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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Delated Scene | Anthony Mackie

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Anthony Mackie x Actress!Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You and Anthony have to film another scene for CA:TWS the two of you really dont want to play. But Anthony makes sure you're fine after the scene and he has a beautiful surprise for you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.674

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) mention of cheating, fluff

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you to my best friend @imtryingbuck for giving the idea. I probably wouldn't have written for him without that idea. So thank you so much for giving me the idea. And thank you for profreading it for me. I love youuuuu. ❤️❤️

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 31 | Theme: Sam Wilson | Partners, Soundtrack/Music, Wings, Missing scene | @catws-anniversary

AFG AU Bingo | N2 | Celebrity AU | @anyfandomaubingo

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The wind is blowing around the trailers you all live in right now. The sun is already warming the air while you lay next to your boyfriend, who has his arm wrapped around your waist. Anthony presses his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before he sighs. He pulls you even closer and kisses your neck softly, causing you to groan softly.

"Morning, sweetie," he mumbles against your neck, and you shiver slightly.

You grasp the blanket and pull it over your head. Hiding yourself underneath the soft and warm fabric while you try to get back to sleep. Anthony laughs, his hand sliding to your side, and you immediately sit straight in bed. The blanket on top of you, while you look at him with a playful, angry expression.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Anthony Dwane Mackie," you say, pointing at him.

His eyes widen softly when you say his whole name, then he sits up as well and grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap. He leans closer and kisses you softly, his lips so perfectly fitting against yours. The warmth of his plumb lips makes you melt in his arms, and you sigh into the kiss.

"Do we have to play that scene? I really don't like it. Thats so out of character," you mumble against his lips, resting your forehead against his.

"Don't want it either, but they think this scene is perfect to include, babe."

You sigh softly. This scene you have to play today is really something you would tell them to piss off with. Anthony and you are a couple in the newest movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier. And when Steve Rogers, played by Chris Evans, and Natasha Romanoff, played by Scarlett Johanson, escape Hydra after fighting the Winter Soldier on the bridge, they go to Sam, who gladly helps them. This is actually not bad, but then when Sam and Natasha have a minute for themselves, they are going to kiss, but you're actually the one who is together with him, not only in real life but in the movie.

Actually, it's fun to play your role, especially because you and Anthony always make jokes with Sebastian, who plays Bucky, the Winter Soldier, and is the most fearsome assassin. But behind the scenes, there is a tall, muscular man between a few women who make his hair and do the makeup, and the most powerful weapon of Hydra just looks like a sweet puppy. Which is pretty funny and causes a lot of moments where you all burst out laughing. Even though those things are pretty funny, the scene that is completely out of character causes you to feel bad, maybe because of your past or maybe just because you don't like cheating. Anthony and you have talked about that scene, and he was all sweet with you and made sure that he only loves you. It's just a scene for a movie, but you still feel bad filming that.

"Let's get through that scene, and then we spend the rest of the night doing whatever we want. We could go out or just enjoy a movie night," he says, kissing you once again, and you nod softly.

Then you get off of him and out of bed, looking for your outfit of the day. Anthony looks at you, smirking, when he sees you stealing his shirt instead of taking the shirt you're supposed to wear for that scene.

"Sweetie, I don't think that's the right shirt," he says, getting out of bed as well.

"When they want me for that scene, they can at least let me wear whatever I want. COMPLETE OUT OF CHARACTER. Maybe I will take the shirt off at the end of the scene and throw it at them," you say with a smirk.

You're standing next to the guys who belong to the crew, looking at the display that shows you what they're filming right now. You swallow harshly, trying to calm yourself down, when you see Steve, Natasha, and Sam walking into the house. Steve and Natasha just got improsioned by Hydra agents after they fought Bucky on the bridge. With Sharon's help, they escaped from the agents. Steve is still slightly confused about seeing his childhood best friend, now better known as the Winter Solider, working for Hydra - the company they fought against together in the 40's. And now they went to Sam's and yours house, asking him to stay there for a while, and Sam also offered them to clean themselves and get some food.

When Steve goes into the bathroom, Natasha and Sam are alone in the kitchen. He turns toward her, and they are suddenly so close that they both feel each other's breath on their lips. And then they lean closer. Sam captures Natasha's lips, smirking into the kiss.

You feel like you need to throw up, but it's just the scene. You know Anthony would never do this otherwise, right? You inhale deeply before you pick up the bags next to you and walk through the door. When you open the door and walk through it, the camera is pointed at you. You gasp, seeing your boyfriend kiss Natasha, then you let the bag fall on the floor, and the other two jump a few inches away from each other.

"Sweetheart?" Sam asks and looks with wide eyes at you.

You don't say anything; just turn around and walk out of the house. Tears are bruning in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks, while Sam shouts after you, following you out of the house.

"Sam, just piss off," you say, not even facing him.

"It's not how it looked."

"No? It looked like you were kissing another woman. A woman who isn't your girlfriend. Wait, sorry- ex-girlfriend," you say.

Sam sighs, trying to reach for your arm, but you take another step back, shaking your head softly. He knows that you don't want him to touch you, but he just can't stop himself from trying to get closer to you. Even when you know it's just for the movie, you suddenly feel really bad, and Anthony looks like he understands. His heart is breaking when he understands that that scene isn't just a play for you anymore; for you, it's way more like a movie scene right now. Happily, the scene is over when you walk away from him without saying another word, just smiling sadly at him and tuning away.

Anthony and the other two continue with the scene while you excuse yourself and make your way to your and Anthony's trailer. You didn't know the scene would throw you on the ground like that, but when you saw Anthony kissing Scarlett, even though it was just for the movie and only their characters kissing each other, but it reminded you of your ex-boyfriend. He cheated on you, kissing someone in the bar you wanted to meet. He tried to play it cool. Your ex-boyfriend told you that the girl was really drunk, and she was thinking it was her boyfriend. He apologized, and you accepted it. But he cheated on you once again, and this time he really felt for the girl; he slept with her and told you about it. Saying it's your fault because you didn't let him fuck you the way he wanted and that he needed to cheat on you to continue the relationship with you is the only option for him to still be in love with you.

After the scene, Anthony makes his way immediately towards your shared trailer, scared that you left because he knows the things your ex-boyfriend did, and the way you were looking at him, it wasn't the pain you can play; it was the pain that was written deep into your eyes. And his heart still aches when he thinks about it; he just wants to pull you tight against him, hold you in his muscular arms, and tell you that he loves you. Anthony knocks at the door of the trailer, opening the door when he hears your soft voice.

"Hi, sweetie," he says, entering the trailer and looking around to find you sitting wrapped in a blanket on the bed. 

"Please do- I- Sorry. Anthony, I-I think I forgot something on set."

He looks confused at you, recognizing your red eyes and the trails of tears on your cheeks. You get up from the bed, walking toward him. When you want to pass him, he grasps your arm and pulls you closer. There is still a bit of space between the two of you.

"Can we please talk?"

You shake your head, your eyes focused on the ground. You're ashamed for thinking he could have cheated on you, but they looked so happy together that you can't get it out of your mind. It was all for the scene, but it stuck in your mind that you feel like he could be happier with someone else, like your ex-boyfriend, who told you he was happy to finally have a girl who lets him do whatever and whenever he wants to her. He told you how good she is in bed - so much better than you could ever be - even though it was just because he wanted to hurt you that you believed him. When you met Anthony during another movie and the two of you came closer, you finally found yourself - the person you wanted to be, the one your ex-boyfriend pushed down. That person is there now because Anthony always encourages you to be the way you are because he loves you like that. But maybe he is tired of you now?

"Sweetie," Anthony says, letting go of you and looking at you while you run out of the trailer.

He knows the crew messed up, but the two of you need to fix that. While you run away, he lets himself fall down on the bed to think about a way to make it better. You're walking over the whole place, avoiding anyone who would pass you and talk to you. So you're walking around the trailers until you reach the little lake that is behind all the trailers. You just sit down there, looking at the water, while you listen to quiet music.

Your thoughts run wild; should you just go back to the trailer and talk to Anthony? He probably hates you because you just ran away. After a while, you look on your phone and see that Anthony sent you a message. With shaking hands, you unlock your phone and tap on his chat to read what he wrote.

'Sweetie, I know you don't want to talk. But could you please come to set four? You don't have to say anything; I just wanna show you something. So please come over there. Love you, sweetie.'

You feel relief rushing through your body when you read that he still loves you. You answer with a short 'Yes. Love you too.' before you get up from where you're sitting. Then you make your way to set three. You don't know what you're going to do there because it's actually the set where they film the scene where Sam and Bucky are fighting and Sam gets pushed down after Bucky rips off his wings. But you don't ask yourself more about it; when you already see the light shining there, you smile softly. When you hear Anthony shouting something and Seb and Chris laughing, it is echoing through the trailers.

When you walk through the entrance of the set, Anthony immediately looks at you and smiles warmly, holding his hand out for you to take your hand into his bigger one, and you do. You let him lead you a while further to the place where something is placed on the ground, and you furrow when you notice that his wings - Sam wings - are placed there.

"Wind beneath my wings," Anthony sings.

That's your song, Anthony's, and yours. And he often sings it to make you laugh, as he is doing this time. You shake your head, laughing, and mouth a 'silly' in his direction. He smirks at you, takes the wings, and puts them on his back like a bag, then nods in the direction where Sebastian and Chris are standing. Anthony wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, while the two of you suddenly get lifted from the ground. You place your hands around his neck, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Then you move from one side to the other while he continues singing the song, smirking when you can't stop yourself from singing with him.

When the two of you finish the song and admire the view you had, you slowly move closer to the ground again. Seb and Chris are smirking at the two of you, and you smile back at them before you look once again at your boyfriend.

"So you're not gonna break up with me?"

"Sweetie, no! I never even thought once about that. I love you and want to show you, I-" he says,letting go of you and putting down the wings before he looks at you and smirks.

Anthony takes your hand into his, gets down on his knees, and looks for something in his pocket. Your mouth drops open, and this time you feel tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

"I love you, and I'm sorry that we filmed that scene. When I saw that pain in your eyes, just because of a film kiss, I remembered the things you told me about your ex-boyfriend. When we first met, you know the day on set where we crashed into each other and you excused yourself for it? The times we were sitting next to each other, you cried, complained, and told me all about your ex-boyfriend. There, I knew you deserve someone better, someone who treats you the way you deserve. There, I fell so hard for you that Seb and Chris always made jokes about how much in love I am. When you smile- the sun is nothing compared to the way your smile lights up the darkest nights. I can get lost in your eyes whenever I look into them; they are as beautiful as you. And I can't get enough of you. I love you so much, and no one can change that, especially not a film kiss. You're everything to me, and I wanna be with you forever. So-" he breathes deeply, smirking at you. "Do you wanna marry me, sweetie?"

"I- Yes, I wanna marry you," you say, smiling at him.

Anthony puts the ring on your finger, gets up, and captures your cheeks with his warm hands. He smiles at you before he leans closer and captures your lips for a soft but passionate kiss. You hear Sebastian and Chris cheering next to the two of you. And when you pull slowly away, your foreheads are resting against one another. Anthony looks at you with such a soft expression in his eyes that you immediately fall for him once again. All the fears and thoughts about your past fade away, and there are just the two of you and your amazing future together. Anthony kisses you once again before you turn toward the other men. They really thought about everything because behind them is a table for the four of you filled with your favorite food. One of the things you really love in your relationship with Anthony and your friendships with Seb and Chris are the double dates the four of you have together. Anthony told you later that they are not gonna use the scene because they understand that it was way too much out of character, and since they love yours and Anthony's relationship as much as Sam and yours in the movie, they deleted the scene from the film.

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[snowbunn15kaiii]

Scaramouche modern au x reader  Enemies to lovers.  cw: bad writing, grammatical and spelling errors, not profread, no plot, fluff, ooc scara.(might be cringe idk) Song used 

‘It’s not love, it’s despair.’ Scaramouche tells himself, over and over and over again. You’re just his annoying, academic rival, and it’s going to stay that way. Always.

I've lost my cool, I'm not sure how to act Not even sure how I can keep my pride intact. Why is it that whenever you’re near him it’s just so different. He just saw you, walking, doing nothing, but he can feel his cheeks warming every second, why does it feel hot all of a sudden? “PFFFT- Scara are you okay?? You look like a lovesick idiot.” He hears Venti laugh along with a small giggle from Kazuha.  “Shut it” he utters, covering his face with his hand.  Well, I don't know if this is it but can't you see? No, I'm not falling for you, so please have mercy on me No, you.. you’re his enemy, he can’t like you. But when you smugly smile on him like that. His ears could only hear the thumping of his own heart, why. Why are you doing this to him? Is this one of your tricks to get him sidetracked and fail his tests? If so, it won’t work.  'Cause it's not romantic, I swear I'm not gasping for air “Hey, why don’t we just become friends?” you asked while holding your hand out for him to grab. “Never.” he swatted your hand away and stood up, walking away.  I want you to be here, but please don't come near 'Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding I'm not ready for hand holding You just don’t want this enemy thing with him, it sucks, so you tried to approach him to be friends, he seemed to be like an interesting friend to have. But each time you do try to approach the boy, he runs away and you’ll be left with his friends holding their laughter.  “It's not love, I swear. Why would i even feel such for them?” he denies. Whenever venti or heizou would ask about them and why he’s suddenly all weird.  “It might even be closer to despair.” He mutters under his breath. It can’t be.. right? 

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche angst #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin scara #genshin imagines

[cloned-eyes]

Because your boy deserves all the care and affection he can get!

Somebody left a note to Jenot so that only he could find it, the first part of the message was written hastily or with a lot of anger within.

Can you explain to me where you've been THIS time? You know very well that these checkups need to happen, do you think it's fun for me to wait for you to show up every time and worry about it? I swear, next time I'll report you to your general, I'm sick of it!

It seemed like the one who wrote this paused here, the writing changes all of a sudden, the handwriting got really neat as if every word was chosen very carefully.

I know you're hiding and I know you don't want any of this. Be angry. Be angry at me if you want. I know you're blocking my datapad messages. I don't care but I cannot allow you to harm yourself, not like that.

She stopped writing again. What the hell was that all about? She wasn't good with words, she was good at her job, with her hands, but definitely not a psychologist. But she would never forget the day she saw him for the first time. It had not been easy for her, the first time in the GAR was hard. At the beginning she had been over-motivated and full of idealism, she could do something, help off the battlefield, but that had changed quickly after the first badly injured clones were brought in. She was used to a lot from her job, but this experience had traumatized her, because most of the men she could not help, except to hold their hand briefly. And if she could, many of them were so severely traumatized that they were eliminated after a short time. Dealing with the clones and seeing how they were treated had been a shock for her and the fact that she could hardly do anything about it still tortured her, since it went against everything she had sworn an oath for.

The day CT-1313 was brought in had been particularly bad. Nearly the entire 331st Battalion was wiped out, those who actually made it there died under her hands or were forbidden to take further action. Jenot had been doubly lucky, firstly that this Jedi General had saved him and not left him for dead, and secondly because he had known where to take him. The sight that awaited her had been horrible, but the months before had made her so numb that it hardly shocked her anymore. But she had known immediately that she could save HIM, it was possible, even if she had to try to work around the protocol. She was so excited that she could finally do something and the ambition had caught her. It had taken long and difficult procedures to save his life and after the work was done, she had been so full of pride of her achievement that she had almost forgotten the cost it came with.

Jernot had been traumatized so badly and filled with such hatred that she feared she would never be able to allow him to return to duty again. His guilt was tearing him apart and she had asked herself every day since if she had done the right thing, had it been right to save him and force this life on him. Since then, not a day had gone by that she hadn't tried everything to make him feel better, to find his old self again. She got attached to him in a way she never allowed to any of the clones before and she took his hostility and anger towards her without any resistance because she felt responsible for his fate. For this very reason, she could not allow him to give up everything after this long and rough road they had already been down.

Please just a quick check up, it doesn't have to be in the medbay either. I would never report you, I hope you know that. I was just angry. Should sound familiar to you. Doc

Lot's of love to you!

Not profread.

English isn't my first language

I'm usually don't write but I had this in my head and I really had to get rid of this, so it's maybe a little chaotic.

I hope you still enjoyed. :)

#star wars #star wars oc #sw oc #clone oc #clone art #clone fanart #star wars the clone wars #eyesdraws #commander ghoul #cc 1313 #he can be cooperative #but only if you give him back his pack of cigarettes #huhuhuhu my son #my beautiful son #that was hella dope btw #i love that you all seem to like ghoul #feel free to ship him with your own characters or write stuff #it makes me so happy

[syscourse-confessions]

im worried about the amount of tramagenic/mixorigin systems who choose to ID as endo and not OSDD/DID specifically because "not all of us[alters] come from trauma", both because having some alters not directly related to trauma is an extremely common and understandable thing IN didosdd systems and because the way they talk about it says some really bad things about how they think of trauma survivors, "disordered systems", and even their own trauma holders. ive felt so much hostility towards the idea of your system "coming from" your trauma because that means you're "defined by it". that being parts of a whole means youre "less real" than a "real" separate person. an endogenic untraumatized au natural organic system is not better than me and it's not better than any of them. at the end of the day the problem is that a lot of people fundamentally considered a trauma survivor less of a person than a non-trauma survivor no matter how many community terms you put it through. which hurts. it hurts you to believe that. it hurts the rest of your system to let them know that there are the Good Alters and the alters we have to deal with. it hurts your recovery if you can't reconcile 'living with a dissociative disorder caused by trauma' with 'living a happy stably functionally multiple life' because yes your trauma is important but both it and everything else caused in you are not what you are defined by, YOU and what youve done with you and what you've done with your trauma are what you're defined by. you can and SHOULD go full throttle accept how much of it is trauma on trauma on trauma specifically so you can understand what parts you're working with and how you can make them into the best bed for you to sleep in. so like. stop it. your system and your disorder are not embarrassing or a death sentence. you do not have to try and separate it from your trauma because They Are Not Better Than You. you do not have to try and reach the endogenic pedestal because its nothing. flat ground. work on accepting your system + trauma in their entirety without being embarrassed. if you see some endeez pitying the poor disordered wretches who aren't enlightened and stable like they are, kick em endeyz nuts. your "trauma alters" ARE your alters, your comrades as much as the "endogenic alters". this is a team sport. you need everybody here

oh also im likc whacked out substances so hope this makes sense and i didnt profread it

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#syscourse #syscourse confessions #< my tag to block will be syscourse confessions if you would rather not see this in the tags. #the posts on this account do not reflect my opinions on syscourse

[iwishiwaschaotic]

Enjoltaire drabbley ficlet type thing (modern AU)

Grantaire thought of Enjolras often. Hell, understatement of the millennia. Enjolras was always present in his minds eye. Grantaire was never not thinking of Enjolras. Enjolras, who was so many things to so many people. 

To the strangers and casual bystanders of their lives, Enjolras was that intimidating guy being interviewed or the intelligent author of that social justice blog. A blonde with fierce eyes and a jawline that could slice your heart open. The chief spokesman of Shit-that-they-could-not-care-less-about.

To Les Amis he was their friend. Enjolras was the passionate (and sometimes scary) radical who was going to lead them in their mission of Helping Whoever However. But more than that, he was the law student who rarely slept more than three hours and had to pretend to know what “finna” meant because he never properly socialized with anyone normal. He was the ranter who could go on endless tangents and afterwards always sent a paragraph to the groupchat apologizing. Enjolras was a rebel, outrageously emotionally invested in many things, but most of all them.

To Grantaire, Enjolras was everything. Enjolras was the beautiful god whose thunderous gaze charged Grantaire’s blood with lightning. He was the warrior who made the world a place worth living--not necessarily in the way he was saving it, but in the way he was trying.  Enjolras saw how humanity was. He saw it’s ugliness dwelt on it’s selfishness and examined it all under a microscope, and he still could find good, fight for good, believe in good. That was everything. He was everything. And he was more. Enjolras was the charming boy who had seen Grantaire in his most humiliating form--how Grantaire was, could be--and had still kissed him after the meeting had ended and the Musaine was empty. Enjolras was the tender lover who had spent countless nights entwined with Grantaire, tangled in the sheets, whispering everything and nothing to one another in the stillness of the dark.

Enjolras: Spokesman. Radical. Student. Friend.

Lover.

#idek #theres no plot sorry if its bad #haha i didnt profread xx #ficlet #les miserables #enjolras #grantaire #enjoltaire #lover #romance #iwishiwaschaotic fanfic

[heartofwritiing]

Hair cut

paring: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

a/n: so i got my hair cut yesterday because i was looking for a change, ya know its healthy every once and awhile (plus I had split ends eesh) and its a lot shorter than it was but i have layers now so it looks shorter than it really is and I couldn’t help but think about Matt running his hands through my hair to find that its a different length than usual. i just thought it was a cute and it’s a very self-indulging idea but, art imitates life lol I hope you enjoy regardless!

warning(s): fluffyy fluffness, insecure!reader because i was feeling a little insecure :( not profread i wrote this in 20 minutes on my phone.

You looked at yourself in the mirror studying your hair and how it looked. You had just come back from the salon and your hair was very different than it was a few hours ago. You wanted a change, after having your hair the same way for almost two years you decided to make an appointment at the nearest salon a few blocks down from you and Matt's shared apartment. But you couldn't help but feel a little grief with your rather quick decision.

When the stylist had spun your chair around and you looked at yourself in the mirror your face faltered for a moment. You looked like a completely different person and it made your stomach tie in on itself. Your once long h/c locks had been cut to be at almost shoulder length and a little fringe framed your face in waves. You didn’t think it looked too bad but you couldn't help that sting of insecurity creeping up like it always did. And when the stylist asked you with a grin on her lips, making eye contact with you in the mirror if you liked your new hair. You had to muster up enough courage to give her the same enthusiastic energy and say you loved it.

You felt horrible about lying to her, after all, she had taken the time to do the haircut you chose and it wasn’t her fault that you didn’t like it. Your stupid brain was just trying to convince you to actually look at this negativity, and it was working.

Back in your bathroom mirror, You ran your fingers through your scalp and up to try and give it some volume but it just wasn’t doing it. You even tried breaking out your curling iron and styling it a certain way but you just ended up more frustrated with how it looked.

More negative thoughts poured into your mind, convincing yourself that this haircut didn't suit you, and it just won't look good any way you put it. Tears started to form in your eyes out of frustration, with yourself and just everything.

You tried to calm yourself down before tears could start flowing as you heard the front door close. Matt was home and you quickly splashed your face with cold water and pat your face down to calm your nerves. He of course, already knew you were home having sensed your heartbeat from down the hall and catching the smell of your sweet perfume when he first walked through the door.

He could tell something was off. By the way, he could hear you in the bathroom frantic and quick as you realize he was home.

He propped his cane up near the door as always and made his way to the kitchen.

You were still in the bathroom trying to calm your nerves. You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror and took a deep breath in and exhaled before exiting.

You walk out to the main room to see Matt standing in the kitchen at the sink filling up a glass with water. When he senses your presence he smiles softly and greets you.

“Hey, I was wondering where you were.” he brings the glass up to his lips and takes a few sips before placing it down on the counter.

“hi,” you squeak out shyly. You reach the fringe wanting a drink yourself you grab the carton of orange juice and place it on the counter.

You maneuver around him to get yourself a glass from the cabinet and he can feel your side brush against him as you stand on your tippy-toes to reach a cup on the high shelf. He smells your skin and feels your heart pulse as you get closer to him and he places a hand around your hip. Just so he can feel you closer to him, he pulls you into his chest sideways as you pour your drink.

He knows something is definitely wrong now, you only gave him a small ‘hi’ and were being suspiciously quiet.

He hated when you wouldn’t open up to him, especially when he could sense you were hurting. But he respected your boundaries and person to press about anything that was bothering you unless you came to him about it.

He reached up to your hair almost unconsciously since he always did that and he didn’t feel it at the length it usually was. He frowned thinking you must’ve had it up in a bun but when he trailed his hand up your spine and felt the ends of your hair almost past your shoulders, he froze.

You froze as well putting your drink down not thinking he was gonna find out this soon, but what did you expect. He loved your hair, it was his favorite feature about you because it was one of his favorite things to feel on you. How soft it was or how he could smell your shampoo across the room or when he would play with it at any opportunity he had. He was almost shocked that you did.

“did-“ he paused. “did you cut your hair?” he asked gently.

“yes.” you breathe out. preparing for the worst.

“Do you like it?” He ask, he knows that's the only thing that matters is that you like it. It didn’t matter if he liked it or not if. He thought you looked beautiful no less.

judging by those words you think he hates it.

“Not really,” you gulp the lump in your throat back trying to hide your emotions but you couldn't hide from Matt.

“Sweetheart, be honest with me,” he spoke. His fingers are still playing with the ends of your hair. “you know I can always tell when you’re lying.”

“What don’t you like about it? how about we start with that?”

You took a deep breath and blinked back more tears before you spoke.

“It just doesn't look the way I wanted it to, and now I've tried styling it and all kinds of different things and I'm just frustrated and sad.” You explain. he just listens to your short rant so attentively with a hand rubbing circles on your back. When you’re finished you take a deep breath and lay your head on his shoulder and exhale.

“well just give it some time, maybe you’ll grow to love it.” he says tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah but you loved my long hair,” you pout.

The look on his face is astonished at your words and he sighs.

“Sweetheart, if you want to change your hair its not up to me, I will still love you regardless of your hair length.” he says softly.

“you never have to change anything about yourself just to please me, I want you to be happy.”

He pulls you into his side and plants a kiss on your cheek and you hum. He was so lovely and pacient with you always and it was too much for your heart to handle. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whine and he chuckles.

“Yes you do, its you I don’t deserve.” he argued.

“Matthew Murdock, You deserve the world, and if anyone disagrees, Ill kick their ass.” you scolded playfully. He just smiles and pulls you into a tight bear hug and you return it.

He never pulls away from you when you hug not knowing how long you need it for, he always gives you the option to step away from him.

“you are like some sweet saint sent down to save me from the heavens.” he muses. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You're the one to blush now at his words. Matt was always a sweet talker but in moments like these sometimes his heart got away with his mouth. He can sense that your heartbeat has quickened and he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks.

“Did I make you blush angel?”

“just a little,” you clear your throat and smile sweetly at him.

“hey that's not a bad idea though,” you ponder. “Ill be like your own personal guardian angel,” you added.

He chuckles and kisses your cheek once more.

“Come on my angel, let’s go get some dinner.”

-

a/n: i am on a role with fics recently lol please let me know what you think and my inbox is open!

#matt murdock #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil #mcu #fanfiction #charlie cox #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock x reader #x reader #charlie cox x reader

[bigkpopstan]

saw you wanted a concept idk if it still goes but rn i was thinking abt corrupting jay, just him not knowing about how good certain things could feel and his partner showing them to him and him being shy about it cause they're more experienced and he feels inferior to them... 🥺😭

this is way long overdue, as always not profread and other than those my other announcement is I feel like corruption is harder to write in a shorter manner but then again my writing skills have decreased so maybe it’s a me problem lol so a bit longer than I had expected

warnings: corruption, praise, calling jay a good boy, handjob

You had your boyfriend snug between your arms while your hands roamed his chest, his own back to you as your face was in his neck. He had been holding his breath save for the little sighs and whines that left the part occasionally.

“You’re so pretty. I wanna wreck you so bad Jay.” This had all started with innocent cuddling, your boyfriend had approached you with his natural pout with an addition of flushed cheeks asking to be the little spoon while you both watch a movie. Things had obviously escalated enough he was situated between your thighs. Jay whined as he adjusted in your lap, turning sideways so he can look at you more, eyes glossy, needy embarrassment also laid across his facial features.

You hummed moving your arm behind his head to make it more comfortable for him to lay in this position, other hand trailing down just above his erection on his stomach finding it’s way under his shirt. “Can I?” You questioned, fingers beginning to tangle in his hair really admiring his face, this was the first time you’ve done something this far with him. Ever since he found out you had more experience he had been too embarrassed to go any further than messy make outs with wandering hands.

When he nodded his head averting your gaze that made his skin feel like it was burning, you bit your lip as you started palming him through his joggers causing his hips to jerk further into your touch. Jay groaned in full embarrassed as you just cooed to yourself at his neediness.

“You’re so eager and sensitive. It’s cute. Might as well call you a good boy. You’re being so good for me.” You would give anything to lean down into his ear and make him shiver but you would rather take in the sight of his back arching against you as you slipped your hand under his waistband. A gasp escaped from his pretty pink lips before he bit it to keep himself quiet.

You pulled his waistbands down enough for his cock to be freed, watching his face scrunch up as he shivered. You made use of his arousal by spreading his precum around to make the drag of your hand easier slowly beginning to jerk him off. “I want you to do something for me. Okay baby?” He whined high from the back of his throat.

“Call yourself a good boy yeah?” You had caught him off guard in the middle of swallowing the salvia pooling in his mouth, causing him to choke for a second. He took a deep breath to bring himself back to the current situation and calm down as your hand quickened it’s pace.

“M’ your good boy.” You watched as his upper body flared up in a raging blush, hips thrusting themself into your hand as you swallowed again. You hummed hoping he got the que to keep going. “Fuck-please. I just wanna cum please? Wanna cum for you. Just for you, all over your hand like a good boy.” Embarrassment settling in again as he brought his arm up to cover his noises.

Biting back your smile and the effect he was having on you as you paid special attention to his tip. Hips meeting your hand with little moans and breathless gasps before his thighs shook with messy thrusts one last loud moan leaving his lips as he came all over your hand.

#sub jay #sub!jay #sub enhypen #sub!enhypen #I have only one more of these to finish #and I would be lying to say I wasn’t anxious about them

[erza-uzumaki]

The fall of the angel

A/N: Drabble/One-shot about how takemichi found out he was cheated

Characters: Hanagaki "Takemitchy" Takemichi, Hanma "shinigami" Shuji, Hinata Tachibana

If you want to use the headcanons to make a story talk to me first and tag me in it- i would love to do a complete story myslef about it but im not that inventive and i dont really have time

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It was Friday,and after a hard week at the rental shop that he worked, Takemichi finally managed to get off work

He did manage to convince his boss to let him get off work early this time,explaining him that he had planed a surprise for his fiancee,because after all it was their 12th year of relationship, and 5th of being fiancees

His boss was a sucker for romantic things as all he did was watch all the romantic soap operas that came into the shop to be sold

As he was going to the jeweler to but some beautiful earrings for Hina, he started to feel some dread in the pitch of his stomach,but he ignored it, thinking nothing can be that bad

After the he finished with the jeweler he did go to but some flowers and chocolate

As he gets closer to home,the dread feeling he had start worsening so bad that he need to stop and drink some water so he dosen't poker his guts out

As he enters the house,he observs that its strangely quiet ,it is not supposed to be quiet, Hina gets off work early-er than him and she spends her time in the house or if she's going out she is telling him

Oh well maybe she forgot to tell me- Takemichi thinks to himself and goes to bedroom as he decides to make better of that oportunity and arrange the room for the surprise he has for Hina

When he gets closer to the bedroom door he hears stânge noises coming from inside

"Hina?" He asks quietly as the dread feeling reacher its oeaks and is very scared,but he manages and makes courage to enter the bedroom

He didn't expect that,he was expecting everything but that

"H-Hina?Hina w-whats going on ? Why are you naked? Why is a guy in our house? More like,why is Hamna in our house? And why is he fucking naked too? Why the fuck does this room smels like sex?" Takemichi asks in a broken suttering voice,as he waits to think everything is a dream and that its not real,that Hina,his beloved fiancee it is not cheating on him, with Hamna out of all the people

"Why all stupid questions,eh Hanagaki? ~ Like you already dont know the answer?~" Hanma said in his usually sultry voice

"I-Hina why would you do that?Did i do something wrong,did i have not loved you enough?" a voice filled with crying hears around the room

"Leave Takemichi,i do not love you,and never had have did it" it was Hina who said that in a strong, i-do-not-play voice, same voice she used when she first meet Mikey all those years ago

"Fine,i'll leave but do not dare to come looking for me to help you later" sais in a broken cold voice Takemichi as he leaves the room and the house

As he walks he trows the flowers,chocolate, hell even the earrings he got for Hina

He goes to a park,sit himself on a bench,cry and thinks of everything he and Hina had been togheter,suddenly he started to get angry and feels the need to smoke,so he decided to fi and but some of his special cigaretts

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyorev #navigation #erza.things #bonten #bonten takemichi #takemichi hanagaki #hinata tachibana #takemichi #shuji hanma #hanma #erza.fic #hina x takemichi #hinata x takemichi #hinatake

[my-simp-land]

Orange Blossom Kisses

more domestic fluff because that's all I dream about. Bucky x reader. 1747 words. again, i didn't do any profreading so...happy reading!

Fridays are reserved for baking. Ever since I moved into the compound, I’ve trashed my(Stark’s) kitchen making delicious cakes, pies, pastries, you name it. Each week I try to make something for someone, but I don't tell them it’s for them. Kinda like gift giving. This week, I’ve been pestering Steve about things Bucky may like. I think he knows I’m trying to get recipe ideas out of him, so he’s made it quite difficult.

“Cakes? From the old days? Oooooh, I don’t know. It’s been so long ago. You said yourself I’m an old geezer. My memory isn’t as good as it used to be.”

“What’d ya say? I can’t hear ya. These ears aren’t as good as they used to be.”

“Oh I don’t remember any pie recipes. I was but a wee lad and didn’t pay attention to the kitchen.”

Thankfully, I got Sam to work as my spy in exchange for an apple pie. Steve had told him about the orange blossom cookies Bucky’s mother would make. Usually Steve and Bucky were joined at the hip, but on orange blossom days, Bucky and Becca would stick to their mother’s side. Steve would usually hang around and enjoy the fresh orange smell. I used a couple favors to track down an old fashioned orange blossom cookie recipe. I changed it up to fit Bucky’s description of a good cookie (don’t worry; he can be pretty critical.)

“Damn hothead. The whole building smells like an orange. What are you making?” Tony asked. He funded my Friday

baking extravaganza as long as he got his ‘blueberry stuff.’

“I’m making orange blossom cookies, Tony. Orange. Blossom. The kitchen is sticky, so I couldn't come any closer.”

“The kitchen? The whole thing? How did you manage to get orange juice everywhere?”

“I’m the one baking. What did you expe- oh hey guys. Y’all are back early. What are you doing here so early?”

Steve, Sam, and Bucky shuffled their soaking wet bodies onto the dining room rug. “Rain. Apparently, the weather station is as bad as it was in the 40s.”

Tony switches his concern from the sticky kitchen to the soaked rug, but Bucky steps into the kitchen.

“Whatcha makin, doll?”

“Uh, just some cookies. Go get dried off and you can help me if you want.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Bucky hurries down the hall. His heavy steps down the hall gives Steve enough cover to slip into the kitchen behind me.

“Bucky loves orange blossom cookies. It was one of the only things that could separate us. I know you’re good at guessing, but how did you end up hitting the nail on the head?”

I could only smile. Steve was a smart guy, but he could get pretty boy syndrome sometimes.

“A little red bird happened to mention something to me. A few favors later and I was presented with the finest orange blossom cookie recipe in the Northeast.”

“I see. I guess I should’ve known the master baker could get whatever they want with the promise of a home baked pie or honey butter croissants. I’ll keep that in mind next time you need something. I’ll see you two around.”

With Steve’s departure, Bucky slides right next to me, hip to hip. He’s only wearing some classic grey sweatpants and the tee shirt I embroidered a chibi Bucky onto. His hair is pulled back into a bun, still dripping water onto the nape of his neck. At this distance, I can admire Bucky’s baby blue eyes and his 5 o’clock shadow. Once Bucky got back from Wakanda, he cut his hair short and shaved his beard, but recently, he’s been working towards the white wolf look.

“Alright, doll. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Oh okay. Uh, I’ve got all the ingredients prepared for baking. Let me check the recipe.” I go to grab the sheet of notebook paper that I scribbled the recipe down on, but Bucky gets to it before I do. He studies the paper hard. His brows scrunch together and his lip between his teeth. His metal arm falls around me and brings us shoulder to shoulder. At this proximity I can tell Bucky spritzed a little cologne on. The refreshing smell of pine and eucalyptus cuts through the overwhelming smell of oranges.

“This recipe is shit. What if I told you I know a better one?”

“Oh um well then I’d say take the lead. I hope I’ve got everything you need.”

“You’re everything I need sugar, but this stuff should be good.”

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks. “Let's start by making the wet mix and then we’ll slowly add the dry ingredients in.”

Baking with Bucky is a dangerous game. We work well in the kitchen, but Bucky’s hands tend to wander. Resting on my lower back, brushing my thigh, standing close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. By this point, my face is flush enough to cook these cookies, but the cookies are already in the oven. Maybe next time.

“Lookin’ beautiful, dollface. The cookies are looking pretty good too. They gotta rest a bit. We can work on the glaze now.”

Oh god. Things got saucy with the glaze. Not only did Bucky wiggle his eyebrows and point to the glaze in an inappropriate manner, but he was very handsy. We basically recreated that one dirty dancing scene with the kitchenaid. It didn’t help that Tony walked into the kitchen halfway through our romantic mixing. He had quite a lot to say: tinman and hothead, the cold and the hot, opposites attracting. You get the bit.

“Doll, I think this is the best glaze I’ve ever seen. We make quite the pair.”

“I’d have to agree with you there. I wonder what else we could get into.”

I realize what I said too late. His eyes grow wide and his smirk stretches from cheek to cheek. “Is that so, doll? I would love to work with you some more. Cooking dinner, dodgeball, go karts. Maybe some f-”

“Aren’t you supposed to be best friends with Steve? Like two peas in a pod? I wouldn’t want to upset Steve. That just doesn’t seem right. A disrespect to America. America’s ass, you know? A disrespect.”

That shuts him up.

“You look at Steve’s ass?”

“Well, yes. I mean no! I don’t look. I mean it’s a nice butt, you have to agree, but I wouldn’t know since I don’t look. I do not look at Steve’s ass.”

“Oooooo. You look at Steve’s ass. No wonder you zone out during meetings so much. All that cake bouncing around. Is that why you bake? Trying to recreate that dump truck? Do you look at other people’s ass? Do you look at my ass?”

“Bucky! I- I just know a good ass when I see one okay?”

“Well, what about my ass? Whose is better: mine or Sam’s? I know you’ve looked.”

Christ on a cracker this man is gonna kill me. “Bucky, y’all both have nice asses okay. Steve has the ass. You have the thighs. Sam has the pecs. It's as simple as that, okay? Why don’t we invite everyone down to try these cookies”

“Whatever you say, angel.”

Once everyone made it to the kitchen, we fixed everything up nice and served them to the rest of the family. They were an overall hit. Tony loved them because he’s a hardass, but Rhodes would’ve liked them just a bit softer. Thor enjoyed them with milk. Natasha made quite a few comments about how silky smooth the glaze was and how it complimented the cookie perfectly.

Once everyone was served and sent on their way, Bucky and I sat down to try our creation. I set our plates and meet Bucky in the common room. We cuddled up hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder in the common room to enjoy our cookies and begin a movie.

“You know, my mother used to make orange blossom cookies when I was young.” I looked up to Bucky’s face. I could see all the emotions. Pain. Happiness. Nostalgia. “My sister and I would always help her cook them. It was damn near impossible to come by an orange back in the day so sometimes we’d use other citruses. Orange was always the best. There was one time Becca had gotten some flowers from a sailor visiting from down south. The flowers were damn near dead when she brought them home. My pa told her that they would eat the flowers on their journey, so she did what she could to stick the flowers in the glaze and make pretty cookies. I wish I could remember what the flowers were.”

“I’m sorry Buck. I wish I could help.”

“No, no. I should say thank you. Coming in and smelling the orange and you telling me what you were making awoken something in me. At first, I was upset because I never got to make those cookies with my mom and sister again, but I’m glad I go the opportunity to make such sweet memories with you.” My breath was caught in my throat. I could feel the tears in my eyes and could just see the reflection of some in his. “She would’ve loved you. So strong, don’t take any shit, but so soft and gentle. You could keep me straight and make me bake cookies with you. Becca would’ve picked at you a bit to see if you’d hold, but she would’ve made you her sister quicker than I could’ve married you.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Well, doll, I love you. I’d love to spend a future together with you, but I think I should ask you to be my girl first. But I don't want you to feel pressured. Or you might like Steve or Sam or someone else. I don’t know. I don’t want to assume. You-”

I don’t you what came over me, but his lips were so sweet. They were sugary sweet from the cookie glaze, but the tartness of the orange made it refreshing. His lips felt so soft against mine; I never wanted this kiss to end.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I’ll be your girl. Only if you’ll have me.”

His smile took over his face. His lips were stretched thin and wrinkles fell beside his eyes.

“My girl. My best girl.”

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky fluff #bucky fic #bucky x you #marvel #mcu fandom #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #winter solider

[fallenangellinwonderland]

AU professor Harry & Miss Y/N

Harry is an elementary school teacher, and YN is a new preschool teacher, No warnings, single dad harry

YN was the new teacher in this big school, preschool and elementary school where together, different buildings, same playground. She met a few teachers here and there while delivering some documents in the main office, she saw this tall broad brown haired man making himself a coffee while he laughed at something the old lady from the desk said, he was wearing a white button up shirt and black jeans. “Thank you! These were the only missing documents, you can start this Monday, you are going to be teaching last year of preschool with five years olds, and seems like you have a good group” the secretary winked at YN smiling, YN smiled back, she was a bit nervous, this was a new school for her, she turned around and the brain haired teacher was no longer there.

Monday came and her class went smoothly, kids were talkative, they were active and things were just like in the other school she used to work at, except for a pair of twins, they were a bit shy, they had wavy black hair and beautiful green eyes. The twins did not sit together for some reason, they stood a lot to borrow each other stuffs though.  In the next days the twins started to glue to YN for lunch hour, they sat to eat with her their sandwiches, although one day she saw them chase after the brown haired professor she had seen before, he gave them something, she left that slip.

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Friday

YN arrived early this morning, there was gonna be a meeting she didn’t want to be late and be loud while finding a seat. She was making herself a coffee when the brown haired man walked in, she smiled at her “Hi, I think I haven’t introduce myself, I’m Harry” he said as he grabbed his mug to make his coffee.  YN smiled at him “Well met Harry, I’m Y/N. You’re teaching elementary school?” she asked as she stirred her coffee.

“yeah, I’m teaching 5th graders, what about you?” he asked taking a sip of his coffee

“I’m with preschoolers. Those little monster” she joked giggling

“That’s why I like elementary school, they aren’t little monsters, they are some other species.” He laughed because he loved his job, but these kids definitely gave him a hard time sometimes. “So, you have twins in your classroom?” he asks changing the topic a little

“Yeah! They are hard working but one always loses his pencil and colors, I still don’t  know who is Jared and who is Jensen” she can’t help but bit her lip as he stares at her with those green eyes

“Yeah! They are a mirror of each other, however if you look closely one has a smaller dimple on his left cheek when smiling, that one is Jensen” He whispers as if it was a secret

How does he know? Well she has seen them with him, maybe that’s how he knows, she is about to ask when another teacher joins them and starts making conversation with Harry as if she wasn’t there, another teacher come close to grab a coffee and starts making conversation with her, they sit together as they wait for the meeting to start.

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Thursday

Y/N sits at her desk and starts answering some questions for her paperwork of this week, teachers have to note down which students need more help, how to improve their learning and achieve their goals. She hears a wince and looks up immediately, was someone hurt? Did something bad happen? She scans every kid trying to find the wine face, it comes from one of the twins. She stands up walking to him, what’s his name? who is he? How can she see his dimple if he is not smiling? “Are okay, love? Danny, what happened?” she turned to his closest classmate.

“I just pat his arm!” the kid said pouting scared he could have hurt his classmate

“my arm hurts” the twin says looking down “sorry I scared you Danny”

Y/N scrunched down looking into his eyes “Why does it hurt? May I see it?” she helped the boy take off his uniform jumper and there it was a big purple bruise on his arm. The other twin just said “ouch” when he saw it. Y/N was really worried by now, was he being abused by his parents? Will she get in trouble? “Guys, what happened?” she looks at both of them waiting for an explanation, they both shrugged their shoulders until one said “It was an accident”. She sighed “Okay, I’m talking with your mom today when she picks you”

One of the twins rose his hand “Daddy is picking us up today”, YN nodded “okay, we’ll wait for him”.

When the bell rang some parents started arriving to take their kids home, 20 minutes have passed and she was sat at her desk, the twins were playing with playdough, Harry knock on the classroom door and leaned on the frame door, YN sat up smiling, why was he here? “Professor Harry, Hi” she walked to the door.

“Is everything alright?” he nodded in the twins’ direction curious and frowning a little

“I don’t know… one of them, I still don’t know who is Jared and who’s Jensen, has a big bruise on his arm-“ she said with a concerned look and his facial expressions changed to worry with wide eyes

“What?” He walked pass her quickly approaching the twins “Jared! Jensen!”. Both kids looked up “Daddy!” they said in unison standing up happy.

DADDY?? YN felt her heart dropped to her stomach, Harry was the abusive father?! Was he abusive? He looked so sweet! He was so nice! Wait! Is he married?? There goes her chance to date him or being close friends, wait! Focus! The kid! He is hurt.

“Are we going to the principal’s office?” Jensen asked worried rubbing his hands together nervously

“No baby, no. Now tell me what happened” he said to Jensen as he cupped his cheeks. Jensen looked at Jared, which made him pout as if he was being already scolded.

“It was an accident daddy” said Jared as he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. Harry let go of Jensen to help Jared “Jared what happened baby? You can tell me, I won’t get mad, I promise”

Jared, Jared was the one with the bruise, YN made a mental note.

Continue???..  let me know.

This wasn’t profread and i should be in a meeting right now

So I’m a teacher, a young teacher haha sounds nice. And I happen to have many bad and good experiences at work, I’ve been a teacher in kindergarten, elementary school and right now secondary school (is it the same as highschool?).  And when I was working in elementary school I met these twin boys, they were so cute and funny, they also had a very complicated life, they sat with me for lunch and told their life, also I asked them stuffs, I was intrigued, one had a crush on me, he drew drawings for me, it was so cute. One day I met their dad, single father, a few years older than me, not bad looking, also a teacher, in the same school and I didn’t know!, you know my thoughts by now.  BUT HE WAS SUCH A JERK! Damn!. Anyway my blurb idea is based on that.

#Harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #dad!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #Harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine

[ohboy]

hey before i post my fanfic anywhere online, i would really like a second eye just to look at it and make sure nothing looks too bad. does anyone want to dm me? so they can profread it and edit it before anyone else can see it? i don't want another beetlebert

#felixpost #reani

[soviets-writing-shenanigans]

Kane Drabble

Finally, after 10,000 years, I’ve written something. Inspired by this amazing work of art for my b-day by @sai-shou. Thank you to @islandgirl5311 for profreading.

WARNING: There’s a good bit of blood and gore in here.

Kane stumbled back, her hand immediately going to her face. Despite the searing, white hot pain, her thoughts remained clear.

He hit me… the bastard punk got me…

Judging by the nervous, exhilarated laughter coming from said punk, who styled himself Hacksaw for whatever reason, it seemed he was surprised as well.

“Looks like she’s not that tough, boys,” he crowed, as if she hadn’t just cut through ten of his cronies single handedly. Kane shifted her hand slightly, standing straighter as she got a good look at the punk, her chainsword, Chomper, idling at her side. Instead of pressing his advantage, Hacksaw, with his dumb neon-green spiked mohawk and navy denim jacket, was exhorting the remainder of his crew, all of them hooting and hollering. He even had his back to her, waving his knife around. The knife covered in her blood.

Fucking dumbass… Taking a few seconds, she probed the wound with her fingers. It was a long cut, starting right next to her left eye then down across the bridge of her nose. By all accounts, Kane considered as blood ran down her face and covered her fingers, she was lucky the wild swing hadn’t gotten her eye full on. Hacksaw turned back to her with a wild grin. “Aw, poor baby got a bad cut,” he sneered. “Does it hurt? Do you need a band-aid?”

Kane looked the punk right in the eyes… and smiled back, visibly throwing him off. It did hurt. Hurt like a motherfucker. The thing was… she and pain were old friends. Once such a wound would have reduced her to tears. Now, it made Kane feel invigorated. Made her feel… good.

She took a step forward. At the same time, she flicked her hand away from her face, still maintaining eye contact with her prey. Slowly lowering the hand to her side, her smile grew. Then... she said two words.

“My turn.”

She swiftly strode forwards, pressing her thumb down on the chainswords hilt. Chomper roared into life, startling Hacksaw and his crew. Kane brought the blade up above her head then started to swing it back down. Hacksaw, reacting on instinct, brought his knife up to protect his face.

Exactly as she wanted him to.

Chomper hit him right in the middle of his forearm. Diamond-coated titanium teeth bit into his flesh with a spray of blood and tore right through. A roar came up from behind her. Her own gang, who had been watching with an expectant hush, now gave voice as their boss got revenge. Kane immediately followed up by driving the sword right into his guts. Her smile turned cruel as the fucker finally found the breath to scream, twisting the blade and further reducing his insides to bloody gore. She held him there for a few moments, reveling in the pain and fear in his eyes, starting to laugh as he began to choke on his own blood. She kept laughing as she kicked him off her blade, more blood spraying her as he fell to the floor.

Kane would keep laughing, interspersed with howls of joy and wordless battle cries, as she and her crew butchered the rest of her enemies.

#about fucking time #drabble #oc #kane #the slaughter bab #cw: blood #cw: gore #idk what else to put down as a tag so here lol #writers of tumblr

[stylesann]

I have finished a one shot yesterday 🤧🥳🎉

~Its probably bad but I’ll post it anyways shshsh just need to profread it and then I’ll post later

[jackhasablog-blog1]

an open letter

I am a man.

I am a son.

I am a scholar.

I am latino.

I am a gay man.

I am living in Denver, Colorado.

I am all these things...yet I do not identify with one.

Today I woke up lost and confused. Most days I spring out of bed and look at the rising sun. I wake up with a smile and also a grudge knowing I need to walk my energetic dog before I begin my day. His thumping tail, a distinct and audible noise to show me he is happy to wake up next to me and ready walk into the world together again. 

Kalis, my dog, entered my life at a point where I needed love the most. A fresh face in Denver I was all alone. I packed up my car and anything that did not fit would no longer be a part of my physical life. That included family and friends. I felt alone. So alone. I was eager to begin my life; the passed 23 years was devoted to awkward puberty and education. Finally, I could fall or thrive on my own terms. If life was going to knock me down I was going to get back up. Boy did I fall and not just at the bar. I fell into a sadness I thought I could not break. I spent days working alone and evenings with my head in a book. Grad school has consumed my life and my priorities were off. I allowed myself to retreat to this place even though I woke up happy to be alive everyday. I got used to his constant need for belly rubs and love for the snow. His eyes lit up every time he heard my keys outside of the door and my heart felt warm every day he came running up to me before I could set one foot in the door. He chose me in life...he is my hiking partner, dingo, bby boi, turd, and best friend. 

I walked everywhere I could. I met every person that I could. I lived in awe in all that Denver had to offer. I knew my roots would plant and I would grow with the changing season. I met some amazing people. Amazing men. A group of gay friends I have never had. The strong sense of community I was in. Being gay is not my identity, but absorbing the community that encouraged bravery and freedom was important to me. I was allowed to be myself and meet others that uplifted me. I felt like a black sheep where I grew up. Baaaa. I am exploring who I am and what I deserve. Ridden with insecurities I put myself out there again. I was vulnerable and afraid to let the world see my flaws and imperfections. I wanted to be the expectations I set on myself. However, I finally felt I was able to be myself. 

I became confident. i loved myself. I FUCKING LOVE MYSELF. 

Falling in love with yourself may be one of the hardest romances...you can’t ghost yourself. It was not shallow words and hook ups that allowed me to love myself. Like you all I have been hurt in life and it took moving across the country for me to realize none of that actually hurt me. I was hurting myself. Screw the unrequited love. The ones who brought you down. The one who moved. The one who is now with a troll. In the end they had no control of me or my feelings. I saw the positivity I radiated and the people I attracted. My beaming smile brought life changing friends into my life. I love my flaws and they love me. I snort when I laugh. I fall OFTEN. I don’t profread. I have questionable rhythm. I am emotional and cry far too often. I care too much. Yet none of these are flaws. Finding beauty in yourself and life is something I have learned walking around beautiful Colorado. The conversations I have had with myself to the beat of “disco tits” have been powerful and unconventional. There is such empowerment of walking passed strangers and only you know the reason you are smiling. A feeling of love and empowerment for you to enjoy. It is yours...only yours for you to share.

Today I fell. I just got back from visiting friends and family in Pennsylvania, where I moved to Denver from. I felt dark. I felt gloom. I just wanted a familiar touch. I am in mid 20s and I did not know it would be this hard. You can plan your life and aspirations, but no plan ever goes accordingly. I am sitting here confused as ever...scared and alone. I feel alone. The sounds of love are a call away. My family is a call away. How does someone so loved feel so alone? 

The complexities of life are a puzzle I cannot figure out...and I am good at puzzles. I do not know how many of you are beginning a new journey like me. How many of you question your path in life. This is not a feeling I live by. I am human and days like this I turn to writing. Writing has always been an avenue to freely express my thoughts and emotion. I let writing take the backseat as I became consumed in filling my life with work and school. In a way I lost a piece of myself. So here it is-candid and on the internet forever. 

I am writing this open letter to you all in order to be vulnerable. I am writing to the world. Social media allows me to paint the image I want...where is the transparency? I do not know if anyone wants to know what is going on in my mind and heart, but here it is. I am going to experience the good and bad. I am going to conquer this world in my own way. 

I am going to be me.

I am a life changing entity.

I am change. 

xoxo

jack

[singerprashant]

Do not Proofread your Online Content – Blogs, Articles or Websites !!

No one likes profreading, it's boring, it's the last thing you want to do before hitting the "publish" button, so why do? Don't do it !! Go and enjoy !! Spelling & Grammar Mistekes in Content – Go Kill your online credibility. Do make spelling mistakes on your website…. Have you attended an interview with a stain on your shirt or trouser without ironing? Am sure you haven't, why because it will leave a first and lasting impression on the interviewer. You will succeed in the interview and get a boring job. So here are some tips to kill these hindrances to your work so that you can have less work to do and enjoy your free time - Spelling – Bad spellings can be embarrassing, make many spelling mistakes to irritate the reader, it will definitely send him away from your content, no need to engage more persons and engage your time. Punctuation – You are in a hurry to go out and enjoy the weekend with your loved one on a romantic hangout, then why use commas, full stops, a hyphen, dash, exclamation, etc to your work, it will kill time. Ask someone to proofread your content – Who in the netherworld is free to do your job? Everybody is interested and engaged in their own work, nobody is free for you, so there is no need to ask anyone. Typo – One typo can have a lasting effect, do it so that it does the job you need and get free as soon as possible. Grammar – In the infernal region, no one has time to go for thinking about the present, past, future tense or past participles, etc it impediments your flow of work definitely. Disclaimer – Please don't do the mistakes as enlisted above, it's injurious to your online content health. Then What should we do for an effective, professional and engaging online content ? Here are some basic ways to do that, choose one or in combination, it depends on your particular need - Some examples and their repercussions thereof to the mistakes listed above - Spelling – I have intentionally made 2 mistakes in my content above, look at “PROFREADING & MISTEKES”, instead, it must be “PROOFREADING & MISTAKES” respectively. Illegally parked cars will be ‘fine’ – ‘fined'. Breakfast, “Launch”, Dinner – “Lunch” ( Here the word “Launch” is spelt correctly but it’s not right in this context, even spell checker would not find it as wrong ) Please pay your parking fee before ‘existing' – ‘exiting'. Juice ‘abailable’ here - ‘available' Punctuation – Now let's see some examples of punctuation mistakes - Thank You ! Your donation just helped someone. Get a Job. ( Incorrect, as this sentence shows that you donated and now you need to get a job ) Correct Sentence would be – Thank You ! Your donation just helped someone get a job. “Eat. You’re dinner”. ( Just imagine the meaning ). Correct One - “Eat your dinner”. We sell Belt, Gogel, Parfum, Dio – We sell Belt, Goggles, Perfume, Deo. Typo – Examples of Typo - ‘Jents' Toilet / ‘Leadies' Toilet – ‘Gents' / ‘Ladies'. ‘Vag' Sandwich - ‘Veg'. Auntie Depressant - ‘Anti'. Grammar – Examples of Grammar mistakes - Try to don't use a cellphone in your class ( Incorrect ). Try not to use a cellphone in your class ( Correct ). Sadly the days of using proper English are ‘went' - Should be ‘gone'.“No Spite” – “Don’t Spit”. Ways to better proofread a content - 1. You can't do it yourself if at all possible get someone to read your work for you. A person unfamiliar with the topic you are writing about will easily pinpoint inconsistencies or let you know where more explanation is needed and editing required. Another tip is to read your content out loud. It is easier to see if it "flows". 2. Use proofreading & editing services, several of them are free online – Grammarly, Wordpress Jetpack Plugin, PaperRater, Ginger, Ulysses, etc. 3. Proofreading Services & Editing Services – Hire a freelancer, Hire a service like Vappingo, Fiverr, etc. Conclusion – These tools are an effective way of enhancing the quality of your posts. This is not a comprehensive list as there are many other tools out there that can work for you. While not all tools are guaranteed to work, what matters is the way in which you use them. The benefits of proper proofreading are obvious. A properly written, edited and presented content projects a professional image, get you taken seriously in the world of online content and ensure you are listened to. Taking the time to proofread properly is a worthwhile investment. Meanwhile would love to know your answer on: Do you proofread your content or searching for an online editor?