#sugar scull

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I’d love to think that recent Taylor’s dump in her stories is a dig at the shitshow airing rn with the tee’s caption about being everyone’s cup of tea lol, the “fragile” caption and the CAR - rusty and with a scull inside. Lol. So telling. I do really hope it’s a dig at Louise and Alex (despite the fact that it’s sad because speaks of Taylor not moving on completely yet. But she’s better! And looks more happy than Alex who’s supposedly in a happy relationship lol). And also about these “intriguing” Loulou’s posts… she’s making such a big deal out of this trip! Ffs! What’s so special about it? It’s New York, ok, not a big deal, she’s been there already! But she’s making it like it’s such a massive trip! Like she’s not been with Alex Turner for over 5 years already and not been to big cities before! Did she post the waffles and hotdog to “””””not””””” “”””””brag”””””” about her rich sugar daddy spoiling her with whatever expensive shit they ate at the posh restaurants he’s taken her to seem humble? It looks like a plain fangirlie screaming and pulling at her hair nevertheless. I thought she would’ve already been used to such a “luxury” lifestyle as she’s constantly trying to show us with her “””””””subtle”””””” Chanel bag and vip lounges🙄 so subtle, Louise, you’re truly just like us (Ahem, apparently literally)

I ate better last night in NYC than a park hotdog tho

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Jacobs' Journal: Tape #6 - The Mystery Guard

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: <breathing irregularly> Entry Six. I found him!

Jacobs: Of all things in a strange world to think, I owe it to a vending machine. Working for the Foundation is exciting. depending on the role you're in.

Jacobs: A typical researcher or maintenance worker would probably describe it as boring and repetitive. D-Class personnel, well... That's a different kind of exciting.

Jacobs: But for people like me, for lead scientists, doctors who have the freedom to dove into whatever subject they wish, however deeply they choose to go, this work is exciting... Regardless of other shortcomings on the part of the Foundation.

Jacobs: Now, there is one exception to this rule, one thing which has always been, and always will be subpar: the coffee. Out of every cutback we had to make, why do we skimp costs on the beans?

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: Due to a staff reduction at several safe sites for the holiday season, Site 19, being more populated by staff, placed a request to transfer scp-294 to our canteen for "research purposes". (amused huff) Now, I'm the kind of person who packs their own lunch out of obligation, which speaks volumes as to the quality of the food we're served here. <with disgust> Slop.

Jacobs: Anyway, someone decided to drink all of my coffee during a routine inspection of the Labs. (huff) Last time I leave my things in Bright's office for safekeeping. So I figured... why not try out the new machine? I'm not one to compliment the excrement of SCPs, having had more experience than I care to,... but if that cup wasn't The most wonderful feeling of warmth coursing through my body.

Jacobs: The taste was creamy without the cream, thick without the grits, perfection. Those sleepless nights just evaporated from my complexion. I considered pulling rank to ensure 294 would never leave this Site and that's when I saw him. The Guard, he was waiting in line for a cup of whatever he wanted.

Jacobs: How was I going to approach him? There were eyes everywhere, Hilliard's goons at the door. No chance without drawing attention to myself. I could swear he was trying to avoid eye contact with me. I knew I had to buy time, but now? That's when it hit me. Since we were heading into the holidays, I declared that today, the staff would be allowed to drink... alcohol. (smack) This was met with definite approval, and so I began dispensing spirits to all.

Jacobs: Bit by bit, the line shortened, and the Mystery Guard drew nearer. Several of the general security team stepped forward, and I knew they would be the perfect candidates. I offered them a drink each of one of my favorite Russian drinks from when I was stationed in Stalingrad. They accepted, eager to sample my recommendation. I turned to the Machine and declared, "Give me a glass of otvlechenye."

Jacobs: I ordered enough the group and let them be, one of them sculling half their pint as they left. After a few minutes, I wondered if my ploy had worked, and as my hope faded, one of the intoxicated guards began hurling punches at Hilliard's mandated escort. The fight picked up a few onlookers, and before long, almost a dozen people were carried out the door as part of the throng.

Jacobs: That was a stronger cup of "distraction" than I had intended, but it was surprisingly effective. The altercation couldn't have been more perfectly timed, the Mystery Guard stepped forward, regarding me cautiously. "Just coffee, thanks. Black, one sugar.", he said nonchalantly. "Mind if I make an adjustment? I think I know something you might like." I answered. He shrugged, and I turned back to machine.

Jacobs: "Give this man a cup of sekretnoye soobscheniye.". 294 rumbled for a moment, and I feared it wouldn't be able to carry out my instruction, but finally, a drink that appeared to be coffee materialized. I handed the concoction to the Guard. "Here you go.. er..." "McCrimmon.", he responded.

Jacobs: (sigh) I was right the first time. I smiled and watched him leave. As he did, he took a sip of his coffee. One moment, he was savoring the taste, the next, he flinched. Slowly, he turned back to me, and looked at me as though he knew that we needed to talk... and why. He nodded at me briefly before continuing on his way out.

Jacobs: (chuckles) Oh, I love these SCPs! <sounding pleased> Some of them may want to kill me, but goddamn, if they don't make life more exciting! Now, it's all a matter of meeting this McCrimmon and explaining everything. I hope the opportunity arises soon.

Jacobs: This is Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off.

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Name: Mr. Zuri Kamiya Color: Brilliant White #Edf1fe Symbol: book Strife Specibus: shovelkind Handle: theoiGnostic Animal: mole Pronouns: they/them Age: 30 Birthday: 111th day of the year Sexuality: bisexual Interests: gongoozling and sculling or rowing Dream Moon: dual dreamer Classpect: Heir of Life Land: Land of Sugar and Steel, a prickly place, with stormy Rungwe tree viper consorts. It is a place full of fragile forests and rivers of garbage. Abraxas seeks rest. Instrument: quena

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Peach 01 // T-d 06

Softest Peach / When life’s peachy it’s full, ripe and juicy / in the heights of springtime, a nostalgia of warm summery memories / it has the innocence of something young / like Pomona’s peaches and cream complexion / youthful, not immature, young but not childish, for it is in full ripeness / a softness scent reminiscent of spring / of budding flora and trees blossoming / a colour signalling good times are coming / a vision in the first hours of the morning / when setting at night it’s every shepherd’s delight / as a happy ending horizon is peach bright / it stops you walking, orange-pink panoramic sight / two hot colours meet to make the worlds right / made by the sun, a warmth adopted from Indian culture and older Orange brother / this is where it inherited some exotica and fruity flavour / but peach is more sweet like it’s paired pink sister / a taste sugared with notes of nectar / a favoured hydration in it’s time of high summer, when life is ripe and softer

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IV. TUESDAY

It’s a beautiful sculpture.

She put her hand on top of his small luminous scull as she studied the tomato.

And bending she kissed him once on each eye

then picked up her bowl of peaches.’

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

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sumi-e calavera

SUMIeMOTION featuring "Dia de los Muertos" （Day of the dead）.

Calavera（Sugar scull）drawn with Japanese ink and brush that we called SUMI-e.

It is common throughout the world to value a feeling in memory of the deceased.

2019

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Womens No boundaries size Medium crop sugar scull pattern black leggings.

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In what a seahorse for your memory.

 With age memory is lowering and lots of my patients perceive as inevitability, but in a few adult peoples are ability to have good memory, and for every is God Saves you, that always all to remember. But later are true would can to have her a good, but what is affect to bad memory of adult age, how to train her.

Memory from a medical process ,  as to help ability for preventing advices. And in psychologic books, memory is accumulation /remember, keeping and reproducing for information, knowledges, skills. Memory is modal-non specific which spreading on all regions for receiving info, and on the modal-specifical,  as a memory on certain kinds  for activity as mobility,speech/word-logical/, vision, hearing etc . Emotional memory too distinguishes as a most stable, as testifies about importance events in the life. By a level  information keeping are short time and long time memory having.  Straight attitude to these base kinds having  hyppocampus  is pair organ for cerebral brain, in which everyday forming 700 new neurones. He is having in deep regions for brain, and tie with remembering and keeping information, transfer  a short memory to long memory.Hypocampus  on Crete means Seahorse.With an age a memory tendency is lowering, and this is a first in household memory, where am put my keys? Where is my lighter?and memories on the names. And to  begin you are forgetting names, surnames of relatives, friends or colleagues .And on the first times lowering memory not affecting on the work, social, household activity, but a few peoples this disorder is true serious. 

What are destroying memory?

Are ageing chronic vessel diseases for cerebral brain, as on medical language calling disciculator   encephalopathy, chronic heart ishemia, cerebral microangiopathic.

Base reasons for these pathologies are hypertension, atherosclerosis, as atherosclerotic plaques of walls of vessels narrowing space, sugar diabetes.And other is often reason Alzheimer disease is progressing atrophy for cerebral brain, as falling out ,  degeneration for nerve cells. Worsening memory in chronic alcoholism, scull-brain injuries, inflammation diseases for cerebral brain.Today are  styding coronavirus consequences, scientists are seen, that in patients ,endured corona are memory destroyed and weaker  attention. A negatively affecting and chronic insomnia, and its true proverb share,that a lost sleep-is lost health. But in the sleep happening importance physiologic event as transfer facts from a short time memory in long time, weeding out all not needing for person information. And sleep destroys are affecting a latest dinner hard, alcohol, strong coffee, sleep in stuffy room, and watching emotional shows and moves.

Slowly rising, worsening memory  is displaying in insufficient function for thyroid gland as hypothyreosis. And a most often this happening after climax, timely cure will a full restore memory. And in rare cases affecting on lowering memory and weak mental ability leading a chronic failure in organism vitamins B12, B1, folic acid, as a result bad theirs digesting or wrong meal.

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Good that I was scrolling through my dash bcs dumblr is refusing to notify me about this reblog. It's not even showing in the notes for this post for me 😳

I was already suspecting the mateship to have some more fancy effects. Just caught me offguard reading it. Love it tho!

As someone who doesn't like coffee - if I'd ever had to drink it I'd take my sugar and milk with a dash of coffee 😂 - I share Mer's sentiment 100%

I love Steve, even if he is a dumbass. And I do have to agree, explaining things properly with Mer's limited english would be hard, quite impossible. Should have maybe tried still tho haha. Or Tony could have worked his genius brain to build her a translator/communicator?

I'm definitely looking forward to their reunion and the talk afterwards. Maybe then Steve will get it into his thick scull that he won't get rid of Mer so easily. I don't think she'd give her mate up!

Poor Steve. Or does he perhaps? Maybe after they cleared everything up Mer can make regular trips to her family and Steve can wait for her. And everytime she comes back he is greeted with the view of her pretty tail!

- Chapter 6 -

A/N: Tbh I wanted to wait a bit longer with posting it, but I couldn’t😆 I always have the need to post everything I write asap lol

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……….Swimming with your little sister, you saw something shimmer in the corals, immediately grabbing your attention. Grinning you grabbed the pretty necklace, gently removing it from the coral it was stuck in.

It was so pretty! So shiny. Perfect for a gift to show your sister how much you loved her. Swimming closer to her, you signalized her with your calling, that you were approaching here, to not scare her accidentally. Putting the necklace around her neck, she brushed her nose against your cheek, thanking you for the gift.

Before you two could enjoy the happiness surrounding you, a shadow covered your silhouettes leaving you in darkness.

Looking up you recognised the underside of a…ship? Yeah, that was the right term. A ship. Or boat. You’d heard people say that. And you weren’t allowed to be this close to them. Not unless they were sinking-but this ship looked very new and working.

An uneasy growl arose from your chest. Your sister recognised it as danger, looking up and gulping, when the ship came to a stop right over your heads.

You signalized your sister danger and to swim as quickly as possible, wanting to do the same -but a sharp, blinding pain shot through your tail, stopping you from moving further but when you looked at your tail there was… a hole? Blood. There was blood, a wound but you didn’t understand why, not knowing you had been shot. Never having seen that kind of injury before.

Not being able to move your tail anymore, a heavy net was thrown into the water trapping you but at least your sister was safe. You signalized your sister to go home, not looking back. Never looking back again. Just making it home safe. It’s all that mattered.

Shortly after the net was pulling you out of water.

That's the last time you saw your sister. This day was the last time you saw your family for a long, long time…

…pain shot up your arm like fire (not that you knew what that was). You hissed quietly, trying to bite the man in the white coat who was injecting you with something. Even more pain. It exploded in your head with a blinding whiteness. It made you dizzy. It was all so much……

…….They had put you in a small tank, to inspect you. Like an animal, watching your movements and ability to breath under water which they were very interested in and how it worked. If there was another possibility for you to breath underwater; without using your gills.

…metal covered your mouth and your whole throat -your gills, making it impossible to breathe through these. The muzzle was fitting like a glove, like it was made for you… maybe it was? It just fitted too well to be a coincidence.

You hammered with your fists against the glass, trying to free yourself, to pull down the mask -anything.

You couldn’t breathe with it on.

You were drowning.

Steve woke up with a loud gasp, looking to the side where you moved and whimpered in your sleep. This wasn’t just a nightmare. These were memories.

But not his.

Gently he leaned over you, shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. “Mer -wake up. It’s a dream. Mer-“ A sharp pain made him gasp when your crawls broke the skin there, making blood immediately run down your forearm.

You seemed to not recognise him at first -he had seen this before. Bucky's nightmares were similar. He never recognised where he was at first. “It’s okay. It’s Steve. We’re in the compound” he tried to remind you, taking your arm from his shoulder.

It helped. You gasped, pulling away from Steve and pushing him away from you, looking down at your bloody hand. “Oh Steve -sorry -sorry” you hiccuped, feeling immediate tears run down your face while you hid your face behind your face.

It broke Steve’s heart seeing you like this. Slowly he took your hands in his, ignoring the dull pain in his shoulder with every movement. “It’s okay. Come here -it’s okay. Come here. Cuddles, okay? You like cuddles” Steve said softly, pulling you closer into his chest

You let head fall against his chest, sobbing into his chest, breathing in his scent. It calmed you a bit but Steve could feel you shaking either way, probably still worked up from the memories and nightmares.

Steve gave you a gentle kiss on your head, stroking over your hair while he squeezed your hand lightly. “ ‘m sorry, Steve” you whispered, slowly lifting your head up and nuzzling your nose against his neck, smelling the blood from the wound that was close to his neck. You whined apologetically. “So sorry…” Steve shook his head, hearing your words. “I don’t mind. You had very bad dreams. It’s okay. I’m glad you’re awake now and don’t… don’t see that stuff anymore.”

Slowly you pulled a bit away to look at him, pulling your eyebrows together. “You see?” You had heard once about that …a bond allowing two people to see if the other was in distress, a bond between two people that loved each other. Between people meant to be. But you had never expected it to be real in that way. You always thought it allowed to feel or maybe suspect a feeling or something similar but… that… that was a lot. Wow.

“I saw it, yes. And I’m so sorry… your sister… what happened at hydra… the muzzle… god I’m so sorry they did that to you” he mumbled, “I’m sorry they… they made you drown” Steve didn’t know how to react, besides holding you close.

You sighed against Steve’s neck, sniffing quietly. Everything felt so long ago. You couldn’t remember when exactly you’d seen your family the last time.

“Steve, movie please?” you asked, wanting to get your mind off these awful nightmares and memories.

Without needing to say anything Steve put on a Disney movie, something that would make you happy (and probably ask about a lot of stuff which he didn’t mind. He liked your curiosity.)

For a moment you nuzzled your face into his neck, gently nibbling at his pulse point, making Steve gasp quietly. Goosebumps erupted over his skin while he pulled you a bit closer, doing the same to your skin and gills. You whined quietly which sounded similar to a moan. Steve licked one last time over your skin, before pulling away. A big and flustered grin on his lips.

“Yhm… movie, we wanted… to watch a movie” he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip, scratching over his throat. You’d love to take your mind with other stuff than just a movie… but he was right. Besides… it wasn’t the right time.

Nodding you looked at the TV, even though you couldn’t keep your eyes open for long. Not with Steve holding you so close, hearing his calming heartbeat… the warm embrace…

You fell asleep.

This time there were no dreams or nightmares. You felt very rested the next time you woke up in Steve’s arms.

“Mm…. Steve, Food?” you sighed, sitting up and watching the blond doing something with the small weird device called phone. A smile crept over his face while he looked at your sleepy eyes. “Yes, sweetheart, let’s get some food.”

You didn’t bother changing into your clothes, just staying in Steve’s big shirt and sweats. He watched you amused while you tripped a bit over the legs of the sweats, always scoffing at them when this happened. Steve followed you to the kitchen where you opened the fridge. “Wait, sweets, let me help you” hearing Steve voice you looked up at him, a small smile on your face. „Yes, Steve help.“

First he took your hands in his, making you hold them out for him while he rolled up the sleeves. He noticed your skin was a bit drier than on the first day here. Did living as a human affect your skin? He really hoped not but maybe it would be better for you to go back. For your health and probably also your mental health…

It would be better for him too. So he would fall for you (not more than he already did.)

“Okay, now the pants” with that he kneeled before you, taking your ankle gently and letting you slowly put it on his knee. The fuzzy socks made him grin when he rolled up the legs of the sweats.

“Part of me wants to ask what you’re doing, Capsicle but the other part doesn’t want to know '' said Tony, walking into the kitchen… in yesterday's clothes. Which was normal for him, he often worked through the night.

Steve sighed. “Pants are too big” you answered quicker, pointing at Steve who was rolling up the other leg. Tony’s eyebrows nearly shoot up to his hairline. “And why are you wearing his clothes, little fish?”

You scoffed. “I’m no fish. And no little” you mumbled, letting your gaze linger on Tony’s body, then looking back to Steve and again to Tony. “You little, look Steve big… so big…” the last words were whispered more to yourself while you rubbed Steve’s shoulder, since he was still kneeling before you.

God, he was really big… and strong… such a good provider. He’s a good mate. He’d be perfect to take care of a family.

Tony’s grumbling about something made you look up while Steve tried not to grin, even though he felt blood rush to his cheeks, probably making him blush furiously.

His chest felt a bit tight -in a good way -maybe more like… a tingling? He just felt really great. Kinda proud, knowing you thought he was big and strong. Maybe he could impress you during training? He could let you come with him, watch him-

He had no idea where that kind of thinking was coming from.

While you made yourself a toast -Steve was proud you had already learned to do that. It took Bucky longer to figure it out-and drank orange juice, Steve told Tony about your family. Or at least what he knew from the dreams you showed him.

“We should get her back -bring her to the waters. Back to her real home” Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face while they sat down at the table.

Tony watched as you filled two cups with coffee and put them down in front of Steve and Tony. Both men smiled and thanked you quietly while you nibbled on your toast.

“When would you like to do it then? We could maybe talk to the others-“ “today -or tomorrow -I don’t know. As soon as possible” interrupted Steve, pulling at his hair lightly.

You could tell Steve was in distress, grabbing his hand gently from his hair and pulling it closer to your lips, gently biting into his skin. Not enough to break the skin or for it to be painful. Just to give him comfort. At least that’s what you’d normally do to your mate in a stressful situation.

Steve smiled at you for a moment, cupping your face but letting go of you again and looking back to Tony, meeting his gaze.

Tony understood what was going on -he had already thought something was going on between Steve and you. “Are you sure about that, Steve?” this time his question was quieter, voice softer. A face he only showed rarely.

Nodding Steve took his hand from your face and stood up. “I’ll tell the others. Everyone should be able to say goodbye” said the blonde, leaving the room.

You watched after him, a pout on your lips. “Steve sad?”.you asked quietly. Tony nodded, sipping at his coffee.

Wanting to take your mind off Steve he pushed the other coffee to you. “Have you tried coffee before?” “No? I try” Tony grinned.

The face you made was worth taking a picture.

A couple hours later you were in one of Tony’s cars (which ended with you scratching the leader seats), fidgeting with the sleeve of your (Steve’s) sweater, being nervous but also happy about going back to your family. Your eyes were glued to the window, watching the people, lights and buildings. There was so much happening outside.

Somehow Steve seemed as nervous as you were. There’s also something else behind his eyes but he tried to hide it. That’s also why Bucky decided to drive the car. Besides, he wanted to say goodbye properly. In the time you were with them you really sneaked into his heart. Especially seeing how happy you made Steve.

“Oh Bucky cat!” you squeaked pressing your nose to the window, trying to see more of the cat that was walking on the sidewalk. Bucky looked back at you through the rearview mirror, a smile creeping onto his lips. God, he’d miss watching you play with Alpine. Alpine doesn’t like many people but you? This little furball loved you. “It’s a very nice cat. But Alpine is prettier, right?”

Immediately you nodded furiously. “Alpine prettiest!” Bucky laughed at your words, looking at Steve from the side for a moment. “What do you think, pal? Alpine prettiest?” Steve’s mouth twitched to a smile, even though Bucky could tell it was more of a sad smile than anything else. “Yes, Alpine is beautiful.”

You tried to move a bit forward, being held back by the seat belt which you hissed at again. (It wasn’t easy to convince you to close it.) “Steve sad?” you asked, putting your head against his seat.

He smiled at you, grabbing behind him to gently rub your calves. “No, sweetheart. I’m fine, just… I’ll miss you. That’s all” he sighed. It’s not like he could tell you he wanted you to stay. Or that he loved you.

“I’ll go back, home.” Steve knew what you meant. You wanted to go back home and he wouldn’t held you back. Not because of his silly feelings.

(He did, in fact, not understand it correctly. You misused a few words, again. Instead of saying you’d come back home, you sounded more like you wanted to go home. Steve had no idea he was your home now.)

You took his hand, squeezing gently. “Steve home. Always home” he knew you’d choose home over him. Who wouldn’t?

Bucky stopped the car and you all stepped out (with Steve helping you open the seat belt.) Excited you started looking around, especially when you finally heard the water. With bright eyes you looked back at Steve. “Steve, Steve, Steve!” you laughed, running quickly to the water but before you could step into it, you stopped.

“Steve, Bucky come to water” you grinned walking a step into the sea, only so your ankles were wet. Both men came closer making you take another step but Steve quickly grabbed your hand. “Wait let’s… let’s say goodbye okay? I want to hug you” he whispered, already pulling you against his chest. You smiled into his muscles, closing your eyes.

Steve felt his heart clench. Did you want to just go like this? Without even looking back at him? He knew he wasn’t really important to you but… this little? It hurt.

But maybe this was the right thing to do.

Just rip off the bandaid. Quick and painless. (Very painful actually.)

Letting go of you, you quickly also pulled Bucky for a hug. Sighing he put his head on your shoulder. It would be so sad to never see you again. Or see you with Steve, sitting in his lap, giggling…

“We’ll miss you, Mer”

After he released you, you took a step back, turning to go into the water -but then you looked back at Steve. Within seconds you were on him, pulling him close against you and pressing your lips, a bit more forceful than necessary, against his. He kissed you back, pulling you even closer against him.

His heartbeat quickened while his whole body felt like it would explode from all the tingling. God, he had no idea how he’d make it without you. It’s like… it’s like he couldn’t breathe without you. Like you were the-

When you pulled away, a quiet whine escaped his lips, making you giggle. “Steve home” you whispered, making him nod slowly. He felt tears fill his eyes and threatened to fall. “Yeah, home… you should go to your family. Be happy…” he whispered, kissing your forehead a last time.

You pulled your eyebrows a bit together. Why was Steve so sad? You’d be gone for a bit but you’d come back?

“Now go, sweetheart. I hope you’ll find a nice treasure or something on your way home” he tried to joke, making your lips twitch to a grin. Oh he wanted a gift! He wanted- you immediately nodded your head.

A few minutes of having a hard time letting you go, Steve took a step back. But before you could really walk into the water you took off the clothes you were wearing, throwing them at the both men. (Both men blushed a bit seeing your naked form which you didn’t even try to cover. It even seemed like you were pretty happy with taking off the pants)

When you were in the water past your hip, you dived into the water.

After a few seconds a figure jumped out of the water. With a beautiful, grey-blue(ish) tail, looking much healthier than when they first saw you.

Quickly you came up one more time, waving back at the two men standing at the shore before diving under the water.

The last thing the soldiers saw was your tail, shooting out of the sea and splashing water.

Then you were gone.

And Steve heard something crack, deep in his chest.

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Part Forty-four

Summary: Baldwin de Clermont manages to upset an ancient hag. He wakes up.. different.

The baby was due any day now, so naturally Baldwin got called into the office for a work emergency that absolutely could not be solved without him.

'Once again, I'm so, so sorry'

Liv smiled down the phone line. 'I know you are. Now go save the financial sector from itself.'

'I love you'

'I love you too'

Alain and Victoire had been brought in to help with the running of the household, so all Liv had to do while Baldwin was away was put her feet up and rest.

She picked at a pile of knitting while Victoire gossiped from the kitchen. The beanie she was making was coming along nicely, but she couldn't decide whether or not to add a bobble.

'Alain, bobble or no bobble?' she held the pink wool up for him to inspect.

'Hmm, I think a bobble w-' the vampire froze and sniffed the air, then turned towards his mate. 'Victoire, bring the towels!'

'Right now?!' Liv shrieked, then stared down at herself in shock as a sudden dampness spread over her inner thighs. 'Oh, right, now.'

Alain smiled and helped her to her feet.

'Come. Let's go to the car.'

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They were only an hour away from the hospital so Liv wasn't too stressed. Victoire was in the back seat with her, holding her hand, and they'd had Baldwin on the phone who promised to be there as soon as he'd broken the speed limit.

Around thirty minutes into the journey, however, things took a sudden turn.

'OW!! SON OF A BITCH!!' Liv hissed through the sudden stab of pain and tried to concentrate on her breathing.

'Pull over. Now.' Victoire snapped. Alain spun the wheel sharply to the left and cleared the embankment, bringing them to a stop.

'What happened to going to hospital?!!?'

'Ma'am, the baby's coming whether we like it or not' said Victoire firmly, as she helped Liv into position. 'Now I need you to push.'

By the time Alain pulled the first aid kit from the boot and made it back around to the car door, a new life had slipped loudly into the world.

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Baldwin swore and slapped the steering wheel in frustration. The diplomatic plates; why the fuck had he not thought to bring the diplomatic plates, today of all days??!

'Screw this!' he spun the car sharply down a side street, narrowly missing some bins, parked, and began sprinting the four blocks to the hospital.

He made it to the top of the street before he was gasping for air, his mouth dry and his heart pounding in his ears.

He was definitely going to cut down on sugar.

The nurse manning reception didn't blink when he looked up and saw Baldwin staggering through the front doors. He held up a hand, and held out a cup of water with the other.

'Sir, stop. Breath. Drink this and relax, maternity is on the third floor. Elevator's to your right; follow the purple strip of paint on the floor and the signs.'

Baldwin nodded gratefully, sculled the cup, and made his way upstairs to the ward. His face was no longer flushed or sweaty by the time he spotted Alain; he waved Baldwin over, and offered him a congratulatory shoulder pat.

'Mother and child are fine; congratulations Sieur'

'Thank you. Are they a girl? A boy?'

'They're a De Clermont' said Victoire, rounding the corner. Baldwin narrowed his eyes at her while Alain laughed, and Victoire shooed him into the room.

Liv was sitting upright in bed, struggling to stay awake.

'Hey' Baldwin kissed her gently on the forehead, slipping her hand into his. 'Well done!'

Liv grinned. 'Well done yourself.'

She nodded towards the other side of the bed. Baldwin looked; the crib that had been obscured by Liv held a sleeping pink baby swaddled in a blanket, a fluffy tuff of dark brown hair clinging to its scalp.

'Seven pounds, 8 ounces' Liv whispered. She squeezed Baldwin's hand as he started to tear up, and sank down heavily into an overstuffed armchair next to her.

'I'm a father' Baldwin said, thickly.

Liv smiled, nodded, and squeezed his hand again. 'You have a son.'

Author's Notes

YOU WILL LEARN THE BABY'S NAME WHEN THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS ARE TOLD!!

[tangredont]

Mexico with the sugar sculls and the flower crowns!!

[vampiric-daydreams]

Inkling

Jasper x Reader

This is Part 2 of the Jasper miniseries. Here is Part 1.

Summary: After the negative events of the last few weeks, Alice offers an explanation that just doesn’t seem to add up. You believe there is more to the mysterious family that meets the eye.

Word Count: 2,540

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @eggmettcullen @scuzmunkie @xcharlottemikaelsonx @oi-itsemily @cacti-succulents-andlesbians @aw0kenangel

A/N: There’s less Jasper in this chapter because a few things needed to happen in this part to keep the ball rolling. As the series progresses, the prerogatives of the Cullens will make more sense.

*

The buzzing chatter surrounding you broke the silence as you sat alone in a local café. It had been raining all day, and the people of Forks sought the solace of a sweet hot chocolate. You shifted in discomfort. Your socks were moist with dirty water you’d collected from splashing through a large puddle on your way in; and the pouring rain made your sleeves cling to your arms. You sat shivering at a corner table, goose bumps scattered across your exposed skin. The welcoming scent of coffee beans comforted you as you waited for your own hot drink to arrive.

A glare from a boy studying on the table beside you caused you to stop fidgeting with the sugar stick between your fingers. “Can you stop tapping?” he asked.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. You put the stick of sugar back in its place and took a deep, steady breath. You rarely met strangers, but lately you’ve been in a weird head space. An anonymous note in your locker had brought you here, requesting a meeting.

“Here you go,” the waitress said as she placed your scalding drink in front of you, the steam swirling from its surface. “And sorry for the wait. It’s always crazy here on these stormy days.”

“Thank you.” You weren’t in the mood for small talk right now. On top of this mystery meeting, you had gotten nowhere with the Cullen stuff. Everything had gone back to normal at school. No glares. No staring. No interacting of any kind. So, when Alice Cullen herself strutted through the door and straight towards you, the shock nearly knocked you over.

Her heeled boots clicked on the wooden floor. Stylishly dressed in an all-black ensemble with a trendy overcoat and a navy-blue scarf; her designer bag hung lavishly from the back of her chair as she slid into her place across from you. She smiled. “Thank you for coming, (Y/N).”

“What- seriously?” It came out louder than you intended, and the boy at the neighbouring table glared at you a second time. You whispered harshly, “I thought you guys were happy pretending I didn’t exist. Or do you have a new assumption to harass me about?”

Alice’s perfectly arched eyebrows formed a frown. “Actually, I came to apologise for our behaviour. Can I buy you a toasted sandwich or something?”

You scoffed. “A toasted sandwich won’t change my mind. What the hell was all of that? Actually, no. Never mind. I’ve been banned from talking to any of you, so I should leave.” Without letting it cool, you sculled your drink. The heat burned your throat as you tried not to wince. You couldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of a Cullen. Not again. You grabbed your phone and your keys and pushed your chair back.

“(Y/N), please. You deserve an explanation for everything.”

“Damn right I do!”

“Please sit and give me a chance to give you that. You’re welcome to leave, but please at least let me start?”

You plopped back down in your chair like a grumpy child and slouched. “Fine. Start.”

“Jasper was the first to notice. He noticed not long after the school year had started, but he mentioned nothing to us. Not that he needed to, he had no intentions - no offence.” You rolled your eyes. She swallowed. “But when Edward saw the way you looked at Jasper, he put it together. He’s gifted at reading people, and he felt you were getting too attached–”

“That was no-one’s assessment to make.” Your tongue still burned from your drink.

Alice nodded. “You’re right. It wasn’t. But Edward sees things in people… Often his own opinions and ideals surrounding certain topics will cloud his judgement. He mentioned his interpretation to Emmett in passing, who repeated it to Rosalie with different details. By the time I’d heard any of it, it sounded like you were plotting to separate us, which was why I was upset. I’m sorry, (Y/N). If I had known you had no intentions of actually breaking us up, I would have made them stop. No, I should have made them stop regardless of what I thought. Being a family for so long, we’re protective of each other. But I shouldn’t have let it reach the point that it did.”

The sugar stick once again found its way to your fingers as you stared at the girl in front of you. “Why are you telling me this?” It just didn’t sound right, despite Alice’s insistence. 

“Because I’ve seen how hurt you were by it, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself or believe you’re not worthy of receiving love. We behaved like a bunch of callous bullies. We’re sorry and so is Jasper.” A hard prick stabbed at your chest.

“It’s whatever. There isn’t anything we can do about it now. What’s done is done, right?”

“Jasper wanted to come and apologise to you in person, but he was afraid. He’s quite empathetic, which is why he couldn’t bear to talk to you yet. Even Edward-”

Edward. “He was right, in a way. While I had no intention to do something that would hurt you or make Jasper leave you, I certainly thought about what it would be like if he was mine. It just seems like a big jump to make.” Alice’s brown eyes twitched as they widened. “He assumed I thought about something and then launched into action against me–and you say he’s good at reading people? It just all seems a little weird.”

“Yes, our parents had a word with Edward about jumping to conclusions like that. He just didn’t want to see me get hurt. Jasper in particular feels terrible about how he handled everything.” You feigned interest as she tried to deflect your attention with Jasper’s name. “He thought reminding you of his love for me would make you change your mind about him, and when that didn’t work his first instinct was to shut you out. This should be coming from him, not me, but please understand that he regrets how his behaviour translated. And (Y/N), we all want to apologise to you. You’re allowed to talk to us, you know. We don’t bite. And the others are too ashamed to speak to you themselves without being approached first. Will you give us a chance to make it right?”

If you were ever getting a shot at finding out what they were hiding, this was it. 

You smiled sweetly, “I’d prefer it much better if we did that.”

Alice returned your smile, her kohl-lined eyes lighting up. “Remember, there’s no rush. After what happened, you don’t owe us anything. Take as long as you need.”

You nodded your head. “I will.”

 *

 For the first time in weeks, you arrived at school with a smile and something to look forward to. From the moment you entered the campus, you took the precaution to not actively think about your intention to dig deeper. It still seemed ridiculous, and you were sure you’d be cringing at yourself later on–but the circumstances were just too weird to you.

You spent the better half of the morning surrounded by your friend group, not ready to branch out and find the Cullens just yet. If they were as sorry as Alice had made them sound, they could stew in it for a while longer. You had already planned which order you intended to approach them in, too. Emmett would be first, as he seemed the least threatening. Next was Rosalie, and lastly Edward, who was the root cause of all of this.

You weren’t ready to go anywhere near Jasper.

The bell rang, and your group said their goodbyes as they went to their lockers. You fumbled with the combination lock on yours and gritted your teeth when it wouldn’t open. “Pretty sure the code hasn’t changed since yesterday,” a deep voice sounded from your right. Emmett. This was wrong; it was supposed to be you approaching them.

“Well I’ve had a rough few weeks.” You shot back. His wide smile faltered for a moment before shrinking away.

“I’m sorry about my contribution to that.” He spoke softer than usual. His eyes were the same warm gold as Jasper’s. Were they biologically related? Wait. No thoughts on campus.

“Yeah, the entire thing really sucked for me.”

“I didn’t want you to feel the way you did. I knew it wasn’t right. That excuses nothing, but I don’t want any bad blood between us. I’m really not that kind of guy.” His expression seemed genuine.

“You could have fooled me.” It came out before you could stop it. “Wait, no. Emmett I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair-”

“No, I get it.”

“No, you don’t. You did nothing. You didn’t even glare. I can’t be this mad at you.”

“I did nothing. That’s the problem. I let it blow out of proportion and by the time it got there, I couldn’t reign it back in. Alice gave you an idea of what happened, right? If I had kept my mouth shut after speaking with Edward, none of this would have happened.”

“If you had relayed the correct details and factored in Edward’s theatrics, none of this would have happened.” Rosalie appeared what seemed like out of thin air. You were sure you hadn’t seen her hovering nearby. Her warm brown eyes met your nervous gaze. You hadn’t been ready for any Cullens yet. “I’m sorry, too. You did nothing to warrant that reaction from us. I’m sorry for allowing myself to jump to those sorts of conclusions before you had even decided anything.”

If you had blinked, you would have missed Emmett nudging Rosalie with his elbow. No thoughts on campus. At least one storm was ending. Rosalie’s welcoming smile was not a sight you’d ever thought you’d see; and it was a clear sign that the discomfort would be over soon. But there were things - subtle things that didn’t always add up.

“I guess we’re cool then,” you said. You looked up at the couple properly. Although they didn’t compare to Jasper, they were both so attractive it was frustrating. It was the first time you’d seen them up close. Rosalie had the healthiest-looking flaxen hair you’d ever seen; and they both had such amazing skin. Neither of them had a single blemish to show. In fact, you recalled that Alice had pretty flawless skin as well—and Jasper’s complexion always looked so perfect. It was as if it blessed their entire family—which was even stranger because… Stop, just in case.

They were both smiling. Emmett reached out his hand for you to shake. “Yeah, we’re cool.”

“Thank you for letting us apologise,” said Rosalie, as the last bell rang and the hallway emptied. It wasn’t like they’d given you much of a choice.

 *

 Jasper had done nothing specifically to attract your attention. All he did was stroll over to his locker. But even just walking, the way he carried himself, how almost seemed to glide, never failed to knock the wind out of you. You caught his attention though, by staring, and he immediately looked at you. His bored expression suddenly drenched in regret. The negative feelings from the last few weeks consumed you; the humiliation, how repulsive you felt you were to him. There was an empty feeling in your chest, and as his apologetic amber eyes beckoned you over to him. Your legs moved before you could stop them.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk yet,” Jasper pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket. “But if you change your mind, call me?”

You clenched the paper tightly as it transferred from his fingers to yours, and your heart fluttered. Your mind went blank as you tried to respond. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed, you resembled a fish. Quickly, you turned away from him and walked back in the direction you came from. Your cheeks were burning as you continued to walk; thankful as you rounded the corner for not stumbling, but less enthused to see another Cullen in front of you. Alice. Again.

You knew it would continue to hurt you if you compared yourself to her; but she just looked so damn good all the time. If any of the Cullens were devastatingly beautiful, it was Alice - with emphasis on ‘devastating’. And the worst part of it was how nice she was trying to be to you. It was easier to soldier on when you could pretend she didn’t exist.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” She smiled kindly, eyebrows raised. You looked at her forehead, her skin didn’t wrinkle. It never did. She must have had some work done.

“S-Sorry, Alice,” you stammered, “I’m in a hurry.”

You picked up pace and rushed by her, taking refuge in the bathroom. She didn’t follow. You let out a sigh. You had come close to thinking again. You still scoffed at the idea that they could read minds or something, but you continued to guard your thoughts, anyway; and when you saw Alice’s eyes, one nearly slipped out. They were definitely much lighter yesterday, like chocolate - you were sure of it. Just then, they looked almost black.

It was driving you crazy. Tears began forming, but you refused to let them fall. Not over this. Not over something you were imagining. Jasper’s eyes flashed in your mind. That rich golden colour… When you’d first started liking him, you recalled Googling if his eyes were even possible and learning they were, but that they were rare; and for Emmett to share them as well was strange.

You bolted out of the bathroom and grabbed a random student passing by. She jolted from the shock of it. “Which of the Cullens are biologically related?” You sounded so aggressive, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

She chewed her bubble gum a few times and gave you a dumbfounded look before frowning at you. “Jasper and Rosalie Hale, obviously. What the hell is wrong with you?” She jerked her arm out of your grasp and shot daggers at you.

Unrelated, both with a scarce eye-colour. They seem to know what you’re thinking. They all look the same; pallid and tired-looking, yet alluring. You couldn’t stop yourself from going over the details.

You sprinted out into the parking lot, nearly knocking a guy down the stairs on your way. Before you could restrain yourself, you’d pulled a pen and a notebook out from your backpack and your hand began writing.

Wednesday. Alice, brown. 

Thursday. Alice, black. Rosalie, brown. Emmett, gold. Jasper, gold. 

[valgasnewsthings]

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What are destroying memory?

Are ageing chronic vessel diseases for cerebral brain, as on medical language calling disciculator   encephalopathy, chronic heart ishemia, cerebral microangiopathic.

Base reasons for these pathologies are hypertension, atherosclerosis, as atherosclerotic plaques of walls of vessels narrowing space, sugar diabetes.And other is often reason Alzheimer disease is progressing atrophy for cerebral brain, as falling out ,  degeneration for nerve cells. Worsening memory in chronic alcoholism, scull-brain injuries, inflammation diseases for cerebral brain.Today are  styding coronavirus consequences, scientists are seen, that in patients ,endured corona are memory destroyed and weaker  attention. A negatively affecting and chronic insomnia, and its true proverb share,that a lost sleep-is lost health. But in the sleep happening importance physiologic event as transfer facts from a short time memory in long time, weeding out all not needing for person information. And sleep destroys are affecting a latest dinner hard, alcohol, strong coffee, sleep in stuffy room, and watching emotional shows and moves.

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[arlenianchronicles]

You mentioned not knowing how to add huan to your eldritch fae au and I had a suggestion. His mask could be like a wolf's scull, but like with flowers/leaves carved into it, kinda like a sugar skull.

Thank you for the suggestion, anon! I think that's a great idea, especially with the carvings of flowers and other patterns :DDD I'll keep that in mind!

[romantic-barnes]

strawberry & tape | part one

| part one - the beginning or the end? |

Pairings: dark!biker!bucky x reader 

Summary: Bucky Barnes has the town in his hands and a lot of blood. All you have is a cafe your mother left you after her passing. But as Bucky’s attention moves to you, do you have the strength to pay revenge for his wrongdoings? Does your push into the dark paradise end in love or blood? 

Warnings: mention of non-con, possessiveness, mention of suicide, humiliation, animal cruelty. This is dark bucky! please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned above!  

A/N: Please don’t read if you are under 18! This series is inspired by This Is What Makes Us Girls by Lana Del Rey. Or just the whole album let’s be honest here. This is my first time uploading my dark fics so yeah, I love this, I loved writing this. 

I’m just gonna tag some of my faves, you are under no obligation to read this! @imanuglywombat​ @mariessecretfantasies​ @sinner-as-saint​ @nsfwsebbie​

There she stood, your best friend. A light Autumn breeze waving through the early spring trees, shivering the grass alive with it. Her shoulders shaking with the leaves, mumbling through her pink painted lips, whimpering and sobbing between words. 

There wasn’t a word needed to express what happened, the petite girls’ tears flowing down her pretty face, carrying all the information with them. 

She bunched up the skirt of her dress, fumbling with the seam before lifting it slowly and carefully. Her blood shot eyes watching you carefully as her lip trembles, fresh tears flowing.

Your eyes wandered down to the seam of her dress, slowly revealing the bruises on both her thighs. A hand covering your mouth, careful to not upset her, shake her, make her run. But there was little to hide, the agonising and painful pull at your heart. 

She let the skirt fall, covering her thighs. 

There was something you wanted to say, something reassuring, but the words could not slip past your lips. A simple ‘what happened’, a question reasonable.

“He- he touched me, and I said- I said n-no.” A string of sobs left her lips, closing her eyes. “He didn’t s-stop.” 

You reached out to her, laying your hand on her shoulder, a light and careful pull. She stumbled towards you, laying her head on your shoulder. A thousand thoughts, but none delicate enough to say. You knew what happened as soon as she came walking up the street. A bittersweet romance turned poisonous. A possibility you saw coming. 

The town doesn’t have a lot left for girls falling for the leather clothed men chasing them all over town. They turn their face away from them, whispering profanities. A lot of ‘told you so’, a lot of hot air from the people living in Dawn.

A lot of people think the town is possessed, cursed by witches from medieval times.

The smell of blood always wavers through the air as soon as you enter Dawn. Scientists say it’s chemicals, but none of that stays in the heads of the residents. 

The old tale says that women used their period blood to seduce men, covering their desired man’s house in symbols to pull them into an everlasting love. 

The town is built like a circle, a church in the middle, a poor attempt to rid Dawn of it’s evil. Before the church there was a town house, owned by the wealthiest man there was. Red scull, they called him, the origin story of the men in leather. 

After him, the townhouse was torn down and a church was built, but not long after not even god was safe from Red Sculls son. The offspring who would bring the gang back to life. 

They showed everyone who was in charge, blood was shed from anyone daring to refuse their power, deny them of what is theirs and so, the smell of blood never left. Always lingering in the air.

Generation after generation attracting folks who were looking for more control, but end up with blood on their hands, guilt on their faces. Only a few make it, with promises they couldn’t keep.

A town build on tales and make-believe.

You sat across the table from Lana, the girls’ hands wrapped around a mug, tears staining her pale complexion. He bottom lip trembled as she raised the mug to her lips.

“He needs to pay for this.” You said confidently.

Lana shook her head, her Bambi eyes wide with terror. “You’ll get yourself in trouble, you know what they can do, what they’re capable of. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with them.” A whimper escaped her lips.

You hung your head, defeated. There is truth to her words, but someone has to put an end to this. Another girl left on the curb, used and abused by the head of the clan. Another girls’ innocence stolen by force, without so much as a glance from the townsfolk. 

An eerie silence fell, the presence of someone evil lingered around her. 

Barnes.

A name no one who isn’t looking for trouble ever dared speak. Afraid it would somehow summon him, like a spell. A man as dangerous as his name, but just as beautiful as the devil created him. A curse not meant for the faint hearted. 

His words are the national anthem here. 

No matter if it’s a curse, spell or an enchantment, you’re not falling for it. Determined to defy the cliché of the weak woman falling for the devil’s son. A cliché in itself. A dangerous game to play, but a game, nonetheless. 

You weren’t scared of a man trying to find a moment of thrill from an innocent soul. 

-

The small cafe was empty, like every day it dawned on you day after day. Maybe that’s why your mother did what she did. A failure of a dream she had. Turn the family business into a cosy place, but the money stopped flowing slowly and steadily. 

Standing at the counter with your apron, sundress adding to the sweetness of the aura your mother created. A place for the people who didn’t know of the more popular diner in the centre of town. 

Your life threatened to become just like your mothers. No steady relationship, money slipping through your fingers, mundane days dripping with boredom. Your end was destined to end like your mothers, a sting of rope, swinging without life. 

The pastries fresh from the oven, buttered and sprinkled with powdered sugar. A recipe your mother created. You set one down in front of you, a cup of coffee in your hand. 

A break you didn’t really need, but took advantage of, nonetheless. 

The bell above the door chimed, surprise overtaking you, but a look over your shoulder killed it instantly. Lana entered the cafe, still pale as ever. Her eyes shallow since that fateful day. 

She sat across from you and you slid the plate over to her. Her small hands took the pastry, taking a bite. She loves your mom’s baking. “Can you pack up some of the strawberry ones for me?” A smile that didn’t reach her eyes stretched her lips. 

A simple nod and you were about to stand when the bell over the door chimed once more and the look on Lana haltered you. The sound of heavy boots on the tiled floor.

The air filled with fuel and leather. You didn’t dare to look, in fact, you’ve never seen them other than when they rode their bikes through the streets, passing you. 

“I think you forgot this.” One of them said, undoubtedly Barnes. A low and dangerous laugh echoed through the room, cutting through the tension.

A pair of panties hit Lana right on her chest, short breaths escaped her lips and you knew what this meant. Not much longer and the faucet would be running. 

Anger bubbled inside you at the sight of her clutching the pair of pink lace panties. No matter how much danger radiated off from the man behind you, everything you knew about him was thrown out of the window.

You gripped the cup with your hand, an electricity searching its way through your veins. With the turn of your torso, not even sitting up from the chair you aimed the brown, hot liquid in his direction. 

The cafe fell silent, all tension hit the floor as you met the eyes of the man stood in the middle of the room. Rage, that’s all you could read in his blue eyes. The two men standing behind him tightened their fists.

Time stood still, all eyes on you.

The only pair of eyes that you could focus on were the ocean blue ones staring right into yours. A death threat. Nothing but crime in his eyes and you right in his point of view. The shiver running down your spine left you cold. A single breath felt like a thousand daggers through your chest. 

He moved, slow. Without a single second to react, his hand wrapped around your throat. “You little bitch.” He spat.

His voice ringed in your ears, but the rage bubbled back up, a stern look on your face. “How could you mock her after what you’ve done?” 

You expected a lot of things. Maybe his hand tightening around your throat, or spitting on your face, but he retracted his hand. 

A low chuckle from his lips and your face dropped, unconsciously softening. He studied you. Eyes moving from yours, to your cheeks, lips and raked over your body, stopping right on your cleavage. 

“You’re going to pay for this, dollface.” he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’re gonna wish you stayed in the shadows.” His smirk made you feel smaller than you wished it did.

Barnes and his entourage walked through the door, but he turned once more. “See you, y/n.” 

-

It was difficult to decide whether the spotlight drawn to you by Barnes was worse than the fact that he already knew who you are. You relished in the fact that you never made direct contact with the Howling Commandos. 

But now that comfort was stolen from you and you wondered what exactly they knew about you. It makes sense to you that they know the residents of their town. 

A week passed. A week of anxiety. You tried to push away the thought of him, but each day you set foot into the cafe a flash of what happened passed before your eyes. Another memory added to the dread of this place, another one added to the one of your mother lifeless, swinging side to side.

Your fate isn’t as unusual as it may seem. No one truly gets out of Dawn, always bound to come back to take over the family business. Anyone stupid enough to move here sees the horror not long after, but it’s too late. Bound to the town and the town bound to them. 

You breathed in and out, but the sound of motorcycles couldn’t find their way out of your ears. Was is a coincident that you heard the roar of their bikes more often this past week, or just your imagination.

Along with fear, a sense of responsibility and purpose raged within you. Somewhere in you. A purpose to teach him just how cruel the devil can be. What you have can be taken away from you. 

Revenge is as sweet as strawberry jam. 

-

Fun isn’t written very big in Dawn and unfortunately the only place to get wasted is the club house on the outskirts of town. A place full of the Howling Commandos, their wife’s, claimed women and men with a death wish written on their throat. 

You let Lana in, leading her to the living room. A modest house, but a house, nonetheless. She sat next to you; her legs crossed. Two glasses were filled with red wine.

You handed Lana a glass, taking a big gulp of your own, eyes studying your friend with caution. It became harder to read her emotion, her face tainted by the horrors pushed upon her. 

“How’s peter?” You asked between sips. A question to steer away from the million questions you had in your head instead.

“Oh, yeah he’s doing ok. He’s finally learned how to make a Bouquet.” 

Peter started working at the flower shop a few weeks ago, revealing himself to be skilled in the field, a true eye for the delicate petals. A young man you wished she would’ve caught an interest in.

“But he’s been getting a little too nosy about the bikers,” her eyes watered, a sigh escaping your lungs. “he asked about him today.”

“Oh, Lana.” You pulled her side towards you, encasing her with your arms. 

A knock on the door interrupted her quiet sobs, her big brown eyes staring into yours, a glimmer of fear hidden behind the glassy tears. Your feet carried you towards the door, hands shaking slightly as you turned the doorknob.

A man you recognise only by the patch on the shoulder of his leather jacket. A stern look mixed with boredom. A glance down to his hand and you saw the small brown package. 

“For you.” A wicked smile spread on his grey bearded face.

You slowly reached your hand out to take the package away from him. The small bundle of brown paper rested in your hands. The man turned his back to you waling off to his motorcycle. 

You stared at the package, backing away from the door after closing it. A twist in your stomach and you knew this wasn’t good, not in the slightest. 

Lana walked over to you; questions written on her face. 

Your senses kicked in, only now realising that the package is warm. A warmth spreading over your hands, but a cold shiver running down your spine.

You set the package down on the counter of the small kitchen. A look over to Lana and you untied the bow with caution. The brown paper loosened itself and from it oozed a stench of blood. As the layers were pulled away from the mysterious item, the brown turned red. 

A gag from Lana and a shrill scream from you as the paper was pushed away. A heart revealed itself, bloody and fresh. 

Lana looked to you teary eyed, a hand covering her mouth. You swallowed stepping away from the heart. 

“You know what this means, right?” Lana whispered, barely audible enough to bounce off the walls. A shake from your head and Lana removed her hand from her face. “When one of- one of them sends you the heart of a deer- it uh- it’s kind of like a claim of the woman’s heart.” 

If you weren’t so disgusted by the sight of the object and the stench of blood filling up the kitchen, you would have laughed at the ridiculousness. You lifted the corners of the paper, heart pounding, hoping to find the name. 

Bucky Barnes.

There it stood in tar black ink. You didn’t know what you expected, but you hoped it would be any other name. But the gift is his’, a claim on your heart and your name. 

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