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romanianseba · 2 years

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Just A Walk

What happens when you wake up on your dad's best friend's bed come morning? Is he as unyielding as he constantly seems to be?

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: age gap, reader is twenty (bucky is thirty-nine), sexual tension, mentions of sex, explicit content, smutty smut, dirty talk, adult talk, fluff ?? 18+ only

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: pov: after reading all those countless dbf!bucky fics, now you're wondering what would actually happen the morning after you let the spark start the fire with your dad's best friend.

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hello! a pretty chill, hot, fluffy lil fic that I hope you enjoy very much!!!!!, makes you smile, inspires you, whatever. love you guys thanks for staying around and always being so kind to me<3 let me know what you think ????!!!! (this has been on my drafts for months cause i had plans to continue but.... hehe)

"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out groggy, thick with sleep as you pat hair out of your face and rub your eyes.

He stands at the other side of the room. Giving you only a side glance that last a second when you speak. Right before diving back into his task at hand; looking for whatever he wants to take from his dresser.

And if you were a bit more awake and on your senses you wouldn't have missed the way he literally froze when he realized he had woken you up.

"I'm going for a walk," He replies, sounding distant and avoiding eye contact with you as he goes to sit on the edge of the bed to put socks on.

A harsh contrast to the intense eye contact he had going on a few hours ago as he railed you on his mattress. Two rough fingers inside your mouth while he hold your face in place, forcing you to keep your eyes on his with each hard trust of his hips.

"Right now? Today?" You push on your elbows to take a look at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, confirming your suspicion that it is, in fact, before sunrise.

"Yes."

You frown, your student brain unable to understand why.

"Why?" Why?

Why this early?

Why at 5:30 AM on bloody Sunday?

He chuckles under his breath, tying his sneakers fast, "I have a routine, baby."

"I see that," You mutter absently, your mind already taking a moment to just take the man in.

He's glorious. It's difficult for you to think of a more beautiful man. Even when your imagination is so vivid and can get so creative, you couldn't possibly create a person in your head that rivals his beauty.

It doesn't come close to a magazine male model, it's far better.

Bucky's though and raw, with imperfect hot features, unedited; he's real.

Right in front of you; you are in his bed; and you can't wrap your head around it.

His long bed hair tangling in every direction, some rebel strands falling over his face. The comfy thick sweatpants he's now wearing; very innocent, except they're hanging dangerously low on his hips. So low, your thighs squeeze together as you briefly take sight of his happy trail while he slips on a sweater and his white t-shirt riddles up for a second.

And he notices. Of course he notices.

And he gives in. Finally looking you down, laying on his bed, taking in your naked form under his sheets.

Your attention perks up and you feel vaguely more awake when you catch his eyes on you, finally. Your heart skips a beat when he takes you in.

Just like yesterday night.

And you can almost see the flashbacks swimming in his head. Your small body squirming under his. Flashbacks that you both share now. His big thick fingers buried deep inside your warm and tight center, working you wonderfully. Flashbacks from the night you two finally ignored all the logical reasons both your heads had on why you shouldn't fuck each other and gave in to each other's fantasies. His experienced tongue and fingers making you come undone beneath him once or twice before finally taking you.

All the scenes running quickly through his mind —allowing you to fall sleep over his chest afterwards, and not getting that much sleep at all himself— taking him to the present moment.

Your body blinding all his common sense again. After finally knowing how good it feels in his hands, how soft, he was all the more eager to touch you again. Your legs tightly shut and a hint of a smile tugs at his mouth seeing the effect he has on you; a little, sweet, innocent–looking, beautiful girl.

Half his age... and his best friend's daughter.

Suddenly his eyes rip from you, like a coming out of a fantasy, like a bubble has been popped. And he's back to staring at the floor and avoiding your existence in his room. In his bed.

Your heart drops.

But your lips keep the little, youthful, stupid smile that has been there since yesterday night when you sneaked into his house at midnight. With high hopes and an aching cunt, and he didn't kick you out.

What confused you the most was not his distant attitude, but his very active demeanor so early in the morning, he looked fresh and fully awake. Something you were still trying to cope with, your eyes begging you to close them again.

And how does he do it when you, unbeknownst to anyone, clearly see his lights going off well past midnight each day? Staying up till late watching YouTube videos from your bed while keeping an eye on Bucky's bedroom, who's window was conveniently aligned with yours from the house next door.

"How come you wake up so early when you go to sleep so late most days?"

"Like I said, I have a routine," He states firmly as he goes to grab one last piece of clothing to keep warm outside in the already freezing autumn weather. "You better go back home before your parents find out you're not in bed." His voice is firm and authoritarian.

And your insides tighten because that's just how he sounded yesterday when he asserted his dominance over you.

"Don't fucking move."

"Bucky," You whimpered, pussy already sensitive and abused, stubble burning your thighs deliciously as he licked his way through your second orgasm. "Please... please, just– just take me already."

He growled, hands strongly pinning down your hips, "I'm gonna fucking take you whenever I feel like it."

You'll be lying if you said that alone didn't make you so damn wet again.

"I wanna go on a walk with you." Throwing the soft white sheets off your body, you stand up hastily.

"What?" Is his immediate response. Eyes snapping back to your side of the room. "No."

That word alone like a warning.

"Yes, I want to." You persist, enthusiastically.

"You have to get to your house."

His tone of voice is dead serious, but his brain is losing it every passing second as he watches you stand there naked. Eyes burning holes all over your body.

"I love walks."

Trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze on your skin, you reach to pick up your abandoned underwear thrown by his desperate hands onto the floor hours ago. Panties going quickly up your legs and clasping your bra before he speaks again.

It takes all the will power he's ever mustered to tear his eyes from you and pace around the room, gathering his stuff to leave as soon as possible. "You can't come with me. Save a moment to go by yourself later– after you've had breakfast, I don't know."

His voice still assertive, but now there's a desperate edge to his tone; his logic trying to convince himself this is a bad idea, trying come up with stuff to stop him from spending more time with you.

"Please," You beg lightheartedly, Unbothered about his seriousness, slipping the pair of sweatpants and old shirt you wore to sneak out of your house back on and being thankful for your outfit choice. Which will not serve as excuse to not go on a walk, you'll be covered enough against the early morning cold.

Knowing it wouldn't be a matter of seeing you wearing revealing clothes for Bucky anymore you had chosen to go with comfiness over looking appealing. Truth be told, he would've taken you even if you were wearing a potato bag with how long you both had dragged the teasing and tension between each other.

Fully dressed, you continue your persuasion. "It should be fun. Besides it's Sunday, they won't be up till later."

He stops abruptly when reaching to unplug his charging phone, deciding he's had enough. Turning back to face you, this time he makes sure to look into your eyes.

"Listen, doll, we're not–" He cuts himself short, deciding he doesn't want to just be a jerk and possibly hurt your feelings.

Slowly scanning your soft, young face and wide eyed expectant expression, he takes a few short calming breaths. Decisive but softer this time, he continues. "We should've talked about this earlier. You shouldn't have even stayed the night over. We're not a couple, alright? We..."

"I know about casual sex, Bucky." You cut him off in a know-it-all tone of voice, close to rolling your eyes at him.

He strides closer, stopping right in front of you. Fresh mint breath fanning on your face with how close his frame looms over yours, big and tall.

The exasperate fire picking up in his voice and expression again.

"Then you understand that you going on a walk with me, suddenly being part of my routine, after casual sex, would imply more than that."

You know how he feels. And, deep down, of course you feel stupid, too. But you're not ready to leave him alone in his misery. You're not ready to be alone in yours.

And you definitely want more of him. Having experienced last night you know sex will never be the same for you, not if it's not with Bucky. And you won't risk having him push you away so soon.

Thankfully for both of you, he was one of the very few people you trusted with your life and his rage didn't make you feel unsafe. Maybe flinch a bit, maybe if you were completely honest it turned you on a bit; but it certainly didn't make you feel at risk at all.

So even when you're not usually argumentative, or the most confident person, and would have already given up with basically everyone else; meekly giving them the reason, you refuse to right now. And it's possibly the most stubborn moment of your life.

"C'mon, everyone can go on a walk. You think it's a Bucky Barnes thing?" You scoff and tease him playfully. "We just happen to be two people that know each other and decided to go and have a walk together for not having anything else to do this bloody early in the morning. I can't go back to sleep and I'm going on a walk, too." Your gaze is challenging now.

Bucky Barnes was convinced that your stubborn and sometimes confident personality was going to add five years to his life and suck five from him at the same time.

Jaw tightly clenched and a very faint spark of amusement in his eye, he growls lowly.

"You don't fucking give up, do you?"

The eye contact you had manage to keep falters and you swallow, suddenly becoming nervous. Your naturally nonconfrontational and calm state of existing unable to maintain the confident facade for longer.

"I— uhm, I promise I won't talk much, won't bother you." You mumble.

His hard features soften immediately, voice a gentle whisper as he shakes his head.

"You don't fucking bother me when you speak, doll," His eyes searching for yours to insist on it; "Get that out of your pretty head."

He lets out a long and tired sigh, stepping away briefly to reach into his reach-in closet and a drawer before approaching you again.

"Here," He hands you a coat and goes to roll a beanie down your head. "Don't want you to catch a cold.

You can't hide your gleeful smile when you realize he's allowed you to join him.

"Thanks."

"This won't happen again." He announced, his hands arranging the warm blue beanie over your head.

Your smile falters a bit, looking up to him, a knot going up your throat causing you to stammer.

"What? This..."

"What? Are you worrying I won't fuck you again, dirty little thing?" His smirk is smug and self-satisfied.

A calloused palm goes up to the side of your neck as he, very slowly, leans down to gravelly whisper in your ear. "You felt too good to give that up so soon, sweet cheeks."

His intention clear to torture you. The innocent, feather-like lick and tug of his teeth at your earlobe confirm it to you.

Facing you again, he stares for a while; blue eyes locked on yours, his nose an inch from yours. Small baby face against his older, mature one. Your mouth goes dry.

"It's the last time you beg to do anything else with me that is not screw around. And as soon as we come back you're slipping your ass back to bed." A pause, "Your own."

You can't argue back on that.

"Fine."

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"Where are we going on your bike? The park's two blocks from here."

Trailing behind him into the garage, you frown when you see him taking his big, stunning, motorcycle ready.

"Not going there today. I see Mr. Wilson and a few others walking there every day. I don't want any nosy neighbors running their mouths to your dad about it." His answer is fast, like it's a thought that's been going around his head all this time.

Holding a bike helmet in each hand, he approaches you again.

"This shouldn't be weird. I mean, you're always at my house. People know you're basically an uncle to me." You express mindlessly, finding it funny that he wants to avoid you in public all of a sudden.

"Stop," He hisses through gritted teeth and closes his eyes, focusing on breathing calmly through his nose after the guilt-ridden mental slap he just experienced with what you said. "Just– do not say that again."

"Okay," You say just above a whisper, biting your tongue before he regrets letting you go with him.

Sighing he places one helmet on top of the almost sparkling seat of his bike and lifts his hands to help you into the other one. Carefully covering your head with the heavy black material and doing all the safety checks himself; making sure it's comfortable and placed correctly.

His eyes fall on yours after he's pleased with it, hands resting on each side of your head; over the helmet. You stare back, like suddenly being trapped under a spell. His eyes are gentle this time, and the moment feels so intimate, so warm and lovely, you feel heat warming your cheeks.

Just two people who are madly attracted to each other, staring into each other's soul... at least that's how it feels to you. Lasting both an eternity and simply not enough.

Breaking the spell, popping the bubble, slapping you out of a daze; you jump a little, getting startled when he slides the helmet faceshield down.

Ending the intimate eye contact and the spell you were both in.

"Is it comfortable?" He ask, and you're glad to realize he too sounds slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, just a little heavy." You breathe out. "But it's okay."

He nods, his thumb wiping away a dusty spot on the black tinted faceshield. A light frown, caused probably by intense overthinking, permanent on his handsome face.

"Good."

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sunflowerskies00 · 10 days

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bet my heart, part 4

bluebirds are gonna sing

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I stare at the clothes I’m supposed to change into. I should be wearing them already, I just liked waiting until the last possible moment to put them on. I slide the black sparkling bodysuit up my body before going for the black denim shorts. Those were also sparkly, thanks to rhinestones. The white boots are last. I slide a pair of socks over the tights covering my legs and then finish with the boots.

“Oh thank god,” Lucy, my manager, walks into the room. “I thought I was going to come in and you wouldn’t be ready, and then I’d have to do the whole fake yell at you thing,” she says. “You need to get your in-ears and then your box and mic, you’re up in like ten,” she ushers me out of the dressing room and I’m being swarmed by people getting me ready to go. I shake out my arms a few times, rolling my head from side to side before putting my in-ears in. I crawl into the little hole under the stage before standing up. I hear the countdown start as the platform starts to rise. I raise my mic up to my lips and roll my shoulders one more time before starting to sing.

I finish the song and there’s a grin across my face. “Hello Toronto,” the crowd is screaming. “My name is Sage Pierce, thank you so much for being here tonight,” more screaming. I let my eyes scan over the crowd, my smile widening. This was the dream, everything I had worked for, and every night I'm reminded of how lucky I am that my dreams worked out, how lucky I am to be standing on the stage. I let the screaming die down a little bit before talking about my next song.

If we were being honest, 90% of my songs were inspired by Quinn and the feelings I had for him. I was pretty sure he hadn't caught on to that yet, I'm pretty sure the only person who really knew that my songs were about my hockey-playing best friend, was Jack. He caught on to the more than friend's feelings almost as soon as they started.

Jack always told me I needed to get over the fear I was harboring and just blurt out that I was in love with his brother, but that would be putting over two decades of friendship on the line and I wasn't ready for that to end because of a possibility of him not feeling the same way I did.

As the screams die down, I pull myself from my thoughts and bring my microphone back up to my lips.

"So, you might know that I have a thing for having guests at my shows, guests that I have songs out with so it's only right to bring them on stage and sing them with me," I pause for a brief second. "Anyways, I hear a lot about how it's really only the US I do that in, and it's not wrong, so I decided to bring one of those guests with me to Canada," the screaming gets louder. "This person and I have a song coming out together very very soon, so you're the first people that get to hear it, ladies and gentlemen, Riley Green," I glance to the side to see him walking out from backstage, guitar in hand, playing along as my band starts to play.

As much as I loved performing with people that I had songs out with, a lot of speculations and rumors would come with that. My mom liked to tell me that I had chemistry with everybody and that it was just my personality. Every time I performed with a man, rumors would fly the next day about how I was sleeping with him, or we were dating, or something else along those lines. I wasn't dumb enough to think there wouldn't be rumors after this performance, the song was literally about sex. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. But that didn't mean I wanted to sleep with the guy, sure, he had beautiful arms, and a nice face, but the only man I was interested in sleeping with was the hockey-playing best friend of mine.

I somehow make it through the song without fucking up, even with my mind swimming with 8 million thoughts, it was a talent to be able to focus on anything besides the words while I was singing, and I was so glad I was able to do it sometimes. I give Riley a hug before he leaves the stage, leaving me to finish up the show before going to see my friends.

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NOTE: this is such a filler so I apologize for that, I just needed to fill a little bit before I get to the next plot point.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancover canucks #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes x oc

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southern-belle-outcasts · 1 year

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Get To Know The Mun!

WHAT’S YOUR PHONE WALLPAPER?:

the lockscreen is the moon in it's phase of the cycle, and the homescreen is Arya posing next to the James River wearing a lifejacket and soaking wet from having been swimming the city skyline and 7th st bridge in the background

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?: Fuck Away the Pain - Divide the Day

CURRENTLY READING?: It's listening but Ghost Story (DF #13) by Jim Butcher

LAST MOVIE?: Turning Red (was actually really impressed with it)

LAST SHOW?: How to Get Away with Murder

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?: gym shorts, a He-Man t-shirt my ex bought me because i have nothing that fucking fits rn, and a "Live for the RIDE" black hoodie with a horseshoe over the phrasing on the front, lavender no-show socks with Stitch's face over the top of them

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5’2". Tiny, but fierce.

PIERCINGS / TATTOOS?: I mean, my ears WERE pierced, at Piercing Pagoda at the mall because of course🙄but I stopped wearing earrings while I was a groomer for safety and now I'm pretty sure they're beyond just putting an earring through. So I will need to repierce them. Sigh. And one tatt, left shoulder has small cursive "second star to the right".

GLASSES / CONTACTS?: Nope

LAST THING YOU ATE?: Cheese sammiches, ranch tuna packet, chocolate chip cookie, and arroz con leche with a bottle of Cheerwine (north carolina soda).

FAVORITE COLOR(S)?: blue, teal, lavendar, black

CURRENT OBSESSION?: how to get away with murder, strike force, art, writing (particularly my ocs and harry rn)

DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH RIGHT NOW?: Very much so. They know it too. It's reciprocated. There's lots of obstacles rn.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: I am pan for a reason...SOME of my current favs- my ocs, my friends ocs, Rogue, Remy, Harry Dresden, Cisco, looks there's a LIST, it's easier to list the ones I hate as to not be here all day...

LAST PLACE YOU VISITED?: Define visited and define place. Does going across town to play Mario Kart with my friend Josh when I thought I was leaving that week count? Otherwise it was uh...Williamsburg? Yorktown? Like five years ago. My job has not been conducive to going out of town walking dogs twice a day every day for the same person, and then, well, the pannini.

Tagged By: @lxvingdeadgxrl & @brooklynislandgirl

Tagging: whoever the heck wanna

#;dash games #;out of the south #;munday

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blorboverse · 2 years

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Chapter 2: Koii

I’m treated to a spray of water in my face when I step out of the portal. I try to blink it away, but it still stings my eyes. Saltwater.

I’m standing at the edge of a dock, at sunset. Salt is thick in the breeze, which stirs my hair. Turning around, I see a plain beach, scattered with driftwood. Nothing manmade at all, except for the dock.

I exhale. Well, I kind of got lucky with my first world– plopped right near civilization, next to a friendly person who didn’t mind jamming with me. I suppose it’s fair that this place is more quiet.

I’m hungry. I wonder if there are fish in the water.

My backpack rests on my shoulders. Roxan gave it to me, before I left his world. All that’s in it right now is the finger piano, but I figure it’ll be useful to carry rations around. And more clothes, maybe. It’d be nice to have a fancy dress someday.

I sling the backpack off my back and onto the dock. After a thought, I sit down on the edge, and kick off my boots and socks, letting my feet dangle into the water. The sun colors the sky in shades of orange and pink, and turns the clouds purple.

Really, the only thing missing is a friend to share it with. Tomorrow, I’ll head off, away from the sea, to find a town, and make a connection. But tonight, I’ll sleep here, on the dock, under the stars. Alone.

Vay would have liked the view.

I shove that thought down. I shouldn’t be thinking about Vay. Vay’s gone. There’s no sense in dwelling on things–

Something grabs my leg and pulls me off the dock.

My entire body freezes up when I hit the cold water. Whatever has my leg keeps pulling me down, and all I can do is let it happen.

And then my fight instinct kicks in, and I kick.

The grip on my leg loosens, obviously surprised. I kick again, and my foot hits something solid. My leg is released entirely, and I swim for air.

I break the surface of the water, and manage to claw my way back up onto the dock. Breathing heavily and soaking wet, I stare at the water, hoping for a glimpse of my aggressor.

Instead, what pops up is a girl with long pink hair and skin. Instead of ears, she has these webby protrusions that almost look like gills. She has horns as well, but they’re also webby and fishlike. Her pupils are in the shape of hearts. A great pink scaled tail emerges from the water behind her.

“You kicked me!” she exclaims.

“You tried to drown me!” I retort.

“I called dibs on the dock,” she says sulkily. “You can’t just take it while I’m getting dinner.”

“I didn’t see anything claiming this dock as yours.”

She pouts. I sigh. “Can’t we just share it for tonight?”

“Okay!” she says brightly. Like she didn’t just try to kill me. Unbelievable. “Help me up?”

I reach out an arm and grasp her hand, pulling her up onto the dock. As she flops onto her back, she drops a large fish, already dead. Her tail glimmers in the light of the sunset, but she takes a deep breath, and it begins to melt into a pair of legs. Her hair darkens to a purpley-black, and an old-fashioned dress, knee socks, and flats forms on her body. She sits up.

“I thought you were a mermaid,” I say.

“I am,” she replies. “I can just… not have the tail if I want.”

“Hm. Cool.” I extend a hand. “I’m Can.”

“I’m Koii!” she replies. “I’m a seamstress.”

“Could you make me a fancy dress to wear?” I ask.

“Do you have money for materials and the cost of labor, plus about six weeks?” she replies.

“No.”

“Then no,” she says with a laugh. Her glibness coaxes a little smile out of me too.

“I’m a traveller,” I say. “I won’t be here that long.”

“I’m a traveller too!” Koii exclaims. “Which way are you headed?”

“Uh… cross-dimensionally?” I run a hand through my hair. “My friend Roxan called it ‘hopping.’”

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just the regular kind of traveller. There’s enough to see in this world– I don’t need to add the multiverse to the mix.” She picks up her fish. “Want to share this with me?”

When was the last time that I ate? “Sure,” I say.“ Do you want me to build a fire?”

She laughs. “Can, we’re on a wooden dock. I don’t think a fire is a great idea.”

My face heats up. “Oh. Right.”

She pulls a knife out of some hidden pocket on her dress. “Ever tried sushi?”

We dice up the fish and eat it raw as the sun goes down and the stars come out. It’s pretty good. Aren’t cats supposed to like fish? Maybe I’m tapping into some sort of instinctual memory.

We eat in silence, but after we’re finished and the chum and bones are dumped back into the water for the seagulls, she asks, “So why did you run away from home?”

I blink. “What?”

“I don’t mean to pry,” she says. “It’s just that most travellers have. I mean, I have.”

“Oh. Um.” It’s a little scary how she could read me that fast. “Why’d you run away?”

Her eyes cloud. “War.” She doesn’t say anything else.

“Oh, um. Mine’s not that severe,” I say.

“What happened?”

“I had this friend, right? And we were really close, but then I did something, and I lost her because of it.” It hurts my stomach just to talk about it. “Anyway, that’s why I left. Couldn’t really stick around home after that.”

“I’m sorry,” she says softly.

“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “It’s my fault.”

“You don’t have to beat yourself up about it, though.”

“I just feel like everyone who looks at me can tell,” I say. “I mean, you could tell.”

She nods with a smile, not denying it. I shift in my seat. “Do you care?”

She leans back, and looks up. “Do you think the stars care? Do you think the sea cares?”

“No?”

“Then I don’t care,” she says. As if it’s final.

I look at her, for a long moment. Her hair is the exact same color as the night sky.

I lean back, and join her in staring at the stars.

(OC by @bunnanna-milkshakess)

#tw animal death #(they eat a fish)

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ticklechambers · 2 years

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What's Sexual Anyway

I'm a little, I'm a lee. The height of my happiness seems to come from these simple little things. Hold me down and slip off my socks. Brush my hair and tell me I'm a good girl. Tell me word for word exactly what I should say in response to the question you've just asked me... because sometimes I'm too shy to find the words myself. I'm a very sexual person. That does not mean I want you to send me suggestive messages. But I am, a very very sexual person. I don't want to see you naked - but I could sit in arousal for hours every day, just swimming in thoughts... My thoughts are not everyone's idea of sexual. My thoughts are very sexual, to me. Your idea of sexual might be sending your lover a video of yourself masturbating in the bathroom, thinking of them. My idea of sexual is closing my eyes to the sound of a deep strong voice threatening to pleasure and tease every inch of my sensitive soles. My idea of sexual is ropes binding my wrists just that tiny bit too tightly. My idea of sexual is this little piggy, while I'm strapped to your bed, blindfolded, toy inserted, little kisses across my soles and a warning that my ribs will be next. My idea of sexual is "here comes the airplane" while maintaining eye contact with you - because you said I had to - and how cute my blushing cheeks are to you. My idea of sexual is "Here sweetheart, you have to wear this nappy while we go out for dinner... and if you need to pee, you can ask first... and you will not leave the table." My idea of sexual is when you come home and say, "Ohhhh BABY. GIRL. Go get your binky and colouring books, Daddy wants to pleasure your little toes while you colour for me." My idea of sexual is "show Sir where it tingles Bub," instead of "you're so horny." Don't call me hot, sexy... don't tell me my breasts are big and can I send you a naughty picture. My idea of sexual is, "Little girl, take a cute picture of yourself with your favourite stuffie. It's okay to be shy, let me wriggle my fingers under your arms and shy will disappear." My idea of sexual might not be your idea of sexual, but I'm a little lee and that's just the biggest most thrilling part of me. I can't suppress it, or change it, or hide it anymore. I don't think I'm bad naughty, or that having a fetish is taboo. You can't tell me that I'm wrong for the kind of sexual or amount of sexual I create in my world. I am determined to find my happiness, and whatever type, amount, value, or work which that might require that's what I will do. In order to fully embrace the little lee within myself... I won't be satisfied in life without being true to my own desires. I just hope to have the things that make me most happy... without doing anything that is hurtful. Without having to ask and beg for it. Without time limits, without restrictions.

#littlechambers #ticklechambers

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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Does your hair have natural highlights in it? I don’t think so. I haven’t had my hair it’s natural color since I was like 19, so it’s possible it might now? What was the last decision you had trouble making? Something job related I don’t feel like getting into. When was the last time you wore a dress? Monday for my Halloween costume. Do you have a water bottle sitting next to you? Yeah. When was the last time you walked outside barefoot? Monday.

What is one type of fruit that you’d like to try that you’ve never tried before? Hmm. I can’t think of a fruit I haven’t tried. Do you have a balcony? No. Have you ever lived alone? No. If not, would you ever want to live alone? No. If yes, do/did you like it? – Would you rather live alone or with someone? Well obviously I’d like to live with someone. When was the last time you saw your mom? 9 and a half years ago. Did you read a really good book today? I haven’t read any books today. Do you wish you had a swimming pool? 👙 YESSSSSS so bad. Do you ever have so much energy that it annoys you? No. What are three things you like that rhyme with June? Dune, moon, tune . Do you use an inhaler every day? I don’t use an inhaler. What was the last thing you drank? Water. What color shirt are you wearing? Red. Are you wearing anything tie-dye right now? No. Are you severely allergic to anything, and if so, what? No. Have you been told by a doctor that you are a rare medical case? No. What is one thing you hate about Prednisone (if applicable)? I don’t think I’ve ever taken that. Do you have to wear a mask whenever you clean? No. Does your phone annoy you? Sometimes. Who was the last person who came to visit you? No one’s been over in a while, but I’ve gone and seen people. Are you listening to a good song right now? I’m not listening to music right now. When was the last time you wore headphones? Just a little bit ago. I was listening to a podcast. Have you encountered anything supernatural yet today? No. Have you ever seen a UFO? 🛸 Nah. Are you an alien? 👽 Nope. What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? I ate a Twix ice cream bar the other day. What grocery store do you shop at the most? Jewel.

What is your most severe allergy (at least to your knowledge)? Like I said, I don’t have any severe allergies that I know of. At what age did you start to feel mature (if applicable) ? Good question. What’s the largest library fine you’ve had? I’ve never had one. Have you ever had your hair highlighted at a salon? Not highlighted, no. If yes, what color highlights did you get? -- Have you ever had your hair permed? No. Do you think your hair looks better straight or curly? I wish it would hold a curl. …and what is it naturally? It’s got the sliiiiiiightest wave to it. Have you ever had dreadlocks? No, I am white and I would never. It’s not for my hair. Have you ever considered getting dreadlocks? ^ What is your favorite version of the Bible to read (if applicable)? I’m good. Are you wearing socks right now? No. I should be but I couldn’t find the ones I liked this morning and I was already running late oops. Do you have a hair tie around your wrist right now? I have two. I always have at least one and my hair is usually up in the other but it’s down today. Do you have family that you wish you could see more? Yes. What was your first job? A cafe. Are you happy with your life right now? Eh. Some aspects yes, some no. Have you ever had to use an epi pen? Nope. Have you ever gone to the emergency room having a severe allergic reaction? No. Why is this survey obsessed with allergies? What was the last emoji you used? I think it was a laughing one. Are you having a good day today? I’m just so tired. What song are you listening to right now? I’m not listening to music.

#surveys #at work

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surveysand · 10 months

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six.

What is in the back seat of your car right now? i don't have a car.

What was the last thing you threw up? alcohol.

Menthol or regular cigarettes? gross, neither.

What is your favorite episode of Friends? while i've seen some episodes of the show, i don't remember enough to have a favorite.

Does anyone have any blackmail on you? i don't think so.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be? phoebe bridgers. i think her and i would mesh well, lol.

Have you been to a strip club? no.

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? yes.

Are you wearing socks right now? no.

What was the last thing you had to drink? water.

What are you wearing right now? a t-shirt and shorts.

Last food you ate? pasta.

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? no.

When is the last time you ran? i have no idea.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? the most recent phillies game.

Last person’s house you were in? my partner's family's home.

Last movie you saw? in theaters? a star is born. i desperately want to see the barbie movie once it's out, though. my partner said he would go see it with me because of how much i've been talking about it, haha.

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook? my best friend.

Ever go to camp? no.

Were you an honor roll student in school? yes.

Do you like sushi? yes.

Do you have a tan? never. i am so pale and always burn, lol.

How old do you want to be when you have kids? 30 is most ideal in my mind. i'll (ideally) be done with all of my graduate schooling by then.

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? yes.

What is your age? 22.

Are you someone’s best friend? yes.

Where is your dad right now? sleeping at home. What was the last thing you said? "did i pause it?" when i went to the bathroom and couldn't remember if i paused my show before i got up (i did not, lol.).

What color is your watch? i don't wear watches.

What do you think of when you think of Australia? accents.

Ever ridden on a roller coaster? yes.

Favorite gemstone? sapphires.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? typically the drive thru.

Do you have a roommate? no. Do you have any bad habits? many. the biggest is probably incessantly biting/picking my lips. it's my go-to behavior when i'm feeling anxious which is a lot of the time.

What is your favorite number? 21.

Do you know anyone named Lori? no.

What color is your mom’s hair? dark brown.

Do you have a dog? yes! i love him.

What happened to you in 1993? i was still an egg, haha.

Does your first memory involve your dad? yes, actually.

Do you remember singing any songs as kids? so many. i've always loved to sing and play music.

When was the last time you went swimming? two summers ago.

Has your luggage ever gotten lost? no.

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute? troubles finding a job.

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? yes, but only if it wasn't salvageable/able to be played anymore.

Do you like watching a bonfire? i guess.

Are you allergic to anything? not officially, but i'm pretty sure i'm allergic to pollen.

What is one thing you miss about your past? not having to pay rent.

Do you ever get flu shots? yes.

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time? white high top converse.

What is one thing you’ve learned about life recently? fuck around and find out.

Are you jealous of anyone? yes.

Is anyone jealous of you? not that i know of.

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maximalttigers · 1 year

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As promised, here is more of Eki. Here are all the outfits I have designed for her. The definitive timeline for when specific outfits appear are yet to be decided as I am working on the character based stuff before writing the actual story.

The description for the outfits are as follows:

First/Rags- Cruel to say that Eki didn't really have an outfit or at least a nice one, due to being a test subject/prisoner she had a really faded and dirty ripped blue dress while having what Otto would identify as a 'Power Limiter' to 'control' her bionics. You'll see her like this for probably three chapters. Temporary- Until she got her own clothes, she was borrowing some which consisted Chiro's spare shirt, Jinmay's spare skirt and Jinmay's spare shoes. She wears this for probably a chapter. Main- After getting all her own attire, she started to wear them. This is her usual attire that she is commonly seen in which consists of knee length light grey dress, dark grey leggings, and red/orange ballet flat shoes. She also got a necklace from Chiro as a 'Welcome to your new home' gift. Main Alt.- Its the same as the main but with a teal poncho for when it gets a bit colder. Underwear- I was reluctant to do this but I had to find a way to show more of her bionic scars without her being completly nude. Sleep Wear- One of her original attires other than her main one. A simple dress shirt with knee high bed socks. Extreme Cold- Not sure when exactly she would get this but she isn't too keen on the cold, it reminds her of her old cell. She's wearing a lot of thermal stuff; winter coat, poncho, gloves, knee high snow boots and thermal leggings. Space Suit- Like the outfit for the extreme cold, I'm not sure when exactly she would get this but she does get interested in space at some point. Her space suit is the same as Chiro's but with purple accents added. Hyperforce Uniform- Eki eventually gets her own Hyperforce uniform which is a mix of Chiro's uniform and Jinmay's uniform while having her own ideas. The colour, fingerless gloves and undershirt were her own personal inclusions while everything else was basically what the original uniform was. Hyperforce Uniform Alt.- Her alternate design for her Hyperforce uniform is almost the same as the normal one but there are differences. Since her powers have started to show more often (The claws being summoned while her eyes and facial markings have changed colour), she stops wearing the undershirt and takes her gloves off in fear of ripping them. Swin Wear- Not sure when she'll get her Swim Wear for her to learn swimming but she'll avoid it any chance she gets. Her Swim Wear is just a full body swimsuit that goes halfway up her thighs. Swim Wear Alt.- The alternate for her Swim Wear that she wears when not swimming; Just a pair of sandles, shorts and a loose jacket. Nice Casual- This is an outfit she would later get as she goes on an outing with Chiro for fun Nice Casual Alt.- The alternate is her wearing Chiro's jacket because she got cold. Fancy- This was just something I drew for fun but I think I'll incorporate it into the story during one of the character arcs. This is probably the most extravagant outfit she's got since its a dress with sparkles on it with some nice shoes.

Hopefully the next post about Eki will be the expressions reference. But before that I will show some more character profiles.

#srmthfg #srmthfg hb #oc #outfit design #Hunted Butterfly #digital art #art #profile

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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Hello beautiful, i hope you are having a wonderful day! I must say, I’m quite obsessed with your writing. It’s got such nice flow and you really nail character’s character, like it never feels OOC. I’m really glad you’re getting followers and recognition as well, you deserve every follow and comment truly. <3

Anyways, as I’m sure your notifs will show i am a HUGE technoblade simp, his whole character design makes me absolutely feral. So if you have the time and interest i have this daydream i keep thinking about that I’d love to see you put into words that i can reblog and reread over and over again. So basically Reader and techno go to the nether for the first time together, reader normally never goes to the nether because they hate the intense heat, but everyone needs a break from icy weather eventually. So they suit up to go to the nether and reader dons their gold armor to protect themselves from piglins, totally spacing on how wearing fitted gold would affect the piglin hybrid they would be traveling the nether with. I like to think techno would have a hard time not staring and maybe be clumsy because of how much he’s staring, like he’s even stumbling over his words because his instincts are on overdrive. Gets protective over the reader, wont let them fight mobs and shields them from other piglins getting huffy. He treats them like their his treasure when the reader is covered in gold, his instincts drive him to be more protective than ever and his ‘i don’t need anything or anyone’ facade crumbles. Bonus points if the two have been mutually pining and this drives techno to confess to the reader.

That’s pretty much it, been thinking about that for a while, if you do decide to write something for it i would positively go feral because i know you’d nail it. Either way you’ll find me in your notifs reblogging and liking your other wonderful works, always a fan. Remember to take care of yourself too! Take snack breaks and drink plenty of water!

Much love <3

I was wondering when you'd send in an ask! Lots of love coming from here too!!

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready PT 1🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw , Injury/violence

Genre: Fluff

| Technoblade |

The trip to the nether was your idea surprisngly, the two of you were brewing potions when you realized you were out of nethewart.

"I'll have to get Phil to gather some more"

"We could just go now, the portal isn't that far is it?"

That caught him off guard coming from someone who rather spend a day swimming through the arctic ocean to see him then go through the nether

His sock must've been more obvious then he presumed as you were quick to roll your eyes

"Don't look so shocked, I've been to the nether before"

"You hate the nether"

"I.. yeah you got me there"

You explain that you felt bad bothering the bereaved man and hell, the fortress was close, sort of, there was a path to follow it wasn't like you were blindly wandering around litteral hell

To be honest you were trying to convince yourself more then him

"If your sure"

"Yeah, mind if I get changed in your room?"

"Knock yourself out"

Being friend with the infamous blood god, you got pretty used to people having it out for you

Unlike the pig however you weren't a big fighter

You much more of a run away and deal it it later person

To be fair you were great at it

One of the quickest ways you found to get away was the nether, though it never ended well

Long story short you usually carried gold armour around to avoid piglins when also avoiding Quackity

It was fairly form fitting but not quite, it was hand made so it wasn't nearly as nice as some of the sets Techno had made

While you were getting ready Technoblade gathered some fire resistance positions as well as speed

He knew you hated the nether, he didnt plan on fueling your aversion with an accident, especially while your with him

When you first came down he didnt pay much mind to you, merely giving you a grunt in greeting

He only realized you were wearing golf when he turned to give you your bag

The only thing hiding his blush was the natural pink to his skin

The one time he was thankful to be a piglin

"You ready to go Tech?"

"Yeah, let's go"

Shrugging off the rather blunt statement you take your bag from the piglin and follow him out into the snow

It wasn't a long walk, maybe like five minuets, but it felt so much longer in the silence

He wouldn't even look at you, did you put your armour on backwards? Or maybe he didnt like it? He was joking with you not to long ago, why was he so grumpy now?

Boy only if you knew

The entire walk has staring forward st the growing portal

The shine in your armour occasionally breaking his peripheral vision made him grind his teeth

Sure he's seen you with the occasional gold boots or bracers on, but a full set of gold?

The voices seemed just as excited as he was, if not more

'Their so pretty!!'

'Hold them'

'They look cold give them your cape'

'No they'll get to hot in the nether'

'All ours all ours all ours-'

His mouth was practically watering

By the time you got to the portal you had just accepted the strange man was being strange again

You noticed that occasionally he just, shuts down, whether it be the voices or the headaches or just being in a bad mood

Now it was your job to put him back into a good one! That's what friends did after all

Helping you step up into the portal the piglin was quick to follow

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #technoblade x you #blood for the blood god #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #feral techno #piglin techno

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c-e-d-dreamer · 3 years

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Fire and Ice Day for @nessianweek Yes, I just wanted an excuse to write more hockey player Cassian. No, I will not be taking criticisms at this time. Follow up to this drabble. Hope you enjoy! :)

Nesta steps out of the English building, taking in a deep breath of the crisp, winter air. The lecture hall had been stifling, and the way Professor Matthews had droned on and on about Chekhov had her desperate for the class to end. She cuts across the Commons, heading toward the library, when she hears heavy footsteps fall in beside her. She doesn't need to look to know who they belong to.

"So about that dinner," Cassian starts.

"I don't actually recall agreeing to it."

"Well, how else am I supposed to thank you for being there in my time of concussion need?"

"You don't need to thank me. Maybe I was just hoping to see if a good thwack to your head would finally fix it. Clearly, it didn't."

"Sadly, all it did was make my two working brain cells become just one," Cassian says, putting on his best solemn tone.

The comment pulls a surprised laugh out of Nesta, and when she turns her head to look at Cassian, his smile is wide and his eyes are bright. She swears she can almost see pride swimming in those flecks of gold that make up his hazel eyes.

"So what time should I pick you up?"

Nesta doesn't respond. She merely rolls her eyes with a scoff and continues toward the library. That is until Cassian uses his long strides to step in front of her, effectively cutting her path off.

"What do you have to lose?"

"My sanity?"

"So 6:00 then?"

Nesta takes a moment to take Cassian in. He still has that cocky grin that never seems to leave splashed across his face. But she doesn't miss the way he fidgets, running a hand through his tangle of dark curls, nor does she miss the nervous pinch around his eyes. She supposes she could go for a good meal, and while Cassian most definitely gets under her skin, he's not the worst company.

"I have to meet with my group for our psychology project. 7:00?"

"Deal."

The smile on Cassian's face pulls even wider, and Nesta's pretty sure the only thing keeping him from actually cheering is the way he clenches his fists at his side. It's endearing, and Nesta bites the inside of her cheek to keep her own smile tampered down.

"Well, see you then," Nesta says, starting back toward her original destination of the library.

"Wear something nice, yeah?" Cassian calls after her.

Nesta flips him off over her shoulder at the comment, and Cassian's booming laughter follows her all the way across the Commons.

Luckily, meeting with the students in her group project isn't too migraine inducing. They divvy up the work and all agree on who will take which slides. When she makes it back to her dorm, she pulls a black dress out and gets started on her makeup.

At 7:00 on the dot, there's a knock at her door. She quickly slips on her heels before pulling it open, Cassian waiting on the other side. The way that Cassian's mouth drops open and the awed way he whispers, "holy shit," has a blush creeping in and settling on Nesta's cheeks.

"You clean up nice," she notes.

And he does. Cassian has on a button down, the sleeves rolled up slightly, the tanned skin of his forearms and the ink that swirls against it on full display. Both the shirt and the black slacks he's wearing are form fitting, showing off the athletic cut to his body, years of skating having done wonders for honing the muscles. And while Cassian's dark curls are loose against his shoulders, Nesta can tell he's put product in it.

Nesta waits for Cassian to make some sort of quip back after her comment, maybe for him to even comment on her, but he just continues to stare like he can't believe she's actually real. She tries not to focus on the fact that look has her heart beating double time in her chest, or the fact that warmth settles through her whole body. Instead, Nesta just rolls her eyes and steps fully into the hall, closing her door behind her. The sound seems to jolt Cassian back to reality, who blinks hard before his eyes focus properly on Nesta's own.

"Wait," he says. "Bring your skates."

"My skates?" Nesta asks confusedly. "I thought we were going to dinner?"

"We are, but bring them."

"Why?"

"Just bring them."

Nesta sighs, clearly not getting a straight answer out of him. But she heads back inside, stuffing a heavy pair of socks into her skates. She steps into the hall, skates in hand, and raises a pointed eyebrow as if to ask, 'happy?' Cassian's just answers with a wide grin.

Cassian leads Nesta down to his truck, and she's surprised when he drives them to one of the higher end chophouses downtown. Dinner is good and the conversation flows easily between them. Cassian even asks Nesta about her current book and actually looks genuinely interested as she explains it. Although, his smirk is infuriating as she tries to subtly skip over the more… scandalous parts.

After dinner, they clamber back into Cassian's truck, and Nesta's brow pinches in confusion as they pull into the rink parking lot. This explains the skate request. When Nesta looks over at Cassian, his eyes are already on her. Under the yellow glow of the parking lot lights, his eyes look extra golden, but Nesta doesn't miss the mischievous glint swimming in them.

"I'm not exactly dressed for skating," Nesta points out, glancing down at her dress as if to prove her point.

"Says who?"

"I'm serious."

Rather than respond, Cassian just reaches back into the backseat of his truck, producing one of the hockey team sweatshirts, which he holds out toward Nesta. Nesta hesitates for only a moment before she's pulling it on over her dress. It's clearly too big on her, but the fabric is soft and the scent of fabric softener and Cassian fills her senses.

When they get inside, the Friday night public skate is still in full swing, families and awkward high school dates milling about on the ice and in the lobby. In their attire, Nesta is sure that she and Cassian must stick out like sore thumbs. They walk up to the reception desk, and Nesta expects Cassian to ask for two passes for the public skate, but instead he and the rink staffer share a pointed look and then a key is being slid inconspicuously into Cassian's hand. Before Nesta can even start to ask what that means, Cassian is grabbing her hand, pulling her down the hall, past the locker rooms and snack bar. His eyes quickly dart around before he slides the key into the right side of the double doors, tugging Nesta inside and flipping on the lights.

"The tiny-ass practice rink?" Nesta asks, looking around.

"Bal owes me a favor," Cassian explains, pocketing the key.

Cassian grabs Nesta's hand again and leads her around to the benches. They each take their time trading their shoes for skates before stepping out onto the ice.

There's something about the way ice feels under her feet that calms Nesta in a way nothing else can. The cutting sound of her skates against it is like music to her ears. She glides easily to center ice, taking a deep breath and letting the cold welcome her into its embrace. She feels Cassian's presence behind her, warm hands settling on her hips.

"You know you look better in this sweatshirt than I ever did," he says, voice pitched low.

"Sounds like a personal problem," Nesta counters, turning around to face Cassian. "It's not my fault even hockey things look better on figure skaters."

"Big words coming from someone who needs a toe pick to stop."

"That's not what a toe pick is for."

"How about a race then? To settle things."

"Fine."

They both skate over to the goal line, getting into their starting positions. Cassian counts them in with a ‘ready, set, go,’ and then they’re off, sprinting down the ice. Nesta’s hair whips past her face, the cool rink air rushing along her cheeks, as she pushes her legs to go faster and faster still. Cassian crosses the other goal line first, an icy spray flying up as he stops hard before the boards. Nesta stops beside him, crossing her arms as she takes in his wide smirk.

"You totally cheated."

"What? I did not."

"You have longer legs. It's an unfair advantage."

"Sounds like excuses to me. Just admit it. Hockey players are better."

"Are they? Could a hockey player do this?"

Nesta pushes off the boards and settles easily into her stride. A swing of her leg and a push of her foot and she's up in the air, pulling her arms in tight as she twists and twists around. Her feet land back on the ice and she glides out of the move gracefully. When her eyes land back on Cassian, his own are wide and awed as he watches her. But then his eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest.

“Who’s cheating now?”

“Fine. Something simple then.”

Nesta jumps and does a single twist, holding her arms out when she lands and raising an eyebrow toward Cassian in challenge. His eyes stay narrowed on her, but he pushes off the boards, settling into a stride toward center ice.

“How hard can it be,” Cassian mutters.

Cassian skates a few circles, clearly trying to walk himself through the move, trying to hype himself up. Nesta has to bite the inside of her cheek while she waits. After a few moments, he throws himself into the air, spinning around once. His skates land back on the ice, and for a moment, Nesta is about to be impressed, but then his left foot is slipping out from under him. He falls ass-first onto the ice with a loud ‘oof.’

Nesta can’t help the loud laugh that tears its way out of her chest. She tries to press a hand to her mouth to stifle it, but her whole body shakes with it. When she finally calms down and finds Cassian's stare again, his face is marred with an unimpressed frown.

“I’m so glad my pain brings you joy,” Cassian says sarcastically before holding his arms up toward her. “Aren’t you going to help me up?”

“No.”

Nesta realizes she’s made a mistake. A slow smirk slides across Cassian’s face and even from across the rink, there’s no missing the mischievous glint in his eyes. Before Nesta can even blink, Cassian is on his feet and charging toward her across the ice. The rink is small with nowhere to go, so soon Nesta finds herself cornered back against the boards, Cassian’s arms bracketing her in on either side.

Cassian opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but it gets lost along the way, and instead he just stares. This close up, Nesta can see the greens hidden in his hazel eyes, the way they flicker under the rink lights. Cassian’s eyes drop down to her lips before settling back on her eyes, and Nesta’s heart does a little flip in her chest.

"Can I kiss you?"

"What if I say no?"

Cassian leans in closer, and Nesta can feel his warm breath ghosting over her lips, is sure that he can feel the way the breath hitches in her throat.

"Say no, then," Cassian whispers.

The silence hangs between them for only a second before Cassian closes the distance, pressing his lips to Nesta’s. Nesta practically melts into it, pressing closer as their lips slot and slide against one another. One of Cassian’s hands comes up to bracket her jaw, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist. She can feel the way he sighs against her lips, the deep groan in his chest as the kiss deepens.

"Hey, why are the lights on back here?"

They break apart at the sudden voice, Cassian taking Nesta’s hand and tugging her down so they’re hidden behind the boards and out of sight. They can hear the footsteps of the rink staffer walking around, and Nesta turns to glare at Cassian.

"I swear, if we end up arrested because of you…"

"Don't worry. I'd never let that happen. We're both too pretty for jail."

#my fic #acotar #nessianweek2021 #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian

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bomberqueen17 · 2 years

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state of the me

I am surviving January with a surprisingly high degree of success.

Like, it’s not pretty, but I’m doing it. A lot of it is coasting on momentum from earlier work-- just like last January, which was an utter fucking sinkhole of bad shit, but I’d been so productive throughout October, November, and early December, that I was able to just-- keep working through what I’d already done, and by the time I ran out of stuff, I had been stumbling in the correct direction long enough to pick it up.

Which is pretty notable because last year was pretty fucking awful and I genuinely don’t remember much. But, when people are like “go easy on yourself! take it slow! take a break!” this is why I’m like mmmmm no. I’m not saying that’s advice for other people, I’m just saying I personally am one of those sharks that has to keep swimming to breathe, so if I stop I’ll just drown, so really I’m happier keeping moving-- yes, I should apply less pressure, but actually I’m pretty good by now at being gentle to myself, and I should have some faith in myself over that process. Keep moving, B, it’s okay, don’t worry about the speed of it but just sorta keep moving.

(cut for length and rambling and my Art Process and really boring shit)

I had a weirdly productive weekend, except almost zero writing, which terrified me briefly-- because of the above, I really freak out if I’m not moving at all. But some weird part of my brain diverted itself; during the week, at work, I’d started daydreaming about cleaning my house, which is sort of new for me-- like, I think all the time “i should tidy” but mostly i think it with despair, and instead I got like a concrete “hey the impenetrable layer of clutter over that little section of living room is actually not all that deep, if I focused for an hour or two I could make that a usable spot”-- and sure enough, while Dude was grocery shopping, I cleared off a bit of a desk that’s been used as an end table in the living room for so long that I had forgotten it was ever a desk. But a desk it is! and now I have a place to sit and paint my nails, transfer embroidery patterns without skewing them, hammer the awl through leather, and the like. I could even, if I tidied a bit more, have a place to put my paychecks so I remember to deposit them.

Then on Sunday I was wearing bike shorts and my legs got cold so I went looking for a particular pair of yoga pants I own, and they weren’t where I knew I’d left them, so then I went and started digging through The Impenetrable Laundry Mountain and... sigh. So like. Here’s the thing, I’m very mildly OCD-adjacent about doing laundry. I really like sorting clothes into the washing machine and making them be clean and hanging them to dry just right. I hate putting them away. I don’t do it. I won’t do it. If I put clothes away I forget I own them. That’s what happens. And so once clothes are in the dresser they’re out of circulation. Especially now, when I get up and leave for work while Dude is still asleep in the room where my dressers are. Any clothes that are in my bedroom are unavailable to me when I get dressed, so I have to dress myself out of the laundry still hanging on the drying racks or on hangers in the guest room. I have attempted to lay out outfits the night before, but my brain is like no and that’s all she wrote.

But i spent a couple of hours on Sunday sorting through that impenetrable pile, and put away the clothes that are moderately out of season, removed the farm-only gear to a box in the basement easy to access when I need that stuff again, cleared off the eternal laundry pile on the guest bed, and replaced it with-- not picked-out outfits, but a selection of clothes I will wear to work in the coming weeks. I also put all my socks and underwear into an over-the-closet-door shoe organizer I’d been using as a dresser at the farm since the yurt burned, so I have easy ready access to those, instead of having to paw through the laundry pile for the same seven pairs of underwear I wash and rewear every week. Minor adulting victories, but anything that keeps me from having to rummage in a dark room at 5:30 in the morning is a pretty important step.

Anyway. As I was working, I kept having all these deep thoughts about art I want to do. Dude-- a sidebar on Dude, he has himself figured out pretty well. He has learned that he really enjoys picking up new hobbies, mastering them just well enough to do a project he had in mind, completing that project, and then setting the hobby aside forevermore. He did this with cross-stitch, he did this with Japanese archery, he did this with banjo-- he knows he will be interested in a thing, rather consumingly, for a period of months, usually less than a year, and he will get very deeply involved in it and enjoy it a great deal, and then he will be finished with it. There’s no guilt, no shame, no worry; that’s just how it goes. So he has started deliberately seeking out things he thinks are cool, with the intention of doing just this.

His current thing is kintsugi. Like, real kintsugi. I got a kit for Christmas last year, the cheater epoxy version of it. And he was going to use that to fix a mug he liked that he broke, but then in typical him fashion, he went on a research spiral, and wound up finding the only guy currently doing real kintsugi in the US, who is a Japanese man living in NYC. Who offers consistently sold-out Zoom workshops. Dude got on the waitlist, and has finally gotten himself into the course. I am fascinated-- it’s a multi-step process and each step has to cure for hours or days or-- it’s just so cool. And of course I have a bunch of art I want to do with that. (Of course I am making him teach me what he learns. of course I am!)

So I have a bunch of notions to do with that. I also have a bunch of, as ever, textile-related projects. A selection of Goodwill-salvaged furs are hanging on my sunporch, where it is about 0F at night, which should do-- a couple more days like that and i can be reasonably confident there aren’t any bugs, and then hopefully there’ll be a day that’s not so punishingly cold and I can put on a mask and comb them out and disassemble them and vacuum them out on that porch, for easier cleanup, and then take them and work on them indoors where it’s warm. I downloaded and printed off and cut out several options for stuffed elephant toys, which I figure I can easily enough mod into mammoths. (Dude interrogated me: wouldn’t i rather make a mastodon? no actually! i love mastodons and the cohoes mastodon was my first love but actually the columbian mammoth from the american museum of natural history stole my heart when i was under two, and columbians weren’t even technically woolly mammoths, but that one’s a skeleton so i can be forgiven the confusion i think, and anyway, yes, i prefer woolly mammoths slightly. as it is adapting a stuffed elephant pattern, which they’re universally African elephants, will be a little tricky; mammoths are very closely related to Asian elephants instead. mastodons were a different branch of the family tree and are morphologically quite distinct from mammoths, and resemble neither african nor asian elephants. he was like, sort of sorry he’d asked, but not really, we’re pretty amused by one another’s dork-outs.)

I’ve also been wringing additional serotonin out of my feeble brain by shopping extensively on the Goodwill website. I search for something vague, and then scroll through and am echanted by the sort of evidence of lives lived, you know? And I’ve moved on from buying damaged furs to buying costume jewelry that resembles pieces I lost in the yurt fire in ‘19-- I lost a bunch of amber, some lapis, some garnets, nothing particularly valuable but all of it stuff I loved and wore all the time, in a vintage train case of my grandmother’s. It’s been a lot of mindless scrolling and clicking and since it’s ebay-style bidding, I lose most of the auctions so it’s okay if I’m bad at impulse control *somewhat*, though i did just go through and total up what I’ve been spending and breathe a little sigh of relief. I need to keep an eye on that.

Anyway this lost focus. I have so much art I want to make. Not just writing. I hope I can free up the brain space to really do it. We’ll have to see.

#about the author #random updates #no this went off the rails idk where i was going with it

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sl-walker · 3 years

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All right, since I’m in the middle of a flare and have to work manual labor for the next four days despite it, I figured I would make myself -- and hopefully other people -- laugh by talking about one of my favorite OG Captain Marvel stories. Namely, from Whiz #50, with a cover date of January, 1944, meaning it was probably produced sometime in late 1943.

I want to share it because why not, this is some absurdly charming stuff.

I’ll get more into why it’s one of my favorites as we go, in the form of running commentary. So, full story (with said commentary) under the cut. If you wanna just read the story without my commentary, stick to the pictures. XD

First, let me say that the cover and splash page definitely live up to the story, though the cover’s a bit more sensationalized. But the premise is pretty damn simple: Our intrepid hero and his newsboy alter ego are on vacation. Cap decides to go swimming. It goes hilariously wrong and thus ensues a bit of a madcap adventure, no puns intended.

Second, the fact that Cap and Billy are depicted as essentially different entities makes what Billy does next the ultimate trolling:

Gee, airing out the stolen laundry on the radio? Really? I’ll leave it up to you, gentle reader, whether Billy actually was trolling his own alter-ego for ratings or whether he was just innocently sharing the story while his other-self winced quietly in whatever ether-space he exists in when not front-and-center.

Either way, I love it.

Continuing on...

I get a kick out of the fact that Billy’s monologue is that he’s no dare-devil. One, because that’s so obviously not true in any way -- (that kid is awesomely, sometimes recklessly brave on the regular even without Cap) -- but two, because the bridge is actually named Dare-Devil Bridge. We aren’t given any reason why this dangerous potential death-trap is there, hanging without so much as a gate or a warning sign or anything, because we don’t need one. It’s there specifically for what happens next.

Which, of course, is Billy calling in Captain Marvel, who does some light complaining about the situation Billy left him in. There’s no bite to it, which I find adorable -- Cap actually does get frustrated once or twice in other issues with Billy calling on him for mundane stuff, though he’s never mean about it -- but there is a bit of the sense of being put-upon there that’s just-- I dunno, cute. It’s something I miss a lot in the various post-crisis takes on the character: That duality, that difference in personality, and the way each of them responds to different situations. Often, they’re on the same page, but notably, sometimes, they aren’t.

Someday, I promise, I need to sit down and write how I think that works between those two without being a truly frightening mental illness manifested, what with them being the same person but not the same person. Because I have so many ideas, and I’ve only had since the early-2000s to percolate them. LOL! But until then, just enjoy this.

Here is another reason why I love the Golden Age Captain Marvel books and why I love this specific story: This is an absolutely normal, mundane thing to do. It’s the human thing to do. These aren’t the actions of some super-serious superdude. These are the actions of a pretty shockingly normal guy doing something mundane. And a whole story is built around that normalcy.

It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s the reader already knowing that he’s getting himself into a situation that he absolutely could have avoided, but also completely understanding how it happened anyway. It’s pretty brilliant writing: I say this as a pretty damned good writer myself.

So much of the reason why, I think, Cap was so endearing as a hero is that humanity. He’s got pretty much god-tier power in the Golden Age, once his powerset is established. He’s utterly invulnerable to all physical harm while powered up. But-- he’s human. He knows he’s human. He acts like it, and decides, “You know what? I’m going skinny-dipping.”

He and Billy are both characters it’s so easy to empathize with.

Also, a reminder that the art under Chief Artist C.C. Beck is really, really good. (He had a whole stable of artists to help produce this stuff!) Ignoring registration issues on the printing press, the actual line art is amazingly good; proportion and perspective and consistency.

But anyway--Cap does get to enjoy his swim. But, then, oh no.

I love the idea of a world where the prime hero -- and he definitely is in that world -- can take off his suit and go swimming, and where someone else is bold enough to steal the damn suit off of him. The first time I read this, I started laughing here. Not at him, but at the situation he’s found himself in. At the idea that some random passer-by saw Captain Marvel’s costume and went yoink!

Another thing I love about this particular story is how much Cap and Billy have to work together, just by necessity. Like-- it’s just really good. But anyway, thank everything Billy Batson is on the ball, coming to the rescue.

Sheer bad luck via the weather keeps this story rolling along in hilarious misdirections. Realistically, that uniform probably wouldn’t be all buttoned together (we see Cap take off pieces of it aside the pants in other issues, including socks!), but who cares? The point of the story is that giant bear rug on the floor’s gonna get put to use.

Man, when have you ever seen Superman creeping naked through some stranger’s house wearing nothing but a random polar bear because he went skinny dipping? No wonder these comics sold so well. This next panel is when I start wheezing, though, and pretty much keep wheezing.

“A lady, too! I’ve got to get away from here!”

I’m dying at this point. That’s such a characteristic response, and yet, I think that’s why it’s funny.

Anyway, because this is an excellent story (I mean this without an ounce of irony, too), our dynamic duo stumbles across a plot in play to rob the hotel they’re staying at.

Here’s a big part of why this is such a good tale: Everything fits. Even when it isn’t explained, like Dare-Devil Bridge, it still fits. Why is the tree down? Because there was just a thunder storm, the same one that blew Cap’s suit into the room with the gangsters.

I don’t know if this is Otto Binder’s story, but I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. It’s a complete story told in relatively few pages that accomplishes everything it’s meant to.

Anyway, using foliage as cover, Cap gets to be heroic----then Billy gets to get back to the business of trying to stop the robbery of the hotel and get his heroic alter-ego dressed again. Which leads to a rather adorable and funny scene of Billy not only trying to describe what Captain Marvel wears, but what size it would need to be tailored in.

(Cap is supposedly a 44 for a suit coat, we find in some earlier appearance, which would refer to his chest size. So, an XL for shirts and suit-coats. He’s a big guy, but he’s actually not a hulking huge guy. But more on that later.)

I love the fact Billy tries to like-- use himself as a model. Maybe in another ten years, kiddo. Billy’s actually pretty buff for like a 12-14 year old, he’s not a scrawny kid at this point, but yeah, no. LOL!

Another thing I also really, really love about this style, though, is that they draw Captain Marvel as being strong, as having a powerful build-- but not as a dehydrated body-builder with deep cuts. He’s got human proportions, regardless of his strength; he’s got a human build, not a superhuman one.

C.C. Beck had a lot of things to say about superheroes who were just muscles on top of muscles, all clearly defined, and he didn’t like it. As someone who first got into comics in the early 90s with Jim Lee’s X-Men--

I do get Beck’s point. I not only get it, but I really highly approve of it. He maintained to the end that he drew (and oversaw) the Marvel family to look like high school and college athletes, and I can see that. I think the one person who’s gotten it right in the modern era is Evan “Doc” Shaner, who did Convergence: Shazam! He not only nailed that strong-but-not-hulking build for Cap, but also how young he looked. College-age, in fact.

But anyway, enough digression into art and why I like this better than most modern takes on the character. Also, that’s just a cute set of panels.

I also like that there wasn’t an easy fix there. Cap’s still in his not-birthday suit, and Billy’s still stuck running around trying to solve the issues at hand. Next comes some other really good panels:

-snorts- He’s locked in. Yeah, that’ll hold him.

Anyway, what I really liked here was again that tandem working; Billy can’t punch through a wall, but Cap can. Cap can’t crawl out while he’s au natural -- well, he could, but he’d probably rather die first -- but Billy’s got no such issue. It’s just fun when you get to see them doing something like that. You have to really think for a minute about the trust each of them must have in their alter-ego.

ANYWAY, we get the rare treat then--

--of Captain Marvel not only yoinking a dude into a dark room, but then stealing his clothes. Except, not his underwear. Because that’s nasty. LOL!

I love that in this series, you do actually get to see him wear other stuff. Go incognito. Get his red suit messed up enough to take it to a dry cleaner’s, wherein he ends up dressed like a musketeer after. Jerry Ordway’s series is, I think, the only other time we see Cap not wearing his famous suit, but it happened enough in the Golden Age that it wasn’t a shock.

Like, I hate to be the one to say this, but I do think DC drops the ball often on just how much you can do with Captain Marvel (or Shazam, depending on timeline, but that’s the wizard’s name to me so mostly I’ll stick with the original name) if you unbend enough to. It’s not just the costume change, or the duality of him and Billy being the same but not, but also his inherent, essential humanity.

But I am digressing again, sorry. XD I just feel strongly enough about these versions of these characters to spend hours writing this.

Anyway, only a single panel later:

And that’s that! Billy Batson has just outed his own alter-ego’s most embarrassing moment to whomever’s listening to WHIZ radio -- thank everything podcasts and the internet weren’t available then, ha! -- and we get to see a recounting of a very fun story.

Like I said earlier, I love this one for its essential humanity. The hero got himself into this mess, he and Billy got him out of this mess, and stopping the criminals was actually just kind of a lucky stroke thrown in there. But even though Cap got himself into this, the story never treats him like he’s stupid. It never treats him like he’s some kind of idiot. You’re laughing, but-- not in a mean way.

I love how human it is. How complete it is. How genuinely funny it is. It’s a thousand times more funny when you genuinely love and respect Captain Marvel and Billy Batson, too.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this dissertation on a skinny-dipping hero. LOL! I enjoyed sharing it with you.

#dc captain marvel #billy batson #shazam #whiz comics

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playinonaloop · 3 years

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Chapter 4: Save us

Warning throughout the series: (mentions of) smut, violence, drugs, alcohol, guns, maffia stuff, ya know!

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A warm wind blew onto Daniels ‘s face as he ran out into the garden. He blew out air through his nose while he crouched down. To torture you was one thing, but to kill you? Daniel knew that only would bring death and destruction to his family. His body became hot as the world started to spin around him. Daniel’s heart started to race, blood pounding in his ears. He sat down and tried to grab the small stones of the gravel path beneath him.

Thoughts were spinning through his head; his mother had really gone mad. She was really planning to kill you, for something as simple as money. Daniel knew that there was more to it than just money. He knew his family was tied up into something bigger than he could ever imagine. Why did you get left behind? Was this a way to get underneath the skin of his parents? Why didn’t they leave Joey? Were you something your family thought of as less, just as his family did?

Everybody in the Ricciardo family knew that his sister, Michelle, was going to be the next one to lead the family. Her being older, and perhaps more twisted, aided to that. She fitted right into the way his family portrayed themselves. Daniel didn’t use drugs like they did, he didn’t drink alcohol. He didn’t enjoy torturing like they did. In every aspect he was different than them. Joe, his dad, was in many ways like him but, because he married Grace, he changed to her liking. And with that, Joe didn’t hold her back in the things she did.

Daniels ‘s breath slowed down again as he got a grip of the stones beneath him. He threw them away from him as he took deep breaths to calm down again. After a short moment, he stood up and turned around to take a look at the house. His brown eyes scanned the house, taking it in. The big windows, balconies with lounge sets on them. A curtain that blew out of a window. Daniel walked back a bit to see the enormous roof with some small towers on top of it. He knew that it wasn’t normal to live in such a mansion. With that thought on his mind, he walked back inside.

Soft whimpers left your mouth as the pain became unbearable. The sun was now high up in the sky which meant that Daniels ‘s visit had been a few hours ago. You hadn’t had food or something to drink in a while now, in combination with being tortured it made you feel awful. The smell of dried blood was starting to make your head spin. As you looked down you saw that your jeans were drenched in blood. This made you close your eyes shortly; you knew you had lost a lot of blood.

When you opened your eyes, you knew you had slipped out of consciousness for a bit. The sun was starting to set. It marked the end of day four, making it almost five days since you saw your family. God, you hated this situation. A frustrated groan left your mouth as you thought about the last moments before you went on this stupid mission. Eating breakfast with your parents and Joey, giving your dog Katy a last cuddle before leaving. Tears started to well up in your eyes. You knew that you were going to die here if your family didn’t show up tomorrow. As a family you had mutually decided that, if there wasn’t an option to save one of them within the first five days of being kidnapped or left behind, you didn’t get saved. It took too much risk to come and save someone who might actually be dead due to starvation, torture or even murder. Yes, it was a very hard choice to accept. But it had to be done, to save the family.

The door behind you opened. It made you sit up, hoping someone came to bring you something to eat and drink. You realized that it wasn't a food delivery by the way the person moved through the room. Another set of footsteps joined.

"We're giving you another chance to 'fess up"

Michelle her voice cut through the air, a shiver running up your spine as Grace walked towards the windows. You quickly saw the gun she was carrying. It made you realize this could end in two different ways. You could either tell them or die. A smile played your mouth as another idea popped up in your mind.

"Okay"

"Okay?"

It made Michelle walk towards you, Grace turned around with a frown on her face.

"Yeah, I'm dying either way"

Grace scoffed and smiled. She let go of the gun.

"Clever girl..."

You told them this big story, how your parents decided they would legalize weed as they grew it on the farm back north of Queensland. To what degree they went to flood the now legal market. How they profited of it, making them become wealthier than they had ever been. You told them in detail where the farm was, Michelle left the room to send an investigator up there. Grace just stared at you. In dismay.

“I can’t believe you would betray your family like that.”

“Well, they left me here to die. Didn’t they?”

Hatred fueled your eyes, and they believed your story.

“I’ll make sure they get your regards”

Grace left. You took a deep breath in, shaking your fear out of you. The farm you talked about was an empty shell. Your family didn’t use it, as it used to be an old family home. It was completely empty. A giggle left your mouth, it was all a lie. The Ricciardo’s weren’t going to win in any way. You were going to die anyway, now or in 80 years.

You looked out of the window, staring into the abyss as a few hours passed by. It turned completely dark outside. The door behind you opened but you were too tired to respond.

It was Daniel that sat in front of you. A knife in his hands. You knew it was time. A tear slipped out of your eye, making you nudge your shoulder to your cheek. He didn't look at you.

"So ironic that you are the one to..." You scoffed softly.

Daniel looked up at you. Your eyes met and it was electrifying. Now that he was sitting here in front of you, you had time to take him in. Thinking that he would be the last thing you would see because you weren't sure if there was anything like an afterlife, your eyes slid over his head. You could see how messy his curls were, almost identical to how they were this morning. A number of curls had slumped to the side, as if they were too heavy to hold. You would always remember his sun-tanned head, that's how he used to look. The wrinkles around his eyes that no doubt came from laughing all the time. The beard that made him look older than he was. You looked further down. A muscular body, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and shorts. Daniel didn't wear socks, also something he never did. You now saw the rose on his hand, you recognized it from somewhere.

"How long do you have that rose?"

"I don't know, since 2018 I think, why?"

"No, it's nothing, thought I recognized it"

"Oh"

The silence came back, and it became unbearable.

"If you aren't going to kill me, just do it"

He stood up, playing with the knife. Daniel looked back and forth between you and the door. It made you want to cry, because he made your ending so much longer than it needed to be. That also made you angry. You could feel death lingering over you, his hands were playing with the knife as if it was a lego block, something as innocent as that.

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“Well how am I supposed to go on then?!” You looked up at him, despair in your eyes. This was the moment that would break or make your or his family.

Drawing blood from his hands as he twists the knife in his hands and looked away at the closed door.

You were starting to get annoyed with him. He was prolonging your life for what?

"Daniel, look at me damn it!"

He finally looked at you. Really looked at you. His eyes weren't blank anymore. Instead, you saw something you didn't recognize.

"I remember swimming with you and your brother, you know. Almost every summer behind the cliffs where we used to ride to from your house."

You raised an eyebrow as he started talking about something from the past. He continued.

"I remember playing hide and seek while our parents had meetings together. I recall sitting with you on the swing."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"A few years ago, I had the most wonderful night. It was a night out with friends. After a few drinks I decided to get on the dance floor. The club played the greatest hits but also a few from the past. While dancing, I saw the prettiest girl. High heels, a sleeveless dress, just up to my liking. Long legs, long hair and smelled like freshly cut watermelon with a hint of smoke but it didn't overwhelm me. "

You knew where this was going. Daniel was now face to face with you, close. Now you recognized the smell, sweet like a candy shop but also the saltiness from the sea.

"We danced for quite a bit, my hands roaming her body freely. Kissing her neck. She grabbed my hand, where I had a rose. A rose just like this one."

He shows you his hand. Not too close to your face to make sure he didn't cut you with the knife he held.

"It was a fake tattoo at the time, you know, some a temporary tattoo that you stick on with a wet cloth."

Daniel smiled as he bent down.

"My friend whispered to me that I was dancing with the devil."

A chuckle left his mouth. He sat on the floor in front of you.

"I was dancing with you, he had seen your face and made me leave. Again I was disturbed in being who I wanted to be. I wanted to be carefree, to live without the responsibility of being a member of the fucking maffia!"

His hand drove the knife into the wooden floor. It cracked. You tried to shuffle your chair backwards, afraid he would drive the knife in your leg next. Daniel looked up at you.

"My parents do not find me important enough to take me with them in most of the family meetings. They take Michelle. But in the last few days I've realized something. It's okay that they don't. Because I do not want to be like them."

Daniel pulled the knife out of the floor.

"I. Want. Out!"

He spoke through gritted teeth, moving the knife towards your leg.

"So, this is the plan. I will act like I killed you but obviously will not kill you. Then I will wrap the blanket, that's laying by the door, around you and I will carry you to the car. I'll go back inside to tell my parents that I am going to dispose of your body. I'll show them a picture of you in the blanket. In my car I have two fake passports, because we need to talk."

Daniel cut all the ropes around your feet, body and wrists. You were speechless to say the least. He walked to get the blanket and grabbed another bottle of something.

"Can you lay on top of it, I've got some fake blood I will put on your chest and onto the knife and then some on the blanket so it will be realistic."

You just looked at him, rubbing your wrists. The wounds on your stomach hurt.

"Why are you saving me?"

"Because, I reckon, you want out too. Now lay down, we don't have much time"

Daniel put a hand on your shoulder and softly pushed you towards the blanket. You sat and laid down carefully. He put some fake blood on your chest and on the knife. A little pool of blood was quickly created, but it was mixed with your own. Some of the cuts on your stomach opened, making you groan.

"Okay, okay, eyes closed; just a second."

He took the photo and put it in his back pocket.

"So just lay there for a minute. I've got some medical stuff to help you with the.. duh.."

Daniel looked visibly distressed.

"You don't have to talk about it"

Your voice was soft, making him look at you instead of the cuts. He grabbed Betadine and some bandages.

"It might hurt"

"Just do it, the proces of making them hurt even worse"

He looked hurt at the way you snapped at him.

"Sorry"

"No, it's okay"

Daniel gave you his hand before he put the Betadine on. You squeezed it hard, making you clench your jaws as he cleaned it a bit. He then bandaged it.

"I'm now going to wrap you up and carry you to the car"

Before you knew you were in the trunk of the car. It was dark, cold and to be quite frank; scary. You laid there for a bit, refueling yourself with small bites of the sandwich Daniel made and drinking a bit of water. The car started to drive away, making you grip the flooring of the trunk to hold on. You rest your head against the bag that laid in the trunk too. After a while, you slipped into a nap.

"Hey, you still with me?"

You opened your eyes and met Daniel who was very close to your face. It made you shuffle backwards. "Sorry, I'm just glad you're awake. Shall I help you get out?" "Yes, uh, please." Daniel grabbed your hands and helped you up. He briefly shielded your head as you came up and nearly hit the edge of the trunk. "I brought you some clothes to put on, because what you're wearing now can't be called clothes anymore." He handed you a bag and then walked away to the lookout point where we were parked. You looked around briefly before opening the bag. The bag was full of clothes, short-sleeved shirts, long-sleeved shirts, sweaters, jeans, sweatpants. You name it or it was in there. The cold had now crept into your bones, so you opted for layers. A short-sleeved shirt with a sweater over it. Jeans with a sweater over it. Daniel had even thought of clean underwear.

"You can turn around now, I'm dressed."

Daniel turned back to you and took you in.

His face showed signs of complete horror. "I'm so sorry." A tear rolled down his cheek. He collapsed, causing you to walk right up to him. He cried. Tears also slowly streamed down your cheeks. He put his arms around you. You cried together. After a while the tears were gone.

"What now?" "I need to let my parents know that I'm fine and that I'm free." "And after that?" "After that we'll see what we're going to do"

He smiled at you, it made you smile back. You were free, you were safe. Daniel saved you and himself in the proces.

"Can I suggest one thing we can do?"

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Can I kiss you?"

His voice was soft and nervous. Daniel kept smiling a little, with a little blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah"

"Yeah?"

You nodded.

"Okay"

Daniel stepped closer to you, the space between you now almost non existent. His hot breath fanned over your face. He looked down at you, scanning your eyes again. You took in that rich smell of cologne that he wore. It was as if the night at the club continued. But then in silent. His eyes looked into yours. They seemed lighter in color in the moonlight. The dark ring around his iris was a great contrast to the amber color inside. His pupils were large because of the lack of light in the area. Daniel surprised you by letting his lips gently touch yours. His hand found its place on your cheek, he gently rubbed it with his thumb. He tasted fresh, almost like he just brushed his teeth. It made you realized he had a mint before. Daniel had planned everything which made you giggle against his lips.

#Daniel Ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #imagine #fanfic #f1 #mob!au #angst

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malfoysmaybank · 3 years

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I Love You, Darling. - Draco Malfoy x She/Her!Reader

request by @bittersweetthoughts--ofinsanity : heyyy i saw you’re taking requests, i’d love one with draco and a golden trio friend (maybe a ravenclaw cause i’m a ravenclaw but it doesn’t matter really) set in the GoF, where instead of ron being put under water for Harry to save its the reader, cause her and Harry are close, and once he gets her out draco gets really concerned and worried about her, but also furious at Harry for allowing them to put the reader in danger.

warnings: ANGSTY ANGST ANGST, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, wounding, merpeople, sleeping spell stuff, fear of drowning type beat

wc: 1k

a/n: sooooo i had a lottt of fun with this request haha. this is one of my favorite requests ever, i love writing angst so so much, especially angsty fluffy stuff dhdixjzfshifksadhmvewikd anyways tysm for this request!!!! just a heads up that i changed a little bit of the plot shown in the books and movies to fit this imagine! also this really is any house reader, though one indicator that they’re a ravenclaw reader late in the imagine. Enjoy!

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As all the students saw Krum come up with Hermione, they cheered once more. Well, all the students except for Draco. He hadn’t seen you all day and he wondered if you had gotten sick, but as he watched the competitors of the Triwizard Tournament come up from the lake with their companions and friends, he started to wonder who Harry must have gotten. Ginny and Ron were watching, as well as Fred and George. Diggory came up with Cho, and Hermione had just come up. There weren’t many people it could’ve been and the majority of them had already come up or were cheering him on.

Except...

You.

The realization hit Draco like a truck. He started freaking out (internally of course, he had a reputation, after all.) “Hurry, Potter!” He said to himself. The clock was ticking and there was no way you could hold your breath for that long. Maybe it wasn’t you, maybe you were safe in your dorm with a minor fever, maybe he didn’t have to freak out after all. But then again, who else would it be? He had never pestered you about being friends with the golden trio but he felt it would do more harm than good. Nonetheless, he supported you and didn’t nitpick your friends, you were your own person.

As he wallowed in his thoughts, he heard thrashing from the water. Potter and Fleur came up without their counterparts. “I can’t find her!” they shouted in unison between breaths. You know what? Fuck his reputation. “Who? Who Potter?!” Draco shouted frantically. “Y/N!” Harry shouted. “And my little sister, Gabrielle! They’re somewhere at the bottom of the lake!” Fleur added. Draco wasted no time in taking off his shirt, socks, and shoes and jumping in after you (and hopefully Gabrielle). He swam for a while when he saw you and Gabrielle being held down under some sleeping spell by merpeople. He harshly kicked the merpeople away from both of you and they didn’t take that well. But before they could react, Draco was already swimming to the top with you and Gabrielle tucked under his arms.

Fleur thanked Draco profusely as she swam to retrieve her little sister from him. He nodded as he swam back to shore with you. As Draco got out, some other students helped you, Fleur, and Gabrielle out of the water. By this time you were awake, luckily, but you had a large gash on your leg. Draco picked you up bridal style to take you to Madam Pomfrey’s. “I’ll speak with you later, Potter.” Draco spat out bitterly towards the boy as he walked towards the castle with you in his arms. You whimpered when you accidentally bumped the wound on your leg with your hand. “Merlin, that hurt like a BITCH!” You yelled into his chest. “Shhh Darling, it’s alright. We’re gonna get you healed up, okay?” You nodded and nuzzled further into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you neared the front of the castle.

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“Draco, dear, could you pass that bandage over here?” Madam Pomfrey asked politely. Draco grabbed the bandage and handed it to her as she started to wrap up your leg. “While we did close the wound, it will still be weak for about 14 days.” Madam Pomfrey said to you. “For the time being, you are to wear this bandage and use these crutches.” You groaned but agreed. As soon as she was out of the room, Draco used the soles of his shoes on the wall to get his rolling chair to end up right at the side of your bed.

“Hey there, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “Very sore. And tired.” You pressed a finger to your chin, pretending to think. “And in need of cuddles.” You giggled and Draco smiled at the sound of it. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you further.” He said cautiously. “Yes, I am indeed very sure Draco. Come here.” You held out grabby hands and made puppy eyes. How could he resist?! “Fine, but tell me if I’m hurting you in any way.” He said. He hated seeing you in pain except seeing you fight Pansy that one time was kinda hot and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

He climbed in the small cot and situated you both so he was on his back with your hand on his chest and your head in the crook of his neck he loved holding you literally so much. You felt comforted at his scent: green apples with a hint of dark chocolate and some cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. “You scared me so bad earlier, darling.” Draco said quietly. “I’m so sorry, Dray. The good thing is that I’m safe and okay and nothing can hurt me anymore.” You said and looked up at him. “How can you always find the positive side in things?” You both laughed quietly. “I just love you so much and I couldn’t bear losing you. You mean so much to me, doll.” A single tear dropped down his cheek as he held you closer. You reached up and wiped the tear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m okay. I love you.” You said gently.

“How about we get some sleep? You’ve obviously had a pretty long day.” Draco joked and you nodded while giggling. You pulled the blue blanket Draco had gotten you from the Ravenclaw common room over the two of you. “You desperately need to tell Flitwick to create an actual passcode. It took me forever to figure out that riddle!” Draco complained. “What was the riddle?” you ask curiously. “How can you take 2 from 5 and leave 4?” He said. You thought for about 20 seconds. “Remove the 2 letters F and E from the word “five” and you have IV, which is 4 in roman numerals.” You said confidently. He groaned. “Seriously?! That took me like 15 minutes!” You both laughed and you let out a big yawn. “Goodnight, my love.” He kissed your hair and turned off the lamp beside you two. “Goodnight, Dray. Sweet dreams.” You kissed his neck. Before you fell asleep, you heard him say one last thing. “I love you, darling.”

#draco malfoy #harry potter #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco imagine #draco x ravenclaw!reader

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Hi! For the 5k thing, sorry if I’ve put too much!!! If you don’t mind doing this that is, it’s fine if you’re too busy! :D Congratulations!!! <333

Name: Jana Eliza

Gender + Pronouns: Female + she/her

Sexuality: Male-leaning biromantic demi greysexual (wow that’s long XD)

Fandom: MCU (excluding WandaVision characters)

Relationship: Romantic

Love Language: Quality Time as my primary, tie for Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation as secondary bc I’m touch and self esteem deprived 😂

Physical Traits: brown hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, short (5’1” ikkk 😭) but loves stilettos so usually a bit taller, not the cutest XD, IBTC but I have a good (not like big but good enough) a, idk what else to say lol

Personality Traits: Amicable & outgoing (I make best friends in minutes), been told I’m funny (pretty sure I’m just annoying tho lol), somewhat smart? I think???, ambivert, v emotive and expressive, get v passionate abt things, empathetic

Hobbies: Acting, Swimming, Writing, Reading, Singing, Ballet, Cooking/Baking, Researching, Learning Languages, some other stuff

Likes+Dislikes: LIKES: books!, food, eating, listening to music and dancing really badly around the house while I clean (srysly it’s such a good destresser), helping ppl, debates, professionalism, (also dressing professionally or dressing up for dances, my usual style is more casual obvs but I enjoy the suits and if you sharpen your stilettos you’ve got a nice weapon if things go south… if that breaks, it can be a good club too! Just some family friendly tips :D) FUNNY THINGS (I laugh all the time) specifically wit and dry humor (Monty Python? Tony Stark’s humor? Both are amazing) as well as sarcasm and satire;

Other Relevant Info: I want to join ROTC soon if I transfer to a school it’s at; hope to go into law (probably either as a public prosecutor, in foster care law to help with that, or family law to help ppl out of bad situations—basically, the law areas that aren’t as prosperous monetarily lol); trying to learn self defense and get back in shape; loves smoothies; i speak Spanish, English, some French (I read more than i speak), some Italian (I sing more than i speak), some German, currently learning Russian and ASL, hope to learn RSL as well, a minimal amount of Arabic, Hebrew, Finnish, know some basics of Ancient Greek and Latin; I love love love accents and am pretty good at them; I wear either heels or am barefoot and hate all other shoes (AND SOCKS I HATE SOCKS SO MUCH they’re THE WORSTTTT); definitely love memes too much and use incredibly obscure references 24/7; v good at English and writing compared to my classmates; love math and physics (ik, I’m weird like that) and logic puzzles; history is my favorite subject tho and I want to travel the world to immerse myself in different cultures; THE MOST sarcastic person you will ever meet; i say sorry way too much and ppl get onto me for it lol; so much more but this is long enough as is sorry abt that btw!!

CHOICE NUMBER: 4

all good my love, thank you!!!

i ship you with…

Scott Lang !!!

You two had a mission, it was very, very serious. Your world depended on it. It couldn’t go on without you and Scott doing what needed to be done. Clean the house. You and Scott always knew how to make any chore a blast, though, so this was going to be a breeze. You and him had speakers blasting, the perfect cleaning playlist. There was singing and dancing as you scrubbed down the showers, sinks, toilets. You swept and dusted, cleaned clothes and beds, and acted like you two were in a Disney Princess movie. When the day was finally over, you two made it to the couch with the food you ordered in and turned on a movie, recapping the wonderfully spent day in your mind.

5K Shipping Event!

#ask #utterly in like #shipping event #5k event

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