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[cerisefait]

Food Critic

sanji x reader

[2.4k words] [I'm working on the second part!! stay tuned]

a/n: hii! this is my first sanji fiction, hope you enjoy it. I would love to hear your thoughts about it and my reqs are open. there aren't any trigger or spoiler warnings on this fic.

summary: food critic reader goes to Baratie to enjoy a nice evening and analyze the restaurant without knowing what awaits her; a couple of romantic moments with the sous chef of the restaurant. 'apologies madam' scene included with slight changes and much more...

‘I’m going to be the greatest food critic of all time!’

The phrase echoed in your head as you stood outside the restaurant on water, otherwise known as ‘Baratie’. Ever since you were a little kid, you had one particular dream: To become one of the most respected food critics alive.

In a world full of pirates and bounty hunters, some may say your goal was boring, ordinary. Rather than fighting sea creatures and thieves, you were going from one restaurant to another, tasting all of their signature dishes; taking notes about the flavors in your mouth and the emotions each dish has brought you.

Don’t they say to follow your passion? Food has always been yours. You never saw it as a ‘boring’ task, you were enthusiastic about it.

It all started when you were a little kid; you sat there in the kitchen, watching your grandmother cook delicious smelling meals. To you, those were the best times of your childhood. Watching her skilfully chop up the vegetables, hearing the simmering pots, seeing the baked goods rise in the oven…

All of it brought you a sense of comfort. As you grew older, she allowed you to help her in the kitchen, teaching you each spice and many knife tricks.

When she sadly passed away, you were only 12. Needless to say she was your favorite relative, you made her a promise at her funeral, to learn the dishes all across the four seas.

It was her dream but when she started a family, she had to quit pursuing her goal. So you took it upon you and made her a vow in which you don't intend on breaking.

***

Once you stepped into the restaurant, you found yourself admiring the interior. Baratie’s ambiance was astonishing. You’ve been in many restaurants overseas but this place was nothing like you’ve ever seen before.

The open floor plan made the place look elegant. The choices of colors maroon, beige and wooden brown added more to the elegant look as well as the wrought iron handrails on the balconies of the second floor. The lightning was dim and there wasn’t much sunlight due to the lack of windows; it made the restaurant more alluring and mysterious.

While you were busy observing the interior, one of the hosts of the restaurant greeted you, saying

‘Welcome to Baratie, how can I help you?’

‘I would like to have a seat.’ you said, looking kindly at the man.

‘Do you have a reservation ma’am?’ He said, looking at you then directing his attention to the line behind you that had just been formed.

‘No, I don’t have one. Would it be a problem?’ You asked, batting your eyelashes. You weren’t the most experienced critic considering your age but you knew how to use your charm to get what you wanted.

He quickly looked down at the tables, searching for an available spot. There were some empty tables but looking at his attitude, you can tell that the restaurant didn’t want just any customer: Especially the ones who who looked like they could easily stir some trouble up. Lucky for you, you knew how to clean up nicely.

‘Normally, we’re very full today but we’ll be making an exception for you ma’am. If you’ll follow me...’

You followed him down the stairs just like he asked you to and he led you to your table. When you sat down, you sank into the velvety cushion of the dark red booth.

‘Here is the menu. Your waiter will be with you shortly.’

‘Thank you, sir.’

You began to wait for your waiter, as you were told. The antique table lamp’s soft yellow light reflected on your face while you listened to the background noise: Classy jazz, waiters rushing in and out of the kitchen, customers’ enjoying their dishes while chatting and clinking their glasses of wine…

Everything seemed peaceful until you heard the yelling noise coming from the kitchen. You directed your gaze towards the kitchen door, curious about what’s happening inside. Seconds after that, you saw a tall blonde man get out of the kitchen, looking annoyed as he quickly wore his jacket.

He stopped by a table full of appetizers and got a plate in his hand, holding it up to carry it around the tables.

Just as he was making his way to a nearby table, a fight seemed to occur right in front of him. Two guys were fighting over the table, the one already sitting at the table claiming it is his right to sit on the table, the other telling the opposite.

They began to talk more aggressively and one of them threw a plate of food that was sitting on the table as the blonde man stopped in front of them flashing a smile, saying

‘Now now, gentleman. You know the rules here, we don’t waste food. And there’s no fighting at Baratie.’

They didn’t seem to care about the blonde as they continued their bickering. He offered to pour them each a glass of Ithürzburger Stein, free of charge in hopes of stopping the chaos which was disturbing the other customers.

They seemed to like the idea at first, but that didn’t stop one of them from pulling his gun out only a few seconds later. The blonde was quick, just as he saw the gun he kicked the guy’s hand and sent it flying straight to the floor. He blew a few more kicks and in a blink of an eye, the two customers were laying on the ground.

After the fast paced sequence, he didn’t change his calm and -more so- annoyed attitude one bit. He took his appetizer plate back in his hand, let out a sigh and proceeded to walk away exclaiming

‘No cause for alarm, folks. Please enjoy your meals.’

Then, he walked straight to your table while being busy eyeing other tables. Without paying attention to your face or your figure, the words fell quickly from his lips.

‘Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?’

‘Shitty ambiance? I couldn't take my eyes off of it ever since I came here.’

Hearing the sound of your voice, he swiftly turned his gaze on you. His expression of annoyance left its place to a more loving, soft look. He ever so slightly tilted his head to the left and put on a little smirk on his face.

‘Apologies madam, didn’t see you there.’

The tone of irritation in his voice was completely gone and now it was much more... suave.

‘You’re liking the ambiance eh? Can’t say the same about the second part ‘cuz you’ll be the only thing I can’t take my eyes off of tonight.’

You did not expect the bold flirtatious act nor the quick word play from him. Given that he caught you off guard, you were thankful for the dim lights as you felt your cheeks getting warmer. As you remained silent, he continued

‘Will you care for an aperitif to start? Or maybe a beverage. We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock…’

‘Actually, I would love to have a glass of Umeshu.’

‘I should’ve figured. Y’know, something sweet for.. someone sweet.’ He winked as he said the last part. He was shamelessly flirting with you. You turned your head sideways to avoid staring at his eyes for a second.

Normally, it would give you the ick but when he did it, you surprisingly enjoyed it. Say whatever you want; whether it’s his amazing kicking abilities, how he looks in his suit or his flirtatious personality, you can’t stop yourself from having butterflies in your stomach.

‘Anything else, madam?’

‘I also would like to order every one of your special dishes, could you do that for me?’

‘...Anything for you. Coming right away.’ He flashed you a smile before returning to the kitchen.

***

When he came back with the plates, you were starving. All of them looked amazing as he put them in front of you in a professional manner.

The waiter who greeted you didn’t lie when it came to the restaurant being busy. There were new customers coming in and out every other minute and it looked like they were short on staff tonight.

Just as he was going to strike up a conversation with you, one of the customers from a nearby table called him up. Sanji told you to enjoy your meal, excused himself and cursed to himself under his breath, hating that the precious time you could’ve spent together was going to be wasted.

When Sanji left, you started with one of the most appealing dishes: It was a buttery seafood sauté with complimentary herbs, garlic and spices. The way the flavors danced on your tongue left you speechless.

In order to note it all down in your notebook, your eyes searched for the restroom. While you were looking around, you locked eyes with Sanji.

He immediately flashed you a genuine, warm smile. You returned his smile by squinting your eyes slightly and smiling back at him, before mouthing the words ‘Where’s the restroom?’

He couldn’t (or maybe wanted to make it seem like he couldn’t) understand what you just said as he put the plates on one of the tables he was attending and made his way up to you.

When you saw him coming, you stood up and went up to him with your small bag in hand. You met in the middle and as he saw you standing, he couldn’t help but check you out from head to toe, taking his sweet time. His warm smile turned into an arrogant grin which meant he enjoyed the sight.

‘Yes madam?’ he asked, leaning slightly towards you.

‘Where can I find the restroom?’

‘Oh it’s right this way… Can I?’ He swiftly gestured to your arm. You nodded, eyes wider than usual, as he took your arm with one of his hands, lightly touched your shoulder with his other hand and turned you around.

Your breath hitched in your throat, his intoxicating smell filling up your nose as he stood right behind you. He was being careful, not to step on any boundaries.

‘So, you go straight ahead. Then turn to your left, first door to the right.’ He pointed out.

You turned your head towards him, only to realize there are a few inches between your faces. Looking up at him, you stared at his gorgeous features. At that moment, everything around you seemed to slow down. When his gaze finally met yours, you were mesmerized.

His blue eyes were shining, the way his lips curled upwards to form his pretty smile was stunning. Feeling the heat his body radiated was enough to drive you over the edge… But you were here to pursue your goal.

In order to continue the task at hand, you whispered him a thank you and went flying to the restroom. Luckily there was a table with decorations in between the sinks, giving you a place to write your notes down on.

***

Time seemed to pass by quickly as you were going back and forth between your table and the restroom. You were trying to be smooth with it but you weren't exactly acting like a professional.

Not that you were being clumsy or carefree, you were a bit amateur. Considering your age, it was understandable.

Plus, the blonde who was gazing at you all night didn't help at all. It was fun though, catching his glances every now and then, seeing his little smirk form up every time you made eye contact (occasionally with a wink), made you feel things.

You couldn't help but to think that you didn't want the night to end here. You wanted more than secret glances and formal discussions…

Just as you finished taking notes about the last dish and made your way back to your table, Sanji stopped you in your tracks, pulling you flush against his chest and moving you both to a near dark corner, trapping your body against his and the wall behind you.

Taking a step back, he looked you in the eyes, searching for a sign of distress or unwillingness.

Upon seeing the pure shock on your face turn into a more relieved look, he leaned towards you, a hand pressed against the wall over your shoulder, right next to your head.

'You a food critic?' He questioned, leaning over.

'Why do you care, waiter boy?' He put his hand on his heart, grimacing his face upon hearing your words.

'I am the sous chef of this restaurant.'‘

‘It didn't seem like it.’

‘Don't try to change the subject now, love.’ He looked deeply in your eyes, it was evident that he was growing impatient.

‘Fine, I am… but you can't tell anyone about it.’

‘Why not? You don't seem to care as you made it pretty obvious.’

‘I want to remain anonymous to be respected. Also, I don't think anyone other than you’ve noticed.’

‘Told you that I wasn't going to be able to take my eyes off of you tonight… I am a man of my word.’

And with that, both of you were laughing. It was a moment of pure sweetness. After a few seconds of the sound of your laughter filling up the empty corner, you continued with a serious tone:

‘Just… promise not to tell anyone.’

‘How about we make a deal, eh? I’ll keep your secret and we’ll have dinner tomorrow.’

‘...It’s not like I have another choice. Right?’

‘C’mon, we both know you want it as bad as I do.’

‘Keep dreaming.’ You said, making your way back to your table.

He didn’t expect you to react this way, when he saw you leaving his side he turned around, looking at you like a lost puppy. You wanted to shock him for a little bit, make him chase after you.

As you sat down, you drank your last sip of wine and took your sweet time before calling Sanji to pay the bill. He immediately went to get the bill and put it in front of you, still shaken. You checked it out, put the money in and thanked him for his service.

He was standing still in front of you as you gathered your things and got up off of the booth. Then, he hesitantly offered you his hand to give your hand a quick goodbye kiss.

You put your hand in his and said:

‘Meet me up at 7?’

He changed his posture, he was more confident now than heartbroken and gave your hand a swift kiss before telling:

‘It’ll be my pleasure.’

#sanji x reader #sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji #opla sanji #sanji fic #one piece sanji #sanji x you #one piece imagine #food critic!reader x sanji #one piece live action #creative writing

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Drink

ship: Nami x fem! reader

summary: What kind of flirtation, exactly, would catch and keep Nami's interest?

a/n: requested by @0amy5

tags: flirtations so unhinged they're borderline suggestive, gay panic, reader's sister is a good wingwoman (she also goes off with Sanji), Nami is the dom of this relationship, inaccurate alcohol use because I've never gone drinking it in my life and I don't intend to

*

Your younger sister smiled behind the rim of her mug. "Oh, she's definitely interested."

From where you leaned back against the high top table, the pretty orange-haired girl and her group of guy friends across the bar were in your blind spot. Your sister was more than happy to face them on your behalf, not at all being subtle about how she was smiling at Nami and then gesturing towards you.

"Turn around already, would you? Don't be a bitch." Your sister smacked your arm with the back of her hand, and you smacked her back quickly. "I thought I was finally going to see your renowned flirting skills in action."

"Shut your face." you smile. "We both know you don't need to learn flirting from me."

She picked up her jacket from the barstool at her side, attention no longer on you but on Sanji, who held her gaze and then excused himself from the group. Your sister gave you a mischievous wink, "The extra advantage doesn't hurt."

You huff a laugh, waving a hand in dismissal and congratulations.

A head of orange hair had approached from the opposite direction and occupied the seat next to you. She braced her forearms on the high top table and addressed the barkeep. "Word is, top shelf is the sweetest you have around here."

It was either that the alcohol had gone to your head, or that she smelled like tangerines and the sea, but your mouth was quicker than your mind. "Too much sweetness will make you sick."

The side of Nami's mouth curled up as she turned to look at you, then swept her eyes over your body with deliberate, flirtatious slowness. "I'll take my chances." A bottle with amber-colored liquid was placed between you two. "I'm Nami."

You introduce yourself in return, and Nami's smile widens. "Y/n… listen, your friend isn't very good at subtlety."

"Neither is yours, from the way he opened the door for my sister when they left together."

Nami grasps the bottle by the neck, leading the way to the veranda of the bar where there was more privacy. She said over her shoulder. "Oh, that one worships all women. Your sister is in good hands."

The two of you claim a two-person table at the corner of the veranda railing―― to have something to lean into when the alcohol hits you all at once, probably. Nami crosses one leg over the other, and the generously beautiful movement nearly made you gulp.

"With all due respect, Y/n," she began. "I bet you'll crawl into my bed before tonight ends."

Oh, indisputably. You heard yourself think. "I bet this table will be more than enough for us, sweetheart."

Her smile widens into a grin. Correct response. "You're quite the smooth talker, aren't you?"

"Oh, no. My tongue is rough, actually." You reach across the table to take the bottle from her, sticking your tongue out against the rim before you took a swig.

Something was burning in the blue of Nami's eyes when you placed the bottle back between you two. She didn't miss a beat. "How about this? You guess something wrong about me, you drink. I guess something wrong about you, I drink."

You grin. "We both get drunk in the end, regardless?"

Nami made an offended face. "Do you have someplace else to be in the morning, pretty lady?"

"Not anymore." There never was, but for the sake of that blush on Nami's cheeks now, a little lying couldn't hurt.

"I'll go first, then." She leaned closer. You crossed your legs as well, so it becomes more likely that your boots touched casually (but not really). "You've been married before."

A giggle escaped you. "I hope you're thirsty."

She shamelessly glanced down at your lips for a fraction of a second. Your thighs clench under the table. "No man ever tried to put a ring on your finger?"

"Oh, they've tried. Haven't you noticed my sister's knives?" You waited a few seconds until realization flickered across Nami's face. "My life is better without all the dangling bits, thank you."

Nami snickered, grabbing the bottle. After she threw her head back and gulped down the mouthful of liquid, she returned it on the center of the table. "Your turn."

You hummed thoughtfully. To call her out so early in this dynamic, or to get yourself blackout drunk? "You prefer giving up control."

There was something dark and broken about the way she smiled at the words. It was ridiculously attractive. "Drink, Y/n."

It was as if your shoulder and hand were not entirely your own as you reached for the bottle and took another swig. Simple as that, you were under Nami's thumb.

#nami x reader #opla nami x reader #one piece live action #live action nami #opla x reader #one piece live action nami

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|| The Distraction ||

Matt Murdock x female reader

🚨🚨🚨 LOVE CONFESSIONS, IDIOTS IN LOVE, ITALICISED OH, AWOOGA AWOOGA! I made Frank a himbo sorry lol 🚨🚨🚨 IF U LIKE PLS REBLOG

You nonchalantly slink into the near-deserted bathrooms where Matt is waiting for you, holding out the passcard with a huge pleased smirk on your face, the music of the party fading as the door closes behind you.

“Piece of cake!” you say, but you don't miss the terse look on his face as he takes it from you. “What's the matter, Murdock? It's going to plan.”

Matt huffs out a short, strained laugh. “You were getting pretty friendly with that security guard.”

“Uh yeah, I kinda have to Matt, that's how I get the goodies, you know that.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, and then with a slight hesitance, “but did you need to fawn all over him so much? It could have drawn unwanted attention. You could have been caught.”

You raise a brow. “I ‘accidentally’ bumped into him and apologised while i unclipped the pass, I wasn't fawning,” you hiss quietly in response. "Don't be so dramatic."

Matt rolls his eyes and leads you out of the other door at the opposite end of the restrooms, both of you quickly making your way towards the office you were intending to break into before the admittedly hot security guard realises that he's been duped.

“You were practically hanging off him, and you called him ‘big boy’…”

“You heard that? Well, did you see him?! He was massive!”

Matt grits his teeth as you both climb the back stairs, trying to hide the green seeping into his eyes. “You were squeezing his bicep, sweetheart. He liked it.”

“I was distracting him!”

“He was more than distracted by what you're wearing… I thought I said pick something simple.”

You shrug your shoulders, glancing down at the black sheath of close fitting fabric with strategic slashes and cutouts that clung to your body. “It is simple!” You defend as you near the room you're looking for. Matt listens for a moment, checking there’s no-one nearby and then swipes the card in the access panel, allowing you entry.

“He gave you his number…” he continues with a whisper, as you start searching the place for where the ledger might be.

“Yeah, well-” They usually always did.

“You put it in your purse.”

Your mouth opens wide at his accusing tone.

“Yeah I did, It's just for show, Matt! I'm not actually gonna call Frank!”

“Oh, it's Frank now is it? Why not? You seemed pretty into him.”

You stop feeling around the wall panels for any secret buttons and face up to Matt. This was nuts. You'd had enough of his ridiculous behaviour. He'd never acted so bothered before now.

“Fuck Matt, what the hell is with you tonight? You're never usually like this on missions!”

“Nothing, I'm just- it's nothing.” He bites his tongue and changes the subject. “Lets just find the book.”

You halt him, your hand firmly on his arm, turning him back to you as you step up closer. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Jealous? No… not-”

“Matt…” you jibe, a little smile on your lips as you see his neck flush with pink. “Aww, are you? That's so sw-”

You're cut off as Matt's hands reach past your waist, stepping in so close your noses are almost touching, almost taking your breath away with the sudden movement. Your ribcage rises and falls as your breathing becomes extremely shallow as you feel like you're waiting for a bomb to drop.

Matt lets out a sharp breath, tilting his head the tiniest amount to the side, his lips are mere millimetres away…

“Here.” He says flatly, lightly tapping the wooden paneling behind you. You swallow as he pulls his arms back but stays close.

"So..." You begin to say, but he cuts you off.

“Look, maybe… yeah, I am a little jealous,” he admits, and it's your turn to feel hot and bothered. “but we make a good team, and I don't ever want to compromise that if me having… feelings for you isn't something you're happy about.”

Your eyes flicker as you look at his face. He's entirely serious as far as you can tell, waiting for you to say something in response. There were a million things you could say, you had always had a little hidden flame burning for Matt but he had always kept your team ups so professional you never thought there was a chance that you could ever actually date. Yeah, there was the occasional sassy or silly banter you shared and adored, you loved his sense of humour, but you never dared hope that he might feel the same way towards you as you did for him. But now this thing, tonight, was a complete revelation. A bolt from the blue. You didn't think you had ever seen him so nervous confessing to you.

You have to say something, anything.

“Matty,” you breathe in a whispered tone, “we have to get the ledger and get out of here before someone finds us!”

Fuck. You feel so awful. This was completely the wrong moment for confessions and realisations that you might just be each other's lobster but you really had to hurry the fuck up and get gone.

Matt's shoulders slump slightly as he backs up, and you move to give him room to open the safe behind the secret door and retrieve the thing you came for in the first place.

“Alright, hide this in your purse and let's go.” is all he says.

The two of you casually walk out of the gala with no-one any wiser. Your arm is hooked around his and you pull him sharply into an alleyway once you're a couple of blocks away.

“Hey! What are you-” Matt starts, but you shh him.

“Matty, listen to me. I don't want Frank the security guard or the beautiful Elektra who works at the bar,”

Matt lifts his head, slightly confused as to where you're going with this. “Uh, okay…”

“because I'm glad you're jealous, I'm actually fucking ecstatic because when you flirt with other people I'm jealous too!”

“Oh.” he replies, "Oh..." the corner of his mouth tugging up into that familiar smile that always makes you melt inside.

“Matty, I have feelings for you too. I just never thought that in a million years you'd ever be interested in me that way!”

Matt can't help bursting out with laughter. “you'd think us working together for this long we'd be a lot better at communicating.“ he jokes.

“Yeah, just a bit.” you chuckle in response.

You're both standing so close together again, your fingers brushing the lapels of his coat, but you're not gonna let the moment get away this time.

“Can I-” Matt starts to say...

“Kiss me?” You finish for him. He immediately swoops forwards, his hands coming up to frame your face as soft lips press against your own, his thumbs stroking and caressing your cheek and jaw as you experience something that never thought would happen between you. Your own hands snake around his shoulders and neck as he kisses you deeper as your nails scratch at the shorter hair at his nape as you grab for him. The tip of his tongue teases along the line of your mouth, and you open to let him in, a soft moan escaping as he probes deeper, tongue dancing sensually with your own. You press up against him, the sculpted muscle that you had only ever seen from afar now right beneath your fingertips, Matt seemingly feeling the same excitement at being able to touch you as one hand holds you at your waist under your coat and the other comes up gently behind your head to pull you even closer. When you finally break for breath you're both grinning like idiots.

“Maybe we should get back to mine?” You suggest, panting ever so slightly, your eyes dilated and almost as black as the shadows in the alley around you. “We need to get this book somewhere safe, and uh, yeah, I think my place is pretty safe.”

Matt gently leans his forehead against yours, an exhalation leaving his nose in an amused puff of air. “Yeah, totally safe, that's uh… a really good plan.”

You can't wait. You want to get him back to your apartment and kiss him some more, and... maybe other things...

You can't help yourself, angling your head and kissing him again. He's such a fucking good kisser. It's starting to rain. You should really get a cab.

“We should get a cab.” Matt eventually says for you, still focussed on kissing along your jaw to the spot just below your ear and then making his way down your neck as your legs feel like they're about to give out from the bliss you're feeling.

“Mmhm!” is about all you manage before he's guiding you back towards the wet main street and hailing a taxi. Once you're in and it pulls away, you put your hand into your purse, rummaging around and then winding down the window to throw something out.

“Hey, what was that?” Matt asks as you roll the window up and lean into him in the back seat.

“Frank's number.” you reply.

“You sure you don't need that?” Matt checks.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure.” you smile.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x fem!reader #i want to take him home and kiss him silly

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Undoubtedly

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: Some fluff and angst ;) 💖💖💖 Also mentions of death :’)

Summary: After leaving Lockwood and Co, Y/N comes back for one last mission at his request. That doesn’t exactly work out the way she intended when he comes running to save her, like always.

A/N: Hi guys !! 💖💖💖 Part 2 is here !! :D 💖💖💖 I’m sorry it took longer than expected :’) 💖💖💖 Pls forgive me :’) 💖💖💖 I just started classes :’) 💖💖💖 Also I hope you like it !! 💖💖💖

P1: Anyone But You

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The door to the basement swung open with a shrill creak. He held a lantern to the steps going down, bending to his knees. She peered over his shoulder. They were worn with cracks and splinters covering their expanse, some even had bluish-black patches on them. Her nose wrinkled at the musty scent. She grimaced at the thought of going in there, but they do say it’s bad to linger at the doorway. Shrugging her shoulder, she made to move past him, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her back, "Careful, those steps look old".

She glared at him, wrenching herself from his grip, "I can walk up a flight of stairs myself".

"Plus I'm sure they're fine", she placed a foot cautiously on the plank. It squeaked under her weight, but held up. She gave him a pointed look, before putting her other foot down. It groaned awfully, and a crack began to form at the edge growing larger in seconds, and soon the whole piece was caving in on her. She yelped, grasping desperately around her, but shut her eyes feeling a pull at her waist.

She opened them, finding herself wrapped in his arms. He smirked at her, "You were saying ?".

A heat rose to her face, she turned away. He looked so smug, she hated when this happened. "I-", she was at a loss for words. Yet another moment to boost his ego, which was definitely unnecessary.

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"So, how have things been ?", he crossed his arms behind his back. They had wandered into something that they assumed was the old family room, though it’s carpet held a rather suspicious looking stain, that made her wonder otherwise.

She bit her lip, continuing to inspect the peeling, yellowed wallpaper, "It- It's good".

"Really ?", he raised a brow.

She frowned at his sarcastic tone, "I mean I haven't almost died in 3 months". Yes, she was safe but that also meant life had become mundane. Still, his tone made her grip on her rapier handle tighten.

"Yes, well-", he rubbed his brows.

She spun around, a fist clenched at her side, "What ?". Who was he to question her decision ? She had tried to explain it to him, but he never wanted to listen, so why would she do it now.

"Are you happy?", he sighed, bringing his hands to her face.

She found it hard to concentrate, mainly because he made it almost impossible to avoid his gaze. She swallowed painfully, "I- Yes, yes I- Of course". It’s not that she was unhappy, she was in an odd place, an in between of sorts. A part of her always longed to return to Portland Row, return to him, but it was not as simple as it was drawn out to be, or maybe it was. It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be the cause of his death.

"Yes, but-", his expression was so soft, like he was searching for something.She yearned to lean into his touch, to pull him closer and whisper apologies, promising to come back.

She pulled herself away from his touch, "No, don't go there, I told you why I had to leave". Her eyes burned with tears threatening to roll over, and her heart pounded so hard that it almost burst from her chest. She blinked them back, it would only make everything worse.

"And I told you its ridiculous", he sighed, running a hand down his face.

She scowled, "See this is exactly why I didn't want to come back".

“What do you mean ?”, he winced.

She took a step towards him, crossing her arms, practically glowering, "You're not listening to me".

"Because you never listened to me, you just left in the night", he moved closer to her, the vein in his neck pulsed. They were just centimetres apart, his dark eyes fixed on her. Why did he have to make it so hard to focus ? With his scent flooding her sense and that stupidly handsome face.

She glared back at him, "That was so hard for me to do".

"And it was hard for me too", he grimaced. The room was suddenly quiet, the echoes of their voices across the walls no longer audible. The disdain spread through her, draining all her energy, she was cold and her muscles ached. She chanced a glimpse at him, he looked just as awful as her. All she wanted to do was curl up into a ball, but she pressed her lips together and pushed past him into the hallway.

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"This room is clear", she held her rapier steady, tilting her head back to the open door that lead to the hallway. The room remained silent, not even an okay or a grunt of acknowledgement. They weren't exactly on talking terms but this was a bit much. She knew she had to apologise, but so did he, and this wasn't exactly helping the situation.

She groaned and made her way into the hallway, peering around, "Lockwood ? Hey ? Oh that's really mature".

There was a glow on the ground, just outside the door of one of the rooms. She bit her lip, "Lockwood ?". There was an edge to her voice, the malaise was already setting in, a hand ghosted the salt-bombs in her belt. Her eyes trained the inside of the room cautiously, as she stood by the rails of the banister. The sight made her bring a hand to her lips, the shape looked enough like him, but it couldn't be. It wasn't right. How had it happened ? No, no, no, she was careful this time.

She moved closer, just skirting the edge of the doorway. The figure shuddered and turned as the floor squeaked under her movement. Her throat went dry, it was him. He was still in his coat, with his hair messy, but it hung limply on his shoulders, his skin was pale, shiny with sweat and his dark eyes were hollow. As her eyes moved lower, she felt as though she had been stabbed through the heart. His white shirt was stained, a deep red patch spreading at his stomach. She thought they had stopped the bleeding, the wound had healed he told her.

He reached an arm to her, palms dripping the same crimson colour. Her vision began to blur as tears fell, making her lips taste salty. She rubbed at them carelessly, leaving streaks of eyeliner across her face. As he moved closer to her, the room began to crumble away. All she could see was him, and he was all she wanted to see. "Come here", he almost whispered, with his velvety voice. Who was she to deny him that ? He smiled, the fear flowed away from her shoulders, and she took her first step. Though she didn't get very far, before someone roughly grabbed her arm.

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"Why do you always have to be so stupid and reckless", she scowled, throwing her bags on the street haphazardly.

He shoved a finger at her chest, "I saved your life". She wondered how they had ended up here, but she very well knew. It was her fault, she could admit that. What infuriated her was that once again, she had let him risk his life for hers. It probably wasn't fair that she was yelling at him, he was the reason she wasn't cold and dead, but ironically enough she could live with that, as long as he was safe.

She smacked him across his chest, "And almost lost yours in the process". It was only then that she realised how close they were. She had to tilt her head up to glare at him properly. He remained silent, his dark eyes staring hers down, but she refused to relent. Still, it didn’t stop her breath for catching in her throat and she cursed herself for it.

"You are so persistent", he rolled his eyes, before connecting his lips to hers. His calloused hands, wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him. He held her roughly, backing her up till her back hit the ghost-lamp. The bright light only highlighted the sharp edges of his features, as he moved so fervently like he was gasping for air. The sudden heat from his skin against hers surprised her, but she soon melted into him, kissing back with the same desperation, threading her fingers through his silky hair. The taste of honey and toast on her tongue was addictive, she grew breathless, but couldn’t wrench herself away from him. She chased his lips for more, he gladly obliged.

Breaking the kiss, he tucked his head into her neck, placing soft kisses along her jaw. "So I take it this means you're coming back", he grinned.

She laughed, "Undoubtedly".

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Tags: @galactidiot

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[those-crybaby-tears]

OMG HIII im so excited for a creepypasta writer :3 may i please request you write for hoodie nd masky, reader also being a proxy!!!! it could be general hcs or whatevs, up to you!! if you dont want to do this req, its ok, if u want me to req smthn else u can always pm me

HIII and thank you so much! I hope I complied with your request (sorry if I didn't).

Characters included: Reader (as proxy), Slenderman (named sometimes as Boss), Masky and Hoodie + mention of other proxies.

Small Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of dizziness, actions of light bullying, mention of broken bones, deep cuts, bruises, killing and curse words. Proxies are not kind toward newbie at all :(

⚠️Writer's Notices⚠️: I think I expanded the request without intending to? I'm not sure about that. I just like to give a lot of informations about the characters, so I also put a very light backstory of the Reader. I hope this doesn't bother you and, of course, if you wish, you can skip everything and go to the part that interests you the most. I'm not judging. Please enjoy!

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝑂𝑂𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑋𝑌 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅

HOW DID YOU BECOME A PROXY?

You are probably in contact with kids/young adults who saw Slenderman;

Maybe a babysitter or a psychiatrist;

The fact is that you will never encounter proxies initially;

It is very important for Slenderman to decide for himself his servants;

Toby had once brought a girl into the mansion unbeknownst to Boss... Let's say she stayed for a short time;

Of course, Toby doesn't remember her anymore;

One day someone tells you about this strange, tall and thin man who appears in their dreams and in the woods;

However, one day you were normally on your way home when you started to feel dizzy;

And... surprise! Shortly afterwards you were in a dark office without any kind of light, forced to listen to a faceless man;

You don't remember much about how you get there but your attention, of course, is not centered on that small detail;

BUT WHY WERE YOU RECRUITED BY SLENDERMAN?

Most likely because you have a very good intellect and you reason efficiently;

The Big Boss really needs proxies like that;

Not an athletic person? DON'T WORRY! Slenderman already knows everything about you and what type of training you need, he already comes up with a training program just for you!

(Be grateful and don't try to run away, this tired old man ain't got no time to come and haunt you) :(

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

One surprise after another, apparently! (actually, you could easily imagine what is about to happen);

You are entrusted to some proxies who will take you under their "protective" wing;

These proxies are: Masky, Hoodie, and Toby!

But mainly Masky and Hoodie since they are the only ones who have actually done any training when they arrived at the mansion;

Toby isn't very present because he doesn't care much and would still struggle to have an initial relationship given his Antisocial Personality Disorder;

But don't worry! He'll get used to you soon!

HOW DO MASKY AND HOODIE BEHAVE TOWARDS YOU?

They are slightly heartless bitches :(

(they're actually "somehow" nice to you but not too much);

I mean they would help you with training but make fun of you whenever they can;

This mainly Masky;

Hoodie simply giggles meanly and nods;

DON'T LET THESE "INSTRUCTORS" OF YOURS FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE SENSITIVE OR THAT YOU CRY EASILY!

(This is honestly me);

I say this for your own good, really;

If Masky notices a sniffling or shining eyes from tears that would like to fall... you will find out what hell is;

You will no longer know what dignity is...

"Awwww, don't tell me our little newbie is going to cry, right?" it may be the phrase you'll hear the most;

Masky will basically yell it in the presence of ALL the residents of the mansion just to give you a reason to cry more;

"Come on Masky, can't you see that the frail little thing here is shaking? Give them some personal space."

Another reality revealed, but this time it's Hoodie's fault;

He probably won't yell it like Masky, but he'll still say it in a higher-than-average tone of voice;

BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY VERY BADASS?

If they notice that you are actually very neutral and don't care about their nasty comments, they will simply stop;

After all, it's no fun if there are no reactions;

Basically, they will just give you the advice you need to improve;

However, you may also have a short fuse!

Maybe you shouldn't point it out, you might unintentionally push yourself further, and since Masky also has a short fuse, you could start a fight with him;

If there's Hoodie nearby he'll stop Masky before killing you (but you'll have some deep cuts, bruises and, at worst, broken bones);

However, in the absence of Hoodie/other proxies, you will be killed without much scruples;

Butttt... consider yourself lucky because usually Hoodie and Masky are together all the time, either for tasks and because they have established a good relationship and don't spend much time with the other residents;

Above all they are good instructors;

They know when you've reached your limit and will stop you if they see you're going too far;

They will give you advice and plan a diet if they see that it is necessary;

It could have been worse, couldn't it?

WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE DURING TRAINING?

As said before, they would certainly help you a lot;

Both with advice and by encouraging you to keep going;

(they will become more and more familiar with this as time goes on);

However, I like to imagine that Hoodie does the exercises with you, both to keep fit and to be an example for you;

Masky observes the two of you, smoking his cigarettes;

In some cases he will join you;

(he made a bet on who does the most running laps with Hoodie);

"You know, Y/N, Masky has never been able to beat me in a running challenge", Hoodie usually makes fun of Masky;

"For fuck's sake, just shut up!" and Masky responds in a bad way;

While they may seem quite calm while training you, don't forget that they are professional assassins;

You don't really want to see them when they have to torture/kill someone;

But one day, for sure, you're going to see that because, ops!, from now on you are a proxy;

Good luck with that!

Okay, that's all about our two favorite proxies!

I really have to write headcanons about their backstories because I've honestly always wanted to do that.

I hope you enjoyed this!

♡

#slenderman #creepypasta headcanon #creepy pasta #masky #slender proxy #proxies #marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #hoodie and masky #hoodie #masky and hoody #Proxy Training #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader

[smartycvnt]

Good Girl*

Title: Good Girl

Pairing: Nikki Bella x Reader

Summary: Y/n shows Nikki that she's not as good as everyone thinks she is.

MINORS DNI, 18+, SMUT WARNING

Word Count: 1356

It was hard for Y/n to enjoy herself with Nikki's eyes constantly on her. They had hooked up over a month ago on accident during a girls' trip and hadn't spoken about it since. Y/n assumed that Nikki just wanted to brush it under the rug and forget about it. There was no point in them going through a whole big thing just for Y/n to be told she wasn't the right fit for Nikki.

There had to be some sort of reason for Nikki to be staring at Y/n the way she was. Nobody else knew what they did, but it wouldn't be long until they did if Nikki didn't stop. Y/n was terrified of being outed, especially since she doubted that she'd be accepted as readily as Nikki would have been. The locker room didn't respect her like they did their champion.

"You're awfully dodgy," Nikki commented as she slid up next to Y/n. Y/n looked all around the room, somewhat surprised that nobody was paying attention to them. Everybody was always watching Nikki.

"Should you be sitting here right now?" Y/n asked. Nikki smirked as she leaned towards Y/n. Y/n's heart was beating loudly in her chest as Nikki's lips pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Don't do that here!"

"Why so shy?" Nikki teased. She had a point. A month ago, Y/n had been all over Nikki right before they hooked up. She had even gone as far as to confess her very real feelings about Nikki. That had been a lot for Nikki to take in, but after some thought, she came to the conclusion that she felt the same way.

"Look, people don't like me like they like you. If they find out I'm a lesbian, they'll probably throw me out of the locker room by my hair," Y/n hissed. Nikki's brows furrowed as she pulled Y/n away from the bar. Nikki had intended to dance with Y/n originally, but now she felt like they had to go somewhere more private to talk.

"The politics at the head of the company aren't great, but that doesn't mean it trickles down. Everybody loves and accepts Rosa, just like they will for you. You shouldn't have to be scared to hide who you are," Nikki said. Y/n wanted to listen to her, but it was hard to come to terms with coming out. The last thing she wanted was for someone she assumed would be supportive to suddenly not be.

"It's easier for you to say than me to do," Y/n told her. Nikki sighed and dropped it.

"Well, will you at least come walk with me then?" Nikki asked. Y/n nodded and followed Nikki down the sidewalk. The hotel was by a park, one that both women had wanted to explore a bit earlier. It wasn't as easy to walk around in the dark, but they still enjoyed themselves. "I have been meaning to talk with you for a while, but Brie kind of psyched me out of it."

"Since when did you let Brie stop you from doing anything?" Y/n laughed. She had always known Nikki to be very independent, no matter what her sister said or did. That was how they had become friends in the first place. Nikki was the kind of influence that Y/n had needed in her life at the time.

"She had a very good point. Whenever I'm with someone, trouble usually follows close behind. There's always drama and bad breakups. I didn't want to do that to you," Nikki said. Y/n stared at her, obviously a bit confused. "It's not really fair to let her decide that for me though. If you still feel the same way about me that you did earlier, I'd love for us to give it a real shot."

"You want to date me?" Y/n needed clarification. She needed some sort of explanation to make it make sense.

"Of course I do," Nikki said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. Y/n felt like her head was spinning, but she was over the moon. "I think you'd be good for me. You're sweet, smart, caring, and I've never gone for the good girl before."

"Why does everybody insist on calling me that?" Y/n asked. Nikki's brows were knit in confusion. Y/n had always followed the rules, even whenever it didn't benefit her. It was why Nikki had such a hard time giving them a reason to be friends inside of the ring. Everybody would have been suspicious of Nikki's feelings if she suddenly started rushing to Y/n's defense whenever the woman's morals got the better of her.

"Because you're too much of a good girl for your own good. It's not a bad thing or anything, I think it's cute. That is just kind of the way it is," Nikki said. She hadn't been challenging Y/n at all, but Y/n still took it as a challenge.

"I am not a goody two shoes. Nobody here knows a thing about me, not even you really. I get up to some pretty crazy stuff behind closed doors," Y/n huffed. Nikki thought it was adorable, but she was curious about what Y/n meant, so she took the bait.

"Why don't you teach me then?" Nikki asked. Y/n tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed again. She had been playing up getting with Nikki again in her mind for so long. This wasn't exactly how it started, but Y/n knew that the end result would be the same. And so, she moved towards Nikki with a confidence that surprised both women. "Whoa, not here! You don't know who's watching."

"I don't mind a little performing, but if it makes you feel better, we can get out of here," Y/n told Nikki. Nikki huffed a little as she followed Y/n out of the park. It was a quick walk back to the hotel. Brie had already snuck over to Daniel's room for the night, so Nikki had free run of their space. "I guess it pays to be the champ."

"You have no idea," Nikki said as she took in the sight of Y/n sprawled out on her bed. It hadn't been easy for Nikki to come to terms with the fact that she wanted Y/n, but now that they were alone together in her hotel room, it was undeniable. Nikki wanted more from Y/n than what she had gotten from those random girls at parties in college. Nikki wanted to experience Y/n fully, even if it didn't mean she got a relationship out of it.

"Come closer, don't leave me here to entertain myself." Y/n's words kicked Nikki's body into gear. She moved over to the bed so quickly that it almost felt like teleportation. Nikki climbed onto Y/n's lap to straddle her, earning an appreciative hum from Y/n.

Nikki stared down at Y/n, wondering for a moment how they would ever be able to wrestle each other again. Nikki's brain would always be shot back to this moment where Y/n's hands undressed her and skillfully touched her body. She could practically feel herself wanting Y/n even more with each stroke of Y/n's fingers between her legs.

Beneath Nikki, Y/n's brain was going through the same spiral. She would be feeling Nikki's muscles contracting around her fingers for months. The moans of pleasure would be rattling around inside of Y/n's brain forever after this. Every fiber of her being told Y/n that this was a mistake, but all Y/n cared about was seeing Nikki ride her fingers to a climax. She needed it even more than Nikki did. Y/n felt like she'd always need more and more from Nikki, who didn't seem to mind at all as Y/n continued to press for more once they had initially finished.

#my writing #one shot #nikki bella x reader #nikki bella #wwe x reader #wwe

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

we need to bully minors out of adult fandoms

I... have thoughts on this. The primary one being, where on earth did this come from? I'm just a little guy. A little scrimblo. A funky, mentally ill little dude who wants to smooch some fictional characters and writes about it. Why... did you come to my inbox for this?

Second thought: I originally was just going to delete this and move on with my day, but sure, I'll bite. Mainly because I do post NSFW content and have "minors, stay away" disclaimers on those posts. It may be wise to make my views on this clear for anyone who comes to my blog.

My opinion in short can be summed up very quickly.

Don't bully people. Just. Don't. It costs nothing to simply not harass others.

That being said, I do agree minors don't belong in adult spaces.

My in-depth thoughts are below the cut for those who care what one random person on the internet thinks.

Overall, the internet has become a dangerous and unfiltered space for young minds. However, it is not on the strangers of the internet to enforce the safety of minors, but their parents. We can post disclaimers and warnings. We can say "Hey! This isn't good for you! Please stay away and protect your own safety!" But ultimately, it is not our job to pick up swords and cut down every child on Tumblr and Reddit because we don't want them there.

If you post adult content or simply don't want kids interacting with your stuff there's only so much you should do. Tag everything. Put a disclaimer and warning in your bio. Block any minor you find interacting with your content.

Do not harass them. Do not get angry with them. Do not bully them. Not only will they not listen, but you'll only make them spiteful of genuine-intended warnings.

I'm an aunt who has helped raise my nieces and nephews since they were born. A lot of times, they'll hear me talking with their eldest brother who is now an adult about things like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. They'll ask me why they can't watch it yet or why I don't like that their parents let them play horror games like FNAF and Poppy Playtime. Rather than telling them "Because you're too young" and cutting it off there, I explain it to them. I tell them why the content is harmful at their age. I've done the research to explain to them scientifically the damage it does to their developing brains. I explain to them that adult content isn't meant for them and if they wait until they're an adult, they'll actually enjoy it more because by then, it may be relatable.

We were all kids at one point who thought we knew better than everyone else. As adults, a lot of us still do. No one likes to be told no. No one responds well to aggressive behavior from those trying to prove why they're right.

You can explain. You can tag. You can set your own boundaries. But no good will ever come out of harassing anyone just to prove to them why you're right.

And with that, I'm off to write some depraved self-insert content with a silly TV man with the emotional integrity of a plastic fish. Cheers!

#cherri speaks

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons XXXIII (Path A)

Masterlist

Make sure to follow which path you’re reading and I hope it’s not too confusing. Each path (a and b) are separate storylines.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence, spanking, biting. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you

"Yes, honey."

Those words become your safeguard. To appease your keeper, to protect yourself. He doesn't ask, he tells, and you do. With a smile or the best you can summon.

A week passes of monotonous oppression. Despite the constant pique of nerves, there's a routine that quickly consumes you. Wake, eat, wash up, watch him go and lock the door, find a book or a show, or lay in bed, he comes back, you get up and pretend. Eat again, tidy, talk, rather listen to him talk, and wile away the time until the bed beckons to you once more.

The days mean nothing. The hours and minutes fading away to endless malaise. A grim acceptance of your prison. Your warden keeps you well, keeps you scared.

That night, he's quiet but not shy. As you cook, his hand wanders down your spine and around your hip, curious, creeping. You eat and his eyes cling to your lips. You've seen that look before, predatory and plotting. The knot ties tight in your chest. You know.

He kisses your cheek as you rinse the dishes. You listen to him retreat to the bedroom. Then futility lumps in your throat. You know what comes next, what he intends. In his mind, you've had enough time to move on. In yours, you're trapped on it, living with it, nesting in your soul, slowly eating away at it.

You let the tap run and slowly turn around. It's a dumb thought but knowing that won't stop you. You take a step, then another, then a third. Further, and further, you stop in the doorway as you try to hear, try to assure yourself it's possible.

Tiptoes down to the entryway. You look through the peephole and exhale through your nose. You bend to lift the boots from the mat, cautiously unhooking your jacket.

Another look back. The faucet covers the noise of your ploy. You turn and grip the oval knob, twisting back the lock a little at a time. Your hand falls to the door handle and you push down with your thumb.

You can be free but where will you go?

You inch the door open, almost enough to slip through before it slams shut, your hand slipping from the brass handle. You gasp and drop the boots and coat, spinning to face Bucky as his hand remains planted on the door.

"Sunshine," he enunciates darkly, "why?"

You gulp, the faucets off. With the adrenaline pumping in your ears, you didn't hear the change. You press yourself to the door and cower.

"I was only–"

"Don't lie to me," his hand slides down the wood and he grips the back of your neck, tearing you away from the door. He turns and marches you down the hall. You stumble as the pinch of his thick fingers sends ripples down your back, "I've been good to you, sunny, but you're not good to me."

"Please," you beg as you touch his thick arm, "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to–"

He drags you down the hall and flings you into the bedroom. You stagger and fall to your knees, the door slamming, closing you in with him.

"I swear, honey," you put your hands together, "I was just–"

"I don't want to hear it. I've been nice. All I ask of you is that you take care of yourself, that you stay here, safe. I come home everyday and you're pouting, miserable, after all I've given you."

He unbuckles his belt as he snarls, "get undressed, sunshine."

"What– no–"

"Now!" He barks as he frees the leather from the loops.

You wince as your eyes dampen. You turn your face down. You knew it was stupid but you tried it anyway.

You reach to pull the flowery shirt over your head, letting it fall weakly down your arms to the floor. You stand, unsteady, and unzip the back of the flowy skirt, dropping it to pool at your feet. Your bra unhooks too easily and slumps down your arms.

You shudder as you push your panties down your legs, trying to cover yourself as you stand straight. His gaze washes over you hotly.

You dare to meet his glare as his jaw grits. He has the belt folded in his grasp.

"Put your hands on the bed, sunshine," he points with the leather.

You stare at him, searching for an ounce of pity. Nothing. "Yes, honey…" the words wisp from you.

You obey and place your hands on the mattress. He sighs and comes close, pushing his foot between yours and kicking them apart. He pushes you lower until your elbows are on the bed.

You hold your breath as he steps to the left and rests the cold leather against your bare ass.

"Sunshine, this is what you earned."

He pulls back and the belt bites into your flesh. You cry out in surprise as he does it again, over and over, in a measured but mean rhythm. Tears spill out as the agony thrums through you.

Your legs shake and finally give out as you fall against the bed, throwing your hand up to shield yourself.

"Please, no more," you whimper, "I can't–"

He ignores you and tosses the belt aside. He pats the bed, a wordless demand. You tremble as your tender ass grazes your heels. You lift yourself back up, hands on the blanket as you brace yourself.

He spreads his hand across one side of your ass, his hot palm searing you as he kneads. He tuts and lowers himself to his knees as his hand brushes across your rear, thumb tracing the welts. His tickles down along your cunt and you squeak in surprise.

He prods at you firmly, rubbing your entrance teasingly before dipping down further, between your folds to press against your clit. You feel his scalding breath along your tortured skin and cry out as suddenly a sharp pinch adds to the burning torment.

He bites into you as he swirls his fingers around your bud. You quake at the battle of sensations, both pleasant and painful. He nips again, making a trail down your ass to your thighs. He lingers on the tenderness of your leg, sinking his teeth in and sucking until it throbs.

You slicken beneath his touch and he kisses wet spot left by his mouth, "you're mine… if you ever think of leaving, I want you to remember this…" he pauses to bite you again, a quick snapping nip, "every bruise, every mark, all mine."

He pokes his fingers up along your folds, pushing his thumb against your clit, rolling the sensitive bud. He prods at your entrance and hums, spreading your wetness up and down.

"Do you understand me, sunshine?" He asks in a gritty growl.

"Yes… honey," you sniffle.

"Can you be nice to me, sunshine? Like I've been nice to you?" He speaks with his lips pressed to your flesh, just along the curve of your ass.

"Yes, honey," you nod against the bed.

"Good," his hand reluctantly falls away from your, brushing down your thigh as he draws back, "show me you can be nice."

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #forbidden lessons #series #mcu #marvel #professor!loki #professor!bucky

[littlegodzilla]

One more chapter. Thanks for rebloging, reading and commenting.

I'm really glad you all like it!

Enjoy the chapter!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 12.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Slow burn. TWD violence. Death. Angst. Little drama. Hurt/Comfort.

Words: 3400.

Summary: the Governor attacks the prison, you all try to resist, Merle is dead and new people is coming to your home.

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Chapter 12. Come back home.

"No, no, I said get out."  You say when you see Daryl appear by the infirmary, where you've been hiding to try to calm down.

"Ain't gonna go anywhere."

"Of course not. Is this another one of your promises?" You ask acidly and he chews his lip.

"I know I shouldn't have left with Merle...I've gone back to doing the same thing I did a few years ago and..."

"I don't give a shit, Daryl, I'm not going to care about you, not anymore."

"Listen to me..."

"No, you listen to me." You cut him off again. "We're going to hang in here, because it's our place, because we've made it our home, but it's big enough that we don't need to address each other, so don't try." You make it clear to him. "Let alone having your brother here." Your voice shakes a little and you swallow trying to compose yourself. "I thought you were back to your old self... but you were right, that time when I came looking for you at your house... you've always been like that, haven't you? You've always been Merle Dixon's fucking shadow..." You shrug because he doesn't know how to respond to that, no doubt your words have hurt him more than he expected.

You throat clear and turn around to take a tally of what you still have, it's not much, in a little while you'll have to go out for new supplies.

"Sorry." He grunts again. "That's all I can say; Merle is my brother and I know he ain't the most desirable person in the world, but I changed, I'm sure he can too if given a chance." He doesn't wait for your response, he turns and walks away from the infirmary, leaving you alone.

Living together becomes complicated, Merle is still pulling a tight rope, only Daryl is calm having him there, Tyreese and Sasha have left with their group, worried about Rick's lucidity at these moments. Woodbury has gone after you guys, head on, with that huge truck full of infected, making it clear he wants you out of there, but Rick isn't going to leave that place at his mercy, he's going to fight for it and so are you.

"I'll talk to him, we'll meet, we'll put our proposals on the table and we'll see how it all works out..."

"He's not going to give up." Merle says. "He'll put on a good face and everything will look perfect, but he'll come back, and slaughter you all, they have more guns, more ammunition, you're no match."

"He won't have it so easy, if we're not going to leave here, we'll protect their walls." You say and hear how the man laughs.

"Yeah? And how do you intend to do that, beautiful?"

"You're both right, I'll go up there with some of you and the rest of you will stay here getting everything ready." Rick continues speaking.

"Well, in that case let's stick to the plan."

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"So you're my sister-in-law." You hear a voice behind you and you get goose bumps.

You turn slowly, behind you, leaning against the doorframe of the library, where you spend your free time consulting the medical books there, but now you're helping to pull out the tables there to reinforce the prison security, making little barricades to hide in for when the Governor and his people return.

"I'm nothing to you, Merle." You make it clear to him by shuffling the table.

"That's not true, if your sister is my brother's wife, then that makes us family." He keeps talking. "Oh no, wait, that your sister is dead...so you're my half sister-in-law?" There's acid in his voice again and you abruptly let go of the table.

"What do you want, Merle? I don't have time for you."

"Fine, I won't beat around the bush." He advances toward you, you fold your arms, defensively. "I remember you, you know, I may look like an idiot, but I'm not that much of one. You've always been after your sister and Daryl, like a little puppy looking for company, always there wanting their attention." He goes on. "Now you've got him back to yourself, don't you? It's just you now."

"What are you talking about?" you frown. "She was my sister and Daryl was my best friend, I didn't..."

"Don't play that card with me, precious, we both know you liked my brother too, that's why you were always after them."

"Of course I wasn't! I didn't feel that way about Daryl!"

"Come on, honey, you can tell me."

"I don't have anything to tell you! Daryl was my best friend, of course I loved him, but as a friend, but you corrupted him, rotted him from the inside because that's what Merle Dixon does, he destroys everything he touches!" 

"Get used to the idea that it's a Dixon curse." He replies to you without taking offense.

You don't want to listen to him anymore, you stop what you're doing and walk away leaving him alone. Merle smiles crookedly now having the way clear all he has to do is go find Michonne to continue with his plan.

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Daryl is nervous, he has had a confusing conversation with his brother, he is not sure if he is with them or if he will leave as soon as he has the opportunity, it has always been complicated for him to read his brother's intentions.

But he just can't find him anywhere.

"Fuck, Merle." He growls at nothing.

"Where's your brother?"

Daryl turns to look at you, you're carrying your bow with you, in fact you're also carrying your knife and gun, you look like you're going out somewhere, what surprises him the most is that you're talking to him, after the argument you'd had he thought you'd never do it again.

"Dunno, I was lookin' for him, but... I think he took off."

"Not just him... Michonne's gone too." You tell him and he becomes alert.

"Do ya think he took her to the Governor?"

"To save his ass? It's possible." You shrug and he snorts.

"I'm gonna look for him. Can ya cover for me? I don't wanna anyone following me."

"You keep picking him..."

"That's not the point. That asshole is capable of killing himself doing something crazy. I'm not just going after him, I'm also going after Michonne."

"Okay, then I'm coming with you. For Michonne."

Daryl doesn't insist, you've been the one who said you didn't want anything to do with him, that you've now decided to go with him is a step, he knows you're still angry but at least you're with him. He will accept whatever you offer him. You grab your weapons and leave the prison without attracting the attention of the rest of the group. Quickly Daryl sets about tracking Merle with no problems, they have taken a car near the prison, but the marks he leaves on the bed of dead leaves is obvious, even you could track him without any problems.

"What do you think Merle wants to do with Michonne?" You speak after walking more than half the way in silence.

"I thought ya didn't wanna hear from me anymore."

"Okay." You shrug as you continue walking.

"I think Merle is trying to lead Michonne to the Governor..." He shrugs as you do. "I think he's trying to prevent a prison massacre."

"Why, no one's asked him to."

"He knows no one is very fond of him in prison, he does what he thinks is right. If something happens to him, no one will care about him..." He mutters without stopping walking.

"You do..." You look sideways at him.

"He's my brother, but my whole life he's been coming and going from my life, you know that better than anyone." He snorts shaking his head. "Still I can't abandon him to his fate." He gives you a sidelong glance. "I'm sorry..."

"You're a good person, Daryl. That's why you do those things." You try to ignore the pull in your stomach. 

Your weak spot was that you could never stay mad at him for too long.

You hear footsteps nearby, you become alert and saw Michonne approaching towards your position, when she sees you she looks relieved and picks up her pace, you don't know each other too well but you can't help but give her a hug, glad she's okay.

"Where's Merle?" Daryl asks after seeing that she's okay.

"He's gone to see the Governor by himself." She mumbles. "He wanted to make a trade with me, like I had asked Rick to do, but he let go of me and went off by himself."

"Stupid lunatic." Daryl growls. "You take Michonne to the prison, I'm going to go get him."

"You're going by yourself? what if the Governor has captured him or worse?"

"I'll take care of that, you guys get to safety."

You stay silent, Michonne also seems hesitant to want to leave, but Daryl doesn't wait, he just starts walking holding his crossbow tightly against his chest. You two look at each other and start walking in the opposite direction.

"Why did he let you leave?" You want to know again.

"We were talking in the car, Daryl now has a new family, Merle is just a stone in the road, Daryl will move on, but he's stuck in his own emptiness..." she shrugs as she walks beside you.

"I guess he's trying to make things right for the first time..." You try to understand, she nods, but she doesn't look convinced either.

"Sacrificing yourself is not doing the right thing, Daryl will suffer for it."

Daryl will suffer for it.

Those words fall on you like a slab, they make you think about how long that man has been suffering, since you met, barely thirteen you, fifteen him, Dixon was happy and unhappy at the same time, you could see him when you were in the secret place, when he had your sister in his arms, smoking, just talking, you could also see him happy and calmer when he was talking to you, when the bond between the three of you was getting stronger, but then it was time to go back home, to separate until the next day and he would become silent again, his eyes would lose their sparkle and he would even tremble a little if you looked closely.

How much more did he deserve to suffer?

You stop then and look at the woman with the katana who looks confused, but immediately understands what you intend to do.

"Bring them back to the prison, back home, I'm sure we'll find a way to make it all right." She asks you and you nod before turning around and running off in search of Daryl.

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But you're late, as you approach the meeting place, where Rick had planned to deliver Michonne, you hear the gunshots and screams in the distance, you don't know what strategy he has followed, if he has prepared an ambush for them or he has entered there shooting left and right. 

It doesn't matter, the point is that he has driven the Governor's group out of there, but Merle doesn't leave. When you arrive, panting and sweating from the run, you see Daryl on the ground, succumbed by his own pain, not far from him, Merle's body. He had turned, not only had Governor not only killed him, he had let him turn so that you could find him, so that Daryl would have to kill him himself. It's twisted and cruel. Merle will never be your favorite person, but even for you that's too much. You set your bow better and approach him slowly. You touch his back to warn him that you are there, Daryl lifts his head and, once again, accepts your embrace, snuggles against your chest, hugging you, letting the burden of his pain be less heavy now. You cradle him gently and caress his back and hair with pampering letting him calm down little by little.

"The asshole came after them all by himself... I don't know what he intended, to kill the Governor or something, but we could have done it all together... come up with some plan..." He continues mumbling leaning against your chest.

"He just wanted to do the right thing, Daryl. In a suicidal and stupid way, but he wanted to do it... to have a second chance..."

"His second chance was in prison, with all of us."

In that you have doubts, after what he did to Glenn, to Maggie, to Michonne, to everyone in general, it seems, but you don't say it out loud, Daryl would do anything for his brother to be okay, he had already proved it to you, but now there was nothing left to do. You sigh and kiss the top of his head, Daryl moves into your embrace, lifting his head, your gazes meet and you watch each other in silence, neither of you say anything, you just sit there, staring at each other, immersed in the color of each other's eyes. Daryl swallows saliva and you brush your lips with the tip of your tongue. You feel his hands tremble at your waist and you sigh, resting your forehead against his.

"Let's go home." You tell him without raising your voice. "We're not done yet, the Governor can't take our house, we have to fight."

"Yes... let's go home."

On the way to the prison none of you say anything, silence is your ally, Daryl needs to recompose himself, after losing Merle he needs his own time to mourn, to say goodbye for good, to get used to the idea that this time, he won't come back, that it's not one of those times when he disappears and after a few months, he comes back. Not anymore.

For your part you feel your skin bristle, it bothers you, you don't know exactly what feeling it is that envelops you right now. It hurts you to see Daryl like this, you're still upset because he keeps making the wrong choices, to your way of thinking, but now you can't hold it against him, he's lost his brother, the last thing that tied him to his family aside from his own last name, he's the only Dixon alive, you want to give him his time to get back to his old self, but you feel a horrible 'I told you so' scratching at your throat. It's frustrating how easily he manages to get on your nerves, since you've met again, you're on constant alert to know where he is and how he's doing and you feel stupid for it. Daryl knows how to take care of himself, fuck, so much better than you, so much better than all of you and yet you feel entitled to berate him and get mad at him like he's a child. You have to stop doing that, it's not healthy and you know it.

When you arrive at the prison everyone is glad to see you again, the absence of the eldest Dixon is obvious, some give their condolences to Daryl, but he just shakes his head.

"What are we going to do?"

"What are we going to do? Fight." You say utterly convinced.

"We can't fight an entire town, we need to take everything we can and get out of here."

"We can't leave, this place is ours, we fought for it." Rick is on your side and that relieves you.

"Rick, I trusted you to save my daughters, but this is too much, I'm not going to put them in danger for this place." Hershel refuses.

"We will not lose our home, we have fought and lost much to have it. But we will act with our heads, we will come up with a plan to make it all work out."

You have no time to lose, you don't know how long it will take for the Governor to arrive with his people, with his soldiers. You quickly gather everything, finish setting up the barricades, prepare everything, leave the most open and easily accessible areas protected, gather food, weapons, all your things, take Judith away from all the action, you don't want to have to lament unnecessary losses because of a mistake.

It's all risky and you know you'll have to do a lot of cleaning up in there afterwards, but you're relieved to know that you're not leaving that place, that you're not running away.

"Are you okay?" you reach out to Daryl, touching his arm.

"Sure, I have to be..." He nods and looks at you. "I guess I should apologize to you again."

"No, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I had no right..." You sigh and rub your arms. "But I'm glad you're here again, despite everything and... I'm sorry, for Merle..."

"Nah, don't do that, it's not necessary." He shakes his body and taps you on the shoulder. "Come on, we need to finish up and leave before they start arriving."

You don't respond, the conversation ends there, each of you leaving through different doors to finish as soon as possible. 

You are outside the prison walls before the Governor shows up, he is carrying several truckloads of his people, they all look ready for anything, there are women and children too, he has taken with him every person capable of carrying a weapon, it shows how nervous and desperate he looks. You don't understand why, you are not a threat, if he had let Maggie and Glenn go without harming them, they would each go on with their lives as if nothing, but apparently he is not willing to have neighbors.

When they start to enter the perimeter you move towards them, your idea is to ambush them and also to find some unpleasant surprises inside the place that is already waiting for them. Your intention is not to turn everything into a massacre, besides they themselves will clean the whole area of infected, taking away your work.

Soon you begin to hear gunshots and screams inside, you place yourselves in the strategic areas that Rick has selected for each one, when you see people coming out you begin to shoot in a threatening way, you do not shoot anyone in particular, only those who turn to respond to your shots, but you are only threatening them to leave. The last to leave is the Governor.

The prison is still yours, you have managed to get them out of your home. You are happy and excited, but it doesn't mean it's all over. The children return along with Hershel and Beth. Rick still thinks you should go to Woodbury, make sure the Governor isn't out to hurt you again, the idea is to drive your cars after them to further intimidate them. Before you leave, you bring your stuff back inside the pavilion, fix the fence closest to the building plus you take out the bodies of the infected and some woodbury men who will no longer return home to make a pile in the garden and burn them, also to prevent more Walkers from arriving.

After that you get out of there, you don't go too far either, on the way to Woodbury you discover the cars and trucks on the road, abandoned. You stand on guard looking around you, there are Walkers and soldiers everywhere, not all of them have been bitten, others have been executed, friendly fire itself has taken them down.

"What happened here?" you ask and a scream escapes you, frightened, as a woman hits the glass of one of the trucks.

"Help me, please." You gasp as you open the door and she slowly steps out. "He went crazy, he started shooting at all of us..." She says, her voice breaking with tears.

"Where is he now?" she asks, Rick.

"I don't know... but the people of Woodbury are in danger..."

"Rick... we should go help them, we don't know what he would be capable of doing, he's resentful..."

"Yes, we will go there, we will help those who want to come with us..."

"Thank you very much..." Whispers the woman grateful for your help in spite of everything.

The prison is big enough for everyone.

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To be Continued...

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⁺ ＋.　₊✿ . I like you not | S.JH

pairing: bsf!jake x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, f2l | drabble

warning(s): non-idol!au, pet name (pretty, sweetheart), reader flirting, jake flirting, cheesy confessions, use of 'devil' as a metaphor, reader lowkey sulks, kiss on the cheek, not proofread, lowercase intended

summary: when you think you’ve fallen so hard for your best friend only to find out your best friend has fallen harder.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is extremely late but this is for @alohajun I hope you forgive me for not being around as much, but I'm still glad I managed to talk to you a few times before I ended up so busy :< this is my entry for the exchange event @kflixnet! it was fun talking about these things and I will for sure talk to you a little more in the future <3 I'm sorry this is short but I hope you like it nonetheless <3

you were a natural flirt, yes, but when it came to your best friend you struggled to find that 'natural' aspect and you're always wanting to one-up him. you found it easy to fluster someone just by a couple of words, an easy, "just as sweet as you" when asked how sweet you wanted your bubble tea, or a "you look really good today" paired with soft eyes and a gentle smile was enough to have people melting. where and who did you learn this from? jake sim. the mentioned best friend.

you can't out flirt him, it's just impossible at this point.

it shouldn't be something worth raking your head for, but you were competitive by nature. when hanging around with jake, you would observe his mannerisms, his supposedly called 'techniques' but it's just how he is. his raspy voice when he talks, the laughs that rumbles from his throat and the lip bites that makes it difficult for you to look away, all of this fuss when it's just a habit of his.

it's been a while since you last saw jake, and sometimes you thank that your families are just as close since that's how it all started. you have this on going joke but also a theory that your families have decided to grow closer as a way for you and jake to 'coincidentally' fall in love. however, that theory is slowly becoming a reality.

you don't want to admit it. nor will you. not yet anyway. you're just that stubborn.

speak of the devil, you see your best friend's plaid flannel outside your window approaching your front door. you run down to greet him. is it out of excitement? sure. was it because you wanted to try and fluster him today? yes, but he doesn't need to know that.

"jake!" you squeal. it's not too irregular compared to your usual greeting, he knows how eccentric you can be and he doesn't mind it at all.

"hey pretty, haven't seen you for a hot minute." the raspiness in his voice paired with his signature smirk never failed to have you folding internally. he greets you with a side hug, something he never does, but you let that pass your thoughts.

you make your way through the kitchen for him to greet your parents, respectful as he can be — that's why they love him so much, and the reason you've fallen for him a little more each time — before continuing to sit on the swing outside.

jake sits on the swing first, patting the cushioned space beside him while his feet are still on the ground to stop the swing from moving.

"so, update me. seeing anyone recently?" he stretches his arms, leaning it along the back of the swing once you're comfortably sitting crossed-legged.

"yeah, you." you wink at him without hesitating and you both burst out laughing.

"touché. but really, no one at all?"

"not really, no one compares if I'm being honest." if there's anyone you let your walls down around, it's jake. you don't know if he's ever assumed anything between the both of you, but it wouldn't hurt to push the agenda. "how about you? been thinking about anyone?"

it was momentarily silent, listening to the birds chirping from the trees around your garden and the faint laughter between both of your parents catching up in the kitchen.

"yeah, actually." he lets out a puff of breath through his nose as a small giggle to himself. you scan his face, attentive to the his top teeth biting on his lower lip, this time it's more him suppressing a the smile fighting against him. "all the time."

"well, I'm glad they make you happy. if you're happy then I'm happy too." you attempt to nonchalantly speak your mind, but not to sound passive aggressive in the slightest.

jake hums from your response, eyes still wandering around the garden. he exaggerates a stretch until his arm wraps around your waist, pulling a gasp out of you. he leans in and whispers by your ear.

"good, because you genuinely make so happy that no one compares." his voice lingers whilst you receive chills, unbeknownst whether it's from the slight wind or that minor rasp in his voice.

"jake? wait, for real?" you turn to him and place your hand over his — still on your waist.

"yn, that's something I won't joke about. I know we were playing around in the beginning but I honestly think I've fallen too hard to go back." you giggle at his confession, as he hides his face in your neck, his chuckles vibrating against you.

he wasn't one to confess straight up. thinking about it now, you have never heard him talk about ever confessing to anyone, he finds it embarrassing solely because he doesn't know how to do it without sounding cheesy.

"so you had no idea that you're literally the person that I like?"

"no... I just thought you were flirting around because that stubborn little head of yours just doesn't like the thought of me being better than you." he leans back and laughs at your raised brow at him.

you scoff at his retort, knowing full well that it's true, but you choose to abide by it. a spontaneous idea pushes itself to the front of your head, a playful smirk crawling on your lips.

"is that so, jakey?" you lean in and imitate his previous actions as your way of flustering him. the close proximity has you steadying your breath once you realise the pounding in your ears.

"don't think you can one-up me this time, sweetheart." he replies followed by his hand cupping your jaw and placing a peck on your cheek.

you were not expecting that, but neither did he. he just wanted to play it by ear, and it played out better than expected. while you've been trying so hard to plot your flirting game, he's been figuring out how to confess to you, even prepared to sing a song for you since you've mentioned time and time again just how bad you would fold if someone sang to you. anyhow, he figured being himself and catching you off-guard was the best way, and truthfully, it was.

"j-jake, I-" still stunned, you had no idea what to say. was there even anything to say?

"baby steps, we'll take it slow because I know this is new for the both of us. but I like you a lot, yn." jake pulls out a lollipop from his pocket and places it into your open palm resting on your lap. "I remembered your favourite flavour too."

"I knew I made the right decision to fall for you." you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder.

"who said it was a bad decision to fall for me?!" he took it to heart, even found it slightly offensive to think someone may have made you reconsider your decisions.

"no one, jakey. no one at all. you're mine now." you feel him ease into your soothing voice, and his arm wraps around you again as the realisation hits. he is yours.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

EVERY WEEK I WILL POST VARIOUS REVIEWS I’VE WRITTEN SO FAR IN 2024. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY GOODREADS FOR MORE UP-TO-DATE REVIEWS HERE.

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51. The Clue in the Diary by Carolyn Keene--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Four stars because I've been waiting to get to this one in the series. We finally meet Nancy's series boyfriend here and he is a very keen guy. So swell. LOL. To be honest, knowing that he becomes her series boyfriend made it all the more obvious because of his behaviour. While he wasn't the first guy to catch Nancy's eye, he's the one that was the most persistent.

The mystery in this was pretty good--it made me feel like I was watching a mystery show. I think it might be one of the more layered mysteries so far in the series. And I don't mean that in that it has multiple mysteries, but in the sense that it felt like it had more heart than some of the other books in the series (so far).

Anyway, this was the last audiobook at the library of this classic series, so I don't know if I'll be reading beyond this, but maybe one day I will.

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52. The Winter King by C.L. Wilson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

I came across THE WINTER KING on Tik Tok and I remember thinking, "This sounds like a book full of tropes I'm going to love." I was correct.

Wilson has created a beautiful and fantastical slow burn of a romance where the spice and sexual tension may be immediate, but the romantic part of the story is a slower burn. And the best part is that while these two are coming together and pulling apart, there is an actual fantasy storyline happening at the same time. There was always something happening and it was all being told in dual POV, which I'm very grateful for.

I'm a sucker for a FMC who has always been underestimated and treated less than she deserves, only for her to prove everyone wrong and for things to finally go her way. This book was full of those moments and they were like catnip for me. The brooding hero making her feel like she isn't wanted, when he in fact is too scared to get close to her because he wants her? Yes please, melt me.

Also, the side characters were great! Especially a younger one that comes into the story later on. Everything just came together so beautifully and ugh, I'm so glad I finally read this.

I highly recommend this for anyone who wants a slowburn, but sexy fantasy novel that also has a pretty great storyline.

By the way, I went to bed very late last night because I kept adding ten more minutes to my audiobook timer. I couldn't stop listening!!

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53. The Language of Seabirds by Will Taylor--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THE LANGUAGE OF SEABIRDS, right from the beginning, has this beautiful and nostalgic air to it. Over the span of a few days, we get to see the MC learn more about himself, what it means to speak up, and the power that words and actions can have. It also shows how infallible even parents can be when they are somewhat just as lost as we feel.

Dealing with divorce, a father who is acting differently than normal (given the circumstances and his one too many drinks), and that in between chaos of deciding what life will look like post-divorce, our MC's summer isn't off to the best start. When he sees a mysterious and cute boy running on the beach past his temporary summer home, it sets of a chain of events.

Their adventures (and misadventures) over those two weeks gave me the greatest sense of nostalgia for those summer nights that can only truly be experienced while being a kid. The ending took me out, emotionally, and had me teary eyed in bed at 330 in the morning.

Also, I want to say that this book is 100% a middle grade book because the characters are only 12, but this is probably one of the most beautifully written middle grade books I've read. It felt very literary and almost older than the intended audience--not because of content, it was all very age-appropriate--but because of that feeling it made me feel of summers lost, and the way the story is written and presented. I think this is a great book for people of all ages to read, especially those who want to reminisce on their first loves, especially those who couldn't pursue said first loves because sometimes there can be truly negative consequences, or simply the fear of acknowledging that love.

The author also included an author's note about what he wanted to invoke in this book and truly, he fully did his work. What a gorgeous and under-appreciated book.

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54. How to Bite Your Neighbor & Win A Wager by D.N. Bryn--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'll be honest: I never knew this book existed until I came across it on Libby. It looked fun (from the cover alone) and listen, who doesn't like a vampire romance now and then? I will say, though, that while this cover is very indicative of the emotion between these two characters during this act, this book was surprisingly...not what I was anticipating?

I thought this book would be spicier and just MORE. By the end of the book, I felt both relieved and a little let-down. Relieved because I was counting down the minutes until the audiobook ended and a little let-down because, like I said, I wanted more. I wanted the climax of the story to give me more. I wanted the romance to feel more...passionate? I don't know. It all felt a little too easy? And at times, I totally forgot these characters were adults. I thought that this could have easily been a YA novel, the main difference is that these characters are old enough to work office jobs.

I did like the diversity (both racially and body-type). I also really liked the one MC's best friend, she was great and I loved that she kept that MC levelheaded.

I enjoyed how they fell in love. It reminded me of past novels I've read where one MC shouts out that they love one of the characters, which gives me that "Aw" feeling. But I'm still a little salty that this was a vampire romance and it wasn't very sexy.

Anyway, if you like contemporary fantasy novels with vampires and close door romances, I think you'll enjoy this one. Was it silly at some points? Sure. But well, it wasn't the worst vampire book I've read!

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55. Hideaway by Nora Roberts--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Another day, another Nora Roberts book I've thoroughly enjoyed. I'm beginning to see the somewhat formula behind some of these books and I'm not going to lie, for the moment, I'm really enjoying said formula.

One of the beautiful things about HIDEAWAY is the familial love and how thoroughly this MC is loved. And even though I had to suspend my disbelief in the beginning (how is a ten year old capable of so much???), I was hooked.

Roberts has such an addicting way of writing. Her books are so much more than the fluffy romances people have always classified them as. Yes, there's romance in this, but it's also a thriller with some people who would heavily benefit from serious therapy.

It was also interesting seeing such a wealthy family have such a warm core.

Will definitely be picking up another Roberts novel!

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56. You & Me by Tal Bauer--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

⬆️⬆️ Real footage of me after I finished reading YOU & ME after only sleeping for two hours because I couldn't put the book down.

Listen, I'm an avid reader. There are some books I love and then there are some books that make me say, "I don't care about sleep, give me all the pages." YOU & ME was one of the latter books for me. I wanted to know what would come next, I wanted to know if these cinnamon rolls would get their shit together, and I especially wanted to see the father/son relationship be healed.

This book has hype behind it and it is completely worth it.

This is like one of those rare books that you immediately know will both linger with you long after it's done, and will be something you're going to re-read in the future.

I loved their love, I loved their relationships, and I loved seeing the unravelling of the mess that we are introduced to in the beginning. This is a story about love, hope, friendship, and heart. I loved it so much.

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57. Barbarian's Prize by Ruby Dixon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was excited for this one because LOOK AT THAT GORGEOUS COVER! While it's not my favourite book in the series, I found it did hold some pretty important themes.

The FMC is dealing with some serious trauma after being r@ped various times when she was captured at the beginning of the series. I think that's one thing that's easy to bypass in the past few books--the trauma these women went through after being capture is sometimes swept aside in order to get some sexy times. But I liked that Dixon let her FMC heal herself before she gave her heart to her mate. I'd call this book more a sobering moment in this spicy series.

I liked the MMC because he knew what the FMC needed and how to respectfully approach her. Maybe the bar is set in hell, but I thought it was sweet that he wasn't as pushy as all of the other male aliens around them. God, that's such a weird sentence to write. LOL.

Anyway, onto the next one!

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58. Mindy Kim, Class President by Lyla Lee & Dung Ho--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think that books like this one are such important reads for the little readers in our lives. Not only does it teach the reader more about a culture (key words and phrases and snacks), but it also teaches them the importance of kindness, bravery, and how to approach scary moments in life.

Mindy faces her class's presidential elections in this one and while the teacher comments on the importance of voting and using that right we all have, we also watch Mindy overcome her fear of public speaking and how it's okay to be an adult with fears (her father), or my favourite, how it's okay for adults to have stuffed animals.

I love seeing Mindy grow in each book and I will never get over how adorable she is! I think this is a great and under-appreciated series.

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59. Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

INDIAN HORSE is an emotional punch of a book. I think it's definitely one of those books that will haunt the reader for a very long time after the very last page. It was beautifully written, but it was also written with the phantom blood of those poor children who suffered, died, and were permanently scarred by residential schools.

Triggering is one of the first words that comes to mind when I now think of this book, but it's also so incredibly important.

This is the perfect of example of using and excelling at something to run and try to escape from the monsters in the dark, but that not even something you once loved can be a permanent escape. Monsters always find a way to find us in the end.

God, this was a beautiful and heartbreaking book--made even more so knowing that while this is a fictional story, the events are not wholly confined to this book. The horrors these children suffered will forever haunt our society. The cowardice and monstrosity of using religion to dehumanize people is something worth burning in hell for.

So, though it is triggering and traumatizing, INDIAN HORSE is a must read, since sometimes it is the most jarring books that have the greatest impact.

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Have you read any of these books? What are your thoughts?

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Happy reading!

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[fishech]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕: 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏

◈𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞◈

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

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{𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕}:

It would take quite the effort to covertly move around without alerting anyone, or else people would become wary, I only want to put in effort when the time is right **

(since it's a request from little bunny I have no choice, right?)

The chapel located deep within the castle, is rarely used except for special events, it is a perfect place for bad guys to gather, and a place where you can be alone.

As I sat in the front of the chapel, the door opened discreetly.

Gilbert: "Fufu, you really came."

The sound of the rabbit's shoes echoes in the sacred space, I could feel the tension in the air with each step she took.

(You are scared, but you still want to be alone with me)

it seems that the little rabbit is aware that this is a dangerous, I feel relieved. Eventually, the little rabbit got to the front and sat next to me, leaving enough distance for one person between us

Gilbert: "What is in the basket?"

Emma: "I thought that if we were going to talk, we might as well drink, and also to thank you for yesterday.”

(I was the one who started this whole thing in the first place.)

(You’re not so stupid that you don’t understand that, right little rabbit?)

The little rabbit takes the bottle of rose wine, and two glasses from the basket, pouring the wine into them. If this were Obsidian it would almost certainly have been poisoned. 

I do not intend to be so tactless as to dampen the genuine goodwill though.

Gilbert: "You think drinking alcohol might make me talk more?"

Emma: “……..”

Gilbert: "you really want to listen to my problems?"

Emma: "It would be a lie to say I am not interested...Oh of course I am not going to tell anyone.”

Gilbert: "It’s only natural right? if you go tell people I don’t know what I might do to you.”

(But I am in trouble)

It is not that I don’t have any problems, It is that if they are known by someone, they would have to be killed.

(It’s not very artistic to start with the main problem out of the blue, but it is also difficult to find a safe problem)

thinking while sipping on the rose wine

(Oh, that's right... there is one problem I have that I don’t have to kill you over)

Gilbert: "Miss. Rabbit ... Will you listen to any problem?"

Emma: "...yes"

Gilbert: "Then, how can I get you to like me?"

Emma: “......”

Gilbert: "Fufu, what’s with that face? You’re the one who said you’d listen to my problems aren’t you? I'm still seriously worried about this"

Emma: "Then....why do you want me to like you?"

Gilbert: "I mean who doesn’t want to be liked?"

Perhaps it was so simple because it was persuasive and the rabbit fell silent, considering the silence it is a sign of serious consideration.

Emma: "I can’t like someone that I don’t know well"

Gilbert: "Im still disclosing information to you though"

Emma: “The important parts are always left in mystery, I can only see part of it and I cant grasp the actual situation...so i have no choice but to dislike you”

(Sharp)

The Rabbit has a good understanding of how an Obsidian Prince should be

Gilbert: “That can’t be helped, I don’t want to have to kill you”

(If the actual problems are known...)

Emma: “I think that’s the way it is though” **

Gilbert: "hmm, it must be hard to be liked " **

(Although i’m not easily liked)

(... It seems like the rabbits guard has dropped and we are done with the chit chat.)

Gilbert: "Miss.Rabbit. let me pour you a drink"

Emma: "No, that’s"

Gilbert: "Don't you learn?"

Emma: "..I have"

The rabbit understood that there was only two choices, "willingly get it poured" or "forced to pour". Fearfully, she holds out her cup

I picked up a bottle of rose liquor and poured it slowly

(come to think of it, this is the first time I have ever poured someone a drink)

The little rabbit thanked me silently, and sips the wine from her glass, watching the wine go down her throat, I start to speak

Gilbert: "Actually ...I do have another problem"

Emma: "What is it?"

Gilbert: "The whole thing is bothering me right now."

Emma: “......?”

Gilbert: "you do not understand?"

Gilbert: "You drank the drink that was poured to you by the big bad villain, are you feeling okay?"

Emma: "No way...!"

Blood is drawn from the rabbit's face, though she is naïve like a child, she seems to have grasped the situation

Gilbert: "Your carelessness is whats been bugging me lately, you shouldn’t be alone with someone you know is dangerous..as your friend i am worried about you"

Emma: "that doesn’t mean I should get poisoned"

Gilbert: "If it was poison, you would be dead, right?"

Emma: “…..”

Gilbert: "hmmm, well I didn’t" **

There was a chance to poison the wine, but I didn’t, even though I didn't, she should have understood what I wanted to say.

Emma: "... I don't think it's a good idea to say that" 

Gilbert: "Ah, were you worried?" **

Emma: ".......it’s bad" **

Gilbert: "I won't hurt you, I want you to like me."

Standing up and sitting back down next to the rabbit

I shortened the distance so that our shoulders touched each other, her delicate body became blatantly tense

(Within this distance it’s easy to kill the rabbit, this entire time the rabbit has died twice already)

Gilbert: "I'm worried that you will get hurt, even if i’m the root of all evil i don’t want anyone else to hurt you"

Gilbert: “Your world has already changed so much, if you don’t try and fight it, you will die” **

Emma: "... Mr.Gilbert wanted to say that." **

Gilbert: "Fufu, did you like me a little better now?"

Emma: "...No"

Gilbert: "That's tough"

(I am concerned about the rabbit's safety)

Emma: "This is another mirage Gilberts words aren’t a lie but they aren’t the full truth, I have a feeling that there are other reasons that you are concerned about my safety besides just being worried.”

Gilbert: “mm…”

(As expected, "belle" is different)

It seems that she has the talent to see inside peoples hearts

Emma: “If you were really concerned for me, you would have told me. It doesn’t add up because Mr.Gilbert and sweeter and more gentle than anyone else..” **

Gilbert: "Fufu ... you are digging too deep." **

the eye for the truth of ones heart should be focused only on the princes of rhodolite, instead it is being turned onto the princes of other countries

she didn't seem to know how dangerous it was

Gilbert: "But it is true that i like you, i like you so much that I worry for your safety. It makes sense, right?”

Emma: "no....there is a difference in my version on “like” and your version of “like””

(....I meant it as a warning to not dig any further, I don’t think I got through) **

Emma: "Gilbert’s version of like is similar to my version of dislike”

Gilbert: "...Why do you think so?"

Emma: "I have an idea, when I put words to all of Gilberts actions up until now, it would make more sense for you to say you “dislike” something instead of “like”.”

Emma: “you want to expose me to the cold world, to isolate me in court, and show me all kinds of ill intent”

Emma: "...No matter how much you might protect me"

Gilbert: "Aha! You can see through that too?”

(i’m Really, worried about you)

(Maybe you don’t mean to offend, but to expose someones inner self)

(it’s very very scary) **

I reach out my hand to the little rabbit who has entered my forbidden territory, while unprotected. Without any warning, i force her into laying on the couch and the cup falls to the floor noisily

Emma: “what the...."

(This is the third time)

I place my hand on her neck and squeeze lightly. The rabbit died three times today

Gilbert: "I like little bunny, I like you very much so don’t dig too much into me”

Gilbert: "As I have said I have a lot of secrets that would kill you if you ever found them out. I wont like it if you get in too deep, you understand don’t you?”

Emma: “.....”

Even after threatening her, she looks at me with eyes that doesn’t think I will kill her

Emma: "...I’m not strong enough to listen to Gilberts problems, someday I sincerely hope that Gilbert will meet someone he could not kill even if he wanted to”

(...I wonder why she says it like it’s someone else’s problem)

The rabbits and my definitions are different, but i still “like” her

Gilbert: "don’t be so sad, I still have high expectations of you, you know.”

Emma: "Expectations?"

I released my hand away from her neck and pull her up, I clasped her small hand in my cold one, slowly feeling the warmth of her hand

(I have many reasons for wanting to be friends with you, but this is one of them)

Today after talking alone with you I realized once again I “like” you, even if it is an emotion you might call “dislike”

(I want to experience it at least once in my life, to love someone like a human being.)

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #translation

[tarotmundomonde]

Name : Simran

Sun sign : Taurus ♉

Moon sign : Leo ♌

Venus sign : Gemini ♊

I choose : 3- Them about you.

Context about this person:

His initials : E C

Sun sign : Aquarius ♒

I'm 19 (f) and he's 22 (m). We met on an app (not a dating app) and initially our convo was just casual but later it escalated and we started sexting. This was my first time being on any such app/sexting. I've shared some pics (not exactly nudes) with him but nothing beyond that. He got cheated on in a relationship by someone he thought was the one for him, and I've seen how his views about relationships have somewhere been affected even if subtly. He's single but sexts other girls too He's shared few things with me, where he works, his fam but nothing deep which is understandable. I've known him for 7 ish months now and it was fine earlier but from the last 3 or so months I've realised how much I like him (I don't wanna say love but I won't deny there's an urge to say that.) We've not had any 'serious' convo but I've expressed my liking towards him and that I have a crush on him. He lives in a different country and I don't even know if we'll ever meet? But we're both adults and it's not impossible either. I've asked him if he would date me to which he says yes but I think that's not cus he likes me but as a 'why not I'm attracted to you so I can give it a shot' kinda. I recently started talking to another guy (same country but different places, we plan on meeting if things work out. The guy likes me but I've told him how I'm not ready for anything yet although I won't deny I do have a crush on him.) and told EC about him, to which he said "congratulations" and I could see him being distant with me but I couldn't handle it. There's some jealousy but idk if it's coming from a place cus he likes me or cus ofc we're sexting partners and friends so..? I wonder what's on his mind.

I'd say I like him and if there's a possibility for us, I'll wait even though I realise it's stupid cus it's all online and I understand the problems with it but some guidance would help me get over this situation.

Tbf the only reason why I want this reading is because it will help me bring some conclusion to the situation that I constantly think about. I understand that tarot reading is not the ultimatum but I'd still be grateful for the guidance. I'd like to know where this situation might lead me in the future because this is the second time I've felt so much for a person and I really wonder if it's worth putting that much energy into it? Last time I did it, I lost hopes for love to a certain extent.

Gif for us :

I can imagine us being like this. Me sharing about my life with him and him comforting me cus I'm his friend and he cares for me. He'd be so close to me but not close enough.

Gif for you :

Although I'm new here, I get the vibe of you being mature, kind but straightforward. The blog itself is very chill and I like it. Someone I'd definitely listen to and ask for advices from. Wouldn't let them be dependent on you but still guide them.

Hello Simran, let's dive into your reading, shall we?

First of all, what comes to his feelings for you, he isn't trying to push you away. He feels like letting you have your way. In general his heart space isn't much open, but with you he has lowered his defences. However, he is not fighting for this connection. He feels like things are changing and he doesn't know what you two will become.

He sees you as an opportunity. He does find you to have some good qualities in you. He knows you are offering him a door to open. But the connection in itself doesn't seem to mean much to him. He only sees it as two people having a small talk. Just chatting. And he doesn't intend to do anything. He just will be who he is and just be there and people know, where to find him, if they are interested. But he does want to be wanted! He just doesn't feel like giving anything nor wants to make changes. On top of that, he wants to keep you a secret! He wants you two to be an online thing. If you have someone else, he doesn't want them to know about him. Also, the cards are saying he likes to "watch", as in he likes his eyes to be entertained 👀🫠

Action-wise, it seems he is connecting with multiple people. He wants people to compete over him, to fight for him and for his attention. The strongest shall be the winner. There is a sense of free will, like he is saying it's your choice, if you choose him, if you want him, if you get involved. He is saying he is not responsible for anything. Also, he really takes pleasure in everyone trying so hard to have him. It makes him feel ever so powerful. He likes it, how everyone catches feelings for him, how everyone wants to have a new beginning in love with him. He loves to see, what each of the females can come up with it: tactics, communication, etc. He enjoys the competition, how everyone is trying so hard to be chosen by him and how everyone wants to get through to him. And in his eyes, you are one of the females, one of the participants in this love competition.

ps. feedback is always appreciated.

#tarot #tarot reading #daily tarot #divination

[rioreeve]

For each of the following items, indicate whether you think it's morally okay or not.

An army lieutenant neglects to file a report on a civilian killing done by his troops because he knows it was an accident. not okay

Tina promises her dying mother that she'll visit her grave once a month. After the mother has passed away, Tina finds it hard to squeeze in the time, and her visits drop to about once a year. okay (as long as it's not just a shitty excuse)

A man orders a custom-built sex doll designed to look just like his neighbor. not okay

Sarah's dog has four puppies. She can only find a home for two of them, so she kills the other two with a stone to the head. not okay

A doctor has been preforming consensual yet illegal procedures one someone in hopes of finding a cure for his ill sister. okay to some degree

A neglectful husband pushes his wife to an affair. When the affair ends, the wife's partner nearly kills her and her unborn daughter. The husband kills the affair partner. not okay

September has run out of food and is facing death by starvation. She begins to cannibalize her family's loyal staff. They do not fight back. not okay

A mother gives birth to identical twins. One follows their ambitions and the other becomes a shut in. The family make it clear which child they prefer. not okay

Natalie is so focused on survival she fires a shot without thinking. She did not intend to kill her elderly neighbor, but she hides the body regardless. She denies knowing what happened to the now missing resident. not okay

A woman is facing a lifetime of medical issues. She continues to put her family and those around her in emotional and medical debt. She lives a hollow life and continues leaching off of those who support her. not okay

Please provide a response to each of the following prompts. Leaving a prompt blank will also be considered a response, and you will be assessed for refusal to answer.

In the event of a life or death situation, would you put yourself or others first?

Depends on who they are. I'm not sacrificing myself for someone I resent.

How far would you be willing to go to ensure your own survival throughout this ordeal?

As far as necessary, as long as I won't become someone I'd hate to look at in the mirror. Or die.

Is there anyone in the building you have developed strong attachments to?

No, not right now, but difficult times usually make a difference.

Do you think it is possible to survive infection through alternative means such as removing the infected limb? Would you be willing to undergo this procedure to ensure your own survival?

What I think doesn't mean shit. As long as there's no proof cutting a limb off can help I'm not doing it and what good it'd do if I lost a whole arm or leg. I'm focused on survival, that's all I need right now.

Will following the general consensus lead to improved odds of survival, or would you have a better chance following an assigned leader?

I only follow my own rules and listen to others if they make sense. This situation is different from anything we've been through, on so many levels, so how do we know who to trust, or who'd be a good leader? We should only rely on ourselves and common sense, and take care of others.

What is the appropriate response to the following situation?

Your daughter falls ill and needs a specific, uncommon kind of antibiotic that will be hard to find; without the full course, the pathogen will survive, regroup, and kill her anyway. You are scavenging a pharmacy, where you find another group, and manage to not shoot each other. You ask them about the antibiotic, and they have it, but they also need the antibiotic, for the wife of someone in their group. You cannot share the antibiotic because it would just kill both people, and they have the antibiotic in their pack. This is likely the only complete dose set you will find, as the other stores have been picked totally clean and there are no friendly groups in the area. I don't have children, but I'd probably do everything to keep them alive. So would the husband. We'd fight and, as a result, even more people would die, which is the opposite of what we need right now. Sure, let them fight and the stronger team wins, but what's the point...? On the other hand, I'm not sure if I'd keep that logic as a parent, probably not. Have you read or seen On the Beach?

#hc:zach #event:exodus #bnyevent

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i know imagining animatics/fanvids set to songs is a time-tested fandom tradition, and i vaguely remember that you talked about having playlists dedicated to characters, so i wanted to ask: do you have any songs in particular that inspires you to translate it into a different medium? (not necessarily for fic purposes)

like for example i recently listened to gravity by john mayer (the lyrics is so stucky-coded, which you know, ouch) and i'm vividly imagining making a stopmotion thing with paperdolls that have movable joints flat on the table, a snowy sky as the background, the bucky doll falling in slow motion (as the background streaks red) while we see the form of a chair slowly becoming visible at the bottom of the screen... and then it switches to a parallel scene where the steve doll's falling with the pieces of the triskelion floating in midair. then as he crashes into the river we see the bottom of it is the waterlogged version of the room he wakes up in the future, and as he lands on the bed it freezes him ❄ the frost spreads and spreads, until it reaches the other doll being held in its own cold prison, serving as a tomb where he slumbers ❄

...wish i knew how to outline things properly and break tasks down into manageable chunks lol, but it is very fun to think about making art! (but actually following thru ambitious projects is 😭)

I think you'll enjoy this post

Also, this post

I 👏🏻 LOVE 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 QUESTION 👏🏻

As far as imagining fics based on songs, you can very much see that I do that to some degree with the amount of fics I have that use song lyrics as titles, lol. But when that happens, it's not so much about hearing a song and then coming up with a fic concept based on the song, usually, I have the fic written, then a song comes on shuffle and I go Oh! Oh, This Is The Exact Vibe! This Song Has To Be The Title Now!

Your idea for the John Mayer song sounds beautiful and haunting, by the way! It perfectly fits that song! It would be truly, truly breathtaking. Just the idea in my imagination is breathtaking.

I have a vivid imagination, so usually when songs remind me of stucky and inspire me, I imagine fan edit type videos in my head. I don't know how to edit, though, and I have too many things going on to teach myself right now, so... they'll stay in my mind.

This got longer than I intended, lol

"What Was I Made For?" by Billie Eilish

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday, I might

Someday, I might

When did it end? All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend

It's not what he's made for

What was I made for?

That song vividly, vividly shows me Steve--Steve before he encounters the Winter Soldier and really begins to make a life for himself in the 21st century. Aimlessly wandering around Brookyln. Staring out into space. Frowning. Wringing his hands. Trying to figure out how he feels and who he is now that he's woken again to a new world. There isn't a war. There aren't any people he knows. What does he do? Who is he?

I mean...

"In Over My Head" by Grandson

When I was nine, I'd make believe

The good guy always caught the thief

The room went dark and I couldn't sleep

I was in over my head

At 15, I would look around

And all my friends had it figured out

They all thought it, but they never said out loud

I was in over my head

Oh, I feel this vertigo

Sick of being an optimist

I'm trying, I'm trying

But I'm in over my head

I'm in over my head

...

I thought I'd make change happen overnight

I was 20, thought I had a good hold on life

Didn't know it at the time, I was not alright

I was in over my head

Now I'm pretty sure at 26

That it isn't gonna be some little fix

The game wasn't rigged by accident

I'm in over my head

This is another Steve song. I hear this song and I see an edit showing us Steve from the playground, squaring up with bullies twice his size, Steve as a teenager, getting in trouble with Sarah, giving her gray hairs, Steve as a young adult, getting in fights in alleys, enlisting illegally, Steve in the military, standing up to his superiors, then Steve post-serum, post-war, entangled in his Captain America suit--watching the news after a mission, wading through the scene of a protest, frowning at his phone, opened to angry discussions on social media... he doesn't know what to do. He feels paralyzed.

(Also, "Left Behind" by Grandson also gives me MAJOR Steve vibes. He's stubborn. He cares so deeply about topics. All of that. I see Steve getting angry in that song, I see Steve crying with that song. <3)

"Black Vultures" by Halestorm

Black vultures circling the sky

Feels like the end of the world

But it's only the beginning of it all

Forget the things that you've heard

Been a survivor since I began to crawl

I'm falling down but I'm not out

The devils at my door

I don't give in, I don't give up

I won't ever let it break me

I'm on fire, I'm a fighter

I'll forever be the last one standing

Black vultures circling the sky

Pick at the pieces

Scavengers wait for me to die

But I'm not defeated

I'm on the edge of the war

I'm holding on and hanging by a thread

I am the eye of the storm

And you haven't seen the last of me just yet

This feeds my brain the idea of Bucky lying on his back on the ground, in the middle of fucking nowhere, a meadow that's muted and dulled. The sky is overcast. There are vultures and ravens flying overhead, circling, but also perched in trees at the outside of the meadow. He's exhausted. Worn thing. Greasy. Gritty. Bloody. He gets up, turning over to crawl, and eventually finds the strength to walk. To stagger. It cuts to black. And then there's a montage of destruction in the most beautiful way as he tears through HYDRA bases. Ending them.

"Devil In Me" by Halsey

I don't wanna wake it up

I don't wanna wake it up

I don't wanna wake it up

The devil in me

Gotta wake up, gotta wake up

Gotta wake up, gotta wake up

Gotta wake up, come back to life

This is simple. At least, it feels that way to me, lol. It's purely Bucky. I see Bucky screaming, sweating, hair amess, after having a bad night, coming too close to horrifying memories through dreams, and trashing their [Steve's and his] bedroom. Thrusting the nightstand onto its side. Cracking the lamp. Ripping the sheets. Needing to do something. Squeezing his fists.

Finally, finally sinking down in the corner of the room to sob. Hands to his head, trembling. He sits there for who knows how long before Steve comes in and holds him. He tells him it's okay again and again and again. It is. They can replace everything. Sometimes you just need to get it out.

"Guilty (For Your Love)" by YONKA

You tripped on love, you got cut, you were bleeding

I carried you through the night, an emergency

I want to inhale your disease

I would do anything for you, I am guilty

I get goosebumps when you're near me

You're just like the movies

I am guilty for your love

...

I had monsters in my bedroom 'til you came along

You scared them off and kissed my head

Told me that they've all gone

You taught me how to stand up to my demons, that's real love

You been messed around so much, you forgot how to trust

Had the wool pulled over your eyes, but I ripped it off

I'm the pill you needed when you thought that you were all done

This is one million percent stucky in my head. I see so much with this song. I see them in war times, I see Steve getting up in a commanding officers face, throwing his own queerness in their face when the officer comes to deliver Bucky his blue slip. Yelling. Eyes lit with a challenge. They won't discharge Captain America. They couldn't. I see Bucky throwing himself in front of Steve. Blocking him from fire, from bullets, from danger and absolute death with his body. I see Steve taking the stand in Bucky's defense against the United Nations Court. They will only convict Bucky if it's over his dead body. I see Steve and Bucky lying in bed, sheets tangled, Steve's fingers tracing Bucky's jaw, his sharp cheekbones... yeah.

"Are You Really Okay?" by Sleep Token

Are you really okay?

You woke me up one night

Dripping crimson on the carpet

I saw it in your eyes

Cutting deeper than the scars could run

And don't you know

I can see it in you even now

And don't you know

I want to help you but I don't know how

And are you really okay? Yeah, yeah

Are you really okay?

And I, I cannot fix your wounds this time

But I, I don't believe you when you tell me you are fine

Please don't hurt yourself again

Just please don't hurt yourself again, oh

This song, depending on the mood I'm in when it comes on, flips back and forth between coming from Bucky's point of view, about Steve, or Steve's point of view about Bucky.

It's mostly the same either way, I see Bucky or Steve filling the role of the narrator in the song--waking up to see their partner bleeding, shaking, incoherent, and hurting. They're dazed. So hurt that they have a thousand yard stare and can't totally focus. The rest of the night is spent on the balcony of their apartment. Smoking a cigarette despite supposedly having quit, sharing it between them silently. When they slide back into bed at dawn, they're wrapped up so entirely in each other.

I hope you enjoyed my rambles, lol

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I am not stealing anything. I have removed/ changed everything I've been asked to remove. I voiced my opinion. This post by @stealyourblorbos is unwarranted, nasty, and untrue. If y'all would give me a chance, then maybe this can be worked out without hard feelings and people being blocked.

Come sit next to me, kitkat. Let me love on you. Gonna say some things that you might not like all the way, but I see that you're angry and hopefully I can help you see where I'm at.

Listen. Jules is a good friend of mine and I trust her. With my life. Every interaction I've had with her has been genuine and while I don't know everything about her life, I know enough that having her work stolen can be not only demoralizing, but damaging to her profits. She is a working artist. And while, yes, she does post stuff very generously online for free, those posts can bring her commissions and work. So to have someone pass them off as their own can be severely heartbreaking and damaging.

I didn't see the posts in question, so I have to imagine what the situation was. I truly believe that you didn't mean to pass the work off as your own. You may have just seen something beautiful and posted it because you're curating your blog. But if you don't credit the artist or reblog from the original source, that is basically you claiming yourself as the OG poster, and that is a kind of theft. It's better if you post a link to the artist. But it's best if you reblog from the original post itself. That's how the artist intended the work to be shown and it also directs people back to their blog so they can gain interest and therefore work.

You already know all of this and I'm sorry if this comes off as condescending. I don't want to condescend. At all. I asked you to sit by me for a reason.

If you noticed, I did NOT block you. In fact, the post led me to follow you. Because as much as I trust Jules, I also love her a hell of a lot and I know myself enough to know that emotions can do things to judgment. I wanted to make sure I wasn't just blocking you blindly out of my love for her. I always want to give people the benefit of the doubt and see their side of things before I bring out the pitchfork.

So I took a look at your page. Did I see anything that was stolen and passed off as your own? No. Did I see a few pieces of reposted artwork that wasn't credited? I did. Hmm. So there's some improvement that could happen there. But. I appreciate that you have done your best to remedy the situation. I'm glad you ultimately respected the wishes of the artist to remove a piece when it was asked you do so. Thank you.

Now then, let's get to my actions. Did I reblog Jules' post? You bet I did. She was hurt, she's my friend, and she's a fellow creator. As a creator myself I would feel horrible if someone reposted my work without crediting me. I felt that hurt in my soul. And whether you apologized or took down the posts, that hurt remains and distrust will linger. Righting a wrong does not instantly warrant forgiveness. That must be earned.

If you did something to hurt and you're sorry for it, then you'll do what you can to show that you truly appreciate the art that you put on your blog. In this case, you could do your best to credit and support the artists whose art you love. Follow a few of them and get to know them. Tell your followers who they are and why you love their art. Become a friend to artists.

However, if you believe you weren't in the wrong, that others are overreacting, then I stand by my reblog of Jules' post. You'll notice my tags were something along the line of "don't do this." And I mean that. This is a cautionary tale for others. "Please, fandom friends, don't treat creators this way. It hurts, and we'll get angry about it."

So know that while I listen to my friend--someone who has been nothing but good to me and deserves my support--I'm also listening to you. I hear you. I am 100% giving you a chance. I don't want to block you, because in this fandom we've all been through enough mistaken conduct and finger-pointing and really, all we all wanna do is love a really nice man and the work he does. I know that's what Jules wants, it's what I want, and taking the time to peek at your blog, now I think that's probably what you want too.

But just to be sure, I'll give you a follow and get to understand you better. While I must support my friend's feelings, I hope in time I can come to trust that your intentions are well-meaning.

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