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eustasskidagenda · 1 year ago

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☆guidelines for requests

So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description.

☆generals:

When requesting,please, show some kindness, I'm not a bot, a "hello" and "thank you" are always nice.

My current job is, actually, being a writer as a living. So I might not be able to immediately complete your requests, I'm doing this on my free time and sometimes I’m not in the mood to "work" (write) again.

I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here.

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content. Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post : one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him)

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions. ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play

#yone piece headcanons #one piece smut #eustass kid x reader #one piece x reader #guidelines #one piece requests #blog rules

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samwilsonsbabymama · 5 years ago

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Reassurance

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: Everyone needs a bit of reassurance sometimes.

Warning: angst, a little bit os smut, and lots of fluff

A/N: So this is a mashup of a prompt that I got a while ago (I’m sorry it took so long! and I hope you like it!) and a fic that I started writing last year... or back in January, I can't remember which lol Huge thanks to @tgigoldie for being a huge help 💖

Anon request: There was this interview a few years back with Anthony Mackie on Wendy William, and he said “You better make daddy a sandwich” and I can’t stop thinking about Falcon maybe saying that? With smut? Thanks boo love all your work🖤

You watched as Sam and Steve laughed together across the room. It had been almost four months since you had last seen Sam, and fuck did he look good.

“You could just go over there, you know?” Natasha said when she walked up next to you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Natasha,” you grumbled before you turned to walk out of the room.

“Sure, y/n,” she followed you, obviously intent on having this conversation with you. “You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right? You can’t keep it a secret for much longer.”

“Nat, please stop,” you begged. You weren’t ready to have this conversation or any conversation that revolved around Sam right now. You had done a great job avoiding him up until this point and you wanted to keep it that way.

“Y/N, he deserves to know,” Natasha tried to reason with you. “He would be there for you. You know that right?”

You quickened your pace in a feeble attempt to get away from her, but Natasha was quicker. She sped around you before turning to face you. “Look, Y/N, both of you are my friends and we all know that your last relationship didn’t end well, but Sam is a great guy and he deserves to know.”

You were fed up, it’s not that you weren’t going to tell him, you were, you just didn’t know how to tell him. “Natasha, please drop it? I’m going to tell him. I promise. I just need to do it in my own time.”

Natasha nodded and let you pass.

You made your way towards the elevator and pressed the down button. You knew Natasha was right and that Sam was a great guy, you only needed time. This wasn’t a conversation that should be had out of nowhere. You needed to prepare what you were going to say. The ding of the elevator drew you from your thoughts, and when you entered, your eyes landed to the man now standing next to Natasha. You attempted a smile, but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes, and you dropped his gaze as the elevator doors shut.

A few days passed since Sam had returned from his mission, and you were actively avoiding him. It was harder than you thought it would be since you weren’t even an Avenger, you were a part of Research and Development, but somehow Sam was always in your department. Whenever you saw him coming or heard his voice, you quickly made yourself scarce. It was almost as if he knew you were avoiding him. However, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide from him for long.

After a particularly rough morning, you’d finally made it to your office only to find it occupied with the one person that you were avoiding. You stood frozen in your office doorway as Sam sat in front of you, seemingly relaxed in his your chair as he smiled up at you.

“Why are you here, Sam?” you asked, pretending to be calm, but the butterflies in your stomach told a completely different story.

He smirked at you. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated matter of factly.

You didn’t even try to deny it as you moved around your office.

“Y/N, stop,” Sam said as he stood. You stopped with your back towards him, but you felt him as he moved closer to you. He stood behind you close enough that you could feel his body heat, but far enough away so that he wasn’t touching you. Without thinking, you leaned back into his chest. You sighed when he wrapped his arms around you, the simple touch brought back vivid memories of that one night.

~~~

Sam tightened his hold on you as his thrusts quickened. Your breathy moans filled the room before you pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Sam grunted. His hips began to move even faster than before. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I knew from the moment we met that you were made for me, fuck.”

He bounced you up and down his hard length, the backs of your thighs hitting the tops of his.

~~~

You turned in his embrace and buried your face in his chest. The butterflies in your stomach calmed the moment he touched you. “I’ve missed you so much, Sam.” you didn’t know how much you missed him until you were back in his arms.

“You missed me so much that you decided to avoid me? That makes sense,” he chuckled. You smiled when you felt the vibrations from his laugh.

You refused to answer; this wasn’t how you imagined telling him, so you kept your mouth closed.

“I know my leaving was a shock to you, and I absolutely hate that I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Sam offered. “But I would like to make it up to you. Let me take you out to dinner tonight?”

You thought about it for a few moments, maybe this was how you would tell him. You pulled back and smiled up at him.

“I would love that,” you replied.

The smile that lit up his face filled your heart.

“Great!” he beamed. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” He placed a kiss on your cheek before he headed out the door.

Your day went by slow; slower than usual, and you despised that. Your visit with Sam brought back many memories from that night. Ones that had played in your mind over and over while he was away. Memories that kept you up all night some nights. Hearing his voice reminded you of why you fell into bed with him all those months ago.

You inched through your day, daydreaming about exactly how you were going to tell him. You thought about every possible way he could respond, and before you knew it, it was time for you to go home.

Eight o’clock rolled around quicker than you thought it would when you got home from work. You were hopping around trying to put on your shoe when Sam knocked on your door. With one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your jacket and headed out the door.

You’d always known Sam was funny and charming, but when he fully turned on the charm, it was damn near impossible to resist him. The night had been going swimmingly. Sam had taken you to a nice restaurant, ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of you (which you politely denied), and listened as you filled him in on the past four months.

He listened as you talked, offered insight when appropriate, and was genuinely interested in everything that you had to say. You wished that you could ask him about the mission, but you knew that he couldn’t share.

“Ready to get out of here?” you asked after you had realized that the two of you had been talking for more than three hours.

Sam stood and rounded to your side of the table and helped you out of your seat. He laced his fingers with yours and led you out of the restaurant. The two of you made it back to your place in record time, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of your door.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked.

Sam chuckled but shook his head, “Not tonight, Y/N.”

Your heart plummeted.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he added quickly. “Because I do. I just feel that I need to take things slow with you.”

You snorted at the irony before you pulled him closer and kissed him. You felt his hands grip your hips and pull you closer.

When Sam pulled away, he looked into your eyes. “Y/N, I don’t want you regretting this in the morning.”

“I won’t,” you whispered just before you pulled him into another kiss.

Waking up in Sam’s arms was everything you had dreamed. He was warm like you remembered and his body seemed stronger than the last time. He had a few new scars, but that was to be expected given his job.

You snuggled closer into his embrace as you slowly woke up. His hands freely roamed your body, and you laughed when his stomach growled loudly.

“You think that’s funny?” Sam grumbled, his voice full of sleep?

“Yupp,” you smiled as you popped the ‘p’.

“If it’s so funny, then go make daddy a sandwich,” Sam replied giving you a hard slap on your ass.

This was it. This was your opening. You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked into his eyes.

“What?” he asked as he watched you chew your lip.

“I need to tell you something, and I’m afraid of how you’ll react,” your voice was quiet, just above a whisper.

“I’m listening.”

“The reason, why I was avoiding you when you came back, is because, well I had only just figured it out a few days before you got back, and then Natasha found out and she wanted me to tell you right away but I couldn't bring myself to tell you because I didn't know how you would react and honestly I reacted poorly myself so how can I expect you to react any better than I did?” you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to continue.

“Y/N?” Sam interjected. “You haven't actually told me anything, and I’m beginning to worry over here.”

You took another deep breath and exhaled. “Sam, I’m pregnant. Just under four months.”

Sam was quiet and you didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“So when I said, ‘make daddy a sandwich,’ that can be taken more than one way?” Sam joked causing you to slap his chest.

“Sam!” you cried before you burst into laughter. “So I take it that you’re not mad?”

“Not mad, just surprised. I had planned on being able to enjoy each other for a few years before we brought children into the world.”

“Wait, what?”

Sam smiled, “Y/N, I had been trying to get you to notice me for months before we hooked up. I had it all planned out. I was going to woo you and make you fall in love with me, it was going to be beautiful. But we got drunk and slept together and then Tony sent me on an unexpected mission the next day which threw off all my plans.”

You peered at him in awe. “I didn’t realize that you had a crush on me,” you joked.

He laughed, “That’s all you got out of that?”

“Pretty much,” you responded.

“Honestly, this changes nothing about how I feel about you, Y/N. This only makes my feelings for you stronger.”

You snuggled back into his arms at his words, and you felt calm once more.

Sam’s stomach growled once again. “Now, about that sandwich,” he joked, before he rolled out of the bed, and headed towards the kitchen himself.

You watched silently from the hospital bed as Sam paced in front of the window. You had been in labor for more than 12 hours now and you were becoming a bit impatient. You’d noticed that he had been quiet over the last couple of hours, but you also knew that he would open up when he was ready. You groaned as another contraction took over your body and Sam came rushing over to you to check if you were alright.

Once satisfied that you were truly alright, Sam climbed into bed with you and pulled you into his arms. You could feel his heart beating fast against his ribcage, faster than usual and it worried you. You looked up at him and smiled before placing a quick, gentle kiss on his lips, encouraging him to open up to you. After a few moments of silence, Sam spoke.

“What if I’m not good enough?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

“What do you mean, Sam?”

“What if I’m not a good father?” he clarified.

You lifted your head to look at him and noticed that he wasn’t looking at you. You called his name and when he looked at you, you noticed the tears in his eyes and your heart sunk. Sam had been the strong one in your relationship. Ever since you told him that you were pregnant all those months ago, he’s been the one that’s held the two of you together. And to find out that he’s been holding these feelings inside nearly broke your heart.

“Sam,” you whispered again. “You are the most amazing man that I know, and you are going to make an amazing father. From the moment I told you that I was pregnant, I knew that you were going to be a great father. You are full of so much love and it radiates out of you every day. Our baby will be the most loved baby because of you.”

Sam closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“In just a few short months,” you continued. “You have shown me what kind of man you are, Sam. You have shown me so much love and I often wonder why I was ever afraid to tell you in the first place. You give me hope, Sam, and we will raise this baby together. We will mess up, but we will learn from our mistakes and we will grow from them. Together.”

Sam was quiet for a few moments before he kissed you on your forehead. “You fill my bucket, Y/N. There is no one that I’d rather be with right now than you.”

She was beautiful. The most beautiful little girl that you have ever seen. She had your eyes, nose, and complexion, and she Sam’s lips, cheeks, and chin. She had all ten fingers and all ten toes and you couldn’t get enough of her. After 15 hours of labor, you were finally able to hold your baby girl and you couldn’t be happier. You wanted to hold her as much as you could, but the exhaustion of the last couple of hours caught up to you and sleep claimed you.

When you awoke, you weren’t sure how many hours you had slept, but it was now dark. Your body was still tired as sore from giving birth but your heart was full. You blinked your eyes a few times trying to adjust to the darkness when you heard Sam’s voice. When your eyes were fully adjusted, you spotted him near the window as he swayed and rocked your baby girl.

“... and your uncles Bucky and Steve can’t wait to meet you. They’ve called me at least ten times already. You’ve got nothing to worry about, kid.”

You listened for a few minutes as Sam continued talking to your daughter. You knew that he still felt unsure of himself as a father, since he had only been one for less than a day, but you knew that with time, he would become more confident in himself. There was nothing in this world that Sam Wilson couldn’t do.

“And your mother over there is the strongest woman that I know. You wouldn’t believe it, but while she was giving birth to you, she was comforting me. She was comforting me when I should have been comforting her,” he paused and laughed when your baby gurgled. “I’ve been wanting to give her something for a while now because I’ve been waiting for the right moment, and I think it’s finally here and I was wondering if you would help me out?”

She grunted and you watched as Sam nodded his head and made his way over to you. He didn’t seem shocked that you were already awake, it’s almost as if he knew you had been awake. When he made it to you, you reached up and he placed her in your arms before he sat down beside your bed.

As you held her, you looked into her brown eyes and fell even more in love. Your heart soared as you watched her yawn and a beaded silver chain caught your eye. The chain was tucked into her blanket, and you looked at Sam skeptically but you only received a shrug in response. You pulled the chain a little and Sam’s dog tags slipped out. You froze.

“Keep pulling,” he prodded. So you continued to pull and when you reached the end, you froze once again.

“Sam?” you whispered, your voice not strong enough to convey the emotions you were currently feeling.

“Y/N,” Sam said as he kneeled next to your bed. “I know we didn’t start our relationship off in the most conventional way, but I’ve known since the day that we met that you were the one for me.”

“Sam,” you whispered, but he cut you off.

“Y/N,” Sam continued before he took your hand in his. “You’re it for me, and you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for. I know that together we will be great, and I want to spend my forever with you.”

You sniffled as he slipped the ring from the chain.

“My bucket overflows when I’m with you, and you’ve brought peace to my life. What I’m trying to say is, will you marry me?”

Your heart thudded against your chest and your grip on your baby girl tightened. This is what you wanted, the family you’ve always wanted was right here for you. Waiting for you to reach out and grab it.

You felt your tears start to fall from your eyes as you nodded your head. “I love you and I like you,” you whispered just before he pressed his lips to yours.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson needs more love #sam wilson x black reader #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x plus size!black reader #sam wilson x black!reader #maree writes

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judas-had-a-crown · 7 years ago

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writer tag thingy

I’ve been miracously tagged by @wearemykingdom like eons ago, so let’s do this :P 1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Yes. More than one actually, but at the moment it’s my. Fucking. Goddamn. HUGE-ASS. Mount Olympus / Roman Empire Batman / Crossover Gotham x Arkham Games AU.

It has become so complex lately that I just can’t find the will to continue structuring the plot at the moment.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

You really think I’d give you the means to search for it eh. But well, when we’re talking about English works (I have written more stories in my first language of course, so the ones in English are rather limited) it’s probably one of my earliest Hannigram fics. The theme is horrid because ao3 was so new to me back then including all the porn there and I was like “Hey, I can do this too! I want so many views as well!”

So I wrote a smut OS. And I despise it to this very day.

I’m not averse to smut in the least, but I didn’t like it mostly because it lacked a good plot, it lacked any kind of finesse, and, frankly, it also lacked dignity for both the characters. I also hate this OS in particular since I wrote it merely for the sake of gaining attention, I guess. I was a tag-along. You see, I don’t write smut too often, but when I do, I can’t help but try putting in a story which at least compliments the kinks.

Which reminds me, I should probably delete said shameful OS… but it is on my old account. Shit, need to search for the password.

3) what order do you write in? front of 📓 to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Fucking mess. Usually, my ideas start with that one goddamn scene in my head and I scribble it down in mere desperation whereever I can. Then I search for a good song accompanying the general mood of the story and somehow work up to this very scene if I can get my ass in gear. So, I usually start at the beginning.

4) favorite character you’ve written

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham. They have wonderfully complex psyches to play with.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing to write?

Daryl Dixon and Rick Grimes - I don’t know anything about The Walking Dead, never watched one darn episode. It was a gift for a friend back then.

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

I was much on the sappy and dramatic / sentimental side of prose for what seems like ages. I would stretch dialogue and thus doom it to become artificial in the long run. Purple prose is no bad thing, but I certainly overdid it more than once. Which is why I’m currently trying to keep my writing as true as possible.

I still love fancy words, but I need to find my own voice between the lines. And I need to finally figure out for whom I write in particular aka who I believe worth of being called ’my muse’… I already know the name of said creature, but I simply can’t decide about their appearance. Suprisingly, Persona 5 has given me great concepts to work with concerning this. I hope I’ll figure it out in time.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I do not like to tell people I write if they don’t write themselves. I’ve been having bad experiences otherwise, including family members as well as friends and strangers. Mostly, I have been ridiculed, laughed at or looked over with a furrowed brow.

The only time my writing was kind of acknowledged back in my youth when I would read essays and short stories we would sometimes be tasked with in school. My classmates were glad when I read my stuff, but let me just say… they were happier they didn’t have to read their stuff instead than anything else.

8) favorite genre to write

Is “Give me thee pure and I’ll make thee cry and die” a genre ?

To be honest, I’m not sure which genre I usually write in. I think it’s tragedy / drama.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Listening to music is one go, watching amvs, Let’s Plays of Horror Games and movies plus reading books are the others. I also cry.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

@wearemykingdom I’m mostly with you on this one holy shit.

to quote her wise words : SILENCE. FUCKING SILENCE. I LOVE SILENCE. AND ALONE.

Alone indeed, I’m a sucker for solitude -> Solitaire - Marina & The Diamonds

The problem is, I have a problem concerning silence - it’s never enough silence. I have grown used to write on my laptop with in-ear headphones on the ready, but even the sound of the keys or my own breathing would disturb me. Since then I have tried to find in-ear headphones (I can’t wear on-ear headphones due to reasons I won’t explain further) which isolate me from literally anything but fuck, it’s hard to find them, not to mention how much some of them cost. I’m also no friend of bluetooth which makes it all the more difficult to find anything usable. *sigh* Currently - to drown out all the noise of the outside world - I try listening to classical music. Especially violines are soothing for me.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

I have literally no ass clue.

12) your weaknesses as an author

I’m always busy with plotting things out, imagining scenes and stuff, but I’m often strangely scared of really WRITING IT DOWN. Also I often get bored in the middle of a story and tend to discard it. Also I have been doubting myself quite much lately which is annoying.

13) your strengths as an author

I have literally no ass clue. My writing style has changed dramatically since last year - it will take a while till it gains some consistency again.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

“I spend more time on making playlists than writing on my current wips these days” I declare in shame, with four youtube tabs open.

15) why did you start writing?

To find my voice. Also to finally shut down the other voices and people occupying my head.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

My OCs who want to kick my ass for me outlining their stories - but little old me is still too afraid to write them down.

Oh, also Joker and Batman aka Batjokes. I run into so many new kinds of story takes on their relationship these days and each has its special charm, this isn’t funny anymore.

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Me: OH MY GOD STOP MAKING THEM TALK SO MUCH ADD SOME DESCRIPTION INSTEAD YOU DUMB POPTART

fledgling author self : *opens up another conversation about death and undying love with a crazed glint in her eyes*

Me:

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Perfume - The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind. The descriptions are various and exquisite.

Duma Key, Lisey’s Story and many other novels of Stephen King. You, good Sir, ruined me and my standards concerning horror fiction.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. A special book with Death lending his perspective and word.

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathan Stroud - So funny it made me laugh out more than once. Close to my heart.

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Miley: outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.

John Travolta: Me

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

I used to write in long sit-down sessions but currently I’m having a hard with them. I’m happy with little spurts.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Not yet. Which reminds me, I should probably expand my field of writing themes.

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

Besides always feeling like I don’t belong to anything or anybody like some weird E.T. shtick? Dunno.

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I have never known so much about homosexuality and ransoming people sold into slavery in the times of the Roman empire than I do now. So yes, more than once. I want every detail as accurate as possible.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

This isn’t short, because I am proud of this whole scene. Enjoy. ->

The fire is bright and hot and all-consuming as it licks across the doorframe and drags itself into the room with sharpened, yellow claws.

He might be blind, but the cackle of burning wood crawling closer to his position is a guess as sure as a man can get. He leans against the wall, fists numb, mind dazed by pain, flickers challenging the red-rimmed shadows behind his eyelids to join the dance. Why is he in pain again? He doesn’t know. The muscles in his legs are jelly, the flesh of his arms clad in stone. It feels more like his natural state to dwell in than anything else he has come in contact with in STEM yet which is impressive to realize if you think about it. But this isn’t STEM, is it? No. The fire came before they plugged him into this machine manufactured in hell. He tries to breathe in but can’t, not really, no matter how hard he tries; someone must have poured ice into his lungs. And why doesn’t this surprise him either? Everything seems to go the way it’s supposed to be.

He looks ahead and sees nothing but wary shapes taking form.

There stands Lily. And Lily screams, tears streaming down her cheeks like liquid glass. The fire catches her from behind and presses its lambent teeth into her hair, immediately going up in flames. Her skin bursts open und reveals tender muscle cords and bones which will never have the chance of growing out. They turn from white to pale yellow, from yellow to ocher, from ocher to a shade close to carbon black. He watches teary-eyed till her screams ring in his ears to the rhythm of his blaring heartbeat. What he called his daughter turns into a pile of ash and he could never put in words how much he despises himself for feeling relieved - if only for a moment, lost and uncared for - when the screaming dies down with her and fades into whimpers that are easily drowned out by the fire’s roar of triumph following behind.

When it turns its ugly orange head at him, jaw-grinding and repellently jubilant, he is as ready as one can be while they catch a beast’s eye. It teeters into his direction like a drunk whore that had their fill but are too far gone to realize it’s already over. He neither welcomes the plague nor shoos it away. And when it’s so close that its claws reach out to scratch the stubble on his chin, he couldn’t care less.

Being bathed in flames hurts less than he expected and more than his nightmares have ever dared to introduce him to. Heat engulfes him, the pain of thousand ant bites impaling his skin and rip through muscles and sinews. Thank fuck Lily had suffocated before she could feel this way… but no, she hadn’t, had she? Mobius took her. The charred corpse they found, the size of a child; four tiny fingers barely intact, the others scrunched to nothing. Myra and he had buried a forgery. Then she left and had made him live a forgery himself.

He only recognizes in passing that the ash started crawling up the floor and drapes over his sizzling bones. One could have called it a last act of consolation. A mercy he doesn’t deserve. The moulding ember is balm to his raw-burnt limbs, hovering over him, weaving a blanket of dead life upon his shoulders and his heaving back. He doesn’t struggle, nor does he think about getting up. He sits and pants and allows the dark remains of wood and flesh and cotton candy to encloak his body like a banshee offering her grave-cold kiss. The room has turned into furnace by now, the smell of his cooking flesh stuck in his nostrils. There is no end, no beginning, no remorse to deal with; only a hunger he is meant to satisfy but can’t. He just can’t do anything right, can he? The fire does not mind his inability. The fire is hungry, and Sebastian is easy prey.

Darkness, sweet as nectar, drinks him in. He lets it. Yet again I will torture tag @universallylightcherryblossom - (I’m sorry honey, but I don’t know too many writers here). Whoever reads this and wants to do it is more than welcome to feel tagged.

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bobbyseyesmile · 7 years ago

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Blood Money

Ever felt fear? No, no, not the fear of a little spider or the fear of a bad grade. The real fear who’s creeping inside your body like a cold and damp feeling... You never experienced it? Well, neither did Allison. She had everything and more and it had really big advantages to be the daughter of a big Mafia boss, but the disadvantages were much bigger...

GENRE: Angst, slight Horror

Warnings: Swearing, Violence and later on much Smut

Chapter 1

After three long days without sleep, a shower or a shave, he was still sitting in that goddamn car. Seungri was tired and stroked his, meanwhile stubbly, chin. He was sitting and waiting since three days and observed a Villa, just to find one special person: A 20 year old girl with brown hair and green eyes.

The first 24 hours he spent the time cursing and sulking. He cursed his boss, who ordered him with this babyish task. Seungri didn't understand, why of all the people, he had to fly to L.A. and play babysitter. For fucks sake, he wasn't a rookie anymore! He was in the mafia since birth, he grew up with the hardest and most brutal surroundings. He knew what he had to do! But however, he also knew his place within the organisation.

His two older brothers stood definitely over him, and when they barked commands, he had to follow them, whether he liked it or not.

As their father died, a few years ago, Jiyong took over the business and since then, he eagle-eyed everything. In usual the oldest son, took over the family business, but Seunghyun, the oldest of the brother-trio, relinquished the lead and passed it to Jiyong.

The second oldest, Jiyong, was known as a cold and merciless ruler. He had built himself an impressive reputation amongst the Asian mafia and was even feared by the Russians. The better avoided too much contact... Jiyong's speciality was the slave trade, which was also the biggest source of income for the family.

He hated it if someone beated around the bush, only facts interested him. And besides this, it was commonly known that everyone, who got ordered into his office, only left it with a hole in the head.

Seunghyun was known as a calm and mediative gentleman, who often advised Jiyong and kept a cool head. But he wasn't harmless at all. There were several rumours about him and that he was a sick psychopath who cut out the hearts of his victims, or people who dared to threaten his family, only with a spoon. Whether these rumours were true or not, nobody knew for sure, but it was commonly known that some customers of Seunghyun were never seen again.

He never wanted to be the boss of the whole organisation. He just wanted to pursue his old business: The trade with rare artworks.

Taeyang wasn't born into the mafia, he was officially considered as dead since he was twelve, because he got, unintentionally, in touch with some affairs of the mafia.

Unofficially, he was the right hand and Jiyong's best friend, completing him perfectly. What Jiyong missed, due his cold-hearted attitude, completed Taeyang through his calm, yet emotional, style. It wasn't unusual that he managed tricky situations and saved Jiyong's ass several times. But not only did he save his boss's life, no, even important business partners, who had sometimes looked doubtfully at Jiyong, he had saved their head and thus important sources of incomes.

Daesung had nothing left to lose in life, making him a particularly dangerous person. At the age of twelve he saw the corpses os his family, who got brutally slaughtered in a robbery. Since then, it was said, he was a unpredictable killer who was in one especially thing a natural talent: To make people disappear. Forever.

He was the sniper if the team and could swap personalities within a millisecond, making him laugh at a joke in one moment, and in another he had already killed a whole SWAT-Team.

And last but not least, there was Seungri himself. He was the youngest if the family and the five-men team, but at the same time he was Jiyong's favourite weapon.

He was known as a naive and funny little fellow, but the appearance deceived. He spoke seven languages fluently and managed at least five different martial arts.

The secret behind it was, Seungri was neither naive nor nice, and that's what he utilised. The people underestimated him, but had to learn the opposite in a painful way.

And although Seungri was fantastic in his job, Jiyong had sent him to America to kidnap a fucking girl.

He was annoyed, no, he was fucking pissed and sighed deeply. There were hundred others that Jiyong could have send, but no, it had to be Seungri... At first he thought it would be easy cheesy lemon squeezy: He flews to L.A., takes the girl and would soon be sitting in the plane heading back home.

But now, more than 72 hours and less than five hours of sleep, he realised it was actually difficult difficult lemon difficult...

The problem with the whole thing was that this girl never left the house. Never. Guards stood everywhere, and once in an hours, the guards changed positions and where placed at the big panorama windows on the upper floor. Then they were looking with binoculars for potential intruders.

Just as Seungri tried to think of a plan, his phone rang and he answered without checking the display before. He should regret it in the next second...

"Yes?" he murmured tiredly into the phone and heard an amused snorting, which he could have recognised everywhere. Jiyong. Damn it! What should he tell him? He couldn't report any progress!

"Seungri..." the soft voice of his brother on the other trunk. "I was not expecting you to take so long..."

"Neither did I." Seungri admitted and stroked his stubbly chin again.

"Then where's the problem?"

"This chick is guarded day and night, no one can enter the house just like that, and most of all she doesn't leave it, she doesn't even look out of the windows! Whose house is that anyway?!"

This was the question he wanted to ask Jiyong for such a long time, but he didn't dare because his brother did not like it when something he instructed was placed beyond question.

"You know the name Elias Marino?"

Seungri thought about it for a moment. Yes, he had heard the name several times before, but couldn't refer to it.

He didn't have to, because Jiyong continued in the context: "Elias Marino is busy in the drug scene in L.A. You know the De Santis, don't you?"

"De Santis? They're the biggest shark in the drug scene here in Los Angeles! They deliver us too!" Seungri raised an eyebrow in astonishment as he slowly understand everything.

"100 points." his older brother replied sarcastically. "Elias Marino is the boss of them and his daughter is Allison Marino, whom you will kidnapp."

The air was pressed from Seungri's chest as all the puzzle pieces where assembled.

He should WHAT?! He should kidnap the daughter of one of the most brutal Mafia bosses here in America? Just like that?!

"J-Jiyong... You know I always follow your orders blindly and trust you, but THIS is sick shit!"

Seungri never had to worry about anything, he grew up in the most powerful and dangerous family of Asia. The people feared the Kwons so much, no one even dared to think of a conspiracy. No one doubted the authority of Jiyong, Seunghyun nor Seungri. No one would ever dare to plan a plot against them, even the Russians knew that and feared Jiyong's sick and relentless revenge.

Jiyong hasn't responded to Seungri's argument. He knew that his little brother would do the job, no matter what. Seungri on the other hand, was about to start the car and back the fuck off very very fast. Never in his life could he kidnap this girl!

The Kwons were powerful, yes, and had very good connections to the Chinese, Japanese and partly good connections to the Russians. But the American one, well this was complicated, to say the least. And a much bigger problem was that the Marinos not only ruled half of America, no, on top of that Elias Marino himself was Italian and his family was one of the most powerful in Italy.

"Seungri, just do what I told you to do and don't think about it. You never doubt my judgement before, did you?"

"No, but now I'm wondering if you still have one at all... Are you drunk or just completely insane?!" Seungri knew that he would regret those words soon enough and would probably get a bloody nose from Jiyong when he returned, but right now he couldn't care kess. He sat on a different continent and would free his mind.

Jiyong sighed once. "Should I send Daesung to do the job?" The voice of the older one sounded dangerously low.

No, that wouldn't be good. Daesung would whip his ass in order of Jiyong and there would be a bloodbath in the Marino Villa.

"No..."

"Good, and now listen: You're a Kwon and shit your pants because of ridiculous Americans? Maybe you're still too young to take over your own branch..."

Seungri knew what Jiyong was talking about. He has asked him for his own branch. Just as Jiyong was responsible for the slave trade and Seunghyun for art, the youngest also wanted his own.

"All right, all right... I'll be back in Seoul by tomorrow night..." Seungri sighed and then hung up.

He had absolutely no idea how to do it... how he was supposed to kidnap Allison Marino from her fortress. It was probably easier to lure the President out of the White House...

Just as he was about to curse Jiyong again, he saw a pizza deliverer passing by on a bicycle, and an idea came to his mind. Probably the most ridiculous one he ever had, but his options were limited.

Ten minutes later, the little pizza-boy was lying behind a bush and dreamt of pizzas and unicorns, while Seungri dressed himself with the work uniform. The boy would have a mild concussion but he would survive it and that alone was more than generous of Seungri, right? Daesung wouldn't have been so nice to him.

Seungri had never worked in his life before, at least not a job like that, so he had no clue what to do and decided to improvise.

When he stood in front of the giant iron gate and rang the bell (yes, he rang, he had manners after all), it only took a few seconds before a muscle packed guy opened the gate and eyed the pizza-man.

"What?" he barked at Seungri who was at least three heads smaller.

"Uh... Hi! I'm here for the pizza!" he stammered and was pretty proud of his acting. Meryl Streep 2.0.

"Finally! What took so long? I thought you Chinese were fast after all."

Asshole. Seungri smiled trough the anger and followed the giant into the house. Well, that was easier than expected. In the kitchen, he set the pizza off the kitchen counter, while the guy looked for his wallet and then at Seungri with an raised brow.

"How much?"

What did a pizza cost normally? He bad no idea.

"10 Dollar, Sir."

"Hmpf..." the gut grumbled and gave him exactly a 10 Dollar bill. "And now leave."

That was Seungri's keyword: He pulled his gun and shot the guy straight into his chest.

"Hmm, was probably not enough tip, asshole."

He gave the gut, who sank to his knees, a bump and he crashed to the ground while Seungri took all his weapons. Just as he wanted to leave the kitchen, he turned around: "And for the record: I'm Korean."

Surprised that no other securities had appeared, who could have heard the shot, he crept through the house and looked around. When he happened to see the clock in the living room, he knew why nobody was there: It was midday. All the people had lunch break. Good for Seungri, bad for Allison Marino.

He ran for minutes trough the huge house, until he finally found the staircase to the upper floors. Allison Marinos room had to be upstairs when the panorama windows where guarded like crazy, there was no other explanation.

Seungri was expecting several securities on the upper floors, but he only met two. Both of them stared at him with wide eyes, as they saw a pizza-boy with a gun.

"Sorry, nothing personal." he muttered and shot them between their eyes, before they could even reach for their guns.

Seungri was fortunately blessed with impressive reflexes that made him not only a fantastic shooter, but also an impossible target to hit. Even in his tiredest state, he could have simply beat Robin Hood.

Completely unaffected he walked past the two corpses and looked around. There were at least ten doors on this floor, which, for fucks sake, led to the room of this goddamn girl? He could have checked every door, but he was too tired and fucking annoyed, so he changed to plan B and shouted her name. Either he lured more of these Schwarzenegger's, or not, it was a 50/50 chance. He heard a door open, and in fact, two more of these Hulks came out and reached for their guns when they saw Seungri.

Well, he really wanted to do this without a bloodbath, but his patience slowly ran outta stock. He just wanted to grab this girl, put her into his private jet and fly back to Korea.

The guards were perhaps about 6 ft. tall and 100 kg heavy, but they had reflexes like a snowman. It was easy to eliminate them.

Too easy... thought Seungri to himself and went straight to the room from which the muscle pigs came out. To his surprise, there were no other snowmen, but a pretty brown-haired girl, lying on the bed and listening to music. Only when Seungri stood right next to her, she noticed him and widened her eyes.

"Hi." He gave his most handsome smile, hitting her with his gun against the head before she lost her consciousness.

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