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harryspet · 2 months

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bambi eyes (6) r.cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, DUBCON, dd/lg, sugar daddy rafe, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression. little editing, barry doing barry things 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which your Daddy finally takes you to the country club.

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You were reading—slowly but surely. You took each sentence of the chapter book word by word, sounding out each syllable until it made sense to you. With a pink highlighter, you marked over every word you didn’t know the meaning of. You’d ask Rafe about those later or spend some time flipping through the dictionary. You flipped around in the cloud of linens you called a bed, attempting to find another comfortable position. You were reading about a girl with cat-like superpowers and the adventures she went on with her pet cats.

Lana had told you about all the stray cats she feeds out by her house and how a lot of them will let her pet them once they’ve been around her long enough. You’ve been doing your absolute best to stay on Rafe’s good side, knowing the next thing you’d ask him was if he’d let you get a cat. You knew there were plenty out there that needed good homes, just like you did at one point.

You didn’t ask him to take you anywhere unless he invited you. And after that lady had that outburst at the grocery store with him, his invites became less frequent. Every week, he took you to ballet practice and straight home. You reminded yourself to be grateful even for that experience since it kept your boredom at bay. When your Daddy called, you came straight away. When he told you to stay in your room, you stayed. When he held your wrist so hard that they bruised, you kept tears from escaping your eyes. When he brought you a present, you thanked him with your words and happily with your mouth.

A knock at your door caused you to sit up straight. You didn’t ever need to respond with “come in,” as the knock was just a warning that he was coming in, not a request. Rafe eyed you, the crinkles in his eyes letting you know he needed sleep before he looked down at his expensive gold watch. “If I’m not mistaken, I was invited to a one-o’clock tea party and lunch, and my host has yet to retrieve me.”

You palmed your face, your cheeks heating up. “I lost track of time, sorry.” You closed your book, stood, and straightened out your short gingham dress, “Everything should be ready though. Bunny is dressed. I just need help carrying all the guests.”

Before you could leave your book on the bed, Rafe said, “Bring it. I want you to read me somethin’.”

You agreed although the idea made you nervous. You grabbed Bunny, who was dressed in a matching gingham outfit, and then directed Rafe over to your mountain of stuffed animals. Impressively, he grabbed the six stuffed animals in one fell swoop, “Got ‘em, let’s go.”

Now that it was starting to get nicer outside, Lana suggested turning your tea parties into picnics on the front lawn. She’d laid out a floral linen sheet and placed a beautiful flower centerpiece in the middle, along with a wicker basket. You took your stuffed animals one by one from Rafe’s hand, placing them perfectly along the edge of the sheet, “And you sit here, Daddy,” You directed him and waited for him to get comfortable, “I’ll go get the sweet tea and finger sandwiches!”

“Don’t run!” Rafe shouted after you as you hurried back into Tannyhill. As soon as you were out of his line of sight, you picked up your speed, looking to find Lana.

You found Lana in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the array of desserts, “These look beautiful, Lana!” You exclaimed as she finished piping pink icing onto the cupcakes. You opened the fridge to grab the pitcher of sweet tea. “Did you make sure to add extra lemons? He really likes extra lemons-“

“Yes, I did, I know,” Lana responded, “Don’t be so worried, it’s just Rafe.”

You set the pitcher on the counter, taking a deep breath, “He wants to hear me read my book, Lana.”

“So? You’ve been doing so well in our lessons! You sound great to me when you’re reading and you’re only going to get better. The long, fancy words will come later,” She lifted the tray of sandwiches and desserts and you took it into your hands, “You’re a smart girl.”

“I am?” Lana smiled warmly, making sure you were carefully holding both the pitcher and tray.

“Yes, you are,” She assured you, “Go enjoy your lunch. Afterward, you’ll help me with the laundry, right?”

You beamed back at her, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

When you made your way back to the front lawn, Rafe was where you left him but his phone was pressed to his ear. As soon as he saw you, he said, “---Everyone has dirt. Everyone has a weakness. Find it. I gotta go, I really don’t want to hear about this shit again.” You carefully set down the tray and pitcher, Rafe having intense conversations over the phone having become very natural to you.

Rafe let out an annoyed breath, setting his phone down, “Doesn’t it look delicious, Daddy?” You asked, cutting through the tension.

Rafe nodded, “It does. This is the highlight of my day,” He admitted, “You’re the highlight of my day, Bambi.”

Your nervousness slowly turned into eagerness as Rafe looked at you. He always looked at you like you were something precious, even if you felt the opposite, and you found that you could easily be yourself around him. Although it seemed you were figuring out who you were every day that you were at Tannyhill.

You poured Rafe’s drink into an antique-looking glass, one that Lana had entrusted you with taking care of, “Made just how you like it,” You handed it to him and promptly began to hand out the rest of the dishware, making sure Bunny and your stuffed animals had tiny replicas of them. With small tongs, you carefully placed sandwiches on your and Rafe’s plates, “I like pickles now. They aren’t so bad.”

“Oh, thank God,” Rafe responded with his mouth full, already halfway through his first sandwich, “I was really worried there for a second.”

You giggled, “You were worried?”

“I was as soon as you tried one and said you didn’t like it,” Rafe said, which made you laugh more, “This just confirms you’re perfect. And open-minded. And beautiful.”

“Me liking pickles means that I’m beautiful.” You were trying to follow his logic, your cheeks heated in embarrassment, but he interrupted you with a messy kiss.

As you finished up lunch, you found yourself entangled with Rafe, your legs over his lap and leaning against his chest as you opened up your book. You hoped starting with chapter one would make it easier, knowing you’d read it at least five times this morning. Luckily, you now had someone who could tell you the meaning of the words you had the most trouble with. Rafe used the strategy of not only defining the word but using it in an example sentence.

“Ill-u-min-ate.”

“Every time you walk into a room, you illuminate it with your beauty.”

“Haz-ar-dous.”

“It would be very hazardous to get between me and my Bambi.”

“Fuh-ruh-strat-ed.”

“Seeing you naked gets me extremely frustrated.”

“I thought you said it meant to angry,” You countered, and you could feel him grinning.

“Words can mean different things,” He spoke cryptically, “Hey, you know, I’m really impressed with your reading, Bambi.”

You straightened up and turned to look at him, “You mean it?”

“I’m really proud of you,” he nodded. “I wasn’t sure if Lana could help you all on her own, but I think you’re making good progress.”

You wrapped your arms around him, immediately needing to physically express your satisfaction, your weight effectively toppling the two of you over. Pride was a new feeling that you were getting used to. “Does this mean I could go to a real school? Like in the movies? Maybe law school? Like Elle Woods?” You straddled Rafe, his hands gently exploring the backs of your thighs.

“Are you talking about Legally Blonde?” Rafe’s eyebrows raised, his eyes undoubtedly flashing to a past memory, probably related to his sisters, “Did Lana show you that?”

“It was really good,” You nodded, “How far away is Stanford?”

“Far,” Rafe stated, and you got the feeling he wasn’t explaining as much as he could, “Let’s not — uh, let’s focus on just reading a chapter book. Once you’re reading like Shakespeare and shit, we can talk about college.”

“Okay,” You agreed, pressing your nose to his, “How many books do I have to read before we get a kitty cat, Daddy?”

“I see what you did there,” Rafe stared you down. You gave him a mischievous look as you pressed your lower half closer to his. “I think Daddy’s going to need a lot of convincing on that idea as well.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Rafe’s fingers trailing over your panties, “What can I do to convince you, Rafey?”

You saw the lust in his eyes. That was one nickname he seemed to like even more than Daddy. “Slide those panties to the side and take Daddy’s cock out.”

“But the guards–” You rushed out, and Rafe’s grip tightened on your thighs.

“You didn’t seem to mind when you climbed on top of me,” Rafe countered, “C’mon, you have to finish what you started, little girl.”

After those words, you tried to ignore the idea of one of Rafe’s men catching a glimpse of what the two of you were doing. You did as Rafe said but as timidly and covertly as possible, sliding your panties to the side and then undoing his zipper. Like Rafe had taught you before, you spit into your hand, rubbing the liquid against your hole and using the rest to lubricate his tip.

You looked Rafe in the eyes before he could command you to, and Rafe gave you the same proud look that he had on his face when he complimented your reading skills. Rafe sat up on his hands, and as you placed him against your entrance, you made sure the skirt of your gingham dress was fully covering your ass. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slowly enveloped every inch of him.

You whimpered into his ear, already feeling overwhelmed. Your thighs burned as you tried to move up and down his length, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing it wrong. You and Rafe didn’t often have sex in this position, and if you did, Rafe would just end up pinning your hips in place and thrusting up into you. In this position, you were almost in complete control, and it made each sensation feel even more heightened.

“Grind into me,” Rafe spoke huskily, “It’ll feel better that way.”

You started to roll your hips against him, and instantly you felt something building within you. With that motion, you could feel your clit rubbing against him. As you controlled the speed and how deep he was inside of you, you adjusted it entirely to your liking, and it surprised you how good you made yourself feel, “You gonna make yourself cum on my cock, Bambi?”

You gave him a shaky nod, “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Cum for me.”

You whimpered into his ear, suddenly burning up even though you were directly under the sun. “Thank you, thank you,” you muttered breathlessly. “Thank you, Rafey.”

“Look at you,” Rafe said, “My grateful little girl is squeezing me so good. Keep going, baby.”

Rafe squeezed you tightly in his arms like he was hugging you as you felt him fill your insides. “Fuck,” Rafe grunted in your ear, “Didn’t know you were so good at that.”

Rafe was doing something he promised himself he’d never do.

Maybe this would’ve been an option at the beginning of their relationship when he wasn’t so attached. The idea of doing this now … every fiber of his being was telling him that this was wrong. “Everybody has a weakness. You told me that, right? I did some digging. Some super fucking deep digging,” Barry had started.

Atlantic Crest Properties is one of Cameron Development’s biggest rivals both on the island and the mainland. Nathaniel Sterling, the CEO, was one of Ward’s closest friends, but since his death, Rafe had struggled to maintain Nathan’s favor. In fact, he disliked Rafe so much that he was purposely starting to poach Cameron Development’s construction laborers and spreading misinformation about the company’s financial status.

Rafe had worked hard to dig the company out of debt, and Sterling was preventing future investors from giving the company a chance, “There’s this high-end bar on the mainland that he always visits, placed called the Platinum Parlor. This guy is there every weekend, at least. One of my boys tells me that the place is basically a front for a swingers club. They won’t let you in unless you’re a member, and there’s like secret codes you use to, you know, get access to what you’re looking for.”

“Get to the point, please.”

“Basically, he’s a freak. He always asks for a girl named Venus. My boy was telling me this, and I realized I knew that girl; she used to buy from me. I rode over there looking for her before her shift started, and I offered her some powder for some information. She couldn’t tell me everything, but he’s shown her videos of him doing some stuff, and he always asks that she wear pigtails, a plaid skirt, glasses, the whole school-girl look …” Rafe listened as Barry delved further into all the debauchery he’d heard.

“...what are you implying, Barry?”

“I’m trying to say you have the perfect tool to solve yo’ problem. This is the only thing the dude gets off on, and I know his wife ain’t home dressing up for him. You have the most innocent girl in the world, and she actually likes wearing her hair in pigtails.”

“I know you’re not telling me I should let him fuck her–”

“No, no, Rafe! I’m saying that you can let him think that he can for as long as you need him to. That’s your in.”

“Fuck, I don’t wanna do that.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing you’ve ever done, country club.”

Barry was right about that.

You liked the way the Kooks dressed, and they all seemed to exude happiness. They matched and coordinated every piece of their outfits, and even the ones playing sports had at least one piece of expensive-looking jewelry on.

Rafe’s black polo and khaki shorts were nicely pressed, and he looked every bit like a seasoned golfer. He also gripped the golf cart’s wheel in one hand, carefully and quickly navigating the expansive green course.

After you made your first stop, Rafe started by showing you the basics of acting as his caddy. He pointed at the clubs he would most likely be using and made you practice grabbing them. He also placed you in charge of keeping up the scorecard, slowly explaining all the numbers you were meant to help keep track of. You quickly learned this was a more complicated game than you imagined, and you weren’t sure how much fun it would actually be to play it.

Still, you were overjoyed that Rafe had even invited you out of the house to the country club, of all places. You spent a total of two hours deciding what to wear that morning until Rafe ultimately made the decision for you, choosing a short-sleeve, collared white dress. He also helped you tame your hair into two high ponytails wrapped in pink bows. As soon as you saw how cute you looked, you made sure to ask Rafe if they made golf dresses in Bunny’s size.

You watched intently as Rafe stepped up to the first tee, positioning his feet and adjusting his grip on the club with practiced ease. With a smooth swing, he sent the ball soaring through the air, landing neatly on the fairway with a satisfying thud.

“Wow,” Your mouth hung open as you watched, “That was amazing, Rafey!”

“You wanna try it?”

Hands behind your back, you nervously stepped closer, “Relax,” Rafe said, “I’m gonna help you.”

The actual golf club was much heavier than you were expecting and probably too tall for you, but Rafe adjusted your position accordingly. You felt him pressed against your back, his strong arms enveloping your frame and his hands wrapped around yours. “You’re always going to start with a tight grip, and then it’s all about your stance.” Rafe placed his leg between yours, kicking your feet apart until they were about shoulder-lengths apart, “Bend your knees for me, sweet girl.”

“This feels … hazardous,” You tried and you felt Rafe’s chest vibrate as he chuckled.

He stepped back from you, “Try bizarre,” You nodded, mouthing the word quietly, but kept your stance, “But you look great. Now, for the backswing. When you swing, you’re going to keep your arms straight and shoulders relaxed, and I want you to turn your upper half until the club is all the way back.”

You tried to follow his list of instructions, but Rafe ended up grabbing ahold of you again to demonstrate the motion, “You’re going to let the club flow naturally through the ball,” He guided you until you were ready to entirely give it a go, “You got this, Bambi.”

You obeyed Rafe’s final instruction and were surprised that you actually hit the ball, although it landed about five feet in front of you. “Look!” you jumped from excitement.

“You did it,” Rafe grinned, “Wanna try again?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your voice trailed off as another golf cart approached. Instinctively, you closed the gap between you and Rafe.

“Mr. Cameron!” An older gray-haired man, maybe in his 50s, approached, grin hidden partially by a thick mustache, “So lovely of you to grace this fine club with your presence after so many years.”

His deep and commanding voice soon matched his stature as he climbed out of the cart. A shorter, younger man was riding in the passenger side. A gold name tag was pinned to the left side of his chest. “Mr. Sterling,” Rafe greeted back, and you looked up to see a tight, slightly painful grin on his lips. “From what I’ve heard, you frequent this place a little too much. Do they have a reserved parking spot for you yet?”

Mr. Sterling let out a pinched laugh.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

It was then that the tall man made deep, soul-searching eye contact with you, “Bambi, this is Nathaniel Sterling. He owns Atlantic Crest Properties, which operates here on the island. Nathaniel, this is my girlfriend, Bambi.”

Nathaniel reached out a hand, and you officially felt you’d been thrown into the spotlight. You hadn’t interacted with anyone outside of Tannyhill or your ballet class. Rafe nodded slightly, signaling that it was okay to accept his hand. The man’s grip was strong and calloused.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bambi,” He greeted you.

“Hi,” You spoke softly, “You do work like Rafe does?”

“Oh, yes, and much better, sweetheart,” You smiled, believing he was trying to make a joke, “I saw your swing on the way up. With some more practice, I can see you becoming a pretty good player.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened.

“Rafe’s gonna have to get you your own set of clubs,” Nathaniel smirked. “Or maybe you can have my daughter’s since she only uses them sparingly anymore.”

“That would be–” The words came out faster than you could stop them, “That’s a really kind offer, Mr. Sterling.”

You looked up at Rafe, excited by the offer, “I’m sure I can afford a new set,” Rafe stated.

“Anyways,” Mr. Sterling coughed to clear the tension, “If the two of you aren’t too exhausted after your game, you should join me at the Steakhouse for an early dinner. Why waste the opportunity for us to catch up.”

You got a similar feeling to when you were around Barry and Rafe, like the two of them were having a conversation with their eyes. Mr. Sterling seemed intimidating, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to see more of this place.

“Sound good,” Rafe agreed, which you were grateful for, “We’ll see you there.”

After playing a few more holes and Rafe finishing your crash course on golf, he started showing you around. There were two Olympic-sized pools, a spa, daycare, and gym, and they even offered horse rides along the beach on special occasions. The two of you explored a women’s boutique—well, you explored it while Rafe had a conversation over the phone with Barry. You noticed Mr. Sterling’s name come up a few times but became distracted when you saw the perfect dress.

Although you thought Rafe might say it was too fancy for dinner, Rafe immediately called the attendant over so you could try it on. It was princess style, with short sleeves tied with cream-colored ribbons and a skirt flowing out in three tiers. The attendant helped you into the corset, and you were practically locked in by the time you showed Rafe.

He was already leaning against the payment counter, black card in hand. “We’ll take it; she’s going to wear it out,” he said as you twirled around. “You want anything else?”

“No,” You spoke breathlessly. “This is perfect. Thank you, Rafe!”

Rafe entwined his fingers with yours and held your hand throughout the entire walk to the restaurant. You found Mr. Sterling waiting for you at a table in the corner of the restaurant, with large windows on either side of him that looked out onto the beach. As he waved you over, Rafe leaned down to whisper to you, “You don’t have to say anything or answer any question you don't want to.”

“Okay,” You said softly, knowing he was just looking out for you.

“Rafe, Bambi,” He said as the two of you approached. You took the seat closest to the window after Rafe pulled it open for you, “How was the rest of your game?”

Despite the words he just told you, Rafe looked at you first as if he wanted you to answer, “It was really good,” You replied, trying to maintain a certain level of confidence, “I learned a lot and, uhm, the weather was just really perfect today.”

“I agree, it’s a beautiful day, and let me also say how beautiful you look in your dress, Bambi,” You had to glance away, a reflexive gesture to hide the embarrassed gesture that reached your face. You smiled despite the fact that your face was trembling, “It’s new?”

“Y-Yes, thank you. That’s—" You remembered the menu sitting on the table in front of you, and then you realized you were far too nervous at that moment to try to read it. “Do they have ice cream here?” you blurted out.

Rafe’s lips parted, but Nathaniel interrupted, “I think you’ll be quite happy with the dessert selection. Order whatever you like,” You felt Rafe’s hands suddenly on your thigh. He was trying to hide how tense was, but it wasn’t working.

When the waiter approached, Rafe ordered for you, which you were grateful for: chicken fingers, mac and cheese, and apple juice. He then went ahead and ordered you a dessert called strawberry crunch ice cream cake.

Rafe and Nathaniel bantered for a while about business and things related to Kildare that you didn’t fully understand. For the most part, you focused on enjoying your food and addressing Nathaniel whenever he addressed you. Some of your nervousness washed away because the man seemed to smile and laugh in reaction to every word that you said as if you were the most amusing thing in the world.

Halfway through the dinner, you leaned over to whisper in Rafe’s ear.

“I need to go potty.”

Rafe nodded before pointing across the restaurant where he knew the bathroom was, “It’s over there. Go straight there and come back, please,” Rafe felt you squeeze his hand before you got up from your seat.

Usually, he’d love to watch you walk away, but his eyes were entirely fixed on Nathaniel, who was watching you intently.

“She’s quite … cute,” the man said sincerely, as if he were thinking deeply. “She’s so pure … hard to believe she was a whore when you found her.”

Rafe squinted, nodding his head, “She was never a whore, Nathaniel.”

“She knows how to fuck, doesn’t she?”

“She comes from unfortunate circumstances, yes, but I’d appreciate it – greatly – if you didn’t call her that,” Rafe tone was sharp as he leaned closer, elbows on the table, “I really want to work something out with you, Nathaniel, but you’re not going to treat me like I’m just Ward’s son. I want something from you, and you want something from me. I’ll respect you if you treat me the same.”

“You’ve grown attached,” Nathaniel seemed to brush off Rafe’s intensity, “I apologize. Really, I’ve spent a short time with her, and I’m already quite enamored. I admire you, Rafe. You’ve trained her quite nicely.”

“She’s a good girl,” Rafe tried to set his emotions aside, and the feelings he had about you that seemed to make him go crazy. He needed to be cold. He needed to be the Rafe who’s able to pull a trigger and not feel any remorse, “She’s under tight lock and key. She’s under my watch, and I know exactly where she is 24/7.”

“Cameras?” Nathaniel’s interest peaked.

“In her playroom,” Rafe shrugged.

“Huh,” The man’s jaw clicked, “I want pictures and videos, at the very least.”

This is what Rafe wanted but he couldn’t help but feel pause. The man in front of him was desperate. He could own Nathaniel with the knowledge he was giving up and the secrets that you could probably draw from in. It was dangerous involving you, but what Barry said was true, you were going to open doors for him.

“At the very least?”

“Yeah, everything after that we can negotiate.”

Rafe could only think for a minute because you were happily skipping back towards the table. Your hands were cradled together, open towards him and holding peppermints, “Look, Rafe, they had a whole bowl of free mints in the bathroom,” You chirped, “I’m going to save some of these for Lana if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s fine.” Rafe smiled at you. “I was just telling Nathaniel about the amazing tea parties you like to throw.”

As you plopped down in your seat, your princess-style dress puffing up and then deflating like a balloon, your eyes widened. “It’s really fun!” you added. “Next time, I want to paint tea-cup handles. You should come, Mr. Sterling. Is that okay?”

The two men exchanged glances before Nathaniel narrowed his eyes back on you, running a hand over his face to smooth down his mustache, “That sounds delightful, sweetheart.”

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lovelyverosika · 3 months

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You didn’t know but with a twist

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!Reader

Warning: swearing

A/N: Hey<3 My name is Verosika and I’ll write fanfictions whenever I have the time to :) This is my first time writing one, so it’s based on the song "You didn’t know" to make it easier for me. Just to let you know english isn’t my first language..so be prepared for some grammar mistakes :,D

Y/N POV:

We all sat in the courtroom, waiting for the trail to begin. Next to me was my husband Adam and Lute. I wasn’t supposed to be here but Adam wanted me to hear the "childish" and unrealistic ideas of the princess of hell.

After everyone was here Sera spoke "We're gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell, can be redeemed into heavenly realm by means of this 'Hazbin hotel', Princess Morningstar?",Sera said wanting Charlie to speak up.

I looked down to Charlie,my head resting on Adam’s shoulder. "Webster's dictionary defines redemption as-" before Charlie could speak Adam interrupts her: "Objection, lame and unoriginal". I sighed at his immature behaviour and gave him a slight bump with my head.

Charlie was flipping through her cards making Adam roll his eyes. "If you have actually evidence, then show it already." He said,glaring at Charlie. "We have two patrons already they’re making incredible progress" Charlie defended and I smiled, "Who?", I asked. "Angel Dust" Charlie spoke. "Oh yeah, the pornstar demon" Adam snickered as he added. "He's totally worth being redeemed".

Suddenly Monika,another demon stood up. "Well then, if you know so much…what do you think it takes to get into heaven?",she spoke. It was quiet until I asked if Adam was okay. He scoffed as he pulled out a golden paper from his pockets and a pen, "Give me a fucking moment, okay?",he then started writing and gave me the paper as I read it out, "Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man?", I chuckled looking at him with an raised eyebrow. He shrugged "Uh, yeah? Sure got me here...didn't it?",he said seemingly questioning himself. Sera sighed before saying: "He was the first human soul in heaven."

In the following hours Charlie showed us the improvement of this demon called Angel dust and how he did everything what Adam wrote on his list but nothing happened. Sera only sighed as she wanted to declare the trail as failed and that we will see what brings someone to heaven when the first soul arrives. I sat there with my head hanging. I felt bad for keeping my secret,especially when I looked over to Emily,who held the paper that Adam had written earlier.

Emily: But she was right, Sera. She showed us a soul can improve. He saw the light, Sera. Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance. Now we turn our backs, no second glance?

Sera: It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink.

Charlie: It's not fair, Sera!

Vaggie: Careful, Charlie, keep a cool head.

Charlie: No! Don't you care, Sera? That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways turn the page, escape infernal blaze.

Y/N: I'm sure you wish it could be so. But there's a lot that you don't know.

Lute: What are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.

Lute & Adam: There's no question to be posed!He's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that Hell is forever?

Adam: A man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait to…

Y/N: Adam…

Adam: Come down and exterminate you.

Emily: Wait!

Adam: Shit…

Emily: What are you saying? Let me get this straight…You go down there and kill those poor souls?

Charlie & Y/N: You didn’t know?

Adam: Whoops

Lute: Guess the cat’s out of the bag.

Adam: What’s the big deal?

Emily: Sera, tell me that you didn't know…

Sera: I thought, since I'm older it's my load to shoulder

Emily: No!

Sera: You have to listen, it was such a hard decision. I wanted to save you, the anguish it takes to do what was required.

Emily: To think that I admired you, well I don't need your condescension. I'm not a child to protect! Was talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you're purveying?

Charlie: That's what the fuck I've been saying!

Emily,Charlie & Monika: If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie! If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky. The rules are shades of gray, when you don't do as you say. When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.

Monika: Don't you act all high and mighty!Adam did you ever think your "sweet" wife might be a liar?

Y/N: Huh? Wait no…please!

Monika: Don’t be such a crybaby! Why hide the fact that you were a demon just like us?

Part 2

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jojojoy1 · 11 months

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That was flirting!? - Oliver Bearman

Oliver Bearman x reader

You always loved going to races with Ollie. Watching him in his element was the best thing in the world. Seeing the passion he has for the sport and the dedication he pours into it.

And seeing him interacting with fans always warmed your heart. But that didn't mean the occasional overly touchy fan didn't annoy you.

You're not a jealous person normally, but you can't help it when drop dead gorgeous fans start talking to Ollie, and god for bid the touch him. You trust Ollie with every bone in your body. You know he doesn't think of those girls as anything but his amazing fans. You're the only one he has eyes for. But it still gets to you sometimes.

After Ollie's amazing qualifying, starting in P1, countless fans came up to you both, congratulating him. It put a huge smile on your face, until one fan started talking to him.

She was beautiful. If you looked up the definition of gorgeous in the dictionary her picture would be there. She completely ignored you, not even a hello. Her hands immediately went for Ollie's arms, stroking up and down as she spoke.

You hated the whole interaction. You hated her.

"Well done on P1, Ollie." She said in a sexy voice.

"Oh thank you." Ollie responded, oblivious to her intentions. "We really pushed today. Now we've just got to wait for tomorrow and see what we can do."

"Well, I'm always cheering for you." Her hand travelled down Ollie's arm and she lightly held his hand.

That was the last straw for you. You grabbed Ollie's hand, knocking her's away in the process. You didn't give Ollie anytime to protest as you were storming to the car park. You could feel the girl staring daggers at you, but you didn't care.

You got in the car, Ollie quickly doing the same.

"What was that?" He asked you.

"What are you talking about?" You sat with your arms crossed, slightly slouched in your chair, pouting and avoiding Ollie's gaze.

"Why did you drag me away just then?"

"Because it's late and you've got a race tomorrow, so you need to rest."

Ollie stared at you before responding, trying to read your face for the truth. When it finally clicked, a small smirk made its way onto his face.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?" You finally turned to face him.

"Is somebody jealous?" He chuckled slightly.

"What!? No! I don't get jealous."

"You are. You're jealous."

"Well can you blame me. That girl was beautiful, she had her hands all over you and she just acted like I didn't exist." You sat up more now, voicing the reason for your weird behaviour. "And you were totally oblivious to everything she was doing."

"What do you mean I was oblivious?" Ollie reached over to gently grasp your hand.

"She was flirting with you and you did nothing."

"Oh. That was flirting!?" The look of confusion on his face made you giggle a little bit.

"Yes, that was flirting." Your other hand went to cup his cheek, gazing into his beautiful eyes.

"Well, who cares if she was flirting or not. At the end of the day I have you and I don't need anything more." His words made you blush, and Ollie smiled in amusement at the affect he had on you.

"Honestly, you'll be the death of me with how sweet you are."

"You love it." Ollie said as he moved closer, bumping your nose with his.

"I do." You agreed with him as he placed a soft kiss against your lips.

#f2 x reader #f2 x you #f2 x y/n #f2 #formula two x reader #formula two x you #formula 2 x reader #formula two #formula 2 #formula 2 x you #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman x you #oliver bearman x reader #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #f2 fanfic #fanfic

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toreii · 11 months

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Sebek: “And, you must be very worried about Princess Meleanor.”

Lilia: “Worried? Me about Princess Meleanor? Ahahaha!”

Lilia: “It’s not the princess I’m worried about. It’s Wild Rose Castle, and my own life!”

Lilia: “During my absence, the castle was completely destroyed by the princess’s tantrum…I want to avoid something like that.”

Sebek: “Huh?”

Lilia: “The Draconians, who rule the Briar Country, are the descendants of the dragons, who are said to be the pinnacle of the night spring genus.”

Lilia: “The “princess” of your country may be a beautiful person that everyone should protect…”

Lilia: “Our princess is so strong that even if we attacked her as a group, we wouldn't stand a chance.”

Lilia: “On top of that, she’s a tomboy, quick to quarrel, selfish, and prone to tantrums…furthermore, she’s unbelievably vicious.”

Lilia: “Princess Meleanor is truly the “most evil” princess in Briar Country.”

Lilia: “If you’ dawdle, lightning will strike your head, or you’ll be roasted by flames blowing from her mouth.”

Lilia: “I’m not kidding, I tell you. Seriously, that princess.”

Baul: “G-GENERAL OF THE RIGHT! YOU’VE SAID ENOUGH!”

Lilia: “How rude. I’ve dragged this out long enough.”

Lilia: “I mean, I’ve been abused by that princess for 300 years as far as I can remember.”

Lilia: “If Lady Meleanor was only the kind of princess who quietly waits for a prince riding a white dragon to the castle…”

Lilia: “I’m sure I wouldn’t have to struggle as much.”

Baul: “G-GENERAL OF THE RIGHT!”

Lilia: “Well…the only solace is that I’ll be able to stay at Wild Rose Castle obediently for the next 2-3 years.”

Lilia: “As expected of a princess, she won’t do anything unreasonable until her precious egg hatches.”

Sebek/Silver/Grim: “EGG!!??”

Lilia: “What? Why are you suddenly shouting…?”

Silver: “Princess M-Meleanor already has an heir!?”

Sebek: “Y-Y-Young…no, where is the egg now!? Is it in Wild Rose Castle with its parents!?”

Yuu:

(Tsunotarou was born from an egg!?)

(How old is Tsunotarou?)

Baul: “Why do you guys care where the heir egg is?”

Baul: “It’s suspicious……surely, you wouldn’t be going after the egg!?”

Silver: “O-Of course not! We didn’t even know an heir had been born…!”

Lilia: “Haa…you’d know where the egg is even if you walk around that area in this country.”*

Lilia: “Dragon eggs do not hatch unless you pour love and magic from their parents.”

Lilia: “Besides, the safest place in this country is none other than the arms of Lady Meleanor.”

Lilia: “As far as I know, it can’t be done.”

Baul: “But! There’s also the matter of Lord Ryūgan. Don’t trust strangers! It’s best to be careful.”

Lilia: “Lord Levan of Ryūgan, huh……”

Lilia: “If he had returned safely, we wouldn't have gone to the eastern fortress to run errands.”

Lilia: “That couple has been working me extra since I was a child.”

Notes:

Siiigh… Again, I apologize for any mistakes. I seem to be having some trouble with Lilia’s lines. I feel like I’m struggling a lot more right now than I sometimes do. I don’t blame the writing. It’s definitely me and my lack of comprehension.

Anyways, about Malleus’s dad…or, rather, his title. I left it the way the furigana was written, but I’m not entirely sure how to translate it. My app translated it as “longan”, and several online dictionaries stated this, but I’m still not sure. Kanji wise, it reads as dragon/imperial, eyeball, and public/prince/official/governmental according to Jisho. Until we get an official translation, I will leave it as so.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #episode 7 #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #silver #twst silver #grim #twst grim #baul zigvolt #twst baul #meleanor draconia #twst meleanor #levan #twst levan #translations not 100% accurate

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crazycatgirl420 · 4 months

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Fuck Around, Find Out

Ghost King Danny tutors Impulse, Bart Allen, in Summoning magic after a horrible drunken Summoning disaster.

Part 1

Monday came much too soon. Danny had spent his weekend preparing his first lesson for Bart, considering he was so deep in his non-belief of magic that he nearly started a war, Danny decided they would have to start with the basics as taught to newly formed entities in the Realms.

Danny removed his pc and monitors from his desk, snapping on a white board attachment and putting several notebooks, pens, pencils, and markers in the drawers. He held his folder of lesson plans and his own notebook. At exactly four o'clock he put one hand on the desk and appeared right in front of his Contractor.

There was a crash sound behind him, and a wide eyed red-head on the couch, a game controller in his hand.

"We agreed on four to six for your lessons." Danny reminded him. "We have a lot to cover and I do not want to spend my entire existence teaching you."

Thee human grimaced but nodded. "What are we doing today?"

"You'll be learning to read and write," Danny said. "Magic is its own language, if you don't know it you can't effectively use it."

Bart spent two hours copying the Infinite Realms Dictionary of Magic into his first notebook while Danny read it aloud.

"There are six hundred and seventy languages used in this dimensions magical script," Danny explained. "As a living being born of this realm you only need to be fluent in those six hundred seventy languages, which is a lot less than what I had to learn as a being of the Infinite Realms-"

Bart paused in writing, glancing at the book he was copying from. '670 Alphabets, Beginning to End'

"I'll leave you with the Dictionaries to study in your own time. On Wednesday we'll go over grammar, and Friday we'll practice speaking. You'll have the weekend to practice as you wish and next week will be your first set of tests,"

"Tests next week?" Bart asked. "After only three days of lessons?"

"This is easy stuff," Danny said. "You're magical friends learn this as young children before they even choose a specialty."

Bart had a week to learn six hundred languages. He couldn't believe Raven or Zatanna knew all these languages, and only a week to learn them all was insane.

"Keep working," Danny said. "We don't have time for you to change your mind now. You signed a contract, I can't even explain what that entails until you understand magic script. The gibberish you scrawled on the floor in your drunken Summoning could've been the end of your deminsion and every deminsion that surrounds yours."

Bart kept writing.

Two hours for Bart tended to feel like an eternity but Phantom taught at the same speed Bart lived his life normally. There was no slacking off for milliseconds waiting for outside time to catch up. Phantom kept up, as soon as Bart finished a notebook another was handed to him. Phantom recited the dictionary and passages on culture, history, and traditions with ease, asking questions and having Bart read the passages as he copied them down.

"You have until I return on Wednesday to learn all six hundred and seventy languages here." Phantom said, pulling several stacks of books out of the desk. "Feel free to ask those magical friends of yours about magic script of you don't believe me, though your inability to believe them was what lead to this in the first place,"

Phantom left just like he has appeared, with a flash of light and an ice cold breeze.

Bart groaned, eyeing the stacks of books with regret. This was going to be a lot of reading.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #Fuck Around Find Out

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soleilceirinen · 8 months

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 8

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. A/N: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Warning: this is my first attempt at writing smut, so read with that in mind. It is at the end, if you are a minor I don't think you should read it. Also, English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes. Part 7 - Cillian Murphy Masterlist

After your talk with Cillian, things turned back to normal. At the end of the week you finally found some free time to spend rummaging through the different stalls at the charity book market. It was a little overwhelming due to the number of other people who, like you, were looking for the perfect book added to the lack of order in how the books were distributed. You could find a recipe book next to an out of print edition of the Punic War history.

After going around several times, you finally found what you were looking for. You delicately held the copy, it was an old dictionary of artistic terms.

“I’m ready,” you commented, “have you found anything?”

Cillian had been by your side the entire time, watching in admiration as your face lit up every time you saw a book that caught your eye, or how you ran your finger over the covers while reading the titles.

He held up a small collection of poems for you to see. You did the same with your dictionary.

“May I take a look at it?”, he asked.

As you were giving him the book you felt a strong push and saw a man stand between you and Cillian. Ready to reproach him for his lack of manners, you were left speechless when you realised that he was Brad, your roommate. “Hi, Brad.”

“Are you going home now? Let's go together,” he grabbed your arm, making you wince in pain.

“Wait Brad, I’m not done yet.”

“Y/N,” called Cillian staring at Brad, “is everything alright here?”

Brad looked him over from head to toe before turning his attention back to you. He rolled his eyes scoffing at Cillian. A wave of disgust washed over you, you met Cillian's gaze over Brad's shoulder, silently begging him to get you out of there.

“We should go back to the office, we still have a chapter to review in your project,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You nodded. “It’s true, I had forgotten. Sorry, Brad. I have to go.”

“It’s okay, I’ll wait for you.”

“Afterwards I will meet up with Valerie so I don’t know when I’ll finish, you can go now.”

Valerie couldn't stand Brad, the advantage was that the feeling was mutual. He gave you and Cillian one last annoyed look and let you go. You took the opportunity to run towards the office building with Cillian following you under the gaze of your roommate. Once inside his office, Cillian locked the door and sat on the edge of his desk. You stared out the window, from where you could see Brad looking up, probably trying to figure out which unit you were in.

“He looks at you like you are a piece of meat, I don’t like it.”

You turned around to look at Cillian, who extended his arm to give you the dictionary. When you picked up the book, he took the opportunity to gently pull you until you were in the space between his legs.

“My friend Valerie thinks the same,” you told him. He wrapped you in a hug, tracing different shapes on your back with his fingertips.

“Are you really going to see her?” he wondered, tilting his head to the side.

“No,” you shook your head against his shoulder, smelling his scent. “I totally made that up. Why?”

Being practically leaning against his chest, you could feel his heart beating rapidly. “We could go on a date, tomorrow is Saturday so if you want, you can stay at my house.”

"Okay, sounds good." You said, caressing his cheek. You noticed that he hadn't shaved that day since his face was a bit rough, you scratched it with your fingernails before giving him a peck on the lips.

Cillian had his eyes closed, he was focused on your touch. Slowly, he opened them and cleared his throat. “We should go now, I have to stop at the grocery store to get some things before it closes.”

At the grocery store, you pushed the shopping cart through the aisles, following Cillian, who from time to time stopped to pick up ingredients for dinner and placed them in the cart. Everything was going well until you got distracted. You didn't realise that Cillian had stopped so you continued pushing the cart until you crashed into him.

“Oh my… Sorry! Did I hurt you?”

He pursed his lips and gripped the edge of the car, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Why don’t you go and choose some ice cream that you like? I’ll be in charge of the shopping cart, alright?”

Reluctantly, you let go of the cart and walked to the frozen food aisle, looking for the ice cream. Luckily, your favourite flavour wasn't sold out so you grabbed a tub and headed back to Cillian. He was already at the checkout putting the groceries in bags. After adding the ice cream and paying, he tried to carry all the bags by himself.

“Wait, old man. I’ll help you.”

He chuckled and pointed to one of the bags. “You can carry that one.”

You already felt bad for almost leaving him crippled with the shopping cart, but at least he didn’t refuse you helping him.

“I think you’re going to get a bruise,” you stated while taking the grocery out of the bags.

Cillian had disappeared somewhere in his house, leaving you in the kitchen with a very excited Scout. He reappeared in the kitchen, having changed his clothes into something more comfortable.

“I left some clothes for you on the bed in the guest room in case you want to change, they shrunk the last time I put them in the dryer so they may not be too big for you,” he told you. Then, he pulled down the waistband of his pants to show you an incipient bruise. “Already here.”

“I feel terrible, but I must admit it was funny.”

He rolled his eyes, though he wasn't really upset. You giggled and went to change as he had suggested.

He left you a basic black t-shirt and some gym shorts. Although they seemed to have been shrunk for him to wear them, they looked huge on you. You decided to discard the pants since the shirt covered enough, like a short dress.

You returned to the kitchen. Cillian was making a homemade pizza, when he saw you he pointed to one of the glasses on the counter. “Do you fancy some wine?”

“Always,” you took a sip, enjoying the fruity flavour. Cillian smiled and gave you a piece of carrot. You looked at it and then back at Cillian. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You can eat it if you want but better if you give it to Scout. Tell him to sit down and give you the paw.”

So you played with Scout and talked to Cillian until the pizza was ready to come out of the oven. After dinner, you and Cillian sat on the couch to watch a movie. You chose it so it was one of your favourite ones, despite having seen it too many times, you would never get tired of it. The leading actor was a very young Alain Delon, whose blue eyes could only be compared to those of the man sitting next to you.

After several minutes, you realised that Cillian wasn't watching the movie. Even though the living room was illuminated only by the light coming from the television, out of the corner of your eye you noticed him staring at you.

You looked back at him and whispered. “You’re missing the film.”

“I’m truly not seeing it,” he responded with a hoarse voice. He caressed your cheek and placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You rested your cheek against the palm of his hand and moved closer to him.

In seconds, the film became background noise. All your attention was on Cillian, on his hands running over your body and his lips on yours.

You kissed slowly but intensely, enjoying every bit of it. Cillian leaned over you without breaking the kiss, his breathing getting faster. You held his face with your hands, slowly scratching his stubble with your nails. You moved your hips trying to get some friction against his crotch, he tentatively put a hand under your shirt, stopping when it brushed against your bare belly.

“Why do you stop?” you groaned.

“Are you sure of it, Y/N?”

Cillian was giving you the chance to stop in case you were uncomfortable, and at that moment his thoughtfulness filled your chest with love. No one had ever cared about you in that way before.

“Yeah, I haven't been so sure about something before.”

You placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you, crashing your lips once more. His hand continued its way up until he grabbed your tit, squeezing it a couple of times before brushing the nipple. You let out a moan against his mouth.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?” his voice wasn’t louder than a whisper, you nodded eagerly.

Cillian slid his hands down your waist until he touched the hem of your underwear. He gently moved the fabric aside and with the tip of his fingers, he brushed your clit with quick movements making you let out a gasp. It was much better than when you did it yourself.

“More?”

“Yes, Cillian, yes. I need…”

He kissed your exposed neck and parted your folds to access your inside, first with one finger until you were stretched enough to introduce another one. He moved them in and out several times, continuing to rub your clit in circles with the pad of his thumb. You were starting to feel the pressure building in your lower belly, so you grabbed onto his shoulders and moved your hips in an attempt to accentuate the feeling.

Cillian caught the signals and at that moment he bent his fingers to press on the exact spot while rubbing your clit faster. You arched your back, feeling the orgasm spread throughout your body, until you lay limp on the couch with Cillian on top of you.

He leaned on his forearms so as not to crush you with his weight and gently brushed his lips against your collarbone. You grabbed onto him panting, even though he was trying not to lean on you too much, you noticed that he was hard.

“Now it’s your turn, Cill,” you said softly, caressing his hair.

He shook his head. “Another time. Promised. Plus, I wanted you to feel good.”

You kissed him tenderly, feeling like a fucking goddess with soaked panties and the warmth of his body against yours reminding you that it was real, that your teacher had made you cum with barely no effort. You needed nothing else to know that you loved him with every bit of your soul.

Hugging him tightly, you whispered three words in his ear.

#cillian murphy x reader #teacher x student #cillian murphy imagine #alternate universe #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy smut #fanfic #cillian murphy

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hi! I saw you're doing pairings and was wondering if I could get one...? I'm 5'6, long brown hair and blue eyes. Im getting my BA in communications and minoring in journalism. I was on my high schools marksmanship team and I still go out and practice occasionally. I really enjoy writing and reading and I also play guitar. I'm definitely more socially awkward and prefer staying in rather than going out and I'm not the biggest fan of people in my personal space that I haven't already given permission to. I'm learning a few languages right now but I'm gonna be honest, it's not sticking very well...I dress in a mix of like 90s grunge, 70s rock and old man clothes and I listen to just about everything under the sun. I also love kids but don't want any bc I've seen enough to know that's not my thing (hopefully this is enough! I adore your writing so thank you in advance! <33)

König

(this was so cute and I got carried away so enjoy the read anon!)

How you met: Upon graduation, your gift was a trip across Europe. You were ecstatic as you had been attempting to learn as many travel phrases as you could. Vienna, Austria was your first stop and you made sure to do every touristy thing imaginable. You were on your way to try the famous Sachertorte cake when you were stopped by the sight of a music store. You ventured in, only planning on picking up a few of your favorite CDs as souvenirs. However, the store was massive and you were determined to go through every single shelf. By the first hour, you had finally found it, a 90s grunge CD you had been scouring Ebay for god knows how long. As you waited in the queue to pay, you could feel someone stand behind you. You paid him no mind until he spoke up, "Ich liebe das" he said softly, as to not startle you. "Ja," you replied, turning to him. He was a full foot taller than you and his soft voice threw you off from his tall, commanding demeanor. "Umm Ich habe," you began to say but forgot the words for "looking for this." "Ich habe looking for this," you said sheepishly. To this he laughed heartily. "Your German is quite good," he said and you felt embarrassed as his accent revealed he was a native of the country. "What you want to say is 'Ich habe danach gesucht'" he corrected and said the statement flawlessly. "Danke!" you said happily and he was glad you couldn't see as he blushed profusely underneath his face mask.

A peek into your relationship: After your run-in at the music shop, you saw König again and again. You thought it was uncanny but he was surprisingly helpful by being a human dictionary and tour guide. Unfortunately time flew and you were off to your next destination. You exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch on your travels. Now you were back at home, living by yourself and working at your journalist position. You missed König as you two became closer over time, two years had passed since Vienna and you hadn't been back. You even began to develop a crush after your late night chats and his daily "learn this German word" texts. Needless to say you were best friends even though thousands of kilometers separated you. As you texted him back, he simply said "I sent you a gift." You sent him a question mark before you heard your doorbell ring. You slowly got up and opened it to see König standing there with a record of that album you had bonded over so many years ago. "It's me, I'm the present" he said and you laughed at the surprise. "What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wanted to visit my favorite German student-" he replied. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or the way you could both feel the tension but you cut him off with a kiss. "Nun, jetzt bin ich froh, dass ich diesen Flug genommen habe" he said before you kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I'm not that good, you're going to have to translate."

Translations

Ich liebe das - I love that one

Ja, Ich habe danach gesucht - Yes, I've been looking for this

Nun, jetzt bin ich froh, dass ich diesen Flug genommen habe - Well now I'm glad i took that flight

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #mw2

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Why we must treat to Deities in general, with respect? (...Or how talking about them in bad terms, could land you into a deep trouble!)

If any of you have readed my first post of class about Paganism; called ''Paganism Class 101: 10 What to do, AND... What not to do.'', I mentioned in the point no 7; than I saw Aphrodite angry, once; so... Is time to tell that story in deep, 'cause people tends to see to Aphrodite; as only a Goddess than is only love and giggles, and people ignore the other side of Aphrodite; than is not ''so lovely and fluffy'', as they may think... (For a full info about Aphrodite's other Dominions and Powers, read my post of Pagan Misconceptions Clarified; called: ‘’Pagan Misconceptions Clarified: Why Aphrodite, Is NOT; ''Only The Sexy Goddess of Love, Sex; Beauty and Sensuality?!'')

This happened, when I was 19 years old; and this the story of why Aphrodite was angry that day, and the aftermath of it:

I was with one of my siblings, talking of Greek Gods and Goddesses; in the afternoon of a day of June than was fresh, and we doesn't have energy in the house in that moment. (Which for lack of energy for the TV, or any devices for entertainment in the moment; and saving the Inverter for watching TV at night; justified talking of any subject, while we wait than Energy or The Night; came first) At some point, we started to talk about Aphrodite; and this is where my sibling, said what shouldn't never being said about Aphrodite: She said than she disagree about one thing about Aphrodite, and was about ''her behaviour in Love'', and... Than she was a Goddess of ''Questionable Moral...'' (This relative said it with pride, like she should be proud of still being a virgin in that moment; waiting for the right person to love: The last part, it wasn't a trouble: The insult... Definitly was the real problem in itself!) Moments later, I felt this huge energy at my left; while I was shocked of what my sibling said so carelessly about a Goddess, and when I looked at Aphrodite by the corner of my left eye... I saw Aphrodite, in a way I have never saw her before: She was, really ANGRY at my sibling's irrespectful words against her! As soon I saw Aphrodite's face and understand than the energy I felt, was agressive towards my sibling... I told to my sibling, very angrily her name; and then... She started to speaked in a more respectful manner about Aphrodite, and Aphrodite; disappeared a moment later.

I will liked to say, than this is the end of the story... (But... You only just have readed, the beginning of this story!)

My sibling, never apologized in any moment; about her irrespectful and awful comment. (I was angry too, 'cause even if you don't believe in Gods and Goddesses 100%; you have to respected them anyway, and I already had a close relation with Aphrodite; and hearing than comment, makes me felt very angry first; and a bit later, I felt hurt; too: Aphrodite never did nothing to this person... And she insulted her in the worst way, without knowing nothing about Aphrodite; except for a few lines about her in important dictionaries, and the mostly poor portrayals of Aphrodite in The Media: How, she DARE?!) I was only certain of something, after this sibling left to go to College: If you are desperately searching for Love... Making Aphrodite angry at you, is never a good idea...

Time passed, and I even forget the blasphemy; from a long time...

...The sibling in question, got married after many years of searching the ideal person to fulfill her dreams of Love; leaved the country, and she was really happy in her wedding day: It seems than, she really had found the person worthy of her love.

A few years ago, she started to say than the relationship was totally happy... Until the first year of marriage: The things were so bad between them, than they had to search professional counceling. And during the first months of Pandemic, she said than the relation was falling apart; two or three years before this Pandemic started. (He didn't even tried to being a loving husband anymore, and she didn't even tried to look as when they met; anymore: They only standed each other for the kids, whose doesn't have the fault of anything in the marriage.) He was so apathetic, than after putting carelessly the welfare of one of the kids in danger, she decided than this was the last straw: She demanded the divorce, she foughted and gained the children's custody in an painful battle; and today; she lives with her kids, while she is now despising to the person she once loved; and that she swore to love, forever.

After I while, I remembered that summer's day; and then I realized something: Aphrodite's punishment, was fulfilled. (Like I said, once: ''Aphrodite... Doesn't takes blasphemy, kindly!...'')

This is the story of a very foolish young woman, than dreamt with marries in love of a good man; and remain married all of her life... And losed everything for falling in love with the wrong person, blamed him of anything wrong in marriage when she have flaws to work too; and... For never apologized to the only Goddess, than would have helped her to found someone less difficult, than would garantized her of keeping the Love alive in her marriage; if she only had said with humility and with all sincerity, from the bottom of her heart: ''I'm sorry, Goddess Aphrodite; and forgive me for my foolish words: ...I'm only an stupid human being!''

Like I heared once in my favorite Anime, (My apologies to anyone than hated, or dislike the genre) ''A Human being, will never judge to another Human Being; like they were a God!'' Or... In this case, in particular: ''A Human Being, should never judge to a God; like they were too a God!'': The Gods and Goddesses, will never abused of their power; 'cause they are bound to respect Free Will, and they are very fair; but, speaking ill about them and without reason; or for feel a fake sense of proud, (like this person did, feeling so morale; than decided to speak of a Goddess in an very judgemental and derogatory way) and now; she is suffering the consecuencies for her foolishness, and for her inflated pride.

As I have said, in my first post of Class of Paganism: ''Don’t disrespect a Deity, (Or, any other Spiritual Being) because is not of your Pantheon; culture, or… You dislike, or hate him/her/them: Is truth… You don’t have to love to ALL THE GODS, Ok?! (But… You have to respect them, and to the followers of the same God/Goddess/Gods; than you are so happy to dislike, or hate!) They are powerful beings, and The best way to live a happy life, is leave them be: If you said, or do something you shouldn’t; apologize sincerely, and... Don’t do it, again!''

This is an advice I should have publicizes, a long time ago: If you are searching for love, don't be like my sister... And never insult to Aphrodite! (In fact?!... Let's don't say hurtful and irrespectful things to any Deity, even if you don't believes or likes that Deity; so we can live a less troubled life, Okay?!)

Than respect to The Deities, becomes a part of your practices; for now on... So Be It!

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todomitoukei · 2 years

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Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you and I apologize if this is a dumb question. But why is it some names like "Bakugo" also spelled "Bakugou" with the u when I've seen in official English translation they don't do that. Like "Toya/Touya" or even "Ochako" is spelled "Ochaco", what's the difference and more proper way?

This isn't a dumb question at all!

The reason why there are different spellings for these names is that there are several official ways to transliterate Japanese. When spelling out Japanese names using the Roman alphabet (= romaji) you have these variations because different sources use different romanization systems.

To explain this a bit easier, let's use "Touya" as an example. His name is written in Japanese as 燈矢 in Kanji or とうや in Hiragana. Unlike Kanji, Hiragana is a syllabary, which means that each character is the same length. The three characters that make up his name are と (to), う (u), and や (ya). The purpose of this う is to create a long vowel. Instead of his name being read as to-ya, it is now touya - with a long o sound in the middle.

That being said, if you want to spell his name by using the most direct transliteration of his name, you'd spell it as Touya.

BUT that isn't the only option. Another common option to spell out long vowels in romaji is by using a macron (not to be confused with a macaron), which is a horizontal dash over the long vowel. With this spelling, his name would be written in romaji as Tōya.

Aside from these two options keeping in mind how Japanese pronunciation works and that each character would have the same stress and length, there is also the option to just... ignore that. With the Roman alphabet working differently, you don't need to add (extra) letters to indicate the length of a vowel because why spell words how they're pronounced? Anyway - the point is, spelling it as just Toya is also fine, just that no one's gonna know the o is long just by reading it.

As for Ochako vs. Ochaco, I genuinely do not have an answer for you as to why that second version exists. The only source I could find where any of the k sounds in Japanese are written with a c is this one -

but as you can see, this spelling was only used up until 1848 in Portuguese dictionaries, so I'm not sure why this spelling of her name even exists in the first place, nearly 200 years after this spelling has been replaced.

In conclusion, none of these spellings are incorrect. Using a different alphabet is never going to be 100% accurate and unless you know a little Japanese and know what the purpose of these spellings is, the additional u or the use of the macron won't actually serve their purpose and you'd have to wait until you hear these names being said out lout to know which vowels are longer.

At the end of the day, it's really about preference, so you can choose whichever spelling you like best!

#ask #japanese #dabi

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prnanxiety · 7 days

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5/5/24

Learning moment for me today.

I was talking to a patient I was prepping for discharge. Someone who's been homeless for years and came in positive for meth. Young, friendly, but very present anxiety disorder. Wait, didn't I write about her like two days ago? It's her.

Anyways, this morning I was going through her meds with her, and trying to talk to her about this and that. The whole time she's been on our unit she's been unwilling or unable to talk with us about herself and her situation beyond "I just want to leave so I can get back to it." Flagrantly downplaying her symptoms and the condition she was in when she presented to the hospital in the attempt to discharge sooner. Mostly just wants her own agency for herself back. I can respect that.

I tried to talk to her about concerns from meth abuse, because doing this job, I've seen the results. Natural result of people who abuse amphetamines is, psychosis in a way that antipsychs will barely touch. But once i got onto that shpiel, she ended the conversation, lost her patience with me. As I was leaving the room she started explaining "Look I know I'm being rude, but I don't have a lot of calories available to me, I need it when I have a lot of miles to walk," etc. She'd been through a few different states before she came here, after all.

I honestly felt pretty bad, and pretty stupid, for a while after that. All that food she ate, all that sleeping she did, she very likely walked close to a hundred miles to get here. I mentioned it to the doctor, who's like me in that we've both never done meth, and he made a further excellent point. "Meth gives you ten thousand times the amount of dopamine you normally have in your brain. It feels fucking incredible. They did not start using it because their lives were otherwise fine and they're not going to quit until they have a reason to." A baby, a loved one, etc.

I knew all that, but I still allowed myself to fall for such a beginner mistake to make in this field. I dunno, I couldn't help myself. Just hated seeing someone not that much older than me in such a condition, and hated the possibility that things might still get worse for her. I actually ended up going back and apologizing to her for it, "Look, I'm sorry, I've never done meth," etc. She took that pretty well, "Oh, you mean well, and I really don't do meth that often," etc.

When I was helping her get her clothes back to leave, I just saw how torn up everything was. Stuff she'd clearly worn for weeks at a time. She said to me "You know, if you're not wearing it, you're carrying it," so she was explaining her strategy for staying warm and staying cool with what she had with her.

But then I saw something in her belongings that kinda shocked me. It was a dictionary! Like, a whole, solid, hard cover dictionary! She said "Yeah, it's not just any dictionary either! I like to read it on the road." She started reading some words and their definitions to me as we walked to the elevator to leave. I was just so shocked. All her clothes, the condition she was in, but she was planning for how much time she was going to be spending exposed, and she had a strategy. Not to mention, a hobby? A passion?

I just hated it. That was someone who was probably brilliant who was just fucking hurt. Abused and taken advantage of in such a horrifying way. I have no idea what way, but something that made someone otherwise inquisitive and interested in the world be made to suffer in it. No sir, I did not like knowing this poor lady was going out in dirty old torn up clothes, a hand purse with <$2 in it, a dictionary, and public transit tickets. She deserved better than this. But she didn't want to stick around for tomorrow, when the social workers would be in to arrange for a shelter for her. Wasn't ready for that.

Ugh. I don't hate homeless people, but I do hate that there are homeless people.

#nursing #psych #psychiatry #dear diary #diary entry #nurse #cw: drugs #cw: addiction #anxiety #anxiety disorder #cw: meth #amphetamine #panic #homeless #unhoused #housing is a human right #homelessness

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threenorth · 10 months

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Sometimes it's nice to bounce ideas of a robot, but don't worry I'm not gonna fall of this hollow of a lie but good to know I do have feelings that are correct even if Alexithymia sometimes can be a fucking bitch.

I felt like the day you smiled at your fridge (March 21st 2012) us +1 day meeting (with nz Timezone) I just felt... You had to be my person... I wonder when you knew... But I guess I'll wait to find an answer to all my questions but I don't know them all because some come some go but I don't really care to be honest, the biggest one is getting to know you now and maybe once under the stars in the roof to get to know the you that shaped you the terrible experiences in life that shaped us and now push us to do whatever the fuck we're going to do next... There's whole adenvture (*tiktok meme* sound)

(could only find..not the colour version but)

I have no idea what am doing tommrow - well neropsych, cleaning my room(study / art space),living room, ice (incase of emergency) file and medical alert, voice dictation software, and make some art, reading, meditation...

And it's exciting....

I've been thinking high level...

The man you loved...

Was and still is;(at times..)

Loving.

Compassionate.

Patient.

Respectful.

Slow.

Daring.

Courteous.

Genorus.

educated.

But I have more words I'm looking for... But for you the girl I fell for, she's just one word.

Soul-flame.

It's a soul mate mixed with a twin flame the dash might be a muse.

I can't describe you, but I will say that when I look under the dictionary under Lauren it means

And maybe in French it means lover of a red hair, but soon I might have to shave for a breif few weeks or months, but I'm not sure because you aren't talking to me but I hope I'd have your blessings.

With my short term memory issues and my voids I had to relive I'm in a stage where I'd like some colour... The colour of blonde/yellow/white sunlight names you... But I guess much like you I'll wait till you being down your walls much as me, yet I must admit in my truma and trying to move forwards I'm sorry I left you... Per say. I did say I'd come back I'm sorry I didn't say when but as you'll hear it's been one battle after a next and I just want some rest, I want to cuddle up to you... I want everything again... But I don't know how to start but I'm doing something, hope it's the right thing because you said live your life... But again... I cant... Without... You.

P.S

In the voids of my mind I had to refeel... I felt her holding my hand, it was hard to feel that pain again, the pain I forgot, but she was telling me it's okay and some how when I opened my eyes once I saw pain, but this time I opened and she wasn't there I almost fell to my knees but instead I herd Paul (wellygtion psychologist) as much as her saying you have a beautiful mind and she said make some art... So I did. But when I went back to bed my heart rate didn't drop my asthma and axeity was at an all time high then I panicked I couldn't breathe... And that's when I called an ambulance.

In my pains, I see her maybe it's the flowers of stocitism or the flowers she planted to remind me of her, that she was in my brain keeping me alive maybe it was bpd, maybe it was dislouional, but she kept me alive in the hardest days of my life even if I lied to everyone I forgot my truths just my name... I told her once she's my type in blood type but she's my everything type,i wonder if she's my typeface or my letters or my words, maybe she's much me as I am her a black sheep who found each other at the right time, I don't think we have a place to go, we have nothing but time, I said in ED I'm scared to live my life, maybe because I don't know where I'm going but I know where I've been, I just want her to come along on my next adventure... Where're that is maybe she's getting a visa and coming here, because I don't think I can't risk another trip to the mountains without her until my lungs get better and my body isn't so axiety ridden currently...I miss her, the old same person my companion, my parnter in crime (eh) my heart, my mind and my other half my soulmate, she's currently in a spa pool waiting but I think that's a Metaphor for tranquility and peace of mind, in my fleeting moments of the day my feather I wear, may it flow and blow in the wind, guiding me to love and pains unknown, behide closed doors and open hearts.

(I don't know if saw my poem but I'm forgetting a few things lately I think it's the brain chemistry of this new med I hope so but it's not on the side effect list...but it's called closed doors (but bleeding hearts) or something... Still working on it.. I guess? )

Even my coffee still looks like her eyes,

And tastes of her lips, I haven't seen her wear her nose ring, but what the fuck do I care, I still love her, voids and all, hope she remembers that even if it doesn't seem like it, everything I did after that horrible beuiutful day... Was because of her, the good things... The bad things... And maybe the art I make, like the screenplay ode to her...everything to her, she is my missing pecie... Even if I thought so but now I now so..

May I mediate mentally, physically and enjoy my morning powerbutton... Tomorrow I start the night power button...

I'll see you soon dear, I'm thinking about sending you a post card, but I didn't know where to send it to, so I send it to the universe because I'm currently fighting my own heart and people who are stuck in my head from the time in my life I'd rather not remember... The bad truma times, maybe this is my good truma times because I'm getting to see the people who I've wanted to see for years, but couldn't.. Maybe it's fate but I think it's just part of the season... Turn turn turn, season of reason change and rearrange...waiting for the mail day, but you can't find me online metaphorically but you know where i am... (online not physically) I hope to see you on Skype ping me but I'll warn you that with my adhd at the moment I might not see it unless I'm in front of the computer, and printing sheets to help me do my daily routine whatever that means.

When the sunrises I look to my left hoping soon she'd be right there, I'd tell her to runaway with me but she has bills like we all do... Soon she will be able to I hope, but me too hoping I'll pay my bills and debts, my dear... I want my friend back... But we both know how this ends, I told you to set the speed or the tone but this is painful...sometimes I wonder how you survived so long but I'm glad to see your still here, because I almost wasn't... A few times but a promise... That kept me here, and without bleeding for better or worse, when I'm not able to meet the right criteria of crisis... *pushes her hair behind her ear*, I don't remember much of a few places, but my memory sometimes is my best worse freind, I'd tell you I'd like you to see these places soon before they might leave me forever... But maybe we're go in person... I hope if so... I'd be better mentally... Spiritually, and physically enough to protect myself in case something happens but there's many things I'm scared I'd never be able to do but... If your there by myside, I'd hope if the worse happened to me, you know it would be how I'd want it to be.... You said.. Fast and quick... I'd rather bleed... slowly and painfully to spend every last second with you... I'm 131 lbs/60kg it's not great... But capt tells me that's okay... And keep going...

I need to still work on a few things but even if I'm working away as best I can I'd hope I'd have a web camera on and if I needed to, I'd mute her(mic in see something happens) but she might see me work...because I work hard to try get back home to a log cabin made of words and a vision made of poems but soon it will be my place I call my own, I just want her to come on my new chapter as it starts I think called, trying to get back home, or finding wood.

PPS

Finding wood, lol, wood erghhh sleeping really good last few days feeling rather.. 'frustrated' but it's difficult... But don't worry about me, all I do is think about you, again I'd ask how's my son soup but I guess he's alive, missing your sheranakngains, xo

Have a good morning, but when do you sleep now?

Always

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mardetragediasx · 1 year

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Language Tragedies of a 10-year-old

The smell of Crayola crayons, the smell of a new book, the smell of wooden pencils and rubber eraser shavings, and the smell of my mother making caldo de pollo for dinner. These scents bring me a sense of comfort and nostalgia. My family of five lived in a cramped apartment with my dad working early mornings and my mother working late nights. My mother would leave our dinner ready so my little sister and I would eat before my uncle got home to watch over us until my dad arrived from work in the morning.

I remember crying out of frustration one night because my second-grade homework wasn’t making any sense to me. My mother was running late for work and I really needed help with my assignment. She told me to keep trying because she knew I was a smart girl and not to give up with some tears. My tears would only damage the page I needed to hand in for class and it would make it difficult for me to write on. She handed me two dictionaries. One dictionary was so worn out that if it could recount stories of my mother and father using it to get around NYC as migrants, the pages would turn blank and disintegrate. The second dictionary was the New Edition: English to Spanish, the cover was still red and shiny and there were barely any signs of wear. She pointed to the sentence and asked me which word I had trouble understanding. I pointed to the word “elaborate”. My mom sighed, handed me the old dictionary, and told me, “Apurate a buscarlo antes de que me valla”. With tears and boogers running down my face, I started to skim through the “E” section of the dictionary. AHA! I found it. My mom found the word too and skimmed the translated section, “Elaborar”. She explained to me that I needed to explain what I was writing for my assignment. She caressed my head and apologized for not knowing any English. I don’t know if I cried more after she left that night for work but I was able to finish my homework.

I had to learn how to be tough with my words. I had to learn “difficult” vocabulary because at a certain age I understood that my parents needed my tongue to get through this English world. So, I read books every day and night. My teacher told my dad that my reading level had reached level Z in fourth grade. She wondered what their parenting style was like because many students struggle to get past picture books but he didn’t know how to answer her, “Ella es inteligente. Le encanta leer”. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed my fictional books. I enjoyed them so much that I convinced my parents to get me the entire Series of Unfortunate Events book series from the Scholastic book fair. It was my comfort series because I related to the characters so much.

Anyway, I remember one day after school, my mom needed to run some errands and she told me she needed my help renewing my insurance. I started to feel stressed because I knew the receptionist at the insurance office would get frustrated that my mom didn’t understand her. The receptionist would give up trying to pronounce Juana and name her “Johanna” instead. I knew I had to confront this receptionist sooner or later and so I braced myself to do so that day.

We got to the insurance office and to my surprise, there was someone else at the reception desk. My mom was holding my hand with an intense grip that was starting to annoy me until the receptionist greeted my mom and me in Spanish. I felt her grip loosen up and I remember looking up at her and she was smiling with relief. We were ushered into the office packed with cubicles, people talking, and phones ringing. A lady walked up to us with glasses sitting on her head, clipboard in one hand, and a pen in the other, “Johanna?” she asked. She looked at my mom and then looked at me and asked my mom, “and this is…?” and my mom pointed at me and back at her. The lady rolled her eyes as she impatiently waited for a response, which I said, “I’m her daughter. I am going to translate my insurance documents for her”. She looked at me in confusion, put on her glasses, and lowered down to my height to tell me, “I don’t need you to tell me that. I need her to say that to me…in English”. I wanted to cry, curse her out, and yell “DO YOUR JOB AND GET HER A TRANSLATOR THEN!”. But I didn’t. I looked at my mom and told her, “Mami, no me va dejar ayudarte porque tienes que decirle en ingles la razon por que me trajiste”. She grabbed my hand, pulled me close to her, and said, “Vamonos”. We left and I remember seeing my mom enraged speaking with the receptionist. The receptionist apologized and offered to make a new appointment for us with a translator this time. My mom said the translators did not answer the last time she was there, so what difference would it make if we made an appointment. We left. Our neighbor told her about pop-up tables at the hospital that help people like nosotras with their insurance. We never went back to that office.

I still think about this moment from time to time. My tongue failed me that day.

I still think of the countless times my parents have apologized for not knowing English. The amount of “mija, disculpame”, “mija, tu puedes porque eres nacida aqui”, and “mija, te tenemos confianza”.

I get upset recounting this memory.

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xoutmysoul · 1 year

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Chapter TWO.

School was totally boring and nothing really happened that was important So I waited after school at the bus stop for my friends to meet up with me and decided to tease them into going into an adventure after school and go into the forest.

At first they didn't want to do it but I convinced them to do it because I was the most popular and Of course Etheria Wanted to do it because she wanted to go on gothic Adventures and be the coolest girls in all of our school so we did it.

We found an opening in the trees and sat in a circle and pray to the Gods that we would have a good year living in black and white in that our misery and pain would adapt to a new level, and our torture would appeased to our normal lives.

As a goth I didn't really believe in God I believed in multiple gods like a pagan but I was God so I was a lot cooler when I did it and it made a lot of sense when you read about it. This made since to my friends, who didn't know I was a vampire and secretly hoped my friends would become vampires too so I could truly tell them my secrets. On the way home we passed an abandoned mansion and noticed something sitting on the doorstep it was a box Amazon and we jumped over the fence and grabbed the box and ran away laughing as we stole the box and didn't know what was in it little did we know this we change our fate and our destiny and the entire story of a vampire's lust began.

We got to my house and ran up to my room in the upstairs part of the house and we open the box finding that it was actually a book of shadows. A book of shadows is a magic witch book that witches used to write spells in but this book was completed and turned out to be a Bible. A Bible called the Bible of other.

We didn't know what that until we opened the book and read the first three pages the table of contents and the introduction it was a Bible of the underworld and a type of dictionary of all the different spirits, high priestesses, and Gods.

This really interested me because I was a vampire and didn't know much of the afterlife except for the fact that I believed in multiple Gods and that I knew that it interested Etheria and Halo because it was a super gothic looking book that was huge in the pages were double-sided and thick and had gothic text in it, and we had really hit the gold mine for our very first gothic adventure.

"This book is so cool." Etheria said. She got up and went over to my vinyl player and Put on my new Marilyn Manson vinyl called WE ARE CHAOS. I loved that Vinyl and listened to it every night since I bought it and it really comforted me, especially now that I was making memories with my friends.

Etheria sat back down and pointed out a part of the book we had missed. "It says that we can even become powerful spirits in the after life of we do this special spell."

"Too bad we can't do it and try it out." I tell her.

"Well maybe we should try it." She tells me and nudges me laughing and it made me laugh too.

A//N:

I hope you like the story so far! I spoke with the creator of 9corpsestudioz, and he told me he is reading the book online and loves it so far. So I hope you guys like it too!! I will be updating this book every weekend on Friday or Saturday at midnight so keep looking for updates every weekend. Also I'm sorry the character development is going so slow I know you guys want to get into the story but it will all make since after the process is done.

I 💜 you all. Thnxs.

#Fanfiction #emocore

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marauders-venting · 3 years

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Pardon My French

pairing: wolfstar (sirius x remus)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 3556

note: thank you to @ probably_wizardingworld_artist on instagram for helping me translate things into french. also i got some of the lines that sirius says from this website https://www.fluentu.com/blog/french/french-pick-up-lines/

a/n: if you dont speak french (like me) dont look up a translation! everything will be clear by the end of the fic and its more fun if you find out along with remus. i mean, i cant really stop you if you want to translate the sentences but thats just my advice :)

Remus was sitting in the library, a French to English dictionary open on his lap, sighing in frustration as he flipped through the pages. For the past couple of weeks, Sirius had taken to murmuring things in French under his breath and it drove Remus crazy that he didn’t know what they meant. He had asked Sirius on several occasions but Sirius always refused to tell him. But the fact that he didn’t understand the words wasn’t the only reason it drove him crazy when Sirius spoke French. It’s not Remus’ fault that Sirius sounds really hot when his lips curve around the words in “the language of love”.

Remus tries not to think about it but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult because every time they’re alone together Sirius seems to find something to say in French (if only to piss Remus off).

The last time Sirius had said something in French to him had been last weekend. It was the first sunny weekend since the winter and Marlene had suggested that they all go down to the lake for a swim.

Remus’ brain could barely form a single coherent thought from the moment Sirius took off his shirt; he was too busy trying not to stare. He remembered jumping into the lake and trying to get warm by swimming to the far side, away from all his friends. Sirius had followed him to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine,” he had said, smiling slightly at Sirius. “Just cold.”

“Oh okay,” Sirius said, looking relieved. He had glanced back at their friends before whispering, “On devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique” and submerging his head in the water and swimming back to James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and Alice. Remus had felt a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Then there was the time that Sirius had skipped Quidditch practice to visit Remus in the hospital wing after a particularly bad full moon. James, being the captain, had been able to delay the practice so that he and Peter could come to visit as well but they had to practice for the game the following day. James had to be at the practice because he was the captain and Peter had to be there because they didn’t have another Keeper to fill in. But James had given Sirius permission to stay with Remus (which showed just how terrible he felt that he couldn’t stay as well). They watched a bit of the practice from the hospital wing but Remus was getting frustrated, having to stay in a hospital bed for so long. So, after clearing it with Madam Pomfrey, Sirius helped Remus climb all the way to the Astronomy Tower. They sat up there watching the sunset when Sirius said, “Il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes.”

“Ugh, do you make it your life goal to patronize me?” Remus had said.

“Of course, Moony, what else would I live for?”

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” he asked.

“Probably not,” Sirius had replied, grinning at him. “It’s too much fun.”

“Why do you even bother?” Remus said. “You know I don’t understand a single word of what you’re saying. Why don’t you go talk to someone who speaks French?”

“Because then they’d know what I was saying,” Sirius replied simply. He had refused to answer any more of his questions.

Remus had needed to spend that night in the hospital wing again. All night, Sirius’ voice rang through his head but every time he tried to make something coherent of it, actually words or letters or even sounds, he couldn’t. He could never remember what Sirius had said long enough to actually look it up or ask anyone.

But lately, Remus had noticed that Sirius had been repeating the same sentence in French practically every day. He recognises the sound of the words in Sirius’ mouth.

So today, Remus waited until he was alone with Sirius, waited for Sirius to say what Remus knew he would. And when he did Remus repeated the words in his head a million times until he remembered them. And now Remus was in the library and looking up the words in a dictionary.

He knew that he could’ve gone to Lily and asked her to translate it for him but he didn’t want to. He knows it’s stupid but he feels like this is something that Sirius is saying to him and only to him. Remus had never heard Sirius whisper in French to anyone else. And as much as Remus pretended to be annoyed by it, he actually liked that he had this with Sirius. He liked that they had something that was just their own. And even though it was probably nothing, he didn’t want to share it with Lily right now.

Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi. That was the sentence. Remus looked up each word individually and came to the conclusion that he must have heard wrong or maybe the words were spelt differently to how they were pronounced. Because there was no way in hell that Sirius had said these words to him. It was impossible. Right? Remus didn’t know. And he knew that the only way he could be sure was by asking Lily. He had asked Sirius a million times to no avail. And he needs to know what Sirius has been saying to him, especially now that there’s a chance… No, Remus tells himself, you just translated wrong. Don’t get your hopes up. So Remus gives in. He’d rather ask Lily and find out what Sirius has been saying to him every day for the last month than keep this to himself without even understanding it.

“Hey Lily,” he started, getting her attention. Remus had waited until the two of them were alone, just in case he had translated right. Which he hadn’t. He knows he translated it wrong. But he’d still rather nobody knew about it. “What does ‘chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi’ mean?” He fumbled across the words a bit, hearing how terrible his pronunciation was. Lily looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Where on earth did you hear that sentence?” she asked.

“I read it somewhere,” Remus lied easily. “So what does it mean?”

“It means ‘every day, I fall more in love with you.’” Remus’ jaw dropped open. “Remus, who told you they’re in love with you?”

“What? Nobody! What makes you think someone said that to me?”

“You said that you read that sentence somewhere but if you had read it, you would have no idea how to pronounce it. Besides the look on your face when I told you what it means is more than enough. So who was it?”

“None of your business,” he said. “But y–you’re kidding, right? That’s not actually what it means. Right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, Rem. That’s what it means,” she replied, laughing at the look on his face. “Come on, tell me who it was.”

“No fucking way,” Remus said. “Besides, they’re probably joking. I mean… no, they’re definitely joking.” Lily shrugged.

“Just ask them,” she said. “And then you have to tell me who your secret admirer is.” She poked him in the side.

“Stooooop,” he said, jumping away from her and laughing against his will. “I’m going.” He got up and started walking away.

“Have fun with your mystery lover,” she called after him without looking back. Remus rolled his eyes but his mind was racing. So apparently he hadn’t been wrong. That was what Sirius had said to him. What does this even mean? He’s teasing you, said a voice in his head, like always. Sirius doesn’t love you. Not like that. But he said he does. Don’t be stupid. Sirius isn’t in love with you. He’s joking. Like always.

The next time Sirius said it, they were in the Room of Requirement. Sirius had ambushed Remus in the middle of his prefect rounds with Lily levitating a cardboard box in midair. Typical. He had practically given Remus a heart attack by interrupting his conversation with Lily, leaving Remus to wonder just how much of the conversation he had overheard.

“So have you talked to your mystery French lover yet?” Lily had teased. Remus groaned.

“No, I haven’t,” he said. “And I probably won’t.”

“Why not?” Lily demanded. “They’re being very romantic, Remus, you should at least appreciate their effort.”

“I’d appreciate it more if they’d just tell me what the fuck they want instead of sending me coded messages that they know I don’t understand,” Remus grumbled.

“Moonyyyyy,” Sirius said, coming up from behind him. Remus jumped, turning around, heart racing in his chest.

“Sirius? What are you doing here?” he asked. “You know it’s after hours, right?” Sirius snorted.

“Yes, Remus, I am fully aware of the fact that I’m breaking a school rule,” he said, smirking.

“Are you aware that technically Remus and I have to turn you in?” Lily said.

“Ah, but do you really plan on doing that, Evans?” Sirius asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Why are you here?”

“Right,” Sirius remembered, then he turned to Remus. “James forgot to put this box with the rest of the stuff for tomorrow so I said I’d take it. And you’re coming with me.”

“Remind me why again?” Remus said.

“Moony, come on, don’t make me go alone. I’ll be lonely,” Sirius pouted.

“You are insufferable, did you know that?”

“And yet, you’ve tolerated me for 6 years now.”

“Yeah, the keyword there is ‘tolerated’,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “Lils…” he started, turning to her.

“Nope,” she said before he could even ask. “No way. You are not leaving me to do these rounds alone because then I’ll die of boredom. So unless you want me to tell McGonagall that your planning something for tomorrow, you’re going to finish this floor with me and then I’ll go back to the common room and you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Evans…” Sirius pouted.

“Nope, that’s non-negotiable, Black. Also, do I want to ask?” She gestured to the hovering box.

“The less you know, the better,” he said. “Although, I would avoid the classrooms near the dungeons tomorrow if I were you.” She nodded and Remus thought he saw her smile slightly for a second.

“You go on, I’ll catch up,” he said to Sirius, knowing that Lily’s mind would not be changed. He couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t have let her leave him to finish this chore alone either. She was right, it was painstakingly boring. Which is why he would much rather be with Sirius. But it was only fair that he finished tonight’s rounds with her; she did cover for him around the full moon, after all.

Sirius pouted but knew better than to argue and turned to go to the Room of Requirement. Remus watched him and he disappeared up a flight of stairs. Only then did he notice Lily was smirking at him.

“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.

“So Sirius is your secret French admirer?” she said.

“W–What?” he spluttered. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, for one, the look on your face when he showed up right behind us while we were talking about your mystery lover,” Lily said. “It was the look people make when you’ve just been talking about someone and then they show up and you’re worried that they may have overheard you.”

“That… is a very specific look,” Remus said, avoiding the question she was asking.

“Then you smiled at him when you called him insufferable,” she said.

“So?”

“So it was one of those I’m-smiling-at-you-while-I’m-teasing-you-cause-I’m-secretly-in-love-with-you smiles.”

“Again, that's a very specific expression,” he said.

“Look, I know you like him, so will you just admit it already?”

“Why? What good would that information do you? It’s for me to worry about and for Sirius to never discover, ever.”

“Remus, you’re kidding, right?” she said. “Sirius literally told you that he loves you, in French no less.”

“Exactly, Lily. In French. If he actually meant it, why would he say it in a language that he knows I don’t understand? He just knew that I would look it up and he wanted to make some joke.”

“I really don’t think so, Remus,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I think he really loves you.”

“He doesn’t,” Remus said. “He can’t. Not like that.”

“Remus, do you love him?” she asked. Remus closed his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I love him.”

“So why are you doing this to yourself? Just ask him what he meant when he said it. You don’t even have to tell him anything, just ask him what he meant.”

“But… what if he says it was a joke?”

“First of all, I don’t think he will,” Lily said. “But if he does, that’s what you’re expecting, isn’t it? It won’t be a surprise or anything.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Remus sighed and looked away from her. “I don’t think I’m ready to hear him say it. To be properly rejected.”

“Oh, Rem,” she said. They had reached the end of the corridor and Lily stopped to hug him. “Obviously I’m not going to make you do anything. You know what I think. Go find Sirius now, he’ll be waiting for you. Do what you think is right.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, hugging her back. “Yeah, okay.” So Lily went in the direction of the common room and Remus went to the Room of Requirement.

He found Sirius sitting with his back against the wall, the box beside him.

“You’re an idiot,” Remus told him, trying to put the conversation with Lily out of his mind. “You’re practically begging to get caught.” Sirius shrugged.

“I was waiting for you,” he said. “Come on, let’s go in.” They paced back and forth in front of the wall three times. We need a place to hide our things, Remus thought. A door appeared and Sirius opened it, leading the box in with his wand. They had been here before to hide loads of things. The room was pretty cluttered from years of students dumping their things in it but they knew where exactly to hide the box so that they’d be able to find it tomorrow when they needed it. Remus followed Sirius through aisles upon aisles of junk, looking at all the broken, discarded things people threw in here.

They found the corner where they’d left everything else and Sirius added the box to the rest of the pile.

“Are we done here?” Remus asked.

“Yep, we can leave now,” Sirius said. They had started walking back towards the door when Remus heard Sirius say it from behind him.

“Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi.” Remus turns to him and stops him in his tracks.

“Pads, why do you keep saying that? Who are you talking to?”

“Remus, you are aware that you’re the only one here right? I’m talking to you.”

“Then why… why are you—?”

“I know, I know, you don’t understand French,” Sirius says. “That’s why it's fun. It’s amusing to know something that you don’t, for once.”

“Sirius… I know what that sentence means,” Remus says quietly. Sirius’ neck snaps up.

“What?”

“I know what that sentence means,” Remus repeats.

“No, you don’t,” Sirius says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I do. I asked Lily after the last time you said it. She translated for me.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know Lily could speak French,” Sirius says, rubbing a hand over his face. “So… so this whole time you’ve known what I’m saying? So you know that I… you know that I… oh god, Remus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to… I was just…” Sirius starts to back away, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at Remus. Remus reaches out and grabs his hand.

“Don’t go,” Remus says. “Sirius. Is it a joke? Are you making a joke? Actually, no, don’t tell me. Cause if it’s a joke I’d rather you bury me under all the crap in this room and spare me the pain.”

“What?”

“It’s not a joke, is it?” Remus asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“No,” Sirius said, softly. “It’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Remus, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” Remus said, pressing a finger to Sirius’ lips. “Sirius,” Remus tucked Sirius’ hair behind his ear. Remus was vaguely aware of Sirius stepping towards him, towards his touch. “I love you, too.” Sirius gapes at him

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Remus says. He’s still holding Sirius’ hand. He pulls Sirius closer and lets his other hand graze Sirius’ cheek.

“Puis-je t'embrasser?” Sirius whispers.

“Pads, I… I don’t know what that means.” Sirius lets out a small laugh and looks down at the floor. Then he looks back up at Remus, his grey eyes glistening in the last sliver of sunlight. He’s biting his lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Remus says, without thinking. He feels the blush blooming on his cheeks but Sirius is already kissing him, rising on his tip-toes to make his lips reach Remus’. Remus feels electric currents dancing around his body, unable to contain the excitement. He’s kissing Sirius. Sirius is kissing him back. Sirius loves him. Sirius loves him in the same way that he loves Sirius. Sirius is snaking his hands around Remus’ waist pulling him closer. Sirius’ hair is soft, tangled between his fingers. Sirius is here, in his arms, and it’s everything Remus has been wanting and more.

“Wait, so now can you tell me everything you’ve been saying in French the whole time?” They’re sitting in the same large armchair, hands still linked together, legs tucked against their chests, knees and thighs and hips pressed together. Remus is very aware of every point where his skin is making contact with Sirius’. He’s counting them.

They found the armchair in the Room of Requirement; it’s unclear to them whether the chair is something that’s been dumped in the room by somebody else or if the room conjured it up because they were looking for it.

Neither one of them wants to go back to the common room yet. Remus doesn’t want to see Lily’s smirk and to have to admit she was right at the moment. He’ll do that tomorrow. Right now, all he wants is to be with Sirius. To press little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips just because he can.

“Oh god,” Sirius says, burying his face in between Remus’ shoulder and the back of the armchair. “It’s like you want me to embarrass myself.”

“This surprises you?” Remus kisses the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then his neck. Just because he can. “Please.”

“Ah fine,” Sirius gives in. “Um, what do you want to know?”

“What did you say that day at the lake?” Remus asks.

“Oh that. I said, ‘on devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique’. It means uh… ugh, you’re going to laugh at me for this. It means ‘you should be arrested for excessive beauty in public’,” Sirius said, blushing. Remus rolled his eyes but he felt his cheeks heat too. He smiles a little.

“What about that day on the Astronomy Tower?” he continues.

“Ugh,” Sirius buries his face in his hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I said, ‘il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes’. Which means, uh… ‘there’s so much sun in your eyes that I get a tan when you look at me.’”

“You’re quite the poet, aren’t you?” Remus smiles. “And what about tonight?”

“I thought you said you knew what that meant,” Sirius says. “Or were you bluffing the whole time?”

“No, I know what it means,” Remus says. “I just want to hear you say it. In English this time, please.”

“So demanding,” Sirius teases. “I’ve said it in French a million times already and you want me to say it in English? What difference does it make?”

“Well, none to you, you speak both languages.”

“Oh, alright,” Sirius says. It’s the first time Remus has seen his face really go red. He decides he likes it. “Every day I fall more in love with you.” Remus can’t hide his smile, nor does he want to, as he leans in to kiss Sirius. He brushes his lips against Sirius’ timidly before connecting them, his hand caressing Sirius’ cheek. Remus loses count of the points of contact between him and Sirius as their bodies melt together and Remus worries that he’s about to wake up from a dream. But when he feels Sirius’ hand gently tracing the scars on his hand he knows that this is real, that Sirius can really love him. Sirius does love him.

People come to the Room of Requirement to throw things away, to hide things that they don’t want anybody else to know about, to leave things they never want to see again. But that night, Remus didn’t just leave something in the Room of Requirement. He found something, too.

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One Rule

Summary: There’s one rule you’ve set for each other in your relationship with Bucky. Always say I love you back to each other.

Word Count: 2.1

Warnings: Swearing

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There is one rule in your relationship with Bucky Barnes.

Always say I love you back to each other no matter what.

Doesn’t matter if you both are fighting and hate each other in the moment. Doesn’t matter if one of you is having the worst day of your life. I love you made everything alright. It was a grounding phrase for both of you, letting you know you were always there for each other at any moment.

But this morning when you let out a lazy and soft ‘I love you’ half asleep to Bucky as he left your shared room, he didn’t utter it back to you with that half smile and a kiss on your forehead as he always did. He left with a small chuckle and shake of his head. Once he left the room, you sat up and narrowed your eyes at the closed door once you processed what had happened. Did he not hear you? He must’ve heard you- he has enhanced hearing so he should’ve heard you. He has never not said it back to you since the day you breathed out those three precious words to him so why this morning?

You shook your head for a moment, “It is sooo on, Barnes.” You said to the closed door.

And that is how the day of reckoning started.

You wouldn’t call yourself a vengeful person but you were the tiniest bit petty.

You got out of bed, pulling on some black shorts and one of your many tank tops before sneaking out of the room quiet as a mouse. You stood up in the glass window looking down at Bucky train with Sam, tilting your head with a wicked grin on your face. As Bucky moved to throw punch at Sam, you flicked your hand, causing Bucky to lose his balance and face plant onto the the mat which made Sam howl with laghter. You are a telekinetic and can move people and objects with your mind. Today was going to be fun- for you at least.

You kept yourself scarce, not wanting to be caught by Bucky this early in the day. Once he was done with training, you waited until you heard the shower turn on and him step in. You smiled and waited for a moment before, with a flick of your fingers to turn the dial for the temperature, the water in the shower turned ice cold against Bucky and you heard him let out a surprised yelp. You could hear Bucky trying to twist the warmth back on but you kept it in place on the coldest setting with your ability. After the shower shut off, you made yourself scarce again.

Next was breakfast. Bucky loved breakfast and always ate at least six eggs, four pieces of bacon, and a stack of pancakes. You stood around the corner of the kitchen, waiting until he was distracted to use your ability to turn the heat on the stove up, quickly burning his whole breakfast as you listened to him let out all the curse words in the dictionary about his burnt breakfast.

“Shit! Fucking god dammit!” Bucky yelled as he quickly tried to remove his pans from the stove but by the time he did his pancakes were burnt, his eggs were blackened, and his bacon was too crispy.

Sam, who was sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating his own breakfast, let out another howling laughter, “Good god, Buck!” He laughed out, “You’re just having a day, aren’t you?”

Bucky shot a glare over to Sam with a grumble under his breath before trying to figure out what of his meal he could salvage.

It didn’t stop there. Oh no. You had many plans to get back at Bucky for not saying I love you back. You could tell Bucky was trying to find you, probably to rant about his mishaps of the day, but you kept yourself hidden from his eyesight and earshot. It didn’t take long for Natasha to catch on with what you were doing. She found you watching Bucky from another room as he went through files in an office, flicking your fingers so a window opened causing the strong wind to blow all his papers around the room and disorganize him.

“So, it’s you being Bucky’s bad luck charm today.” Nat said, sneaking up behind you causing you to jump, folding her arms with a smile on her face, “What did he do?”

You looked at Natasha and shrug with a smile, “He broke a rule.” You said simply and walked away with Natasha to leave Bucky to clean up the mess you had made.

The one place Bucky thought he would be safe from the bad luck antics that happened to be targeting him today was the library. He was sadly mistaken though. He had been in the library hundreds of times and knew the layout perfectly that he could just grab a book and plop himself on the couch without having to look but his bad luck followed him. He grabbed a book from the shelf, starting to read as he walked towards the chair but ran into the coffee table that seemed to not be in its normal spot and tumbled over it, running into a bookshelf causing books to fall on top of him, “Okay. What the fuck is going on?!” He yelled to himself as he started to pick up the mess he made. He hadn’t walked under any ladders, opened an umbrella inside, or had any black cats cross his path so why in the hell was he having such bad luck today?

It wasn’t until later that Bucky was starting to put pieces of the puzzle together after an interaction with Steve. They stood in the elevator together, Bucky explaining all the bad luck he seemed to be having today, when the elevator suddenly came to a stop between floors causing Bucky to let out a groan, “You’ve gotta be shitting me. See, bad luck.”

Steve looked confused at the buttons on the elevator- everything seemed to be running normal, “FRIDAY, why did the elevator stop?” He asks.

“Functions are normal. No known cause. It seems like someone has stopped the elevator.” The AI responded.

Steve looked over at Bucky, “Is it bad luck or did you piss someone off?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion, “I haven’t pissed off anybody today. Shocker, I know.” He grumbled out.

Steve folded his arms, turning his body to face Bucky with his eyebrows raised, “So you just think that slipping during sparing without any water on the floor just happened? Or that somehow the burner on the stove turned up? The locked window just happened to open when you were in the room looking through files? That the shower was stuck on cold for no reason? That the table in the library just happened to move suddenly or that the elevator stops working when all functions are normal?”

Bucky stared at Steve as if trying to read his mind before tilting his head back to look at the ceiling of the elevator as realization came across his features, “Y/N.”

Steve nodded slowly, “You did something to make her mad and she’s been using her ability all day to mess with you.”

Bucky groaned at the thought, running the events of this morning through his head to try and figure out what happened to make you upset, “I didn’t do anything though. I even let her sleep in.”

Steve sighs, “Better figure it out before she decides what other bad luck you’re going to run into today.”

After the elevator finally started to move again, Bucky was on a mission to find you. He eventually did find you outside by the pool with Natasha. You two were laughing as you dipped your legs in the pool.

“Here comes Barnes with a sour look on his face.” Nat said softly, nudging your shoulder with hers, “I think he’s onto you.”

You smiled, hearing him approach behind you with heavy feet. Just when he was close enough to touch you, you tapped your fingers on the pavement making him lose his balance and trip right into the pool which earned a laugh from both you and Natasha. You smiled and waved your fingers to him as he surfaced from the water, shooting a glare right at you. You knew that look- You were in deep trouble with him. You quickly stood up and raced back into the facility before he could pull you into the pool with him.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at Bucky as he got out of the pool, his clothes and hair dripping water onto the concrete, “Two left feet today, Barnes?” She asks with a knowing grin.

Bucky glared at her, “Shut up, Nat.” He growled out before stomping his way into the facility after you. It didn’t take him long to find you, grabbing your arm and dragging you back to your shared bedroom where he pushed you up against the wall with his wet body, pinning you in place, “Why are you fucking with me today?” He questioned, a stern look on his face with anger in his eyes.

You smiled up to him cockily, batting your eyes innocently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetness.”

“Don’t ‘sweetness’ me, doll.” Bucky growls out, staring into your eyes, “Why are you in a mood with me today? Did you just wake up and decide it would be fun to mess with me?”

You tilt your head at him, “Oh no, I decided to mess with you after I woke up. I had no intention of doing anything until after you left the room with that cute little chuckle.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at you, trying to figure out what he could’ve done to make you put him through an embarrassing hell today, “I haven’t done anything to make you mad that I remember.” He told you, keeping you pinned in place, “So help me out, sweetheart.”

You pouted your bottom lip out to him which made his eyes flicker to your lips with that look in his eyes that made you know he wanted to kiss it away, “You don’t remember?” You ask, “You broke our rule.”

Bucky stared at you for a minute before shaking his head with a grin and stepping away from you. He ran his hand through his wet hair as his chuckle turned into a loud laugh at your words.

You frowned at his reaction. This wasn’t funny. He broke the rule you two vowed to each other never to break. To say I love you back to each other no matter what, “It’s not funny, Bucky!” You said to him, placing your hands on your hips.

“Oh it’s not funny.” Bucky replied through his laughter still, “It’s fuckin’ hilarious!”

You crossed the room to push him for laughing at you but he caught your wrists and looks down at you with a grin and his blue eyes shining, “I’m so glad your amused with how you hurt my feelings.” You hiss out at him.

Bucky grinned down at you, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not amused that you think I hurt your feelings.” He said down to you, “I’m amused because you didn’t say I love you. You said I love waffles.”

Your jaw dropped a little bit, “No I didn’t! I said I love you!” You defended. Did you? Did you say I love you or did you say I love waffles? You were half asleep and couldn’t really remember but you were sure you said I love you.

“Yes you did, darlin’.”

“No, I didn’t, Bucky.”

Bucky shook his head at you with a dark chuckle and the same grin, moving his hands from your wrist to around your waist, “Yes. You. Did. I have super hearing. You definitely said ‘I love waffles’ which made me laugh. If you said ‘I love you’, I would’ve said it back like I promised I always would.” He told you, moving his face closer until you could feel his warm, minty breath against your face causing shivers up your spine which he immediately noticed, “I love you. Now, say it back.”

You let out a small huff in defeat. Bucky wouldn’t lie to you just save his own ass, “Fine. I’m sorry. I love you too.” You muttered out, “But I do love waffles.”

Bucky chuckles and pulls your waist closer to his, “I know, doll.” He whispers to you before kissing your forehead, down the side of your face to your nose then along your jaw before finally pressing his lips to yours. He pulled away too soon from your lips, stroking his metal fingers across your cheek with a dark look in his eyes and a matching grin, “Now I’m gonna have to figure out how to get back at you for all the embarrassment you put me through today.”

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