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itsthestutterforme · 23 days

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Terrible Liar (Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: You were sparing with a coworker when he got a little rough, leaving you with a bruised cheek. You avoided Reacher for as long as you could but it didn’t last very long.

Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, protective Reacher, soft!Reacher, and a little sub!Reacher 👀, sexual themes (riding, p in v penetration), MINORS DNI

Prompt credit @writing-with-emy : “Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“He’s wound up tight again. This is our second missed bust and he’s starting to get a little angsty.” Neagley explains to you over the phone.

“He’ll catch on if we keep doing this, Neagley.” You tell her.

“Or maybe he already knows and doesn’t mind seeing your pretty face.” She jests and you grimace, staring at your reflection through the glass in your cubicle

“What just happened?” She asks. “What are you talking about, Corporal?” You fire back.

“You just made a face,” “And the how did you- I’m not going to ask. I was sparring with Tiago the other day and his elbow clipped my cheek.”

“Shit,”

“Yeah,” you said with a sigh. You’re not proud of it, but you’ve been avoiding Reacher for this very reason.

It doesn’t matter if you said it was an accident or not. If it was a man who did it, he would hold him responsible. Everything was black and white with him.

Your relationship with Reacher teeters between friends and.. something else.

Neither of you or him decided to put a label on it. But two things are known to everyone with eyes.

You don’t mess with the special investigators.

And if you touch Y/N, you’ll end up with a broken jaw.

“Well if anyone can keep him relaxed, it’s you.” “Come on, please.” She adds when you hesitate and you let out a groan of frustration.

“Fine,”

No one could miss the way Reacher’s shoulders relaxed when he walked back to his desk to find you sitting in his chair sipping on your milkshake.

Neagley and David found it particularly fascinating to see the hard, mountain of a man turn to mush at the mere sight of you.

“Isn’t it my favorite mountain man,” you tease, sliding the to go box from his favorite soul joint across the desk.

You place a brown bag on top of the to go container and a smile threatens to spread on Reacher’s face.

“Are those..?” He starts.

“Of course,” you take another sip of your milkshake and he digs into the bag, popping a hush puppy in his mouth with a satisfied hum.

“Is this to distract me from the fact that you’ve been avoiding me?” He starts, reaching back into the bag.

“I have not been avoiding you, Reacher.” “No?” “No,”

He stares at you for a moment and when you realize what he was doing, you set your milkshake down. Standing from the chair, you crossed your arms as you neared him.

Neagley and David watch the entire interaction like it’s their favorite sitcom. Which it is.

“You’re not trying to intimidating me like I’m one of your soldiers, are you Reacher?”

“Not at all,” he examines your features, his gaze falling to your bruising cheek that you covered with make up this morning.

“Please tell me you’re a better liar than this when you’re on missions,” you retort.

“I’m a better liar than you. That’s for sure.” “Do you really want to talk about who’s better?”

He reached back into the bag but you snatched the hush puppy out of his hands and took a bite out of it. He was shocked but not entirely surprised at the betrayal.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that the reason why you’re avoiding me has something to do with the make up on your face. Am I right?”

You finished the hush puppy and reached for your milkshake. “It’s just a scratch,” he finally pried out of you.

“From?” “Sparring with a friend,”

As amazing as the food smelled, it was long forgotten at his point. “Which friend?”

“Reacher,” “Answer the question,” he crosses his arms. “It was an accident,”

“No, the person was irresponsible when they weren’t practicing self control. It’s sparring, not boxing.” He seethes.

“He didn’t mean to. He apologized.”

His face hardens when you mention a him, although he suspected it was a man.

“I don’t care. I bet it was his idea, wasn’t it? To spar with you.” “Yes, but-” “Because he found you attractive and wanted an excuse to touch you,” he said matter of factly.

You were about to object but then you pondered about the past interactions you’ve had with Tiago.

You guess you could say that he’s been testing the waters with lingering touches and you subtly created distance between you.

You didn’t see Tiago as anything else besides a coworker honestly.

“You think so?”

“One hundred percent. In their eyes, you’re attractive and single so you’re considered free game.” He clarifies, clenching his jaw.

“That would be their mistake, wouldn’t it?” You state, causing him to look at you. He didn’t miss how your eyes drifted to his lips before returning to his eyes.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He groans, his grip tightening on your hips as you bounced on his cock. His body twitched when you clenched around him hard.

Throwing your head back when the tip of his cock thrums over a gspot deep inside of you. His hands slide from your hips and wraps his arms around your chest to hold you in place when he drills into you from below.

You bounced quicker on him and a breath gets caught in his throat when he cums into the condom.

Your legs started to tremble when you slow your movements and rest your hands on his thick chest as you both tried to control your breathing.

Leaning up, he cupped the back of your head and pressed a messy kiss on your lips.

You lift your hips a bit and he slides out of you, not breaking the kiss just yet. He finally pulls away from you and takes off the condom before tossing it in your trash can in the bathroom.

“Well that was..” “Long overdue?” You finish and he chuckled before adding, “Definitely over due,”

You rolled on your back when you felt a cold air blowing from the vents. You snuggled deeper into the sheets but goosebumps still littered your skin.

“Cold already?” He states when he comes back into the bedroom to see you shivering under the covers.

“Don’t patronize me, mountain man.” You retort and he shakes his head at your antics.

He slides under the covers and wraps an arm over your frame to effortlessly pull you into his side.

You sigh when he rubs his warm hands over your smooth, bronze skin all the way to your ass.

“You’re really good at that you know,” “Mm, I know.” You smiled, relishing the moment his eyes rolled back when you first sank onto him.

“You’re really pretty when you do it too,” he brushes his nose against yours against yours.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Reacher.” You say against his lips, not wanting to kiss him just yet.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll gladly finish it.” He kisses you slow and passionately, his tongue smoothing over yours.

He cups your cheeks and you wince when his thumb grazes over the sensitive skin on your cheek.

“Sorry,” he apologizes when he pulls away from your face.

“It’s okay,” “No it’s not. Tell me who did this to you.”

“I’ll find out either way, Y/N.” He adds when you hesitate. “I’ll only tell you if you let me handle it first.”

“Fine,” “It was Tiago,” “That fucking prick,” he says lowly, gripping your thigh harshly.

“Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face?” He attempts to negotiate. “Yes,” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“Reacher,” you scold.

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tinybrooms · 2 months

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The Beggining - Thomas Hewitt x Fem Reader

Thomas Hewitt (TCM: Beggining) and Female Reader

NOTE: This is my first one shot and it's pretty long, hope you like it, comments and feed back is always welcome.

Summary: Y/N has been the only friend Thomas has had his entire life and he will give his life to protect her when she needs it and after all, they're meant to be.

Warnings: Reader being abused, family being killed, hard lenguage, kill references, slasher content and fluff.

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Everything was packed and ready to move to Austin, the town had fallen into a decline that there was no possibility of continuing to subsist in the place where you were born and that meant leaving everything behind to start a new life, your mama, a single woman in charge of 3 girls did everything possible to put food on the table, first working as a packer in the old meat factory and then helping Luda Mae at the small gas station, but money was little and they couldn't support two households with the few cents that the drivers left every time they filled up with gas and everything even worse when the pumps ran dry.

You were the oldest of those 3 girls, little Jo Anne was 5 years old while Ella had just turned 11 and was beginning to be a young lady, taking you as an example to combine her clothes and comb her hair as golden as the sun in a cute way.

One day before moving to Austin you decided to make your favorite dessert, some small bonbons filled with cherry jelly, your favorite fruit and you plated them in a nice container to take to the Hewitts' house, you wanted to say goodbye to them for being your second family but Above all, you wanted to say goodbye to Tommy, your best friend for as long as you can remember.

The road to the Hewitt's farm was short but the hot summer sun and the warm afternoon wind made you feel that it had taken you a little longer to reach the residence in the middle of a dry cornfield, your footsteps sounded as they stepped on the leaves and a greeting In the distance made you look towards an old tractor that made more noise than it seemed to move.

-Hello there little one, what'ya doing here? -Old Monty came down, wiping his hands on his pants, approaching you while he adjusted his glasses.

-Hello uncle Monty - you smiled watching him approach, greeting him with your hand - I came to say goodbye before we went to Austin, I brought my favorite dessert for you to eat tonight during dinner

-So you are leaving after all? Little Tommy still doesn't understand that you're leaving, he's been a little out of his mind these days - the old man sighed, putting his hands on his waist, closing his eyes a little for the strong evening sun

-I see…can I go inside? I would like to say goodbye - you looked at him letting out a little air feeling a blow in your chest, you knew that maybe you would never see your best friend again and the man just nodded making a gesture with his hand inviting you to go to the house while he returned to the old tractor

Your steps were slow, nervous and sad until you reached the entrance of the place and opened the screen door that made a peculiar squeak when opened, You left the plate on the kitchen table and wiped your hands on your skirt of your dress walking up the stairs slowly heading to the side of the hallway where you knew Tommy's bedroom was located.

The door was open a little and you could see his big back as he sewed what was apparently a shirt, your hand hit the door slowly making Thomas grunt without looking.

-Hello Tommy…- your voice sounded low and shy but it made Thomas turn around quickly looking at you as you opened the door and walked towards him, smiling and sitting next to him- how have you been? I heard that today was your last day at the meat factory

Thomas looked back at the floor barely nodding returning to his work with the needle and thread on his shirt

-What are you doing? Did you rip another one of your shirts again? -You smiled even though he didn't notice it and carefully took his hands to take the needle and help him - I'll do it for you.

The enormous man, submissive to your touch, let you take the things, looking at you through the strands of his long hair, releasing a sigh that sounded loud due to the obstruction of his mask.

-Do you remember that days ago I told you that tomorrow would be the day we were going to Austin? - You looked at him while you carefully sewed the sleeve of his shirt that covered your entire lap as if it were a blanket, Thomas just turned his face, looking at the other side of the room, clenching his fists, making his knuckles turn white.

- I know you don't want me to move Tommy, but I can't leave mama alone, I have to go with her to work and help her with my sisters - your hands fell into your lap looking at him sadly trying to get him to meet your eyes but he just lowered his head without growling as was his way of communicate - Tommy, don't be sad, we will always be friends, okay? I promise that whenever I can I will come visit you and bring you things from Austin - you smiled at him, taking his hand, making him look at you with his noticeably moist eyes.

After a few seconds looking at you, the huge man pounced on you, hugging you tightly, almost taking all the air out of your lungs, you felt that at any second one of your bones would break but that didn't matter to you, Tommy always gave those strong and wise hugs. You were going to miss him so you enjoyed it, the two of you staying like that for a few minutes until Charlie interrupted yelling from the kitchen with one of his mundane comments.

After a few hours and Luda Mae insisting that you stay for dinner, you went home again with a plate in your hands to take to your family, even though Thomas grunted and insisted on accompanying you home to spend more time together you convinced him that he should stay for reasons that Charlie only knew, you didn't want him to get in trouble so he agreed to stay, saying goodbye one last time with another hug and a kiss on your hair.

The breeze was fresh and the moonlight illuminated the path between the plants and trees that had already been formed from so many times that you and Thomas went or came to each other's house. After a few minutes walking you could see your small house with the lights on but something strange seemed to be noticeable when the door was open, you quickened your step almost running home entering while you looked everywhere noticing objects thrown and broken.

-Mama?…Ella? - You walked between the rooms looking for them, walking between glass and furniture lying on the floor - Mama?

Your steps stopped when you entered the kitchen, throwing the plate that was in your hands causing it to break into a thousand pieces while you tried to understand why your mother and sisters were on the floor unconscious among blood and pieces of clothing, the golden hair of Ella and Jo Anne was dyed a reddish color while your mother had a thin carmine line on her neck where a pool of blood formed, her dress was tangled around her waist and her underwear was missing.

Your steps backwards stopped when you hit your back on a wall, your vision blurred by tears and you could only run outside stumbling through the furniture to run towards the Hewitts' house, your only hope to help you.

It was a few meters ahead when you heard the engine of some motorcycles approaching while screams and shots in the air made you stop in fear, leaving you petrified.

-Well well, where are you going in such a hurry little doll? - A man with a beard and dressed in leather smiled at you, spitting out what looked like tobacco.

You couldn't say anything, your body was shaking and the tears didn't stop coming out of your eyes.

-Can't you talk, darling? The other bitches couldn't stop screaming a while ago and you don't say a word? - the other 2 men laughed while one of them got off his motorcycle, approaching you, pointing a gun at you, making your eyes widen with fear - I won't hurt you, I won't do anything you don't want, you look like a pretty girl, the kind that make cute sounds when they are fucked like the sluts they are

Your moans and cries came out muffled from your throat and your brain forced you to run as the only escape but a strong hand grabbed your hair, pulling you on your back while you screamed and moved your hands and legs trying to defend yourself from the scratchy hands that touched your body.

-Please let me go, I didn't do anything wrong - you screamed while your tears ran down the edges of your eyes, wetting your hair.

-Of course you haven't done anything wrong, little angel, that's why you're not a woman yet - the blonde-haired man laughed, putting his hand under your skirt, touching your between your legs, hurting you - stop moving, damn bitch, - his strong hand hit your cheek leaving you stunned

-Do it quickly, I want some of the slut too- the bearded man ordered as he took your wrists placing them on top of your head.

For you they were hours of agony, between blows, insults and three men abusing you, you lost track of time before falling unconscious among the neglected grass that covered the intruders, it was almost dawn when your eyes opened looking at the dark sky with some rays. of sun about to appear.

Your head hurt, your sore and weak body could barely get up, stumbling making you fall to your knees, your dress was torn causing one of your breasts to be exposed, your private part hurt and burned as if a knife had been stuck in your innocent crotch.

The path that took you 10 minutes to travel became a long trip of almost 40 minutes, your feet barely dragged and your dry mouth made your throat hurt every time you took a breath of air and when you looked at the Hewitt house a sigh came out of you in relief even though you still had to walk the entire driveway.

Luda Mae was walking carefully with a basket of clean clothes that she had recently washed by hand and was preparing to hang them on the clotheslines in the yard when she looked at you walking in the distance, she carefully adjusted her glasses on her sweaty nose and let out a frightened moan when she could recognize your battered form covered in bruises.

-Oh my sweet lord, oh my god - the woman almost screamed, dropping the basket on the floor, walking hurriedly towards you - for God's sake baby, who did this to you?

Your steps continued slowly, your chest rumbled with sobs as you looked at her and felt safe, but as soon as her arms held you, your body vanished, causing the woman to fall next to you on the floor, but not before taking care not to hit yourself.

-Thomas! Thomas, come here - the woman screamed hysterically, making Charlie and Monty quickly leave the house, Charlie still holding his cup of coffee which almost fell to the floor when Thomas rushed out to help his mother, but when he looked at you on the floor between her arms his steps hurried quickly as growls came from his throat.

-Take her inside carefully, son - Luda adjusted your corrupted dress to take care of your little privacy - Lord, have mercy on this poor girl - the woman was praying to herself as she followed her enormous son inside and the two men looked at the scene, frozen, scared of what that they had looked at.

Thomas ignored his mother's instructions and instead of lying down on the sofa in the living room he quickly went up to his room with you in his arms, laying you down on his bed slowly as if you were the most fragile and precious thing that his hands had ever held, his anxiety gnawed away his head looking at you unconscious and covered in wounds and bruises that went from your legs to your face, his growls were loud and aggressive and he didn't calm down until Luda took his arms making him look at her.

-Look at me son, Thomas relax -Luda looked at him tenderly but with a firm voice- this is not the time for you not to listen to me, we must take care of her and know what happened, do you understand? - Her hands went up to his cheeks, calming him a little while his chest rose and fell with an anger that he had never felt, not even the day he was fired from the factory and ended his boss's life.

Luda was in charge of commanding that day, she sent Monty and Charlie to your house to tell you what had happened, but as soon as they arrived and saw the scene, both men knelt down, bowing their heads, while old Monty shed a couple of tears, then After all he was the ''Uncle Monty'' of those little girls and someone had annihilated them, Charlie found a little humanity in his heart and ordered Monthy to find some sheets to cover the bodies of the three women to put them in the truck and take them home where they could give them a decent burial, after all they had been good people with their family and deserved respect.

When the men came home and told Luda what had happened, the woman couldn't help but cry and fall into a crisis when she saw the lifeless bodies of her friend and her little babies, what cruel person had done that to your family? They were the sweetest people in the whole town and they didn't deserve an ending like that.

While the three eldest were arranging everything to respectfully say goodbye to the three ladies, Thomas in his room had already carefully removed your torn dress, to be honest he had often imagined your body when Charlie forced him to watch those obscene movies or told him stories of how girls behaved when he touched them, but this time all his thoughts of desire disappeared when he saw you like that.

A bucket of warm water rested on his nightstand while he carefully cleaned your face with a small damp towel, when he removed all the dirt from your face, he could notice your broken lip and the bump on your cheek that was beginning to heal dyed purple, his hand slowly went down your neck cleaning and then carefully passing the towel between your breasts, your chest rose and fell slowly with your calm breathing, Thomas couldn't help but turn his gaze when he saw your breasts with scratches Just like your stomach that had red marks on your waist, his head didn't help him, he imagined what had you been suffer alone there and he wanted to kill slowly and painfully the person who had done that to you.

After all his thought's and after cleaning your legs covered in scratches and your injured knees, Thomas slowly separated your legs, squeezing his jaw looking at how your inner thighs had wounds, scratches that looked red on your skin that looked like porcelain, his hand covered In the damp cloth that every now and then he washed in the warm water, he slowly passed over the marks of the attack, as if he were afraid of hurting you even more than they had already done, your small moans of pain made him retreat in fear, but when he looked at your eyes closed without any sign of wanting to wake up, he returned to his tasks until he left you completely clean, then he took a Luda dress that he carefully put on you as if he were dressing a small doll that could break into a thousand pieces if he barely touched it with his big hands, the dress was too big on you but it covered your body and that was enough for him, he didn't want anyone else to look at you, you were his only and he was going to take care of you with his life.

After a few hours the sky had already begun to darken and your eyes tightened as you woke up in a room that you knew very well, you looked at the ceiling and the old closet on the side of the room, the old lamp on the nightstand was on and a blanket covered your legs, the heavy steps in the corridor made you look towards the door with fear, you knew that in that house you were not in danger but your state made you think that at any minute someone was going to attack you again.

But a large figure that covered almost the entire door frame appeared looking at you, releasing a deep sigh as he walked towards you.

-Tommy?…-your eyes moistened feeling safe, he walks to you letting his knees hit the floor next to the bed while his arms surrounded your waist and despite the pain, your arms surrounded his shoulders while you cried, hiding your face in his neck.

Not long after, Thomas looked at you with his frown, he was angry, more than that, you had never seen him this upset, his hand slowly touched your cheek over the bump and then pointed towards his chest, you knew what that meant, ''who was the one who make you this?'' cause he would be in charge of making them pay.

-I don't know who those men were, Tommy, but they hurt my family, I know that they were the ones who hurt my little sisters and mama - your voice was broken with your crying, his hand touched your face while his breathing sounded heavy - they were …motorcyclists, one had a beard, another was blonde, they were all dressed in leather - your eyes followed his enormous form as he stood up, turning quickly towards the door but your hand did not let go of his, making him stop - Tommy?…what? are you going to do?

He looked straight into your eyes, the blue of his eyes had disappeared, they were black and deep, you had never seen them that way, he just let go of your hand slowly and rushed out, making his heavy footsteps sound as he lowered the stairs.

After a few minutes Luda came up with a tray with tea and a plate of warm food, it looked like stew and smelled good but your stomach hurt from the blows you had received so you barely ate while the woman brushed your hair slowly with her fingers looking at you tenderly.

-Luda…where did Tommy go? - You looked at her curiously while you drank some iced tea that made your throat feel fresh.

-Tommy loves you too much, he would do everything possible for you to make you happy, you know? -She looked at you over her glasses while her hand stopped.

-I know, I would do the same for him but I'm not as big and strong as Tommy is, he takes care of himself and he also takes care of me.

-You're wrong about that honey, he is strong on the outside, my boy was blessed with a huge body that can intimidate anyone who stands in front of him, but on the inside my boy is just a pure soul who doesn't know how to deal with this horrible and disgusting world where we live, that is where you come to protect him, your heart and courage makes my Tommy feel safe and continues to be the strong and brave boy that he is

A small smile formed on your face thinking that you were very lucky to have Thomas in your life, everyone had always been cruel to him, they made fun of his poor ability to speak and his skin was always so sensitive and no one understood it, just You and that was enough, you had gotten used to only having Tommy's attention and affection for you that you wouldn't know how to deal if someone else took a little of his attention away.

That night Thomas did not come home, you spent most of the night looking at the door waiting to see him arrive but he never showed up, only the sound of the crickets and the wind coming through the window accompanied you and little by little you fell asleep between the blankets with its aroma.

It was early in the morning when you heard some murmurs and an argument downstairs that made you wake up.

-You can't do that, you don't know how she's going to take it, she's going to run away from here and accuse us, we would have to kill her too, is that what you want, damned idiot? - you could recognize Charlie's voice from his screams

-Stop calling him that way, he is not an idiot and he knows what he is doing-Luda shouted.

-Thomas, come here you damn bastard - Charlie shouted as loud footsteps went up the stairs that then became light as they approached the room.

There was Thomas, covered in blood, looking at you from the door, when he saw that you were awake, lowering his head thinking about what he would do but also thought if Charlie was right.

-Tommy?…why are you covered in blood? they hurt you? - Your hands rested on the bed, sitting up as fast as the pain allowed, he just shook his head and looked at you again, approaching - Are you okay?

Again his knees rested on the floor next to you while his blue eyes looked at you and his huge hand took yours carefully, his free hand rested on his chest pointing with his finger.

-You? -His hand moved slowly towards you, touching the center of your chest with his finger- me? - He nodded shyly taking both your hands in his, kissing both palms on the mask - I know you wouldn't hurt me, Tommy, you don't have to explain it to me.

He looked at you with relief and stood up offering you his hand to stand up, but when you tried, your sore knees felt like they were melting, making you stumble, Thomas holding you quickly and carefully by your waist.

-I'm fine Tommy… I just…- Thomas didn't let you finish your sentence when with his arm he held the back of your knees lifting you up making your arms quickly surround his neck in fear of falling.

His steps were delicate as he left the room and went down the stairs, three pairs of eyes looked at you, questioning his that you going down was the right thing to do, but Thomas cared little and continued on his way to the basement door.

The place was cold and damp, the walls surrounding the stairs had scratch marks and you could notice a couple of nails stuck in the cement, Thomas walked towards what looked like a work table and carefully sat you in a chair as he walked to a coat rack and took an old apron covered in red stains and put it on him.

-Tommy?…- He didn't pay attention to you for a few seconds, searching for something with his eyes until he took an electric chainsaw from a tool table and walked towards you, taking you again with one of his arms, walking to a place behind a shelf full of jars and he sit you delicately on a wooden table

You could notice three figures hanging from what seemed to be a nail where the animals were hanging in the slaughterhouse and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you could notice the three men who had attacked you hanging from their tied hands, one of them moaning as they others were unconscious

Your hands quickly covered your face, fear took over your body when you looked at them, feeling the fear of being attacked again but Thomas approached you, took your hand and your scared eyes looked at him while your hands trembled.

-It's them Tommy…it's them - your voice hurts whispered the words when Thomas gently removed his hand and touched your face and then looked at the men, then his hand delicately touched your lap, caressing your wounds over the fabric of the dress and point at the men looking into your eyes - it's… him - your hand pointed at the bearded man

Thomas quickly walked away from you, pulling the motor of the chainsaw hard, turning it on with just two attempts to start it and with both hands he lifted it closed to the man, placing it on the crotch of the bastard who abused your innocence cutting him in half until he reached his neck.

Drops of blood jumped everywhere, Thomas was covered in it and you could feel the warm liquid wet your face.

You couldn't believe what you saw, but you couldn't believe that a feeling of fear didn't take over inside you, you had seen Thomas murder a man but inside you the only thing you felt was satisfaction and a small flight of butterflies, your Tommy, he had spent the entire night looking for the men who harmed his precious girl and was making them pay.

After finishing the first, Thomas looked at you with heavy breathing, he didn't need to say a single word, his eyes spoke for his and you understood his language perfectly

-Him too, Tommy…- you pointed at the blonde man and then touched your chest over the scratches that made your skin look swollen, Thomas didn't think twice when he lifted it again, closed it and moved it over the man, cutting his legs, his waist, his arms making him fall on the wet floor while he screamed in agony and then cut his head, the other man did not seem to react but he was not going to let him leave in peace, so he did the same with him and cut him in half When he finished his work he turned off the chainsaw and walked towards you, leaving it at your side to clean his hands wet with blood on his apron that was equally dirty and wet.

Your heart was beating fast, you were not afraid of Thomas, you did not feel in danger nor did you feel disgusted by him, on the contrary, it seemed that by seeing him perform the sickest actions he had finished convincing you of what you had begun to suspect years ago, what you felt was a deep and true love for the one who had done everything to heal you and defend your dignity.

-You did very well Tommy - you smiled at him, placing your hands on his cheeks over the mask, his blue eyes were so calm that it didn't look like he had finished with three men a few seconds ago, his forehead rested on yours while your fingers caressed his slow hair - thanks for taking care of me

He just gave a light growl as he hugged you around the waist, he wasn't going to let anyone else touch his little cherry, not even the sun could hurt your skin because he would be able to do anything to destroy it.

That afternoon and after Monty had spent the entire previous day making three graves in the back garden, Charlie, Luda, Thomas and you went out to say goodbye to your family, Luda had picked a couple of flowers in the front garden and Charlie surprised you when with his worldly mouth he said some beautiful words to say goodbye to your mama and your little sisters, Tommy never left your side, he was holding your hand, making sure your fragile legs did not collapse and make you fall.

-Well, all that remains us to say welcome to the family y/n, it will be a pleasure for us if you are a Hewitt, what'ya think? -Charlie approached you while Thomas worked hard to cover the graves with the dirt he threw with a shovel.

-Charlie… you shouldn't say that, it's so sudden.- Luda Mae looked at him, scolding him. She knew he wouldn't last long without saying an injudicious comment and she wasn't wrong.

-It's okay, Moma - you smiled at Luda, holding the small flowers waiting to put them on the graves. - It will be a pleasure for me to share Tommy's last name

-You see, mom - Charlie smiled, chewing his tobacco - our Tommy will be happy honey, welcome to the family

You barely placed the small flowers on the three graves and caressed the wood signs where the names of your family could be read, Tommy took your hand, caressing it carefully, with pain in your back you hug him, your arms were barely able to surround his torso as you continued reading over and over again the name on the wood that functioned as a tombstone.

-Do you think it's okay that I'm a Hewitt Tommy? - You raised your head looking at his eyes despite the rays of sun that crossed his long locks of hair, he just looked at you smiling a little making his eyes narrow as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders - Then I won't hesitate to tell everyone I meet that i am Mrs. Hewitt

Your hand took his slowly walking together to the house while you talked about things that he only answered by nodding or shaking his head, just when you were both a couple of steps away from reaching the entrance of the house the sound of tires made you both turn around to look at the car that came down the road approaching you

-Now what this people want? These damn city dwellers get lost and come to disturb my property - Luda Mae sighs, annoyed, looking from the porch.

-Come in Tommy…let me bring you your apron so you can work - you smiled as you entered the house knowing that now the family business needed you.

#texas chainsaw massacre the beggining #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community #slasher #horror #thomas hewitt smut

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angelslittlewritingcorner · 15 days

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DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

#hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #adam #adam x lute x reader #adam x lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #lute #guitarspear

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xofay · 1 year

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𝙍𝙀𝘿 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: mentions of gore/violence, cheating, she's batshit crazy, mostly comfort, mentions of sexual situations. This is my first writing since like... 7th grade, be patient w me loves </33

✧ summary: Love Quinn notices a particular pretty lady coming to her café every other day, always getting the same thing, and she finds herself getting attached, and before she knows it, your girlfriends blood is on her hands. (this is part 1 of my "Colors" collection. None of them are necessarily connected, but if you want to read in order, this would be the first!)

The Fresh Tart café had been doing exceptionally well recently, and the owner would like to say that its success was all thanks to a certain customer, you...

Love found herself staring into her glass containers, which held her freshly baked pastries, and she didn't know how long she was standing there, staring, thinking. Thinking of her favorite customer, who she recently learned only lived across the street and a few houses down from her. She memorized the girls house number. Not on purpose, of course.

Every night, Love would fall asleep, her mind racing with images of you. Your beautiful, soft hair. Your warm, welcoming eyes, how soft your skin was when she handed you a croissant, your cute, dainty dresses you wore everyday, and that red, carnelian necklace you wore every single day.

The only thing that brought the baker out of her daydream was the sound of the bells above the door ringing. A woman that Love didn't recognize had entered. The woman was dressed nicely, and looked to be respectful. Love offered her a warm, welcoming smile as she walked towards the counter.

"Hello! Thank you for coming today. What would you like?" Love would ask as she leaned over the countertop ever so slightly, trying to get a better image of this woman. It wasn't long before she noticed her bracelet. It was gold, with a matching carnelian stone on it. Probably a coincidence, right? I mean, lots of people were into crystals recently.

"Hey. You're the famous Love that my girlfriend is always talking about, huh? Just get me her usual, she's home sick today." She woman would say with a little bit of a smile, yet her voice seemed... mocking, threatening. It took Love a moment or two before she put together the sentence. You had a girlfriend. And you didn't tell her? Why would you keep that from her? You told her everything. Love would eventually clear her throat, and plaster a fake smile onto her face as she realized her expression had dropped into what was possibly a menacing glare.

"I suppose I am." Love would say with a small, obviously fake chuckle. She would lean down, picking up a paper bag, her movements had become stiff, her expression flat. She would open up the glass containers, and would pick up a chocolate croissant, along with your favorite muffin, and a fruit cup. You usually ordered one or two of those options, so Love made sure to include all of them. She would lick her lips as she sealed the treats into the bag, before she sharply inhaled as an image ran into her mind. Your girlfriend, coming home to you on the couch, probably all cuddled up in your blankets. She would hug you as she handed you the pastries... Love didn't like that image. She wanted to be the one giving you treats. She wanted to be the one to hug you, she wanted to be the one that came home to you.

"Everything alright? You've been staring at those... lemon cupcakes for a little bit now..." Your girlfriend would snicker. The baker would purse her lips as she would snap herself out of her thoughts, as she walked towards your snarky girlfriend, and would hold her hand out with the bag.

You came into the café the next morning, looking like an absolute wreck. Your hair was messy, your makeup was messily applied, not that you needed it anyways, and you were wearing a large sweater and jean shorts instead of your usual flowing sundresses. Love knew why this was.

"My girlfriend didn't come home last night, and she hasn't been answering her phone.. I'm really worried.." You would say. You were sat at one of the café tables, sipping at perfectly made coffee, looking down at your half-eaten croissant.

"Hey, maybe she's planning something. Your birthday is soon, right? Maybe she was out late organizing things to surprise you." Love would say as she would place some freshly baked cupcakes on her tabletop, before leaning down and picking up her frosting piping bags.

"I never told you my birthday." You would say, pausing briefly before looking at Love, whose back was facing you currently. She seemed to have almost frozen mid-icing a cupcake.

"I've always been good at guessing these things, you know." Love would nervously chuckle, looking back at you with a reassuring smile, before cursing herself under her breath. Maybe the social media stalking was a step too far. An awkward moment of silence had passed, before sounds of sniffling would fill the small café. The baker would instantly turn to face you, seeing your face buried in your sleeved hands, your back shaking. You were crying.

Love would instantly put down her bag, and would practically dash over to you. She would place a hand on your back, before crouching down next to you. Your perfume seeped into her senses, you still smelled amazing, even if you quite frankly looked like a mess. Love didn't mind though.

"Im sorry-" You would choke out between sobs. "She's.. she's just never done this before." You would sniffle, lifting your head up. "And we've been having some issues recently. Maybe.... maybe she just, left?" You would weakly say, before looking over at Love, your teary, glossy eyes making contact with her sympathetic, inviting ones.

"She would be an idiot to leave a girl like you, y/n. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have you." Love would say in her low, comforting voice, that she had previously only reserved for Forty. She would reluctantly reach up to your face, and her thumb would gently kiss the tears on your soft cheeks. You leaned into her touch, a small blush obviously creeping onto your cheeks.

Love would wrap both arms around you, embracing you warmly as she'd breath softly onto your shoulder, a small smile creeping onto her face as you leaned against her chest.

Red was the color of the silky underwear you had worn that night. The underwear that was torn off of you the second you were thrown onto Love's bed.

Red was the color of her lipstick, the lipstick that had stained every inch of your neck, your neck that was covered in love bites and bruises.

Red was the color of your thighs when Love was done with you. Your soft skin, marked with her handprints everywhere.

Red was the color of your carnelian necklace. The necklace that was the only thing you wore that night. It shone in the dim candlelight of Love's room, it brought out your eyes.

Red was the color of your girlfriends blood, as it was splattered all across the café. The blood that colored Love's blade. It took awhile to clean.

Red was the color of your engagement ring. the ring that bonded you and Love together for your lives. The ring that promised you two would be together forever. Love had won.

#love quinn #love quinn x female reader #love quinn x you #love quinn goldberg #love quinn x reader #gay girls #lesbian #you fanfiction #you #you netflix #you fanfic

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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what about some fluff with old man price?? Maybe he teaches reader how to dance

-😼

It starts like this;

The two of you are doing dishes after having dinner when all of a sudden Price strays away from the dish rack to instead dance with the glass in his hand.

“What are you doing you say?” You say, sounding amused as you watch the way Price hums to the song playing from the radio, while swaying around with the glass still in his hand.

“Dance with me?” Price says with a soft smile on his face, puts down the glass and walks over to you instead.

“What ?” You say, only for him to repeat his request “wait my hands are wet “ you say when you feel him gently tug on your sweater.

“Don’t care come here love” he says while reaching out for you.

“Okay okay” you say with a small smile on your face, quickly wiping your hands down before walking over to him. “How do we do this?” You sound a little bashful, as heat creeps up your cheeks.

A surprised look flashes across the older man’s face.“They never teach you how to dance in school?” Price knew he was much older than you but he was sure that they were still teaching dance in schools.

“I may have been doing something else during those classes” you say, feeling the heat spread over to your neck and ears.

He burst out laughing as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Don’t laugh” you whine into his shoulder.

“I apologize, it just- sounds very much like you,”he says while trying to contain his laughter.

“Oh really now and what am I like?” You say pushing away from him slightly to get a good look at his amused face.

“Always off doing your own thing huh? What were you doing back then? bothering the girls?”

“Not really more like ogling the pe teacher you know he was rather handsome I should give him a call, see if he’s still single- “you say with a smirk on your face while looking down at the older man.

He huffs at that and pulls you even closer to him which only has you laughing.

“Kidding kidding” you say while chuckling, in an attempt to soothe the older man’s jealousy

“You better” he grunts out before he quickly goes over to where the radio is and turns up the sound “now let me show you some basics steps”

“Oh you're being serious about this” you say when you see him extend his arms towards you.

“What, you don’t think you can handle it boy? He says with a playful tone.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it but I’m not sure if you’re able to handle a rowdy student like me, old man. Dancing isn’t the same as shooting,you know? It’ll take lots of patience and time” you say with a smirk on your face as you tug him closer by his waist.

“Don’t you worry about it" he says with a playful glare as he leans closer to your ear “this old man will whip you into shape real good, teach you everything I know, that sounds good to you?”

Your eyes flutter shut, lips sinking into your bottom lip and you feel the lower half of your body practically enjoying this idea

“Get your mind out the gutter boy” Price says, sinking his teeth into your neck and chuckling when he hears the breathy moan escape your lips.

“Okay okay show me how it's done” you say, voice sounding a bit hoarse, trying to focus on the task at hand before you end up sporting a hard on.

“Alright it’s pretty easy, it’s left foot forward, right foot…” he stops his explanation when he sees the confused look that seems to remain on your face and he can’t help himself from falling into fits of laughter.

”Just follow my lead boy” he says after finally managing to compose himself, echoing the same words he had told you when you first joined his squad. “Left foot forward….”

“Your left or my left..”

Somehow you manage to follow his lead and for a second things seem to be going smoothly but all it takes is a wrong turn before you’re accidentally stepping on his toe.

Price cries out, hands dropping from your waist and reaching out for his leg, moving so fast he almost falls over in the process.

“Sorry!” You cry out, eyes wide, mouth agape, hands reaching out to catch him before he falls over.

“It’s okay it’s okay” he grunts out, hands clutching onto his foot, as you help steady him.

“I’m really sorry, I told you I’m hopeless” you say, watching him let go off his foot to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Don’t say that, you’ll get it eventually” he says, voice still strained from pain but still sounding so sure of himself, like his boy could never disappoint him no matter what happens.

“And if I don’t?” You say, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life teaching you” The words have you almost falling over but you manage to stay upright, as a swarm of butterflies invade your stomach.

He starts humming to the tune of the song that plays from the radio as you lightly sway back and forth, feeling the warmth of his palm on your back and the weight of his head on your shoulder.

You’re just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He sings in your ear, voice low just enough for you to hear , as if the words are only meant for you and no one else in this world, while the two of you continue to sway to the beat.

You’d be like heaven to touch,

I wanna hold you so much.

He continues to sing as his hand cups your cheek, calloused thumb stroking soft skin and he looks at you lovingly and you just can't stop yourself from curling a hand around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

At last long love has arrived.

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true.

Cant take my eyes off of you.

#thank you for ur patience sugar #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #lord I’ve gotten so sloppy with tags if anyone wants to read works here you’ll just have to search them up I’m sorry angels #alec answers #😼 anon

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alpaca-clouds · 9 months

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About Nucear Permanent Disposal Sites

So, a couple of days ago someone commented under my one blog about nuclear energy what boiled down to: "But what about the waste? We need to take responsibility for the next thousands of years of humanity!" And yes, that is very much the favorite argument for the anti-nuclear lobby... and it is pretty much based on the science of the 1980s.

What a lot of people do not understand is:

How little nuclear waste we actually have.

How little of that waste is actually the highly radiating stuff.

How well we can contain this stuff.

That we actually have figured out a solution for permanent disposal.

First need about nuclear waste you have to understand that most of it is not that dangerous. Most of the waste we get out of the nuclear facilities is actually just stuff that was around the radiation and got slightly radiated. 90% of all nuclear waste is stuff like items that just happened to be within the nuclear facilities for a long while. Tools, wortk clothing and so on. This stuff radiates, yes, but it is technically not dangerous levels AND it will stop doing so within 100 years max. We literally do not need to worry about it. Those yellow barrels you will keep seeing in old media that somehow end up mutating people? Yeah, those are used for this kind of waste. And to be quite frank, we are super extra that we store this either way. Because we have waste from other types of facilities (like coal power, but also from places like airport) where this kinda waste also happens and we... just throw it away normally.

Then there is about 7% of nuclear waste that is a bit more radiated. This is mostly metal parts and such that were in direct contact with the nuclear elements. This gets more radiated and as such will radiate for a longer time. But, this, too, is radation that will be gone or down to safe levels within a few centuries.

Only 3% is waste, that is high-level radiating and even from this not all will radiate for millennia! In fact we have gotten real good with recycling this high-level waste and if we are now talking SciFi scenarios like Solarpunk, we could actually just switch to thorium based reactors, where almost all of it is recyclable.

But... Even with the high level radiating stuff that we cannot recycle and need to permanently store, we... actually long have a solution for it.

You have to realize that those fuel cells are actually pretty small. And that we have materials that can basically protect you from the radiation. So, we basically just take those small spend fuel cells, put them into glass, put that into several layers of metal, put all of that into a deep, deep hole the ground and then fill everything up with clay. And... done.

Chances are: Nobody is gonna find it. Because it is gonna be so deep underground. Even if they did: It is protected enough that nobody is gonna die of radiation poisoning directly. Not only that: But the best rock material to burry this stuff in, is already radiating. So... Like, duh. We already have super radiactive stuff in nature.

And even if someone got radiation poisoning... Unless you suppose that humans of the future are dumber than most animals... They will learn: "Dude died. Area bad. Do not dig there."

Scientifically speaking... The entire nuclear waste thing is such a fucking non-issue, that keeps getting pushed up mostly by fossil fuels (that, again, also produce radiating waste!) to keep folks from going for a full renewable + nuclear energy mix. Aka: The clean option.

The reason why so many politicians do not just agree to those disposal options is that a) they do not understand it themselves and b) nor do their constituents and there is sooooo much fearmongering about this going on.

Again, I am not saying that we should go full nuclear energy. But rather for an energy mix of renewables and nuclear. Be CO2 neutral. Because I can tell you one thing: If we do not do that, there are not gonna be humans in 3023 we have to worry about. Because they are all fucking dead, with the planet being inhospitable to life.

#nuclear #nuclear energy #nuclear power #science #science communication #fearmongering #science fiction #better future #going green

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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!IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI! THIS POST CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT!

Trigger warnings: literally fucking in a holy place, swearing, praising, use of female anatomy, blasphemies, corruption kink (?), slight dom!Eddie, oral male receiving, fingering, penetration, dirty/mean talking, sub!reader,

Pairing: Eddie x pastor daughter!reader (fem)

Word count: 1.2K

My requests are open!

It is Sunday morning, everyone in my house is getting ready to go to church. Everything needs to be perfect, our hairs perfectly combed, our clothes perfectly ironed, the perfect cookie cutter family per say.

Last night I got home late from Eddie’s “tutoring” and as a result I slept in, my body not being able to get out of bed and the memories of the previous night replaying on my head like a movie. I know I should feel ashamed for what happened, breaking the promise I had made with my dad and God, but something about it just felt right.

I get ready quickly and rush downstairs to meet up with my parents for breakfast.

“Good morning, sleepy head” my dad says as he places a glass of juice in front of me alongside some toasts and a kiss on my head. Breakfast is rushed as we need to be in church twenty minutes before the sermon starts. It is sunny outside, you can tell summer is approaching.

The service goes well, and all day is spent at church, between helping dad with his duties to helping mum and her friends at the kitchen preparing meals for the less fortunate people of Hawkins.

At 9:45pm no one is left, only me cleaning after all the day's events, when suddenly I hear the main door open.

“ Sorry, but it is clo-” I don’t even finish the sentence when I realize who it is. “ I never thought I would see Eddie Munson in a church. What are you doing here?” I ask playfully, if you had told me a few weeks ago I would be friendly to the school’s freak I would have laughed at you, but here I am, only wishing I could spend all the time in the world curled up in his arms.

“ Hi there gorgeous” he says, placing a kiss on my lips, “ just wanted to see you.” his arms around my waist that forces me to come closer to me, allowing me to see my purity ring hanging around his neck.

“I wanted to see you too.” I place a small kiss on his lips but one of his hands goes behind my head forcing the kiss to deepen.

I don’t even know how it happened but we ended up making out in one of the church benches where hours before the residents of Hawkins were praying their sins away. Eddie is sitting while I’m on top of him, his hands under my blouse. Things are getting heated pretty quickly.

“ For fucks sake, I always wanted to fuck in a church” he whispers, his little voice echoing. “How hot are those moans of yours going to sound. Fuck, just making me hard thinking about it.” his hands on my boobs, I can help but to let out a moan as the cold metal of his rings touches my skin. “Just like that sunshine”.

Something inside of me knows that I shouldn't be doing this but the adrenaline of knowing we could be seen or heard at any moment has more power over me than the fear of disappointing my parents and what people will think of me.

He breaks the kiss, we both stand up and he grabs my hand and guides me to a corner where a picture of virgin Mary hangs.

“I want you to get on your knees for me, just like when you pray, okay?” he asks, but in a demanding tone, while his hand rests on my cheek. I just simply nod, obeying on what he requests. “Such a good girl for me. Now,” he looks straight into my eyes, “ I want you to look at Her, good old Virgin Mary, while you suck me off.” He pulls his pants down, letting his member free, I don’t waste any time and put it in my mouth moving my gaze from his to the picture of the woman hanging from the wall. The moment my mouth touches him, he lets out a loud moan, filling the church with that lovely sound. His hands travel all the way to the back of my head, Eddie grabs my hair slowly guiding my face at the pace he wants, I don’t look away from Mary, just as he ordered me to. “So obedient for me,” he kneels down, “did you ask her for forgiveness as you were sucking me off?” Words cannot come out of my mouth, the way he is saying these dirty words in a place like this turns me on.

Eddie guides me towards the communion table, he makes me sit on the edge, spreading my legs, his lips are on mine again, his hands slowly making their way up gripping on my inner thigh.

“Eddie” I whisper, he looks at me with those dovey eyes of his. “If we are going to do this here, I need you to do it now.” After I say this, a big smile appears on his face.

“Whatever my lady requests” and just like that his fingers are inside me, provoking me to moan loudly, making the sound echo throughout the building. His fingers move at the same rhythm that we kiss. Moans escaping my mouth as his movements become faster, his thumb is on my clit, moving in circles.

“Holy fuck Eddie just like that” I scream, throwing my head back.

His fingers slide out of me, he gives me some time to recover, but not much as he teases the tip of his cock on my entrance.

“You want me inside of you, don’t you little slut.” I nod. He grabs my face with one hand squishing my cheeks. “Always acting like this fucking prude girl, but here you are in this holy palce, looking like a mess for me. Begging me to fuck you like the whore that you are” he enters me without any warning. And just like before our moans echo all around church. Something so dirty happening in a place so pure, under the eyes of God.

Eddie’s pounds become harder and harder, just like his words become dirtier and dirtier as more of a mess I am for him. I lay on the table, my back arched while Eddie’s hands grip on my hips as hard as he can, his rings, most likely leaving marks on my flesh. I stand up, now sitting, my legs wrapped around him while my arms are around his neck.

“Eddie, I think I might come soon” I moan into his ear, feeling a tightening feeling in my abdomen. He looks at me, right into my eyes and with a smirk on his face says

“Do it, come all over my dick” and just after those nasty words, my head naturally rolls back, my hands grip into his shoulders, my nails biting his skin and the feeling of arousal intoxicating my body. “ You did amazing sweetheart”, he kisses me “Now let’s get you all clean and pretty, we don’t want your Dad to notice all the nasty things you have been doing, right?” he asks in a playful tone.

“Right” I say kissing him back.

@eddiesdungeon

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie x reader #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud #pastor daughter!reader #eddie smut #eddie munson st4 #eddie x y/n #Eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons

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planetariumwriting · 1 year

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𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨

First chapter of my new story, where Niragi is your boss and things start to get more..."interesting" for you both. It's useless to say that this will contain mature content in the future - so, if you're a minor, please DO NOT interact.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @brdpch, @mellmidnightsky

It was becoming a routine for (y/n) to hear Kuina talking about her situationship with Ann. Every Saturday night at (y/n)’s house there were news about this – always. The girl didn’t stop herself from adding spicy details, making (y/n)’s cheeks to get a little bit pink.

“Her skin…oh my,” the pause just to take another sip from the cocktail was necessary, “it tasted delicious.”

“And how was she?”

“Even more delicious.” Kuina said with a proud smile on her face. She didn’t want to admit she actually liked Ann more than a friend with benefits, but she was to scared to say it (probably because she didn’t want to ruin what was growing between them) – but it was normal to think in this way.

“When will you tell her that you like her?” (y/n) smile grew when she saw Kuina blushing at the question. She probably didn’t expect it. For a moment it seemed that she was actually thinking about telling Ann this, but then she changed her mind.

“Uh-uh, don’t try to put the conversation on this topic,” she raised up just to sit next to (y/n) and to look at her. “It’s time we talk about you.”

“Me?” (y/n) was surprised but not to much. “What do you want to know?”

“About your new work! It has been two weeks that you started to work for that game company.”

It was true, already two weeks. A lot of stuff happened, but more like in (y/n)’s head; to the point she forgot entirely to tell Kuina how she felt at her new work.

“Tell me,” she was even closer to her friend now. “How’s your boss?”

“I mean…” (y/n) couldn’t stop herself to staring at her glass, she felt shy for a moment. “He’s good looking, I guess.”

“You guess?!” Kuina was surprised from her reaction, she suspected there was more. Her elbow hit (y/n)’s arm, making her saying a little “ouch”. “Tell me more.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Kuina’s face was angry and (y/n) could feel her blood freezing in her body. They were best friends and it was normal to tell each other everything, so what was the matter? Even if (y/n) told herself that, she still felt shy anyways – but she preferred to not hide anything from her friend.

“Let’s say that…” she felt her breath getting stucked in her lungs. “I heard rumors about my boss.”

“What did you hear?!” Kuina almost jumped from the chair for the curiosity. “Did your coworkers gossip in front of you already?”

“It’s not like that,” (y/n) finally finished her drink, almost if she wanted to have a clear mind. “I heard and saw for mistake.”

“For mistake.” Her friend smiled at that affermation. What a coincidence to hear gossip about your boss in your first days of work, really a surprise. It really felt as a comic story.

“Well, I heard he’s a womanizer.”

“What?!”

It was the same reaction (y/n) had – in her mind, of course – when she heard it. There weren’t so many women to work in this company and knowing this information made her to feel a knot in her stomach. It was true that when she had her first interview, it seemed like he was eating her with his eyes. They were glued to her face and her body - she needed the work, thought, so she simply ignored it at first. But now? It wa salso true she found him incredibly hot, but she didn’t want to be one of those that got an higher position just because they fucked with their boss. Absolutely not.

“And what did you see?” It was Kuina’s voice to bring her to reality. I wonder for how much she was staring at the wall in front of her.

“It happened sometimes to see women going in his office, all arranged and pretty.” (y/n) remembered all those women and she felt almost like a creep for it. “Then, when they came back to the main hall to leave, they looked like if a train hit them.”

“That dick must be good to have this effect.”

“Kuina.”

Her friend smiled at seeing (y/n) getting frustrated. In that mind she was planning something that for sure (y/n) would have never liked – but a friend is a friend, especially a best friend, so she told her anyways.

“Why don’t you try anyways?”

“What do you mean?”

Kuina grabbed her friend’s hands in hers and looked into her eyes. It seemed like when a mother and a daughter have that type of conversation. For a moment (y/n) felt she was about to die inside.

“It’s just casual sex,” Kuina squeezed her hands a little bit more. “What do you have to lose?”

Oh, (y/n) could swear her heart stopped for a second. She couldn’t believe her ears. She hoped for a moment that Kuina was playing with her, but her expression was too serious.

“He’s my boss!”

“And what about that?” Kuina didn’t care if she had to spend to convince (y/n) that some sex wasn’t a bad idea for her. Especially when her work was becoming more stressful. “There are many people who fuck with their coworkers.”

“Coworker is something, boss is another thing.”

“It’s the same level.”

It was impossible to deny that (y/n) wanted to have sex. Good sex, let’s be clear. Her old experiences were all worthy to be throwed into the trash and lately her stress was consuming her, but…she didn’t want to tell her boss to just fuck around – like if it was the most normal thing ever. Damn, he was hot, though. Every time he called her into his office, she felt her legs shaking. The way he looked at her was always the same: a predator looking at its prey. He never tried to push her in different situations than the work one. In (y/n)’s head there was a little part of it that whispered “what a shame”. “Also, why would he have sex with me?” She thought. Especially when he had all those women coming back and forth in his office when he wanted to.

“Tell me his name.”

“Why?” Now (y/n) was feeling scared because she didn’t know what kind of plan her friend had. “What do you want to do?”

Kuina simply sighed. “I just want to know if I know him.”

“Niragi Suguru.”

Kuina grinned at that information and (y/n) didn’t catch if there was something off or not. “No, I don’t think I know him.”

“What a blessing, must to say.”

Kuina laughed at her and hugged her strongly, giving her little kisses on the head. “I just want you to have fun and a little bit of relax, you know that.”

“I know.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Monday was really fast to come. For some reasons, especially after the conversation with Kuina, (y/n) didn’t feel very “happy” to go to work. She hoped she wouldn’t blush if her boss looked at her or called her in his office – in a way she hoped she wouldn’t see him at all.

During the walk to the company she actually thought about it. Kuina was right about having some fun, but probably she had to find another “partner” for it. Even if in that moment it seemed impossible for (y/n) to find one; lately the only one who made her belly “warm” was actually her boss – even when she saw those women and the rumors about him. Maybe if she started to see him as her boss and not a potential friend with benefits, things could change.

When she open the door of the building, her coworkers greeted her – as always. At the beginning working in a place with the majority of the coworkers being male wasn’t really comfortable, but then she got used at it. Not all of them were a creep, luckily. But the flirting was always present. Something she remembered was her boss, Niragi, telling her that she had to dress more…fitting; clothes that emphasized her body. In this way, he said, we could attract more people into buy or collaborate with us.

When (y/n) sat at her workstation, the office-phone rang. It was only seconds after she sat, she didn’t have either the time to breath.

“Hi, this is PlaySoft Company. How can I help you today?” Her voice sounded like the most professional ever, she felt proud of it.

“Hi (y/n), I need you in my office in five minutes.”

It was Niragi that spoke and (y/n) felt her hand almost trembling. She didn’t have the time to say anything that he already disconnected the call. Probably he needed the reports done she did during the weekend. Hopefully. Her coworker, Saori, was already envy-smiling at her. She was planning for so long to have a bigger position in the company, but probably sucking off wasn’t enough. Did she get this privilege to suck Niragi off? It left (y/n) in shock to think in this way – since when sucking Niragi off – I mean her boss – was a privilege? And since when she started to think about Saori in this way?

“What did he say?” Saori smiled.

But it was a fake smile and (y/n) knew it. Also, how did she know it was their boss? Did she blush when she talking to him? This thought made everything more embarassing.

“Oh,” she grabbed the pile of papers on her desk. “He needs the reports.”

Saori didn’t have the time to ask more questions because (y/n) was already running into Niragi’s office.

The sound of her heels was echoing in the long corridor. Her boss’ office was so isolated and far away probably because of a matter of privacy. Privacy of fucking people, (y/n) thought. She shaked her head and started to insult herself mentally. Damn, that conversation with Kuina really changed a lot of stuff.

When she knocked the door, she felt Niragi’s voice touching her skin. Her mind was already creating the scenario for a nasty thought.

“Come in.”

She opened it and walked in the room, closing the door behind her. She remembered that she read a lot of story that started in this way. “You wanted to see me, boss.”

He smiled at the pronunciation of that word. For a moment (y/n) thought he got turned on.

“It’s right,” he stared at her intensely. “I see you took with you the reports I needed.”

She put the papers on his deck, hoping that he would let her go – her mind was going crazy with the imagine of being tied up. “Do you need something else?”

“Yes.” Niragi grinned and (y/n) felt her face going on fire. Was it about to happen?

“Tell me everything.”

“Do you know a piece of shit called Shuntaro Chishiya?”

Confusion on her face. Why this question? And what kind of boss start to call people “piece of shit”?

“He’s a close friend of my best friend.”

There was more about it, but (y/n) didn’t want to tell him. At the beginning Kuina tried to hook up her and Chishiya together, but both were too busy at that time and nothing happened.

“I hate him,” he stood up and got closer to (y/n). “But I was invitated to his party and I bet you are too.”

Her mind flew when yesterday her best friend told her that they were going to Chishiya’s “party”. If before the dress wasn’t a problem, now for sure it was.

“Yes!” She controlled her tone. “I mean, yes. I’ll go to the party too.”

“Then we’ll meet each other there.”

He smiled again and walked out. She didn’t know what actually happened. Was it a date? She was exaggerating right now – but she had to tell Kuina everything. She walked out like if it was a live-or-die mission – in a way it was because she had to know what to wear for the party, but that’s another detail.

#niragi suguru #niragi x reader #niragu suguru x reader #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #ao3

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homerforsure · 1 year

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Okay so for April's writing prompt in the 911 discord server, we had Buck & Chim — Buckley-Han Family on a Spring Day and this spilled out of my brain. It is deeply silly, but I tried!

Operation Easter Bunny

If Buck knew he was going to be reduced to bending forward and trying to ring the doorbell with his nose, he would have told Chimney to pick up his own damn takeout. His arms wrapped around three (three!) enormous, heavy, paper bags, one of which was almost definitely leaking something delicious all over the front of him. With his own bag in his hand, he couldn’t get even a finger free to push the button without risking everything toppling over, so Buck clutched everything tightly to his chest and leaned in, just managing to hit the doorbell with his face.

“Ow,” he said, wrinkling his nose as the pleasant chime rang out inside the house (one of four dozen rotating sounds available on the doorbell that Maddie and Chimney had picked out. Buck had never imagined the sheer number of decisions that would be involved in refinishing a house. Doorbell sounds!) and standing up straight again…

Only to find Chimney already standing in the open door with a smirk on his face.

“Dick.”

“What’s the password?” Chimney asked.

“Let me in before I drop your egg rolls,” Buck groused.

Chimney laughed, but he pushed open the screen door wide enough that Buck could catch it with his shoulder and make his way inside.

“You could have just made two trips.”

“I’m efficient.”

“That’s one word for it,” Chimney said. He reached out and grabbed one of the heavy bags from Buck’s arms and led the way to the kitchen. “Look out for baby debris. I put most of it away, but I think it spawns.”

Picking his way carefully through the house, keeping an eye out for Jee’s toys (and for random shoes, her new favorite toys), Buck followed after Chimney. Groaning dramatically as he finally set his bags on the counter, he said, “What did you even order all of this for? I thought the whole idea was that Maddie and Jee were going to be out all day.” There was nothing on his shirt, thankfully. Whatever moisture he thought he’d felt must have just been condensation from the hot containers inside. He set his other bag, a present for Jee, on the counter with the others and made a mental note to hide it before Maddie got home.

“You’re kidding, right?” Chimney replied, pulling plates and forks out of his cupboards. It took a few false starts before he got them. He and Maddie hadn’t quite settled on a home for the dishes yet. Except for the wine glasses. They’d needed those to be in easy reach throughout the whole process. “I’m not risking my life by ordering from your sister’s favorite Chinese place and not getting enough leftovers for her.”

“Yeah, but, this is like… leftovers for six.”

“Well, I invited a human garbage disposal over for lunch so I thought I’d err on the side of caution,” Chimney said, pressing a plate into Buck’s chest. “Load up, Uncle Buck. We’ve got a big project ahead of us.”

Right, the project or Operation Easter Bunny as Chimney had taken to calling it in the family group chat. With Jee-Yun officially old enough to hunt down easter eggs, Maddie and Chimney were excited to start the first of many traditions in their new house. Buck was pretty sure there was a little more to it than that for Maddie, who was still hesitant about overly formal, overly perfect holiday plans, but who also held tight to every first she still got to have with Jee and Chimney just wanted to make sure that both of them had a perfect day.

“So no pressure,” Buck had said, looking skeptically between the two of them at a dinner in mid-March.

“None at all.”

“Why would there be pressure?”

Still, one thing had led to another and soon they were staring down Easter weekend without a single Peep or chocolate rabbit purchased and with the homemade family brunch Maddie had been talking about rapidly devolving into a store-bought quiche and microwave bacon. She put a few window clings up and tried to get an Easter basket started, but with an inquisitive toddler underfoot, it was proving impossible.

“I’ll take care of it,” Chimney had promised when he found the two of them buried in biodegradable easter grass and Jee’s basket barely hidden from her under a quilt. And on Saturday morning, he’d called Buck.

“I did the basket after they left,” he said as he and Buck piled their plates high and each grabbed a beer from the fridge. “So that’s in the top of our closet and hopefully she doesn’t find her way in there while we’re sleeping.

“Or learn how to use a ladder,” Buck added.

“Hey do not think about teaching her that. The stairs are bad enough.” Jerking his head toward the back door, Chimney said, “I’ve got the rest of the stuff out here. It was the only place I could think to hide it.”

Buck was about to ask if Chimney was living with a toddler or a secret agent, but the question was quickly overwhelmed by a dozen others when they stepped out onto the patio. “Whoa,” was all he could manage to say.

An uncountable number of easter eggs spilled out of plastic bags on and around the new picnic table that Buck and Eddie had just helped Chimney move in the previous weekend. Giant ones, mini ones, sparkling ones, and neon ones. There were other bags too, filled with vanilla wafers and veggie straws and other baby-safe snacks that Buck could only assume they were going to use to fill the eggs.

“Did Maddie really want us to fill all of these?”

“What do you mean? She bought all of them. Of course she wants us to fill them. I was thinking Divide and Conquer,” Chimney said, finding a mostly empty spot to set his plate down in. “You can fill them and I’ll hide them around the yard.”

“Uh, are you sure the yard is big enough?”

As if thinking about it for the first time, Chimney took in the pile of eggs and the spring green of the backyard and tilted his head. “Maybe we’ll put some in the front too. I’ll text Maddie and tell her to pull Jee’s hat over her eyes before she brings her in from the car.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Pipe down and get to work, Buckley. We don’t have much time.”

The order had a hint of Interim Captain Han about it so Buck didn’t bother to argue. He grabbed a bag of eggs so he had a place to put his own plate and then got to work.

Two hours later, the patio was more of a mess than they started and Buck’s fingers were nicked from getting caught in a dozen slightly deformed plastic eggs that didn’t want to stay closed. The yard was more egg than lawn and Chimney still had two buckets of filled eggs that had to go somewhere.

“You think I can hang some from the trees?” he asked, staring at the pile and the four eggs he was already holding in his hands with dismay. “She can see them up there, right?”

“Not unless you want me to teach her how to use a ladder.”

“This is too many eggs. What was Maddie thinking?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one living with her,” Buck replied, around a mouthful of wafer.

The sound of a car pulling in the driveway brought an expression of panic to Chimney’s face and he started trying to shove the eggs into his pockets and down his shirt. “No! No, no, no. She wasn’t supposed to be back until six!”

“It’s six-fifteen.”

“Hide these!” Chimney shouted, picking up the buckets and shoving them at Buck. Eggs shook free as he did, falling to the cement patio and splitting open, scattering cookies and candy everywhere.

“Hide them where?” Buck asked. “You used up all the lawn!”

“Anywhere!”

“We’re home!” Maddie’s cheerful voice called from inside the house. “Someone saw Uncle Buck’s truck in the street and can’t wait to say hi!”

“Uh, Uncle Buck went home!” Chimney called back as Buck held up his hands and the buckets in a “come on” gesture. “He had to walk because he got very very drunk, but he’ll be back tomorrow. So there’s no reason to come out to the yard!”

“Howie?”

“I’m not here either!” Chimney shouted. “Daddy’s on vacation. No toddlers allowed. No. Stop! Don’t look!”

He flung his arms and legs out wide like a starfish and planted himself in front of the back door, eggs falling out of his clothes as he did.

“You went on vacation without me?” Maddie asked, appearing in the doorway without a baby on her hip.

Chimney deflated, dropping his arms, “Where’s Jee-Yun?”

“Trying on your slippers in the living room. What’s happening out here?”

“I think I’m getting easter egg elbow,” Buck answered. “Is that a thing?”

“It’s not a thing,” Chimney said.

“Are those-” Maddie frowned, opening the door to join them on the patio and get a better look at the yard. “Did you hide all of those eggs?”

With a sad sigh, Chimney said, “No. Not even close. Maddie, I know you wanted to make this special, but there’s just no way we can hide them all. We’d have to spread them out all over the whole neighborhood and you know I’d do that, but I just don’t think Jee’s got the attention span to-” He stopped, noticing the way that Maddie bit her lip to keep a smile from escaping and then looked again at the mess he and Buck had made of the yard.

“You didn’t actually want us to fill all of them, did you?”

Maddie shook her head and said, “They were on sale. I thought we could use some next year and some of them are always broken and, I don’t know. They were really cute. I didn’t want to choose.”

Coming in closer so she could take Chimney’s face in her hands and plant a kiss on his lips, Maddie added, “But I love how much you love our daughter. We are both so unbelievably lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have you too.”

“Okay, but what do we do with,” Buck lifted the buckets again. “All this? Because I don’t really think they’ll keep until next Easter.”

With a shrug, Maddie said, “Take them to work? I’m supposed to bring something for the dispatch pot luck anyway.”

“I’m sure Cap will be thrilled if I hide some of these on the engine.”

“Hey, it could come in handy,” Buck said, cracking open a yellow one and eating another cookie, somehow without dropping either of the buckets. “Having a stash like this on back to back calls. It’s better than protein bars.”

The smile Chimney gave him meant nothing good for Buck as he pulled the few remaining eggs out of his pockets and dropped them in the buckets that Buck was holding and said, “That’s a great idea. Why don’t you gather all these up so we can take them in? Just leave like one or two dozen for Jee to find in the morning.”

“Hey wait-”

“Did you get extra Chinese food for me?” Maddie asked.

“Please, have I ever let you down before?” Chimney replied.

“Guys!”

The screen door slammed shut over the rest of Buck’s protests and he sighed as another egg rolled off into the grass.

“They are on their own for Halloween,” he huffed to himself, grabbing another egg to munch on.

#911 fic #9-1-1 discord: writing challenge #allison writes

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Sourdough - A Baker's Dozen TedTalk

I’ve mentioned sourdough a few times in A Baker’s Dozen but I never dedicated a chapter to it even though it’s probably my personal favourite to bake. So to make up for that, I’m indulging in making a whole post about my other obsession, sourdough bread!

I love baking with sourdough because the process behind it is like magic to me. Flour, water and salt, three ingredients, and you can get the most delicious bread. The magic, unseen, ingredient is of course those wild yeast bacteria that live around us.

My mum was always the one who baked sweet things around the house when I was a kid, my dad made the bread. When he first got into it he produced bricks. You legit could’ve used some of his loaves as a foundation for a house. And I’ve produced my fair share of bricks in my baking career too… But he got better and for most of my life I had the luxury of having fresh, homemade bread for breakfast. That’s where my need to make my own bread came from and once I got past the novelty of being “allowed” to buy bread from the store after moving out of my parent’s house, I got into making my own bread pretty fast.

I started baking with sourdough about ten years ago when I stumbled on a blog about it. My first loaves were flat as pancakes and it took A WHILE before I graduated from baking in bread tins to managing to make loaves that actually held their shape. Sourdough dough does not behave like regular yeasted dough… But when I did manage to make my first proper levain, you know one of those beautiful golden loaves with nice holes and crunchy crust? I ate the whole loaf in one day. I couldn’t stop. Just butter, some sea salt and that was my food for the whole day. I’d never tasted bread so good. It’s tangy and flavourful in a way that yeasted bread just can’t imitate.

I’m no expert but here is how I make and manage my starter and my bread. Important to remember is that flour, water and climate, especially the humidity, has a HUGE effect on the dough and the bread. No recipe will have the same results and to a certain extent, it’s a process of trial and error and learning how to bake in YOUR kitchen.

In order to make sourdough, you need a starter and it’s surprisingly easy to make and maintain. I have a tiny starter, only about half a cup in size. The starter is your “yeast”, a small colony of yeast bacteria that you feed and culture so that you have enough for whatever you want to bake.

The starter takes about 5-7 days to make and once you have it, you can keep it in the fridge and just feed it before you want to bake.

So to make it you need:

Organic whole wheat flour, stone milled if you can find it.

Organic will contain more yeast spores and make the process easier. Don’t use old flour, check the expiration date of the flour you have at home. Flour can actually go rancid and wreck your bread.

Water

I use tap water but if you live somewhere with chlorinated water, use bottled water. The chlorination will kill all bacteria, the good and the bad.

A clean jar with a lid.

It doesn’t have to be a clear glass jar but it’s pretty handy because it makes it easy to see what’s going on.

Ok, now that we’ve got everything, let’s start.

Day 1 - Evening

1 tablespoon flour

2 tablespoons tepid water (roughly body temp, maybe a bit cooler)

The amount of water you need to add can vary depending on how your flour has been milled. The mixture should be like gruel, not porridge. If two tablespoons isn’t enough, add a little bit more water until you have a fairly loose and liquid slurry.

Mix together in the jar, put the lid on top but don’t screw the lid on. Leave for 48 hours in a warm place. Inside the oven (turned off) is a pretty good place.

You can check on your jar after 24 hours. It’s pretty liquid and should smell warm and a bit sweet, almost like honey. If you see any brighter colours in it, red, yellow, orange, I’m sorry, but you have to toss it. That’s mold and that’s not what we want. So throw it out, start again (this is one benefit of this method, all you lost was a tablespoon of flour).

Day 3 - Evening

Ok, so if your flour/water mix is looking good, a bit liquidy, maybe it’s separated a bit, maybe a bit bubbly and frothy, we’re all good for the next step.

Add 1 tablespoon of flour and mix in. Leave it overnight.

Day 4 - Morning

If the starter is on the right track now, you should begin to see small bubbles on the side of it, inside the glass jar. It should smell sour and yeasty, “bready”.

Add 2 tablespoons of flour and two tablespoons of water and mix it in. Leave until evening.

And that’s it! By evening you might/should see that there’s activity in the jar, bigger bubbles forming, the starter will rise up in the jar and expand, just like a dough. If it doesn’t, feed it 1 tablespoon of water and flour again and leave it overnight. Like I said at the beginning, lots of different factors are at play here so despite the fact that it’s all chemistry, it’s not an exact science (well it is, but since we can’t measure all the factors in each individual kitchen, we need to depend on a bit of trial and error).

So now you have a starter and can start playing around with making bread. I won’t go into that because there are so many good instructional videos online. I can really recommend Claire Saffitz’s video, I’ll link it below.

Obviously this starter is very small. Many recipes I’ve seen online call for much bigger starters and then discard half of it when they feed it but that always seems very wasteful to me. So what I do with my tiny little starter is just keep it in the fridge in its jar. When I plan on baking I take about 30 grams of starter and put it in a bowl and mix with 100g water and 100g strong bread flour. That is then the base for my bread the next day. To that mix I add whatever flour I’m baking with. The starter gets fed another tablespoon of flour and water and stays on my countertop overnight. That replenishes the starter and gives me enough for the next time I want to bake. In all, I usually have about 150-200 ml of starter in the fridge at any time.

If I’m not baking, the starter stays in the fridge. I’ve had it there for a month without feeding (I was away travelling) and when I got home, I just fed it like above and left it out overnight. I had to feed it a couple of times before it got back to full strength. But the yeast bacteria don’t seem to die very easily, they just go dormant and are easily revived with flour and water.

Fun fact, the actual science behind the yeast bacteria is that they eat the carbs in the flour and then convert that into energy and emit the gas carbon dioxide. The gluten strands in the dough traps that gas and makes the dough rise. So essentially, farts make the dough rise, tiny bacteria farts. I love science :D

What else did I want to say about sourdough? Oh yeah, TIME! Time will make your bread taste better! And this goes for regular yeasted bread too. By letting the dough cold proof in the fridge the yeast activity is slowed down but at the same time, flavour develops. With sourdough, you get a tangier, more sour bread. I usually keep my loaves in the fridge for 24 hours before baking them, same for my pizza dough.

So thanks for coming to my TedTalk about sourdough! It’s amazing and frustrating and a real pain sometimes but when you get it right and you get to cut into that perfect loaf that YOU MADE and it tastes better than anything you’ve had, that’s real magic.

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yuuxhan · 1 year

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A rough wind

Venti angst fic

It had been a lovely day in Mondstat, the sun had been out all day and the wind was just a perfect chill. Though by now, it was late afternoon and the sunset was just beginning. It casted a stunning orange/pink color in the sky, calling onlookers from high places like the cathedral and stromterror’s lair to watch in awe.

You had just finished your commissions for the day, finally! You were so relieved to be going home now after a long day of battles and commissions throughout Mondstat. But most of all you were excited to see your little bard at home, his welcoming face when he sees you at the door would always bring you joy. Though, something tells you today is quite off.. there’s something odd in the sky and it’s bothering you. urrently

Back at home.. we can say it hasn’t been a pretty day for the Anemo Archon. Things weren’t going as he hoped all day so he decided to come home earlier than expected. The two of you shared a small house in the city, venti figured when you arrived to mondstat that you didn’t have a place to stay, so he offered you a place with him.

The Anemo Archon had been sitting in the bedroom, his eyes glazed over with tears at the moment. When he first came in the room he was such in a state of trance from everything that’s happened today, it didn’t realize that this room.. this was the room he dare never to come in during the day.

This particular room had a long mirror but the dresser, he swore to never come in here unless it’s fully nighttime and he can’t see anything, or unless you’re here to help him. But today was unexpected, his eyes were bloodshot red and he sat in a pool of broken glass, he had gotten so frustrated and overwhelmed with him emotions that he couldn’t contain himself anymore. “It’s not me.. that’s not me.. she doesn’t love me.. why does it have to be him..” those words kept playing over and over in his mind. He was terrified.. terrified of you knowing the truth, the truth that this isn’t his own body, he knew the nameless bard isn’t him and it made him feel worse, he wanted you to love him. The bard’s body shook and trembled on the floor, his hands clenched, covered in small red spots from smashing the mirror. He layed there helplessly until he heard a voice by the door, the voice seemed to snap him out of his trance and back into reality. With all his might he stood up almost immediately, slipping on the glass… it was you. “W-wind..blume?” His voice cracked, it was shaky and dry. Upon seeing this, your eyes widened at the scene displayed in front of you, you were surprised to see what was going on, you never expected this from him. “Venti…?” Your voice was quiet and full of shock.

Without any hesitation you ran over to him in worry, but before you could make it his wobbly knees fell to the ground and he let out a sob. Your hands cleared the glass around you two, you got a few cuts, wincing in pain but you weren’t focusing on that right now, your attention was towards the bard who was now sobbing in front of you. His face looked pale which was a rare sight, his blue strands of hair were glowing through the dim light, looking as if they were leaking elemental power from him. “Hey..” your voice cracked out once again as you moved to sit beside him, putting your arm around his weeping body. As soon as Venti felt some warmth from you he leaned into your shoulder a bit, enough for you to pull him into a hug. “Breath… breath, love..” you whispered in his ear. Your hand went to rub his back gently, going under his cape onto his white shirt below. The bard’s hands slowly went from his face to your shoulder, he finally gave in. He got the warm, comforting touch he was longing for all day, his body still shook but after hearing your words, he tried to do his best to take deep breaths.. but they came out as shaky sobs. “I’m sorry… I’m s..sorry.. I can’t be like.. him..” he cried. Him? Who’s him? Your mind couldn’t focus again.. who was venti talking about? You didn’t want to ask but it felt like you needed to, to understand why he was feeling this way. “Who do you mean..?” Your voice came out gentle to him. Venti pulled away from the hug, his hands gripping your shoulder tightly as he needed it for support, to not collapse on the ground. “Nameless.. bard..” he managed to choke out, his eyes avoiding your gaze as it was focused on your lap. You’ve heard of this name before, you’ve heard of the story from him.. the nameless bard who died 500 years ago in battle.. venti’s only close friend back then. You were finally able to understand what was happening now.. Venti was feeling self conscious again. It was a common feeling that occurs to him every now and then, and you’d always reassure him.. but this time was different. This time it felt stronger. It was no wonder the mirror was broken, he must’ve seen the reflection of his dead friend.

Venti’s sobs got louder he was no longer able to hold himself up anymore and had slid down to your thighs, curling his body ontop of them, you were his only source of comfort at the moment, the pure bliss he needed. “Venti..” you finally spoke up again, your hand gently rested on his face as you started stroking his warm cheek with your thumb. “Do you know why I fell in love with you..?” You asked him. There was no response from the bard other than his cries, his hand held yours on his cheek. “Because you’re you..” you continued. “You’re Venti the bard..~ A famous singer and poet known across all of Mondstat.. your fun, cherry personality.. the way you care for others so much.. the way your heart yearns for freedom.” You took a break for a second, glancing down at him you found his sobs subsided but he was still whimpering and tearing on your legs. “That’s you.. that’s all you.. that’s your personality.” You paused again.

“That’s why you’re special~…” you practically whispered that last part, your hands stroking his soft dark blue hair. You felt him stir on your lap, moving closer to you so that he was sitting on your lap.. he needed as much of you as he could get. “But..how am I special.. if I can’t even face my own pain.. I can’t even call myself a god..” his voice sounded pained as he spoke, his hands shaking and clinging onto your shirt. “Love..” you spoke again, your hands wrapped around his body once more, keeping him safe and secure from the outside world. “That just makes you more human.” It seems like your words struck him, his eyes softened, all that could be heard was his sniffles while he calmed in your arms, his hair now a mere dim light, reflecting his emotions. “I…” he was able to take a deep breath.. and then another, soon able to find peace in your embrace. “You’re.. right.. maybe I’m overthinking this..” he couldn’t find any words to say before he was interrupted by your voice once more. “That’s alright.. You have a valid reason to be.. but I can assure you Venti and the bard are two different people..” your face nuzzled softly into his. “I love you, Venti..” Your soft voice warmed his ears, melting into your embrace, he let out his last sad whimper which turned into a restful face. He had shut his eyes and stayed like that for quite some time, feeling loved.. and safe. With just a few words of reassurance and a warm embrace, he nodded off into a sleep, tired from a long day, he snored softly into your neck.

That night was a warm one for you both.. after he let his emotions off, he was struck with exhaustion and slept in your arms. You made sure he was fully asleep before you carefully moved him to the bed, taking off his heavy clothing like his cape and shoes for him to sleep easier. Quickly sweeping away the broken glass as quietly as you could, you threw them in the trash before making your way to the bed as well. You layed down right beside him as easy as you could, not to spook him. Getting under the covers with him, your arms brought him closer to you which made him stir again, opening his eyes to look at you. “Windblume..?” He mumbled in his groggy voice. Your hand went to the back of his head, reassuring him that you were there. “I’m right here, Love..~” you whispered back, holding him tightly, his calm demeanor made him smile softly as you both fell sound asleep for the rest of the night. “Sleep well.. my dear..~”

#genshin impact #genshin #venti #venti x reader #venti angst #genshin x reader

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Someone great 💚P2💚

Loki x Divorced!Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, eventual smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x

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If there was a chance, even the slightest possibility that a woman’s vagina could literally close up from being unused, you were near certain you’d suffer that affliction. You felt like a virgin again from your lack of sex life. Times like these, practically seconds away from ovulating, you missed Bucky. He was always so adventurous in bed, trying new positions, buying little toys; sometimes sleeping with him felt sinful. There was something truly iniquitous about how Bucky would moan in your ear, praising every fibre of your being right before he came. The way he held you against him as his hips would change to a gentle rock was addicting. You truly loved Bucky and you were sure he loved you too. Now he was giving those perfect strokes to Alexis and for some reason, now you were pissed about it.

“Oh yeah.” You sighed aloud as you felt a slight twinge of pain in your stomach, you were ovulating.

Regardless of whether or not you felt like your uterus was being torn in half by the horn of a goat, as a woman, you had to still ensure that everything was looked after and that all duties were fulfilled. Before the divorce, when you and Bucky lived together, he’d run you a bath whilst he made dinner and put Olivia to bed but considering you were divorced and he had moved out, there was no time for long hot baths and dinner in bed. Instead, you had to pop an aspirin and get to work. Bellyache, no time to rest you’ve got to clean the house. Headache, no time to sit and have a glass of water, you had to make dinner. Cramps that made you want to scream at the top of your lungs, no time for that, you have to get Olivia to bed. Maybe after you could do all of the above, hopefully with the addition of a handsome man.

Once Olivia was finally tucked in, you were able to collapse on the couch in front of the TV with a hot water bottle and a glass of whine. You spent about ten minutes scrolling through Netflix before you found a show to watch. Settling in, you spent a whole five minutes paying attention to the show before you decided to scroll through Instagram. A fact that you had come to terms with pretty quickly was that regardless of what happened between you and Bucky, you’d be in each other’s life’s for good. You shared a child who you coparented. That’s the reason the divorce wasn’t messy, for Olivia’s sake. You kept the house and your business whilst Bucky moved out and had to pay you a large sum of money which was customary when the spouse was a lying bastard, but we’ll get to that later. Because of the fact that you would always be in each others life’s and that the divorce was pretty tidy, you didn’t feel the need to unfollow him from Instagram which was something you regretted wholeheartedly when a picture of him and Alexis came up on your feed. Your natural instinct was to throw your phone into the fire and run out of the house and into the woods but instead you—

“Ugh.” You reeled, looking at the picture. The last thing you wanted to be was the bitter ex but Alexis was simply just the worst and you were ovulating, you were allowed to be a little moany. Talking of moany, did Bucky also moan in her ear whilst he came now? “Bitch.” You scoffed, scrolling away only to roll your eyes when the next post was an ad for a dating sight. The whole idea of online dating always seemed strange to you however right now, the ad seemed inviting. You wouldn’t have to actually meet anyone, you could have a conversation, a sexy conversation hopefully. Smiling to yourself, you downloaded the app before scrolling through the profiles. Did all guys suddenly become attractive or was your body simply just trying to reproduce?

You made a profile with vague information about yourself as well as a blurry picture before you started speaking to singles in your area, all of which were miles away after typing in a different city from the one you lived in. You spoke to a couple of guys, nothing past tedious conversations until one of them hit you with a dick pic. When the image popped up on your screen, you felt slightly repulsed at the intrusion before you didn’t. You looked at the picture, not too bad you thought as you bit your lip before realising what the actual problem was. You had to get laid and soon before you’d flee your house in search of Anthony who lived well over ten miles away from you.

Putting your phone down, you focused back onto the show as someone typed a green heart emoji. Your eyes widened as remembrance of the funeral a week ago dawned on you. Loki. Loki Loki Loki. He did seem pretty adamant that he wanted to go on a date which was code for he’d rail you so hard you’d have to claim on the health insurance. Smiling to yourself, you decided you’d message him, what’s the worst that could happen.

Y/N: Hey Loki it’s y/n

You waited eagerly, biting your lip as the three little dots appeared on the chat. He was definitely eager and you were one step closer to sex city.

Loki💚: Hey y/n, how have you been?

Horny, so fucking horny

Y/N: I’m great thanks, how are you?

Loki💚: Happy now that you’ve messaged me 😉

Cheeky bugger

Y/N: Glad I could make you happy 😘

Yes, a kissy face, the universal code for fuck me

Loki💚: I was wondering, would you ever want to grab a drink. You know, if you have the time?

Y/N: Sure, I’d like that

Loki💚: Great, when are you free?

Right now

Y/N: Does tomorrow work for you?

You sent the message, biting your nails in the hope that you didn’t sound desperate. Despite really wanting to see Loki tomorrow, you actually were pretty busy after tomorrow plus Bucky had Olivia tomorrow.

Loki💚: Tomorrow sounds perfect x

Perfect

“Don’t worry vag, tomorrow, we attack.” You smiled down at yourself before opening a packet of children’s crisps. The perks of being a mother.

A/N: my apologies, I feel like this fic is a little crude 😂 I quite like it though so if you’re following along, I hope you like it too.

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@mischief2sarawr @lokisninerealms @lokisgoodgirl @lokiprompts @trickster-maiden @el-zef @lulubelle814 @mochie85

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki au #loki smut #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader smut #bucky x female reader

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youngjusticeslut · 1 year

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Hey there! How are you doing?? Do you need more suggestions? How about Will's reaction to finding out that Jade is on Rehab Island?

Hi Chica! Love seeing you in my askbox ❤️

"I have to tell you something."

The words had broken the comfortable silence between Artemis and Will. Both were in the midst of their domestic evening routine. Will had just finished putting Lian to bed and was now sliding the evening's dinner into glass containers. Artemis was grading papers at the kitchen table. Neither of them usually spoke at this hour; this was an hour for peace, and reflection, and being left alone in their thoughts as they recovered from the day's events. It works for them.

Will looks up from preserving tonight's spaghetti in a container with a bright green lid, confused by the disruption of the silence. "Okay. Is it about Lian?"

"No."

"The team?"

"Also no."

"You okay?"

"I'm fine."

Will nods. "Okay then." With those three primary concerns out of the way, his shoulders slightly relax. "The way you'd said it sounded scary."

Artemis is scared. She'd left Jade on Infinity Island a month ago, and she still hadn't breathed word of it to Will. At first she hadn't planned on telling him. Talking about Jade was a mixed bag of outcomes. If he was prepared, or if the subject was light, he could take it without batting an eye. But sometimes, like when Lian asks them if Jade still remembers her, Will clams up. His complexion turns white, and Artemis knows he has to keep himself together in Lian's presence. She'd find him awake all night afterwards, unable to sleep.

Hence, the prospect of telling Will about their little adventure terrified her. The longer she kept silent, the heavier the guilt sat on her chest, pressing just a bit more every day until she had to force herself to remember to breathe. After weeks of this, she buckled down and decided that she was going to come out and tell him. Tonight.

Artemis stands from the table and busies herself by getting a glass of water. She's stalling, and Will knows it. But he knows her well enough not to mention anything, and gives her space. He places the spaghetti in the fridge and busies himself by starting the dishes.

"Do you remember the mission I went on last month?" Artemis asks, gripping the glass of water in her palms.

"The Metropolis thing?"

"No." Her voice lodges in her throat, unwilling to move. She takes a short breath and sip of water before speaking again. "The one I got pretty banged up on. With Orphan, and Cassandra Savage and Onyx."

"Oh." Will doesn't look up from the dishes, but nods thoughtfully. "I remember. It took you a while to come back from that one. I don't think you ever really told me what happened."

"That's because... I was with Jade."

Artemis hears him stop scrubbing. She waits for him to say something, anything. But Will remains silent. The silence that had once been comfortable is now laced with daggers of tension, threatening to impale their peace at any wrong turn.

"She was here."

This surprises her. By the time Will had returned home that night, Jade had been long gone. Artemis had looked over the house three times to ensure she'd covered up any potential traces that could have led him to believe that Jade was there.

"You knew?"

Will turns off the sink and faces Artemis, crossing his arms. "I had a feeling. I always know when she comes home." His face is a mixture of expressions that Artemis can't quite make out. "But she didn't stay." He lets out a long breath, his eyes clouding over. "She never stays."

"She's on Infinity Island," Artemis blurts before she can register what she's saying and properly stop herself. Something about his eyes, so longing and dejected made her say it. Based on the way he's looking at her now, she knows she should have led into it.

"Infinity Island. Why?"

"Because... I left her there."

"You what?"

Artemis holds up her hands. "I know, it sounds bad. Just let me explain."

And so she does. She tells him everything. The conversation with her mom ("Paula knew?"), the mission, Jade wanting to speak with them but running away once she saw them on the call ("She was there? She was there on the call and you didn't tell me?"), and finally, Infinity Island.

Will is silent for a long time when she finishes speaking. He's angry with her. There's the possibility that he's angry enough to kick her out, so she's mentally preparing for that outcome and bracing herself for his wrath. She's ready for the screaming, too. If someone had witheld information about someone she loved-- if someone, anyone, had kept a secret from her about Wally...

"I can't believe you left her there."

"Neither can I," Artemis admits. "But you hadn't seen her. She was suicidal, Will. She'd gotten to a point where--"

"You had no right!" Will is trembling, his fists clenched so hard they've turned white. "I should have been there, you should have told me."

Artemis scoffs. "I have every right! I am her sister, I know her!"

"And I don't? Artemis, I'm her husband."

The words crash down on Artemis like a bucket of frigid water. In truth, she'd forgotten. The term "brother in law" was so common to her, she'd forgotten what it actually meant.

Will sinks down into a chair opposite her at the table and slides a hand down his face. "I could have done something. I should have been there. You should have told me."

"I know." Artemis agrees, leaning back in her seat. "I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking?"

"I das thinking about you. And I was thinking about Lian and just, I didn't want to hurt you!" It's true. But it's her latest thought that makes her eyes water despite herself. "I wanted to bring her home. I tried, Will. I tried."

Will grabs her hand and squeezes it. There's still anger in his expression, but there's something else, too. Sadness. Understanding. "I know. I want her home too."

#young justice #artemis crock #will harper #jade nguyen #redcat #yj #young justice phantoms #ariel's writing #didn't expect this one to be so in depth #but I got inspired #and I really like how this one turned out

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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UEHRGEEHSA AAAAAAAA SO THE MOONLIGHT THEIF AU FROM @jackplushie (credits to them btw) HAVE BEEN STUCK ON MY MIND AND I WAS HAVING THOUSANDS OF IDEAS ABOUT BUT HERE'S ONE THAT BOOSTED OUT OF MY SYSTEM

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tw: depiction of violence

today is pretty normal, traffic on roads, streets or bus stops filled with people, busy cafes and other food chains, tv shops filled with news showcasing about the Moonlight Thief's new stolen thing last night

a expensive jewelry box full of rare gemstones and accessories was stolen that said came from a savannah kingdom of some second prince

you couldn't care less who's it from

if anything fancied your eyes, it'll be yours

You smirked, seeing your alias on the news isn't new to you but the reaction of those rich bastards worried about their own belongings and their stressed reactions are boosting your ego to keep you to continue what you're doing

that's what happens when you let your guards slack off, something important from you would be stolen if you aren't aware of your surroundings or the something you are guarding

you walk away from the tv store after another exclusive news appeared after about the Moonlight Thief

you hum as you sigh, that night was a bit of a struggle to you, it really wasn't easy to get past those lady guards from savannah, they were bulky and they seemed strong enough to crush your bones so you have to be REALLY careful on your moves to not appear suspicious at all

although it was easy to trick the guards from this country, they were dumb enough to believe in your reasons in a disguise of a housekeeper why you have to be in the prince's chambers when he isn't even there

sneaking the jewelry box out was difficult too, you don't know if you'll put your note of taking it or taking the box itself out of the building first and then leaving your note

it all went well though, everything went smooth, you leave your MT signature note behind as you snuck out of his room with your housekeeping cart with the box inside.

now you have a free fancy looking box, even though you can't keep its remains the "Crow" have given you full authority of the fancy box, you have to paint it over though if anyone comes barging in your apartment and found it, you'd be screwed for a whole month.

despite the fact that you give all the remains to the crow, that doesn't mean you are always supposed to follow him, and another note is that he already have more than enough of your stolen treasures meaning you could take a flimsy bracelet and he wouldn't even notice and even if he does, he wouldn't want his best thief to resign or get arrested because of a bracelet wouldn't he?

if anything fancied your eyes, it'll be yours after all

raising your hand, the thing dangles on your wrist

yes, it is risky if you wear this out on public but who would actually thought that it was one of that Moonlight Thief stolen things from the news? they wouldn't know unless they're really paying attention on what the box contains instead of the news that they can see the underneath of the piled fine stones and accessories to see the bracelet, plus you thought it kinda looks good on you

you admire the little stone hanging on the bracelet but got completely distracted by a loud grunting of a man exiting a cafe near you

you look over the glass, the workers seemed to be stressed out and the floor infront of the counter is splattered with the coffee

"can't even get a order right, they shouldn't be working if they are clumsy at this, hell i could even do their own work properly" he snorted wiping his mouth off of the coffee he drank

you clicked your tounge, slowly you walk towards him

"Hey!! what's your problem!?" you ignore him continuing to walk away from the fuming man, you just have to accidentally bumped into him near his unguarded pocket, snatching the wallet and car keys out and quickly shoving them into your coat when he isn't looking anymore

jackpot, he's filthy loaded

but you really have nothing to do with these things plus he just only was getting on your nerves so

he deserves this--

"i saw that"

you stopped, you turn your head towards the speaker behind you

a light-skinned guy of average height. His hair is mostly sandy-blonde, but a darker blonde color fades in from the top of his head

he was in a blue police officer uniform, a yellow bandana hangs on his arm implying he must be on a morning patrol shift, he grinned as he eyes the wallet and keys on your hands

you have been found out

you glare, you throw the wallet and keys towards him and he catched it perfectly in time

"man i was about to let you off since that guy just spewed something really offensive about low class workers that I don't even feel like returning these to him but i guess you also did a right thing by giving it back shishishi" you two seem to agree about ruining that guy's mood but you have already thrown the wallet and keys to him and that he is a police officer he might actually return it to that guy. bummer

you were about to walk away from him as he swiftly strode over you and grasped your hand with the bracelet on and taking a closer look at it

trying to break free might stir a suspicion from this guy, it'll put your job on danger if he notices anything weird about you

"hmm? i seem to recognize this bracelet, have i seen this before?" he brought your hand closer to his face, you gulp, he couldn't have know... could he?

but what if he does? should you make a excuse? should you end him right now or cause some brain damage so his memory would be jammed about you?

"ah!! it's one of that fancy prince's jewel thing from the tv!! too bad it got stolen by that famous thief though...." your heart beat faster, stancing you harden your knuckles about pounce your fists on him--

"this is a good imitation, never knew fake things could really go the looking like the real thing shishishi" he lets go of your hand and you unclenches your fist slowly

you breath out of relief and massaged the arm he held, the bracelet slid off inside of the sleeve of your coat completely hiding from the eyes of the world including yours

now that he's closer to you, you can see the pinned badge on his chest that has "Ruggie" embedded on it

you mutter his name by reading the badge

"yup that's me, remember that name cuz I'll be the one who's gonna catch that moonlight thief" he boldly claims infront of the Moonlight Thief themself in disguise of a modern civilian

you chuckled, the idea of him trying to catch you or chasing you around would be so fun if he's ever assigned in one of your designated place of treasures

you tell him you'll remember his words, you'd like to see him try after all

he might not be someone you should be cautious of nor he seemed to recognize that the bracelet you're wearing is the real deal, but he's still a police officer he might see something and still arrest you if he needed

you leave him be, walking away from him to a safe distance just as soon he shouted at you

"Hey!! by the way I'm keeping one of the stones from your bracelet, hope ya don't mind!!" he ran away as fast as he could from you leaving you astounded and mouth agape

he was interesting

you hope that if he tries to sell that stone he would realiy that you are the Moonlight Thief, because you know what you'll do if you ever meet him again

hopefully he won't try to arrest you though

because it won't be so bad to hire someone like him who have very sticky fingers as you

a/n: i love Kaito Jeanne and Kaitou Kid (kind of based from this au) and this au reminds me so much of it THATS ANOTHER REASON WHY I WROTE THIS EYEUAUAAAAAAA, i am so sorry if you spot some mistskes on this, my mind was still hazy from the idea pour earlier

#moonlight au #twst moonlight au #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie bucchi x reader

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