#i am back in business babyyyy

[qridotavii]

[sumbacky]

life has been a lot so much lately so i drew Them to cheer myself up :^)

[quirinah]

to the ones that encouraged me

[waywardblazer]

Winter Cottagecore

Bucky Barnes x Reader

warning(s) — fluffy, comfort, momentary angst and implied smut at the end

word count — 2.0k

summary/prompt — (cottage!au) in the wake of the coldest month of the season, hidden in a small cottage in the woods, who better to brave the storm with than the Winter Soldier.

a/n — we’re back in business babyyyy!! any of those moments got u kicking and squealing?? idk how rusty i am but here we go—with the thunderbolts trailer released my bucky obsession resurfaced. i'm scared to see what they did to our precious boy so fellow buck wild fans come and get your soft Bucky content to heal your broken hearts before the mcu breaks them even more than it already has :’(

(divider credits to @whimsicalrogers)

Rain belted against the window as snowflakes drifted down, coating the ground and the tops of the trees in a sea of white. A heavy mist filled the air shielding the night sky above and creating an eerily beautiful scene. The melodically haunting howl of the wind echoed as it slipped through the crack under the wooden door.

You stood staring out beyond the glass at the wild weather. The soft crackling of the flames from the open fireplace was almost as calming as the warmth that radiated throughout the room. You pulled your thick cotton shawl further over your shoulders, breathing in the scent of fire, wood and the remaining berry tea you’d made for yourself earlier.

“There’s my sweet love.” A low and soft voice murmured into your ear as you felt hands slowly snake around your waist.

“Bucky.” You whispered, leaning into his embrace and closing your eyes as he rested his head upon your shoulder.

Both of you stood in content silence for a short time.

“How are we feeling tonight sweetheart?” He asked like the gentleman he was, nustling into your neck lovingly.

You giggled softly at the sensation, your eyes still resting on the outside world in front of you despite your attention being drawn to the super soldier behind you.

“I’m alright.” You replied quietly.

He raised an eyebrow, aware that you’d see it through the reflection of the window. “Just alright? Well, that’s not good enough, we can’t have that now can we.”

It was a rhetorical response as Bucky lifted his head off your shoulder. He then skilfully and gently spun you around so you were facing him, being careful not to hurt you with his metal arm as he did. All the while not breaking his hold.

“I can help, if you’ll let me.”

He stared down at you with his soft but utterly mesmerizing steel blue eyes that in all your years of knowing him never ceased to steal your breath away. You were completely entranced by his gaze. All thoughts that had previously occupied your mind were now a distant memory.

Life tended to move fast, so much so that neither of you had ever had a chance to just stop and enjoy it. Since Bucky was no longer at war and had regained control over his life you had decided to take him on a little winter getaway. Just the two of you, in hopes that it would help ease his ever racing mind and soothe some of his pain. Even though you had checked the weather before coming, it had only spoken of the cold so nothing had prepared either of you for the brutal storm that had blown in unannounced. You were lucky to have remembered to have stocked up on food and warm clothes.

The wind kicked up again and a draught slipped in through the crack under the door breaking your concentration on the soldier and causing you to recoil slightly with a shiver.

A frown passed over Bucky’s face and he stepped away from you, taking your hand while his vibranium one gently pressed against your back as he guided you over to the soft velvet couch that sat in front of the fireplace.

“Wait here.” He uttered as he sat you down before leaving your side and disappearing upstairs.

You pulled your legs up close towards your chest, snuggling down into the corner of the couch. Your fingertips traced meaningless shapes into the velvet.

Just as quickly as he’d left, he returned holding a large blanket and an old draft stopper which he placed by the door, pushing it with his foot to ensure it was secure. He then wandered back over to you and wrapped the blanket around you, stroking your hair before placing a light kiss on the top of your head.

“Thank you dear Bambi.” You mumbled, watching as he dropped his gaze to the floor, a soft smile appearing on his face. The out of pocket nicknames you seemed to come up with for him always made him chuckle.

It warmed your heart to witness that smile knowing too well how rare it was with all that he seemed to carry on his shoulders which often left him with a heavy weighted stare that scared and intimidated anyone who didn’t know him.

You tapped the empty spot next to you, “stay with me?” You asked quietly.

“Of course darling, I’m not going anywhere.” He muttered gently, flopping down beside you with a relieved sigh.

You manoeuvred your body so you could curl up against him. He rested his arm over you and at the same time his vibranium arm dangled over the armrest.

A few moments later, without any warning the wind made the door of the cottage bang aggressively against its hinges causing Bucky to startle, panic rising inside of him as his head snapped up in the direction of the sound. You happened to have your hand resting against his chest so you felt his heart rate spike.

You sat up a little, “hey, it’s alright Buck.” You reassured him.

He returned his gaze back to you, noticing the look of concern in your eyes. He was hit with a pang of guilt. “Scuze,” (sorry) he whispered, switching almost instinctively to Romanian.

“No no, don’t apologise my love. After everything you’ve been through you’re allowed to be scared.” You raised your hand to gently caress his cheek with your fingers. Feeling him lean into your touch you smiled. “You’re safe, you don’t need to be a soldier right now. It’s just us. You can just be Bucky.”

He slid his arms back around you once again, pulling you close to him. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it steadied with every breath.

You could have stayed like that for hours and really there was nothing stopping you.

The combination of the wind outside and the rain falling against the roof sounded almost like a song. The fire crackled and illuminated the room in a soft orange glow. It was actually the sound of the kettle whistling that pulled your attention away. You looked up at Bucky knowingly and without a word you sat yourself up to allow him to stand.

“Would you like some more tea, pebble?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Yes please.” You replied with a gentle nod.

Bucky disappeared into the kitchen. Only to return a few minutes later with two cups of tea. He carefully gave the one in his metal hand to you, holding it so you could grab the handle.

“It’s hot sweetheart, please be careful.” He cautioned.

You nodded and smiled gratefully at his concern. There was literal steam rising from the surface of the liquid and so you placed the mug down on the table to let it cool for a bit. You leant back into the couch, tugging the blanket around yourself as it had slipped down when you had moved.

You rotated your head to stare out the window from where you were sitting, a gentle sigh leaving you. In all honesty, this hadn’t been exactly what you’d had in mind when you had suggested spending some time away. You’d been hoping for some down time, sure, but also the thought of a peaceful walk through the wintery woods had been your driving reason for coming—besides Bucky of course—you had always been one to enjoy being out in nature rather than being confined indoors. So this really was no picnic for you.

Bucky must have noticed your slight shift in mood because he uttered, “you know. There might be a storm right now but think of the pretty angels and snowmen we can make once it’s over.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes glistening with excitement upon hearing his words.

“I’m sure we can spare a carrot or two for a nose.” He continued with a soft grin. “And we’ll find some sticks to make arms.”

“And pebbles for eyes!” You added with a light giggle.

Bucky laughed softly before taking another sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving you as he did. There was just something about you that left him all giddy like a love struck puppy.

You leant forward, picking up your cup of tea off the table. You brought it up to your lips and took a tentative sip to test the temperature. It was sweet like berries with a hint of honey and mint just the way you liked it. You gulped down more with a satisfied sound, feeling the tea warm your insides.

You stole a glance over at Bucky seeing that he’d put his mug down and was still staring at you. All of a sudden you felt hyper aware. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You whined defensively, clutching your mug close to you.

“No reason, you’re just really cute.” His eyes were beaming as brightly as his smile.

You looked away quickly before returning your gaze back up at him again. You felt a faint heat rising on the tips of your ears and across the back of your neck as you softly bit down on your lip. You had choked on any remark that you had wanted to make. It wasn’t often that you got flustered but when you did it was always because of Bucky.

Taking one more sip of your tea, you put the mug back down.

A rumble of thunder echoed off in the distance signaling an incoming storm. You had barely noticed how the sounds of the current storm had calmed down over the past twenty minutes.

“I’m not cute.” You mumbled insistently, shooting Bucky a soft disapproving glare but dropped it shortly after, finding yourself unable to hold his dazzling blue gaze.

The sunshine smile on his face morphed into what you could only interpret to be a flirtatious grin as he placed a hand under your chin gently forcing you to look up at him causing your stomach to flip as your heart skipped a beat.

With a slight growl he muttered, “you are.”

You melted right there and then.

He left no time for you to argue because he pulled you into a kiss. The hand that had previously rested on your chin, now slinked down to your hip. He paused for a moment as if silently asking if you were okay, but when you gave him no objections he used his vibranium arm to support himself as he guided you to lie down. He climbed on top of you, causing you to giggle adorably as his eyes remained locked on yours.

“How are you feeling now, sweetheart?” He recalled his question from earlier.

This time you held his gaze unwaveringly, the light heat had spread to your cheeks.

“Better, t-thanks to you.” You stammered.

It continued to confuzzle him as much as it did you to think about how he’d become so lucky to have you in his life. He could never seem to understand, no matter how hard he tried.

“Я тебя люблю, Y/N.” He murmured.

Of all the people in this universe and you chose him.

A thunder rumble louder than before echoed across the sky causing the room to vibrate as the rain began to fall again just as fast as you had for the soldier above you.

“I love you too Bucky.”

He smiled warmly at your words, using his right hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and out of your face. “Y/N?”

He looked away from you for only a moment as if reconsidering.

“Yes?” You prompted him, furrowing your brows softly in curiosity.

When he looked back, you searched his eyes, trying to get a sense of his thoughts which you were usually good at doing but there was something behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite read. Even when he spoke his next words, all you could feel was the weight of importance.

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”

He knew you would never understand the true meaning behind what he’d said, but it didn’t matter. He meant every word now, just as he had the first time he’d said it to the best friend he’d loved all those decades ago.

You stared at him for a minute, taking in his words before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into another kiss.

“As am I. It’s just us, til the end of the line.”

© 2024 | waywardblazer

𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[classiccowboy]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his WIFE evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is yasmin quintana*

series masterlist.

liked by bengals, joeyb_9, and 983,729 others…

evie: honeymoon avenue.

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user: i love you guys together!

> evie: 💗💗

user: am i the only one that doesn’t like her?

> millyg: it’s the jealousy in you.

> user: i don’t see how anyone can’t like her, she’s so nice!

user: yikes

joeyb_9: no complaints, probably the best avenue out there.

> evie: thanks for your input, i totally agree.

> millyg: gtfo you guys 🤣

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: we will send a post card.

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user: nooooo that’s two times in a row he’s posted ev

> user: they are literally married now, she’s not going anywhere.

user: in his *husband* era

user: i can’t stomach this

millyg: still mad i got left at home.

> user: i don’t like them together, im not jealous or anything something just feels off.

> user: i think that means your jealous.

evie: the views were 10/10

> joeyb_9: i was only looking at you.

> lahjay10_: 🧀🧀🧀

evie

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evie: some small things…🤍

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user: i’m SO single

user: she doesn’t have to rub it in

user: NOT THE PRETTY GIRL. ladies he is everything..

user: if he wanted to he would

millyg: not joes failed cursive attempt

> evie: it wasn’t TERRIBLE 🤣

user: being with joe burrow is this girls whole personality

joeyb_9: the prettiest pretty girl.

> evie: 😭💗

user: so when are we expecting the divorce?

user: take notes fellas

user: joe and ev being so taylor coded makes me sick

> evie: swifties are superior, even if jb likes to pretend he isn’t one.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: had the basketball versus football convo too many times

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user: low key forgot you weren’t just some guy from cincinnati

> evie: THE guy from cincinnati

obj: Da boyyyyyyyy

user: tough. basketball tho

> evie: wrong answer. 😭

user: Joey B is A list now

evie: it was so nice of you to take photos with a few fans today.

> joeyb_9: 😎

> user: ev is coming for those opps

user: not him hanging with obj

user: such a weeb

evie

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evie: went to something called a white party?

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user: you win

user: he actually took you with him?

> evie: i actually got invited to come with him.

> user: standing on business.

user: YOU MISSED TAYLOR FOR THIS?????

> evie: marriage is about sacrifice.

joeyb_9: 🥵🥵🥵

user: this is everything

user: that joe pic is my new background thanks

> evie: charity work is my passion.

user: i keep coming back to look at this post

user: second pic sent me into cardiac arrest.

> evie: you should’ve seen it in person.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: “It’s time to go mobile.”

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user: YESSIR

lahjay10_: My step brother

> evie: hell yeah

user: do you want my mobile phone number

> evie: he doesn’t have a mobile phone.

> user: you are so funny mrs. burrow. 🤣💀

> user: why are you always so rude?

> user: she isn’t rude, but she’s always going to let us know that’s her man. don’t play like you wouldn’t do the same thing if random girls were coming at your bf with this kind of shit.

> user: i agree, she isn’t being rude but she’s never really let people show blatant disrespect for their relationship. even when they were in college.

tylerboyd: levels

> evie: BIG LEVELS

evie: you’re so hot. there is said it.

joeyb_9: 🪞

user: return of shiesty

user: YEAH BABYYYY

evie

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evie: volume 4. 🤍🧡🖤

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user: you’re special

user: do you ever get sick of having to pretend to be interested in football?

> evie: never pretending.

user: he needs a tall blonde that has a brain.

> evie: my masters in marketing is offended.

user: i’m so excited to see the team smash it this year!

joeyb_9: very big fan of this.

> evie: your sunnies really tie it together.

> user: not you sharing sunnies. 😭

user: i love ev truly, but im also jealous of her.

> evie: i’m not sure what to say here. 🤣💗

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Mask off.

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user: clothes off

> evie: the clothes will stay on. (for now) 🤪

user: Burrow is back!

user: solid W

evie: put the mask back on, i can’t think straight.

> joeyb_9: keep it on all night?

> user: i wish i could unsee this

> user: joe. please. this has to stop.

user: i’ll never quit you.

evie’s instagram stories:

a/n: hiiii. i’m going to finish this series up in the next post so i can work on some of the other requests i have. if you guys are interested in me continuing it once the new season starts let me know and i’ll see what i can do. thanks for all the love on this, you guys rock. and as always im taking request so if you have an idea i’d love to hear it.

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 13

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav speaks with Korrilla and decides to do something stupid. She returns to the House of Hope and Raphael is less than thrilled to see her.

(AN: We are back in the house babyyyy.)

“Are you going to tell me why you were napping in my backyard?”

Korrilla was sitting on Tav’s sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Tav handed her a cup of tea.

“You know I can’t tell you the boss’s business,” Korrilla said.

She sat down beside her.

”I also know that you have a wonderful tendency to gossip,” Tav said. “Please Korrilla. If you can’t tell me why he’s keeping an eye on me, at least tell me what is going on. Why did he free me and Hope?”

“I can’t say.”

Tav sighed. She needed to know. It was time to play dirty.

“I wonder how Raphael would feel about his favorite warlock getting caught and the fact that she is sitting in my house drinking tea.”

Korrilla glared at her.

“Your little threats might have worked on Cassius, but not on me,” she said. “I am not telling you anything, Tav.”

“I’ll do it,” Tav said. “I’ll tell him.”

“And how exactly will you do that?”

“A sending spell,” Tav answered.

That made Korrilla pause and scowl at her.

“Don’t,” she said harshly and sipped her tea. “Your sending spells have caused enough trouble as it is. Fine…Ask your questions, but I was never here and I—”

Tav interrupted her.

“You were never here, you never said anything, I never heard anything, and we have never talked,” Tav finished her sentence and smiled at her. “I know. Of course.”

Korrilla looked at her and sighed deeply.

“I have no idea,” Korrilla began explaining. “I just know that he had almost destroyed half of the furniture in the house when he summoned me there after you left. He has been acting odd ever since.”

“Odd?” Tav asked.

“On edge,” Korrilla explained. “He thinks something might happen to you, so he makes me keep an eye on you at all times.”

Tav’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Happen to me?” she asked. “Am I in danger or something?”

Korrilla shrugged.

“If you ask me, he just seems paranoid,” she said, and a yawn escaped her. “He thinks that someone might have gotten word about those sending spells you sent back and forth to the Hells. You’re not the first of his prisoners to have done so, so I don’t know why he fusses so much about it. I happen to value being in one piece, so I don’t ask.”

Tav looked at the floor in front of her as she contemplated this.

“And it truly is odd,” Korrilla continued. “Some of the devils of the Hells know about my sister and Raphael’s obsession with her. One should think that she should be the obvious one to go after, but she is granted no protection whatsoever.”

That was rather odd.

“How is she?” Tav asked. “Hope, I mean. Do you see her?”

Korrilla shook her head.

“She hides,” she explained. “As she should. No reason to tempt him into taking her again. If you’re clever, you’ll do the same. He misses you, though he won’t admit it. Raphael never lets go of something he deems as his. You and Hope should count your lucky stars.”

Tav did not feel lucky. She had been so determined to forget everything about him and to close that chapter of her life, but here she was, missing him again. Korrilla’s words had opened up those wounds that she was still trying to heal. Korrilla must have seen it in her expression.

“You look like someone who is considering doing something stupid,” Korrilla said. “I can see it on your face.”

“Hm?” Tav said and looked at her. “What? No.”

“Oh, it’s no skin off my back if you do,” she said. “Just know that you might never get so lucky again, if you do decide to go back to him.”

“Go back to him?” Tav repeated as if it had been an outrageous statement. “You think I’d be stupid enough to go back to my captor who kidnapped me and kept me imprisoned?”

Korrilla rolled her eyes and smiled at her as if she did not believe a word she was saying. That offended Tav.

“What the fuck do you know?”

“Oh, nothing at all,” Korrilla said in an innocent tone. “It is not like I have been watching you drown yourself in wine and cry for the last month. It’s not like I was waiting outside while you went into the Devil’s Den all by yourself. Let me guess, you were pining and sniffing the pillows? You really are insufferable, the both of you.”

The warlock got to her feet.

“You have some nerve, Korrilla,” Tav huffed. “And when I have been so nice to offer you my hospitality...”

Korrilla smiled and opened the door to leave.

“Thank you for the tea, Tav,” she said. “I will see you around.”

Tav huffed after Korrilla left. She paced around her living room for a moment, as she looked out her window to see if she really was leaving or going back to watching her again. When she saw the shape of Korrilla disappear in the distance, she sat down in a chair.

She sat in the quietness for a moment, thinking about what she had just heard. Her fingers drumming on the armrest as she did. She took a deep breath and looked out the window again. She felt restless. When she finally decided to go to bed, she couldn’t sleep for all the thoughts in her head. However, a conclusion to all those thoughts and her last many weeks of feeling miserable presented itself in her mind:

She weighed her options. She had nothing making her stay except her friends, and most of them were in other realms or cities anyway. She had made up her mind: she wanted to stay with him, and she was desperate to make it happen.

Tomorrow she was going to do something stupid…

Helsik was looking at her with wide eyes and an even wider smile in amusement.

“He really did a number on you, didn’t he?” she laughed. “Let me see if I got this right…So the first time you went there was to kill him. Then you got kidnapped and cried your eyes out on my floor when you were finally freed, and now you want to go back?”

Tav grumbled and sighed. Why was everyone always in her business?

“…yes…” she answered. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it is,” Helsik said with a chuckle.

“Why do you even care? Just take the gold and let me upstairs.”

“Can’t a girl be interested in a bit of gossip?”

It dawned on Tav that whatever she said could be shared with Helsik’s patron, and she was not sure she wanted another devil to know what was going on. Especially if Raphael’s suspicions were correct and it was not just paranoia that he was afraid that she might be in danger.

“My business is my business,” Tav said. “Look, who cares? You and Mammon profit from my stupidity.”

Helsik’s eyes went to the sack of gold on the counter and then back to her.

“You know the price,” she said and crossed her arms. “It isn’t ten thousand, it’s twenty.”

“I’m a frequent customer, surely that must mean something,” Tav said with annoyance. “I paid you twenty thousand last time we went there, and that was with three more people.”

“You pay for the portal, not the amount of people that passes through it. Besides, I should charge you even more. Going there multiple times means I’m taking a bigger risk.”

Tav groaned.

“As if Raphael can’t figure out that I am using one of the only diabolists available to the public. He knows I live in the Gate, where else would I go? Ten.”

“Twenty.”

“Ten,” Tav said stubbornly.

Helsik considered her for a moment and sighed. She took the sack of gold and gave her the supplies for the ritual.

“You know what to do,” Helsik said. “You are an odd one, you know. One has to wonder why anyone would return to the Hells after having escaped like that.”

I’d be tempted to tell you if I had an answer, Tav almost said.

“Keep wondering,” she grumbled and took the bag of supplies to head upstairs.

Raphael was writing a contract when he thought he heard something. He paused his movements and held his breath for a short moment as he listened. He knew that any of his servants or debtors would not be stupid enough to go against his wish of complete silence while he worked. They knew the consequences.

The sound stopped and he looked around the room. There was nothing to be seen, so he went back to writing. Shortly after there was another sound. It stopped the second he looked up from the contract in front of him. Someone was moving around in the house.

He put down the quill and slowly got up from his chair as he listened. There was a faint sound of footsteps. He walked away from his desk to investigate and find out who was going against his order and begging for a broken spine. The sound of footsteps had brought him to right outside the archive.

The loud sound of the organ suddenly starting to play made him jump. His fists clenched and his teeth gritted in anger before he recognized the melody. He had only taught that song to one person.

His brow furrowed. It could not be.

Tav was using an invisibility spell. She saw him enter the room from the corner of her eye and her heart started pounding. From fear and excitement all at once. She did not know how he would react, so she kept her eyes on the keys and focused on playing the melody right.

He just stood there as she played until the end. When she finished, he snapped his fingers, and she became visible. She finally gathered the courage to look at him. His expression was unreadable, though she could see a small smile.

“Brava,” he purred. “What are you doing here, mouse?”

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She did not really have a good answer to that. She sighed.

“I…I don’t know…” she said quietly.

It was odd. He was just standing there looking at her. There was a hint of coldness to his expression, even though he was still smiling. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him. For him to hold her and smell her hair like he always did.

“Lying has never suited you, Tav,” he said. “Try again…”

She got up from where she was sitting at the organ to look at him better. She still kept her distance. She took a deep breath and searched for the right answer in her mind. She knew it, of course, but she did not want to say it. Though there really was no reason to be coy now. She had already broken into his home…again.

“Despite my better judgment, I’ve missed you,” she said, and her voice cracked slightly.

“Have you now?” Raphael asked in a tone that really did not reveal much of how he was feeling about the whole thing.

It made her even more nervous. She took a deep breath and looked at the floor. It was too intense to look him in the eyes at that moment of vulnerability.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “It doesn’t make sense, but I have.”

He looked her up and down before looking at her face again.

“I told you that I did not want you here anymore, did I not?” he said in a cold tone. “I am not sure that I could have made it much clearer that I wanted you out of my home.”

That was like a knife in her heart. It hurt and it made her tear up. It also made her stubborn.

“Tell me that you haven’t missed me, and I will leave immediately,” she said and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I’ll go away for good. You will never see me again, I promise.”

He stared into her eyes, and they narrowed at her. She mentally prepared herself for him to twist the knife in her heart.

“You know I will never lie to you…” he said calmly. “Though that does not change what I have said. I want you out.”

“Why?”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed further and there was a cruelness in his eyes as he slowly stalked towards her.

“Your friends risked their lives to get you out of my claws, little mouse,” he said. “Had it not been for the circumstances, they would be dead right now. Are you truly so selfish?”

He was getting closer, and his expression was almost threatening.

“And here you are…” he said in a low voice with a cruel smile. “The mouse saved from its trap, only to happily jump into the cat’s maw itself.”

She started walking backwards as he got closer.

“You can save the dramatics, Raphael,” she said.

She was trying to put on a brave face though she felt the fear in her bones. She was not sure what he might do.

“And you, my dear, can stop pretending that you are not a terrified little girl,” he countered. “That act has gotten old and tired a long time ago.”

She was now backed up against a bookshelf, trying not to tremble as she looked up at him.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said quietly.

“You might not want to be, but you are,” he growled. “And you should be.”

 “Fine…” she whispered. “I am scared…but so are you. You are terrified. That’s why you are pushing me away isn’t it? So I don’t ‘distract’ you.”

“Watch your tongue,” he warned in a dangerous tone as he loomed over her.

She did not like seeming him like this. This had been a mistake, but she still felt herself becoming more and more desperate to fix it. She wanted nothing more than for everything to go back to how it was.

“Please…” she pleaded with tears in her eyes. “I don’t like this anymore than you do, but please don’t push me away.”

He was so close that she could feel his irritated breath on her skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. For a moment she held her breath as she thought he was going to explode. Instead, he leaned his forehead against hers. She sighed softly in relief.

He was so close, and she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her. For everything to go back to how it was. He cradled her head with his hands and leaned back to look at her. His thumb brushed over her burn scars.

“When someone is stupid enough to love someone so cruel and so evil, then they deserve to live, and die, with that choice,” he said quietly though there was still a harsh quality to his tone. “I believe those were your exact words when you told me of what happened to your mother. I do wonder if you see the irony, my dear. Have you truly learned nothing?”

“You are not like my father,” she answered.

“Indeed,” he said and caressed her cheek. “I am much more cruel, and unlike your father, you will find me a monster that is quite difficult to burn, my sweet.”

“What if I don’t care?” she cried.

He studied her face as he kept caressing her cheek. His eyes went to her lips, and she could feel his breathing get slightly faster as he was leaned against her. In one swift movement, his hands went under her thighs, and he lifted her up against the bookshelf behind her.

He gave her an almost bruising kiss as if he wanted to devour her. One of her arms went behind his neck, the other to his cheek as she returned the kiss immediately. He groaned into her mouth as her lips parted for him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and the kiss turned even hungrier.

He suddenly breathed in deeply and the kiss turned sweeter instead, as if reining himself back.

“For once, I am truly sorry, dearest,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“What?” she mumbled against his mouth.

She had not even noticed that he had removed one of his hands from her thighs. She heard the snap right beside her ear.

The bookcase behind her disappeared and he released her from the kiss and his grasp. She opened her eyes and saw that her surroundings had changed. She was at home. Her heart fell and she looked at him. His hand was ready to snap again.

“Don’t return,” he said. “You will thank me for this one day,”

“NO!” she said and grabbed his hand. “Don’t do this…Don’t fucking do this to me, Raphael. Take me back.”

“No.”

“Take me back!”

“Don’t tempt me,” he snapped at her. “You will stay here. You will go back to your library and your books. You will grow old, and when your soft little heart stops one day, I will be there to collect.”

He said the word ‘soft’ as if it was something that disgusted him.

Tav was not having it. She felt herself grow angry.

“I’ll tell them,” she snapped right back at him. “Which ever devil, warlock, cambion or whoever will listen to me. Isn’t that what you are so scared about? That someone will find out that I am a weakness. That I’ll—”

She was interrupted when Raphael’s hand shot out and closed around her wrist in warning. He yanked her closer and for a moment she thought he would hurt her. She had hit a soft spot. He looked like he was seriously considering snapping her neck for a moment. There was a fire in those brown eyes of his that told her he was absolutely furious.

There was a low groan of frustration from him before he let go of her arm. He calmed down somewhat.

“You will do nothing of the sort,” he said in a low voice. There was a hint of a cruel and hateful smile on his lips. “But fine. If that truly is the game you want to play, then let’s make a deal…”

She should have been more rattled by the fact that he had almost hurt her, but she was too relieved that he finally seemed to see sense.

“I’ll sign,” she said without question.

She even surprised herself with how desperate she had become.

“I truly appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said. “Though it is not that kind of deal. I have your soul regardless, so you have nothing to bargain with.”

“What then?”

“I realize that I have sheltered you too much,” he explained. “The deal is this: You will spend a day with me and see for yourself what it is I have been doing while you have been sleeping in my bed. When the day is over, I will give you a simple choice. You will decide if you want to stay with me or go home.”

She nodded.

“But know this,” he said with a raised finger and leaned closer to her. “If you leave, you will stay away for good. I will not have you back in the House of Hope ever again, and you will not seek me out. If you do, I will be forced to act and I will not be as kind as I have been today. Should you instead for whatever reason decide to stay, then you are mine and there is no way back. Do you understand?”

“Will I be permitted to leave if I decide to stay?” she asked.

She was pretty sure she knew what he would say, but his answer surprised her.

“We could discuss it if you do decide to stay,” he said with a shrug. “You won’t though, so let’s not waste our time on hypotheticals.”

That made her slightly nervous. Whatever he was going to show her, he seemed sure that it would be enough for her to refuse to stay with him. She wondered what horrors she would be exposed to in the next 24 hours.

“Do you agree to the terms?” Raphael asked.

In a way it was a win-win for her. One option was that she would stay with him, and potentially be able to leave and visit her friends every now and again, which was everything she could ever want. The other option was that Raphael would scare her away and she would hopefully be able to get over him for good.

“Yes.”

Raphael smirked at her and reached out and took her hand in his. He kissed her knuckles.

“Then let us not waste any time, dear,” he said and then snapped his fingers, whisking the both of them away from her house.

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𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

pairing: yuji itadori x fem!reader

content: in which you and yuji go on a impromptu movie date.

a/n: please listen to summertime in paris by WILLOW for the accurate vibes of this fic xoxo.

literally fought with major writer's block so ignore any grammatical errors my proof reader is too busy snoring :( will come back to fix whatever's weird when she wakes up.

also THIS FOR YOU BAE!! <3 @affogetou

"who's gonna go watch earthworm man 4 with me?"

the question has just barely rose in the air when its met with immediate rejection.

rejection in the form of both his friends turning away from him with their own respective excuses.

"im going back to the dorms" megumi turns around first, already dialing ijichi's phone number while walking away.

"i am gonna go shopping." nobara turns to the staircase that lead to the shopping plaza and races up to get away from him as soon as possible.

and just like that, they run away from him. traitors!

yuji places his hands at his hips and pouts at their blatant refusal to watch the movie with him before it hits him - he has you, the realisation has him blushing and smiling, his beautiful girlfriend.

yes! she'd definitely watch it with me. he thinks to himself before pulling out his phone and walks towards the cinema. a lovesick smile already forming on his face when he opens the messaging app and finds your contact on top.

as he's typing up the text to send you, his peripheral vision catches the sight of a flower shop, his smile widens.

[♡]

you were on your way to the dorms after getting rid of a curse when your music stops and your phone buzzes in your lap indicating you got a message.

you look away from the window of the car to pick up your phone. your heart skips a beat in happiness when you see its yuji, quickly you send a reply back.

yuji <3: babyyyyyyyyy >:(

you: hi babyyyy <333 what's with the sad face?

yuji <3: nobara and megumi won't watch earthworm man 4 with me >:((

you: oh no :( those traitors!!

yuji <3: EXACTLY WHAT I THOT TOO!!

yuji <3: and then i thought that if they wont go ITS FINE. my sweet girl will, right?

you: ...

yuji <3: BABY!!

you: OKAY OKAY

you: where are u rn? send the location

yuji sends you the location, and you tell nitta to turn around and head to the shopping plaza in the opposite direction.

you get out of the car after reaching the place and the first thing you see is yuji tumbling towards you with a bouquet of flowers. the sight brings out the biggest smile on your face upon seeing the boy.

when yuji reaches you, he quickly gets down on one of his knee with his head bowed and the hand holding the flowers raised high - peonies and daisies, towards you "these are for you, my lady" he says dramatically although you assume the heavy breathing is from his run. you laugh out loud at his antics, taking the flowers from him "why thank you, handsome" you reply back while curtsying, returning the same energy in your theatrics.

you smell the flowers with a smile on your face while you watch yuji get up to his full height, his smile mirroring yours. you create distance between you and the flowers when he reaches to you to hold you in an embrace, both of you swaying side to side.

"thank you for agreeing to this" he says after releasing you from the hug, his eyes shining in adoration at your smile.

you nod "anything for my handsome boyfriend" and stand on your tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek, laughing at the way his eyes widen before they crinkle when he laughs at his own surprise along with you.

"lets go! the movie will start soon and we need to get snacks before it does!" he says turning towards the cinema with your hand in his.

he explains the basic knowledge about the movie to you so you aren't left confused during it while you both wait in line for the snacks and you smile to yourself, proud of yourself for sucking up to watch the movie you have no interest in.

if watching that worm movie with you is what gets him happy enough to literally jog towards the auditorium with you in tow, then you will gladly suck it up everytime.

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Dropping random One Piece ideas bc this is it now. This is how I cope.

Buggy focused bc I love this little blue haired buffoon

Buggy

• AuDHD

• BPD

• gender is a performance and he LOVES THE SPOTLIGHT BABYYYY

• Buggy is actually a year or so younger than Shanks, and they both use this as an insult point for arguments. Buggy calls him old man, Shanks calls him a teeny tiny little clown baby, Buggy punches Shanks, Shanks cries dramatically, the works.

• in my perception between them, their relationship could go either way - I love the interpretation of them seeing one another as brothers, I love the interpretation of them being lovers, I think either one fits them and it's precious and depending on the Shuggy flavor of the day. It's never both at the same time though. One or the other.

• Buggy has always been terrifyingly flexible. It was waved off when he was very little, but it was only around the time Crocus joined the crew that he noticed Buggy was much more flexible than most kids his age. Turns out baby blue has hypermobility syndrome. The Roger pirates helped him learn wrapping techniques to help stabilize his wrists and knees and hips, his biggest problem areas, but after the Devil Fruit Fiasco, he can and will just drop a limb. Floating is so much easier on bad pain days.

• Buggy still wraps and braces his body when he can, but he also hides most of them beneath his clothes. Few have seen him freely in braces. Cabaji and Mohji are the most familiar with that. Ritchie takes his role thereof as a living, furry weighted heating pad.

• kinesthetic and visual stimming Buggy my beloved.

• sometimes he's just. Touch Alvida. Not in a weird way, just... her Devil Fruit makes her skin and hair feel absolutely DIVINE and he can spend hours just. Playing with her fingers or brushing her hair. He's embarrassed by it.

• he has a very meticulous skin and hair care routine. It's one of very few routines he keeps to. Not even being in prison stopped it.

• he's actually really damn good with money and running a business. The situation with the Cross Guild was a Bad Time, Bad Place, Bad Luck situation, which is honestly just his brand at this point.

• He was a warlord for all of a few months, but in that time, he did, in fact, have to attend a few meetings, and he did, in fact, make a friend! A friend nobody ever expected.

• Boa Hancock and Buggy are the most underrated Mean Girls Squad ever and I'll die on that hill, I think they'd be so funny as friends. Ask me more on my Boa Buggy Besties ideas please I am begging I love them so much

• Cross Guild happens, and it goes fairly similar to Canon, but Buggy quite literally within that three week time frame got the entirety of his loan back AND the interest and was like "hey so like. Did you still want this or-?"

• the mercenaries at Karai Bari are all very progressive. Buggy is a lax ruler, by most standards, but he puts his foot down firmly regarding bigotry, racism, sexism, etc.

• Buggy is not actually human, but he doesn't know that. He was orphaned at a VERY early age, was adopted by Roger pretty young, and he doesn't really remember much pre-piracy. He does know his genetics are a little weird, #ThanksCrocus, but not much beyond that. This may be Important later on if anyone wants some silly little concepts

• demisexual nblm, but once he catches feelings, he becomes a harlot harlequin

• once took off a limb and forgot where he left it. Has genuinely devoted microchipping his limbs.

• some people have comfort activities like hiking or painting. He makes bombs. It's very soothing and he likes the BOOM

• has a multitude of explosives btw; everything from large range, highly damaging, lethal weapons, to flashy, mildly inconveniences. He once made a batch of mini muggy balls full of itching powder just to see if he could and now it's his favorite thing to prank people with. ((Yes, he designed those while a Warlord. Yes, he tested it on the Navy. No, he was never definitively caught.))

• when he's busy, he ties his hair in a bun and puts pens, pins, etc in his hair, ends up looking like a porcupine or sea urchin.

• he has a really bad habit of hyperfixating for hours upon hours on end. Galdino, Alvida, Mohji and Cabaji have a rotation system to check on him if he hasn't been seen for 5 or more hours. They'll drag him away from his work (some more gently than others), make him eat, drink, etc. ((Alvida huffs and puffs about it, but she's also among the first ones to wipe a grease smear from his face, look him over head to toe and determine whether she's pulling the Girls Night card. She will die before admitting that she adores this bastard.))

• Buggy is allergic to pineapples.

That's all I got rn okay ily byyyeeee

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ex!reader x matty healy ig blurb

FC: Heather Baron-Gracie

a/n: added on blurb

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rass1975 via instagram stories:

yninstagram via instagram stories:

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yninstagram we look kewl

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ynfan1 OMG YN AND MATTYYYYY

ynfriend sexy beasts xxx

>trumanblack thanks xxx

ynfan2 the goth council has come together to decide all our fates

bedforddanes pale bitches x

>yninstagram ill fuck u up

trumanblack im cool. yn did my makeup, its cool.

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1975fan1 i am frothing at the mouth rn

yninstagram fit

1975fan2 i so wish i was at this party it looks so cool

rass1975 Yeah yeah. You look cool get over it

yninstagram shut up i'm busy

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ynfan1 so prettyyyyy

ynfan2 I LOVE THIS

trumanblack fit

>yninstagram didn’t i just fucking tell you to shut up?

1975ynfan1 ok loving this tension,,,,

1975ynfan2 wait is that matty’s guitar???

>1975fan1 OMG I THINK YOURE RIGHT

nme Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Dirty Hit Records ushers in a new era, with the addition of YN on their roster. This news comes after apparent months of negotiation (and close friend of Matty Healy on her side!) New interview in our next issue!

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1975ynfan1 this has totally convinced me that theyre together why tf would they do a whole photoshoot together if they weren’t

ynfan1 am i the only one who doesn’t like the way they worded this? Like she’s such a good artist, the fact that she’s friends with Matty doesn’t mean anything! She got that record deal on her own merit

1975ynfan2 omg they both look so hot in this

1975fan1 goth parents

yninstagram throwback to when we were allowed outside

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ynfan1 where are you quarantining queen???

>yninstagram with a close friend babyyyy

ynfan2 so sad you had to postpone the tour :((( i was going to toronto

ynfan3 will the new album be postponed too??

>yninstagram hopefully not. Still set for later on in the year ❤️❤️

ynundates yn today performing at Reading Festival!!!

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ynfan1 ok so we haven’t seen her in TWO YEARS and she’s back and a platinum blonde????

ynfan2 newalbumsoonnewalbumsoonnewalbumsoon

>ynfan3 ikr SO PUMPED

ynfan4 did anyone catch a video of when she said something like ‘im in a different place now than when i wrote all these love songs’ and then i didnt hear the end of what she said???

>ynupdates its on our page! The full quote is “I’m in a very different place than when I wrote all of those love songs. Me and him aren’t together now so…Expect a breakup album soon!”

>ynfan5 omg poor yn :(( (though i wonder who she’s talking aboutttt)

yninstagram officially here to tell you that blondes don’t always have more fun. and i’m on tour in North America in three months get ready.

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ynfan1 AAHHH SEEING YOU IN NEW YORK

>yninstagram SEE U THERE BB

ynfan2 PLEASE come to asia!!

ynfan3 when is the album???

>yninstagram beginning of next year!!

ynfan4 yn looks so pretty with black OR blonde hair!!

yninstagram first show lets go

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ynfan1 the COOLEST fit

bedforddanes good luck mate.

>yninstagram thanks mate.

ynfan2 cant wait to see you in Milwaukee!!

1975ynfan1 does anyone else think its weird that yn and the 1975’s tours match up cities like 4 times???

>1975ynfan2 probably just a coincidence, there’s only so many cities in america

>1975ynfan1 idk its just yn and matty havent interacted in so long and it seems like theyve both gone through private breakups recently,,,,got me thinking

>ynfan3 maybe not the best to speculate on people’s private lives?? Lets just leave them to it?

yninstagram new single out now. Not Another Rockstar. its cool.

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ynfan1 omg wait the caption??? Is that a matty reference???

>ynfan2 idkkkk IM HERE FOR THE DRAMAAA

ynfan3 yn is straight up ethereal

charli_xcx so proud of youuuuu

>yninstagram Xxx

yninstagram london r u ready??

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ynfan1 so jealous im not there!!!

ynfan2 obsessed with this makeup!!

pollymoney looking lush!!

ynfan3 come to nz!

rollingstone “Growing into different people can hurt, but it’s always the way of life, we just have to move on” - YN talks touring post-covid and new album! Link in bio!

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yninstagram thank you for having me.

ynfan1 need to punch whoever she was talking about with the quote in the article ‘I was badly hurt by my ex, he’s said some horrid things about me when I thought our breakup was pretty amicable.’

ynfan2 i remember when yn was just starting out and now look at her!!

ynfan3 mother was mothering in this shoot

yninstagram what happens on tour, stays on tour. this includes going to bed at a reasonable hour and being on vocal rest for 20 hours of the day.

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ynfan1 saw you in Lisbon!! Best concert ive ever been to!!

ynfan2 omg obsessed with that top…

1975adam the joys of tour life hey?

>yninstagram dont i know it?

yninstagram new album, Nothing Matters, is out tomorrow. this is such a personal album for me, showing the deepest parts of myself. 

To you (you know)

Even though we spent months tearing each other apart, and we’ve both said some questionable things in retaliation, you know I’ll always hold you in my heart. I was at my best with you and I hope one day we can reach a point when we can be friends. I miss you and all the funny things you tell me when you stoned off your nut and barely knew how to speak anymore. 

Thank you, darling. For everything.

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charli_xcx beautiful album baby. top of 2023!

ynfriend love it!!

rass1975 well done mate. Its a good’un

trumanblack love it.

>yninstagram x

[rachi-roo]

Omg I just read your phantom tickles fic!! What a cute villain! I'd love to see him go up against a pro hero (like Hawks or Aizawa)!!

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My Hero Academia: Give us a smile, hero

Weeeee! Thank you for the ask anon!!! Lee!Aizawa is here babyyyy!!! Honestly I was sooo torn between Hawks and Aizawa, but this doesn't mean I won't do Hawks as well if someone else requests! 😚

Summary: Aizawa gets involved in a purse-snatching incident on his day off and ends up wishing he hadn't seen anything.

Lee!Aizawa, Ler!villain OC

Tw: None

03/03/23

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Eggs. Milk. Oat milk for Denki. Cayenne pepper for Bakugo. Kirishimas protein milkshake mix. Chocolate for Eri. Aizawa read off his shopping list in his head, making his way through the local corner store with his trolley of items. Some for him, some requests from his students. It was his day off, meaning he got to wear his casuals. A comfy slightly oversized t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

"For Serooo... Tamarind paste?" He murmured to himself, wondering what Sero would use said item for as he examined the label. "Hm. I'm sure I'll find out soon." As he set the small jar into his kart, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Down the end of the isle was a loud rich looking couple, laughing and mocking the cheap prices of most items in the store.

"Oh look, honey, only ninety nine cents for a cup noodle?"

"Ew. It must taste like garbage being that cheap. Let's just go to the restaurant, it smells of cat piss in here."

Unpleasant people, that was obvious. But that wasn't what caught his eye. No, it was the boy who had been looking at that item prior to them and was now walking back towards the couple. He bumped into the man harshly as he moved past.

"Hey! Watch it urchin!"

"Sorry sir." One wallet successfully snatched. The boy made his way to the exit, making off with the rich man's money.

Aizawa's instinct kicked in and he rushed after the boy. "Hold my shopping for me, I'll be back." He called to the cashier who nodded, knowing Aizawas occupation. He's a busy man.

He headed outside, just catching a glimpse of the thief as they ducked around a corner into an alleyway, following him swiftly.

The boy in question sighed as he opened the wallet, taking out the card and cash that was stashed inside. "This'll go towards feeding those who need it." He smiled to himself.

"Very kind of you, kid." Aizawa rested a hand on the boy's shoulder once he caught up, catching him by suprise.

"Gah!" The boy yelped, juggling with the wallet before snatching it away and hiding it behind his back. "What's the big idea?! Scarin' me like- Ooooh, Eraser." His brave front dipped as he realised who it was that had caught him. "Uuuhaha. What can I do for, you, sir?" He asked with a chuckle.

Aizawa held out his hand. "You can hand over the wallet, kid. I don't want you getting into any trouble." He was being honest. Aizawa couldn't stand seeing young people become criminals. "Please."

The boy looked at Aizawas hand, then up at him with an insulted expression. "Kid? Just how old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen?"

"Gh! I'm twenty-one!" He grumbled, folding his arms before smiling. "Look, Eraser, I respect you as a hero and teacher. I really do. You're awesome! Always so, so, uuuh... What's the word... Pokerfaced!"

Aizawa raised a brow, still holding his hand out. "Pokerfaced?"

"Yep. No emotions except for 'I'm disappointed in my kids' and 'I'm going to kill you'." He chuckled, stuffing the wallet into his back pocket. "I wonder...?" He mused, looking Aizawa up and down. The hero had already made the mistake of putting a hand on him. Game on. "Can you give me a biiig smile?"

"Please just hand over the wallet. I don't want any t-aha!" The stoic hero stammered, surprised by the noise that escaped his lips. "Wh-What the hehell?" He hugged himself, feeling a pressure on his ribs. Something tickly running up and down the inside of his shirt. "Wh-What is that?"

"That's me. Sorry, I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. Now, smiiiiile for me, hero~" The villain grinned, making a pinching gesture in the air, sending tickly shocks to Aizawas defenseless ribs, eliciting a chorus of muffled grunts as Aizawa attempted to stay quiet. The glint of a smile already tugging at his lips.

"H-Hold on kid, look I-I won't report you okay? I just want the wallet b-AHA!" A bout of loud giggling sprung forth as the tickling switched from squeezing to vigorous shaking, attacking the lowest ribs of the set and slowly moving up.

"Stahap! P-Please I'm serious, I dohon't-! Aha! I dohon't wahant a fihihight! Hahaha!" His cool composure steadily melted away as the tickling attack deepened, no amount of hugging was going to stop it.

"A fight?" The boy chuckled, watching Aizawa's struggle fondly. "I'm afraid it doesn't look like much of a fight to me. Looks like you've already lost, to be honest. But, keep ya hopes up." He teased, moving his tickles down to Aizawas hips, grinning as the reaction doubled in severity.

Aizawa felt his knees give out as his hips were targeted. This was a particularly bad spot for him, one a certain yellow-haired DJ often chose to torment him with. "Wahahait! Hahaha! Shihit!" He crumbled. The great Eraser Head, feared by many a villain, was brought to his knees via some tickles. "Y-Yohohou cahan't!"

"Oh, but, Eraser Head, I can! And so easily too~"

"Nahahaha! Ahaha! I-I swehear, I'll cahatch you!"

"Oooh that sounds fun! A game of tag! You know, a certain explody student of yours said something similar. He didn't catch me. Obviously. He met the same fate as you're going to." He smiled, crouching by the hero's side as he wriggled about helplessly. "Cooooochi, coochi, coooo~ You do have a very nice laugh. You could have any guy or gal you wanted with a voice like that, you know."

"Nohoho! I-I- BWAHAHAHAHA!" More hands joined in the game, tickling under his arms and squeezing his knees. "Stahaha-AHAHA! Stop, stop! Kihihid!" This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't been tickled before, so why was this so maddening?

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha, I bet your students are too scared to try something like this on you. I think if I had to see you every day, I'd be scared too. But, you probably won't see me again for a while, so I'm confident that you won't be getting any revenge." He cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm.

"AAAH! Noho! No rahaspberries! C'mohohon! This is ridiculous!" The hero was embarrassed and irritated with himself. Being reduced to a pile of giggly tears on the floor. His hair had slipped from it's bun, falling messily around his face as he curled in on himself, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slid down his cheeks, over the pink tinge of hysterics on his skin.

"Hey, raspberries are the best, don't you slander them. Heeeere comes another~!"

"NOOOHOHOHOOOO!"

The boy chuckled, standing and straightening his tie. "Don't worry, I promise this money will go towards those who actually need it. I ain't no villain." He reassured. "I'll see you round, Eraser. Make sure to keep smiling~" He turned, walking away and humming to himself as he continued to plague the hero with relentless tickling.

"Wahahit! Gihive me the wallet! AHAHAHA!"

The tickling lasted for another couple of minutes. He was just glad no prying eyes found him laying there giggling like a little girl. Once it eventually stopped, he sat up, puffing as he lazily tied his hair back out of his face.

The fact he was too bombarded with tickles to even think about using his Quirk only added to the shame he felt right now. All he had to do was look at him and it would have been over instantly. But, tickling. He had to use tickling of all things.

"Dahamn... So that's who Bakugo was so grumpy at... I get it now." He chuckled to himself, taking a breather before heading back to the store to finish his shopping. There was no use in chasing the boy right now. He was tired, more so than usual, and just wanted to get home and rest. There was something very trusting about the boy too. He really didn't seem like a bad guy.

[athemarina]

writeblr comeback!! (for real this time!!)

hello (again), marina here! i am back from another long break, and this time i am determined to rejoin the writeblr community properly, because i really truly missed it here!

it's been a couple months since i've been here, and there have been a couple of changes in my life and to the way i want to run this blog, so i thought i'd give an update to anyone who might still remember me and maybe get to know some new writers! <3

who am i?

i am marina/mina, 27, from austria. i've been on writeblr for quite some time now, but had to take a break due to work and uni being really demanding, and also my personal life kinda falling apart lol. but i've realised once more that writing is one of the things that give my life meaning and stability, and i want and need to reconnect with it.

i work full-time and am still finishing up my degree, so i'm quite a busy bee. nevertheless, with uni summer break just around the corner, i want to spend more time writing and finding inspiration here!

some random interests of mine: philosophy, linguistics, the beauty of greece, musicals, folk songs and folklore, horses, and formula 1. what a list.

what do i write?

i have put all of my previous wip on hold because i had no time to work on them at all the last few months. right now i am in the worldbuilding phase of a new fantasy story (it takes some elements from children of the king but will go in quite a different direction! there's robots in it now!!) i want to take working on this new wip really really slow though. i've spent the last couple months feeling horribly burnt out and don't want to push myself around so much anymore. so while a proper intro post will have to wait for a bit, i'll still share some of the stuff that's floating around in my head and can't wait to get to know other people's wips again!!

i want to try my hand at writing poetry and flash fiction! it's not something i've dabbled with a lot in the past, but i really want to expand my horizons!

i have read quite a lot this year and would like to share some reviews / media analysis as well!

things i love to write and read....

all kinds of fantasy, anything that includes vampires, grief and healing and not-healing from it, characters who make all the wrong choices, questions of identity, queerness, and love.

if any of that vibes with you, let's be friends pls!!

i'd love to be part of the community again, and i love talking about reading / writing / just about anything so pls never hesitate to send me a message if you wanna chat <3 i also love to do tag and ask games, but it might take me a while to get to it!

thank you for reading, and thank you all for being such a lovely community here! i'm back babyyyy

[primolovebot]

MEMENTO MORI; CHAPTER III

THE PARTY

 I had a super hard time writing this chapter and getting it out of the way so it’s not my best, but!!!! Important plot points, and we’re moving on. We love a lil hurt and comfort babyyyy. 2.2k words! 

AO3 LINK HERE ⛧ CH. 1 ⛧  CH. 2

Leonardo had suspected who Copia’s parents were early on. There was just too much of a resemblance for him to ignore.  Plus, he never really bought the whole poor orphan dropped off at the cloister bit he’d been told so many times.

Yet, his fiancé was staring at him, completely bewildered.

“What do you mean, amore? What are you talking about? We’ve been through this. Seestor found me. The abbey raised me. That is what I have been told. This is what I remember.” Copia said, his voice sounding more desperate than anything.

“And you believe that is true?” Leonardo asked, raising a brow as he reached out to help Copia button up his shirt. They didn’t have much time for this familial breakthrough. His hands rubbed over the cotton fabric to remove any small wrinkles.

“Why would she lie to me…it is not like…I…” Copia’s words failed him. He looked deep in thought as he let his hands fall, allowing Leo to finish dressing him. He felt as though his entire world was beginning to fall apart.

Usually, he was absolutely terrible at comforting anyone, but it did hurt him to see how upset the Cardinal was. After he finished pulling on the man’s jacket, the younger reached up to wrap his arms tightly around Copia’s neck, tugging him down into a hug.

“Well, he didn’t confirm anything about who your parents are…so that probably has nothing to do with it.” He decided to lie as he began rubbing his hands gently along Copia’s back, making the older man melt into him. “What’s most important is that you’re Nihil’s right-hand man. You’ve been here forever. You’re the highest member of the clergy.” Leonardo was quick to remind Copia.

The Cardinal took a long breath before he nodded slowly. “That is true, si. Sister would vouch for that,” he murmured, though it was clear that he was lost completely in his thoughts. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. “You said we kill him?” He asked as he pulled away, needing room to study Leonardo’s face.

“I don’t see how else you would reign.” He replied with a hum, letting his brown eyes meet Copia’s mismatched eyes. “It’s not my choice. It’s what Satanas wants. Who am I…who are we to deny him? Plus, you have to admit it’d be fun,”

He was ready to go on, to tell him about the beheading, when he heard the aggressive knocking on the door.

“I know you two are in there. The party has started already without you,” Sister Imperator’s voice boomed through the door. Copia only seemed to grow more panicked.

Leo leaned up to press a kiss to the man’s lips. “Breathe, it’s okay. We can talk later, si?” he whispered to his fiance. The other nodded nervously in response.

It took him a moment to calm himself down, but before long, the Cardinal opened the door and bowed his head some to Imperator. “Mi dispiace, I was having trouble with the buttons. See, no funny business,”  He motioned over to his fully dressed fiance. At least she wouldn’t chastise them about being horny.

“It doesn’t excuse how late you are. Leonardo, usually you’re more on top of things like this,” Sister complained as she looked to the Archbishop. He let out a small chuckle and pushed himself up to approach.

“C was nervous, Sister. He needed encouragement. Come, let’s go now,” he hummed, looping his arm around Copia’s to try and pull him towards the door. The taller man stood firm for a moment before sighing and following, grumbling to himself.

Maybe Leonardo shouldn’t have mentioned anything. He could have come up with a good lie, something that wouldn’t have ruined the night. He knew that Copia would be in his head for the remainder of the evening, but Leo would do his best to distract him from his thoughts.

The couple held onto one another as they walked down the stairs. After Mass that morning, the ghouls had spent all days moving the pews so that the party could be held in the chapel. Typically events would be held in the dining hall or outside, but Sister Imperator had managed to pull strings to ensure it would be the most beautiful engagement party the ministry had seen.

Leonardo enjoyed a good party, but truly he couldn’t wait for the wedding and all to be over with. Copia was his soul mate. He didn’t need a big to-do to remind him of that. He was just exhausted from the cloister watching the pair so closely. Years ago, Leonardo had refused to be a prime mover. He had a small fling with Papa that went horribly, and thankfully the Cardinal waltzed into his life not long after.

At the time many had thought he was stupid for not taking the title and running with it, but now Leonardo couldn’t help but grin to himself as he realized he’d have the chance at being a prime mover yet again, only this time with the right partner. The thought made him squeeze Copia’s hand a little tighter.

“You’ll make me lose circulation, amore,” Copia chastised Leonardo. Though the sadness was still evident in his eyes, he had at least forced a little smile.

“I was just thinking about how happy I am to be yours,” The short man reminded him, trying to  ease any leftover tension. Though he knew they’d likely be chastised for it, he couldn’t help but lean up and steal another kiss from his fiance. “Te amo, Topolino.” Leo reminded.

Sister Imperator huffed from where she followed behind them. “Teenagers,” she grumbled, quickly walking around them to open up the doors to the chapel.

The room smelled of incense and alcohol. The party had gotten off to a good start. There was already some dancing near the altar while others walked around and mingled. The guests grew immediately quiet as the couple finally entered.

Secondo quickly remedied any awkwardness, however, holding up his champagne flute towards them. “To the future Copias,” he called out, which the crowd quickly repeated. Leo offered him a thankful little bow before chuckling as they began to walk amongst the crowd.

Leo could feel the other stiffen beside him once all eyes were on them. “We’re okay,” he reminded Copia with a little smile, turning his head to peck at his shoulder. “You’ll be okay, pretty boy,” he added, giving the older man a small smack on his ass to encourage him.

The Cardinal was flustered but let out a soft laugh.  “Si, si.” he murmured, wrapping his arm tighter around Leo’s waist as they headed towards the bar. One drink turned into two, then into five, and so on.

Despite his height, Leonardo had a good tolerance, but his fiance was already growing a little sloppy. Copia spent most of the party pretending to listen to the Clergy members talking to him. He was much more focused on Nihil and Sister Imperator, however, staring at the pair from behind his whiskey glass.

He could understand if he was Imperator’s son. That made sense. He’d accepted the likelihood of it. But he hated Nihil. The man was a complete dickhead, and truly Copia believed that bringing him in was one of the biggest mistakes the Church had made.

Yet he’d be stupid to overlook the similarities. The eye, for instance, made a compelling argument. The stubbornness. The jaw. They were more alike than he’d ever admit out loud.

In his drunkenness, he decided he’d get to the bottom of it all. Unfortunately, Leo was too engrossed in a conversation with some friends to notice Copia’s brazen advance toward Papa Nihil.

“Lovely party, eh? Fit for uh…fit for an Emeritus almost, eh?” The Cardinal asked, tilting his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes to try and read the old man’s face.

Nihil’s brows were furrowed as he pulled his oxygen mask away from his face. “What the heavens are you talking about? It’s been years since any Emeritus has been engaged. Satan, that was the 70s with Primo,” he said with a harsh laugh that quickly turned into a cough.

“Well, I guess I just mean, you know, if you did have a son getting engaged, you’d do something like this, right? Rent out the whole chapel and everything.” Copia tried to joke around, though the slurring of his words only made his desperation that much more obvious.

Sadly Nihil was a bit too oblivious to understand what he was saying, but Imperator, who’d been eavesdropping, had clearly picked up what he was trying to express. The woman politely excused herself from her conversation before grabbing Copia’s arm and pulling him away with a grin. “What was that about?” she asked hushedly, not wanting to draw any attention to them.

Her reaction was all it took to break the Cardinal. “It’s true?” he asked. “You didn’t tell me. You…you let him treat me like shit all of this time.”  He had tried to speak quietly, but as always with drama at parties, the chapel went silent, hoping to catch what the pair were saying.

“You kept me separate from my brothers, from him. Made me think I was nothing. I am Quattro.” Copia said, pulling his arm roughly away from Sister’s hand.  

Leonardo did his best to squeeze his thin frame through the crowd, but he wasn’t quick enough. Copia was already rushing out of the room.

“C! Wait!” he called, trying to chase him down. He was caught right by the door, feeling an arm wrap around his waist. “I don’t think I ever got my dance.” Terzo joked, narrowing his eyes at Leo.

The band began playing another song as if on cue. It was clear that someone higher up was trying to cover up what had just happened.  The guests began murmuring to themselves as Papa led the Archbishop back towards the floor. The younger man tried to fight against his grip, but it was useless. His eyes continued looking back towards the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Copia.

“It was you, si? Who told him?” Terzo spoke softly as he pulled Leonardo closer, pressing their cheeks together as they started to dance. “I still do not understand how you could have found out, but you’ve always been great at weaseling, no?” he taunted, turning Leo a little harshly.

“Are you just upset I’m choosing your brother over you?” Leo asked in reply; he still continued to try to pull and tug himself away.

“We had something. You can’t deny that, Arcivescovo.” Terzo murmured against Leonardo’s cheek before pressing a warm kiss to it, spreading his paints against him. “Then you changed your mind, and you wanted the rat, no?” he grumbled, tightening his grip as the pair spun again.

Leo was filled with rage at the little kiss. He could feel the eyes of all of the guests boring into his back, whispers all sounding like shouts. He hated that whenever he got angry, he began to tear up. “Our something ended the moment I realized how shallow you are, Papa.” he spat at the man, sniffling softly.

Terzo began cackling to himself as he saw the short man cry. That was the last straw for Leo. Finally, he lifted his leg and stomped his foot down harshly against Terzo’s.

Papa cursed loudly as he finally let go to try and grab his foot. “You’re making a mistake going with him!” Terzo yelled as Leonardo made a break for it. “He’ll be your downfall!” he continued, but the Archbishop was already racing down the halls, trying to search for his fiance.

He didn’t bother calling for him. Instead, he ran right for one of the music rooms towards the back of the ministry. It was one of the first places he and Copia had met, and he knew that the other often liked to hide out there.

Leo pulled the door open, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked around. It didn’t take long to find the Cardinal draped over the piano crying quietly.  His own little spat with Terzo was long forgotten as he saw how upset his betrothed was.  He moved to settle down on the bench beside Copia, quickly pulling the older man against his chest and hugging him tightly.

“Giovanni, it will be okay, I promise.” Leo breathed out softly, using his first name for once.

Copia was so beside himself that he hardly noticed. He just sniffled and wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. It took him a long while before he looked up to his fiance. His odd eyes narrowed as he noticed the white makeup against his lover’s cheek. “He hurt you?” he asked, reaching up to rub the makeup away. Leonardo didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

“We will kill him.” Copia finally croaked out. “It will hurt them, it will hurt the Ghost project, and then he won’t be able to bother either one of us again,” he said, a stern look in his eyes.

“We will give Satanas what he wants,” he whispered. A chill ran up Leonardo’s back as he nodded. He quickly leaned in to press a kiss to Copia’s lips. The couple cozied up, kissing messily in the dark room, ignoring what chaos would come the next day because of their failed engagement party.

[inhaledpie4]

Yes! I learned how to invisibly sew up the crotch seams and I am back in business babyyyy

"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5µm of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great

[doodlepede]

I'm happy to be manic instead of miserable, i fucking love mania, like. the best part of this part of the cycle i love it i love it, is i realize that i was performing the entire fucking time and i just got so in character that i forgot i was acting, but then i started to remember that i was acting and got comfortable and assumed it would just stay if i asserted myself but that has never worked EVER so lo and behold!!! we're back at square one babyyyy i keep tricking people into thinking I'm acceptable and then they take me off the shelf and play for a while and then i start acting like a person and they dont wanna play anymore so back on the shelf i go!

im not a person! not really!!! im just good at pretending! im so good at pretending that i forget to pretend and i start being real and i stop playing by the rules, im so fucking stupid that i think its okay to stop playing by the rules

i keep rambling i keep rambling okay okay its like this. i am not a real person, im something else, and I'm doing my thing all alone all by myself and because im just bouncing around in my own skull, this silly business stays hidden, so that when someone thinks they like me and make friends, i see the script and i know what im supposed to do, i know how to make friends and i play the game i follow the rules and then enough time passes that i forget that im playing along, i start thinking im real like an idiot, and my ego gets so big that i start breaking the rules and i go off script and i defend my doing so because ive gotten comfortable and got a little less afraid and then! because i went and forgot my place, the house of cards collapses and the silly business comes out thats what this is right now. soon enough i will be isolated and then it stays in my skull where it belongs and then we repeat!

im not fucking real, you arent fucking real, im the only one who's fucking real

[pricemarshfield]

3, 5, 14, 18, 24, and 28 for Tav :)

hi fox thanks for letting me be insane about my girl <3 below the cut bc i am simply incapable of shutting up about her

3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? (companion au)

okay i originally would have said the holy knight and it would have been a fun little subversion thing given her god's awful and she also can potentially ditch your party for The Literal Devil if you piss her off enough but. i think it would be the tempest. because she really does view herself as her domain's moreso than she does view herself as her god's, even if she IS loyal to talos. BUT also the holy knight questline name sticking even as she drops the mask is also soooo crunchy. hm. no i'm still saying tempest just bc [insert entire text of a tour of tempest here]. plus it would incentivize players to click on a tour of tempest which could doom them if they haven't gotten her approval high enough

5. Describe their idle animations! (companion au)

i have such a vivid mental image of her with a reading animation but only if she's near gale's tent because she refuses to let him think he's the only smart one even if she is not absorbing literally any of the contents of the book. also that one if you give her the necromancy of thay regardless of where she is. i do think she would also have idle animations of looking at the other people in camp because she's nosy and probably also writing something, little would-be bard that she is. one where she's sorting through her bag as a little nod to player character!tav picking up literally everything that isn't nailed down. one where she's practicing tying knots and you can ask her about it and if you try to flirt with low approval, she goes "do you think every thing people do is because they want to have sex with you? i'm a sailor, idiot. i'd only tie you up to throw you overboard. though i suppose off a cliff would do." with high approval she flirts back ofc

14. Where are they from? What was home like?

baldur's gate forever babyyyy. she was young enough when her parents died that she doesn't really remember the house all that well but when she moved in with her aunt/uncle, it was a small but cozy place closer to the docks. they worried she'd be traumatized, having to smell the ocean all day after losing her parents at sea. but of course she is Disturbed and thus was delighted.

i don't picture her dynamic with them being especially affectionate or demonstrative. she's not the type of person to request or openly seek affection, as hungry as she is for attention of all kinds, and i think they were probably busy people who didn't really factor adopting a strange, off-putting child into their life plans and only really changed those to provide the bare minimum of care for her. i think they'd say they love her, and probably even mean it, and i don't think she holds them any ill will, but like. she would only feel a vague disappointment if they died, at most. they offered her shelter as a moral obligation and she's fine with that; she was mostly occupied with her like. religious awakening and deep-seated urge to become a Legend(tm). family ties were nothinggg compared to that.

18. Where/with whom do they feel safest?

okay so i think it's important to note that tav gets deeply and profoundly uncomfortable with Safety. she throws herself into life-or-death situations because she is more comfortable and content with that than she is with actual stability and comfort, even in her good end/post-character arc. her first life-threatening experience killed her whole family and she still went back to that god and to the sea over and over and over again.

BUT. i think by the epilogue, she has people she can be herself with without pretense (namely the party), and that's worth more to her than some illusion of safety. she's thrilled by her new life in the underdark being home without being safe.

also, bad end her obviously is never safe and never feels safe for a second of her life, given the doomed cause and devil she's tied herself to. she even more explicitly than in normal end prefers it that way, and views her previous reaching out to people as a weakness, even if she's not willing to let go of the few people willing to stick with her from then.

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

not to immediately point at her stats, but her lack of intelligence. tav is very charismatic and very wise and very, very good at making people think she belongs in spaces she has no business being in, but she wants SO badly to be able to be in said spaces by virtue of her intelligence. it's not to say she hates herself for that lack, she's far too comfortable in her own skin for that, but she views it as a flaw for SURE.

bad end tav views the lingering remnant of her moral code like it's dirt on her shoe she can't quite kick off. but still probably intelligence, her conscience is embarrassing, but the intelligence is a Flaw

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

the docks in baldur's gate, sea salt and unwashed masses and all. she's baldurian to her fucking core. i think she'd also view the smell of the sea actually OUT at sea as a smell she associates with her youth, even if she continued going on ill-fated sailings up until/past the events of the game

[mystical5hit]

Life Update — February 7, 2024 6:19 AM

The mental, emotional, & spiritual glow up has been great, but can a bitch see some physical changes? I am grateful & tired. I wrote all this shit last year about my birthday falling on a new moon and how I was so hopeful about all these new beginnings that would come rushing in and guess what? All I got was ripped away from the place I grew up & relocated to the place I escaped from. I mean I did say once I finished my degree that I would leave SC because that’s the ONLY reason why I returned. I can admit I got comfortable there… aside from PA, it’s all I know. The last place I wanted to be was back in FL though. I fucking hate it here. It’s too hot. The politics are shit. It’s just a shit place and I wouldn’t dare raise a family here. I barely see any black people. I don’t know a soul. It’s like 2014/2015 alllll over again. Great. Only this time I’m way more stronger mentally because babyyyy I was going through it real bad with my depression back then. Don’t get it twisted, my depression is still well and alive. I just can manage it better as I’ve learned a lot about depression through school and experience with it. I have coping mechanisms I didn’t have in the past to keep me sane. I have my breakdowns here and there, I am human. And reasonably so. I literally lost it all and have yet to gain anything back. My job. My home. My car. All gone. Granted, I HATED my job and my home lol. My job was causing me lots of stress and costing me my mental health. My home was literally causing health issues! How I go from never having sinus issues to all of sudden having them and now that I’m no longer in that place, my issues have gone away… I’m still trying to piece together why Spirit brought me back here… what’s here in FL for me? The pay here SUCKS. I can’t find a job in my profession which is why I avoided coming here in the first place & now I’m here… wondering why? & oddly enough Spirit relocates a love interest here only to take that away too. Idk man. Life is kicking my ass per usual & I just don’t know how, what, when, where, or why.

In the meantime, I’ve been trying to pour all that I can into my business to no avail because you know, shit does take money that I don’t have. I started a YouTube channel in hopes I can monetize off that. I know things take time, but DAMN. I also know I can’t compare my journey to others, it gets real discouraging though to hear people’s stories of how they took off in a few months to a year and I’m just still waiting around. *sigh*. I think what pisses me off the most is that I do the healing work. I work so hard on myself. I do the meditations. I’ve done the therapy. So wtf is the hold up? I hate how I can manifest for friends and family so easily, but when it comes to myself — you can fucking forget it. I’m not even asking for much. Stability and romantic love. I’ve got neither. I’ve done every single manifestation technique you can think of! They say bay leaves are one of the most powerful techniques, TUH. Not for my Black ass! Allegedly, it’s just not my time. I know I’m on Divine time, but Spirit if not now then when? I’ve been stripped of EVERYTHING. I even tried fasting! Promises were made for fasting, it’s in the Bible! Whatever. Ima just end it here. If you’re reading this, don’t give up. That’s one thing my mother always told me even while I was doing the simplest of things. Don’t give up. I’m not giving up. I’ve given too much into my spiritual business to give up. I’ve been on my spiritual journey for too long to give up. I’ve made it through hella storms to give up. My time will come, it will. Gotta have faith, the size of a mustard seed is all you need. I cannot wait for my moment, so I can take care of everyone that took care of me & chuckle at times like this ❤️. Cheers to 29 & cheers to many more years of life.