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Lol this was a journey of a comment and I love it

The Bargain 7

Masterlist

Warnings: financial stress and abuse, coercion, noncon, and some possible unmentioned triggers.

Character: Nick Fowler

Summary: You realise you don’t know Nick anymore.

Note: I'm still on a short hiatus for my novel but might drop tiny tidbits here and there between.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

You pull the straps over your shoulders, the satin sheet cool around your figure. The frigid night ekes in through the window as you move through the dark. Your ears are pricked for the measured breaths keeping tempo. He’s asleep. You’re not free, but you can catch your breath.

You think of closing the window before you go. It nips deep into your flesh but he’ll be fine in the heaps of down and fabric on the bed. You ease open the door and edge down the hallway, careful not to do more than scuff the floor with your bare soles.

You take the stairs one at a time, careful not to creak on your descent. You go into the den, nightie swishing around your legs as your impatience boils over. You unclasp the glass doors framed in walnut and take out the bottle of Shiraz. You take it to the window bench and nestle up to watch the night gales stir the autumn leaves.

You wiggle free the cork, left loose by your last indulgence. You take a swig and sigh at the relief of the bitter flow across your tongue. You used to hate the flavour of wine, now you live for it. Those few minutes a night you can wash away the day.

You’ll have to replace the bottle. Again. Eventually he’ll figure you out. He’ll notice the label or the charge on his statement. You don’t really care, it’s just wine.

The billowing winds offer a soothing backdrop for your inebriation. You finish the bottle to your surprise. You want more. Anger brims in your drunken veins at the realisation that even this stolen delight is bound in his control.

You get up, the room jittering in your vision. Oops. You’re drunker than you thought. You hadn’t eaten enough at dinner. 

You teeter through to the kitchen and fill the bottle with tap water. You go back to the den and find the cork, forcing it back into the neck. You pause and stare at the shape of the bottle in your hand and belch. You’re pathetic.

You close your eyes and pout. How did it end up like this? You’re not supposed to be here. Not with Nick. Not like this. He’s your friend, now your keeper. It’s supposed to be different.

The vision of you walking down the aisle, white petals raining down in what can only be a fantasy, a man in a tux waiting for you at the end. Your eyes wet as you see Curtis watching you with a glimmer. Your heart pulses as you resist the urge to rush into his arms. Then you see Nick, across from him, watching with snakish spite.

The bottle slips from your hand and shatters at your feet. You gasp and look down, shaken from what could have been. What should have been.

You spin and look around at the ghostly darkness swathed over the space. You hate this. You hate it all. Each step you take is off kilter and reckless. You grab the low table before the artificial fire set into the wall and push it on its side with a deafening boom. You clatter the arm chair onto the floor, then that ridiculous chess table her never even touches.

Your rampage cannot be stopped even as you’re aware of the ruin, of what this will get you. You don’t care anymore. No matter what you do, it will always be torture.

You swing open the liquor cabinet and pull down a bottle, dropping it onto the hardwood. It smashes and the contents splash up your skirt and leg. Another and another. The sour scent brews around you with each crash.

Then the light flicks on and gives sight to your destruction. You stop with a bottle of scotch clutched in your fist. You wobble as you turn to face Nick, watching with sleep consternation. He grips the door frame and grits his teeth.

“Sweetheart…” his eyes scan the room with disappointment.

You don’t think, you just hurl the bottle at him. He side steps as it hits the wall just beside him, a shower of glass and scotch smattering down. He stares at the brown stain on the wall then slowly turns to you.

You waver as he stays silent. Marching towards you calmly even as his eyes blaze. You gulp as you look back at him, senseless. He brings his hands up to frame your face.

“Sweetheart,” he bows to look down, “what’ve you done to your feet?”

You let your head drop and look at your feet. Little cuts bleed along the side of your soles and red prints stain the wood beneath. You shrug and let out a sob. You know he’s angry, you just don’t know what he’ll do next.

[theimaginesyouneveraskedfor]

Hi! Didn’t you have an imagine/one-shot titled “An Arrangement”? Or am I thinking of another blog?? I can’t find it anymore and I loved it :(

I search it and it was the first thing to come up?

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Thanks so much! 💕

Very important ❓️: is multicharacter accepted in your challenge?

YES 😍 tbh pretty much anything is accepted because I am incredibly chilled and love your writing 🫡

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Dumb question, are you on Instagram??

privately but i don't share it here

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Hey, I hope you are doing good. You deleted all of your works in ao3, which worried me a bit so I hope you are okay...

I didn't delete my works. They are available to registered users only at the moment.

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I think he showed himself because he’s done waiting... no need to hide when he knows he has the advantage on all front.

Watching, Waiting... 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, violence, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: There’s a man watching you.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: Hello lovelies. Would love a little extra love with this one as I’m working on the third and final part still.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Delilah minds the counter as you go through the bin of new arrivals. You sit on the short square stool as she rings out customers and steeps fragrant herbs at request. You rest the price cards on your leg as you write out the flavour and price per ounce in neat print. The task is mindless and calming amid the afternoon rush.

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Yes, I ordered it from Etsy. I got one for my sister at Christmas then the shop gave me a coupon for another purchase.

Finally got myself a nice bookmark

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She’s about six or so still. He left around the five monthish point. Harlan and Dottie are still around, just sleeping in hehehe.

Unexpected 28

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

How many times have you been awoken by this man? You resist the urge to elbow Lloyd as he jostles you again. He lets out a weak whimper in his struggle. You keep your eyes shut and your back to him as the bed shifts.

Afficher davantage

[theimaginesyouneveraskedfor]

You chose the perfect picture of Seb. I really need summer to show up soon ahah.

La Vie en Rose

My submission for @the-slumberparty​​ moodboard challenge.  Who doesn’t want a France trip with Carter Baizen? And he looks just as amazing in pastels as he looks without them.

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Time (D)rift 3

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, blood, violence, animal death, and possible other triggers. Warnings may not be explicit or exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own. (Apocalypse AU)

Sister series to Edge of Time

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: It’s my first day off. I just need to run out and grab a few things and get my switch back! Then I’m gonna melt into a puddle and do nothing!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The wind teeters you as you come upon the clearing. You feel as if you’ve been walking in circles. In each direction, endless white. White on white on white. A shuddering swirl wraps around you and you plant the shovel, leaning heavily as you take a burning breath.

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He only there for one pussy, k?

Won’t Give Up

Prequel to Stress Relief, Right Through Me, Waiting, and Honey I’m Home

Warnings: nothing too concerning, intimidation, dark intensions.

Summary: We go back to the beginning.

Even though it’s a drabble, I do appreciate any comments and feedback you have. Thanks for reading!

👗👗👗

Your phone vibes. The third time from that number. You sigh and flip up the lock screen as you step onto the platform and look up at the sign for your ETA. Your Tinder date wants a reply and you don’t want to give it to him. Not then, you’re too tired from work.

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Hahaha i found the softest thor i had

I could use some Thor cuddles. For once, I don't feel attacked. Lol

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Hi ! I can't find your fic 'Syster' on ao3 ! Is that normal ?

I took it down two years ago. Sorry.

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Hey. Hope you're doing well. Did you get a chance to watch Spiderhead? Steve Abnesti was a wonderful character in it. I think you'd really do justice writing with him.

Not yet. I have to build up to it bc I hate Miles Teller lolll

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⚠️⚠️ TW: domestic abuse⚠️⚠️

Hi guys. So I've been absent for a little bit because there has been a family emergency and we have been dealing with. I don't want to go into too much detail but basically me, my mom and brother got out of an abusive household. Our abuser was arrested and we are now dealing with the aftermath. We are okay besides from the trauma that all of this has caused but we are getting help. Earlier in the year I had a donation post but I wanted to make another one. Our abuser was our main source of money and now it is only me and my mom's ex husband who is helping us, so please please send money if you can. If not please reblog.

C*sh*pp: $HeatherH309

V*nmo: hayduh

Tagging mutuals, but this isn't me trying to ask for money from you, I'm just asking for reblogs please. Thank you.

@honeystevie @geniedetails @thebookbakery @navybrat817 @syntheticavenger @hoppers-babygirl @drabblewithfrannybarnes @donutloverxo @blades-and-heartbreak @maroonsunrise83 @historygeekfics @peachyteabuck @megthemewlingquim @littlemissthistle

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Stranger at the Door Masterlist

Summary: You’re nineteen and life is standing still, that is until your mother meets her dream man, then everything changes. (Loki x reader)

Status: In Progress

1: Parental Discretion is Advised

2: Study of the Human Psyche

3: Put a Smile On

4: A Kindness You Can’t Afford

5: Maybe I Was Just a Girl… Interrupted

6: Like a Stone

7: And the Meek Shall Inherit

8: Better Keep Your Head Down

9: Lost in the In-Between

10: The Clock Tolls

11: Truth Doesn’t Make A Noise

12: Land of Confusion

13: What’s Lost Cannot Be Found

14:  Though I know I’ve done no wrong, I feel guilt

15: Life in Monochrome

16: My Name is Might-have-been

17: Screaming With No Sound

18: Feel It In the Air

19: Hope is A Dangerous Thing

20: Acts of Resilience

21: Last Ditch

22: Ending 1 (Loki) Like mother, like daughter

23: Ending 2 (Thor) Swept Away

24: Ending 3 (Reader) Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose

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Do you ever consider therapy, anon, because you send stupid shit?

Do you ever think ur only popular bcoz you’ve got friends who everyone luvs?

I guess we’ll never know since they’re all stuck with me now