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nickfowlerrr · 11 months ago

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it’s a love story, baby, just say yes.

pairing: neighbor!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not the conclusion i was hoping for but that just means there’s more of these two to come. this feels like such a tease of a chapter lol i’m sorry. no smut. a lil tinny tiny bit of angst from reader’s perspective. mostly cute idiots in love. if something needs to be tagged please let me know.

words: 3.2k

notes: is the title a little on the nose? yes, yes it is. and it took me forever to land on. 💀 there will be more, i promise. sorry for the wait. thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy this little update. 🫶🏻 also also! happy birthday again to the anon who messaged me about this next part. hope your day was wonderful ✨💗

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Breathe.

In.

Out.

Easy.

Just like that.

You can’t stop looking in the mirror.

You look…you look…god. You look terrified.

Fuck.

This was a bad decision. A really bad decision.

What the hell were you thinking?

What the hell was he thinking?

God, you feel like you can’t breathe again.

Focus.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

You smooth your skirt, pulling it once again for no reason. None other than habit, you suppose.

You look over yourself. Not awful, you think. You’re wearing your staple black long sleeve top with your high waisted houndstooth skirt. It’s cold outside, so you’re in your black thigh high boots. The ones that took you ages to find but have been your favorite since coming across them. You swear this pair was made in heaven because it felt like a miracle finding ones that actually fit your legs properly. You’ve accessorized with your trusty belt and your favorite jewelry and your hair somehow looks the best it has in days. Makeup is flawless and though you try to find something to fix…you just can’t.

And still, there’s that gnawing feeling telling you that you’re doing something wrong - that you are wrong.

You don’t know why you’re being so down on yourself today, but it seems like you’ve poked at each and every insecurity you’ve ever had in the past hour alone.

Maybe some part of your mind thinks it’ll convince you to not go through with this if you feel badly enough. Too bad you don’t really have the option of chickening out.

You sigh and finally look away from the mirror, instead reaching for your bottle of perfume and spraying yourself lightly with the lovely scent.

You smile a bit as you set the bottle back down in its spot.

You remember the first time you wore it. It was the day after your birthday - you had gotten it for yourself as a gift. You went over to Bucky's for your weekly movie watch and when you walked by him as he held his front door open for you, he seemed immediately taken. He was all over you as he followed you in close behind.

You had jerked away when he leaned in to smell you, giving him a look of incredulity.

“Creep,” you groused.

“Sorry,” he laughed, “but you smell incredible,” he complimented, leaning into you again. “Is that new?”

“It is, yeah. Smells good, right?” you smiled, loving your choice even more.

“Like heaven,” he simpered.

You knew he loved this perfume, but that is not why you are wearing it tonight, you tell yourself. That is simply a coincidence. It may be his favorite, but it was your favorite first.

You double check your phone, despite it having not gone off at all in the past two hours, just to ensure you weren’t missing any messages…particularly one that would read something along the lines of “Sorry to cancel so last minute but…”.

Of course, you find nothing.

Checking the time, you have fifteen minutes til seven.

Fifteen was plenty of time to get yourself to finally calm the hell down a bit.

You can do this.

It’ll be…what it is.

And no matter what it is, it’ll be.

You breathe a deep breath.

…Maybe you still have time to cancel…

A knock on your front door startles you and you leave your room to stand in your hallway, eyeing the door as if you’re expecting it to burst open despite the gentleness of the sound.

Nothing.

Then another knock.

You brace yourself, swallowing thickly as you approach the door.

Of course you know who it is.

Impending doom.

No! Stop with the negativity, you chastise yourself.

Of course he’d be early. If you weren’t so caught up in your head, you’d roll your eyes at his punctuality. You shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Early is on time, on time is late.” You can hear him saying it now.

You get to the door and unlock the bolts one at a time, as slowly as you can, trying to drag out the inevitable as you focus on your breathing.

You grab hold of the knob, and once again remind yourself to get your shit together. The door slowly creaks open as you pull on it heavily and when you finally chance at glance at the man at your door, you find Bucky’s eyes on you. His lips part ever so slightly as he takes you in before his gaze comes back up to meet yours.

He titters, the corner of his lips coming up in a half smirk as he breathes a sigh of relief.

“You answered,” he says.

“Yeah,” you blink dumbly at his words, “why wouldn’t I have?”

“I don’t know, you’ve been avoiding me all week,” he accuses. “I was honestly a little worried you were gonna cancel on me.”

You look down, a little embarrassed at being called out. But he was right, you had been avoiding him.

Well not him. It wasn’t him. It was just the nerves. You weren’t sure you’d be able to talk to him, let alone look at him without somehow screwing everything up all too quickly.

Anytime you caught even just a glimpse of him in the hallway or heard what could have been him coming or going as you were, you would make yourself scarce as soon as possible. Even when you clearly saw one another, eye contact established and everything, you’d be gone before he could get a word out in your direction. The last time you spoke with him face to face was New Year’s Eve.

The breathy “yes,” that left your lips still shocked you when you thought back on it. Which you had often this past week. Replaying the way Bucky’s face lit up at your answer, how happy he looked… before you quickly turned tail and rushed your “good night”; hurrying back to your apartment and leaving Bucky standing there in a bit of a stupor, huffing a laugh out his nose as he watched you flee, but his half smile never breaking as he called a good night after you.

Bucky has tried to talk to you since then, of course, but you just kept evading him. If he really wanted or needed to get to you, truthfully, he could have - but he didn’t want to overwhelm you. And a part of him was worried about the two very same things you were, just from his side.

Part of you was afraid you’d just flounder and end up outright canceling and the other part was scared you’d lose all self control and end up kissing him again. Not that that sounded like the worst thing in the world…But still, you kept your distance while you could.

“These are for you, gorgeous,” he continues before you can say anything in response. You only then notice the bouquet of flowers he holds in his hand.

They’re gorgeous. Nicer than the ones he had on Valentine’s day, and even nicer than the bouquet you had been gifted from your coworker that day, too.

“Wow,” is all you can utter as you take them from him. “Thank you,” your voice is quiet as your surprise at the gesture overwhelms you.

You’ve never been given flowers this nice before. And you definitely weren’t expecting it.

“They’re so pretty,” you say, eyes flitting up to see his enamored gaze on you before you look back down to the flowers.

“Just like you,” he says, stepping closer to you in the doorway. “You look stunning.”

You smile, albeit a bit stiffly, at the compliment, offering another ‘thank you’.

Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire at his words and you bite your lip as you turn from him to head to the kitchen.

A second passes and you turn back to see him still standing in the doorway, not following you.

You raise a brow, “What are you a vampire?” you ask sarcastically. “Come in,” you instruct with a laugh.

“Didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he says, finally coming inside, closing the door gently behind him.

“Yeah? Since when?”

He smirks again then, following you to the kitchen as you search out your vase.

“I’m being a gentleman,” he states.

You eye him, scoffing before turning back to readying the bouquet for the water.

“What’s funny?” he questions, faux offense in his voice.

“You,” you shake your head, fighting your smile. “...You look nice, by the way,” you compliment after a second of fighting your nerves.

“Thanks, doll.”

You jump as his voice comes from right beside you, his stealth surprising you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughs, admiring your handiwork as you arrange the flowers just right.

You turn into him, taking a breath as you really look at him again. The blue of his eyes stand out even more with the depth of his black sweater under his dark wool overcoat. The outfit fits him well, you absentmindedly admire. He really does look nice.

God, he always does.

You breathe in his dark, woody cologne in your proximity and your knees threaten to go wobbly as you do.

Is this really real?

“You ready?” he asks. You flit the thoughts away and meet his eye, nodding in response before you look at his arm as he offers it to you.

You meet his eye once more before taking it and he leads you to the front door, but not before you grab a coat of your own.

Breathe, you remind yourself.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Easy.

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Walking up to the doors of the restaurant side by side with Bucky, you feel that contentment you only ever feel when he’s around.

The cab ride was nice, the sound of the rain falling outside lulling you unthinkingly into Bucky’s side as you looked out the window, street lights and headlights flashing by - people with umbrellas still walking along the city streets.

You smiled as you felt Bucky’s warmth radiating from him, the slow alternative music flowing through the speakers making everything feel that much more intimate. You’ve spent plenty of time with Bucky, you’ve sat this close to him before, but this still felt different. The date hadn’t even really begun and you could end the night right here and now and still be happy.

Man, was that pathetic?

You started to feel the worry building up inside you again, but then you felt Bucky’s arm come around your shoulders, holding you to him. You instantly relaxed into him, but didn’t turn your head to meet his gaze.

What had you been so concerned about to begin with? It’s not like you were or ever had been forcing yourself or your presence on the man. Bucky asked you on this date. He kissed you first. And even before the party, he always invited you over to his place, and would somehow always manage to convince you to stay just a little bit longer - no matter how long you’d been there. It was clear he liked being around you. All the signs of reciprocated feelings were there. And yet for some reason, you still found it hard to believe.

You felt like you were in a dream.

Bucky guides you up the short steps leading up to the entrance of the establishment, his hand on your back as you take careful steps in your heeled boots on the slippery steps as the rain continues beating down on and all around you. Your left hand is in his metal one as you hold onto it for balance.

Ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you to enter before he gives his name to the host at the front of the restaurant.

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s an honor. Please, follow me this way, your table is all ready,” the young man smiles before he walks you and Bucky to the back, to a closed off area of the restaurant. You look around, a bit confused, but not at all upset at the privacy.

There is a table set for two in the dimmed dining area, a small lit candle on the table along with more flowers. Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest as you take it all in.

Your seat is pulled out for you by Bucky before he helps you out of your coat, and once you’re sat, he effortlessly pushes your seat back closer to the table before he removes his own coat and takes his seat across from you.

Your host shows you the menus briefly and takes your drink orders before he takes his leave, letting you know your waiter will be by soon to get drinks started.

It’s not a five star restaurant, more like a quaint, family owned eatery, but it feels even more intimate here. And with only you and Bucky back here, you really feel like you’re in your own little world. It’s nice.

It’s more than nice, actually.

It’s damn near perfect.

Bucky smiles at you as he notices you looking at him.

You hadn’t even realized you were, but you don’t look away despite being caught.

“I’m impressed, Barnes,” you offer with a small smile. “I was expecting…well,” you huff a laugh, “I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is still somehow exceeding all expectations.”

“Good,” he smiles. “I know you hate fancy food so I thought this place would be perfect. Mom and Pop’s kinda dinner.” His voice doesn’t sound it, but from the way he breaks eye contact as he over explains himself, you know he wasn’t entirely sure about his decision to come here over somewhere else.

“I do hate fancy food,” you nod. “This was a good choice.” You pick up your menu and look it over, giving some thought to what sounds appetizing. “What are you getting?” you ask without looking up. You know Bucky isn’t looking at the menu because you can feel his stare on you.

“Sirloin,” he says without hesitation, “and you?”

“Mmm. I’m thinking burger.”

“Classic,” he supports.

You titter, setting the menu down after deciding on what you’d be ordering.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and after a second you give him a nervous smile.

“So…” you begin.

“So,” he echos.

Before you can start to speak again, you see your waiter coming into the private area, walking toward the table, a tray in hand.

You thank him as he sets down the glasses and a basket of warm bread on your table before Bucky gives him your orders.

When you’re all alone again, you copy Bucky as he takes and butters a roll, using the other half of his butter packet so you don’t have to open another one. You tear your roll apart, eating it in pieces as opposed to Bucky who squishes it down and bites into it like it’s a biscuit, amusing you. It’s fresh, so warm, and so fluffy.

“This is so good,” you rave.

“It’s bread and butter, it’s impossible for it not to be,” he smiles.

You point a manicured finger at him as you chew on your next piece, “You got me there.”

He sets his roll down on the plate as he licks his teeth, eyes trained on you as he does. You try to ignore it as he tilts his head while staring at you. It feels like he’s trying to read your mind.

“So…” he repeats your earlier sentiment, “were you going somewhere with that before?”

You kiss your lips, your eyes flicking up to his. You take a breath, measuring your words.

“Yeah. Uhm,” you think a moment longer. “I’ve just been wondering, how long?”

His brows furrow in an unspoken question but he doesn’t get the chance to ask before you elaborate.

“You said you’ve been wanting to do this for months, I just - I’m curious how long exactly you’ve been waiting.”

He knows his answer, but he also knows you won’t believe him if he tells you. Since the very first month you met, he’s been wanting to do this. But he won’t say that. Not right now, anyway.

“A while,” he settles on. “A very long while.”

He holds your eye as he answers you and you know he means it.

You nod, pursing your lips to keep your smile from completely breaking across your face. “A while…” you muse. “What took you so long?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you away,” he says truthfully.

The look in his eye is so intense and earnest, you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“...You wouldn’t have,” you tell him, your voice quiet, not far off from a whisper.

He can’t help his smirk, “I don’t think that’s true,” he scrutinizes you.

You make a face, a cross between a scowl and fighting a pout. But you know he’s right. God, he has a habit of calling you out every time you need to be.

“Yeah, okay,” you begrudgingly agree while he relishes in your pouty acceptance.

It took all of your heart’s strength to agree to a date tonight, even after all the time you’ve spent with him, how real you know your feelings to be - whether or not you wanted to play them off as silly daydreams or not - all of this and you really almost did run away scared without giving him an answer that night. You know you would’ve said no in a heartbeat had it been when you first started getting to know one another. You’ve never been one to risk it, you wouldn’t have then, either.

But sitting across from Bucky here and now, you’re glad you took the chance.

“I guess it’s true what they say…Timing is everything.”

He nods, “And lucky for us, I’m a very patient man.”

You smile, with a quirked brow, “Lucky indeed.” He laughs, his grin full of nothing but admiration and contentment as he leans closer to you across the table. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing the same, your elbows on the table as you unconsciously wanted to get closer than you already were. Your knees brush, but neither of you move away. In fact, Bucky scoots his chair in closer. Your tongue slips past your lips so quickly you don’t even register it as you wet your lips. You grab your glass, raising it before you and he does the same with his own.

“To my luck?” he asks, lips still curved in his perfect smile.

“And to your patience,” you add, your own soft smile gracing your face as you look into his brilliant blue gaze, hoping he can see the thankfulness you feel for him there.

“To your yes.”

“To the first first date ever that I haven’t wanted to run out on,” you joke.

You lightly clink your glasses, both of you sipping from your drink.

He shrugs as you take another drink from your glass, “Though, the night is young,” he muses.

You sputter on the liquid as you laugh into your glass, earning a similar laugh from Bucky.

You smile through your cough as you look at him again, wiping at the liquid on your chin. His gaze as warm and mirthful as ever.

Yeah, you think. He’s worth the risk.

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factual-fantasy · 5 months ago

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28 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🧜‍♀️

Nope. That's not me. I don't have a tiktok. :/

Remember folks! Like my pinned post says, if you find my artwork anywhere else other than here? Its stolen 100% of the time!

@cat7890

I don't understand what you're asking... <:0

My only opinion is that the eyes are really spooky looking <XDD

@spacewitchgardevoir

Thank you so much!! :DD Unfortunately I haven't thought much of that through yet.. I only have vague ideas so far. Like how the slimes in The Wilds will be hisuian pokemon for example. I plan to work more on the slimes soon! <XDD

@sora-the-air-wubbox (Oh hey! I know of wubboxes! :D )

I have not actually.. are those the roblox guys..? <:0

@an-aspiring-jester

Awe! Thank you!! :DDD I'll have to think of who to pass this to next! :00

AAAA THANK YOU!! :DD I haven't played the slime Rancher 2 demo but I still want to play it when the full game comes out! :))

(PLA inspired comic in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Having my artwork compared to the beautiful works of studio Ghibili is such an honor!! 😭😭💞💞💞

And speaking of a continuation.. I actually finished drawing a short comic last night about Ingo and Emmet's reunion. It was all done and ready to post... but then I changed my mind. The quality of the comic was much lower than the PLA comic I just did. No backgrounds, rushed line art.. uninspired house design.. eh. I just wasn't satisfied.

I still plan to post a reunion comic mind you! I just want to put more heart into it and try drawing it again- <XDD

@blbllblblblll

A tempting offer I must say, but I'm still on break from the Octonauts fandom!.. <XD

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you!! :DDD And my favorite slime is the puddle slime.. 🥺💞 and my fave largo has gotta be the Mosaic x phosphor, but specifically the secret style pack version XDD

Now for Boom Boom and Pom Pom.. that's a good question.. I haven't really thought about them :00 I supposed they can be some higher ranking soldiers of some kind! (Also my Koopa Kingdoms has more primitive technology than in cannon <XD. Although they get quite a boost thanks to magikoopas.👀👀)

Also the super ball flower creates some interesting ideas.. maybe it could be a flower that allows Mario and Luigi to turn things into metal? But why would it be a flower.. hmm.. I think I'll have to do a lot of retconning If I wants to add this flower to my AU <XDD

Also thank you for the ask! Always appreciated :)))

@fizzy-stars

XDD Who knows? Maybe they are!

@wolfie-777

XDD Cant say I'll make a comic series for them, but if I did it would totally be like that! Mostly Dink being high energy and annoying the sleepy Doink XDD

So far my intentions are that they don't have a trainer :00

YOU ARE GIVING ME SOOO MANY ANGST IDEAS 👀👀👀

WAAAAAATHANKOTUUUU!!!! 😭💞💞💞💞

@gamesperger

You'd be surprised how often I get told that <XDD

@anikakitty11

AWWW I LOVE LUCAS!!! 😭😭💞💞💞

@samcat2

Draw something for me?.. weeell.... I do love Dusknoir... 🥺🥺👀👀👀

@yourstrulylightstar283

Not sick again, its the same unknown medical problem I've been dealing with for almost a year now.. 😔😔😔Thank you though, I'm doing my best to stay calm and take it easy <:}}}

Hi Timothy! I am afraid :D

His eyes always make me laugh <XDD

I have not.. though it looks good, maybe I should give it a watch! :00

(Furby Grimace)

Oh he's fine. He's just coming to grips with his own mortality that's all <XD

@red1sg0n3

:DD THANK YOUU!! :)))))

@justanintrovertedweirdo

WAAAHHGGGTHTHANK YOUUU SO MUCHH!!!!! 😭😭💞💞💞💞

And I'm so glad you feel the same way about the whole romantic love thing!! Sure they're great an all.. but I feel like the only kinds of relationships I see I fandoms are romantic ships..

Where are all the brotherhood comics? Characters motivated by a deep love for each other but its platonic and not romantic? I have so much more fun experimenting with those kinds of stories!

@cherrycreamfairy

:DDD Thank you! I'm glad to see Jangles getting some love! 🥰🥰

@kirshimadenkisero

XDD Go for it!

I know this was probably a drawing suggestion, but since they're closed now I'll answer it as a question....😅

My favorite legendary is a tough pick.. I love a lot of them.. 🥺💞💞but man, its hard to beat Xerneas. My favorite shiny is also a hard pick.. Its gonna have to be shiny Giratina. With shiny Rayquaza and shiny primal Kyogre as honorable mentions XDD

I know you didn't say this but I'll put it in there anyways XDD My favorite sub-legendary is Suicune. But my favorite shiny out of the sub-legendaries is actually Chi-Yu.. 👀👀

My favorite mythical Pokémon is Celebi , and my favorite shiny mythical is also Celebi. XDD I love that littol onion,,🥺💞💞💞

#my response #super mario bros #submas #pokemon scarlet and violet #gengar #ingo and emmet

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12u3ie · 2 years ago

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Hi I am NOT normal about pottery shards and I WILL talk about them

AKA: under the cut is me explaining all the pottery shard designs out in Minecraft 1.20 snapshots as of now (March 23, 2023) in alphabetical order, going over their design and their possible meaning in the lore. Pictures of each shard will be above the text of the listed shard. Now, let's get on with it shall we?

Angler. Starting off simple. A fishing rod with a fish at the end. The ancient society knew how to craft fishing rods and catch fish.

Archer. A drawn bow and arrow. They crafted bows and arrows and knew how to use them. Probably related to skeletons somehow. Maybe the skeletons are them? Maybe the skeletons just stole their technology once they were gone? Unsure.

In real life, bow-and-arrow technology was revolutionary in terms of human evolution. Some archeologists even theorize that bows were the tools that began the end for our cousins, Neanderthals. But in Minecraft... who knows?

Arms Up. A humanoid figure with their arms raised. The arms-up pose means something unknown. Perhaps a gesture of friendship, or peace? What we do know is that, for near certain, the ancient peoples were humanoid in nature, close if not near identical to modern players.

Blade. A sword. Very similar to the standard Minecraft sword model, with a slightly different hilt. Maybe a pixel art limitation, maybe not. The ancient peoples knew how to make swords.

Brewer. A bottle of some description. Seems like a mixed design between a glass bottle and a cauldron. Nevertheless, it has its origins in brewing. They knew how to brew potions. Did they have a different system of brewing to the modern day, or did they have access to the Nether for materials? Currently unknown.

Burn. A flame. They knew how to make fire, or at least knew of its existence. But drawing on the last point, perhaps it's not a fire, but a blaze powder instead. The textures are oddly similar to one another.

Danger. A creeper. Seems like these mobs have been around for a while, and have always been a pain in the backside to watch out for. Wonder if they replied to such a call of danger with "aw man."

Explorer. A map with an X, marking a specific spot. They hid treasures in the ground likely in the same way of IRL pirates - marking a spot on a map for later. Sadly, from modern treasure maps found in shipwrecks, it seems they weren't able to get back to all their spoils in time. Also indicates they knew how to make and use maps.

Friend. An iron golem face. The ancient peoples knew that iron golems existed and that they were protective and friendly towards them. Perhaps, building upon other, older theories, they made the iron golems themselves.

Heart. A standard heart shape. Possibly a visualization of love. Or perhaps they had hearts within them as humans do in the real world, and this is what they looked like.

Heartbreak. A heart broken in two down the vertical center. ...Let's go with the first assumption of the previous shard's imagery. A broken heart is often a symbol of a bad feeling over a lost relationship. The ancient society had intricate relationships between its peoples. They loved and fell out of love, in any and possibly every such meaning of the term.

Howl. A wolf. In the words of a dear friend of mine, "They had doggies!" Or, more likely, began the process of domesticating wolves into the tamable breed we know today. At the very least, they knew of the existence of wolves, regardless of whether the ancient people-wolf relations were good or not.

Miner. A pickaxe. The ancient peoples were able to craft tools like pickaxes to mine for resources. The pickaxe here, much like the sword, is slightly different in design to what we know today.

Mourner. A warden. Now this... this is a very interesting one. I have my own theories that would require a bit more explaining than this format will allow for. (Maybe I will express such thoughts at a later date, if readers wish to hear them...) Let your thoughts be known in the tags!

Plenty. An open chest. This proves that the ancient peoples had the ability to craft chests, and the need for extra storage beyond what could be carried (presumably in their inventories, if they had them).

Prize. A gem. This is an indicator that they were able to mine for resources. Now, some sources may indicate this as a diamond. However, the shape is very distinct from that of any diamonds ever in Minecraft. This may be a completely new - or rather, very old - and different gem than anything players have seen before.

Sheaf. A bundle of wheat. They had means of farming and collecting wheat, and perhaps other crops as well. Agriculture is a part of their culture.

Shelter. A tree. They were able to hide from the elements underneath trees, later emulating this with their own buildings.

Skull. A skull. This could either be the skull of a skeleton mob, from which the skull item drops today, or perhaps the skull of the deceased. They knew of skeletons and death in one form or another.

Snort. A sniffer. This proves that sniffers existed at the same time as this ancient civilization, and that these people were in some form of contact with sniffers.

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Remember that anything listed here was important enough to the society of ancient peoples to be immortalized in the art of their pottery. Each one of these has some sort of significance.

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Taglist: @darubyprincxx @nightshadeowl @eagle-warri

#i use the word 'golem' only because of its use in-game #i do not fully agree with the term and prefer construct #figured i should state that loll #twelves rambles #minecraft #mineblr #twelves theories #also another disclaimer: any one of these could be wrong #these are educated guesses here #can use for theories IF CREDITED #emphasis on the CREDITED

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flanderdoodles · 2 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Love me like a sailor

∿ Donna x reader

∿ word count; 1023

∿tw/cw; Implied nsfw

∿ A forbidden love between a village woman and the mysterious Lady Beneviento. Inspired and using lyrics from Sailor song by Gigi Perez

The young villager sneaked through the dark woods leading to her lovers, she always appreciated how Donna gave her the illusion that the dark woods had light, the calming sound of hallucinated birds calming the way. You always knew when you entered her land. Pulling the dark cloak tighter around you, you continued your way, you knew you had to be sneaky when going to her home, Lady Beneviento was very clear about that.

Slowly, you sneaked your way through the land, going up the elevator and made your way to the worn down home. Before you made it to the steps, the lady of the house came running out the front door, strong arms grasping your waist after she almost stumbled down the steps. Her unveiled face nuzzled into your neck as she held you. You took a second to catch your breath and bearings before returning the hug.

It had been two weeks since the two of you last saw each other, two very long weeks. You pulled away enough to slip your fingers under her chin, pulling her into a kiss, her rough, cracked lips felt familiar against yours as you loved like a sailor. The world stopped as you kissed, leaning into her warmth.

The two of you pulled away, catching your breath as you finally got a good look at her. “My pretty lady- I missed you.” You hummed out, reaching out to cup her cheek, and she nuzzled into your hand. “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you again, I tried…”

“I know you did..” Donna croaked out, voice cracking from the lack of use. “Come inside.” She pulled away from you, slipping her hand into yours as she tugged you inside. The old home was as you remembered it, everything still in its usual place, the warm glow from lights and the warmth. You didn’t know if it was a hallucination or not. It felt like home.

Donna pulled you into the living area next to the foyer where two cups of tea sat waiting. You smiled at the sight, moving to sit in front of one of the cups, she always made sure to have tea ready for you. The dollmaker took a seat next to you, keeping a hand resting on your thigh as she sipped her tea. “I missed you.” Donna mumbled as she set her cup down, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. She hated you leaving, as much as she wanted to have you, she knew that couldn’t happen.

You were her sin.

She was yours.

Small talk didn’t last very long, and soon her lips were on yours as she pushed you to her room, her calloused fingers moving under fabric to grip your hips. The world spun as she pushed you into the bed.

Donna indulged in her sin.

Donna indulged in the taste of you.

When she was done, she laid next to you, the soft sound of panting filled the room, followed by your lover tugging you into her arms, her hold strong on you, scared of you leaving again as she snuggled into you.

You embraced the domesticity. Donna deserved it, and you hated that this wasn’t something she could have. You allowed her to have it, because soon you would be walking through the woods again.

It didn’t take long for the dollmaker to fall asleep, you knew she didn’t often sleep without you. You let her enjoy the rest.

You shifted so you could see her, you didn’t know when you would be able to do so again. Your heart yearned for the lovely dollmaker. You wish you could whisk her away from this awful village, give her the life she deserved.

You couldn’t though.

You imagined a better life for the two of you, how amazing life could be for the two of you if things were different. This could have been every night, going to sleep being held by the woman you love, waking up to her next to you. You sighed as you moved to check the time.

Shit.

You should have been almost home already. You didn’t want to move, every part of you was begging to stay in bed with her. To hell with the consequences. But you knew that couldn’t happen, you didn’t want Donna getting hurt. So, you gave the dollmaker a soft kiss on her shoulder and slowly started to move.

The movement caused Donna to tighten her grip, eyes shooting open as she pouted up at you. She knew you had to go. Staying wasn’t much of an option…

She wanted you to stay.

“I know baby, I’m sorry… I should be home by now.” You hummed softly to her, moving to kiss her lips, slipping your hand into hers, memorising the feeling of her lips. The taste of tea still on her lips. You memorised every part of her you could. “I love you Donna… I don’t want to leave you.” You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against hers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can though… I promise.”

Donna’s grip tightened for a few seconds before letting go in a sigh. “Be back soon…” The meek voice barely made itself heard.

“I will, my love.” You promised as you leaned to kiss the top of her head before pushing yourself off the bed and changing back into your clothes. “I promise you I will be back as soon as I can.” You assured her while you finished changing.

Once changed you watched the dollmaker, head down and bun of dark hair threatening to fall, a few loose strands framing her face. You hated seeing her like this, but this was the only way.

“I love you, my Donna.” With no response from the doll maker you slipped out of the room and out the house.

As you slipped out into the night again, the beams of sunlight already poking through the trees, you slipped your wedding ring back onto your finger.

You’ll sleep soon so you can see her again.

You hate to wait so long.

#donna beneviento #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lady beneviento #re8 donna #re village

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lizzieislife94x · 11 months ago

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CEO (w.m)

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WandaxG!P reader

Infinity war era wanda Let's say both are 23 If you have a request message me I'll do my best to bring it to life messagesare always open babes 😘

Wandas POV:

I smirk at myself in nothing but y/ns favourite lingerie set she can't keep her hands to herself when I wear this lacy set I grab my long coat and tie it as I walk out of our shared bedroom and make my way out of the compound just as I reach the front door I'm stopped by natasha "hey wands can you come help me train Steve's busy at the moment" she smiles leaning against the pillar "nat as much as I'd love to I have to head to the office to see y/n it's important" she smirks and raises her eyebrows at me "yeah sure sure" I try but fail to prove my point "ok fine you got me im going to surprise her she's been stressed being one of the youngest CEOs takes its toll and I'm just trying to be a helpful girlfriend" she laughs as she walks away "go get it wanda you both deserve it" with that I giggle and walk to my car driving towards y/ns office.

Y/ns POV:

"Yeah thats perfect set up the meeting" I say as I hang up with a sigh covering my face with my hands "miss L/N Mr Jones is on line 2 waiting to discuss when things will get rolling" I sigh and groan as I press the intercom "thanks Jackie I'll take it now could you get my a coffee from the place I love I know its a bit of a drive but it would be hugely appreciated" I say in dreadful tone as I pick up the phone to discuss business after 15 minutes I hang up and lean my head back when is this day over, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my office door opening "no ones allowed in here without knocking unless it's serious so unless someone is leaving us back out and kn.." my full demeaner changed as I laid eyes on the most beautiful girl in the world and It so happens i get to call her mine "oh my god baby hey!" I say happiness taking over she smiles and walks over to me sitting on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck "hey baby just thought I'd surprise you, you seemed really really stressed on the phone" she whispers into my ear as she sucks on my earlobe causing me to moan as she moves to my neck kissing and sucking I feel my bulge start to grow as wanda smirks "mhhh there's my little buddy coming to life" I bite my lip holding my moan "you're playing a dangerous game princess" she fixes her position to properly straddle me making sure her front is pressed on my bulge "fuck so hard so big baby" she whispers seductively I grip her hips and make her grind as I lean forward to mark her beautiful neck her moans are perfection after I leave alot of hickeys over her neck she climbs off me leaving me hot and bothered I give her a look letting her know not to tease "relax baby I'm just getting a little more comfortable"

I watch as she starts to take her coat off my mouth instantly dropping open my eyes going wide "fuck.." I groan as she drops the coat to the floor leaving her in nothing but my favourite lingerie set ima need to take her shopping later because those ain't getting handled with care, she bends teasingly giving me a perfect view of her ass as she picks her coat up and hangs it over the couch and strolls towards me sexually my eyes black with lust she leans over kissing me passionately as someone knocks loudly on the office door wanda has a smirk on her face that I don't like she quickly climbs under my desk pulling my chair closer to her as her hands tease my thighs and my receptionist comes in coffee in hand.

Wandas POV:

I smirk as I hear Jackie telling y/n about the awful traffic and rude worker I unzip her pants and pull them along with her boxers just enough to let her cock spring to action I take it in my hands slowly stroking her as she gets harder in my hand I try not to giggle as I hear y/ns breath hitch "oh by the way we need to discuss your 4 o'clock she's bringing her lawyer just to make sure contracts are in order" i take this as my opportunity to take her tip in my mouth and tease her slowly taking more of her length into my mouth "mhh uh yeah sounds perfect I don't mind her...bringing her lawyer" I continue to suck her hard cock bopping my head faster as she struggles to keep her cool infront of her poor receptionist "you know Jackie I don't mean to be rude but can you come back in like an hour I have the worst headache and need to lay down" I continue sucking as I gently squeeze and scratch at the exposed thigh she has on show "you poor thing I thought something was off you seem to have a hard time concentrating I'll let you have a nap hope you feel better"

Y/ns POV:

I watch as she leaves and press the intercom "oh and Jackie make sure no one comes near my office please and thank you" once I let go of the intercom I let out a moan and push my chair out so I can look down at wanda sucking my soul out "so fucking naughty arnt you princess " I say gripping her hair as we lock eyes and she nods I feel the coil in my stomach snap and shoot my load down her throat letting out a loud moan "fuck fuck fuck yes" after a few more sucks she comes up with a smirk and I give her a knowing look making her shy away "you know naughty girls get punished" she nods as I stand up and walk to the couch not bothering to fix my dick or pants "come lay over my knee princess ass up nice and high for me" she obeys walking over and fixing herself in my lap raising her ass nice and high "ok now I'm gonna make this pretty little ass red raw you know the safe word right?" She nods and mumbles "red" I smile and rip her panties off earning a shocked gasp from wanda I lean down placing a kiss on each cheek as she giggles "ready princess " I say rubbing her ass gently "I'm ready" as soon as the words leave her mouth I bring my hand down on her left cheek swiftly causing her to hiss and moan I smirk as my hand print starts to make an appearance I quickly do the same to her right cheek as she whimpers beneath me I continue for a few minutes before sitting back admiring her red marked ass I gently rub to ease the pain as I lean down and pepper kisses all over both her cheeks "you done so well princess I'm so proud of you but we arnt done" she fixes herself into straddling position making us both moan as her wet cunt sits right on my hard cock not penetrating just ontop of it "be a good girl and grind don't think about putting it in don't think about cumming Just grind" I instructed she groans and starts to grind "once I think you've been punished enough ill let you cum my sweet sweet girl" I laugh as she whines with a mixed moan "please I want to cum..I want you inside me im sorry for being naughty I need you please don't deny my orgasm" I laugh and move her hair from her face kissing her cheek "I don't think you deserve to cum right now princess" I help her grind as her grinds become sloppy letting me know she's close to cumming "get up and bend over my desk show me that sweet little pussy babygirl" she jumps up excitedly rushing over to the desk as she spreads her legs and arches her ass up giving me a view of her dripping cunt causing me to moan

I get up and smirk at the pool all over my dick and thighs I walk behind her and wrap my arm around her neck applying just the right amount of pleasure as I let my dick rub against her clit "mhh babygirl you've covered my cock in your sweet arousal you've made it nice and easy for me to just slide into that tight cunt of yours do you want that princess I want words" I smirk as she becomes a moaning mess trying to gain her composer "fuck y/n please yes please I need you inside me i need to feel you fill me" I groan as she begs and grab my dick teasing her entrance as we both moan in sync I slowly slide inside her cunt as a scream of pleasure washes over her I wrap my free arm around her waist as I thrust hard bottoming out inside her as I moan at the sensation leaning my head against her back "uh shit baby so fucking tight" she whimpers unsure of trusting her words as I squeeze her throat roughly but gently as I start thrusting harder and faster my thrusts pushing her further into the desk both us moaning not a comprehensive word to be heard I lean my head back moaning as I continue to fuck my sweet innocent girlfriend into my office desk I move my hand from her throat to pull her bra down letting her tits pop out instantly I grab the right one and pinch her nipple as she gasps "please please...can...can I cum" her legs start to shake uncontrollably as I pull out and turn her in one swift motion so we're face to face "fuck' she cries out in frustration causing me to laugh I grab her legs as I line myself up to her cunt as I bottom out again she wraps her arms around my neck her nails digging into my neck as I take her nipple in my mouth I start to thrust

after an hour of relentlessly fucking my girlfriend and denying her orgasms I decide to let her cum her poor cunt must be raw "mhhn fuck baby I'm gonna fill your little cunt so much do you want to cum princess" she whimpers and musters the strength to talk "mhhh please baby I need to cum" she begs as she pants I thrust hard and fast as I Bury my face into her neck her walls tighten around my solid member as she screams tears rolling down her face as the pleasure rushes over her after a few slower thrusts I shoot my cum deep inside of her both of us clinging to eachother sweating breathless messes I hold her in my arms both of us savouring the moment together before I slowly pull out and grab some wipes to clean us both up I take my time with her cos I know she'll be sensitive "you done so well honey I love you" she nods and clings onto me her eyes fighting to stay open I pick her up and lay her on the couch "shh stay here a second baby ill get you a pillow and blanket so you can go for a well needed sleep" I kiss her neck and walk over to the unit in my office and grab a blanket and pillow walking back over tucking wanda in as she nods off to sleep I kiss her head and whisper how much I love her before fixing my desk and sitting down to deal with the meeting due in at any minute I can't help but look over at wanda and smile as she's sleeps peacefully.

AN: here you go hope yall like it all feedback welcome hope everyone has a great day/night if you want any requests please feel free to message me stay hydrated babes 😊 word count is 2.1k

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evaslytherpuff · 11 months ago

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Things That Go Bump In The Night

Dark! Sebastian x Dark!Ominis x f!OC

18+ MINORS, DO NOT READ!!!

!Forced Poly Relationship!

(Characters are all 20+ years of age!)

CW: Angst, Memories of traumatic events, Violent events, NSFW, Dubious consent, Blood Kink!, Kn!fePlay, Oral (F receiving), Hogwarts Legacy Spoilers for Sebastians quest line, Beginning stages of Stockholm Syndrome!

If any of the above warnings may be triggering PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 3

Vivian's eyelids felt extremely heavy as if they were being pulled down by small weights. She blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the area around her and she was greeted by the glow of candlelight. She tried to lift her hand to her face to rub the grogginess away but she could barely move, something was preventing her from lifting her arms. She turned her head to the right and was face to face with Sebastian's sleeping form. His heavy arm was draped over her chest and he was snoring softly. Ominis was on her left, curled up against her like a cat, his leg slung over her thighs. She was lying flat on her back and risked waking them up if she shifted too much. The appearance of their dreaming faces almost seemed innocent but she knew better. They were dangerous despite their beautiful and handsome features. Ominis' long eyelashes rested against his high cheekbones and his breathing was smooth and even. Sebastian's hair was a mess of wavy locks and his mouth hung open a little as he snored lightly.

She sighed and shut her eyes again. How the hell am I going to get out of this one? She glared at the canopy of the huge four poster bed. The curtains were drawn so she couldn't even see the room around them. Her neck was sore, her body felt stiff, and she was angry at herself and frustrated. She couldn't even cry anymore, she had no more tears to shed. She felt like a fool for being so trusting and now she was trapped in this awful situation.

Her two friends were vampires. Actual. Fucking. Vampires. It still didn't feel real to her but the aching wounds on her neck were all the proof she needed. Not to mention how their eyes flooded black, even the sclera. Their fangs were very real and the memory of them piercing her skin made her tremble. She despised how she felt as they fed on her, the sudden arousal, it felt like her body betrayed her.

She was slightly relieved when Ominis rolled over, removing his long leg from her body. Now, she just had to get Sebastian's arm off of her. Her best bet was to attempt to wiggle down the bed instead of trying to lift his arm up. If she slid underneath it, she could make her escape from the bottom of the bed. She maneuvered until his arm was over her neck. She held back on making any choking sounds even though the weight of his arm smothered her. She tilted her head back and shimmied under his limb until she was finally able to free herself of their sleeping bodies. She swiftly crawled off the rest of the bed as Sebastian groaned and pulled Ominis into his arms.

She gathered in her surroundings and assessed the condition of her body. The room was huge with gothic furniture and stunning Victorian architecture. The walls were a pale contrast to the dark furniture. There were no windows on any of the walls, making the area feel excessively warm. It was a perfect rendering of Ominis and Sebastian, the light and the dark joining together. The space was adorned with black and green accent pieces and there was a large fireplace along the back wall. She had to admit, the bedroom was lovely but she wasn't going to waste time drinking in its grandeur.

Besides the dull ache in her neck, the rest of her body felt perfectly fine, she was just extremely thirsty. She looked down at herself and gasped. They had changed her clothing, the nerve of these men, she wanted to strangle them. Even worse they dressed her in one of her designs, a long ankle length robe that tied around her waist that was a pretty lavender color, but it left little to the imagination. It was the type of gown that a proper woman would save for her wedding night. Vivian couldn't let her anger get the best of her right now, her main focus was just to get the hell out of there.

She noticed the bedroom door off to the right of her and she quickly crossed to it making sure she was as quiet as possible. Thankfully the door wasn't loud or creaky when she opened it and she wouldn't dare to close it behind her out of fear of waking them up. She entered a corridor that was just decorated with paintings and lit up by candelabras. This area had no windows as well. She became frantic as each room she came across was beautifully decorated but, once again, had no windows. It didn't even seem like there was a way out of this labyrinth. When she finally found the huge double doors that appeared to be the entrance, she pushed at them with all her might, but they didn't budge. They were locked from the outside?

"What the fuck? There has to be another way in and out of this place." She mumbled to herself.

After running around for what seemed like hours she found her way into a spacious kitchen. She flew to the icebox and flung it open grabbing a pitcher of apple juice, bringing it to her lips to chug from it. The drink was refreshing and she sighed in relief as she was able to quench her thirst. She set the pitcher down on a nearby counter and noticed an array of pots, dishes, knives, and utensils throughout the kitchen but none of them seemed used. With their new diet of blood, this room likely hasn't been used for awhile. She moved closer to the knives hung along the wall above the stove. She had to protect and defend herself somehow. She was cursing herself for not being skilled in wandless magic. Why didn't she practice it more, become more proficient with it? Then the memory came flooding back to her of the time she almost blew herself up when casting confringo without her wand and was in the hospital wing for a week, drinking Skele-gro was absolutely disgusting, but Sebastian and Ominis stuck by her side the whole time it took her to heal.

"Morning." A deep rumbling voice rang out behind her and she spun around to face them. Speak of the devil. It was Sebastian and he was leaning his towering frame against the entryway of the kitchen. His smoldering gaze examined her from head to toe, a wicked smirk was plastered on his face. He pushed off of the door and started to cross to her but she reached behind her to grab a butcher knife. She held it in both of her hands pointing it in his direction.

"Don't come any closer, Sebastian!" She tried her best to sound intimidating but failed miserably. Her voice didn't sound like her own, it felt weak and terrified, her hands were trembling and her mind wondered what he would do. He didn't stop, he just kept inching closer to her with his hands raised. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of low hung pajama pants. In the light of the kitchen and without his clothes on she was able to take in how hulking he really was. What the hell did this vampire gene do to them? She thought. Sebastian had always been a bit built but now he was just pure muscle. His torso and arms were still speckled with the freckles she had grown used to. His broad chest sported a patch of brown hair. She stared at the trail that started just under his navel and descended down below his pants. She swallowed hard, Sebastian was glorious but looked like he could throttle her if he wanted to. She shook her head hard. No, she couldn't let herself get distracted by his handsomely devastating looks. She was only watching and observing him to gauge what he would do next.

"I will stab you. Just stay where you are! I fucking mean it!" She shouted but it fell on deaf ears as he just moved closer. He was backing her into a corner. She had nowhere to go and if she made a run for it he would just catch her.

"You have every right to be furious with us. I'm not going to hurt you, Vivian." He said calmly with his arms still outstretched.

"Hurt me? You already have! You both stalked me, played mind games with me, broke my fucking wand, you threatened my family, kidnapped me! I don't even recognize you anymore. You're not the Sebastian I knew, after everything that we have been through, he wouldn't want to harm me." She whimpered.

"I'm still me, Vi. I'm the same man, just because the turning changed what I am, it doesn't change who I am. Just put the knife down so we can talk, I just want to talk." He was in front of her now, reaching for the weapon in her hands and she lashed out. With as much force as she could muster, she plunged the blade into his stomach. He winced and growled through gritted teeth looking down at the handle sticking out of his torso. He scowled at her, breathing heavily as he yanked the blade out of his body.

"That wasn't nice, Vivian!" He said with a hiss. In an instant he was on her, pressing her into the kitchen counter. He gripped the back of her head forcing her to look up at him. In his other hand he held the butcher knife just inches from her face.

"Always choosing the hard way. I just wanted to talk but now, I want something else entirely. Lick it!" He glared at her, pure ferocity in his eyes.

"I beg your pardon!" She struggled against him but he held her firmly in place.

"Lick. The fucking. Knife." He said gravely.

"No! Are you insane?!" She tried to shake her head but he gripped her hair even tighter.

"You stabbed me. Now I need to punish you. Lick it or I'll fucking make you!" He snapped while holding the knife in front of her mouth. She hesitated but slowly stuck out her tongue. He took his time, delicately dragging the blade along her open mouth, making sure he didn't cut her. The taste of his blood was metallic and salty and she shut her eyes as he flipped the knife, making her lick the other side. He wedged his hips between her legs and grinned before tossing the knife across the room.

"Bloody hell that was so erotic!" He smiled and pressed his lips to hers in a shocking kiss. He wrapped his arms tightly around her body making sure she couldn't go anywhere. She felt the tip of his tongue lap at her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth and allow him to deepen the kiss. He moaned against her and lifted her up to sit on the counter. He pulled away only for a few seconds to stare into her eyes, his expression was pleading and for a moment, he looked like the man she knew. The man she shared so many wicked fantasies with well over a year ago. He set back in to kissing her, one hand reaching up to cup her face, the other grasping the back of her head with a handful of hair to pull her closer to him.

"Be angry, I understand you're upset, take it out on me. Bite me, smack me, pull my hair. I don't care, as long as you're close to me." He said breathlessly between her lips. Fine. She would take him up on his offer. She ran her fingers through his hair grabbing fistfuls of the brown waves. He groaned into her mouth as their tongues collided. He squeezed her even tighter as she bit his bottom lip drawing blood. She moved one hand to his back digging her nails into him, dragging them down his body, wanting to claw at him. She hoped it was painful, if they could hurt her, she would do the same. He chuckled and smiled up at the ceiling as she yanked his head back. She bit his neck as hard as she could, making him gasp and clutch her hips.

"Fuck, Viv!" He hissed in a breath as she bit him again. She was getting caught up in whatever this was but she didn't care at the moment. She was going to use him just like he told her to. She released his hair and he buried his face into her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin. She couldn't help but moan from his actions. He pushed on her shoulders a bit making her lean back, holding herself up with her arms, her chest was right in front of his piercing gaze. He licked his lips as he undid the tie to her robe making it fall open exposing her breasts. He scrubbed a hand over his mouth and gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Your body is fucking perfect, Vivian." He said and he stepped back to drink in her flushed frame. He was clenching and unclenching his fists as his eyes roamed over her figure. They grew wide when they fell on her sex.

"You- you shave down there?" He asked in surprise. She nodded, not sure of what to say.

"I have- I have never seen that before." He said between ragged breaths.

"I learned about it through reading a book on Egyptian women." She suddenly felt overexposed and crossed her legs. He moved closer to her with a huff, forcing her to open them for him again.

"You are the most tantalizing woman I have ever laid my eyes on." He said as his lips met her collarbone and she sighed. She watched as he left a trail of kisses down her chest stopping just between her breasts. His dark eyes focused on the flesh of her cleavage and she stiffened. The hunger in his leer sent shivers up her spine. She knew his intent and it made her tremble with anticipation.

"I always loved how you had this glorious figure. So different from the usual girls at school. You have curves, larger breasts, flaring hips. Your body was made to please, Vivian. Give into temptation and please me." He whispered against her chest. His hand's landed on her hips again and he sighed against her body. When he looked up at her, his eyes were fully black and he slightly opened his mouth to bare his fangs. He reared his head back to sink them into the tissue of her bust and she instinctively cupped his head to her breast.

"Sebastian!" She cried out as she relished in the rapid burst of ecstasy that surged through her body. She felt her core clench and groaned loudly at the empty feeling. She desperately needed him and wanted him to be buried deep inside her. She could feel how soaked she was as her juices flowed down beneath her, pooling under her on the counter. He released his bite and watched as blood trickled from her breast down her stomach and dripped between her legs. His eyes were locked on her sex and he licked his lips, his chest was heaving with every breath. He lowered himself until he was kneeling on the floor, his head positioned between her thighs.

He ran his fingers up and down her legs, slowly and sensually, starting at her ankles and stopping near her entrance. He maneuvered her so her legs were now wrapped around his shoulders then began to plant gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs. Sebastian started to nibble and suck on her delicate skin, leaving small bruises in his wake. She gasped as his lips brushed between her quivering limbs. Was he going to?

Without stalling he settled between her legs, licking her folds frantically, his tongue lapping at her hungrily. He groaned against her, sending glorious vibrations through her core. Her head fell back as she ground her hips against his mouth, desperate for more friction. Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing as his tongue danced along her sensitive nub. She began to babble incoherently, moaning his name in between curses. He kept this up, picking up his pace and shaking his head back and forth, sending her into overdrive. He sucked at her clit and she cried out as he inserted one finger inside her. With his other hand, he reached up to knead the breast he just bit, causing more blood to run down to her heat. He growled and sucked with more ferocity like a man facing starvation. He inserted another finger and began to thrust them inside her.

She gripped his head and wrapped her legs even tighter around him. She was so close, throwing her head back, moaning wildly. There was something inside her though, fighting against the pleasure he was giving her. Her mind, heart, and body were at war with each other and she felt like she had no control over herself. No. She needed to stop this. She had to push through this sexual haze he had her under. She could not give in to him, she couldn't give him what he desperately wanted, she had to fight to take control of her life. This was all too much too soon and it needed to stop.

She was swiftly brought back down to earth, truly grasping what was happening in that very moment. She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued devouring between her legs. She gripped handfuls of his locks and placed her feet on his shoulders, shoving him away from her, sprawling him out on the floor. He looked at her with disbelief, completely baffled by her actions.

"No!" She shrieked as she wrapped the robe back around her body, tying it tightly in place. She climbed off the counter and moved as far away from him as possible. He stood up, his mouth covered in her blood and slick, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it pained him.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, making her flinch. "Fine! Have it your way. But know this, I will have you,” He said through gritted teeth, “Mark my words I will get what I want and when I do I assure you, you will be begging for fucking more, Vivian." He grabbed a towel off of a nearby rack and cleaned his face. He slammed both of his palms down on the island counter that was separating them as he was trying to calm down.

"Why?" She asked with a scratchy voice. She was trying to control her breathing and come down from the high he tried to create. The worst part was, he was probably right, and she hated that.

"Why? Why? Because I fucking love you, Vivian. What part of that are you not understanding?" He said as he jabbed two fingers into his chest over his heart. "I love you so damn much that it pains me. I've always loved you, ever since our seventh year at Hogwarts, I never stopped and I don't think I ever will." He sat down on a bench positioned in the corner of the kitchen and placed his head in his hands.

"What about Ember?" Vivian asked, feeling just a tinge of jealousy over the girl but she pushed it away.

Sebastian scoffed. "What about her?" He asked with a shrug.

"Don't you love her? You shared so much with her." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest, thankful that her wound stopped bleeding.

He let out a sarcastic laugh and shook his head. "No, I didn't. What Ember and I had was not love...it was infatuation," He ran his fingers through his hair. "My fifth year at school was an absolute nightmare. I latched onto Ember because she was the only one willing to help me find a cure for my sister. In the long run it just felt like we were using each other. I needed her aid and she used me to learn the dark arts. We were both fools and it became a vicious cycle of manipulation. If we weren't helping each other or just sleeping around together then we were arguing. We only got along when we were up to something or taking down evil goblins and wizards. I hated what I became, I despise myself for going as far as I did. I ruined everything, Vivian. Ember agreed with almost every path I took, she never tried to stop me, everything changed after I…" He paused and sighed heavily. "It changed after I killed my uncle. Once I taught her the Killing Curse, she looked at me differently, kept her distance from me. When I would try to touch her or spend time with her, she would pull away and come up with excuses to avoid me. I get it though, I turned into a monster. I became this horrible young man whose ambition got the best of him. I lost sight of what was really important. I almost lost everything that year but I didn't expect to lose her as well. My best friend, my family, they were all gone. When she decided to leave halfway through our sixth year, I knew where I stood with her, she even left Ominis and he was her friend too. She claimed she couldn't be around me anymore. That it was too much for her." He sighed leaning back and resting his head against the wall.

"Tell me something, if what I did was so horrible in her eyes, why didn't she turn me in? It wasn't too much for her, I knew that was a lie, she was just done with me and had no use for me anymore. She said that I would never change so it made me even more determined to prove everyone wrong. I gave up dark magic, never cast an unforgivable curse again, and became a better man. I fucking made sure of it. I was so thankful when Ominis gave me another chance, I've never seen someone so proud of me before. Not even my sister. It filled me with so much joy to see him happy, to be able to rebuild our relationship. I wouldn't break his trust again. Then we met you." He smiled to himself.

"I wasn't sure I would make any friends when I transferred in. Everyone had already formed close bonds with their groups, I just kind of felt like an outsider. Then I got paired up with Ominis for potions." She gave a slight smile as the memory crossed her mind.

"He was so thankful that he met you. Then he introduced you to me and things just happened from there. It honestly felt like you completed our friendship. You were sweet yet didn't hesitate to put me in my place. You cared for Ominis when his own family didn't. The guys at school would practically drool over you, me included," He blushed. "Besides me, you were the first person to try and help Ominis in his classes, we were so in awe of you. A slytherin girl with a heart of gold. I couldn't help but fall for you, Ominis as well. Then that one night in The Room of Requirement happened and it changed our lives forever. The three of us got drunk, things just spiraled, and then we slept together." He bit his bottom lip.

"That still doesn't explain why you both chose me. When we started to sleep with one another, we all said that it would just be for fun and to work through sexual frustrations, no one was supposed to develop feelings." She said as she stared down at her feet.

"With everything that happened, do you really think I wouldn't fall for you? I couldn't help it. You just...you turned my world upside down and I thought you were the most amazing girl I had ever met. I knew that I loved you the night I broke down to you and told you all my secrets and what happened in my fifth year. The look you gave me just made me fall even harder for you. You stared at me with so much sympathy in your eyes. You didn't look at me like I was a monster, you held me in your arms and I knew...I couldn't let you go. That night, it wasn't just sex to me, it was everything. We formed a bond that night and you can't say we didn't." His gaze was piercing through her.

"Why didn't you say anything, Sebastian?" She said softly, feeling an ache in her chest.

"Because of Ominis, he loves you just as much as I do. I also didn't know how you felt and I just kept thinking how we weren't supposed to develop feelings for one another. I thought that if I said anything, it could destroy it all. So I loved you in silence, only talking about it with Ominis, he kept my secret because his was the same. We stepped back once things became too intense because we didn't want to make you choose between us. It broke our hearts but we knew it's what we had to do. We found comfort and devotion between each other but it still felt like something was missing." He blushed.

"When we were turned, Ominis and I gained clarity, we love you so much. You were the part of us that was missing, the piece of the puzzle we needed so we could be whole again. Why should we make you choose? Why can't you have both of us and in turn we have the woman we absolutely adore? I'm sorry about how we just took you, bringing you here, but we can not live without you, Vivian. We just can't. I'm also apologizing for never asking you how you felt. I was afraid of your answer but I'm not anymore. Do you love us?" He asked with complete sincerity in his dark eyes.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and hugged her body even tighter. She couldn't lie to him. If she did, she would just be lying to herself as well.

"I—I do love you. I love Ominis as well. I fell in love with both of you but didn't want to ruin our friendship. I couldn't choose between you two. We all should have said something, maybe this whole mess could have been avoided." She sighed as he stood up and slowly walked over to her. He was hesitant but reached up, tilting her chin, making her look him in the eyes.

"I'm so sorry for how I behaved earlier, for everything we did to you. I hope that you can forgive me. That you can forgive us eventually. We love you beyond words, Vivian." He kissed her forehead and pulled her in to embrace her.

He began to pet her hair, smoothing it out for her as he hugged her. "I'll make breakfast for you. Maybe you should try and see if you can wake Ominis. The three of us need to talk, we can work through this." He said as he placed kisses on the top of her head. "Let me clean you up," He grabbed another rag from a drawer next to them and dabbed it against her bite wound then he ran it under water and asked permission with his eyes to clean down her stomach and between her legs.

She nodded but said nothing as he untied her robe and wiped her clean. She fixed the negligee and sighed. He was so gentle and caring with her just now. One moment he was all aggressive passion, the next he was sweet and tender. Her entire being was in turmoil as he stepped away from her and she made her way to the kitchen door. Hopefully she could find her way back to the bedroom. She gave him one final look and he smiled softly at her before she left the room.

Yes. Her mind, heart, and body were definitely battling each other and what terrified her the most was that she might actually fall for these two men all over again. Her mind was trying to convince her how wrong this was, her heart wanted to love them both and just be happy with them, her body wept at the thought of them making love to her like they used to. A part of her wanted nothing more than to leave this place, another desperately wanting her to stay. All she could think about as she made her way back to the bedroom was, should they all just give in to what they wanted, starting a new life with one another?

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🩸Chapter 4🩸

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #vampire ominis gaunt #vampire sebastian sallow #dark ominis gaunt #dark sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy oc #vivian beausoleil #vivian beausoleil oc #slytherin #vampires #hp fandom

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wwereaderinserts · 4 months ago

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hi i love your work so so much! i was hoping to request a fic for dean x reader, where after a much-needed breakup, the two reunite perhaps a year later after spotting eachother across the venue of a ppv. they have a heart to heart and admit how much they miss one another and they get back together?? big emphasis on the eye contact where dean can’t look away from reader and she get shy and he follows her out the arena etc etc. thank u!!!!!

Thank you so much, hope you enjoy!!

Title: Miss You Much Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader Word Count: 1,093

At first, you’re sure your eyes are deceiving you from where you stand backstage, but after a double, maybe even a triple take, it’s evident that who and what you’re seeing is very real. Dean, your ex, stands just opposite you in the backstage corridor where you’re also waiting for your friend to return from the bathroom, and you already feel the butterflies beginning to flutter their wings in your stomach while a flush begins to creep its way up your neck.

It’s been a whole year since Dean ended things with you, and while time has truly been the best healer for you, it’s as though a wave of feelings you thought you’d repressed and buried come flooding right back to you when his eyes eventually meet yours from across the way backstage.

You can pinpoint the exact moment that the shock and awe sets in for Dean just as much as it had for you in the first place. He stands frozen in place at first while he allows reality the chance to sink in, and even though he’s inwardly screaming at himself to tear his eyes away from you, he can’t.

Hesitantly, Dean gives you a small wave before he begins to stride his way across to you like you’re magnetic to him, and he’s still clad in his gear from his match earlier tonight. Panic hits you like a freight train, and you know you have nowhere to go, so instead you brace yourself for an interaction you couldn’t have predicted would be happening right now.

“Hey,” he leads, sounding somewhat awkward and out of his comfort zone, “I, uh…I thought it was you, but I figured I’d come take a closer look just in case my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

The cheeky, subtle grin on his face earns a brief huff of a chuckle from you, and your eyes lock with his once more for a few seconds until you avert them again.

“Funny, I really did think mine were doing just that when I saw you,” your voice trembles slightly, but you recover quickly by clearing your throat and swallowing your nerves down, “Though I don’t really know why I’m so surprised. You were on the card for tonight, so…”

You trail off with a shrug, still unable to bring yourself to truly look at him again. You keep your arms crossed, hugging yourself for comfort while you fight to stop yourself from being overwhelmed by an onslaught of emotions in the moment.

“I…I should find my friend, anyway. Nice seeing you.”

You feed him a weak excuse of a get out of jail card, succumb to the feeling, not even giving Dean a second to reply before you turn in the opposite direction, desperate to leave. You hastily pace the corridor in search of the exit, and as soon as you find it, you practically burst through the doors and deeply inhale the fresh air before you sit down on a nearby curb.

You continue to take deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm yourself down, remaining under the illusion that you’re completely alone now. Unbeknownst to you, Dean lingers near the door but keeps his distance, not wanting to startle you at first, instead waiting until you look up and catch sight of him.

“Look, I…I get it, I’m probably the last person you wanna see or speak to. But can you hear me out?”

Dean asks, and he doesn’t take a step closer until you agree to hear him out, albeit tentatively. You rest your elbows against your thighs where you sit, rubbing your hands over your face while Dean joins you in sitting on the curb.

“You should’ve just let me go. I didn’t know you were gonna follow me out here.”

“Yeah, well even I didn’t know I was gonna follow you, (Y/N). My feet kinda just carried me before I even knew what I was doing.”

He replies, and he falls silent for a moment while he mulls over his words.

“...I wanted to text you. Call you and tell you all this instead. I just never could bring myself to do it. And now that you’re here, I need you to listen to me.” he sighs before he continues, “I know I hurt you, (Y/N). And I’ve been kicking myself for it for the longest time. I hate that I did that to you, but I thought calling things off was the right thing to do at the time. But the more I thought about it, I…”

Dean pauses, if only to lock eyes with you, no sign of even wanting to look away from you. His expression turns soft, solemn, and you can see the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks and hear the integrity in his every word. You feel yourself melt under his gaze, his words stoking a fire in you as you long for him to say exactly what you’ve been wanting him to say.

“I’m not over you. I miss you. Ending things with you was one of the worst decisions I could’ve made. And I know I probably don’t deserve it, but if you’d have me, I’d really want to give things another shot with you. I don’t want to be without you.”

Your jaw hangs slack while his words sink in, and the butterflies that were initially in your stomach upon seeing him are now running rampant upon hearing the exact words you’ve been holding out on for the past year.

“You hurt me, Dean. Really hurt me.” you begin bluntly, any initial shyness now subsiding, “But…what we had was special. And you can probably already guess, but I’m not over you, either. And I miss you, too. And part of me has always been hoping this would happen at some point down the line.”

A flicker of a smile plays on your lips, and once Dean catches a glimpse of it, he begins to mirror you.

“Then what are we doing? I’m not saying we jump in head first or anything like that and pick up exactly where we left off, but why don’t we take it slow, give this another shot?”

Dean asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes while he waits on your make or break answer.

“You have some serious making up to do for everything, but…yeah, Dean.” you agree with him, a soft smile on your lips, “We’ll take it slow, try again. I don’t want to be without you, either.”

#dean ambrose x reader #wwe fic #wwe oneshot #wwe imagine #deanxreader

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sucker4sixx · 6 months ago

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Crazy

Nikki sixx X curvy stripper

Plot: nikki falls hard for the unexpected

Warnings: body shaming (not much) , nsfw

The hot clammy air of the strip club sticks to your skin like a bad smell as you make your way to the pole.

You were one of the special acts, bigger than the other girls.. men really seemed to love it. You stare straight ahead as you slowly slide your body down the pole, your eyes meeting with a tall manly rockstar, his hair spiked and his eyes wild as he watches you like a child seeing a toy he cant have.

Throughout your slow and sensual dance he continues to stare like hes in a trance, his friends teasing him for liking the bigger girl as you spin around the pole. You didnt know his name but his friends kept saying “sixx” sixx? You wondered what it meant as you continued your performance, stuffing the notes into your bra.

Once you were finished you walk off stage, fixing your makeup and hair to look presentable for the main area to give men private dances. You step out and strut around, sixx standing in front of you “hey big boy, $50 for a special dance” you repeat like a robot, his cheeks going alittle red “you were really great up there ma’am” he smirks alittle, even though he was undeniably nervous around you. “Awe, thankyou honey, ive never seen anyone so mesmerised in my time here” you start walking and he follows. “Ive never seen a bigger lady, i didnt expect to like it” he admits, you glance back, he looked a similar age but he acted so innocent in his haze of curiosity.

“The bigger the better, right?” You smirk, offering another man a dance, he shoves you away, not liking the whole big girl thing “hey keep your fucking hands to yourself mother fucker!” Nikki shouts, catching the people around off gaurd.

Eventually nikki leaves. The next night while your preforming you catch his eyes as he stares in awe just like the night before, when you blow him a kiss he goes all red faced, clearing his throat. Just like the night before once you enter the disgusting main area sixx ran up to you “hey sweetheart” you smile, enjoying the company “hey big mama” he smiles, looking alittle more comfortable “big mama?!” You laugh, tonight you had to collect dirty glasses and tips, no dances.

“I thought youd like it, i never caught your name” he leans against the sticky bar as he watches you pass the glasses to the woman behind the bar “well.. guess” he smiles “layla?” “Nope” “tiffany?” “Nope” “beth??” You laugh “nope! Its penny, and your sixx?” You shake his hand, nikki looking confused as to how you know “y-yeah.. nikki sixx, how did you know?” “Your friends arent the quietest, so.. nikki, why are you here alone?” He looks alittle embarrassed “well.. i wanted to see you” “well.. sorry sixx, im not doing dances tonight” he shakes his head “no.. i just wanted to chat” “your crazy”

Two weeks pass and nikki never makes a pass at you untill one night, hes definitely on something and passes you a $50 “one private dance from my big mama please” he grins and you lead him back to the booths

“i was wondering when youd cave” you sit him down, stripping down to your underwear, hes never seen a curvy body up close but something about your belly was so gorgeous, his hand softly graze the skin “i was just scared..” he whispers, your fingers running through his hair “how much money to get you nude?” He whispers, keeping his tone low and growly “another $50 but.. make it $25” he smiles as he hears your hushed hussle, passing you the $25.

You slowly take your bra and panties off, sitting onto his lap to start grinding “jesus..” nikki whispers, his fingers tightening around your squishy waist, because of wearing no boxers under his thin latex pants he can feel your bare pussy more than he expected, his fingers flexing alittle “god.. and how about actually fucking you.. how much?” You giggle and grind alittle harder “not on the menu” causing him to whimper alittle.

The dance gets alittle heated and you knew he would cum before it was over, gripping the shitty chair tightly and grunting as you rubbed your ass against his straining erection “j-jesus.. fuck.. why am i so god damn weak” he growls out, shaking “are you gonna cum in your pants baby boy?” You giggle, nikki was definitely attractive and saying you didnt catch a wee workplace crush on him was a lie “fuck.. m-maybe.. I think i am.. yeah” you circle your hips, he fights against everything in his power not to grab me as he cums in his tight latex pants “shit.. oh shit” he pants, laying his head against your back.

You walk nikki out the door and the next night you wait for him but he didnt show up, or the next night and the three nights after that. You itch to see his gorgeous green eyes and his stupid sexy smile.

After a week of not seeing him you leave the strip club to go home, on your walk down the strip you see a familiar fluff ball sitting on the curb, head hung and a bottle of jack in his hand, you sit beside him. “Hey baby boy” he gasps back to life, smiling drunkly at you “big mama” he slurs, his eyes rolling back “shh, cmon, let me take you home” you help him up “where abouts do you stay?” You look up at him and he scratches his head “no where.. just, take me to a bus stop” he slurs heavily, picking up his bag. You decide to just take him back to yours and when you get to your front door he stumbles alittle “where are we?” He hiccups “my place, your not sleeping on the streets”

You get him cosy on the couch but quickly hes slipping into your bed “hey, is everything okay?” He nods “just.. lonley” “nikki, we arent going to fuck-“ “no.. not like that, i just wanted to.. feel someone near” he slurs, turning round to face you, his eyes heavy with sleep and alcohol. “Why did you stop coming round?” He chuckles “after jizzing in my pants? Thats embarrassing.. no way id let you see me again” you stroke his hair softly “i missed you..” his large hands wrap around your curvy figure.

“You drive me crazy”

#Spotify #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #80s #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fanfiction

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kaixserzz · 1 year ago

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I LITERLALY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT DOTTORE AKEDMIYA DOTTOR ZANDIK ❤💞💞💞

I'm just imagining akadmiya dottore and us being all romantic whilst on an expedition with other scholars. Like, dottore isn't being verbal with love confessions and acts that'd reek of adoration for you, but he'd most DEFINITELY be acting some type of way when ppl try communicating with you. Dude, he would be so BLATANT of his favoritism for you on this expedition, he's sharing his notes only with you, he's taking you out to see cool places in the mountains of sumeru, he'd go into that giant ruin guard and act all romantic with you (all while explaining the technology of the ruin guard and trying to operate its cabin like the nerd he is🥰)

The scholars who are travelling with you two are just confused on why dottore is so mean with them but so soft with you. Obviously, he's gonna try to make it seem like he holds some sort of grudge against you too, but it's so clear how much he likes you.

Dottore could have the nastiest scowl on his face, silently challenging his fellow classmates to an argument or a fight, but the minute you call for him to ask a question or something he's suddenly walking away with a now neutral expression on his face. HED JUST SPEAK TO YOU WITH THE SOFTEST VOICE WHIKE THE OTHER SCHOLARS ARE LIKE "bro wtf is going kn😭"

I KNOOOW RIGHT??? akademiya zandik is SUCH a cutie 😭😭

he's SO bad at showing he loves you, you just have to learn how he express himself you know?

AND EVERYTHING YOU SAID ANON IS SO TRUE IM LIKE GIGGLING AT THE IMAGE INSIDE MY HEAD... he really REALLY tries to be subtle, and he thinks he's slick but nah. almost EVERYONE knows what's up but they don't understand why YOU. you're not one of the top students, but you're nice and usually sociable. more sociable than your roommate, at least.

i like to think when he's called out about his behavior toward you, he'd immediately be like "wtf are you talking about" and ignores you for like, 10 minutes max before he's back sticking at your side and dragging you where ever he wants to go.

ADBSADSA AND WHEN HE NERDS OUT!! other scholars are trying to listen in to what he says so they can learn something, but one glare from him, and they just walk away in defeat. he wants to share his knowledge to YOU and YOU only!! others don't deserve it, they don't even treat him like he's human!

and he's so cute when he nerds out too 😭😭 his eyes are always twinkling when he starts ranting to you, and he gets so giddy and proud of himself whenever you look at him in awe as he maneuvers the ruin guard. if you look close enough, his neck and the tips of his eyes are completely red all the time when you listen to him so intently!!

i can just imagine if one of the scholars were talking down at you, he'd immediately jump in and obliterate whatever ego/pride they had. he'd point out how THEY'RE ultimately the very wrong one and how your theory is more accurate with the amount of proof you have.

zandik is so bad at hiding his affections for you DSAHDSAHDA he can't help it :( but at least others would know you're off limits !!

#˚₊໒💉꒱kai talks₊˚#╰┈➤ il dottore #UGGGGGHGGHH AKADEMIYA ZANDIK IS SOOOO CUTE #tysm for the brainrot anon i LOVEEE thissobs #dottore x reader

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2024-grimoire-challenge · 8 months ago

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April Week 2 - Planetary Magic

This week will be another week with a lot of research and a lot prompts! It will be a long haul as we continue to tear through the cosmic witchcraft part of the challenge!

For each of these planetary prompts we will be looking up scientific information about the planets, physical properties, relative distances from earth, how many moons, and general makeup of the planets, as well as myths and legends about the planets.

Monday - Mercury, Venus

Research/ New Pages - Make a new page for each planet. Start by looking up the scientific information about each planet. What is the planet's physical and chemical makeup, physical properties, colors, orbit and rotation times, how many moons they have, their size and distance from earth and the sun. Then look at each planet in a metaphysical sense, are they related to any myths or deities? What magic if any is related to this planet? What does this planet represent in your practice and beliefs? What are the positive and negative aspects of this planet? What does this planet represent in the natal chart?

Research/ New Page - Herbal research - Pick another herb off of your list and make a new page looking at all of its aspects. Magical, mundane and medicinal.

Tuesday - Earth, Mars

Research/ New Page - Gemstone/ other research - Whatever else it is you've chosen to study for this prompt, do it! Research a gemstone and all of its properties, magical, medicinal and mundane, or a type of magic or tarot card or rune, whatever it is! Research everything you can about it!

Wednesday - Jupiter, Saturn

Practical/ New Page - If you haven't done so already, look up and record your natal chart and all of your planetary placements and what they mean in your life, and if you agree with them or not! It can be a fun exercise in introspection to look up and look into your natal chart!

Thursday -Uranus, Neptune, Pluto

Friday - Wrap Up

Practical- there are a plethora of apps and websites to help you locate the planets in the night sky. Find one and spend a little time outside locating and thinking about each planet and what it means to you.

That was an awful lot this week, I know but we made it!

I hope you're all continuing to enjoy the challenge and looking forward to more prompts and more learning about ourselves and our practices!

-Mod Hazel

#2024 grimoire challenge #grimoire #grimoire challenge #paganism #witchcraft #witchblr #2024 gc #book of shadows #dark academia #occultism #witchy challenge #witchcraft challenge #grimoire challenge stuff #grimoire info #grimoire inspiration

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sayakxmi · 1 year ago

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It's fine, dude, we all start with rambling, then eventually get somewhere later on XD

i think the treatment jake english got at the end of homestuck and beyond was really unjust and awful

like sure maybe he was a bit of a selfish ass but i dont think it was really his fault? i think he’s just like. autistic

like yeah he was neglecting his friendship with jane and only going on and on about his issues with dirk but like. jane never tried to talk to him about it until she snapped. like she encouraged him to get with dirk in the first place and he had no way of knowing that she didnt actually feel that way and she went along with every single one of jake’s one-sided conversations

maybe im just projecting but honestly to me it just seems like he’s not great with social cues and jane shouldve communicated better. i know they’re teenagers but likw. goddamn

#you just activated my trap card cuz i think abt jake & alpha kids all the time #i was READY #other than that i bave only general idea of whats going on in dub-canon stuff & frankly its enough to make me not interested in reading #so i have only so much i can say abt it so i wont even bother #its awful #anyway also for being along when it comes to jake kinda remember that this is the conclusion he got after his entire life p much fell apart #like hes kn a very bad space mentally questioning everything hes ever thought was true about him and all that #so just take what he says with a grain of salt #he might want to be alone bc he wants to or he might want to bc he thinks its for the best for everybody #he might want to bc he now fears social interactions etc #lots of interpretations #like i prefer he doesnt actually want to be alone but he think he does bc its safer both for himself & for his friends #if hes not around he cant fuck shot up with them #and if no one is near they cant hurt him either #bc srsly crockertier!jane likely seriously messed him up ffs has anybody paid attention to the shit she said #yeah im still mad abt this if youre putting sth like that in your story at least treat the topic with respect it deserves wtf #ok now I'M rambling #tl;dr i like to think jake's just a very traumatized introvert who badlyvwanted to be an extravert

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sorrowfulrosebud · 2 years ago

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Can u make kiribaku x male reader fluff

(I’m so sorry I wrote this so late, college and Uni stuff has been kicking my ass 😢)

Genre: major angst, fluffy at the end I think?

Content: in which you and your boyfriends have some quality cuddle time after a bad mission

TW: child death, fire, bombs, explosions, near death experiences

The steady tick of the kitchen clock was a constant noise in the back of your mind. Its smooth tick proved to be a double-edged sword though; it’s meticulous rhythm face you something to focus on, but every second that passed made you grow more anxious.

Eijiro had sent you a text message earlier saying that they were on their way back from their patrol, but the lack of kisses and silly emojis at the end of the message proved to you that it was a bad shift. Even Katsuki, who is usually diligent in letting you know when he would grace you again, didn’t drop a text. It was incredibly out of character for the both of them, so you knew you would appreciate what you did.

Your almost Olympian sized bath tub was filled to the brim with warm, soapy water with Katsuki’s favourite bath salts and Eijiro’s favourite muscle soak. Fresh towels were on the radiator heating up, and their favourite pyjamas were folded neatly on your bed.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the door opening. Your two muscular boyfriends were almost silent, eyes downcast and smiles all gone. Instead of hugging them right away, you gave them a second to remove their hero gear and trudge after you to the kitchen.

Katsuki was utterly solemn, and you knew that look. It was the look of failure, the exact same look at the battle of All Might and All for One all those years ago.

With a tentative grip, you gently caressed Katsuki’s arm to see if he would shake you off. Upon a slight flinch but no other reaction, you slid your way down to his hand and squeezed softly. He didn’t look up at you, but the gritted teeth and wet cheeks told you everything he needed to know.

You closed the gap, your arms wrapped around him in a one-sided hug as he trembled and sobbed into your shoulders. No effort to comfort him was made; he hated it when you told him that it would all be okay. He needed some time, and you were more than welcome to give him that.

Eijiro crept his way over and joined you, resting his head against yours and Katsuki’s shoulders. He also trembled in both of your grips. All three of you stood like that, soft touches, feather like kisses, the smell of smoke and sadness poisoning the air.

Eijiro was the first to stop trembling. With a grimy arm, he wiped his tears away and turned his focus back to you.

“I-it was so.. so awful, babe! There was so much smoke, and children, and villains, and I-“ he let out another sob and nestled himself back into your grip.

You held him tightly to ground him, both of your boys dampening your shirt. Katsuki stilled before letting out a breath.

“It was an attack in Kyoto prefecture, right in the middle of a giant shopping centre. There were so many villains, everywhere you looked, the bastards were lurkin’. A massive fuckin’ bomb was let off, like one of my Howitzer impacts. Kids were separated from their families,” he choked out, still not looking at anyone.

“We tried to get the fuckers, but they vanished outta the fuckin’ air. So we decided to evacuate everyone that we could find. There was so much fuckin’ fire, it was so freakin’ difficult to breath. But damnit, there was -“ Katsuki’s voice cracked. Eijiro rubbed his shoulder soothingly as he took over the story.

“We found a family who was missing a child. They were the last people to be evacuated, so we went back in to find the kid…

The kid.. oh my fucking god, the blood,” Eijiro whimpered.

“He was buried under rubble, hardly breathing at all. He somehow saw us and even though he was fucking dying, his face lit up when he saw us. He managed to find the strength to tell us we were our favourite heroes,” Eijiro sobbed bitterly.

“The little fucker, he knew he was dying. He told us- oh fucking god. He told us that we shouldn’t beat ourselves up over his death. Even though he was so tired, that it was the biggest honour of his life to have been saved by us,” Eijiro was gasping for air from his tears. Katsuki looked up.

“It never gets easier. Having to hand over the corpses of civilians we.. that I failed. I just… I never anticipated the next one to be so small,” he whimpered.

The tears were flowing from your eyes at the news. You hugged your boys even tighter, and that’s how you stayed. Swaying in the kitchen as you clung to each other for comfort.

You were the first to break the group. With a gentle hand, you cupped a cheek from each of your boyfriends before grabbing both hands and leading them to the bathroom.

Although there were still a few hiccups, both of your boyfriends looked as happy as they could have been. You squeezed each hand and looked at them.

“I’ll go and make you both something to eat. Please, just relax and try to enjoy the bath. I know it’s been a hard day, so take it easy,” you pleaded.

“…okay. We’ll try,” Katsuki mumbled. Eijiro nodded. You smiled at them before taking off to the kitchen.

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Katsuki was done first. He plodded down the stairs, his undercut looking freshly shaved. He smelled a load better, but the eye bags gave his mental state away. Still, you were pleased that he tried to freshen up a little.

Eijiro trotted down next, seemingly in a better mood. He gave a wan smile as he saw the plate of sandwiches on the table. Your boys never ate much after a bad mission like this, but you wanted them to eat something nutritious.

Katsuki and Eijiro each nibbled on a sandwich as they sat on the couch as you looked on with love. You were glad they tried eating, even if it was only to please you. After they were finished, you led them to the bedroom where the bed was freshly made. Both of your boyfriends crashed on the bed, seemingly not having the energy to crawl under the sheets. You tugged it from under them and rearranged them so they could both cuddle you comfortably.

It was so warm under the blanket that if it wasn’t for the awful mission they just had, they would have easily succumbed to sleep. However, they substituted sleep for burying their faces into the warmth’s of your neck. Soft trembles filled the room and shook the bed, as you stroked your hero’s’ hair and crooned softly until they fell dead asleep in your neck.

No matter how many times they would fall apart, you would be there to put them back together.

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olichat-reads · 2 years ago

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Mountain

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your love for Bakugou is like a mountain but even mountains crack & crumble eventually, don't they?

Warnings: angst :D like all the way. its just angst. maybe w a sprinkle of fluff. major character death not katsu dw.

A/n: its one in the morning & i chose violence 😂😌 here's to the first proper angsty fic i've ever written. please join my mourning.

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"Hey, Katsu. I know this is pretty selfish of me. And I know this will be nothing but a nuisance to you. Even so.." you trailed off, lifting your gaze off the ground to meet those ruby eyes you've fallen for, practiaclly beaming up at him.

"I like you, Katsuki!"

That was the day it all started, the day your friendship changed.

Bakugou & Y/n. The two of you were a well known pair amongst the students in UA & everyone in your presence in general. Everyone knew the explosive blonde who was loud, rash & rude, the ambitious Bakugou Katsuki who vowed to devote his life to become the future number one hero.

Then there was you, his bestfriend since childhood. The complete opposite of the angry blonde- a good natured, friendly chatterbug who is seemingly blind to her bestfriend's outright menacing demeanor, Bakugou's happy second shadow he can't seem to get rid of. You made quite the jarring pair indeed. But being friends with Bakugou came to you easily.

It was no wonder loving him felt just as simple. Regardless of your feelings being unrequited.

Somehow, despite having attempted crossing the line of platonic friends, you managed to keep your friendship with Bakugou. Persistent enough to stay by his side. Never allowing things to be awkward. Sometimes it felt like nothing ever changed, like you were the same annoying bestfriend that stuck by him growing up.

And sometimes you'd randomly blurt out your feelings for him when he so much as buys you your favourite drink on a whim.

"Aahhh Katsuki I love you-"

"Why the fuck must you go out & say it at the weirdest times?!"

"I can't help it! I have so much love for you y'know? Sometimes it just overflows! Especially when you're so nice to me!"

"I'm never being nice to you again, dammit!"

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Every valentine's day held a memory Bakugou obtained against his will.

"Bakugou Katsuki, please go out with me!"

"Hah? Is this whats got you so damn twitchy all day?"

"Aw come on! I'm asking out the guy I like here. Of course I'm nervous!" You pout childishly, still holding out the black box of chocolates wrapped neatly in an orange bow.

"Tch. As if you haven't been doing that every other day for the past 2 years. Whats left to be nervous about?" He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Shifting his attention to the box in your hands, he narrowed his eyes as if it personally insulted him, before returning his annoyed gaze to you.

"You know I'm not taking it. When are you going to learn that this ain't going nowhere, hah?"

"Ugh, you meanie," you huffed, flopping down in Midoriya's empty seat, spinning it round to face the grumbling blonde's desk. "Its always worth a shot," you mumbled out. Undoing the the ribbons, you'd open the box & share the chocolates with him. Chattering about your internship & studies as if you didn't just got rejected by him.

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He asked once, after rejecting you yet again, if you were ever going to give up on your feelings for him. If you were ever going to realize that your efforts were futile & there was nothing for you to keep fighting for.

"I can't give up so easily, silly! My love for you is so heavy, it feels like I'd suffocate sometimes you know. Its like- like a mountain!" You explained eagerly, hands waving in the air to emphasis your point.

"Tsk. And what happens when you run out hm? What happens when that mountain chips away bit by bit, until there's nothing left?"

He'd seen it that day. Something flickering in your eyes just for a second, disappearing before he could put a finger on what it was, replaced by that same stupid smile you always wore.

"Wah~ I'd actually be crushed, huh? Who knows if I'd survive~" you sang out playfully.

It was hurt.

He recognized it now. Who knew how many more times you've blinked that look away, locked up the agony he inflicted upon your heart that only yearned for him to accept its love. How many times that stupid smile masked the heartbreak underneath. How many times he convinced himself it was fine, because you were smiling. That you were fine.

"Goddamn idiot."

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Your love for him was like a mountain, you'd say. He wondered if it hurt, every time he chipped of a piece by his harsh words. He wondered if it pained you everytime his rejection made a little of that love crumble.

There were times you'd appear at his door in the middle of the night. So late, that you didn't wear that smile & he didn't yell at you for waking him up, both of you too tired to keep your own walls up to notice the others' was down. You'd look so tired, so small & frail, like a broken soul defeated by life itself. Yet something would still faintly sparkle in your eyes, no matter how dull, when you looked up at him apologetically.

Neither of you would speak. You'd climb into bed with him & hide away in his chest. He'd never see it, having you curled uo so tightly against him, but he knew you'd cry yourself to sleep, feeling the tremble in your body & the tears soaking his shirt. He'd stay awake until your breathing finally evened out.

He'd never ask you. Everything seemed like a dream the next day. He'd wake up alone, no signs of your late night visit. He'd see you in class as usual, the spark back in your eyes as bright as ever, as if it never dimmed in the first place. You'd act as you always would, bubbly & way too excited.

He never knew what had you crying on those nights.

He'd be convinced he dreamt up the night before if you didn't address it in your own subtle way.

When Mina & Kaminari would go on their daily pestering about your blatant crush on your bestfriend. Moaning for you to just go out with one of them instead, whining why you'd waste your feelings on their grumpy friend while you giggled at their antics.

"How could I not love Katsu," you'd say, subtly locking your eyes with him from across the classroom. Something soft & grateful in your gaze before you turned back to your noisy friends.

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Your heart seemed thethered to him no matter what he does.

He remembered the time you burst into recovery girl's office. You've been away on your internship. You must have heard about his incident from your classmates when you got back. Knowing them, they must've made a bigger deal off his injuries than they actually were.

He'd jump slightly as the door slammed open to reveal you- wide eyed & panting. Your frantic gaze searched the room until they landed on him, scanning him for the severity of his injuries.

Having seen he was okay, that he was conscious & well, you all but fell to your knees, the last of the adrenaline seeming to have drained from your exhausted body.

"Fuck," you breathed out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Katsu. That's bad for my heart."

He saw you crying that night, tears wetting your cheeks & dripping off your face. Yet you still wore that smile, as wobbly as it was.

He hated that stupid smile.

Even now, as you lay on the hospital, it never leaves your face. That dopey, lovesick expression looked terribly out of place on your broken body.

"I thought you loved me, hah? Was that a lie? If you love me then hold on, you little shit. You want me to love back, don't you? Then, stay alive. Don't you dare die on me now or I'll kill you myself, you hear?" He heard his own voice crack, felt his cheeks grew wet, but he didn't care.

"Fuck. Fuck. I love you too, you fucking dumbass."

You laughed at that. It sounded wrong. Weak & frail, muffled by the oxygen mask that was barely helping your shallow breaths. Yet, it was just as melodic as Bakugou remembered. It has always been such a pretty sound.

"Thank you, Katsu."

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Standing at the edge of the beach alone, he felt as though he could almost hear you laughing by his side as he looked on at the blue sea. Just as you did all those time you pestered him into going to 'your favourite place in the entire world' you claimed.

"Because this is the place I fell in love with you," you'd tell him every single time. Recalling the day your entire world changed & your heart grew twice its size with love for your bestfriend.

"Sounds fucking cursed." His response the same each time as he watched the waves crash into the shore, lightly lapping at his feet.

And you'd laugh something so happy & free in the golden light of the setting sun, the bubbly joy so contagious, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

He holds onto the memory, keeps it safe in his heart as to never forget what your laughter sounded like, worried one day he'll forget.

Its been awhile since he heard it after all.

5 years felt like forever with the emptiness you left behind.

His life felt too quiet with you no longer around to fill the silence. It left his heart heavy. He could almost hear your teasing at the thought.

'I thought you said you'd enjoy the peace & quiet when I'm no longer around, hm, Katsu? Gonna finally admit that you were wrong?'

It was a weird feeling. He knew you so well, he could guess what you'd say to him as if you were still around. Could almost hear it, to the point it felt like he was talking to a ghost of you.

Somedays it was comforting. Other days it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

"I miss you, stupid."

'I know, Katsu.'

Sometimes Bakugou wondered.

If he hadn't left so many cracks in your mountain, if he hadn't let it crumble & chip away along the years, would you have had enough love to stay alive?

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A/n: i can't believe i actually wrote this in one sitting. i feel like i'd hate the formating when i reread this tomorrow morning. but hey i hope you enjoy the read. or broke your heart. one of those.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #oliwrites

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