the game of make-believe. “It would only work one time and it would start me back at the very beginning.”

Zoro’s birthday was a month ago, and Sanji made a dark chocolate truffle cake infused with enough liqueur that he guiltily baked a lighter version for the younger half of the crew. But Zoro had taken one bite of the boozy dessert and his eyebrows flew up to his hairline. He doesn’t usually go in for sweets, but the bitterness of the chocolate paired with the velvet smoothness of the liqueur seemed to win him over instantly.

It isn’t in their nature to thank each other openly. From as far back as Thriller Bark, the best things they know about each other are secrets kept from everyone else. But Zoro took a second piece when Robin’s extra hands offered him one, which said much more than any effusive praise would have anyway.

Just last week, it was Chopper’s birthday, and Sanji whipped up about a hundred triple-strawberry cupcakes, filled with ganache, topped with cloud-like icing and sugared fruit and sprinkles, and it was worth it for the way his little brother’s face went slack with awe when he took in the spread.

Until Robin and Vivi’s birthdays in February, there are no specialized desserts Sanji needs to prepare. His nakama will sometimes have a craving, and he tends to keep sweet things on deck for those nights when sleep is not forthcoming, for those cloudy days when it’s hard to see the sun waiting for them beyond the storm, but he rarely makes macarons just for fun.

The timing, the temperature, the moisture, all of it has to be exact, or the shells will crack, or the feet will spread, or they’ll come out hollow. It’s not a hard recipe, it’s just annoying. It’s the last thing he learned from Zeff, because he perfected every other dish on the menu well before he made a halfway decent batch of macarons.

No one asked for these. Sanji is well-aware that he doesn’t have to be standing here, sacrificing the bulk of his day to this thankless task, but he’s already in it now. The buttercream and mango curd are ready, and the shells are about to go in the oven.

“A one-time Fruit!” Luffy exclaims. Zoro could have said he would pick a Fruit that would turn his hair a different color every day and Luffy would have sounded equally as fascinated. “You would go all the way back? Do you want to change that much?”

“My Fruit wouldn’t work that way,” Zoro explains simply. “I wouldn’t be able to change anything or the future I was from where I used the Fruit wouldn’t exist, would it? It would have to stay exactly the same for me to get back there.”

Zoro doesn’t want a Fruit—neither does Sanji. They spend half their lives dragging their nakama who are already anchors out of the sea.

Besides that, Sanji wants to meet All Blue properly the day he finds her. He’s going to swim for hours and hours and barely remember to come up for air. A Fruit would only take from him more than it could ever give.

And Zoro has never cut corners when it comes to his own strength. But there’s something in his tone that makes Sanji wonder if he’s thought about this before.

“What if you wanted to, though?” Luffy asks. “Or what if you had the chance to stop something bad before it happened?”

“No changes,” Zoro says adamantly. “No diversions. I would have to live it all over again.”

Sanji remembers all the stories Luffy tells his crew about the trouble he and his brothers got into when they were children. He said there was a pâtisserie in High Town where chefs and bakers created decadent desserts catered only to the nobles. When they snuck around that part of the kingdom, a brightly-colored dessert in the display window there would always catch Ace’s eye.

Once, Sabo and Luffy broke into that pastry shop in the dead of night at the end of December, and made off with as many of those colorful macarons as they could carry.

“Ace was angry,” Luffy laughed through his retelling. “He told Sabo we were lucky we didn’t get caught and have our hands chopped off. But he hugged me for a long time after he yelled at me. The cookies were for him, you know? For his birthday! You have to have your favorite on your birthday.” Luffy had smiled as if it didn’t hurt at all when he added, “Even back then, Ace was bad at being loved. Sabo said he just needed more practice. He said that’s what Ace had us for.”

“And then at the end,” Zoro says, “when I catch up to the future, and I’m back where I started, I would have more time.”

“How much more time?” Luffy asks.

“Not much,” Zoro admits. “Maybe a few minutes. The time I took to use the Fruit before would be free for me to use differently.”

“You’d relive your whole adventure for a few extra minutes at the end?” their captain says, brow furrowing while he makes sense of it. “Would it be worth it?”

Zoro sits back in his chair, his dark eye fixed on his captain the same way sailors follow Polaris relentlessly across the fathomless sea, and says, “Yes.”

The final baking tray goes into the oven. The macarons will be ready for tomorrow night, for the party they’re going to throw at the close of the year. At midnight, Sanji will cart them out—bright orange, each of them painted with whimsical little whorls of red—and they’ll wish Ace a happy birthday, wherever he is. They’ll wish he was still here to scold his baby brother and eat stolen pastries at midnight with the people who loved him best. They’ll resolve to protect Luffy and enjoy sweets in his name.

It’ll be a good night. Luffy will be surrounded by his nakama and the open arms of the sea. If the macarons make him remember something sad, he won’t be alone. Luffy—unlike his brothers—is very good at being loved.

Sanji washes his hands, sets the timer, and then calls over, “Hey, idiots, what do you want for dinner?”

Luffy appears beside him as if summoned by a magic spell, hopping up to sit on the counter before Sanji has a chance to wipe it down, sending up a little cloud of almond flour.

“Beef!” he declares predictably.

“That stew you made with red wine that one time,” comes Zoro’s contribution from where he’s still lounging at the table.

Beef burgundy it is, Sanji thinks, hauling out his biggest soup pot. He nudges Luffy’s knee out of the way so he can close the cabinet door but otherwise leaves the young captain where he is.

“Sanji,” Luffy asks brightly, “if you could have any Devil’s Fruit in the whole world, what would you choose?”

“One that would make me a better swimmer,” Sanji replies without missing a beat, and turns his head to hide his smile when Luffy bursts into loud, ringing peals of laughter.

But that strange, tricky, highly specific Fruit that Zoro dreamed up—one that would make him relive his life and everything he’s ever done, everything he’s endured, all the pain and fear and joy and breathless wonder, all for the sake of an extra minute at the end—a minute he could use to look up at Polaris one last time and say thanks for taking me with you. You didn’t have to do that. I hope I was everything to you that you were to me—

That wouldn’t be so bad, either.

#op-secret-santa-2023 #op #opfic #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #my writing #viktorclawthorne #title borrowed from 'cold solace' by anna belle kaufman #just in case u needed a good cry lol

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fluffysucker · 1 year

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Help, I'm lost

Bucky Barnes x reader (Au)

The worst of days brings you closer to the best of people. Those your heart desire

This is a deep dive in a part of the one-shot I wrote. This one

This can be read as stand-alone as well.

Written in third pov. Minimum use of Y/N. But lots of female pronouns lol.

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault. Mentions of Emotional and Physical Abuse. Sexual Harassments.

Don't worry. Bucky is a knight in shining armor.

If you feel uncomfortable or may find it triggering, I put the part where the reader talks about it in BOLD AND ITALICS. So you can pass it if you want. Other than that Nothing mentioned or very vaguely. If I missed something, please tell me. Tysm💕

Laying on her bed wide awake. Sleep left her a long time ago. She wasn't even trying to sleep. She was just trying to clear her mind for a bit. She has a long day ahead of her. A clear mind would help her get through. A wish that was near impossible.

She signed when her alarm went off for the second time. All her hopes to escape demolished. She sat on the bed, letting a few tears out, followed by a couple of sniffles. Crying was all she could do lately.

After her morning routine and getting ready, she prepared herself to face the outside world. She had been hiding in her room long, but it wasn't enough. She breathed heavily as she took her bag and pulled all her courage into opening the door and leaving.

She planned to avoid them all in the house, and for the first time in a while, her wish was granted. She moved quickly to the front door before anyone would notice her and try to talk. She is already dreading today enough.

"How was the camp, boys." She said loudly as she descended the stairs to where they are. If she's going to act, it might as well be an award winning performance.

As she closed the door, she gave herself a final second to embrace herself for the day. Starting with the biggest fake smile she could master. She turned around, and there they were, standing on her porch, talking nonsense while waiting for her. Maybe the smile wasn't so fake after all. She missed them.

"Terrible. Absolutely traumatizing." Said the blond smaller one

"Didn't expect anything different, Steve." She hugged the blond first as she reached them both. Steve let out noises of offence but hugged her back anyway. He missed her.

"I'm sure Barnes' experiences were different." She let go of the blond, turning her sight to the brunet standing right next to him. The one who had been causing mess in her head lately

"Not really. When you spend most of your time trying to save your best friend's life, it's not so fun." Bucky Barnes moved towards the girl wrapping his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. For a moment, she wasn't hurting anymore. She wished she could stay here, protected by his arms, forever. She couldn't tell why, but the feeling of comfort and safety was so overwhelming that she almost broke down and told them everything. But decided against

She pulled away before he would notice she wanted to be held for a moment longer. Not knowing he would love that. He would love to keep holding her.

They took their usual route to the school, telling her about their camp and the activities they did. She avoided any questions about her week.

"It was nice. I stayed at home." It wasn't a lie. But it wasn't the truth either. It wasn't nice.

They reached the school. Steve and Bucky walked in, still talking, not noticing her shaking form. She disguised it quickly and followed them.

She can do this. She can go through the day. She kept encouraging herself all through the day. When they passed by a large group of people. When it got too loud at class. All stuff triggering, but she managed to survive without grabbing any attention.

The day was almost over. She was glad she was able to make it so far. And just as she was thinking, she was clear. It showed up right to her face.

"Hey, pretty." Leaning against her opened locker with the smug look on his face she very much wanted to punch off. There he was

"What do you want, Ethan?." She tried to put every bit of bravery she had into her voice. So he wouldn't know she is terrified.

"Just saying hi. Checking on you." He gave her what he thought was a charming smile, but it was disgusting in reality.

"I'm good." She said sharply as she closed her lockers so desperately trying to end this conversation.

"Ohh, baby. Don't be like this." The pet name never bothered her before. But after what happened, it almost sent her into a panic attack.

"I told your brother I would drop you off back home." Of course, her brother would do this. Before she could protest, he kept going

"You know we can catch up where we left." The blood drained from her face. Feeling the blood freeze in her body. Flashback rushing to her mind, and she can't stop them.

"No, thank you." Her brave façade fell as she moved away from him trying to get away.

"Oh, come on. It will be fun." She could almost feel her heartbeats through her shirt. She kept shaking her head saying no.

Ethan rolled his eyes at her. He grabbed her arm roughly to stop her from moving. The moment she felt his touch on her, she wanted to scream, shout, hit him, throw him off her. Yet not a single thing came out of her. Shock took over her body. Tears forming at the corner of her eyes. The only thing stopping her from breaking down is people surrounding them.

Before she could beg him to let her go and just leave her alone. She heard them

"Hey, Y/N. Ready to go." Steve's voice brought all the air back to her lungs. She looked around to find her two bestfriends approaching them.

"Yes. Let's go." She disguised the shakiness in her voice with a cough. Quickly taking her hands away from Ethan's grip the second it loosened a bit when he heard them approaching.

"But I thought we could go home together." It's clear Ethan wasn't going to stop.

"No, we have lots of stuff to do today." Bucky turned down the older boy.

While Ethan wasn't going to give up, he wasn't stupid. He knew the two boys were younger, but their reputation preceded them. The smaller boy, Steve, was known for trouble, and Barnes, Barnes is protective by nature. He will get what he wants. But not right.

Ethan gave the younger group a fake smile before leaving them. Not before throwing a wink at her way.

"What was this about?." Steve asked first. She just shook her head, trying to recover from what just happened so they wouldn't talk about it. Thankfully, they didn't.

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Days became weeks. Everybody was back to their daily routines. Everybody but her. She tried to convince herself that enough time passed, and She was fine now. She moved on. Lies, she kept saying in the hope of becoming reality.

Things were beginning to look suspicious for the two boys. While she acted normal. They could sense something was off. Especially with her brother's bestfriend, Ethan.

Ethan and Jack ,her brother, were bestfriends. It was no secret both bonded over being big jerks and rude teenage boys.

Bucky and Steve knew the truth about Y/N's house. It wasn't a good one. While her father wasn't so bad, he wasn't enough to make up for the bad. Her mother and her brother were the bane of her existence.

For whatever unknown reason, the mother favored her older boy bluntly and didn't hide her dislike for the younger girl. And Jack took full advantage of this fact.

So it wasn't abnormal to see Jack rudely making fun of her or bullying her, and it was normal when his bestfriend would join sometime.

But her reaction wasn't normal. She would usually reply with a sassy comment or a sarcastic remark. Now, she just waited for them to be done.

And it became more noticeable when Ethan's flirty one-linear was met with nothing but silent.

One of the jokes Ethan always played on her was that he had a crush on her. Something she always laughed about. Now, she just walks it off.

She was fully aware her two bestfriends were sensing something was wrong. However, she was still choosing to keep it all to herself. It's better that way. Maybe if I don't talk about it, then I will move on faster. Words kept repeating in her head.

Until one day, it all came down crashing.

Y/N was sitting on her bed reading the book she borrowed from Steve when she heard footsteps and boys' voices on the stairs close to her.

Past memories raced to her, making her clutch to her bed covers for dear life. No. Not again, please. She prayed in her mind

She let out a breath of relief when her door opened to show Bucky's and Steve's figures walking in. She greeted them, trying to recompose herself.

The trio were no strangers to showing up at each others houses unannounced. Even Bucky and Y/N, who claimed to hate others so much.

The boys kept talking within themselves and to her, but she couldn't concentrate. She was failing to push the memories back deep in her mind. Her friends' voices and faces blurring into a night she wanted to forget.

Only them calling out her name was able to get her back to them. She blinked fast and looked at them to see what they wanted.

"Have you heard anything we said?." Bucky asked with sarcasm fulling his voice. She turned her eyes to the ground, thinking of an excuse to give.

"You haven't been focusing lately." Bucky added still with sarcasm but to hide his real worry about the girl.

Before she could come up with a lie to cover up her lack of focus. Steve's statement was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Maybe we should call Ethan. You only seem to focus when he is around." It was meant as a joke, but it opened all the unhealed wounds.

"NO NO NO. PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS." Words flow from her mouth before she can stop them.

"Please, no. I'm so sorry." Her sight was becoming blurry from her glossy eyes filled with tears. But she could make the concerned expression on the boys' faces

"Y/N, what's wrong ?." Steve asked, sitting on the bed next to her, but she flinched back. Something left the boys more concerned.

"Please, don't call Ethan. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but please don't let him be around." Her mind was so clouded by the pain and trauma. She couldn't tell that her bestfriends would never do this. It was a joke. A stupid joke.

"Sweetie, please, calm down. I was joking. We would never. I'm sorry." Steve never thought the joke would set his bestfriend so off.

She started to come back to her sense. Remembering it's Steve and Bucky. She moved back to her place next to Steve, who raised his hand as a sign of asking if he could touch her. When she showed no protests, he started rubbing her arms slowly.

"Y/N, what's going on?." Bucky leant down to be in her eyesight. Worry was evident in his face and voice. Something is seriously wrong. More than he thought.

Looking between the both of them, She knew she couldn't hide it anymore. Hell broke loose.

"I told him to stop. I swear I did. I kept trying to push him off, but he wouldn't move. I kept saying no, and he didn't listen. He thought I was playing hard to get, but I wasn't. I didn't want to. When I told Jack, he slapped me and hit me. He told me Ethan would never do this and that I must have thrown myself at him. But I swear I didn't."

While her words weren't arranged and seemed to be running out of her mind, the boys could clearly understand what happened.

Tears started streaming down her face like falls. Words mixed with sobs as she kept trying to tell them. They listened carefully to every word leaving her mouth. They let her tell them all she wanted.

Once she was done, she was in a hysterical state. Bawling her eyes out with sobs escaping from her. Telling them what happened made her quit the denial. Something terrible happened to her. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't erase it. She had to find a way to live with it. To heal properly.

Steve couldn't help seeing her like this. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her trembling form into him. She held into him for dear life as she was finally letting herself feel it all.

A few minutes passed, Silence filled the room as her crying ceased to stop. Steve looked down to find her asleep. He moved quietly to lay her on the bed and cover her with a fluffy blanket. Then he looked up to Bucky.

Bucky, who was standing still in his place since she started talking, he was hit with a sea of emotions he wasn't used to. He couldn't explain his feelings right now.

Bucky and Steve shared a silent conversation with each other. Both had lots on their mind but can only think of one thing.

Steve moved from the bed, careful not to wake her up. And went to lay on the couch, giving Bucky the other blanket that laid on the couch.

They didn't have much idea of what to do now but one thing they knew. She needed them.

Night went on. Sleep didn't reach Steve till very late, but it never did to Bucky. He was lying awake on the floor. He was used to taking the floor in their sleepovers.

Whenever he tried to close his eyes, all he could see was the image of her weeping in Steve's chest. Her terrified sobs ringing in his ears. Bucky thought he knew pain. But watching her breakdown like this was unbearable. He felt like something was burning within his body. Like a stone fell on his lungs and was suffocating him. It was a strange mix of rage, sadness, and regret

He felt responsible for what happened even if he had nothing to do with it. He should have been here. He should have never dragged Steve and made the both of them go. He should have paid more attention. He should have known she was suffering.

He looked through the window to find the stars lighting the dark sky. He always believed that a high power lies in the star. A power that grants wishes. So he made a wish. He wished for all her pain to disappear. And if the only way for this to happen was for him to take it all instead, he had no problem.

He turned his sight to her sleeping form. Despite being young, he knew what he was feeling for her wasn't a friendship. And most definitely, it wasn't hate. It was something way more.

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The next morning came in. Y/N woke up for her sleep. She didn't remember falling asleep, but her sleep was peaceful - for the first time in while -. She began to remember last night's events and signed quietly. She felt lighter after telling the boys, but she didn't know how to face them.

She sat on the bed, resting her back on the headboard. She smiled softly when she saw the thrown blanket on the floor and couch. She had a feeling they wouldn't have left.

Before she could get up to find them, the door to her room opened.

"Sorry. Did I wake you up?." Guilt filled Bucky's voice once he saw her up. She reassured him she was already up.

Silence fell between the two. However, it wasn't awkward. It was comforting of sorts

"Listen, Y/N. I don't know what to say. Or what I can do. Nothing would make me be able to understand this pain and hurt. " Bucky spoke as he moved to sit next to her on the bed.

"What I do know is I'm here for. Fully and completely. Whatever you need from me. I will be here. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me what happened. But I want you to know it wasn't your fault. Never was. Never will be. Nothing is wrong with. It's all his fault. If it was up to me, I would go and break his head and every bone in his body. I would make him regret his existence. But I know you don't want that. So I promise you he won't come near you ever again. Both of them. They won't hurt anymore. You will never have to go through something like this again. And you will get through this. I'm here now, and I will always be."

Bucky moved his fingers to wipe the tears that had fallen to her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. And the feelings she only felt with Bucky came rushing. The feeling of safety and security. The warmth filed her body once she was in his arms. She found herself seeking these emotions lately. From him.

He said everything she needed to hear but wasn't told. It wasn't her fault. Her bestfriends aren't going to leave her because of it. She can recover now.

Bucky tightened his hold around her when he felt her tears on his neck. He pressed soft kissed on her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ears. How he wanted to stay like this forever.

She smiled within her tears. It felt good when she and Bucky weren't bricking. She could get used to it.

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It's been a couple of weeks since she told Bucky and Steve. And It's been nice so far. True to his words, She never saw Ethan again. Whenever he tried to approach her, Bucky would make sure he never actually reached her. For Jack, she also succeeded in avoiding him as much as possible.

Ethan figured she had told him, so he thought his chances would be at her house again. He was faced with disappointment when he would visit and find her two friends sitting with her. Or that she is spending the night at one of their places. They were using her parents' negligence to the fullest. Two birds, One Stone.

She was starting to feel better. Thanks to Bucky. Because he kept his promise. He was always here. He was understanding and compassionate. He knew it was a tough journey and didn't mind. He knew it was bumpy and she didn't know the way, so he became her companion. They were figuring it out. Together.

There Y/N was, smiling, walking back home after having her nails done. She hadn't taken care of herself in a while. So when she found out her family would be going out of town for the week, she knew now was the time.

Her dreams of having the house all for herself for some time was destroyed the second she stepped in. There were people everywhere chatting and talking. Older People.

"Hey, Sis." Jack's voice rang through the place as she turned around to see her brother standing at the kitchen.

"Jack, I thought you were going to leave with mum and dad." She tried to hide the tremble in her voice when she saw all his friends present as well.

"And miss having an empty house?. Who do you think I'm?." He laughed as he started playing music and giving out drinks she didn't know how he could get them.

She didn't care to know right now. All she was thinking about was the fact that Jack was throwing a party. And if Jack was throwing a party, that meant one thing.

"Hey, beautiful." She flinched fast when she felt his breath on her neck. She turned to see him with his usual evil smirk.

"Didn't see you for a while. I missed you." He said as he moved towards her like a predator to his prey.

"But I will show you how much I missed you." He said as he was standing right in front of her now, making her freeze in her place and can't move.

"How about you going up to your room?. I will stay here for a bit then I will join you." Her breath caught in her throat.

"You have been escaping me long enough. So be a good girl and wait for me in your room." She felt her blood run cold when his hand touched her cheek.

He gave her wink before moving to join his friends again. She let out the breath she was holding. She knew now wasn't the time to panic. She had to act fast.

She ran up fast to her room. She locked the door and sprinted to the phone in the corner. She dialed his number, waiting for him to pick up. After the third ring, his cheerful voice reached her ears.

"Bucky." She called out for him like the desperate drowning human she was.

"Doll, what's wrong?." His cheerful tone was quickly replaced with a worried one.

"Jack didn't leave with my parents, and he is throwing a party downstairs, and Ethan is here." She couldn't hold the tears anymore, letting them fall on her face.

"Doll, I need you to get out of there right now." Bucky didn't need her to say more to know what was going on.

"I can't. He already saw me and they are staying by the door." She started wiping the tears, but they wouldn't stop. She could sense the panic rising in.

"Okay. I need you to listen to me very carefully. Stay in your room. Lock the door and put a chair at it. Keep your window open and wait for me." She nodded her head at his words but spoke up when she realized he couldn't see her.

"I will be there very shortly." Bucky said before he hung up. And she believed him

She checked on her lock again and added the chair, then opened her window. Just like Bucky said. She sat on the floor under the window waiting for him.

Bucky ran faster than he had ever run in his life. He was a man on a mission. He had to get there. He promised her he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He promised himself.

He didn't catch his breath when he got to the house, but rather continued running till he reached the back of the house where her room is.

"Y/N." He called out for her. He tried not to make much noise, so nobody would notice him.

He realized she wasn't going to hear him with loud music playing. So he took the smallest rock he could find and threw it in her room.

Y/N was startled when the rock landed on her bedroom floor. She got up slowly and looked through the window.

"Bucky." She couldn't help the smile formed on her face at the sight of him. She was going to be alright.

"Y/N, I'm going to need you to jump." Her heart dropped at his words. Her room wasn't very high but she didn't know if she could.

As if Bucky could read her mind. " Doll, I promise I'm going to catch you. You will be okay." He reassured her. He would never let her get hurt.

She knew that was their only option, and she trusted Bucky. So she did.

She felt Bucky's arms steadying her to her feet on the ground, checking her. Instantly, He pulled her into him, keeping his grip firm but secure.

"You're okay. You're safe." Bucky kept repeating in her ears. She could finally breathe again.

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Their night dragged to be longer than both of them thought. After managing to escape her house, unseen. Bucky figured she was still shaken. So he took her to their favorite burger place

They ate their favorite burgers and cheered to a milkshake. They stayed until the place was about to close. Laughter and talks never stopping. Before she could think about it. Bucky walked both of them to his house.

Winnie and George welcomed her with open arms when Bucky told them she would be staying for a while. The adults loved the girl like their own, and they could easily see through their son. They knew how much he truly cared about her. More than he said or even knew then.

Leading her to the extra room they keep for their children's friends and borrowing something to wear from Rebecca. She was all settled for bed.

But as if he knew. She was having trouble sleeping. So he knocked on her door at 3AM, telling her he had a plan.

That is how they ended up now, sitting on the sand in front of the water watching the sunrise.

The sound of water crushing into the shore, the smell of salt, the feeling of warm sand, and the wind running free, the faint light of sun in the sky. It was relaxing.

Close to perfect. However, having Bucky next to her made it perfect.

All he had done lately was only pushing her to one end. A one she didn't ever think was possible. But she wasn't complaining anymore.

As they watched the sunrise, she found herself wishing to stay here forever. A peaceful moment. With Bucky.

Because nowadays, whenever she thought of anything good, Bucky is always there. He is her something good.

She turned to look at him but he was already looking at her. His sunrise. His most beautiful sight.

"Thank you, Bucky." She felt the need to say it. Not just for today. But for everything.

He smiled gently at her and leant to press a kiss to her forehead.

"I got you, doll" Bucky said softly

"Always." He added, looking at her with his blue eyes

She laid her head on his shoulder, holding his hand in her lap.

From that day on, she knew she was going be alright. Life was going to be okay. She would never be scared again. She was safe. She found her peace. She found a true home.

So in an honest peace offering, she ended the battle with herself with an epic win

She is in love with Bucky Barnes.

And him, he finally understood his feelings. He finally knew what it was.

Bucky Barnes is in love with Y/N

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jelzorz · 9 months

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155.

@cakeanon is claiming that jellybug was named for me and I'm owning it

Barius has, probably, the easiest go of it. The rest of the council is made up of Ezran's closest friends and family, and they go out and about on their adventures, risking their lives and their limbs for the good of the kingdom on a somewhat regular basis, and though he and Opeli are the ones who stay and hold the fort, Opeli just has more on her plate (in a manner of speaking).

Barius' official title is a bit of fun: Minister of Crusts and Jellies doesn't imply much, but in truth, he's really more of a head of staff. He manages the maids, the kitchenhands, the cleaners, the groceries, the wine, the harvests, the hearths—and though it sounds like a lot, he is not, in anyway, in over his head. It's not like Soren, who is Captain of the Crown Guard and adventurer, or Corvus, who is Crown Guard and reconnaissance, or Opeli, who is High Cleric and regent and babysitter all at once. Barius' job is simple: keep the castle running, make sure meals go out on time, give the kids someplace warm to come home to after all their heroing and adventuring.

It's a good amount of work. It keeps him busy. Most days, he rather likes it—

And then the kids come home from their latest adventure with the shining prison of the most dangerous elf who has ever lived and three baby glow toads in tow.

(If you asked Barius which of those was more menacing, Barius' answer would very much depend on the day).

He will be honest: His hands were full in the old days, when all he had to do was bake and chase Ezran and Bait out of the kitchens. He is busier now, and that isn't counting Ezran, Bait, and the three little baitlings who keep finding their way into the stores. The little orange one is the worst. The blue one, Hat, he thinks, is well named—he lives happily on Soren's head and doesn't cause too much trouble. Sneezles, the runt, is always congested, always clingy, not too much of a hazard in the kitchens except for the handful of times he's sneezed into a whole bag of flour. But Jellybug—

Barius groans at the thought of her. She's got a bigger sweet tooth than even Ezran had when he was younger, and Barius has had to increase his jelly and jam production two fold just to keep up with her.

"She'll bankrupt us if she's not stopped," he complains to Opeli. "The harvests won't be enough to keep up with her."

"That's a little overdramatic, I think," says Opeli, although from the way she wrinkles her nose, Barius knows he isn't wrong to be concerned. "I don't think you could convince His Majesty to get rid of her, though."

"I wondered if you might talk to him, actually." Barius shuffles his feet. "You hold sway over them all."

"So do you," says Opeli. "You are King Ezran's Minister of Crusts and Jellies, Barius, your concerns are valid and Ezran will hear them."

It's not a of lot reassurance, but it's better than none. Barius steels himself for it, knowing he's never been good at keeping Ezran out of the kitchens, and that Ezran is a boy before he is a king, and it seems unfair that he should be deprived of the few childish things he allows himself.

Then Jellybug herself appears in the kitchens one evening, blue eyes wide and unreasonably large, chin covered in jelly as always, and Barius huffs tiredly and plucks her from the bench.

"You can't be in here if you're going to eat our stores," he scolds. "That jelly isn't for you."

Jellybug trills happily, obviously unaware of what Barius means to ask Ezran. She nuzzles against his fingers, smearing purple jelly—grape?—against his palm.

"Don't even try it," says Barius sternly. "I'm not falling for that. You're still a menace."

Jellybug squeaks and lolls her tongue out at him.

Barius humphs.

The next morning, he heads into the council chambers with an open jar of jam in one of his apron pockets and Jellybug in the other. When Ezran spots him, he grins.

"Barius!" he greets. "Opeli said you wanted to talk? Is everything okay?"

Barius snorts and glances down at the Baitling in his pocket. "Yes, Your Majesty," he says. "Everything's fine."

#the dragon prince #the dragon prince s5 #tdp s5 spoilers #ezrans council #i dont write barius enough #not rayllum but im gonna tag it rayllum anyway #rayllum #opeli @ barius like: now YOU know #in anticipation

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creganofhousestark · 1 year

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(Screenshots because I’m one hundred percent sure i will be blocked for stating facts that go against the op’s headcanons if i were to reblog my opinions under their post and then will proceed to rant away about the eViL aRyA sTaNs whose crime is, well, reading the books, you know?)

So, i had the misfortune of coming across this one post by @agentrouka-blog when i was going through the main tags and, god! The amount of bs i have to wade through in the name of fandom experience is concerning at this point.

Whenever did Sansa cover for Arya? When she was declaring her as a traitor to a bloodthirsty Cersei Lannister that it was her sister with the traitor’s blood and not her after her father’s imprisonment? Or when she threw Arya under the bus at Trident?

“She blames Sansa for things she never did” dude there was never one moment where Arya blamed Sansa for things she never did. Hell, Arya didn’t blame Sansa enough. Guess it’s time to reread AGoT lol. Sansa “it’s your butcher boy’s fault for dying because he attacked the prince” is blameless y’all *mic drop*

“Violently attacks her because that’s her opportunity to blow off steam after a traumatic 4 days” yes because your sister is basically accusing of treason when the reason behind her actions was purely defense. Apparently you must be level headed in the face of your your sister refusing to be honest in a moment when the outcome (which is Mycah living or dying) depends on her word. If Sansa’s really as smart and intelligent as stansas claim then Joffrey’s actions at the Trident should’ve opened her eyes. Ned was the Hand of the King, the King’s BFF. She was under no pressure to maintain diplomacy. Hell, Ned was right by her side, reassuring her and encouraging her to speak her truth. What would’ve happened if she were honest? The betrothal would’ve been called off? Ned would’ve lost his spot at worst? Big loss, the North would have minded it’s own business as usual….and Sansa’s southern dreams would have shattered. In that moment Sansa chose her dreams and fantasies over her sister and remain blind to the kind of a monster Joffrey was.

Moreover, being focused and worried about herself and her desires is not necessarily a flaw, Sansa’s just more human. She’s got five heroes to compete against, which is why she may appear more flawed than Arya. But honestly it’s all subjective. Arya’s character is simply rich and has a hell lot more depth, that’s all.

Mostly Ned’s favouritism BRO NED CHOSE TO GIVE UP THE HONOUR HE VALUED hell he chose a traitor’s death for her and, goddammit there’s not one moment where he favoured one over the other. Do not talk about the damned flowers scene in Sansa I, Ned would’ve grinned and thanked Sansa for the same bleeding flowers. Sansa was just pissed that Ned didn’t reprimand his child for behaving like a typical 9 year old child. Which, nobility or no, is quite common in that society. Hell, we have textual evidence of Catelyn playing with LF and Lysa making mud pies at 12. It’s almost as if Sansa can’t stand anything short of Sansa 2.0 from her sister.

Arya’s miles better. Just ask GRRM. He wrote the books.

Anyways, thanks agentrouka for reminding me how brilliant of a writer George Martin is. The man picked stereotypical heroes and gave their stories not-so-stereotypical twists as their arcs progressed. An exiled powerless princess who earned it all and more through her blood sweat and tears, a non conformist noblewoman who’s gone through an extraordinary number of trials, a powerful noble dwarf unwanted by his own blood, a disabled boy with unparalleled magical potential and a bastard from two powerful, magical families who was practically thrown aside.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #sansa stark #asoiaf fandom discourse #george r r martin

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saintsenara · 9 months

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happy birthday ginny, here's a fic with you and both of your dark-haired orphan simps.

Nerve

When she was five, Auntie Muriel had given her as a birthday present a small china figurine of a cow.

And, since she was five, and all she wanted to do was ride brooms and fall out of trees and throw gnomes at Percy, she had laughed derisively the second she opened the gift and called it ‘a bit rubbish’.

Mum had been furious, and the telling-off Ginny had received - as Muriel stormed out of the house with her nose in the air, ‘Weasley children are ungrateful whelps, the lot of them’ ringing around the Burrow - had managed to impress upon her an important lesson: no matter how shit a present is, pretend you like it.

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- and Percy got a brand new owl when he was made a prefect, and that happened the day before I turned ten, but I didn’t get anything new that day, it was all second hand. Except my Auntie Muriel gave me a box of drawing pins. But who wants a thing like that?

That sounds ghastly.

It was! Obviously I wasn’t rude. I just -

I know it sounds really silly, but I just want my own things. I want to be special. I want everyone to notice me. Nobody notices me.

That doesn’t sound silly at all.

You’re sweet :)

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The lesson had held for ten years. It was fracturing today, as she turned fifteen and unwrapped Fleur’s gift to her - presented with a beatific, ‘I ‘ope you will like ‘ow it stops you being so - ‘ow you say - disorganised’ - and saw the embossed scarlet leather cover, her initials on it in gold, of an extremely beautiful and obviously stupendously expensive diary.

‘Oh,’ said Ginny.

Fleur seemed happy enough with that, leaning into Bill’s arm - wrapped around her shoulders - with a contented (read: smug) look on her face. Harry and Ron were both shovelling birthday cake into their mouths, but Hermione was looking at her with the sort of stricken, wobbly expression which made Ginny nervous.

‘Cheers. It’s great,’ she said to Fleur, in an effort to communicate to Hermione that she needed to keep fucking quiet and not bring up my previous diary-related fuck-ups at the dinner table. Fortunately she got the hint, although Ginny knew there’d be plenty of whispered nagging about whether she’d ‘properly dealt with everything’ later.

But she couldn’t help staring at Bill, as if to say, ‘thanks for not spilling my most embarrassing secret during your pillow talk’ and ‘hey, you know how there’s a war on? Maybe you should tell your fiancée that your sister was fucking possessed by You-Know-Who for a full year, so she knows exactly what sort of mess she’s getting into.’

He just looked at his cake instead.

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- and I told mum I didn’t want a victoria sponge cake. But she made one anyway, because it’s dad’s favourite. But it was my birthday. I wanted a chocolate cake.

Does that make me sound really spoiled?

It does, doesn’t it?

What kind of birthday cakes did you have, when you were my age?

I have never had a birthday cake.

WHAT?

How???

I was born in an orphanage. That’s a Muggle institution for children whose parents are dead. There was hardly enough to go around normally. Birthdays were out of the question.

Oh.

I’m sorry.

I survived.

Harry’s an orphan as well.

Is he indeed?

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‘I’m so sorry,’ said Hermione later, bustling around Ginny’s room brandishing a hairbrush like a wand. ‘The nerve of her! She had no right to do something like that.’

‘She didn’t know.’

‘But Bill should have told her.’

‘Yeah. Maybe.’

Hermione sat on the end of Ginny’s bed and looked at her earnestly. ‘You can say if you’re upset, you know.’

‘It’s fine.’

‘I mean, I’ve never thought you’ve ever properly dealt with everything, and I -’

‘I said it’s fine, Hermione. For fuck’s sake, give it a rest.’

---

Hermione was still in a mood the following morning.

The diary sat on Ginny’s bedside table, the cover shimmering softly at her.

‘I suppose the colour was meant to be nice - Gryffindor, you know - but it’s just ended up being another cruelty,’ sniffed Hermione, when she’d decided she was no longer angry with Ginny and she ought to have another go at nagging her about her life.

‘What d’you mean?’ said Ginny, round a mouthful of chocolate frog.

Hermione looked at her as if she was as dumb as Goyle. (Ginny could see why quite a few people didn’t like her). ‘Well, it’s like his eyes. Isn’t it?’

She looked so convinced she was onto something that Ginny didn’t have the heart to tell her that her him had eyes the same polished tortoiseshell brown as Hermione’s own.

---

I could make him a valentine’s card, couldn’t I?

You could.

I could say he has nice eyes. He does have nice eyes.

So you’ve said.

They’re very green. I could say that. ‘You have very green eyes.’

That’s not very romantic, is it?

I could say, ‘you have eyes so green they’re like…’

I dunno.

A fresh pickled toad.

Or an emerald.

Pick the emerald.

I like the toad.

Pick the emerald.

They aren’t emerald green, though. They’re fresh pickled toad green.

I just think -

I’m going to say that his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.

Or do you think he’d hate that?

I think you should say his eyes are like emeralds.

He will hate it, won’t he?

Would it matter if he did?

YES.

Picture me rolling my eyes.

Tom. I’d DIE.

Imagine if he laughed at it.

And if he didn’t?

That isn’t possible.

Ginny.

Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.

---

She dropped a blob of ink onto the page and waited for the inevitable.

She realised she had been staring at it for hours when mum called her down for dinner.

---

She could never have explained to the other three why nothing happening was as much of a disappointment as a relief.

They were bound together so tightly you’d have thought they were one-and-the-same. It didn’t seem to occur to them that their friendship was abnormal. Or, maybe, that hers were. That, maybe, it isn’t normal for a fifteen-year-old to not see her boyfriend all summer, or not to have friends visit, or not to Floo off for house-parties and trips to Diagon Alley. That, maybe, her position in a clique of ‘popular’ girls was tenuous, something light and meaningless and easily discarded.

That, maybe, the best friend she’d ever had was a piece of disembodied soul which had very nearly succeeded in killing her.

---

I don’t think anyone understands me like you.

You’re my best friend in the whole world :)

I’m delighted to hear that. The feeling is mutual.

Now. I need you to do me a favour.

Anything :)

You will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.

I will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.

---

‘I don’t think Harry will get back together with Cho,’ said Hermione one evening.

Ginny snorted. ‘Yeah, obviously. He fucked that right up.’

‘Dean’s nice.’

Ginny tried to ignore the jittery feeling in her stomach. ‘Yeah. Yeah, he’s brill.’

Fortunately Hermione was already yawning into her pillow. ‘Did you have a nice birthday, by the way?’

‘Yeah.’

There was a brightly-coloured bang from outside.

Hermione jumped up, brandishing her wand. ‘What on earth was that?’

---

I wish I was with mum and dad for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we always have hot chocolate and watch the fireworks from the village. You can see them really well from our garden.

I spent all evening crying. And now I can’t sleep.

Are you awake?

Is it New Year’s Eve today?

Yes.

Ah.

It doesn’t feel very festive though.

Go to the North Tower, and - just before the Divination classroom - you will see a painting of three house elves wearing a trench coat. Poke the middle one on the nose and the painting will swing open to reveal a window. Climb through the window and you will find yourself on a flat bit of roof, with an uninterrupted view towards Hogsmeade. At midnight, there will be fireworks to celebrate the new year.

But there will be nobody else around, and they will feel as though they are for you.

---

‘Relax, Hermione. It’s just someone letting off fireworks.’

‘God. I thought it was the Dark Mark or something. Honestly, who lets off fireworks in the middle of August?’

‘You never know. Maybe they’re for me.’

#asenora fics #birthday fic #ginny weasley #happy birthday babe #you share a birthday with my cat #so i suppose we have to stan

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misslovasstuff · 2 months

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Op men when they notice you're in the heat

Pairing: with Sanji, Zoro, Law and Sabo.

content warning: NSFW (light)

author’s note: This was a pretty quick work tbh but I hope it’s good enough. Anyways, enjoy (i love blond op men).

Sanji

first, he notices you leaning against the kitchen counter for longer than usual, staring at him

''Amour, everything alright?''

Surely, you just shake the question off, patting his shoulder as you walk past him. However, the moment you do so, his eyes meet yours.

His keen eye takes a good picture of your blushed cheeks, your sucked-in lips, and the trembling hand that patted his shoulder turning into a slow caress down his arm.

He knows you better than anyone, and in this particular moment Sanji knows exactly what is going on. You were never the type to openly say you're in the mood, nor initiate sex when he is busy.

Soon after, he follows you up at the deck.

''You're not this shy when I pull your legs apart, mon chér... when I am completely under your control, spinning me around your finger when you're on top... are you?''

Goodness, the way he says this to you by leaning in close, his hot breath hitting your neck as his hands stay in his pocket. Sanji's movement is swift, he goes as soon as he goes, leaving you now in even more heat than before.

You take a deep breath, trying to hide your blush as the images of what he said play in your hand.

Sanji had a great way with words, always. You'd argue that he pushed you over the edge of pleasure by only whispering exactly what you wanted to hear during sex, things like: ''Jump on it like you own it, baby'' or ''Cum for me, love. Cum so much that it takes me all night to lick you dry.''

He looks back at you, his eyes inviting as he leans against the door with a smirk on his face, pushing it open.

You shake your head, mimicking his mischievous smirk as you follow.

You're quick, slamming the door shut behind as you push Sanji against the wall, your arms surrounding him.

''Sanji, - you say with a shaky moan, - you have no idea how hard I am right now.''

Sanji looks at you up and down, biting his lip slightly before pulling you in closer by the waist.

“Someone’s been having some dirty thoughts about me? How cute, were you imaging yourself done by me over that counter?”

You push your head back before surrendering in his arms, drowning your face in his neck.

“Please, end this torture for me.” - you plead, your body now pressed against his.

Sanji’s expression grows into a more serious one, grabbing your hand and placing it on his lips.

“I’d do anything for you. - he claims, his hand running down your back. - You’ll never go starving when I’m around, sweetheart.”

Zoro

The view from the training room is always nice

No, not the view from the window. I'm talking about the one you get while your boyfriend is training half naked, lifting weights as he groans in pain.

Today, more than ever, you had him in your mind all day, and not in a very normal way. You were eager to have those toned arms of him surrounding you as his lips crash with yours strongly, passionately...

''What is up with you today, huh?'' - his question catches you off guard.

''Nothing, Do I seem off or something?''- you respond with a slight chuckle, brushing the back of your neck with your hand.

Zoro stares at you for a bit, dropping his weights down as as he wipes the sweat out of his skin. That move only making you more worked up.

He notices the tight grip you have on your knees, the rapid fall and rise of your chest and those wondering eyes of yours that are trying so hard not to look at anything else but his face.

He got it. In an instant.

''You do not seem off, I wouldn't say that. - He comes near, squatting down at your level. - I'd say you are more turned on than anything.''

You try to remain composed as his grin becomes wider, his hands touching yours that are now tightening the grip they had on your knees.

''Why so rough, babe?' - he asks, taking your hands and placing them over his neck as your back slowly meets the floor. - I thought you liked it gentle and slow.''

Your face is now red as you glance away, pouting. A sigh escapes your mouth as you decide to come to terms that you can not hide a thing from the man you love.

''Well, not today... because today I want you in a different way, Zoro.'' - you explain, pulling him closer to your embrace as you whisper:

''I want you to destroy yourself in me.''

Oh boy, the moment he hears that, Zoro is blushing hard. Bro did not excpect that, at all. He raises an eyebrow, looking back at you with a tilt of his head. His heart is pudding faster than in any other exercise, and the cute innocent look in your face combined with your naughty words are enough to drive him wild.

''I'll give you what you want. That's what I'm here for.''

Law

''Why are you insisting on this? We are not going to-

he was going to say we are not going to your favorite place to dine, mainly because it's dangerous at the time being.

but, this man completely shambles when he is met with your pleading eyes (pun intended)

he sighs, noticing you fidgeting your dress' laces and licking your lips often. Law catches you looking at his hands... multiple times. Then it hit him.

Your favorite place to dine was your favorite because you and Law would always get nasty there, ever since the first date together.

You were hoping for the same tonight, as it seemed.

Clearing your throat, you swallow hard before responding.

''Well, I guess it does not matter...' - your voice gentle, but still trembling. You weren't about to cry or anything, just the sensation between your legs was getting more evident and the frustration that you could not get railed by your man right there was eating you inside.

Law snorts, shaking his head as his one hand grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him.

''We talked about how you need to use your words with me, love, didn't we?''

You widen your eyes, glancing quickly at his lips and then meeting his tender yet hungry eyes.

''You are right when you say it does not matter, - his lips begin to drag along your jaw until your ear. - I'm going to fuck you here better than ever before, promise.''

Your body is now on fire as your hands are pressed on his chest, your lips desperate to touch his.

''You want me to use my words? - You say, hand traveling up his throat where you take a light grip. - There's no way I can describe how badly I need you tonight, Law.''

It's done, you did it. Something switched in this man's head when you told him how much you desired him, knowing fully well only he can give you the relief you are seeking.

''Think about it, we have time all night.''

Sabo

“Hey pretty thing, what are you doing here by yourself? Don’t you want to join us?”

Your boyfriend puts a strand of hair begging your ear before he pinches your cheeks. Before you could answer, he notices the heat of your skin.

“Are you okay?” - his expression turns into a worrisome one now, glancing at your face for any sign of discomfort.

Sabo and you have been dating only for a month now, so this whole relationship thing is quite new for you.

However, telling him that you needed him in a very specific way right now seemed like the most difficult thing in the world.

“Uhm, it’s just… I’m a little…”

You gaze at his worried eyes, immediately looking away with a sigh as you rub your temple. He leans in closer, his palms now pressing against the table you were sitting on. Although he’s facing your chest, his eyes are on yours now.

“A little…?”

The moment you look down on him, noticing the close proximity, your face is covered with blush as you give him a fake cough.

“A little… excited…” - your voice is low and can hardly be heard by the blond.

“Understated? What are you saying?” - he leans in now even closer, feeling his breath hitting your neck, making you let out a little moan, quickly covering your mouth afterwards.

Sabo widens his eyes, soon catching up with the situation.

Your man is a menace so of course he’s gonna tease the hell out of you.

“Oh, so you’re excited, huh? I heard you the first time.”

As much as he gets in your nerves sometimes, it’s hard to be mad at him when he’s so close and you’re so needy.

“Don’t be mean.” - you say, taking a grip on the corner of table, breath beginning to catch up with the rapid pace of your heart.

“Would I be mean if i do this? - he grabs your legs, placing them over his hips, pulling you closer as your crotch moves quite close to yours. - Is this mean to you?”

He says, earning a gasp out of you as his lips drag the skin of your neck, biting it gently.

“If anything, I think I’m being too nice to my girlfriend that didn’t tell me she wanted a good fucking time.”

Your shaky breath is enough of an answer for him.

“But don’t worry, - he parts your legs as he makes more room for himself. - I’ll give you something that will get you thinking of me like this even more often.”

(Someone lock me up with these men)

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece men #sanji imagine #op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji headcanons #op zoro #one piece zoro #zoro headcanons #law headcanons #one piece law #one piece sabo #sabo #sabo headcanons

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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Thank God You Introduced Me to Your Sister (Vi x Fem!Reader)

Part One - Heated Flirting

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Part One | Final Part

Author Note: You're lying to yourself if you can listen to this song and not imagine Vi.

Word Count: 5061

Warnings: Dom Vi, smut, fingering, face-sitting, edging, non-exclusive dating, awkward conversations, The Last of Us 2 spoilers

Summary: You head to Mylo's house expecting to hang out alone for once, but that expectation is immediately crushed when you see his friends there. Things start taking a turn when his sister comes downstairs...

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time as you approach Mylo’s house. This is the first time you’re going to be at his house since you started dating a month ago. Usually, you’d meet up at the roller rink with your friends, but he wanted to hang out at home today since it’s supposed to rain. How does that affect going out to a café or something, you don’t know. Truthfully, you think it’s because he wants to play that new video game he got for his birthday. It’s all he talked about for a week every time you saw him.

You don’t mind hanging out at his place, but this will be the first time you meet his family. When you asked if it would be just the two of you, he said that his older sister would be home as well. That was almost enough to get you to say ”no” but he promised you’d get to hang out alone. So, here you are standing outside of his house filled with anxiety. You definitely weren’t at a point to meet his family, so if you decide to call this quits… it’ll be very awkward.

With a deep breath, you knock on the door before taking a few steps back. You nervously glance down at your outfit, a simple pair of jeans with your favorite flannel covering your top. ‘Should I have worn something fancier? Maybe I should have picked out my cleaner-looking converse? Fuck, it’s too late to go home and change anyway.’ You’re pulled out of your panic by the sound of the door opening and you snap your head up.

“You could have texted me that you’re here, Y/n.” Mylo sighs, “I would have met you at the door.” He opens the door wider for you to come inside. You roll your eyes as you take your shoes off.

“I did. You probably didn’t look at your phone after I told you I was on my way.” You raise an eyebrow at him as you tuck your keys into your pocket. You glance up at the stairs before turning back to him with your hands on your hips.

“Shit, sorry. I got caught up playing that new zombie survival game.” Mylo clears his throat awkwardly, and you have to stop yourself from smirking, “Anyway, come on, we’re hanging out in the living room.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to the room. When you get there you can’t help but feel a little angry seeing his friends sprawled around the floor. ‘There wasn’t any mention of his friends being here. He said that we’d be alone, not… this.’ You frown slightly.

“Hey, guys! Y/n’s here.” Mylo announces and his friends greet you before going back to their game. He tells you where the bathroom is and you nod. You take a seat on the couch next to him as he argues with one of the guys about something. Meanwhile, you were wondering why you’ve never had a single moment alone with him that was longer than five minutes.

“So what are you guys playing?” You ask Marc as he hands the controller over to Mylo.

“Just a regular co-op zombie shooter game. We wanted to play Smash Bros but Mylo’s sister won’t let him borrow her switch.” Marc shrugs, “Apparently she needs it for something.” You nod your head and watch your boyfriend yell at his friends. Your phone buzzes and you open the text from your friend - ‘Get any alone time with Mylo? ;)’ You scoff quietly and shake your head at the message. ‘I wasn’t planning on doing anything with him, but some quiet time together would’ve been nice.’ You tuck your phone into your pocket and turn your attention back to the group. They were still shouting at each other and panicking that the zombies were getting through.

“MYLO, FOR FUCKS SAKE, KEEP YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS OUT OF MY STUFF!” You hear someone scream, followed by footsteps pounding down the stairs. Curious, you turn your head to the sound and nearly choke on your own spit. A woman comes around the corner with an annoyed glare on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. ‘Fuck, she’s hot, even with a glare on her face.’ Your eyes widen at her large muscles and tatted arms. A definite weakness of yours. The guys pause the game in a hurry as Mylo practically jumps off of the couch.

“Vi!” Mylo hisses anxiously, “Not in front of the guys!” He motions to his friends on the floor. Oh, she’s his older sister… Wait. SHE’S his older sister?! Ah, shit, and she’s totally my type.’ You lower your head.

“Not in front of the guys!” Vi mocks him, “Where the fuck are my Docs, Mylo? I told you to stop taking my shoes. Aren’t they a little too big for your tiny feet?” She rolls her eyes. You raise an eyebrow in amusement as Mylo glances at you with a panicked look in his eyes. ‘I didn’t know he liked Docs. He never said anything when I talked about them.’

“They’re in Claggor’s room. I was going to give them back… eventually.” Mylo hesitates and glances at you again. ’Is he looking at me because he’s embarrassed?’ His sister follows his gaze and you make eye contact with her. ’She has beautiful eyes…’ Her eyebrows go up as she turns to him.

“Is she one of your friends?” Vi asks. Mylo suddenly seems to puff up at her question.

“No, actually, she’s my girlfriend.” Mylo says smugly and it has you raising your eyebrows. ‘Where the hell did that come from? We’re just dating.’ Vi’s eyebrows go up as well but her face brightens in amusement.

“Your… girlfriend.” Vi responds slowly, as if testing the words, “Why am I learning about her now?”

“Because you don’t always have to be in my business.” Mylo scoffs, but Vi ignores him and walks past her brother to approach you. ‘Wait. Wait. Wait, she’s coming to me?!’ You panic for a moment as she comes over and she stops in front of you, holding her hand out.

“I’m Vi.” Vi introduces herself, “That dweeb’s older sister. What’s your name?” You blink and shake her hand, idly noting that they’re soft yet calloused. ‘I wonder what she does for her hands to be like this.’

“I’m Y/n.” You smile, trying not to melt when she gives you one in return. You stare at each other for a moment, a smirk flashing onto Vi’s face before she lets go of your hand.

“Okay, now you’ve met her. I told you where your boots are. Can my friends and I hang out in peace?” Mylo huffs and crosses his arms. ‘There he goes again with the friends thing.’ You roll your eyes, awkwardly glancing away when you notice that Vi saw you.

“Ah, I’ll hang around for a bit. I’ve got nowhere to be today, and I’ve got a new person to get to know.” Vi shrugs, plopping down next to you on the couch. You don’t miss the way your heart flutters by that action. Mylo throws his hands up in exasperation but doesn’t protest what his sister does. He takes his seat and gets back into the game without a word to either of you. You and Vi sit quietly next to each other and watch the guys play their games. You can’t help but feel a bit agitated, fidgeting in your seat, knowing that the woman is next to you. There was something about her that you couldn’t help but be very attracted to, so it wasn’t long before you caved into speaking to her.

“So, do you attend Piltover-Zaun University? Or do you go somewhere else?” You glance at her from the corner of your eye.

“I go to the university, but I finished my classes early for this semester.” Vi turns to you and you follow her lead. You curl up on the couch, giving Vi all of your attention without much thought.

“Really?! I wish I could, but one of my professors has the courses locked.” You groan, feeling a little jealous, “I want to be done with my courses.”

“Ah, you could always do your work here. I can keep you company.” Your heart flutters a bit at the words. ‘I don’t know if that’s meant to be friendly or an invitation for sex… but that smile she’s giving me doesn’t help me figure it out.’

“I’ll have to think about it. I wouldn’t want to impose or anything.” You shake your head.

“I’m offering.” Vi chuckles, “It can get lonely when you’re doing things on your own.”

“Yeah, it can.” You nod, “...Do you do anything outside of college? Like a hobby or something?”

“I’m a boxer and I also do weightlifting. Those are my main things.”

“Really?” You gasp, “I’ve always wanted to weightlift but I’m way too shy to workout in a gym.” People always tell you that no one looks, but that didn’t help. You really were just too shy to work out in the gym. No one you asked would go with you so you stopped asking.

“Awe that’s cute, maybe you need someone to go with you. That should make it easier.”

“You’re not going to offer?” You playfully gasp, “I set it up so nicely too!”

“Maybe I just want you to ask me.” Vi shrugs playfully, flashing you a smile. You suck in a breath. ‘She’s definitely flirting. Fuck.’

“Hey, Y/n!” Mylo calls to you, “Come play!” He waves a controller at you and you hesitate. ‘I kind of want to talk to Vi more… and I really don’t want to play against him.’

“You’re playing against me, Harpy!” Marc motions you over, “It’s only a fair fight!”

“Hey!” Mylo cries out and you snort.

“Go play or we’ll never hear the end of it.” Vi nudges you. You bite your lip and nod at her.

“Alright, dumbass, I’m coming.” You stand up, “Talk to you later, Vi.” You wave at her before snatching the controller from Mylo. You sit down and end up going a few rounds with Marc as the others cheer you on. They crack some jokes that are not very funny but you fake-laugh with them. Sometime between matches, Vi disappears and you feel your mood drop a bit. Marc seems to be the only one who notices as he starts going easier on you. That drop in mood ends up making you lose the last match and you call it, handing the controller off to someone else.

“Hey, Mylo. I’m gonna grab a drink.” You say to him and he nods.

“There’s soda and stuff on the counter in the kitchen.” Mylo says without taking his eyes off of the screen, “Help yourself.” You shake your head as you walk into the kitchen. ‘I think I’m gonna leave soon. I don’t really feel any chemistry with Mylo and the only person I hang out with is Marc.’ You stop in the doorway and take a moment to scan the room. You find the drinks sitting on the center island and grab a cup. Now that there weren’t people shouting in your ears, you can hear the rain going on outside. You hum to yourself as you pour out some of the soda. You glance towards the living room and decide to stay in the kitchen until you finish your drink. Idly, you lean up against the sink casually sipping while you look around the area. A sound from the door makes you turn your attention to it and you see Vi walk into the kitchen. You pause mid-drink, eyes sliding up her body as you take in how she looks in workout clothes. ‘Holy shit, she has a body of a God.’ Your clit throbs at the thought of being underneath her.

“Are you okay there?” Vi’s voice snaps you out of your staring. You blink and blush when you realize that you’ve been caught staring. In the time you’ve been ogling her body, Vi had already poured herself a drink and leaned up against the center island. ‘Fuck, think of an excuse. Think of an excuse!’ You panic seeing her amused smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just- okay, this might be a stupid question… but, is that your natural hair color?” You ask sheepishly, hoping she doesn’t realize it's a deflection. Truthfully, you were a bit surprised by the shockingly pink hair she sports, but it didn’t seem like it is hair dye. If it was, it fits her very well. Your question earns you a chuckle that makes your pulse speed up.

“It’s natural.” Vi gives you a bright smile, “You’re not the first person to ask. My mom’s hair was purple and my little sister’s hair is blue.”

“Oh thank the Gods!” You sigh in relief, “It wasn’t a stupid question.”

“Eh, it was cute.” Vi chuckles, making you blush a little harder, “So, how the hell did a girl like you end up with my brother?”

“Ah, well… my friend group is kind of mixed in with his. He showed up at a get-together we had last month and he asked me out.” You swirl the soda around in your cup, “I didn’t have anyone I was interested in, so I saw no harm in it.”

“No harm?” Vi raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “You wouldn’t have said that if you were completely into him. Come on, you can tell me the truth.” She teases you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You glance back at the guys, all of them sitting on the floor and shouting at each other. ‘I know she’ll listen to what I have to say…’

“There’s nothing to tell.” You say nonchalantly, turning your gaze back to her, “I’m not his girlfriend and we’re not even exclusive. We’ve only gone on a couple of dates.”

“I know.” Vi puts down her cup and approaches you, “You didn’t confirm what he said, and even looked a bit confused by his words.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have the chance to correct him.” You sigh and put your empty cup down, “I’m going to have to talk to him about it. I don’t understand why he’d lie about that.”

“I do.” Vi leans against the counter in front of you, “He didn’t want to be embarrassed. My brother isn’t really the kind of guy that girls are interested in. My other siblings and I have had our fair share of relationships and flings. Him, on the other hand? Not so much… He was trying to look cool.”

“That’s no excuse to lie.” You cross your arms, feeling annoyed, “In front of me, too.”

“You’re right.” Vi nods, moving closer to you, “It’s not an excuse and it wasn’t okay.” She puts her hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Honestly, today was my last chance to see if he cared enough.” You have to look away from her, feeling flustered at the closeness, “He ruined it the moment I showed up.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here… even if my brother messed up.” Vi smiles, “I wouldn’t have gotten to meet a cute girl like you.” You blush and this time you know she sees it.

“Thanks.” You clear your throat, “I’m gonna head back in there if you’d like to join?”

“Ah, sure. Let me shower and I’ll come back down.” You nod and head out of the kitchen. ‘So she’s definitely into women. And I’m definitely into her. I thought I was going to die when she was that close to me.’ You take your seat on the couch and blankly watch the guys. Leave it to you to be into someone’s sister. Your mind wanders to the thought of Vi in the shower and you snap yourself out of it. ‘That is not a thought to have. No. No, don’t think like that.’ You scold yourself.

It’s not long before Vi comes back and takes a seat next to you. A pleasant-smelling cologne comes from her direction and you have to stop yourself from commenting on it. Subconsciously, you move closer to Vi and nudge her, “What took you so long? I thought I was going to die of boredom!” You joke.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Vi chuckles, “I got a bit too deep in thought while I was in the shower.”

“That happens to me sometimes. I love being under the hot water but I also think a lot when I’m in the shower.” You catch Vi shamelessly eyeing you and she winks when your eyes meet.

“I can only imagine.” Vi says silkily and your body flushes with heat. You clear your throat and turn away to hide your blush.

“Anyway, I’m probably going to go home soon.”

“I think you should stay a little longer. I’m enjoying your company.” You feel Vi’s hand on your thigh and you swallow hard. ‘If I felt like I was going to die earlier, I’m dying right now.’ You glance at her but she’s looking somewhere else.

“I might… uh…” Your mind feels a bit fuzzy, too distracted by the heat of her hand, “Excuse me.” You squeak out and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Mylo glances at you curiously. ‘Oh, so now you’re paying attention to me?’

“The bathroom.” You quickly respond, feeling Vi’s eyes on you as you turn the corner. You hurry up the stairs, remembering the instructions Mylo gave you, and lock yourself in the bathroom. You exhale heavily, pressing your palms against the countertop as you try to steady yourself. You were really feeling Vi and it’s clear that she’s feeling you as well. You shake your head and turn the water on to splash your face. ‘I’ll just tell her that it’s too soon. That I don’t want to do anything with her...’ The wet feeling of your panties says otherwise and you sigh knowing that you’re in a tough situation.

“Why does his sister have to be so attractive and into me?” You pout before opening the door. You freeze when you see Vi leaning up against the wall across from you.

“What took you so long? I thought I was going to die from boredom.” Vi says with a teasing smile. Any thoughts you had about telling her you weren’t interested vanish from your mind. Because, fuck, you’re very interested.

“I wanted to see if you’d come and get me.” You step in front of her, “And you did.”

“I think… you needed to get away from me.” Vi whispers, her face right in front of yours, “Or am I wrong?”

“Like I said… I wanted you to come and get me.” You whisper back. Vi smirks and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway and into her bedroom. Her walls were covered in various things like anime fanart, boxing, and some band posters. There was also a collection of polaroids that you assume are of her and her friends. You hear the lock on the door click behind you and butterflies erupt in your stomach. ‘I’m alone with her now.’

“You can sit down.” Vi chuckles and pulls you over to the bed.

“Sorry, I was a bit distracted by your room. Is that a Last of Us poster?” You point out the poster on the wall as you sit next to her.

“Yup, it’s one of my favorite games. The second one fucked with me though.” Vi snorts, “Seeing Ellie spiral like that and then the switch that they pulled with Abby? Ugh, I genuinely thought I was going to cry in the final fight.”

“I did cry while playing the final fight.” You giggle, “I had such a crush on Abby and Ellie that it pained me. I think I was reading hurt/comfort fanfiction for a while after that.” You and Vi get comfortable on her bed as you converse. You two sit facing each other, knees touching without much thought.

“Noo, not the fanfiction!” Vi snickers, “I managed to not fall down that rabbit hole… at least for that fandom.” You start laughing and Vi joins in. You slowly stop, staring into her eyes as you become entranced by the way they sparkle in the light.

“Can I kiss you?” Vi whispers, leaning into you.

“Please do.” You breathe out. Vi’s lips are on yours the moment you give her permission. You practically melt in her arms as you’re pulled onto her lap. The kiss is hot, needy, and you’re definitely turned on. Her hands are firmly grabbing your waist, keeping you in place so you’re where she wants you to be.

“Do you… want to take this further?” Vi gives you a sly smirk. You raise an eyebrow and push her down onto the bed.

“Of course I do.” You smirk back, “How can I pass you up?”

“Good, because I really want you to ride my face.” Vi confesses and your jaw drops.

“Vi!” You laugh, “Did you really just say that?”

“I’ll say it again if you want me to.” Vi grins at you, “I want to feel your thighs tremble around me when you orgasm.” You stare down at her with a pleasantly surprised grin.

“Alright then.” You smirk and strip in front of her, taking your time to give her a show. You had worn your favorite bra and pantie set, even though you had no intentions of having sex. Sometimes wearing it gave you the little confidence boost you needed. You hear Vi suck in a breath and you watch in amusement as she hurries to take off her clothes.

“Damn.” You breathe out, taking in her abs and the tattoo covering her back. You were definitely going to be sitting on that woman’s face. You push Vi back down and make out with her, letting her remove your bra and panties in the process. Vi flips you over so that you’re beneath her this time You were still in a bit of shock that you were up in her room, but you weren’t going to let that stop you. Especially not when Vi’s hand finds its way between your legs and she’s giving your clit the attention it was craving. You moan against her lips, her tongue stealing your breath away as she abuses your clit. It’s almost laughable how quickly your orgasm builds from that alone.

“Vi, I’m gonna-” You whine when she moves her hand, denying you of your release.

“Not yet, princess.” Vi purrs, slipping her fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Vi breathes out, “Did I make you that wet?”

“You were practically eye-fucking me earlier.” You pant, your breath hitching as Vi presses her fingers to your g-spot, “Yes, yes you-” You moan loudly as she fingers you faster, cutting off your sentence. You dig your nails into her shoulders, desperately needing something to steady yourself. Her fingers felt so good and the mixture of pleasure and her cologne makes your head spin. Once again, you feel your orgasm building and you practically fuck yourself on her fingers.

“Are you going to cum for me, darling?” Vi whispers in your ear.

“Yes, yes, I am!” You gasp as she thrusts her fingers into your g-spot.

“Well, I can’t have that, can I?” Vi chuckles.

“Vi, please!” You groan in aggravation as she removes her hand again, “Please make me cum.” You beg her.

“Oh, I will.” Vi smirks, sucking you off her fingers, “But, I did say I want you to ride my face.” You huff and grab her shoulders, turning so she’s the one with her back to the bed. You crawl up her body and Vi helps you position yourself over her mouth.

“You better let me cum or I’ll suffocate you.” You playfully threaten her.

“What a wonderful way to die.” Vi purrs and you can’t hold in your laugh. In the middle of your laughter, Vi brings your hips down and licks along your slit.

“Fuuck.” You groan in surprise, feeling her laughter against your cunt, “You’re such a fucking tease.” You huff and lower yourself the rest of the way. Vi doesn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into you with a moan leaving her lips at the taste of you. It’s seconds later that you’re scrambling to grip the headboard as she eats you out. You can’t even begin to describe how skillful Vi is with her tongue. The sounds coming from below you are fucking obscene with how greedily she laps at you. Through your moaning, you can hear and feel her muffled ones. Even though you’re the one on top, Vi is clearly the one in control as she fucks you on her tongue. Her grip on your hips is bruising but she has no issue keeping your body steady as your thighs start to tremble. ‘I guess those muscles aren’t for show.’ You moan, that knot in your abdomen getting tighter by the second.

“Don’t you dare stop this time.” You try to say firmly, but it comes out as a plea. You were right there and you didn’t know if you could handle being denied a third time. You were desperately grinding your pussy against her, one hand tangling in her hair as you do. You were chasing your orgasm at this point and Vi didn’t let up. If anything, she paid extra attention to that sweet spot of yours.

“Ahh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, grinding down harder. The tension in your abdomen is at its peak and you’re throwing your head back with a loud moan as it snaps. Your hips lose all motion as your body stills, your orgasm tearing through you and making your thighs shake. You temporarily lose your senses as you squirt on Vi’s tongue, cumming harder than you have in a while.

You pant as you try to catch your breath, shakily lifting yourself off of Vi and feeling a bit disoriented. You feel Vi’s hands back on your hips as she helps you sit on her bed. She wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you as your mind clears from the fog it’s in.

“Shit.” You laugh incredulously, “If I knew you fucked like that I would’ve been in here a lot sooner.”

“If I knew you tasted that good, I would’ve asked you to come up a lot sooner.” Vi grins, your cum glistening on her lips. You sit there grinning at each other until you hear your phone ping from somewhere in the room. You slide off of the bed, wobbling slightly, and grab your phone from your pants pocket. ‘Five missed messages?’ You open the most recent one to see that they’re all from your friend. ‘Leaving me on read?! Damn, I guess you are fucking, huh? …Tell me all about it later!’ You snort, your eyes flicking to the time and you can't help but sigh. You’ve been gone for a lot longer than a bathroom break.

“Everything good?” Vi comes over to you, handing you your undergarments.

“Yeah.” You chuckle, putting them back on, “I’ve been gone a bit longer than a bathroom break. I doubt he noticed though.” You two get dressed while cracking jokes with each other. You found yourself really loving your time with Vi and you selfishly didn’t want it to end. After exchanging numbers, you feel a lot more confident in your decision.

“Ready to head back down?” Vi grabs the doorknob.

“Ready.” You grin. You take your time heading down the stairs, hearing the guys cursing each other with a new voice you didn’t recognize. You reach the bottom of the stairs to see them all in the same places from earlier, except for a new guy sitting with them. You share a glance with Vi before walking over to Mylo. You tap him on the shoulder and wait for the guys to pause the game. ‘It’s now or never.’

“I’m heading out. And, I don’t appreciate you telling your sister that I’m your girlfriend. We were only dating and I’m calling that off. You clearly rather date your friends, so I’m out of here.” You cross your arms, “Bye, Marc. I’ll see you in calculus.” You wave and walk away as the guys start to snicker.

“I told you he’d fumble her.” Marc snorts.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Mylo shouts.

“He’s right.” You hear that unknown voice again, “Face it, Mylo, you’re just not relationship material.” Vi walks you to the door and waits for you to put your shoes on. It’s not until you’re outside with the door shut that she says something. You’re relieved that the rain has stopped at this point.

“You should meet up with me on campus. I’d love to take you out on a proper date.” Vi says casually, leaning against the wall.

“I’m not a conflict of interest after being with your brother?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nah.” Vi shakes her head, “You’re too cute to pass up. My brother can be angry all he wants.”

“Okay.” You nod, a grin making its way onto your face, “I’ll text you about it when I get home.”

“Drive safe, okay? I don’t want to lose you so soon.” Vi tosses you your keys and you catch them with a laugh.

“Thanks. I promise I’ll be safe. I can’t leave you alone so soon.” You wink at her. You head to your car and get in, watching Vi disappear inside. You exhale heavily before a giggle bubbles up in your throat. ‘Holy shit. Holy shit, I did that.’ You grab your phone, going to your friend’s contact as soon as it opens.

‘Okay, I totally fucked but it wasn’t him…’

‘Wtf? Who did you have sex with then?!’ Her response was instant.

‘His very attractive sister… who I have a date with.’

‘...Damn, so he’s out?’

‘Yeah, he’s out. Thank God he introduced me to his sister though. I have so much to tell you. Can I come by?’ You drum your fingers against your thigh as you wait. ‘Hell yes! Come right now!’ You laugh and put your phone down. This was a day you’d never forget.

#vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #vi arcane #vi #vi smut #songfic #thank god you introduced me to your sister #mylo arcane #Youtube #tlos2 references

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sexhaver · 8 months

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hate have to keep talking abt cakegate but the stupid ass reaction to that post is making me more mad than that Reddit post ever could. truth is idrc and i don’t think it happened the way OP said anyways but like. the amount of people making assumptions to justify victimizing OP vs the amount of villainization the gf gets thrown for baking a cake? like earlier on i kept seeing ppl say shit like oh she clearly made the cake to embarrass him and im ????? how tf did u get that from the post

im also losing my God damned MIND at all the people acting like she somehow brought this on herself by asking what was wrong. i already got into an argument with someone in the notes and had to block them over this so im going to put this less generously than i might have otherwise: if you can't read that story and conclude that OP was pouting specifically to make his gf ask him what was wrong so he had an opening to be petty, you are not emotionally mature enough to be drawing conclusions about it. exhibit A:

bonus, unrelated exhibit B (the least popular opinion at this point was that OP did nothing wrong):

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MC calling the Obey Me! Cast 'maidenless' - pt.1 the brothers

A/N: But you may ask, "OP, what does 'maidenless' even mean?". Well, I say, have this (probably very unhelpful and) very Elden Ring-esque screenshot of an urban dictionary entry about it.

You're welcome! c; - Plue

Lucifer

"Pardon me?"

He heard Levi ranting about that one game that was all the rage currently and his brother mentioned some memes and gamer lingo as well

Does Lucifer understand the exact specific meaning and context of what you said? No, because he is a boomer.

Congratulations, he is butthurt now.

Was he really giving you the impression that he was single for the past thousands of years because he doesn't have the skills necessary to get head?

Get ready to be proven wrong as soon as he gets you alone because you managed to deal severe emotional damage to his ego and he can't let that slide

Mammon

"Huh? Maids? MC, do ya think I own a Café or somethin'?"

The remark is (unsurprisingly) lost on him

Sure, he sat close by when Levi ranted about the newest games he was playing, but did you seriously think that Mammon listened to him?

Funnily enough, Levi called him the same thing just two hours earlier... However, our resident tsundere is none the wiser either way

Honestly what did you expect?

Leviathan

Ouch. Please apply a burn heal to the wound

It's not that you're wrong... but did you really have to rub salt into the wound?

His Player 2 called him maidenless

He's gonna need quite some time to recover from that

Oof

I seriously hope that you have limited edition Ruri-Chan merch at the ready, because otherwise he won't talk to you for a while... Or at least until the next co-op event for Mononoke Land releases

Satan

To be honest, he takes it worse than you expected

He has been playing the game as well; the aesthetic, difficulty and the open world nature really got him hooked

Until Lucifer had to confiscate his copy of the game because Satan destroyed the living room in a rage fit after losing to the second boss 34 times in a row

Now he is silently seething at all times

Apart from that, he doesn't only read a lot of detective and mystery novels, but also a lot of other (human world) literature

More specifially, romance novels

Anything really, ranging from very sappy straight romance to LGBTQIA romance novels

Well, this turned him into a hopeless romantic

He knows this is an in-fandom joke... but will he really never find true love, MC? T^T

Asmodeus

LE GASP

MC, what did you just call him?

While he doesn't play the game or know anything about it apart from Levi's random rants at the dinner table where he zones out about halfway through every time to check his devilgram notifs

He still catches the drift of what you're implying

He is the Avatar of Lust after all

How dare. The sheer audacity.

He has lots of maidens! All kinds of maidens.

All the maidens he needs

He is the Avatar of Lust after all, thank you very much

Beelzebub

First of all, I have questions

Why him out of all people, MC?

This is straight up mean in my opinion. Shame on you. And your cow.

Beel would probably be confused and/or upset if he had understood your statement

But his brain is so wired to food and eating that he heard you talk about marinara sauce instead

And is now giving you puppy dog eyes, asking you to cook something with marinara sauce for him

Get your behind into the kitchen and start cooking, MC

That's the least you can do after even thinking of doing that to him

I'm serious, start cooking n o w

Belphegor

Lmao didn't ask, didn't care

Are you sure he isn't having a conversation with you while sleeping again?

Belphs tried playing Elden Ring, but decided the difficulty was too much work for him and he'd rather nap instead anyway

Did I say he didn't care about you calling him maidenless?

Yeah scrap that, he does care and is butthurt

Even if he doesn't show it

But you're gonna nap and cuddle with him to make up for it, right MC?

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So, I don't know if any of you heard, but Sam and Colby put out a video the other day that they have been hyping up for weeks as being one that will "change the world."

And I have thoughts about that.

Now, I want to preface this with two things:

Opinions are not law. My opinion is not going to now become the de facto/definitive version of events for all of time. I'm just one dope on the internet, out of gazillions. Keep that in mind, please.

Sam and Colby are NOT on tumblr, so they will not see my opinion. Even if they were, however, they did ask for any and all opinions, theories, and possible ways to debunk what happened, so nothing I say in this is shitting in the face of their entire lives and careers.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is this- I am not trying to tear them down, shit all over them, ruin their lives, or whatever. I am one person, with one opinion- and spoiler alert: my opinion is favorable. I really did thoroughly enjoy this episode. I am very happy for them and how everything turned out. I rated it an 8/10. That's really high praise, coming from me.

My opinion just isn't exactly what 99% of the shall we call them "dedicated" fanbase is saying right now.

And that is OKAY.

Now, with all my disclaimers and legal notices out of the way, the rest of this op-ed will be behind a cut for safe keeping:

Before I get into the meat of this whole video, I want to spend some time talking about the stuff that nobody is talking about: the first 20 minutes.

First of all, can I tell you that I have never been so happy and relieved in my life that these two spent the first day there alone? I'm going to be very honest with you- one of my biggest issues with this series heading into it, was that they brought on all these people that I do not care about (no offense to the people in question) to take part in this whole thing, and I just. don't. care. anymore.

I hate these collabs. I hate them all. Even if the person winds up being nice, like Niki- I'm fucking sick of it. So so so sick of it. I don't know these people, I don't have any loyalty to them, I think 99% of them do not take this seriously and act like fools and have childish potty humor and it's been getting me to the point where I have barely made it through some of their most recent videos.

So, seeing it be only Sam and Colby...ah, what a sigh of relief.

Seeing them together without all the yelling streamers (read my opening statements if this offends) just reminds me of how great they are together when it's just the two of them with no outside influence. They really sell themselves short- they are, and can very much continue to be, the star attraction. They would do well to remember that.

Anyway, early on in this video, something kind of interesting happens that is, as per their normal MO when this happens, never really brought up again (at least in this episode)- they go upstairs and Colby very casually announces that this one particular room makes him physically ill every time he enters it.

Now, anyone who's been on my blog long enough knows that one of my biggest pet peeves about snc is that they never let Colby and his literal gut instinct cook long enough. The man has, at the very bare minimum, a great instinct for sussing out the energy and vibe of a room but they never let him fucking sit there and do it. It drives me absolutely freaking nuts.

So, this is something that I'm highlighting because I hope they get more into it in a future episode...but the thing about Colby is, as soon as all the others show up, he'll just sit in the back and let the others pretend they're psychics the whole time and never mention this again...so I do not have high hopes.

Now, they come downstairs and Colby starts declaring the dining room as a safe area for him, only to turn around and be faced with his mortal nemesis...a cheap reproduction of Robert the Doll. This brings me to my next sub-topic:

Enough with the Fucking Doll.

No seriously. Stop. Stop with the cancer conspiracy, stop apologizing to the damn doll in the youtube comments- do you really think a 150 year old doll is signing onto youtube every morning to read 10k "I'm sorry for looking at you without your permission" comments? Who has time for that? Not even an immortal doll with cancer giving powers has time for that.

They sell this thing on their website. I watched Ozzy Osbourne blow the replica up with fireworks one time. Look how he turned out (ok, maybe bad example, I don't know).

Anyway...omg, the comments. The comments are so tiring and old. Stop please.

The other thing that happened early on that I want to touch on briefly is the echoing of Colby's voice. I'll get into this a little more later, cause it's one of the things that caused me to be very wary of events that happened later, but...while weird that it only echoed on Colby, I do think there's a few different avenues of logical explanation for that, so I'm not going to chalk it up to the paranormal. It could've been an audio malfunction from Colby leaning in and yelling so loudly, or it could've been...well, I'll explain what else it could've been when I get to the rest of this trip. Stay tuned.

A couple of funny/random things from the first 20 minutes that I want to highlight:

Sam just really really really needs Colby to share a bed with him, ok.

Colby- the man who was chugging Diet Pepsi (not even real Pepsi, wtf) on a 9am livestream after only getting home and eating SUBWAY at 3am the night before: "Imagine if all we drank was Pepsi lolz"

Colby manipulating Sam into staying in the basement by pointing out that Sam has to one-up Colby...that's masterclass. That's psychology 101. That just proves that Colby is the baby brother (or girlfriend, as Kris had indicated in her podcast) in this partnership. Sam's staying in that basement lol.

Apparently, The Boys are the ones who put the money down Raggedy Andy's shirt.

Colby's proud smile after explaining how the Perrin girl "flew through the air like a frisbee"...

This whole thing with the challenges- I will reserve judgement until I see how it plays out, but I don't think it's strictly necessary.

Alright, that's enough of that. Let's get into the elephant in the room for this episode: what the fuck is this alphabet game, and is it real?

Now, before I get into the method being used, I need to set the tone here by explaining the vibe I got from the new owner of the house, as well as Satori and Cody.

This is important, because I think it shaded my opinion on this whole thing way more than I would've liked it to, but that's the problem with vibes sometimes...they just take over.

I have never seen or heard of the new owner before in my life. I know who Cody is a little bit, because the Conjuring House has a TIKTOK ACCOUNT NOW (because why wouldn't it) and I know Satori is Jason Hawes' daughter, but that's about it. So, I did not go into this with any real preconceived notions.

But, within 10 seconds of meeting the new owner, I didn't vibe with her at all.

The vibe I got was somebody that is really pushing to turn this house into a money pit tourist attraction. I mean, they have a tiktok account now. They have a campground. It's an air bnb. And she just had that "hey, I need to make my money back on this investment somehow" vibe to her. I have a feeling that, as time goes on with this house, the truth behind some of the legends such as Bathsheeba will start to disappear so that the owner of the house can push the agenda that the movie had started pushing.

Witch babies and demonic possessions sell much better than "hey the town unfairly villainized this woman cause they didn't understand her, and the Warrens were crooks who preyed on a terrified family," after all.

So, I'm already going into this with a healthy distrust of the establishment, ok? And then Satori and Cody take hands and start...running through the alphabet?

And to be honest, my initial reaction was "now what the fuck."

I mean, I have a million questions. How the hell did they even discover this in the first place? And what ghost has time to sit there and play along with this? Like, from the ghost perspective, if the guy down the street has a much easier method for communication than making my ghost ass stand around and play morse code foot stomping games, I'm keeping it moving lol.

But yea, I was immediately skeptical. This is just so easy to fake. And there is, by the way, precedent for faking this kind of stuff. Lots of precedent. And actually, there was a precedent for this very method being debunked back in the 1800's. There was a group of sisters known as the Fox Sisters who populated a very similiar method back in the 1800s. They were eventually exposed as frauds when they admitted that they snapped their joints to replicate the tapping sounds.

Now, again- I was already skeptical of the owner of the house. I had started to become skeptical of Satori and Cody when Colby went to them to ask about the echo of his voice and they gave the most guilty sounding "no" ever on record when he asked if they had any audio recording in the house (because my bet on that is that they were watching him and Sam on cctv and didn't realize the sound would also pipe through, hence the echo that stopped a second later).

So, I'm already skeptical, and then they start employing this method that was debunked back in 1850 and you can imagine where my skepticism went from there.

Now, I want everyone to understand this- I do not believe Sam and Colby were faking any of this. Sam's reaction to hearing his grandma's name is a very genuine response to having someone tell you that they are communicating with a loved one that you thought you would never speak to on this earth again. I've been there, I know what that feeling is. You cannot replicate it.

And they were doing their level best to try and debunk the footsteps and knocking noises being heard throughout this entire thing, and I applaud them for being open and upfront about that to everyone in the room.

I also want to state, for the record, that I do believe in spiritualism in some form, and in the paranormal in some form. I am not a skeptic.

I do, however, know there are a lot of people out there who will use people's emotions against them and fake things like this for attention, clout, money, etc. It happens. So, skepticism in this situation is not unfounded.

Also, something else I'd like to point out- all of the information provided about the people they contacted is readily available and easy to find online. Sam has spoken about his grandmother several times over the years and her nickname, Libby, was in her obituary, which is accessible online. Sam's siblings' names are public knowledge. I, as a somewhat casual fan, have actually known about and have even seen a picture of Frank Brock before this episode aired.

This stuff is out there. It's searchable. It's not hard to find. Even Zach Bell, their producer- give me 10 minutes and I'm sure I could find some information on him, public figure or not. I would never do that, cause I'm not a creep- but someone could.

So...all of that is what is running through my head while this is going on. While I found it interesting, and truly do hope that nobody would be cruel enough to use someone like a beloved grandparent against someone in that manner, it does have to be said that there are just so, so many easy avenues for faking this. I was interested, intrigued, but not 100% on board with it being real.

For Sam's sake, and for Colby's parents' sakes, I hope all of this is true and not some kind of scam to schill tickets to go stay at the Conjuring House. And that's where I'm going to leave that.

Now, a few other things I found either interesting or funny that I would like to point out about Sam and Colby's paranormal ancestry.com journey here, before we move on:

Colby did not know Frank Brock, but then a minute later was like, "Oh yea, I did ancestry.com and I know Frank Brock!" Is he ok? Should we send him to get his cognitive memory ability tested?

Colby's whole entire family coming through and asking him to pass messages along to everyone else...kind of sweet, kind of sad. I wonder who in his lineage is watching out for him, and not Lesa and Layne and Bob and whoever else.

But hey, happy for him that he now has something to bring up at the family Christmas party lol.

Ok, so if anyone is still here reading this- cause damn is this thing long- I just want to really quickly wrap this up by touching on their later attempts to debunk this whole thing. Again, I applaud them for trying, and that really did go a long way to help a lot of people, and make them look more credible in everyone's eyes. I give them all the kudos in the world for that.

I don't love that they outed that random private citizen teacher lady's private info all over the internet, but guess what? When I google her, the first thing that comes up is an article talking about her death in connection to the Conjuring House so...take that how you will.

Anyway, I truly, truly hope, for their sake and their families, that this is real and not a scam being conducted by the people running that house. I will be brokenhearted for them if it is.

Now, my final thoughts on the matter: do I think this was a fantastic video? Yes, actually, I was quite pleasantly surprised. I was getting to the point of not wanting to watch it because of all the over-hyping they were doing, but I'm glad I did watch this, because it was really well put together, very interesting and intriguing, and definitely makes a mark.

Do I think it was life changing? No. To them, it was, but this method has been around in some way, shape or form for a long time, Satori and Cody have apparently done it on Ghost Hunters before, and talking to psychics to communicate with the other side has been a well documented phenomenon since dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Nonetheless, it was a fantastic start, and I do hope this momentum keeps up when the screaming streamers come to town.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #snc video review #xplr #disclaimer: opinions are not law they are opinions

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flipping-the-coin · 24 days

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[Patient Report: OP-7845-91653]

[Authorization Requirement: Alpha]

[Document Status: Sensitive - 94% preserved]

[Listed Authorized Individuals: Primal Steward Ratchet]

[Overseeing Medical Personnel: - Primary Physician: CMO Ratchet - Secondary Assistant: First Aid]

[Session: #004]

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Orion was a decent enough patient this session. No serious deviations from what I’ve recorded. Through medication he has begun to return to awareness without any serious side effects. He’s still very unstable, but he is improving bit by bit. He hit me with his field again when I got too close, but that is to be expected. He's still very sensitive to anything and everything.

Megatron loomed over me as usual. He tried incredibly hard to get a rise out of me, but unfortunately for him, I was wise enough to take a low dose of sedatives before arriving. They kept me calm at the cost of awareness. I worked in a daze, but it wasn’t as if I needed to be on my best behavior when Orion was too unsettled to even let me closer than a foot away without Megatron holding him. Orion may need to be issued ration tickets for the time being. He’s too thin and Megatron is exhausted caring for him. To my knowledge, Orion should have a sizable inheritance. As soon as he is aware enough to come and claim it, I will give it to him and he won’t need to live the way he does.

It is the least I can do. He’s entitled to his inheritance, and with Alpha Trion currently MIA, there is no point leaving a bunch of shanix and assets to rot in a vault. The banks are nearly open again. I might be able to pull some strings and give Orion access prior to his registry as a citizen, but I can’t get Megatron access when their conjunxing is unconfirmed. Slagging policies. I’m sure Megatron blames me for a lot of the issues we are dealing with globally. Primus, I wish I could show him just how chaotic things are. No matter how hard I try, files fly under my radar and sneak past the correct authorities and worm their way into legalization. I’m just one mech. I can’t do everything.

Sometimes I detest the fact that Optimus left this role for me in his will. But I know he wasn’t in his right mind at the time. It wasn’t like he trusted many of us anyway.

Orion muttered strange things. Lots of pleas to be released and all sorts of nonsense about Bumblebee being ‘their’ sparkling. I don’t give a frag about a lot of it. The arrogance is startling. Still, I got some information from him through a few pointed questions. Megatron almost punched me for it, but I asked about Optimus again. I got a scrambled answer and a field attack in response.

I don’t have all the pieces to this puzzle, but I am beginning to put things together. I know that Orion and Optimus shared a frame throughout the war due to the Matrix. I know that the Matrix seemed to have… made Optimus. I have no clue what process allowed that to happen, but that’s what I’ve gathered. Orion was locked within the Matrix throughout Optimus’s functioning, which explains why he is the way he is. They appeared to have been able to communicate, but based on what Orion has muttered, there was a severe miscommunication issue or Orion is delusional.

The way he talks about Optimus… you would think my Prime was murdering sparklings in their cradles. War did lead him to have to make some tough calls, but everyone suffered during the conflict. Orion isn’t special in that regard. The Primus forsaken slagger really seems willing to die on the hill of Optimus being the worst thing since the Quints.

Frag him.

I gave Orion a new dose of sedatives and left before I could get hit again. Orion Pax makes me angry. Far more than I care to admit. He was my friend. My closest companion before the war. But… I didn’t choose for it to be that way. Maybe my old fears are re-emerging. Having Optimus around made it impossible for me to think about my past. The circumstances of mine and Orion’s association were irrelevant. I didn’t want to be there and I would have been punished if Orion deviated, but I like to think we took comfort in one another.

Then he just had to fall for that mongrel Gladiator. I really shouldn’t have helped by giving him the train ticket to Kaon, but he was just so very broken. He had something he finally loved and I didn’t have the spark to deny him. I was trapped in the constraints of my deal, but he could enjoy himself a bit if I covered for him.

So many vorns later… that decision still haunts me. I should have stopped him. I should have refused to let him go to Kaon. My biggest fear at the time was that Alph- my sponsor, was going to kill me. Who could have imagined that the end of our entire civilization would have come about instead. I was worried about vanishing mysteriously when I should have really been paying more attention. I don’t like to think about all the times I considered going to Alpha Trion. It brings back bad memories. The war made it all seem so small.

Slag, I honestly believed I was trying to court my best friend.

I still haven’t processed that fact. How am I supposed to process that? I firmly believed that Optimus was just Orion given a new form. I thought I knew him. But now that I am Orion’s doctor and now that Optimus is gone-

I don’t think I knew either of them.

It doesn't matter anymore. I’m old and memories are difficult for me at times. I don’t want to think about any of it. I have more important things to do. I can’t allow myself to lose control. I can’t be angry with Orion. I need to stay composed. Once I put the pieces of this messed up story together, then I can decide how best to act. I don’t have enough information.

Patience. That was Optimus’s best trait. I just need to emulate him.

So long as I am patient, I will get through this. I can get the frag out of being Orion’s doctor as soon as the clinics are operational. I can get away from all of this. These slagging memories that I don’t want to recall.

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[Assistant First Aid Report:

Everything was delivered without issue! I managed to come inside and clean up a little bit for Mr. Pax, which was nice. I got everything all picked up and I even managed to give Mr. Megatron a care package without seeming rude. At least, I hope it wasn’t rude.

However I think there is something that should come to your attention, Doctor. I think your pill dosage was a little high this time. I know mistakes happen so please don’t take offense! I was just looking at the pill case and noted a few too many in there to be healthy. I don’t think it would have killed Mr. Pax thankfully. But it would have been very painful for him. Luckily for all of us, I removed the excess pills before anything could go wrong.

I just thought you would like to know. You have some serious jitters sometimes, so if you would like, I can count out pills when you need it, Doctor.]

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