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happi-dreams · 11 months ago
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These will probs just be doodled but teehee more silly oc stuff i cannot be stopped
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thosegayoldmen · 28 days ago
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @impulsemuppet!!
🚨 THIS IS A TWO-PARTER!! 🚨
Have a BEEG snippet from me and @ghoulehhh just cause we feel nice! This is part 1! Here's the second part 😉
Loki’s face settles into a calm mask, the small, smug smile resting on his lips radiating a sense of ease - even if he can feel his bones shaking with excitement…and maybe fear. That feeling only intensifies as he sets foot in the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a chilling finality once he’s cleared the threshold. Striding towards the table with confidence, he slides into the empty seat opposite the prisoner and drops his folder down.  The grizzled Variant sitting there only reacts once the chair scrapes the floor and the folder hits the table. He’s still slouching in his own chair, hands remaining in his lap - but at least there’s an air of recognition amidst his general state of malaise, something that could vaguely pass for rapt attention. Loki flips open to the top page as he settles in, deciding the timestick he’s brought should stay in his lap - well out of the other man’s reach. Instead of sprawling out like he would normally, he keeps his legs firmly tucked in towards his side. He can’t place why he feels the need to exercise such caution, but something inside prods him to do so. Better safe than sorry. “So…M-KI211 is it?” he starts, keeping things casual and his tone light. His attention is on the stack of papers, pretending like he isn’t the least bit interested in anything else. “...Or do you have a less formal name I can call you?” “That’s what they’re callin’ me?” the gray-haired man replies after a few moments, his voice dull and even. There’s a shallow sigh, a look of disappointment crossing his features. And then he’s mumbling: “Dunno what I expected. Sounds kinda boring.” Hearing Mobius’ voice come out of the stranger’s mouth is jarring to say the least. It’s the same, unmistakably so, but it sounds so dead compared to the original. Loki resists the urge to frown, thoughts already racing through his head about who this particular Variant could be, what could have possibly happened to him to make him already so different to the Mobius he knows.  Not-Mobius lifts his cuffed hands just so he can scratch at a little itch on his cheek, the pad of his blackened thumb rubbing close to the fissure that’s running straight down from his hairline. Loki’s eyes follow him as he moves, watching those charred fingers linger on vivid blue lines before he lets them drop back down into his lap with a clink of the metal cuffs. Overall, he looks tired and thoroughly battered, like he might fall apart right here, skin worn and bruised and sickly-looking - and yet Loki can still feel a power radiating from him.  He glances a bit further up, making eye contact with those faintly glowing blue irises and regretting it immediately. It’s familiar, that something - almost intoxicatingly so. The Variant’s lip curls into a slightly more pronounced smile - an amused one - and Loki quickly looks away, back down at the document.  “Well, it’s one of the names here,” he comments, flipping through a few pages of the document, most of which have heavy edits and large sections completely crossed out, all with different variant numbers attached. He’s not really reading much of anything, eyes skimming the text instead. “Though you’re quite right - it is rather boring.” He straightens in his chair, looking back up from the document with an apathetic nod of his head. “What would you expect me to call you?”
Tagging mostly so people can see, since I'm late YET AGAIN 😅
@elodiah @lokimobius @natendo-art @kcscribbler @kusakichan15
@mythical-magik @devilbearingtrouble @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony
@ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green @stillwanderingflame @andthekitchensinkao3
@insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius
@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat
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abbysbodybag · 2 months ago
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Flicker of hope
Ellie x reader
Description : Zombie apocalypse hit. Your at a camp, approached by newly arrived member.
fluff/kinda suggestive
It’s been six months since the world ended. Six months since the last time you set foot in your childhood home, since the countdown to college graduation parties and summer road trips turned into a countdown to survival. You remember the sirens blaring in the distance, the hurried whispers between teachers and students, the rush of panic as people ran to their cars, and the smoke that filled the air by nightfall. It feels like a lifetime ago.
Now, you’re here—in a camp tucked deep in the woods. It’s safe enough, far enough from the cities that the infected don’t wander near as often, but it’s still barely holding together. Each day is a strange mix of survival and routine, like a twisted version of normal life. There’s still the sound of clanking pots in the communal kitchen, the murmur of conversations around the fire, even the occasional joke to lighten the load. But every moment holds the quiet, tense reality that this fragile peace could be shattered at any second.
The camp is quiet tonight. After weeks of scouring abandoned towns for food and avoiding infected, tonight almost feels… peaceful. You sit by the dying fire, warming your hands, listening to the faint crackling of wood and the quiet murmurs of others tucked into their sleeping bags or huddled in small groups. A gentle breeze blows through the trees, bringing with it the faint smell of pine and damp earth.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” a voice murmurs, startling you slightly.
You turn and find Ellie standing behind you, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her hair half-covering her face. She looks at you, her gaze sharp but soft, with that mischievous spark you’ve come to recognize all too well.
“Didn’t want to miss the night,” you say with a shrug. “It’s rare we get a break.”
She lets out a short laugh, almost under her breath, and slides down to sit beside you. “Yeah, and here I thought I was the only one who couldn’t get comfortable.”
You lean back, watching the stars overhead as Ellie settles beside you. The silence stretches, but it’s comfortable, and her presence is warm and reassuring in the chill of the night.
“I don’t know,” she continues after a beat. “Sometimes I think I’m too used to moving. It’s weird to stay still.”
You glance at her, noting the way her jaw tightens, her gaze distant. You’ve noticed how Ellie is—a restless soul, always alert, always ready to fight or run. She’s guarded, hard to read, but you’ve caught glimpses of something else in her, a gentleness she tries to hide.
“Well, maybe I can help you get comfortable,” you say, grinning, your voice light.
She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, yeah? Think you can make me feel at home here?”
“Could be worth a try,” you reply, shrugging casually, but your heart pounds as her eyes meet yours, a playful gleam in her expression.
For a moment, she studies you, as if trying to decipher your words. Then she nudges you with her shoulder, feigning nonchalance. “You’re alright, you know that?”
You laugh, nudging her back. “Oh, just alright?”
She shakes her head, grinning. “Don’t get all smug on me. I’m just saying… you’re a good addition to this group. Makes it easier to get through the days. And nights.”
There’s a hint of something else in her voice, something you can’t quite place. The air between you feels charged, the warmth of the fire suddenly not the only thing heating you up.
“Well, that means a lot,” you murmur, meeting her gaze. “Coming from you.”
Her smirk softens into something almost shy. She looks away, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s just… you know… nice to have someone to talk to, someone who doesn’t make it all feel like a struggle.”
You reach out, placing a gentle hand on her arm, feeling her tense briefly before she relaxes. “Hey, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
She looks down at your hand, then back at you, her green eyes darker in the firelight. “Promise?”
You nod, your voice steady. “Promise.”
There’s a beat of silence before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think… I’ve been wanting to hear that for a long time.”
Without thinking, you close the distance, your fingers lightly brushing her cheek as you lean in. Her breath catches, and then, slowly, she closes the gap between you, her lips soft and warm against yours.
The kiss is hesitant, testing the waters, but it quickly deepens, both of you clinging to each other as if the world outside doesn’t exist, as if you’re the only two people left. Her fingers trace patterns along your arm, pulling you closer, and for a few perfect moments, you’re wrapped up in her warmth, in the steady beat of her heart.
When you finally pull back, she’s smiling, her cheeks flushed. “Guess I owe you one,” she whispers, her voice teasing.
“Oh, you owe me more than that,” you reply, grinning.
And for the first time in what feels like forever, you both laugh, the sound blending into the quiet night, a promise of hope even in a world as broken as this.
part two?
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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago
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I'm gripping the bars of my cage desperately, I'm chewing at the bars, begging, pleading for more zombie ghoap x reader au.
zombie ghoap x reader au coming right up chef 🫡
btw this is super similar to charliemwrites' jaw dropping ghoap x reader "the (scottish) cabin in the woods" so you need to go read that immediately (and leave a nice comment because charlie rocks)
cw for noncon puppyplay below the cut
i was talking to ceilidh a tiny bit about this earlier, and i think that johnny and reader met in like a cannibal cult kinda thing. very much so like that episode of TLOU, yknow? they both think they've found a little commune safe haven, but it very quickly becomes clear that that's not the case.
anyways, they end up trying to get out together when they realize what's going on, and have to kill a few of the cult members :/ they've been "stuck together" ever since
they threaten to leave the other for dead (or kill them in the middle of the night) constantly. it hasn't happened yet, obviously, but boy oh boy do both of them bring it up nonstop. they act like they hate each other, but honestly they just need to fuck
but they're sorta stuck together now. you're better off paired up with someone than on your own, that's something they both learned pre-cult fiasco. and, really, they don't dislike each other nearly as much as you might think based on the way they gripe
enter ghost. he spots these two survivors wandering through the forest, one injured and both filthy, and basically thinks to himself "hm. could be good in home entertainment"
(here's the deal with puppyplay like this - it's absurd, and we're just going with it. alright??? just WORK with me here)
if you didn't see, i put in the tags of the original post "#btw - he takes you home then chains you both up outside and says something like “this is where dogs stay” :/#dont worry you're perfectly safe (he has a high fence keeping zombies out) but he likes to hear how scared you get when you're out there all#you're both quite well behaved when he lets you in for dinner the next night <3#he only has to scold you once when you both complain about being made to eat while kneeling on the floor next to him"
you're probably both "behaving" because you don't want him to. you know. fucking KILL YOU. but this is also a zombie apocalypse au, so you're both totally feral too. and this is an apocalypse ghost too, which means he's probably way harsher and way rougher around the edges than he even is in canon
anyways i think soap and reader here are more likely to be like "lets wait this out and try to escape when he's not expecting it" except they're like... really bad at trying to play along
ANYWAYS!!!! ghost takes you two back to his compound, ties the both of you up outside for the night. he wraps soap's ankle first, gives him a stern command to stay off of it, and goes back inside like everything is normal. he watches you two over the camera while planning out how he'll build some outdoor kennels for the two of you
you're both cold and tired and hungry and scared the next morning, so it doesn't take much coaxing on his part to get you inside. it takes a lot more coaxing to keep you two on your knees :/
honestly johnny's ankle is so fucked that it's almost a relief to keep pressure off of it (even if it means crawling around on the floor like an animal) but you care a hell of a lot more. ghost threatens to break your ankles before you finally listen :/
he ties the leashes to your wrists, to keep you both out of trouble as much as he can. it's not like either of you are eager to go very far - his house is warm and you're both chilled to the bone from your night outisde
anyways. that's all i've got like, linearly. but i can offer some random little tidbits about their lives after
ghost makes you both eat from the floor. he gives you plates (no silverware) at first and lets you use your hands, and gradually works the two of you up to eating from bowls with just your mouths
you and johnny bicker constantly and simon frequently makes the two of you kiss to make up :( forces you to make out with each other while he smokes a cigarette and enjoys the show. no matter how mad you are, you both end up needy and humping the air when he finally lets you stop
he tries to have you two sleep in the same crate, but it does not go well. ghost very quickly realizes that you two will try to tear each other's throats out if forced that closely together for an entire night
sometimes one of you will try to get the other in trouble. there's one particular night where you trick johnny into misbehaving and he's stuck in the outside kennel all night - but it rains. and every time you glance out the window you see how sad and cold he looks :((( ghost lets you love on him the next morning, and soap is more than eager for a bit of comfort after such a miserable night
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hugemilkshake · 7 months ago
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Hey can you do more uh...self aware cookie run au with anxious reader? Just I can't help but imagine more scenarios of y/n being anxious and thinking 'OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE!' Buuut end up spoiled by cookies. Here are some examples I thought up but if you think of anymore cute and fun things, I'd love to see em too!
Y/n goes to the hollyberry kingdom and meets pitaya. Thinks they are gonna die to dragon...nope, dragon just wants to encourage y/n to make smores or roast jelly dogs over their flames and if a single one of the cookies who sabotage the competition even think for a SECOND about interrupting that, then they got another thing coming!
Y/n thinks they are gonna die to the licorice sea or the traitor affogato cookie when encountering them....sea acts kind to y/n somehow (or just ignores em...your choice lol) and affogato just wants to spoil y/n with sweets! (Bonus: instead of joining the COD....they go with y/n as something along the lines of 'you know what? I don't want to take over this kingdom anymore. I don't want it anymore, I want y/n! King, I admit to everything, please banish me so I can run away to y/n's kingdom!') Lmao!
Golden cheese kingdom...y/n goes in, thinking glitches are gonna kill em buuuut all the digital cookies make sure y/n is feeling safe, happy, and comfortable....aaaand golden cheese gives em lots of hugs lol! Can imagine being wrapped up in her wings feels really good!
Enjoy the milkshake! I had to give an excuse for writing about affogato cookie- I mean, the dude caused me brain rot. Also I’m not writing any golden cheese stuff because smoked cheese massacred my team and I’m angry at that (my team had way more power than smoked cheese)
Somewhat plot relevant?
-platonic self aware au-
Normally you had means of controlling your anxiety but at this moment, there was no way you could control your anxiety. You were in the middle of a forest! And not even one in your own world! It was one in the game you had recently just gotten into!
You were only on episode 4 in the story mode so you literally had no clue where you were. You just sat on the ground and started to silently panic.
But at some point a cookie you did see once in the cookie unlock screen kinda picked you up and just took you to a palace? You don’t really remember what the cookie said but they weren’t hurting you! So that must mean something!
But you were now having a feast in this palace with a cookie who you learned was actually a dragon- well anyways the dragon said they were Pitaya Dragon, also known as The Red Dragon. You did panic for a moment before Pitaya told you to just chill out and have something to eat.
And you know what? It was actually quite fun! The Red Dragon talked about other dragons and nice fun stories while the two of you ate, you were sad to go but you had too. You got some berries and stuff you could sell as a wondering traveler. Though you did tell Pitaya you’d come back one day so might want to stay close
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You had gone from a warm and humid forest to a frozen wasteland. What’s more to say? You had everything you needed to survive and villages were quite nice to you, you had your own gear so you didn’t bother them too much.
But you did befriend a peculiar cookie when you were by the Dark Cacao kingdom…
A cookie who looked quite lavish found you and seemed a little lost and panicked… kinda how you were when you first got here…. You felt bad to the cookie so you went to talk to them
Apparently his name is Affogato Cookie and he was banished from the Dark Cacao kingdom on the grounds of the false accusations of him trying to upstage the king. Poor guy…
Now since Pitaya Dragon was so generous to you when you had nothing so you decided to help Affogato get back in his feet since you should be passing on others kindness!
What you didn’t know was that one Affogato lied to you, two Affogato had connections to Dark Enchantress and three, he would become your travel buddy. So now the two of you travel around as friends :3
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petitelepus · 7 months ago
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Hi, nice talking to you ♥️ could I ask for a normal matchup, please? I'm fine with any genders! No NSFW tho, please.
I'm an introvert but I'm chaotic, carefree and outspoken. I tend to have an optimistic view on life and I could say I'm very strong willed.
I'm usually pretty chill and can keep my cool, but I'm very rebellious and stubborn, I also turn very bad mouthed if provoked.
I'm very accepting and open minded, but sometimes it makes me look a bit naive. I joke a lot and comfort people by making them laugh.
I love doing physical activities and strive to be strong asf. I also like exploring new places and doing anything fun, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
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I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!
The Wind Hashira is glad you're an introvert because that means that you most likely won't get out and try and find Demons to slay.
He thinks that not everyone is made for hunting Demons and you and his younger brother are such people. Just retire and find a guy or gal to settle down with!
Prove him wrong, show him just how strong you really are and how much stronger you want to get!
Not only are you strong, but you don't mind traveling from one place to another in pursuit of evil Demons.
Your chaotic nature makes you unpredictable and your enemies have hard time reading your movements.
Nothing beats the rush you get when battling against a Demon... And Sanemi can understand that rush you have when dodging and attacking and finally killing the enemy Demon.
Sanemi can't understand where your optimists come from... But he is completely hating it. Despite everything awful happening, you try to stay strong and positive. Sure, it annoys him, but it's part of your charm that he kinda likes and admires.
You didn't hear that from me, he will stubbornly deny any attraction until something serious happens and one of you may be at death's door. Let's hope this man of yours comes to his senses soon.
You know Sanemi is harsh, stubborn, and has a temper, but you also kinda understand that he is harsh because he cares... But despite knowing this, you can also be stubborn and bad-mouthed when provoked enough.
"Quit Demon slaying!"
"I quit when you do the same!"
"Never!"
"Then..." You grinned, "Looks like we are stuck together then, huh?"
"Annoying little...!"
He really likes you and wants to keep you safe, but he has an awful way of showing it. So he tends to tag alongside you on missions to make sure you stay alive.
But once the Demons are defeated, he calms down notably and promises to take you to accompany him on his journey to travel all across the lands.
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esterzach · 1 year ago
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Who are you, Moiraine Sedai? Part II
Whatever is happening here, it was before S2, and it was written before S2, so it doesn't make much sense. Also... might contain dark subjects. No, it will definitely contain dark subjects. Mentioning of things... that are not quite nice. Violence! Look, some parts are disturbing so, if you are a child or this isn't your thing, stay away. Gory images, scenes of ugly things, psychopaths, and all in all CSI meets The Wheel, and it's not pretty.
NO this is not a crossover, I don't do shit like that. I don't even know how people... Nevermind. AGAIN, STAY AWAY. K? If You are anything like me, keep eating, drinking and if you take a look, you'll be fine. *****
Fear. The cold fingers crawled over her skin, creeping inside her, slowly, with a force she didn't know how to stop. She didn't even know what was the reason for this, what was the source. But it was there. The look in her eyes has changed, her posture, even her movements. They became restricted, sharp, and short, far from her usual confidence and smooth-flowing way of moving around. As if a whole other person emerged from inside her and she didn't like this person. She didn't know this person, who seemed to be afraid of her own shadow. Who used the worst words pointing to every weakness and every negative outcome possible, just to torment her. 
She became familiar with the nightmares. It was just darkness, nothing else. And words whispered here and there. And fear. Not that there was anything to be afraid of in them. But they were horrifying anyway.  Darkness around her and in her, darkness she was falling into, trying to reach toward something and always missing it. This wasn't worth screaming in horror, but the screams came anyway. This wasn't worth crying over, she knew that, but the tears came anyway. And right before them, the attempt to breathe as well as the tired stillness of despair after was maybe worse. 
It was as if someone was beating her over and over again. But this time it was her soul who went to bed sore and woke up stiff and in pain.
The first time Moiraine woke up from the sound of someone's screams she was confused. A bone-chilling sound came to her ears and she felt bad for the poor soul who was screaming in terror for mere moments before she realized that it was her who was making those sounds. She was the one gasping for air, she was the one who broke into sobs after the reality sunk in. There were hands holding her steady, in a firm embrace, slightly swaying back and forth until her breathing calmed and the shaking stopped. And a voice. Deep, soothing voice, that touched her very soul. Simple "I'm here."
Over and over. "You are safe. I’m here. "
Lan hasn't abandoned her. Lan was still here. Lan is still on his post. 
Her body grounded to him, the sense of the presence of another human being, of someone who she could trust, maybe, most probably saved her. Deep down she knew it. But the torture has just began. 
The mist in her mind, in front of her vision, in her thoughts led her to bizarre places. Parts of her which she had been holding hidden, small ugly monsters of emotions and thoughts that were held at bay for a long time, were now growing tall and big. The woman was aware of them, and she was fine with them, she never allowed them to speak, because she knew they were parts of her human side, normal, but beaten into submission, in chains, surrendered to her control. Now as if something was feeding them. And these monsters were about to take over. 
She needed a guard, a sword of light against them. 
And he was there. 
Once it was Siuan. She provided comfort and strength. Light, how she missed her. Only days ago in her arms. Glimpses of pure pleasure and sheer happiness, of the inevitable torture and pain that will follow... Siuan was the calm and the safety amidst the storm of whatever entangled emotions were raging in her, Siuan was the taste and colour of life, she had the ability to make her laugh, an almost forgotten sensation in the last years.
Siuan was her freedom. The only person she trusted enough to be herself around, to be truly free, with no games, no masks, no fear. Siuan was also the thrilling arousal of the forbidden, a danger, sweet enough to make things even more intense, and her deepest secret. A secret she doesn't allow anyone to come close to. Anyone, except Lan. Land feels her joy and sorrow, her exhilaration and excitement when she is around, and this odd feeling, she lacks words to describe - the one on the edge between sweetness and torture, that sometimes becomes too much to bear. Lan knows the absent look on her face when she allows some distant bittersweet memory to invade her mind for a moment while on the road in some strange place with people, where she would feel the loneliness taking over. He is familiar with the ache in the pit of her belly when the doubt settles in her mind that she might never see Siuan again. 
Lan knows. Lan understands. Lan likes Siuan more than the vague idea of mighty The Amyrlin throne. He likes her because she is brave and tough, because of her twisted sense of humour and because she makes Moiraine bubbles with joy. When Siuan is around Lan is calm and gets to feel the sweet sensation of someone being loved. 
The last memories of Siuan resurfaced, to bring sadness and longing. She is there adoring her, holding her, and trying to fight the tears. Her look changes into questioning. What would she think of Moiraine now? How would she see her, an Aes Sedai without power, a channeler who can not channel - hollow titles, emptied of meaning. Who is this woman, a stranger to herself, would she even recognize her… Shame and regret filled her, old demons born out of insecurities started a forgotten fight within her. The familiar image of the woman's face appeared in her mind eye, bright smile and beautiful eyes, who watched her with pure love.
 For a brief moment. And was gone again. Like a dream. 
Her face was wet again. Somehow everything in her mind came to this cycle of torture, screaming, and tears. At one of those waking moments, she remembered a conversation with an unpleasant individual from years ago, which turned into something else...
The man had blood on his fingers still when he sat against her in the dirty inn.  He reeked of the smell of death and human filth.  Moiraine remembered the sheer panic of Lan - through the Bond he had somehow sensed how disgusted and terrified she was by this person. And he knew why. He resisted the instinct to grab her and run away from this place. But it was only because her face didn't give away anything and somehow she managed to calm herself enough to send the message through the Bond. He was leaning on a wall a few feet away from her, ready to leap, his eyes narrowed, scanning the area around. There was something about that place, which made both of them uneasy.
Men sitting around, drinking, people from different places if she was able to tell from the way they were dressed. Some of them were even wealthy, she caught glimpses of an expensive weapon, a dagger with a golden handle attached to someone's hip, a ring, or a part of leather and animal fur on clothes, things people cannot afford to demonstrate, let alone travel that far away from for a town if not absolutely secure about their ability to protect themselves or be protected. It was odd that there were so many people, and from so different places, as the building was standing alone in the middle of a forest too far from any main road.
There were almost no women, with a couple exceptions. Near the innkeeper, a step behind stood a girl. No more than fifteen, with black eyes, messy short hair, and tattoos on her indicating she wasn’t from here. No one else looked remotely like her. Moiraine heart clenched. She had recognized her tattoos. She knew exactly where this girl came from and she knew she didn’t belong here. They were too far away from her homeplace. But there was something about her that would make anyone look twice - the girl's eyes. As pretty as they were, they looked like they stared into an abyss, lifeless and unfocused. Moiraine thought for a moment that she saw fear in them, but her second glance showed her that whatever was once there, had vanished. The other woman was serving drinks, with a smile, that was plastered on her face, a mask, that held no warmth or sincerity. Cold blue eyes on a face once may even be considered beautiful, now in her fifty or more, she walked way too comfortably in this place. 
The young Aes Sedai needed to speak to this person, to know something. She paid him for the information with the sole intention of leaving as quickly as possible, cursing herself for trusting whoever sent her this way. 
And it would have been the end of it, common sense would prevail, and they would have left if his nature hadn't overcome him. 
He reached out and grabbed her hand. And all hell broke loose. 
The man never noticed Lan sitting in the shadows of the inn, he didn't know that the woman in front of him was Aes Sedai or was stupid enough not to care. 
 For days, even weeks after that the woman would stop and use every river, lake, or even a puddle on their way to wash her hands, trying to remove some invisible dirt on them, scrubbing them until they bled. She almost felt it on her, some irrational instinct driving her to try to get rid of it.      
Lan was worried. For the first time in years, he had that helpless sense that this was something beyond his knowledge. And he was right. It took her months to come to herself again and not to flinch every time Lan was reaching out to her or touching her. 
She remembered what was left of the building. Ruins, burning, and pure devastation. Thanks to her. Lan couldn't stop her. And he didn't really try. After all, he saw the deeds of the man, he saw his "art" in the basement below. He saw the bodies. Young men and women were slaughtered and chopped in pieces, tortured before their deaths. 
This was what the Aes Sedai had sensed. This was the filth she was trying so desperately to forget. It wasn't some unknown evil, it wasn't creatures created by a force of darkness. This was also a part of human nature - twisted, grotesque, and ugly, but human. The dark side of people, Moiraine always knew existed. Seeing it though... was something else entirely. She knew people could go insane during a war, or a desperate situation and commit horrible crimes. But there was no war, nor desperation. It was something planned, thought of, intentional, and cold. Somehow it has stuck with her, as well as the guilt.
 Not because of what happened. But for the poor people who lay dead in that basement. 
She didn't remember how it happened exactly. She only remembered the fear, the rage, and people rising fast from their chairs, the sound of drawing weapons, Lan taking out his sword, and the horrifying smile of the man in front of her. Someone grabbed her and she instinctively reached for Saidar. Later on, there were bodies, blood everywhere on her clothes, on her face, and the smell of burned-out flesh. Smoke... And that odd feeling as if she was missing something. 
There was a door that led them down to a big room under the building. 
In a few minutes she was throwing up violently through tears. On her knees in front of the inn, she was trying to breathe fresh air and to forget the smell. Lan was holding her. 
She stood up after a minute or two, took a few steps, and stopped. Sobs shook her body just for a moment, tears blurred her vision and rolled down. She stood there. Silent. Tears had stopped fast, she wasn't sobbing anymore, and she could hear the birds from the nearby forest, the noise of the wind, and the leaves of the trees. Nature didn’t care and after every storm, it continued its normal life, guilt-free. She didn't understand how a person could do that. There was a child down there. His big questioning eyes were open, his naked little body spread on a table. She would never forget those eyes. 
“We should go.”
Her voice was calm, as if nothing happened. 
“Moiraine…” - he looked at the direction of the building as if asking her what to do. 
“I will take care of it.”
She stood up on her feet. Silently her hands went up and started to move. Slowly, deliberately. It took a while, much more than usual, but this would take time. Wave after wave were combining with each other spreading, reshaping, and combining again. A fire broke somewhere inside the building, then another, and another. It licked the outside walls and created black smoke from inside. It was getting bigger with every passing second. The noise was deafening as if a storm was swirling and swallowing everything. The flames rose high as the age-old pine trees nearby. But she was still channeling. The structure made a sound like a monster dying groaning defeated. She needed to know that nothing would remain from the place. A small figure emerged from the inside - the strange girl, with the dead eyes. The girl had disappeared when the whole thing started, she was nowhere to be seen. They assumed she escaped. Moiraine gasped. She let go of Saidar and froze in her shock. She saw the girl, who stopped, just mounted her a silent “Thank you”, then turned around slowly and got back inside the burning building.  
“No!”
She screamed and tried to go towards the inn, but couldn’t make a step. A hand, an iron grip over her elbow had caught her and didn’t allow her to move. She tried to pull, but her strength was no match for the man. She turned toward him, furious, screaming in his face. He didn’t move. His face showed no emotion, he just watched her, with no intent to let her go. Behind her something roared, loud crack woke up the whole forest. Moiraine turned around just in time to see the whole structure collapsing into a burning, smoking pile. She could just watch. They were close enough to feel the heat and the horrible smell of smoke. It was over. She swayed a bit, but he was still holding her and didn't allow her to stumble or fall. When she turned to look at Lan, her face had streaks of tears, mixing with droplets of blood from someone who had the bad idea to get too close to her. Her shoulders dropped as if her whole body suddenly lost whatever strength it had left. He finally let go of her arm. She took a step to him. Slowly her head fell on his shoulder. His hand cradled her. They just stood there, listening. The birds started to sing again.
This event took a toll on her. But she felt safe. She had him. His confidence, his strength, his calm and occasional care. A soft side of a man who almost never smiled, who rarely spoke. After this, it was the first time that she and Lan shared a bed. He held her through the night. The bond had its benefits. His worry and his love for her felt like a warm blanket, wrapped around her on a chilly night. But his physical presence was even better. 
That night she woke up from her dreams in the darkness, and she immediately felt his arms around her. She knew he was awake. He had felt her fear, and although he had seen and felt the same, his calmness overtook her. 
It was that knowledge, that he was always there and she had someone to lean on when she was about to fall, that had saved her. Now the weirdest of memories, long buried under the immediate necessity of her mission, were resurfacing, reappearing, as if to relive them in their pure horror. Her mind was a mess for days, priorities pushed aside, logic crumbling, grasping for straws or drowning. And there was no one in the back of her mind to bring her calm. But the screaming had stopped. Eventually, she somehow knew, the tears would stop too.
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mentally-ill-simp · 1 year ago
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Could you write a little oneshot of ellie and Dina out on patrol and they’re just talking and laughing and then find some reason to ruin it all with Ellie crying? Thanks!
Right up my alley. Of course I can do that for you my faithful follower
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The cold air and the bright colors of autumn in Jackson was a hopeful time for all. The smell of bake goods filled the air and the sound of children's laughter, it made the shitty times feel less shitty for everyone except Ellie. The adolescent had a love/hate relationship with the season but over the years it became more and more of a hate relationship "hey kiddo you got everything packed for today?" a deep southern voice asked pulling her out of the dark void she called her mind "hm? oh yeah i think I've got everything" she answered double checking her bag "shit" she whispered to herself "next time i tell you I'll do your laundry you better empty out those pockets of yours" Joel said handing the young girl her pocket knife, she nodded and took the knife from him "thanks Joel, I'll be back later tonight i promise" she gave him and a small smile. Joel wasn't stupid, he was a father and was a professional bullshit detector, he could tell when something was up and had been seeing it in the 15 year old for a while now "you better be, Tommy and Maria wanna come over for dinner and I'd need your help peeling potatoes" he chuckled "god I might just stay out there, i bet the infected smell better than your cooking" she laughed and he rolled his eyes "be safe and be warm but most importantly come back in one piece" she nodded and was on her way. Ellie walked through the small town, she felt weird having been in the town for a year now and still feeling like an outsider, she pulled her coat closer to her body feeling the chill of the cold fall air while walking to the stables, she looked up from the ground to see Dina and Jesse standing next to each other laughing and smiling. In the whole year she had been there those two were the ones to take her under their wing, they were her best friends and she liked having friends but also wanted to still stay alert. She approached the stables where they were located and gave them a small wave "my god 3pm and you're actually awake and about" Jesse laughed giving his friend a small push "yeah yeah, had stuff to do today" she smirked pushing him back "well looks like I'm stuff" Dina piped up and laughed putting her gloves on, Ellie blushed slightly then went to go get her horse before feeling a hand on her shoulder "make sure she doesn't do anything stupid out there, and you also make sure you don't do anything stupid ok?" Jesse gave a warm smile and Ellie nodded before mounting her horse and following Dina to the patrol route. By the time they got to the lookout they had both been exhausted from taking out the stragglers around on the route they both decided to sit for a while "is it weird for me to ask how you're liking Jackson or is that just awkward small talk" Dina asked taking a seat on the chair across from Ellie, the girl shrugged "it's a pretty normal question, i like it I'm just not use to.. fitting in or settling to one place" Ellie answered "that's fair, i felt the same when i moved here, it's just the way things are now i guess" Dina said taking her gloves off and getting comfortable. The two girls talked for quite some time watching the sun set "we should get going the sun is getting low" Ellie said "yeah i know but it's so nice out here" Dina said walking up to the window watching the sunset, Ellie walked up next to her and looked to where she was looking, it was the first time in a very long time Ellie had felt peace, she didn't even feel the tear run down her face, everything that had happened all the way from Boston to now hit her as she let her guard down and more tears streamed down her face leaving streaks "are you ok Ellie? you're crying" Dina went to hug her friend but Ellie pulled back and wiped her tears " i'm fine we should get going" she said sternly and started to walk out as Dina followed
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zealoptics · 1 year ago
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Chasing Winter Adventures in the Great White North: A Vanlife Tale Beyond the Clichés
By Alex Arseneault
When we hear about Vanlife most people see the classic cliché of someone laying on his bed rear doors open with a view on the ocean, right? For me, it’s anything but that.
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My name is Alex Arseneault, I live in Quebec City (Qc), Canada and I consider myself as a ‘’weekender adventurer’’. Experienced Kitesurfer / mountain biker / Snowboarder, I try to make the most of what my region has to offer while still have a normal job. The best tool I have found to make all those outdoors sports so much easy to handle is a Van. I often say to people that our van is our ‘’Mobile Chalet’’ ; it allow us to chase the best (Or worst) conditions, bring all the gear, be home everywhere and be selective on the destination.
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This winter I wanted to go explore further and experience what the alpine backcountry skiing has to offer in our region and because life is better when you are in good company, I wanted to do this trip with my girlfriend & our dog. Meet Cynthia & Gustav! The spot on the radar: The Chic-chocs mountains in Gaspesie. We prepared ourselves with an AST1 Course early in the season and analysis of the approach & terrain of each mountain in the Gaspesie National Park. Thank to the APP Ski Haute-Gaspésie that give so much information’s and you can also use it in GPS mode to find the official skintrails & descent hallway.
There we go. It’s early February, it recently dumped 25 to 40 cm in the mountains, the conditions are at their best. We checked the Avalanches & Weather Forecast, loaded the Van of food, water, gear and hit the road for a 6-hour road trip. The route become quite scenic when we left the Trans-Canadian highway and reach the route 132 along the Saint-Lawrence River. This road is famous during the summer but let’s say it can be quite hazardous during winter. We get excited when we reach the small village of Saint-Anne-des-Monts, which is the entrance of the Gaspesie National Park. The view is insane while we drive on the sinuous road between the mountains. At this point, we have no more signal. No cellphones, no internet, nada. Just us, our small house on wheels and the white mountains.
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We spent two days at a mountain called Mount Lyall. Well parked at the entrance of the skin track, we made our basecamp in the parking thanks to SEPAQ that allows autonomous Camper to stay in the parking for 25$/day. A dry toilet Cabin is at our disposal if required. We had amazing conditions, beautiful weather and even manage to bring Gustav with us for a descent in the treeline. What a nice experience, we felt so grateful to be out there together and enjoy winter at his best. Let’s be honest, winter in the east can somehow be challenging. Trip like this, certainly reconciles us with those ‘’Quebec winters’’. Oh... and speaking of ''challenging'' did I mention that it announces extreme cold during our journey? Well, Environment Canada has issued extreme cold warnings that covers most of the province with wind chills expected to be between -38 and -42 degrees Celcius. Not worried, we build our van for it, but we knew we were not going to go snowboarding in the backcountry in that temperature, let’s say that it would not be safe or even fun.
So, before this major polar vortex hit us, we spend another day in a mountain called Hog’s back. Same basecamp setup, different terrain. We did two laps on this mountain, but the conditions were a bit more challenging when we reach the Alpine terrain. A crust of ice covered the entire alpine territory which made the terrain unstable and difficult to cross. We then decided to stay in the treeline limit and managed to find some powder again. The highlight of the day was the encounter with a Caribou, a first for us! We were extremely lucky since this species is endangered. What a beautiful creature!
The next stop of our trip is a small village called Murdochville. This old mining town reborn from its ashes and has become the hub for backcountry skiing and snowmobiling in East Canada. We wanted to see this place, somehow sticked in the 80’s by its architecture and see what it has to offer. We parked the Van at the Chic-Chac resort wich has a ‘’Vanlife’’ space and offers access to showers and more... After a well-deserved shower, we spoiled ourselves with dinner at the Chic-Chac headquarter. This place is famous for parties and hosting events!
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The next day we walked the town and finally went for a lap on Mont Porphyre. Being located just outside the northern limit of Murdochville, this mountain allows residents and town visitors to ski directly from town. As the day progresses, temperature drop every hour and strong Northwest wind is picking up. We checked the forecast and there were no chances of doing any outdoors activities for the next two days in this ridiculously cold weather. We ended up driving in a polar vortex blizzard for 6 hours at 25 mph but managed to reach my friend’s house and spend the coldest night still comfortably installed in our van. Let’s just say that the webasto heater has run like never before.
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We spend the cold weather playing card games and drink hot chocolate next to the fireplace at my friend’s house.
I conclude on this quote: ‘’Winter forms our character and brings out our best.’’ Better enjoy it? #Exploremore
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ONE / Twenty Seven - P.Nguyen
The bathroom was covered in steam.
I helped Jesse get out of the bathtub before I rubbed them dry and converted them from head to toe in towels. Jesse wasn’t really a Fan of that but I couldn’t care less. Both of us went downstairs to get some food. I found some salmon and avocado so I decided to prepare some sushi bowls for us. Still, I was really worried about Jesse. I haven’t seen them in a condition like that in ages. They are all, distante. It’s almost like they have been drinking a lot recently. After I prepared dinner both of us sat down on the sofa, watching some shows. As I was about to get us some snacks I noticed that Jesse was already sleeping. I know what I was about to do was wrong but I couldn’t resist. Something was wrong, they were not just sick. There was more to the feeling of Jesse so I decided to look around their room. But sadly, there wasn’t any hint of what could have happened to them the last few days. I do have to admit that I wasn’t digging. I did not want them to know that I’ve been sneaking around. I went down with no hints whatsoever. They haven’t been drinkin, I’d smell that, so it must be something else. I went back down where Jesse was still sleeping in the living room. I laid myself next to them and waited till I would fall asleep. 
The next morning was rather chill. Jesse seemed normal, no fever or anything like that. Even more promise that they aren't ill. I made us some pancakes for breakfast and coffee while Jesse freshed themself up in the bathroom. They came back with a white towel around their neck and another one wrapped around their hips. We both sat at the dinner table and ate in silence until I broke it.
James: Sooo, you’re doing better now? Jesse: For now yeah, sorry about yesterday. James: What was the issue? I thought you were sick, possibly drunk but nothing? Jesse please tell me what’s up with you. It’s more than just school stress isn’t it? Jesse: You might be right with that. James: You know you can tell me right? Jesse: It’s complicated. I don’t understand it myself. James: I mean you can try? Maybe I can help you figure stuff out? Jesse: Well, I picked up a friend of mine from the Beast and Prey. She had a date which, sadly, wasn’t really nice. Turns out the girl she met was straight. James: Damn that sucks, hard. Jesse: I know, but I think I made it even worse. James: What could you’ve possibly done to make that worse? Jesse: Well, when we were on the late night bus to Egham, we were talking, alot. My friend, her name’s Petal, she slept on the bus after ten minutes. But her date, Rita, was up the entire time. Rita and I have been talking, talking a lot. She’s in some courses I planned on joining so we talked about that. And even apart from that, we had a lot of stuff incommand. After we got Petal back home, Rita asked me if I wanted to stay over at her place. James: Please don’t say you’ve hooked up with the date of your friends, that would be ass Jesse: No, we didn’t. We just talked, alot. The more we talked the closer we got. But it got to a point where both of us were quite flirty. Rita has been single for a while now, and so am I. I mean we haven’t agreed on anything but it kind of seems like we are dating now. James: And what did your friend, Petal, say? Jesse: It’s safe to assume that she wasn’t a fan of it when she found out that I overslept at her date’s place. I mean, I get it, but still. She ragged at me and went full on furries, once again, I got it. But I didn’t know how to cope. I like Rita, I really do, and I don’t want to stop seeing her just because of her. But wouldn’t it be a massive ass move to pull something like that? I just, I don’t know. My head’s been spinning so hard so I took some of that med yesterday. Turns out that doctors are right when they only give you something when you need it. I’m really sorry for yesterday. James: Don’t be. On a strange and weird side, I can understand. Jesse: So you’re not mad at me? James: Nah, you did what you had to do. Did it help though? Jesse: I have no idea. I still don’t know how to talk to Petal or how to approach a conversation. She’s hurt, badly, and it’s all me to blame. James: Don’t be so hard on yourself. If she really is a friend of yours, she’ll get over it. Jesse: I hope you’re right. James: So…how come I never met Petal before? She seems like a lovely person. Jesse: Oh she is. She joined Royal Holloway last summer, ever since we spent a lot of time together studying and so on. And hey, I didn’t know about Lucia either, so it’s fair that you know nothing about Petal. James: Wait, you said she’s new this year? Jesse: *mumbles* Yeah?
Jesse shoved a big piece of pancake into their mouth
James: That’s strange. You know what school she’s from? Jesse: No, she’s not really happy talking about old times. Why are you asking all that? James: Because I have had no registration for a Petal this entire year. Jesse: You sure you haven’t just forgotten about it? James: Petal is a name I’ve never seen or heard before. Besides it is a lovely name I’d make sure I’d remember. Jesse: Now that you’re saying it. There was some struggle with her access cards. James: Oh really? Jesse: Yeah, apparently the entire school system only recons her with her old dead name and wrong gender. James: Wait seriously? Jesse: Yeah, I know fucked up right? Who ever has set up her profiles must be a jerk James: Jesse? Hello? I’m responsible for everything in the registration. It’s my fault that her entire school identity is wrong. Jesse: But how does that happen? James: I feed the system with the data I get from the previous school. This means no one in the old school cared to change the name or gender. Therefore I got the wrong data. If I would’ve known I would’ve changed it already. I know you’re not supposed to ask a question like that but do you know the dead name of Petal? Jesse: Sorry, I don’t. The only thing I know is that the initials are the same. So it must be someone with the name P. Nguyen. James: Well, that should be doable. Pls don’t tell her anything but give me till early next week and her profile is up to date. Jesse: That sounds amazing! Maybe that way she’s less pissed about the fact that I’m dating Rita. James: I wouldn’t go that far but sure you never know. Just, don’t take meds you shouldn’t take Jesse: Yeah mum, I go that now.
Jesse and I laughed before doing the dishes and just watching some shows. I haven’t told them about Ethan yet, since they are too much into the current Petal vs Rita drama. I still feel like shit because I ruined Petals school profile. That must mean that all the teachers have been either deadnaming her or she went to everyone before a lecture to confirm they wrote it down on a stick note. Jesse had shown me pictures of Petal. She's a really beautiful woman. Taller then I am, mid long hair with purple coloured tips and a tattoo on her shoulder that I couldn’t identify. She looked really young. Oh and maybe to add, you can see that she is a massive fan of Kpop. Her entire outfit screams tokyo streetwear and the makeup and all is really adding a lot to that. 
Jesse also showed me the Insta of Rita. I think the best way to describe Rita would be to point at Alex from the game Life is Strange. They could be siblings. Just like Petal, Rita is also really pretty. She’s like the complete opposite of Petal. Judging on the pics and the things Jesse told me about them, I can see why they get along so well with each other. 
Jesse: Hey, if you want I could get Petal and you to meet? There is a new Icerink that will open near the Beast and Prey so I thought maybe we could go there? James: Ice skating? It’s been ages since I’ve done that Jesse: If I remember right, you are a pro. James: Well, I don’t know if I am still a pro but, I would join! Jesse: Perfect, that sounds like a promising meeting. That way you can tell Petal the news about the registration. James: Yeah, while telling her that I’m the one who fucked up. Jesse: Well… you don’t have to tell her that. You can just say that it’s been reported to you by teachers.
Both of us laughed again while we were still talking about the Icerink. We haven’t set up a date yet, but I’m sure it’ll be a fun time.Till then, I got to fix her registration.
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dexter25 · 2 years ago
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Get Ready To Brew! Coffee Hints That Will Inspire Your Tastebuds
Get Ready To Brew! Coffee Hints That Will Inspire Your Tastebuds.
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There is nothing like coffee to lift a mood or your metabolism. There are a lot of coffee based decisions that can confuse a normal person. You have innumerable options to choose from. Use the advice in this article to benefit you.
When you only want to have one cup of coffee, try using a single cup machine. Keurig systems give you the opportunity to pick and choose exactly what kind of coffee you want, one cup at a time. There are a number of makers and features to choose from.
Do you want more flavorful java than what you get from a drip machine? Better brews can be achieved by allowing your machine to get hot by running a water-only cycle. After this is finished, you can then repeat as you normally would, adding coffee. This also works for giving your coffee maker a good cleaning.
Exercise a bit of caution when selecting water for your coffee. If your water does not taste good, neither will your coffee. Also, try to make sure the water you use has minerals. If not, the coffee could seem bitter. How to Clean Coffee Grinder
When it comes to coffee there are lots of different kinds. Some coffee drinkers like the robust flavor of a dark roast, while others may want a milder and smoother taste. Some like flavored coffees, and some coffees are quite sweet. The majority of people usually use creamer to add flavor instead of drinking flavored coffee.
Always perform a trial run with any new coffee maker. This means running a brewing cycle as if you are making coffee using only water. This cleans out aromas, dirt, dust and debris that might have taken hold during manufacture and transport to the store.
Coffee stored in your fridge can become terrific iced coffee. This will allow your coffee the necessary time to chill without getting watered down when you place hot coffee over ice. You may also want to add sugar or milk before you put it in the refrigerator. You will wake up to a delicious iced beverage. Best Coffee Grinder 2023
For old or cheap coffee makers, you can have better coffee by heating water before making the coffee. Once you have a hot pot of water, add the grounds and pour your hot water back into the machine. This will really bring out the flavor of the coffee and ensure that it is nice and hot.
Water can make or break the flavor of your home brewed coffee. Using bottled water is a great way to get the best tasting coffee. If you do not want to spend money on bottled water, consider getting a filter that fits on your faucet. Filtered water can be a serious improvement over water straight from your faucet.
If lowering your sugar use when drinking coffee is a priority, you will find lots of options. Agave nectar is a healthy, all-natural sweetener that is also safe for diabetics. Some low calorie sweeteners like stevia or splenda stay stable when added to hot liquids and can be safely be used in coffee as well. Cuisinart DCC-3200 Review – Perfectemp Coffee Maker
Remember that the origin of the beans determines the coffee's taste. Mix it up every now and again and try something new. Don't let price be a factor, drink what you love.
Don't ever reheat coffee. Instead of that, try using a thermal mug since it can retain your coffee's heat longer. If you can't do this, think about making another pot of coffee instead.
You can produce frothed milk without a specialty machine. Just put a mug of milk into the microwave and heat until it steams. Use your hands to quickly rotate a kitchen whisk in the hot milk. Keep going until the milk turns frothy. For ideal results, use half-and-half or 2 percent milk.
Overly warm places, such as above the oven, should never be used to store coffee. If you coffee is stored near a heat source, it can lose its flavor. So make sure you don't keep your coffee in any cabinets or counter-space that's too close to your stove.
Do you need some change in your coffee drinking routine? Try adding a little chocolate. This will give you some extra energy, and you'll surely enjoy the taste. One of the best ways to increase energy is to use a dark chocolate coffee in your morning brew.
To lower your caffeine consumption, you don't need to just quit. But that isn't necessary. You can cut down the amount of caffeine slowly by grinding your own blend of half caffeinated and half non-caffeinated coffee beans. Make sure that you keep all of the ratios the same if you are reducing the caffeine content.
If you like to make many different flavors of coffee, the best way to do so is to add creamers or syrups after you have brewed the coffee. This will also reduce the excess build up of flavors on your machine. This also allows your guests to choose their own favorite flavors. Always put in the flavors prior to adding your milk, however.
Do you have a baby that needs your constant attention, making it difficult to finish your morning cup of coffee? If so, discover a fast drive-through coffee shop nearby. Load up the car, head over and grab your coffee and then get back to whatever it is you need to do.
Blended coffees are a great way to experience more complex flavors from your coffee. Specialty coffee shops may help you choose the best blend for your tastes and they may give you a sample prior to buying in bulk.
If you drink it black, coffee can assist with burning fat. Do not add sugar or other high calorie syrups to it, however. That does add calories. Try drinking black coffee in the morning before you eat your breakfast and you should find it easier to keep your weight under control.
As you know by now, there seems to be no limit to the amount of flavors and options when it comes to coffee. The choices are numerous. It is hoped that the information found in this article has helped you to refine your choices and help you ease the decision making process.
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Yay! If you'd like I think Kelpie!Thomas Shelby could be fab. I used to have a fairytale book where a kelpie in the form of a grey horse went on land to gain a bride since he was lonely. After he tricked a girl to jump on his back he dragged her underwater into his palace where he transformed into a handsome young man. I think a no nonsense reader that would go "Nah, fam. Normal horses dont have eyes like that. I don't mess with the fair folk." could be fun. Hence some serious trickery from him to get her to ride him. Tommy sure is strange and handsome enough to be fae. Also the general water and equestrian associations suit him I think.
Last fic of 2022!!!
Fucking hell, where has this year gone???
I hope you guys like the fic :D
Title: Mysterious Horses
Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21
Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
Ever since you were a child you had always been warned to stay away from the canals. To avoid going near them, especially after dark. If you have to walk by them always make sure to go with someone. Most importantly, if you ever see a horse by the water- run. Run away and don’t look back.
When you were a child you used to lap up thee creepy stories and took them to heart. You were only by the water under the careful watch of your parents. You never went there after dark, even if your parents were with you. However, as you grew older your belief in these stories waned. They just became another method for your parents to control you (or at least you believed). You began to venture out near sunset and when you eventually moved out, stayed out after dark.
Which was when you saw it.
It was late one night and a chill was just settling in the air. You were walking home after a late night working in a pub and you decided to walk by the canal. The only sound was the soft click of your heels. You were about halfway through your route when you saw it. The most beautiful horse you had ever seen. It was standing in the middle of the water and when you stopped it slowly walked over to you. There wasn’t even a ripple in the water when it walked over to you and you found yourself rooted to the spot. When it was right in front of you, you found yourself slowly raising a hand to touch it.
Then you remembered the stories from your childhood and like a flash you removed your hand. You shook your head and glared at the horse, the horse with the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen.
“Nice try,” you said, “But I’m not giving in that easily.”
You continued on your way home, wrapping your arms around you tightly. You never thought that those stories had been true. Even though you had seen the horse someone you still didn’t completely believe it. It just seemed too unbelievable to be true. You looked behind you and the uneasiness increased when you realised that the horse wasn’t there anymore.
“It’s dangerous for a young lady to be walking by herself so late at night.”
You spun around and saw no one. You blinked at the darkness and then jumped as the click of a lighter cut through the silence. A flame danced in the blackness and lit up the face of the most infamous man in Birmingham. You had also been warned against the Shelby’s and not just because of the obvious reasons.
‘Stay away from the Shelby family,’ your mother had told you one day, ‘For darkness lies within them.’
You swallowed thickly and took a step away from him.
“Mr Shelby.” You said as you tried to stop the shake in your voice
“Tommy.” He corrected you, smiling at your nervousness
“I’m quite safe,” you said, “I’ve taken this route home hundreds of times before.”
“I wonder why.”
“I said-“
“I’ll walk you home.”
The tone of Tommy’s voice told you that there was no room for argument. It was a peaceful silence which you weren’t expecting from the gangster. You took the cigarette he offered you as the two of you continued your walk in the darkness. However, there was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Tommy, seeing to sense your growing unease, looked over at you.
“What’s wrong.” He stated
“Nothing. Just tired.”
“Don’t lie to me y/n.”
You frowned, coming to a halt.
“How do you know my name?” you asked
Tommy walked several more steps before stopping. He didn’t turn around and took another drag out his cigarette. He looked at you over his shoulder and said,
“It’s late. You really should be home.”
He didn’t wait for your response as he continued to walk. It was then that you realised what it was that had been bothering you. It sounded like Tommy was walking on wet ground but it hadn’t been raining.
“It was you,” you said, “The horse.”
Tommy sighed and once again stopped. He turned around and you found yourself frozen to the spot. You wished that you had the strength to run away but it was as through your blood had turned to ice.
“It would’ve easier for you if you just accepted my offer.” He said
“Offer?”
“Yes,” Tommy slowly walk over to you, “But it seems that… other methods might be needed.”
He raised a hand and grazed his fingers down your cheek. His fingers were icy and his bright blue eyes shone in the darkness. You became aware of just how quiet it was. It was as though you and Tommy were the only two people left in Birmingham.
“This is certainly going to be interesting. Isn’t it, love?”
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f1united · 3 years ago
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Ensemble - Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift
Charles Leclerc x Reader
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Summary: Your Arthur Leclercs best friend. So why, after a random night in London, are you falling for his brother?
Chapter One: The Start
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex.
Word Count: 5.8k
Note: This chapter begins in London and is marked where it switches to Mykonos. There are then some flashbacks mixed in so just watch out for those. Let me know your thoughts, enjoy!
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Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift
Not long after Pierre had joined your table, Charles emerged from the toilets. Pierre had waved his hands to inform him of his updated location as he sat in the empty seat, unknowingly signing himself up for a night full of girly gossip and drama. The evening was spent reminiscing on childhood memories and sharing stories. It wasn't until Nat checked her phone that you realised how late it was getting.
"We better get going," She announced as she checked her phone. "The last train is in half an hour." You lived just outside of London which meant that most nights out were cut short by trains unless you had booked a hotel. You hummed in agreement as you finished your drink watching as Pierre began to whisper in Lucy's ear. They'd been flirting all night so her next sentence didn't come as much of a surprise.
"I'm going to chill with Pierre for a bit, I'll find my own way home tomorrow" The rest of the girls saw it coming too.
"Are you sure?" Katie asked. "I don't want you ending up in London on your own with no way home." She had a point. London could be quite daunting when it was late and dark, especially if you weren't a local.
"Well why don't you stay too?" Charles nodded his head towards you as he spoke. "That way you could leave together." Not one part of you questioned Charles' intentions as he spoke. He remained the responsible 'Arthur's older brother' that was being sensible and mature, making sure that everyone got home safely.
"If that's alright with you?" Your question was answered with a nod of his head. You all began to grab your things and headed outside, saying your goodbyes, telling them to text you when they were home safe as they encouraged you to do the same. By the time they'd headed for the station, Pierre and Lucy were already nowhere to be seen.
"I'm not sure about you but I'm in no rush to go back to the apartment just yet!" You spoke to Charles as you looked at the night sky above you.
"Where do you want to go in the meantime?"
“Have you ever explored London before?" You answered his question with one of your own. He shook his head. "So you haven't seen all beautiful sites it has to offer." The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you pointed down the alley way you were walking past full of black bins and plastic bags full of rubbish.
"I've only ever been here to celebrate races and I can't say I've seen much other than the inside of some bars and restaurants.”
"Well you're in for a long night Leclerc." Two hours ago Charles wanted nothing more than for him and Pierre to go back to the apartment. The lack of alcohol he'd consumed throughout the night was only adding to the tiredness he'd accumulated over the race weekend. However as you dragged him through the streets of London he realised there was no place he'd rather be.
You'd ridden Boris bikes alongside the River Thames, shown him your favourite restaurant in Covent Garden and taken him through Piccadilly Circus all the way to Oxford Street where closed shops lined the dark streets, pointing out your favourite ones as you cycled past. He never did things like this. As a F1 driver it was difficult for him to go almost anywhere without going unnoticed but tonight not one person had recognised him because for the night he was just a normal person with another normal person having a good time. 
After abandoning the Boris bikes at the nearest drop off point you both headed towards the apartment. It belonged to Charles' mother and was often used by you and Arthur whenever he'd come to visit and couldn't stay with you.
"You seem happier than when I last saw you." His comment made you smile. It was all he could think about as you wondered through the dark streets. The last time you'd seen him you'd just broken up with your ex. Your relationship had been on and off for years but you'd finally called it quits for good. It didn't take a genius to see the relationship was making you unhappy, the anxiety, tears and sleepless nights were picked up on by everyone albeit your efforts to hide it. Arthur was the only person who truly knew what was going on and it hurt him to see his best friend in so much pain when she thought she was in love.
"Thank you, I'm in a much better place now. I've had time to focus on myself." You'd completely lost yourself throughout the time you were together, focusing so much on what he'd wanted and expected rather than what made you happy. The situation had increased your maturity and for that reason you were grateful your first heartbreak had come at such a young age. You'd correctly assumed that Arthur had made Charles aware of your sensitiveness to the situation to some extent as he made no further comments. 
He had approached Arthur with concern after your last meeting. Despite a fun grand prix weekend you'd been blinking back tears and spent most of the time with a blank expression on your face. He hated it. He could see you trying to compose yourself, when he came to thank you for coming you'd done your best to smile, your voice was laced with excitement, but your eyes were empty, drained of emotion. He was grateful to see it had made its way back.
"Did you know I've never been to Harrods?" His random fact was a relief as he quickly changed the subject, allowing your mind to be brought back to the present rather than the dark times from the past.
"Even I've been to Harrods Charles. We should go tomorrow, you'd have a field day in the clothes section." As a part time student most of your spare money went into savings, a fund you'd created for your planned travels when you were done with your studies. It wasn't very often that you brought yourself nice things so despite your multiple trips to Harrods, you'd never actually purchased anything. You could see him deliberating your suggestion in his head. 
"You can wear sunglasses and a hat with your mask, just don't wear a bright red Ferrari top and I'm sure we'll be able to keep ourselves to ourselves."
"Don't you have work tomorrow?" His question brought you back to reality slightly.
"I'll call in sick?" you offered. It suddenly occurred to you that this was the longest time you and Charles had ever been alone together and the idea of leaving wasn't something that you wanted to think about just yet. 
Charles opened the apartment door with caution, neither of you wanted to interrupt your friend’s spontaneous night, nor hear any of the antics they were getting up to. You frowned at each other as you stepped into the entrance corridor. There were no faint voices, no mumbling or laughs, just the hum of the city that echoed through the slightly open window.
“Maybe they didn’t come back here,” your judgement became increasingly more likely as you followed Charles towards the kitchen and stood around the island.
“I’ll send him a text.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped away before placing it on the marble countertop. It lit up with Pierre's reply not long after he'd set it down. “They went to some hotel, apparently he’s dropping her home in a second.”
“He’s not the type to bring girls back to his home turf then,” you took the bag off your shoulder and placed in on the counter, grabbing a hair tie from inside and gathering your locks into a low ponytail. “Smart move.” Charles shrugged his shoulders at your observation.
He’d never really thought about it before, but he was the same. The few casual hook ups that he’d had over the years had never been in places he spent a lot of time like his house in Monaco, or his favourite holiday home in Mykonos, and never this apartment. Sure, he’d slept with people in those cities, but never in his space. You were right though; it was easier to forget about the crime if you never returned to the scene.
"Do you have anything I can change into?" 
“There’s a top on the end of my bed.” You thanked him as you made your way towards his room. “I’ll grab some of my things so I can crash on the sofa once you’ve changed.” You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him as you stood in the doorway.
“I’m not kicking an f1 driver out of their own bed Charles, especially not post race weekend.” You crossed your arms as you lent against the door frame. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He argued.
“It’s one night Charles, I really don’t mind.”
“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He repeated.
“Well then it looks like we’re sharing the bed.” Your words not only surprised you, but also Charles. Neither of you were sure where this increased confidence had come from, but you didn’t want it to become awkward, so you tried to justify your statement. “Me and Arthur used to share a bed all the time!”
The look on his face as your eyes met with his across the room was one you’d so desperately been seeking without realising it. His head cocked, eyebrows raised and small smirk tugging its way onto his lips provided reassurance, giving you the confidence to confirm that this relationship was very different to your one with Arthur. You already knew it, you had felt it every time you’d looked at him since you were about 16, but this was the first time you could say with certainty that it was reciprocated.
Charles was dying to climb into bed with you. To wrap his arms around you and stay like it all night. He didn’t care about the fact that your hair would be in his face or that his arm would most likely be dead within the first half an hour. He just wanted you there with him, so he could learn things about you that he didn’t already know and fall asleep with the scent of your faded perfume beneath his nose. He suggested that he’d sleep on the sofa because he knew that wasn’t what you were implying. 
“I’ll stay on my side,” you offered. “Promise.”
That’s what he was afraid of. Charles was a respectful man, he wouldn’t cross boundaries without permission, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without your touch. The thought of your body lying so tantalisingly close to his while dressed in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts was driving him crazy.
“I’m a very good sleeper, you won’t even know I’m there.”
You couldn’t stop listing reasons for Charles to join you. He wished you would stop; his head was already full of so many.
“Well go and get comfy and I’ll join you in a minute,” In that moment he made the decision to give in knowing that if this was the only chance he got to lay in bed with you he'd take the opportunity, whether your bodies were intertwined or not. “Do you need a drink or anything?”
“A water would be great!” You smiled as you turned around and headed to the bedroom. Charles spent the next few minutes alone in the kitchen trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea. That it was wrong. You were his brother’s best friend and he shouldn't be this nervous or excited to lay next to you, but no matter how hard he tried to dislike the situation he couldn’t because it just felt right.
By the time he joined you in bed you’d already made yourself incredibly comfortable. He chuckled at the site of you tangled in the duvet before climbing in next to you. You laid facing each other and remained that way as you chatted about memories from the past. Childhood holidays and his earliest racing days to you latest life plans and hopes for the future. That's how you drifted to sleep, listening to his voice was more comforting than you'd like to admit. When you awoke in the morning you were unsure what terrified you more, the feeling of one of you completely reducing the few centimetres of space left between you or never knowing what Charles’ touch felt like.
*****
Maybe that’s why you were so unimpressed when Charles and Pierre joined the several of you seated around the long table on the patio with two unknown girls. The number of cocktails you’d consumed weren’t providing you with a great amount of rationality but then again it was difficult to justify being annoyed when you had no reason to be in the soberest of situations. The only person to blame was yourself, you’d had the chance to experience a night with Charles and a combination of your stubbornness, maturity and (let’s face it) fear of what could happen had meant that you’d missed out.
It was only as she threw her head back at one of his comments that it hit you, you were jealous. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years. Ever since your last relationship you had lacked almost every kind of emotion. You’d dated people since but that connection was never really there which is why you were full of confusion at the situation presenting itself to you. The feelings felt foreign to your body and you weren’t sure how to deal with them, so you did the one think that you were too young to do back then. Get drunk and try to forget about them for a night.
"Are you listening? Drink up, we're leaving in a second!" Arthurs voice provided a distraction from your thoughts whilst encouraging them. You tilted your head back as you finished the remainder of your champagne, your arm was already reaching out for the nearest bottle to see if you could sneak in a quick refill. You didn’t even like champagne but after having run out of cocktails about an hour ago you didn’t really have much choice. In any other situation you would’ve declined and waited until you were at the club but you weren’t really in the mood to sober up right now. You got up to follow everyone to the taxis, deciding that the bottle had too much in to be left at the table to waste, but not enough in that you couldn't finish it before you reached you destination. Putting the bottle to your lips this time, you took another gulp.
He noticed. He noticed the vast amount of alcohol you had consumed thus far. The unbothered façade you'd displayed during dinner was picked up by him the second he’d glanced in your direction. Your eyes often met his across rooms, at events, in the paddock, even at family dinners and it was always followed by a shared smile, but tonight you hadn't even looked at him and he couldn't stand it. Although he couldn’t be certain, he had a good idea what the cause was. Guilt was slowly consuming his thoughts. He shouldn’t have felt guilty, there was no real reason to, yet he did.
He knew if he had come alone you would've had a couple of drinks with dinner, just enough to prepare yourself for the club afterwards, allowing the sweaty people and sticky floor to become slightly bearable. He also knew that you weren't a huge drinker and that the lack of food you had consumed at dinner would only worsen the matter which was evident as he watched you fall into a taxi with Arthur and Carla as he climbed into a separate one with Pierre and, what they appeared to be to everyone else, their ‘dates’.
The club was busy, everyone excited to be back on the dance floor after its absence over the past year or two. Although it would've been nice to spend some more time with him, you were thankful that the crowds had engulfed you so you'd lose sight of Charles and her. You'd found your way to the middle of the dance floor and you remained there for hours losing track of time and somehow your friends too.
Unbeknown to you, Charles had lost his 'date' at the first chance he had. He'd met her on a boat during the day with Pierre and when his best friend had invited her best friend for dinner he felt bad for not doing the same. He was sitting at the bar with Pierre who'd picked up on the amount of attention he was paying you as you danced along with random strangers. The Frenchman questioned what he was doing when he noticed Charles tighten his jaw. Charles nodded his head in your direction and the pair watched as a man approached you.
The guy in front of you was only offering to buy you a drink but you knew you were way over your limit. You'd politely declined, naively assuming that he'd disappear back into the sea of faces but that wasn't the case. Your refusal  clearly not accepted as he insisted. grabbing onto your arm in an attempt to pull you in the direction of the bar. Yanking your arm out of his grip you instantly managed to sober up as you came to the realisation you were going to have to fight this battle alone.
Charles knew you were a big girl, that you could handle yourself in almost any situation thrown your way, but as the guy reached out to touch you he could've sworn he moved quicker than his Ferrari. His presence shocked you as you flinched slightly at the unfamiliar grip on your waist.
"It's just me ma belle." Charles whispered calmly into your ear, placing a feather light kiss onto your cheek. Relief instantly washed over your body. You wished you could focus on the conversation that Charles was now having with the strange man in front of you but you couldn't. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your skin heating beneath Charles' fingertips and the tingling sensation that lingered where he'd planted the kiss. He'd never touched you before, the brief hugs being the most contact you'd ever shared, and now he was standing in a club with his hand around your waist as he fended off a random guy who'd taken an interest in you. "I think we should head home." When Charles spoke it felt as though each word was coated in sex as it left his lips. He hadn't meant it in a sexy way, you knew that. He wanted to take you home so you were safe. However his intense grip on your waist and his stubble lightly grazing your cheek when he leaned in to speak to you was putting thoughts into your mind that you knew shouldn't be there.
You looked up at him, your eyes locking for the first time that night. Your eyes always showed a lot of emotion. Your body language was often hard to read but you always made eye contact when you spoke. He frequently used it to determine what mood you were in but this time he was met with one he'd never seen before. Despite them having a drunken glaze, your dilated pupils held a look of lust. He could've sworn you were mentally undressing him. You weren't. Instead you were thinking of how much you wanted him to undress you.
"I think that's a good idea." He could hear the smirk in your voice over the sound of the music as you let your lips gently brush his ear lobe while you spoke. He shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath in an attempt to pull himself together. You were disappointed when his hand left your side but satisfied when it quickly intertwined itself with yours. His skin was softer than you were expecting, the rough patches slowly disappearing over the summer break. Your hands remained that way as you walked through the streets of Mykonos. Neither of you spoke, you just remained in a comfortable silence. As the villa came into view Charles was basically marching down the street, his strides increasing as your little legs tried to keep up. He dropped your hand when he reached the door, searching his pockets for the key to unlock it.
The villa was colder than you were expecting, a shiver ran down your spine as the air con hit you. You headed towards the kitchen and grabbed your sweater off one of the bar stools, sliding it on over your outfit.
“So you’d let Carla drive your car huh?” his face instantly broke out in a smile as you relieved some of the tension between you both. “You know that’s not true.” Charles followed you to the kitchen and watched as you perched yourself on the edge of the counter. He poured a glass of water and took a sip before handing it to you which you gratefully accepted.
“You’d let your date drive it instead?” He rolled his eyes as he chuckled at your sarcasm, hoping that you’d forgotten about the girl he’d sat next to during dinner as quickly as he had. “How many girls get a turn before me?” Although he didn't let it show, your question had offended him slightly. Despite his popularity with women he was never one to disrespect them, especially not you. He took a step closer to you, standing directly in front of your legs that were pressed firmly together.
“You’re the only one I want to see in that seat mon Cherie,” That was one nickname that he’d never called you, yet it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly. He leaned against your legs and you slowly parted them so he could stand in between, closing the distance between you both. “I’d let you drive it again in a heartbeat.” Your eyes were fluttering between his eyes and lips, your stare only breaking when he leaned in to speak in your ear just like he’d done in the club. He placed a kiss on your cheekbone and slowly worked his way up to your ear.
“You looked very sexy behind the wheel of my car.” You locked your hands with his while he continued to speak, closing your eyes in a desperate attempt to try and calm your heart rate down. You wanted to say something back, engage more in the conversation, but for the first time in a long time you were at a loss for words. You loved driving, you'd often join the boys go karting growing up and learned to drive as soon as you could, so when Charles asked if you wanted to drive his Ferrari back to your home after your Harrods shopping trip you were more than excited. It was a nice change from the train ride you were expecting.
He'd watched your eyes light up when you realised he was being serious. It was the closest you'd ever been to driving something even remotely similar to an f1 car despite it being different in so many ways. Your smile was infectious as you put your foot down on the motorway, leaving London behind. You'd never even driven an automatic car so this was a completely new experience. He'd taught you how to use the paddles to manually change gears if you wanted to and how to shift through its different modes as you drove around. The only disappointing part of the journey was reaching your destination, your trip home considerably quicker than you would've wanted. After spending the whole time focused on going fast and not crashing, you'd selfishly not noticed how Charles was feeling throughout the drive.
He'd been trying to keep his eyes trained on the road in front of him but couldn't help steal a glance in your direction every now and then. He was always surrounded by fast cars, something he realised after seeing you sat in his driving seat he'd begun to take for granted. He felt overwhelmed with pride, he was the one who was making you this happy. He felt privileged seeing you this free as your hair flew around in the wind while you rested a hand out the side of the car, trying to resist the force of the air pushing it back. It was his turn to be selfish as he realised that he always wanted to keep that moment for himself. He didn't want anyone else to make you feel like this, give you this experience. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.
“Don’t go quiet now mon Cherie.” That nickname. Again. “I think we still need to discuss what happened in the shower.” You instantly snapped back into reality at the mention of the shower. His hand fell from yours and toyed with the bracelet on your wrist. The one that you nervously played with in situations like these. The one that he’d gifted you last year. The one with his name etched into it.
The morning that you'd woke up in Charles' bed you were alone. An empty bed was something you'd become accustomed to over the past couple of years but in this instance it made you awaken quicker. The note left on his pillow stopped you from worrying, he was out on a run.
You respected his commitment to his career and took the opportunity to go for a shower. The warm water felt refreshing against your skin, goose bumps slowly appearing across your skin at the sudden change in temperature. Rubbing Charles shower gel into your skin you closed eyes and lent your head against the tiled shower wall. It wasn't clear at what point you'd become so aroused, but  the steam from the shower and the smell of Charles covering you definitely had something to do with it. You allowed your hands to roam your body, his name unexpectedly falling from your mouth as you brushed past your breasts. The careless use of his name had caused your eyes to widen and your hand to clamp over your mouth. It had left you lips so naturally but felt inappropriate to say aloud.
It wasn't until a few days later that you realised he'd heard. He almost hadn’t. If he’d unlocked the apartment a mere three seconds later your words wouldn’t have reached his ears. His run had been sweaty and he was still out of breath but his panting soon stopped. His eyes widened as he heard his name leave your lips and he froze. He didn’t want to announce his presence, he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear it and didn’t want you to feel embarrassed that he had. He didn’t know what to do. He felt as though he was invading your privacy but knew that if he shut the door you’d hear it close and know he was there. So instead he stuck his foot between the door and the doorframe to keep it slightly open as he waited for the sound of the shower to finish running. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but he failed. All he could think about was you, in his shower, without him and how badly he wanted to join you, just so he could make his name fall from your mouth the way it just did over and over again.
You thought you'd gotten away with it. He'd entered the apartment just as you were stepping out the bathroom and he'd acted as cool as ever. The weekend was slowly becoming a distant memory that you were trying hard not to dwell on, hating that you were missing his presence so much already. It wasn't until you were at work the following week that it became apparent your secret crush was no longer a secret. You were in the office early, earlier than everyone else. That wasn’t unusual, you liked to be in early as it often meant you could leave earlier too. What was unusual was the box placed neatly on your desk.
Although the small parcel was addressed to you, you opened it with hesitation. A small gasp left your lips as your unwrapping revealed a red box, the golden engraving of the word ‘Cartier’ on top. Confused, you gently opened to box revealing a bracelet.
You placed it on your desk as you searched for a note. Despite it being awfully obvious who it was from, you wanted some kind of confirmation or, better yet, a reason as to why someone had put this into your possession. You'd spotted it in Harrods with Charles. You hadn't mentioned it, just spent a few minutes mindlessly staring at its beauty. There was no point even considering buying it for yourself, the price tag was close to your yearly salary. Eventually you found the note. 
'I've heard you like to moan it'
You picked up the bracelet once more, analysing it as you did so. It was so discreet, discreet enough that if the note wasn’t a big enough hint you might never have realised. His name. Etched into the inside of the band in the same font as the word ‘Cartier'. Any other name and he wouldn’t have been able to get away with it. No one had picked up on its personalisation in the past year. It had remained your little secret.
You gulped loudly, unsure of what to say next. The dull lighting hid your cheeks as they flushed red with embarrassment, just like they'd done when you'd read his note. Luckily it was situations like these you considered your stubbornness a strength. "All I could thing about was how much I wanted you to touch me Charles." With your lips dangerously close to Charles' ear you'd somehow managed to complete your sentence with confidence. The conviction in your voice had satisfied Charles although it was obvious that he hadn't expected it as he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eyes. It was the first time you'd seen them so dark out of his crash helmet. They didn't have the same teasing smile paired with them as they did only a few moments ago. For a brief moment your heart dropped. What if he was just teasing you and you'd taken it too far? 
"Say something." Your voice was barely audible despite the eerie silence that had settled in the kitchen as Charles picked up on your nervousness. His expression softened but he remained silent, placing his forehead against yours and gently brushing your noses. You both very quickly realised there was no longer the need for words. The last thing either of you wanted to do right now was have a conversation about what was going on because quite honestly neither of you were sure. All you knew was that as soon as the space between your lips closed, there was no going back. You were craving each other's touch and it was as though the kiss you were yet to share would be the seal of approval you both needed to explore each other in a way you hadn't before.
You'd had enough of the teasing, enough of the wondering and what ifs, enough of wasting time without knowing how his lips felt against yours. You moved your head up slightly brushing your lips with his before releasing one of your hands from his grasp and placing it on the back of his head, pulling it down slightly. As soon as your lips pressed against his you became overwhelmed with emotions. You relaxed into it, it felt so right. His hands began to explore your body, one placed on your thigh and the other tracing lines up and down your back, sitting on the counter top had worked in your favour as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't long before his tongue found yours as you let your hands snake beneath his shirt feeling his back and arms tense beneath you as he lifted you up from the side and placed you on the dining table which was at a slighter lower level. 
His mouth left yours and you let out a small groan of frustration, he smiled at the sound as you realised he was only doing it to strip you of the sweater you'd not long ago put on, allowing him to rid you of it, not caring how cold it was anymore. In between the kisses he was placing down your neck you pulled his top over his head. Your eyes were trained to his shoulders as you admired him, only shutting when he re-joined your lips. 
The sound of a key turning the lock at the front door caught Charles' attention. There was a high chance he'd consumed less alcohol than you tonight which is why he giggled slightly when you chose to ignore the sound and bring him back in for another kiss. 
“WE’RE HOME” Arthur voice echoed round the villa. The sound of his brothers voice was enough for you to release him from your grip.
“Shhhhhhhhhhh, it’s 3am people will be sleeping.” Carla tried to whisper but the tiled walls carried the sound throughout the villa. You didn’t know if anyone else was home, you hadn’t checked and to be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. The only thing on your mind was Charles.
“Y/N and I are in the kitchen,” Charles called back. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed his shirt you'd thrown across the kitchen and redressed himself, not until Arthur stumbled through the door way knocking into chairs and making them squeal as the legs glided across the floor. You both watched as he regained balance and muttered a drunken apology before sitting himself on the floor.
"Good night Arthur?" you laughed slightly at the sight of him on the floor, he'd never been the most elegant drunk but at least he was entertaining.
"Great night." He confirmed as he laid himself down, a laugh leaving Carla's lips as she stared at the state of him. If someone had spoken to you a couple of hours ago you would've probably had a different opinion but as it turned out, you were starting to agree with him.
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Pregnancy scare with the Batboys?
These all happen at different times in their lives. Dick at 24, Jason 26, and Tim 20 because I feel like that’s the ages they’d like have this.
Warning: it’s gotta little bit of everything. Fluff, smut, convenience story robbery, blood, one little crude sex joke.
Dick
“I stopped at the store and got everything we need before the store comes in. Even got those pad tampon things you use,” Dick said waving the box proudly. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the box.
“And what prompted that?” You asked, eyes narrowed.
“A coupon deal on them,” Dick answered and you laughed.
“That makes more sense. Let me put these up and I’ll cook dinner,” you said, walking to the bathroom.
“Nope! I’m cooking,” Dick said happily.
“Okay,” you said planning to help him anyways.
You walked in the bathroom to put the box in your usual drawer only to find it full. When was the last time you needed one? You did the math and realized that it’s been almost 2 months. With your university schedule being crazy and Dick got hurt a few weeks ago, you’d forgotten all about your period.
You skin chilled at the thought. What if you were- what if you were pregnant? You were too young. You were 24 but it felt too young. You were only dating. You hadn’t gotten to the kids talk yet.
“Hey babe, where is the- what’s wrong?” Dick asked from the doorway. He looked at the package in your hand and the matching one in the drawer with confusion.
“Uh, I missed my period last month,” you said and his eyes widened. “I completely forgot.”
“Oh.”
He looked at you frozen. “Wait- are you saying you might be...”
“Maybe,” you answered. “We gotta get tests and everything. And stress can mess it up. And we’ve been using protection every time.”
“Yeah. I’ll run to the store, okay?” He said before hurrying out the door. You sat on the toilet with the box still in hand. What if you were pregnant? Dick was a good guy but he didn’t exactly have a ton of money. He was a part time gymnastics teacher. You were in college.
“Okay I got 4,” Dick said, back in record time. He gave you the bag and watched you.
“Dick?”
“Hu?”
“Get out of the bathroom.”
“Oh right,” he said, leaving and shutting the door. You could hear him pacing as you took the tests. You unlocked the door as you waited for the tests to finish. A neat little row of absolute terror on the side of the bathtub.
“Are they done?” Dick asked anxiously.
“No. We wait two minutes,” you said almost hollowly with stress and he nodded roughly.
“If you are... I’ll be here. I’ll be here for whatever you decide. No matter your choice,” Dick said holding your hands. You gulped.
“Yeah. Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot,” you said with a little laugh. He hugged your shoulders.
“Things have been crazy,” Dick said with a shrug. Your phone alarm went off and you quickly looked at all of the tests. Negative. You both relaxed. You sighed in relief.
“That would have been crazy,” you said with a laugh. Dick laughed a little too. “I am not ready to be a mom.”
“Yeah. Same. I’d need a better job and a better place. Not that there’s anything wrong with our apartment but it’s too small for a baby,” Dick rambled on. He stopped when he noticed your little grin. “You know, I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you.”
You didn’t answer but pulled him in for a kiss that Dick eagerly returned before finally pulling away because you were in the bathroom surrounded by used pregnancy tests and boxes of menstrual products.
“I’ll clean up while you get dinner started. Yeah?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Dick said with a kiss to your cheek.
Jason
You’d been thinking about it for a few days with a sense of denial. Your period was late. And you were mentally freaking out. You were too young. I mean, you were 26 but it felt too young! Your relationship was too new! You had been dating for 2 years but it felt too fast!
You hurried down to a corner store that you didn’t normally visit near your apartment to grab some tests. You jumped a little when the bell on the door rang as another customer entered the store. You had been too worried and stressed about picking from the 7 different types of pregnancy tests. Were they all the same or totally different? You just wanted to know ‘baby or naw.’ You grabbed three and put them in a hand basket.
“PUT your hands up where we can see them,” a man yelled and you froze before looking up, your hands above your head, basket on your wrist. “Take off any jewelry and pull out your wallets. We’ll be taking those,” a man in a ski mask said. There were a total of 12 customers and 2 shop clerks.
You carefully pulled your crossbody bag off your shoulder and held it out. A man grabbed it roughly from you and you made a tiny noise that made him smile. He looked you over and you wanted to shrink away.
There was a loud crashing noise as the side glass was broken and a man with a pair of guns blazing stood in the middle. The bright red helmet let you know that it was Jason and you almost sagged in relief. Almost. He pointed the gun at both criminals and shot at their knees. The rubber bullets hit them both in the knees and they fell before you could even move. He quickly punched them both in the head and they lost consciousness. Jason roughly tied them up by the register and everyone started to leave the building quickly while grabbing their things.
Jason grabbed you and pulled you from the building and up to the roof, basket still on your wrist. He rolled his helmet off and looked you over.
“Are you alright?” He asked holding your face in his hands. You grasped his wrists.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He looked you over before his eyes fell to the basket. Jason froze as he looked at the contents. A candy bar and 3 pregnancy tests.
“Are you? Why do you have these?” He asked, looking at your face quickly. You sat the basket down.
“Maybe,” you answered quietly. His mouth opened a little as if you speak but he didn’t. “I mean, I’m late.”
“Okay. Alright,” he said nodding. “We just need to test first. God, you were almost shot and you might be pregnant.”
He pulled you tightly in his arms until the armor pressed against you. Jason’s lips pressed against the side of your head. For one of the first times, he looked scared.
Back at your apartment, you could hear Jason pacing as you took the test. You unlocked the door and he came in, staring at them. Neither one of you spoke before the results came in. Negative. You breathed a sigh of relief.
“I would have been there for you. No matter what. But I’m glad that it’s negative. We should plan this stuff, you know? My job... it’s too dangerous,” Jason said carefully.
“I know. We can’t,” you said with a dry smile.
“I’d quit. If you were. So that you and the baby would be safe,” he said and you quickly looked at him.
“You shouldn’t have to,” you said.
“But I would.”
Tim
Tim’s hands were tight on your hips as he thrust in your from behind and you couldn’t stop making little noises. God, were you always this tight? He could barely control himself and the second you clamped around him in pleasure, Tim came as well. Both of you panted as he roughly and slowly thrust through your highs. Tim pushed in deeply before stopping to catch his breath and then pulling out.
“Fuck,” he said in a terrified voice. You turned to look at him confused. “The condom came off.”
Your eyes widened at the implication. “Did you- did you finish inside?” You asked as cold panic flooded your body. You were only using condoms at this point in time.
“Yeah. Definitely,” he said, looking down and in literally any other situation he would have loved the sight before him. His cum leaked out of you and Tim winced.
After a few minutes of trying to finally get the useless condom out, you were almost in full freak out. You were only 20. You couldn’t get pregnant!
“I’ll get plan B. Unless you don’t want it,” Tim said looking at you.
“Good idea. We definitely need that,” you said nodding. “But you can’t go to the store and buy plan B. Timothy Drake-Wayne buys plan B. Playboy like his father Bruce Wayne? I could just see the headline. I’ll go.”
“Smart,” he said. You quickly took a shower and threw on clothes before running down to a pharmacy. Your heart pounded as you asked the pharmacist for a plan B but she simply gave you a box that you paid for. You took the pill before even leaving the store and threw away the evidence as if someone cared what you did.
That night you had some nausea and cramping but were fine otherwise. Tim was extra nice in the next few weeks as you both waited to see if your period would ever come. He put in effort to see you more often and stay off his phone when you were together. Finally you woke up one morning with cramps where actually pleasantly happy to see that you had finally started to bleed. That didn’t happen often.
You told Tim who sagged in relief. He didn’t even know how much tension he held in his body before releasing it. He kissed your cheek and you laughed a little.
“Never buying that brand of condoms again,” he swore.
“I’m making an appointment to get birth control,” you said and he quickly turned to you.
“Really? No more condoms?” Tim said hopefully.
“It’ll take a little while to start working but yeah,” you said with a little smile. “Then I can be your Twinkie instead of your toaster strudel,” you laughed.
“Wow. I wish I could time travel to unhear that,” Tim said covering his face with a hand while laughing.
“You know that’s a good joke,” you laughed pushing his shoulder.
“...yeah,” he said with a grin.
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Burn The Witch 10 - Bad Influence [Bucky Barnes x Reader]
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s an extra chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤
Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.
Summary: Some nights are more hectic than others.
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Oh hell no.
Tonight was supposed to be a normal night. Boring even. You were supposed to stay at home, watch a cliché horror movie, eat noodles and worry about whether your fake boyfriend, who didn’t know he was your fake boyfriend, was safe and sound on yet another secret mission of his.
Okay, maybe not that normal of a night.
But what was not supposed to happen was your ex-boyfriend showing up out of nowhere at your door.
“I know we left things off a little awkward but that’s no reason to point a gun at me. I was just doing my job.”
“Walk away,” you said, “Go back to the circle of hell they unleashed you from.”
“I heard you’re fake dating Barnes?” he asked, “He looks like your type.”
“I’m going to give you three seconds, then I will start shooting.”
He hissed in a breath,
“Except you can’t,” he stated, “You have to keep your cover. Milkshake waitress having a gun? People would start asking questions.”
“You’re right,” you said through your teeth, “A knife would be much more silent.”
“What’s taking you so—“ Keith called out but he stopped talking as soon as he saw you two. His eyes narrowed almost immediately and he took a step but you threw yourself in front of him, knowing he was about to punch him.
“Keith, I got it.”
“What the fuck are you doing here dickhead?”
“Nice to see you too Keith,” Julian said, “Am I interrupting something? I always kind of wondered what was going on between you two.”
“Ew!”
“If I didn’t want to punch you before, I certainly want to do it now,” Keith stated and you shook your head.
“I got it,” you said, “Really, it’s fine. Go back to the living room.”
He gritted his teeth, “I’ll fuck you up the moment I get you alone, Julian.”
“I can pretend to be scared if you want,” Julian deadpanned as Keith walked back to the living room and you tucked your gun into the waist of your shorts again, crossing your arms.
“So what crossroad is missing its demon right now?” you asked and he tilted his head.
“Y/N.”
“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to say hi,” he said, “Is that so bad?”
“Yeah. Considering the shit you pulled, it is bad.”
“You would’ve done the same thing.”
“No I really wouldn’t,” you said “What, am I supposed to believe you’re here to say hello?”
“Yep,” he said, “It’s customary to meet or re-meet your team leader on a mission.”
You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him before you let out a bitter chuckle.
“Oh fuck no.”
“Hey take it up to the General, I didn’t ask to be put on a mission where you play the honeypot,” he said, “Speaking of, is Barnes head over heels yet? I know how charming you can be when you want to, call it a first hand experience.”
“You’re not a part of my team.”
“I sort of am.”
“It’s my team,” you insisted, “I didn’t give okay to you being on my—“
“I’m afraid that’s above both of our paygrades,” he pointed out, “Nothing you can do about it. Trust me, I won’t enjoy this either.”
“Oh you won’t?”
“You think I will enjoy watching you have a relationship with the goddamn Winter Soldier?” he asked, “As fake as it may be, it will look real.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“So I take it he doesn’t stay over yet?”
You ran your tongue over your teeth, shaking your head, “You know what?” you said, “I think I’ve had enough of this bullshit for the night. It’s always a displeasure to see you Julian, fuck off now.”
You slammed the door on his face and ran a hand over your face, making your way to the living room.
“General put him on the team?” Keith asked, “Is he serious?”
“Looks like it,” you checked your wristwatch, “I need to talk to him. Do you think I can-”
“Don’t call the General right now,” he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence, “You’re angry, and I get that, so am I but wait until tomorrow.”
“Keith, he can’t be in my team!” you insisted, “He can’t be trusted, you know he can’t!”
“Hey,” he grabbed you by the shoulders, “I know. I know what he’s done, I know he can’t be trusted. But the rest of your team got your back, okay? Especially me and Chloe. What happened at that last mission won’t happen again.”
You threw your hands up, “Ugh, fuck this shit!”
“We got this—” he started but then your phone started vibrating on the couch, making you both turn your heads. You leaned over to check the screen, then snatched the phone off the couch when you saw Bucky’s name flashing.
“I should take this,” you murmured and made your way to the bathroom to close the door behind you. You jumped into the empty bathtub and answered the phone.
“Hi Bucky.”
“Hi darling.”
Even the sound of that was enough to make a small smile warm your face and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back to the bathtub.
“You could’ve just texted, you didn’t have to call.”
“Nah I wanted to hear your voice.”
Your smile widened as you bit down on your lip.
“I wanted to hear your voice too,” you murmured, for once dropping the act, “God, you have no idea what kind of a terrible night I’m having.”
“What’s wrong?”
You scrunched up your face, scolding yourself in your head. “Just a…just a bad night.”
“Girls at soup kitchen are giving you a hard time?” he asked and you let out a chuckle.
“No,” you said, “I just heard some less than ideal news.”
“Do you need me there?”
You raised your brows, “Aren’t you on a secretive and highly dangerous mission?”
“Yeah,” he said, “Doesn’t matter, I’ll come if you need me. Do you?”
The clear difference between your ex-boyfriend and your current, albeit fake boyfriend was impossible to miss and you felt your throat getting tighter before you coughed.
Fuck no, you didn’t cry.
The last time you genuinely cried was when you were 16, and quite frankly you had no idea if you were even capable of doing it anymore.
“It’s fine,” you managed to say, “It can wait. Date night when you come back though.”
“Of course.”
“And actually I’ve been thinking about that,” you said, “It’s my turn, right? To pick the place?”
“Mm hm, we last went to Brooklyn.”
“So I was thinking what if we did one modern and one old times?” you asked, “I can pick the modern dates and you can pick the old times dates.”
“Huh,” he said, “That’s a good idea. Wait, you’re not going to drag me to one of those nightclubs, are you?”
You giggled, “Would it be that terrible?”
“Please don’t do that to me.”
“You don’t like dancing?”
“Not that kind of dancing.”
“You know, I keep waiting for you to actually utter the words ‘back in my day’, but it’s not happening.”
He chuckled, “Back in my day, we wouldn’t call that dancing.”
You hummed, slipping a little in the bathtub, “Good point,” you said, “So okay then, it’s settled. I got the modern and you got the old dates covered. What does that entail anyway? Home cooked meal dates?”
“Nope,” he said, “We’re dating, not married.”
You pulled your brows together, “How is that relevant?”
“Me being at your place or you being at mine would be very frowned upon,” he tut tutted, “Us together, without anyone else. Inside and privacy and all. Scandal, there’d be lots of gossip about your virtue.”
A clear laughter escaped from your lips and you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to pull yourself together.
“Right, my virtue,” you played along, “So I take it you have never been alone with a girl back in your day then? Since virtue was a huge deal?”
There was a pause on the other line, “I mean it wasn’t— it wasn’t that huge of a deal for everyone…” he trailed off, and you clicked your tongue.
“But overall, no Netflix and chill?”
“What’s Netflix and chill?”
You bit inside your cheek, trying to ignore the warmth at the pit of your stomach, “I know you hate to hear it, but you’re so cute.”
“No I’m not.”
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” you taunted him, “I won’t tell anyone.”
You heard Sam calling his name and there was a shuffle before he cleared his throat.
“I gotta go,” he said, “Promise to be safe?”
“Right back at you.”
“Good night sweetheart.”
“Good night.” you said and hung up, pressing the phone to your lips before you shook your head at yourself. You got off the empty tub and opened the bathroom door to step out, then found Keith busy with the noddle boxes in the kitchen.
“It’s still hot, and I took the liberty of texting Chloe,” he said, “She’s on her way.”
You tried to offer him a small smile.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” he grabbed the chopsticks, “But we might want to finish Scream before Chloe gets here, because knowing her, she will make us watch a rom-com.”
                                                ***
You should’ve known trying to change the General’s decision was a lost cause. He listened to your multiple reasons why it was a bad idea to have Julian in your team, but you could’ve been talking to a wall and it still wouldn’t have made a difference.
“I’m aware of your past with Julian,” he said with a sigh after you were done listing your reasons, “Trust me, this wasn’t an easy decision to make.”
“It’s not about my past with him, sir.” You forced yourself to say, “He can’t be trusted. He’s not a team player, he doesn’t think about anyone but himself-”
“It wasn’t just my decision to make him a part of the team, it was all your superiors’,” he said, “We believe that you’re professional enough to pull this off.”
You gritted your teeth, “Sir, it’s not—“
“He’s in your team and a part of the mission now,” he cut you off, “You’re dismissed, Shrike.”
You dug your fingernails into your palms and nodded, then left his office to march up to Chloe and Keith who were huddled over Chloe’s desk.
“What did he say?”
“That he’s not going anywhere.”
Keith clenched his jaw while Chloe heaved a sad sigh.
“I can try to talk to him if you want, but…”
“It won’t make any difference,” you said, “I know.”
Keith crossed his arms, leaning back to the desk, “I mean we could always poison Julian.”
“Keith.”
“Or he could get caught in the crossfire. Spies die like flies, you know that.”
“Don’t say that!” Chloe exclaimed, “You guys are spies too and I already feel way too worried about you.”
“No worries, the only type of death Y/N will get from Barnes is la petite mort.”
You smacked him on the arm, “Fuck you, we’re not sleeping together yet.”
“But you sort of want to,” Keith said, “I heard your giggling last night while talking to him.”
You shifted your weight and threw your shoulders back, “Yeah, so? It’s my cover.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to fuck his brains out.”
“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer!”
“I’m kind of excited about that too,” Chloe said and both you and Keith turned to her.
“Please tell me you don’t want to sleep with Barnes—“
“No!” Chloe said, “No I just… when Y/N wants to, we’ll go and get some vintage inspired lingerie so I’m excited for that.”
“We’re not going to do that Chloe.”
“Yeah, let the guy see the good things 21st century has to offer Chloe,” Keith winked at you and you rolled your eyes.
“You know what, I didn’t give you shit when you were the one undercover in Brazil and had to—“
“Y/N,” Julian’s voice reached your ears and a shiver ran down your spine, making you clench your teeth, “You have a minute?”
Chloe stole a look at Keith who glared at Julian while you raised your brows.
“Not for you Julian, no.”
“I just joined the team, you have to update me.”
“Actually she doesn’t because I already gave Sarah your file and I know that she gave it to you two hours ago,” Chloe stated and Keith nodded.
“Yeah and you’re standing a little too close, so why don’t you step back a little?”
Julian shot you a look, “Seriously? And you’re okay with this?”
“He’s right, you’re standing a little too close,” you stated, making him sigh.
“Y/N, we’re on the same team,” he reminded you, “We need to get along.”
“Actually, you’re on my team,” you corrected him, “I’m the leader in here. So technically, I don’t have to get along with you. You have to get along with me, seeing that you work under me.”
A small arrogant smirk curled his lips. “Wouldn’t be the first time I worked under you,” he said, “Brings back the memories.”
Your eyes narrowed and you tilted your head.
“It really does,” you mused, “The memory of the most boring ten seconds of my life, you tranquilized mattress.”
Keith snorted out his coffee while Chloe gasped, staring at you. You smiled at Julian sweetly, then grabbed your phone.
“Well, I’d better go,” you said, “Some of us have a mission to lead after all. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Have fun,” Keith said without taking his eyes off Julian, “I know we will.”
You winked at them and walked out of the bullpen, grinning to yourself.
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The following two days were an actual disaster. Bucky wasn’t in the city so you had nothing to do and nothing to report about. Not only that, you had also made it your own mission to avoid Julian but so far that mission had been a success.
You were beginning to suspect Keith and Chloe had something to do with it.
There was also something at the pit of your stomach. Something that made you both sad and uncomfortable at the same time, like an itch you needed to scratch and no matter what you did, it wouldn’t go away.
Chloe had this genius theory of you missing Bucky, but she was absolutely wrong.
You were just done with counting the money and locking the register when you heard the wind bell by the door chime, but you were way too busy with trying to place the mason jars on the shelf to even look around.
“Sorry, we’re closed,” you said but there was no answer. You froze for only a second before the spy in you kicked in and you grabbed the mason jar tighter before reaching out to grab the nearest knife. The footsteps didn’t signal that it was more than one person and you would throw the jar and judging by the angle of his shadow he would probably lean left to dodge it and that would be when—
“Hi beautiful.”
You whirled around, still holding the jar tight before you dropped it on the counter with the knife, staring at Bucky standing by the door.
“Oh thank God….” you rushed to jump into his arms and he caught you, lifting you off the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Somehow just his presence was enough to make up for these last terrible days and you closed your eyes for a moment while his hand cradled the back of your head, pressing a kiss on your temple.
“Hi,” you giggled as you pecked him on the lips, “I didn’t know you were back!”
“Oh we just arrived,” Bucky said as he put you down, “Sam went home and I came here. He says hi by the way.”
“Hi back,” you said and the duffel bag on the floor caught your eye, “Wait, you literally just arrived?”
“Mm hm.”
You hummed, pinching his chin between your fingers as you turned his face, making him smile.
“No bruises,” you commented “That’s a good sign. You scared me though, I thought you were a robber!”
“Yeah, speaking of,” he said, “Where’s your friend?”
“Tara? She had a date, and the part timer had an emergency, so I’m closing today.”
“By yourself?” he asked, “That’s not exactly being safe.”
“I can take care of myself,” you taunted him, “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Glad to be back,” his smile widened, “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
“Oh you don’t have to, you know I live close by. You should go home and get some rest, you look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“Y/N,” he said patiently, “It’s night time—“
“Meh, evening more likely.”
“It’s dark outside,” he said, “I’m walking you home, come on.”
You thought for a moment, then heaved a sigh.
“Okay,” you said and looked around to see whether you had missed anything, then grabbed your jacket and switched off the lights. He adjusted his duffel bag over his shoulder as you locked the shop then you both started walking.
“So I take it the mission was a success?” you asked, entwining your fingers with his vibranium ones. He still wasn’t used to it and he hesitated for only a second before he held your hand.
“Something like that.”
“How are you going to celebrate?”
He frowned, “Celebrate?”
“Yeah!” you said, “A nice thing happened, why wouldn’t you celebrate it?”
“We don’t really… celebrate missions.”
“Why not?”
He thought for a moment, “I don’t know,” he admitted, “Can I- can we celebrate it then? Together?”
“Oh we absolutely can,” you nodded, “How does tomorrow sound? It’s my time to pick the date, and I’m picking a bar with lots of celebration drinks.”
“There won’t be any dancing in this bar, right?”
“Not yet,” you wiggled your brows, “But I’m warning you, I have plans. We will push you out of that comfort zone of yours.”
“My shrink would like you.”
You tilted your head, “Is that a good thing?”
“Yep,” he said, “How about you? Do you feel better?”
You heaved a sigh and made a face, “Trying.”
“Anything I can do to help?” he asked, “Anything at all, I’m serious.”
A small smile warmed your face and you looked up at him.
“It’s fine,” you said “Thank you for asking though. It means a lot.”
He squeezed your hand like he was trying to assure you and you turned around to see him better as you stopped in front of the building.
“I’d ask if you wanted to a cup of coffee upstairs but…” you sighed dramatically, “My virtue and all.”
“Right,” he played along, “Of course not. We can’t have your neighbors get the wrong idea.”
“No chaperone or anything…”
“I’m astonished you’d even think of such a thing miss,” he said, trying to keep a straight face and you bit down on your lips.
“Well, thank you for being the perfect gentleman, mister,” you taunted him, then stood on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his, his arm around your waist tightening. He looked down at you as you pulled back, that soft light crossing his eyes again.
“Good night Bucky.”
“Good night,” he stole a kiss from you again and you giggled, then made your way into the building. You took the elevator and as soon as you reached your floor and stepped out, you found Keith fumbling with his keys by his door. He looked over his shoulder and you tilted your head, staring at his blood stained clothes.
“Why are you covered in blood?”
“Why are you grinning like a high schooler with a crush?” he asked back and you tried to control your expression. “Something tells me the answer to both of those questions is the same.”
“Mission?”
“Mission.”
You hummed and went to unlock your door as well while Keith leaned sideways to his doorframe.
“At least one of us is having fun on missions,” he pointed out and you curled your lips, shooting him a look.
“Aw you poor baby,” you said, “I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“No I’m not and you know why?” you pointed at him, “You didn’t bring me coffee the other day.”
He gasped dramatically and you let out a laugh, then closed your door behind you.
“That Barnes guy is a bad influence on you young lady!” he called out before closing his door as well and you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head.
“Yeah,” you murmured, “I think you might be right.”
Chapter 11
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rilakiwii · 3 years ago
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- cute dates with nct
part2; nct dream version
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(this is a second part to this post which contains nct127 members; I decided to include Mark and Haechan in this post too despite them being in the last one!)
- - - - ——— jeno
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꒰ long biking trip
꒰ you two would pack lots of snacks but mainly drinks! after all, staying hydrated is super important while biking
꒰ you'd also prepare spotify playlist together just for this occasion and listen to it during the trip
꒰ the route you took was also thought of before with lots of beautiful views
꒰ although Jeno would argue you were the most beautiful one...
꒰ ANYWAY, your calm trip was interrupted by rock that 'attacked' you and made you fall off your your bike
꒰ your scrapped knee almost gave Jeno a heart attack; he immediately told you to sit somewhere safe while he quickly found a store and bought cute band aids
꒰ 'okay, so which one would you like more? the one with dinosaurs or the one with hello kitty?'
'both are okay with me if you kiss it better after'
'oh... sure hah'
꒰ despite the small accident, you finished the trip with big smiles and hot cheeks
- - - - ——— chenle
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꒰ discovering street food together
꒰ having light breakfast so you'll have lots of appetite later
꒰ definitely holding hands for 'safety reasons' but let's be honest, you guys just wanted to do that
꒰ I feel like he'd be good at getting discounts/bonuses from sellers
꒰ he's just so cute; all he need is to show his puppy eyes once and everyone is swooing over him (you included!)
꒰ 'is it spicy?'
'I tried it and I don't think so honestly, it's not that spicy'
'...oh my, it's super spicy!'
'I'm sorry! here, have a drink!'
꒰ you two also take notes in your head to try and later remake the dishes
꒰ taking some takeout as well to leave for later/give to your friends
꒰ you two would also have a little map with your favorite food stalls marked
- - - - ——— mark
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꒰ chill, beach day
꒰ getting big and soft blanket to sit on; it probably has a cute print too
꒰ also, our man would never judge you in a swimsuit; he would do quite the contrary, extremely hype you up whatever you choose to wear
꒰ you'd have timer set up to make sure you always have good amount of sunscreen
꒰ he'd buy you as much ice cream as you'd like (and other snacks too)
꒰ having fights in water as if your life depends on it
꒰ sand castle competition is a must!
꒰ 'come on, my castle has a moat!'
'so what? mine has bascule bridge'
'are you kidding me? the bridge isn't even moving'
'I'm still working on it...'
꒰ the prize is... a kiss- which is basically a reward for both of you!
- - - - ——— jaemin
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꒰ spa day at home
꒰ suddenly, your home changes into an oasis of calmness and relaxation
꒰ you can definitely expect a nice bath with roses to chill out in (or just a sweet bouquet of roses if you don't like long baths)
꒰ you'd try homemade face masks but end up messing something up-
꒰ so in the end, you'd use sheet masks with adorable animal print on it
꒰ 'I want the cat one!'
'oh no, I wanted this one...'
'mhh okay, I'll take the bunny one then'
꒰ he'd also get you some cucumber slices for your eyes
꒰ snacking on tasty strawberries while waiting to take off face masks
꒰ he'd probably give you awesome massage later too
- - - - ——— haechan
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꒰ board/card game night
꒰ the competitive genes in you both would 100% wake up that night
꒰ chaotic play fights are normal for you two while playing
꒰ 'don't even try to take that spot-'
'ha, too late, this one is mine now!'
'you little, mean fox!'
'uuu are you going to cry?'
'I'm going to kick your ass in the next round!'
꒰ no one wants to play Monopoly with you anymore; y'all are too good! (or way too competitive...)
꒰ the moment cards get pulled up, you two instantly change into professional players
꒰ lowkey gambling but instead of money, you two gamble kisses-
꒰ so despite all the fighting, it ends up sweet
꒰ and you both always know when it's 'too much', never going overboard and saying sorry as soon as someone's get really upset
- - - - ——— renjun
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꒰ grocery shopping together
꒰ making a list before the little trip
꒰ he'd probably let you ride in the cart and push you around the store
꒰ playing 'rock, paper, scissors' everytime you can't decide on a flavor/a variant of something
꒰ 'oh my, I want the cereal box with Cinnamoroll on it!'
'Chococat is so much cuter though'
'whaaat? let's play and whoever wins gets to pick the box'
'I'll definitely win so yeah, sure!'
꒰ spending way too long in the fruit aisle picking perfect ones
꒰ you'd take cute photos of tv's with live feed of security cameras (the ones that sometimes are next to the entrance/exit)
꒰ you'd probably use coupons if possible; I mean, who doesn't like to save some money here and there?
꒰ he'd have a perfect and 'rehearsed' of packing (drinks first, then boxes, veggies at the top etc.)
- - - - ——— jisung
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꒰ apple-picking date (or pumpkin-picking, or cherry-picking, basically whatever you like)
꒰ having at least two photo sessions (one at the start and one during golden hour)
꒰ 'sneaking' in a bottle of warm tea/coffee in case it gets colder outside; you'd probably have a small blanket there too
꒰ taking small breaks and snacking on the fruits you picked
꒰ also, if it gets cold, you two would hug while being surrounded by your blanket
꒰ Jisung would be super scared whenever you'd climb the ladder
꒰ 'are you sure you want to do this?'
'hey, I'm careful! also, if you are that worried, you can hold the ladder and make sure it's secure'
'...okay, I promise to keep you safe'
꒰ after coming back home, you two would bake a tasty cake with everything you picked up earlier
꒰ it's even tastier after all the hard work you both did!
lots of love, rosie ♡
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