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kcrossvine-art · 3 months

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hi birds of paradise and of prey! I sincerely hope your 2024 has been kind to you so far, and if it hasn't, I hope it starts being fucking nicer soon. We got eyes on it and are ready to take it out should it fail.

I'm coming to the end of my list here soon, so if anyone has ideas on what they'd like to see next, please do hit me up! Even if its just a piece of media with interesting food in it and not a specific dish you wanna see. My roommate got me a recipe book from that TikTok fantasy tavern guy, "recipes from the lucky gryphon"? So we could also take a shot at a few of those, although im not really familiar with his work. Regardless-

We will be making Stuffed Cabbage from Lord of the Rings Online today!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to this Stuffed Cabbage?” YOU MIGHT ASKYou cant kinda put whatever you want for seasonings and even the meat filling. I used ground beef but pork and lamb are also stellar candidates.

Yellow onion

Garlic

2 eggs

Ground beef

Rice

A head of cabbage

Oregano

Thyme

Red pepper flakes

Cumin

Crushed tomato

Tomato sauce

AND, “what does this Stuffed Cabbage taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKBa bawsa

Very, very filling wow

2 rolls filled me up for a meal and i made about 20-ish from one head of cabage

A bit plain tbh, the texture is great but I'd really double up on the seasonings

A blank canvas for you to impart your spice preferences onto

Reheating makes it taste almost identical to fresh

Would pair well with a hot sauce dip

could also go well with an artichoke dip

If you run out of room and need to layer the rolls, I'd try experimenting with pouring some of the crushed tomato and sauce inbetween the stacked rolls. Otherwise the ones at the bottom lack a lot of the tomato flavor. However it might make the bottoms on the rolls laying ontop soggy?

. Where rice called for, used long grain white rice

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I've never blanched anything before. Theres not much western food that calls for it, meanwhile whenever my friend from malaysia shows a dish they ate, 9 times out of 10 the vegetables are blanched. Much easier process than the fancy name might suggest- boil water and dunk the thing in until its done. Whatever 'done' may be for the thing you are cooking.

Also for the ground beef (or whichever meat you use) you don't have to cook it beforehand, but in doing two tries at making these cabbage rolls i would recommend you at least season your meat before mixing it with everything else. The meat will cook to a safe temperature inside the cabbage rolls, i just prefer the taste and texture of it when cooked twice.

I give this recipe a meandering 7/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) I want to review more horrible recipes, truly i do, so that the rating scale isnt always a 6 and above, but whenever i try something horrible its like "why the fuck would i put all the effort into making and sharing a review of this thing i Do Not Want others to eat????" yknow?? Would people be interested in roasting horrible recipes?

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Ingredients:

1 yellow onion

6 cloves of garlic

2 eggs

2 lbs ground beef

1 1/2 cup cooked rice

1 large head of cabbage

28oz crushed tomato

14oz tomato sauce

Oregano

Thyme

Red pepper flakes

Cumin

Salt/pepper

Method:

Saute garlic and onion in butter over medium heat until onions are caramelized. When done, remove from heat and let cool.

Season the beef to your liking with cumin, red pepper, and salt. Very, very lightly cook the beef in the same pan used for the garlic and onions. Cook until it starts to brown, but dont let it darken.

Beat eggs thoroughly with oregano, thyme, salt, and pepper.

Add all of the above ingredients together in a bowl with (cooked!) rice. Mix thoroughly then cover and let rest in the fridge.

Core and blanche your cabbage in boiling water, peeling them off as they become limp.

Once you've separated all the leaves, cut off any thick stems that would prevent the leaf from folding.

Put roughly 2 tablespoons of meat filling into each leaf. Fold the sides of the leaf inwards and roll it up. Place each cabbage roll seam-down into a casserole dish.

If they don't all fit in one layer, its more than okay to stack. Try not to stack more than 2 layers though.

Once you've used all the cabbage, take your can of tomatos and pour them over the rolls. Mix some oregano into the tomato sauce and pour that over the rolls as well.

Bake uncovered in the oven at 350 for about 2 hours. Dont worry if a bit of tomato on top looks burnt.

IF REHEATING LEFTOVERS: Bake 10 cabbage rolls in the oven at 320 for about 40 minutes. Reduce time for less rolls.

#cross cooks lotr #food recipes #cabbage rolls #digital art

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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i LOVE the contrast of mechanic!jayj and reader. him worryin about gettin her little pink outfits dirty while she's hanging around the shop or reaching out to touch her before he remembers the soot n grease slathered across his hands. definitely think he gets hard over the idea that she only comes to him about her problems, a glossy pout on her lips every time she's like jayj there's a new emoji on my car🥺 and man has to whip his head up like she didn't just put it that way. he so so loves explainin things to you n buying all your pretty girly things. - 🍓

criesssss this is all i want !!!!!! and he’s sooo sick of not being able to touch you when his hands are always dirty so you start carrying wipes in your little purse, sitting on the hood of a car whilst he stands over you, a smirk twitching at his lips as you wipe his hands down so they’re clean before smiling up happily at him bc now he can grab at you <3 and he just chuckles, bc he knows his hands are gonna be dirty again within the next 5 mins 🙄🙄

“theres a new emoji on my car :(” oh he just wants to scoop u up n protect you forever but also wants to bust out laughing !! he instead climbs into the car with you so you can sit and have him point to the signals and explain what they mean, dumbing it down a little for his sweet girl <3

buys you cute car related things whenever he sees them, like little danglers for your mirror or car stickers n even offers to wrap your car with a pretty pink when you express interest, getting excited and pointing out pink cars whenever you see them on the street <33

#🍓 anon #mechanic!jj #jj maybank prompt

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goremet-chef · 9 months

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watcher

dont even make me start talking cuz i wont SHUT UPP i really love this character so much. i am UNACQUAINTED with the books but i watched dawkos video explaining more about the mimic and. GRGRGGR

i love it, when it comes to the more modern fnaf lore like. thats the thing im a die hard fan even if i dont understand whats happening im just happy to see new fnaf content SKDFJS so it doesnt matter to me but i will admit i was really confused with the direction the story was headed

learning about the mimic and what it really is SIMPLIFIED A LOT OF IT and honestly im happy about it. i didnt really like the implication that the ending speech henry did in pizza sim was for nothing at all so now that its like..

from my perspective, its like the end of an era, and a really interesting introduction to a new one. the mimic is such a sick ass villain, i feel myself attached to the newer characters (vanessa, cassie, greg, etc) and i wanna see where this goes

it feels SO GOOD to be like theorizing again about what things could mean like. IM HOOKED just like how i used to be with the main story. its different, theres no denying that. but thats not a bad thing. i honestly like.. im GLAD william is dead dead cuz having them revive him over and over honestly just gets kinda old, its like when theres a banger slasher movie and then they make 20 shitty sequels SKFJS

like LET IT REST just let it die. ive seen some people say that it feels like it was a last minute change to steel wools story, since people were unsure about the ending but. IDK MAN thats a team of people, just because scott didnt plan that much doesnt mean every fnaf iteration is gonna be unplanned and shaky. i think steel wool has a good thing goin here and im happy to see more, VERY excited for help wanted 2 😁😁 i need this franchise like i need air SDFKS

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xxcherrycherixx · 4 months

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Warning for: smut, cunnilingus, a little bit of dirty talk, hair pulling, degradation, the possibility of someone being under a love spell during sex, faybelle just being a total bitch the entire time. Oh and cum eating because honey you should know if its Cupid smut by me then theres gonna be cum eating.

Faybelle’s plan goes… weird.

Faybelle catches a glimpse of cupid’s pink nail polish and quickly loads an arrow in before letting it fly towards her target. The arrow strikes true and the dark fairy watches as cupid shakes her head confused ‘the effects must be kicking in’ faybelle thinks to herself before letting out a small cheer for herself. Cupid catches the noise and looks to faybelle, the dark fairy freezes fully expecting the demigoddess to know what she has just done but surprisingly instead Cupid bites her lip, her eyes half lidded.

“Faybelle” she purrs, the dark fairy is confused by the other girls tone of voice. Cupid saunters towards her and faybelle backs up further into the stables, cupid isn’t acting how she thought she would. She expected the girl to get all sappy and chase after the nearest boy like her hexleaders had, not whatever is happening right now. “Faybelle, remember how i told you some love could help you not feel sick anymore?”

Faybelles back hits the wall of the stables and cupid is barely a hair width away from her. She trails a neatly manicured nail down faybelle’s chest, stopping at her abdomen before sliding over to her hip where the demigoddess’s hand clamps down. Faybelle jumps at the rough touch “ well i think i have found you a perfect match to make you feel better again” faybelle wants to argue with the girl, tell her to back off and that she doesn’t need love, but before she can the demigoddess does something faybelle hadn’t expected.

The dark fairy's eyes shoot wide open as lips press against her own, she can taste cupid’s overly sweet pink lip gloss and feel the warmth of her breath. ‘What in ever after is she doing?!?’ She screams internally, the hand on her hip slides to her backside and a yelp escapes her. Cupid takes it as the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping in.

Faybelle is still lost and confused but a gasp slips out of her as cupid explores her mouth. shes never kissed before, no boys ever wanted to kiss the daughter of the dark fairy while growing up and eventually faybelle decided that sort of mushy romance stuff was not worth it anyway. But this isn’t mushy, this is something different.

Cupid pulls away, her lips are now even more pink and plump than usual ‘why is everything about this girl so pink??’ Cupid’s hand still remains firmly planted on her ass and the demigoddess reminds her of it by giving a firm squeeze “ do you feel better yet? Or do you want more?” Faybelle will never resort to actually asking for more, so she puts her own hands on cupids hips and squeezes. mimicking the other girls confidence despite not knowing what shes doing at all. cupid takes the bold move as her answer and dives back in, faybelle tries to copy what cupid does as they kiss, not wanting to look like an inexperienced loser.

cupid moves her hand up under the back of faybelle's top, the feeling of soft fingers on her flesh is interesting.

Not as interesting as when those same fingers change their course to under the waistband of her leggings.

“Hmm!-“ faybelle pulls away from the kiss in a hurry. cupid blinks at her confused, as if she hadn’t just changed what they were doing from only simple kissing into something of a much different nature “ what are you doing!?” Cupid slips her hand back out of faybelle’s leggings “was that too much for you? Im sorry, we can just keep kissing if you want”

‘Was that too much for you?’ The words bounce in the dark fairy’s head, nothing is too much for her, especially if its something someone like cupid can handle. Fuelled by a need to prove herself she pulls cupid closer “i didnt stop you because it was too much. I stopped you because you’re so slow” cupid’s eyes light up at the words “ you want to go faster? We can skip to the real fun if thats what you want” she grins seductively, pressing up against faybelle’s body in a way that makes it clear what kind of fun she’s talking about.

It hits faybelle then what she’s just asked for, and she has to take a moment to ask herself if she’s really going to have sex with cupid in the back of the schools horse stables all because she doesn’t want this stupid pink cherub to think shes some sort of prudish loser who backs down the moment things get a bit spicy.

The answer of course, is yes. Shes absolutely going to have sex with cupid because there will never come a day where ‘Faybelle thorn, the daughter of the dark fairy’ backs down and admits defeat.

“Then get to it already, im getting bored.” As soon as the words leave her mouth cupid’s hands are under her top, the girl wastes no time before caressing and groping at her chest. A startled moan escape faybelle at the unexpected sensation, faybelle’s not some goody princess who has never touched her own body but touching her own breasts always resulted in her feeling nothing. she eventually just figured that playing with boobs during sex was just a stupid thing that only happens because boys are boob obsessed morons, not because it could be actually pleasurable.

Fuck, was she wrong about that. Either that or Cupid has some weird sex magic shes been hiding.

She spots cupid’s own untouched breasts, she never took notice of them before, shes not the kind of girl to look at other girls boobs- but the situation has made her finally take notice of them. They’re big and round, a total opposite to faybelle’s which are perky and NOT SMALL but instead ‘a perfect handful’, as she believes breasts should be.

‘another thing to hate about cupid, her dumb boobs that are way too big’ her hand grabs at one, its much too big to fit comfortably in her hands unlike her own. Cupid apparently takes the action as a sign to slip the straps of her dress down, casually letting her tits fall free as if they aren’t on school property where anyone can walk in and see.

‘Wait, we’re already in a shitty situation to be walked in on, what the fuck am i thinking’

Cupid bats her eyelashes at faybelle “you can keep touching them” faybelle wants to roll her eyes but she still reaches out and touches them despite it. Goddamn curiosity, she just wants to know why people like touching big boobs so much. Duh.

Cupid lets out little whines and gasps as faybelle fondles her bare chest, her own fingers finding their way all over faybelle’s body before stoping at her leggings waistband. “Faybelle” cupid calls, the dark fairy turns her attention from cupids tits to her eyes, an eyebrow raised in silent question.

“I want to taste you” faybelle makes a face at cupids words ‘what the fuck does that mean? we’ve already made out with each other why are you asking now?’ She wants to say but holds back. Thankfully she does or she would have looked like a fool as cupid drops to her knees, hands on faybelle’s thighs while looking up at her in absolute hunger. “Please let me. Fuck, i want to make you come”

Well how can she say no to someone begging so desperately to please her? “go for it” at the permission cupid slides her leggings and underwear down in one move. Faybelle cringes slightly at the fact her cunt is now out for anyone to see, now if someone walked in it wouldn’t just be cupid who looks absolutely shameless.

A small moan escapes the cherub on her knees “gods, your pussy is so pretty” faybelle raises a brow, totally not a hint of blush in her cheeks at the weird compliment ‘this chick has to be playing this up right? Theres no way shes actually this into just staring at my vagina, what kind of freak calls another girls pussy “pretty”?’

Cupid leans forward and presses a kiss above her clitoris before teasing around the area with her tongue, its a wet and cold sensation that faybelle’s not too sure on but her mind quickly changes when cupid swipes over her clit.

“fuck” a gasp escapes faybelle. shes already mentioned that shes no newbie to touching herself and getting off, but fuck the feeling of someones tongue is much more intense than just her own fingers. Cupid seems to have enjoyed hearing her as she laps at her clit again a couple more times, hoping to produce more sounds from the other girl.

After a while Cupid’s tongue no longer teases but instead works her cunt in a steady rythym, faybelle already knew this couldn’t be the cherubs first rodeo but with the way her mouth knows how to target all the right spots tells her that cupid must be secretly eating girls out on the regular.

Cupid parts faybelle’s thighs a bit more to get a better angle, faybelle feels herself start to wobble and her hand instinctively shoots out to grab something to steady herself, a moan from cupid rumbles at her cunt and she realises that her hand has fisted into the other girls pink lockes.

Feeling experimental she pulls at the hair slightly, and like before a moan follows giving even more sweet sweet pleasure against her clitoris ‘of course shes into something like this, i should have guessed’ “fuck, you’re such a freak” the words slip out from her mouth and she only realises when cupid pulls back, faybelle panics expecting the girl to be upset and planning to stop but to her surprise cupid looks up at her with even more lust “ yeah, im a dirty little freak” she practically moans out. faybelle can see one of cupids hands have travelled below herself, turns out cupid is into a lot more freaky things then just hair pulling. Faybelle bites her lip, her pussy throbs needily in the open air and cupid looks to be getting too lost in fucking herself to notice.

A girls got to do what a girls got to do.

She yanks hard at cupids hair bringing her back closer to her cunt “ you seem to be forgetting something. you still haven’t made me come, Slut” faybelle hopes that her attempt at dirty talk works and doesn’t come off as sounding stupid. she soon gets her answer when cupid goes straight back to eating her out, this time with so much enthusiasm that faybelle is literally pushed back flushed against the wall. Later she will probably be annoyed when her wings are sore on top of already currently being limp and useless but for now she doesn’t even spare a thought to them, her mind too busy focusing on every caress of that wet tongue on her sensitive little nub.

“Yeah, fuck like that” it seems her brain is also too busy to restrain her from saying embarrassing things and acting like a bitch in heat. Whoops.

Her hips start instinctively thrusting trying to get as much stimulation as possible from cupid’s mouth, shes pretty sure shes growing close and she just wants to hurry up and orgasm already. Another hand grips onto cupids hair and pulls the girls head in as much as possible, pressing cupid right against her as she practically rides the girls face. Cupid doesn’t seem to mind by the desperate moans and whines that spill from her bruised plump lips, her fingers presumably working even harder down below to make herself climax alongside faybelle.

A few more thrusts and faybelle feels her body tense as she comes on cupid’s tongue, the cherub lapping up her cum as she continues to work faybelle through her orgasm. Its not long until cupid also comes, moaning against faybelle’s oversensitive clit before collapsing back on her knees. faybelle watches as cupid slips her now wet fingers out before bringing them up to her wet pink lips and sucking with small satisfied moans. Faybelle knows she should think the action is pretty gross but in her post orgasm daze she just kind of finds it weirdly attractive… ok her brain is starting to work again, it’s no longer attractive.

She pulls her pants up, cringing at the feeling of her still wet vagina making contact with the fabric of her underwear ‘super gross’

Cupid pushes herself up, a satisfied smile on her face. She opens her mouth to speak before she notices something under her shoe “is that a part of my bow?” Sure enough it is, the rest of it sits nearby in pieces, quiver laying nearby with the arrows scattered on the floor. ‘Shit i forgot all about the bow, i must have dropped it’

Faybelle expects cupid to catch on to the fact that faybelle obviously stole her bow but the girl doesn’t, instead only making a disappointed sound “i must have left it here at some point when i last visited peggy and just didn’t see it today. Its a shame its broken, my dad is going to be a bit angry about replacing it again” faybelle takes the out that cupid’s stupidity has given her “you have to take better care of your stuff i guess.” She says casually, cupid giggles sweetly as she gathers her arrows back into the quiver “yeah, you’re right. At least if anyone got affected by one of the arrows while they were laying here then it should have worn off whenever the bow broke” cupid laughs “gods, the trouble this could have caused and i wouldn’t even know”

Faybelle stops in her tracks “wait the arrows stop working when the bow is broken?” Cupid nods as she gathers the remains of her bow in a neat pile to scoop up “yeah, its a backup just incase the user makes a big mistake thats hard to fix with mood roses.. like if the user accidentally hits themself” cupid cringes at the last bit, faybelle doesn’t respond only thinking about one thing ‘wait, was cupid under the arrows effects after all? When did the bow break?’ Faybelle decides its best not to ponder over if she accidentally coerced cupid into sex by shooting her with the arrow, thats a problem for her to worry over later in bed when shes not trying to maintain her cool dark fairy image.

The two stand awkwardly in the stables, faybelle not knowing what to do in the aftermath of actually having sex with someone, while cupid looks to be thinking something.

Eventually cupid speaks up “this wasn’t like, anything for you other than just casual sex… right?” Faybelle’s eyes go wide “fuck no” her response is pretty harsh but cupid seems happy at it “great! I started to get worried that you might have thought this was something more- i mean thats usually how things go around here right? Only couples have sex with each other” cupid rubs her neck embarrassed “ i really only just want to be friends with you, i mean you are incredibly hot and i would love to do this again- but only as friends just having some fun” faybelle really doesn’t want to be cupid’s friend at all, while the girl may be good at having sex shes still really annoying. But the idea of cupid eating her out again does sound tempting “yeah, sure” she says nonchalantly “we can do this again sometime” cupid seems happy by her response “if you ever want to then just message me on mychapter or find me around the school and we can pick a Place”

Faybelle just nods along waiting for the conversation to end “ok” cupid finally seems to notice the awkwardness and gathers all her stuff “well i guess i should be going to call my dad and get this replaced, i’ll see you later” cupid starts to scurry out of the stables before faybelle stops her “cupid, your boobs are still out.” cupid looks down at her chest “oh!” She giggles as if she didnt just almost flash anyone who was out and about “thanks faybelle! That would have been super embarrassing” she puts the top of her dress back on and continues leaving happily.

‘Writers shes so annoying’ faybelle thinks as she stands alone in the stables.

“Fuck, I forgot about the plan! What am i going to do?!”

#ever after high #c.a cupid #faybelle thorn #again sorry if its shit #reminder im still a virgin so im basically bullshitting my way through this #sex? i dont know her #writing faybelle is weird man #this took forever #reminder that if i accidentally wrote faybelles name wrong please tell me so i can fix it 😭

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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One Picture, One Shot

Thanks for the prompt, I changed slightly so I hope this is ok. heartangel1331 submitted: maybe you could do one where reader meets tom on set and they start falling in love and become rly close and a couple days later he goes public with his new gf who she doesn't know he's dating just for publicity like fake dating mutually and she's hurt and theres angst. then he confronts her and while fighting(verbally lol). with something like why not me and she's a lil younger like 10 yrs so she brings that up. he and pushes her against the wall and kisses her and says something like I love u thats why. and hes dating that other person cuz his agent forced him to kinda something like that and them smut with the hands tied w breeding kink

You met Tom a few months ago when you were acting as an extra for a new series he was starring in.

The two of you hit it off instantly, there was a connection between you both. Normally you would never sleep with a man on the first date, but the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.

When you had to return home up North, Tom promised he would come and visit you once he was finished filming.

You kept in touch with him, messaging daily and speaking on the phone at least every second day or so. You were head over heels for him and you thought he was with you, too. At least, that’s what he told you plenty of times.

But as you had been riding the high of falling in love and finally thinking you’d met the right guy, it all came crashing down so quickly, within a second. You’d opened up social media to find pictures of Tom, from today, kissing another woman outside a restaurant. The young actress that he was starring opposite in the series.

You’d never felt heart break like it before, you were absolutely devastated.

In the midst of your upset and anger at how he would do this to you, you messaged him simply saying thanks for nothing.

Then you blocked his number, you didn’t want to hear his excuses. It was obvious you had just been a bit of fun while you were there, but now he had found a beautiful famous actress that he wanted to be with instead.

For the rest of the day, you were on a downward spiral, kicking yourself for falling into the comfort thought that a guy like him would be interested in you.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, waking up many times during the night thinking it had been a nightmare. But your tear-stained pillow said otherwise.

You called in sick to work, not able to face seeing anyone today. You needed the day just to try and get your head together again.

But that didn’t last too long.

Around lunch time there was an urgent knocking on your door. You ignored it at first, not wanting to see anyone. But they kept knocking, constantly.

When you dragged yourself to see who the hell it was, you certainly didn’t expect to open the door to see Tom.

You tried to slam the door shut on him, but he reached out quickly and pushed back against it, stopping it.

‘Darling, please. I need to talk to you.’ He pleaded.

Part of you was confused to why he travelled five hours to see you when he was obviously with someone else. But you were so angry and upset still.

‘You didn’t even have the decency to tell me first!’ You snapped at him and tried pushing the door closed against his hand but he was too strong.

‘That is not what happened, at all. Please. There is nothing between us, she grabbed me and kissed me, I pushed her off. I swear to you, darling. There is nothing going on.’

‘Why should I believe you? There was a picture of you both kissing all over the internet!’ You screeched at him as tears welled up in your eyes.

‘One picture, because I pushed her away instantly. I swear on my life, I told her that wasn’t on what she did.’

You turned away from him and went back into your home, since you weren’t able to shut the door on him. He followed you in, though you wished he had just left.

‘She’s a young hot actress, I wouldn’t blame you for choosing her. I just hate you didn’t tell me!’ You argued back at him.

‘But I don’t choose her!’ Tom yelled at you.

‘Why are you here? What’s the point?’ Your voice was raised.

‘You blocked my number. Of course I was going to come and see you!’ Tom’s voice was raised too, his jaw was clenched, as he was angry you weren’t listening to him.

‘But WHY?’ You yelled at him.

‘Because I love you, that’s why!’ Tom yelled back and then he swiftly moved in on you, pushing you back against the wall and he held your chin as he kissed you firmly.

He took your breath away as he deepened the kiss and his hands began to wander. At first you were shocked at his admission of his love for you, and now at the passion he was kissing you with.

When he eventually gave you a breather, you were gasping for air, but he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and gazed into your eyes lovingly.

‘Let me make it up to you for what she did… Please, darling. Let me show you how much you mean to me.’ He dipped his head down to you again to steal another kiss.

In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed against him.

Tom slid his arm around you and he lifted you up, then carried you through to your bedroom. You both toppled down onto the bed, hands roaming over one another as you tried undressing each other.

Once Tom had you naked underneath him, he slowly began kissing and sucking on your neck, making you moan as his hands wandered down your body.

‘You’re so beautiful, my love. How could you even think for a second, I’d want anyone else.’ He mumbled against your neck as his hand slipped between your thighs, they fell open easily for him. You gasped as his fingers began lightly stroking you, finding you wet already, but his wicked fingers soon had you soaking.

‘I’m yours and you are mine, love… Let me show you, make you mine.’ He growled into your ear, making you tremble.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, then gently took hold of your hands and brought them round to your back. He skilfully tied them together with your bra that was just at the side of the bed, making your heart race in excitement.

Taking hold of your hips, he pulled you up onto your knees and then moved in behind you, you felt his cock trail against your inner thigh, until he lined up with your wet cunt. One hand slipped around to your neck, holding you up against him as his other hand went to your stomach.

‘You and only you are mine…’ He purred as he thrust his cock slowly, but firmly, into you. He filled you to the brim and halted, letting you adjust for a bit. ‘And I’m going to fuck a baby into you to prove it.’

‘Oh god.’ You whimpered at not only feeling him fill you up, but at his words too. The thought of him doing just that…

He felt you clench around his cock, making him chuckle as he nipped your shoulder.

When he began moving, pulling out ever so slightly to then thrust back into you, you couldn’t contain all your moaning and whimpering. He just felt so good inside you.

‘I am going to make sure I get you pregnant, even if it means having to take you repeatedly on the hour every hour until you are. Proving over and over that you’re mine. For everyone to see, paparazzi included.’

‘Ohhh, Tommmm.’ You cried out, you were so close already. And so was he.

You could feel him starting to throb inside you, making him feel even larger. Then the large hand on your stomach ventured further down and he started teasing your clit that was flushed out from hiding by his presence inside you.

‘Cum for me. Cum all over my cock while I fill you up.’ He growled, thrusting hard once more into you. You did just as he said and started cumming at the same time as he did, your mind had turned to utter mush as the pleasure wrecked you completely.

Tom growled and grunted behind you, biting harder on your shoulder that would leave a mark. His cum filled you up, and once he was finished he didn’t pull out. Instead, he gently lay you down still under him, feeling his weight on top of you was oddly comforting and heavenly.

‘Am I forgiven? Do you believe me now, darling?’ He whispered, kissing the back of your neck before you turned your head to the side.

‘I… I do.’ You whispered. ‘I love you, Tom.’

‘I love you too.’ Tom smiled, relieved he had you back.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston x you #one shot #prompt #one picture

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musashi · 1 year

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Out of curiosity, how would one go about writing a fever? An escalating one that just gets warmer and warmer?

OK SO THIS ASK HAS TWO PARTS: A MORE CLINICAL PART AND A MU IS A SICKFIC WRITER WHO LIKES TO WRITE SICKFIC PART.

PART ONE: I ACTUALLY HAVE A GUIDE ON THIS FROM A NURSING MAJOR THAT GOES INTO DETAIL ABOUT PHASES OF A FEVER AND EVERYTHING, literally like, i don't find myself following this to a point when i write but i think about the broken down phases so much just subconsciously it has stuck with me for years and i think would be really helpful so here it is. i think this will be really helpful for the escalation aspect.

PART TWO: if you want something a little less clinical and more casual here are some fever tips i wrote for all my friends during sicktember last year copypasted onto this ask. NOTE i am not a medical professional i'm just an autistic who both 1. has a narrative fixation and 2. likes to study diseases and immune responses

SO fevers are cool cause they're kind of unpredictable which means you can tailor them to your sickie. some people run hot some people run cold. some people feel so exhausted they cant move others get hyper and cant calm their heartrate down. you can really just do whatever the fuck.

uhhhh a couple misconceptions about fevers:

theres this old saying thats like feed a cold starve a fever. this is wrong its an old wives tale. all sickies need food to strengthen their immune response, the stronger the immune response the quicker their fever will fuck off. UNFORTUNATELY even the lowest fever will suppress appetite. the first stage of a fever is usually a lack of appetite--not necessarily nausea just, like, a general distaste for food and outright lack of hunger. this is good for drama

some people will claim that, like, after a certain age you don't really get fevers when u have something like a common cold? this is untrue. your body will give you a fever over literally anything. you can get a fever from an infected wound, or a simple illness, or even just from working too hard. never let anyone bully you out of not making your character feverish.

what constitutes a fever really kinda is different person to person. 98.7 is the average body temperature and anything above that is a fever but like i usually run 96-97 so i consider 98 something to worry abt. some people will say its not a fever until you hit 100 but thats WACK to me i'll get 99s all the time when im sick.

ok so symptoms

lack of appetite, like i said this is the most basic of basics its almost a guarantee.

chills or hot flashes, again depends on what you find most interesting. you can do both! you can rapidly oscillate. sometimes sickie might feel freezing cold from the neck down but their head is on fire. sometimes they might be cold all over, put on a blanket, and immediately be too hot. just a general lack of temperature regulation but it straightup does not matter the key is just that they are uncomfortable in whichever direction.

body aches body aches oh my god the most underrated symptom. a low fever might make raising your arms above your head feel like an ordeal, a higher one can all but immobilize you. im talking like can barely move an inch. generally with a fever it feels like you just spent the day walking or exercising and are recovering, just wiped out.

kind of with the above but outright exhaustion. sickie might just start falling asleep wherever they are. on a desk. standing up. who knows. just being conscious is a Task

if their fever creeps into higher digits like 102+ they might get delirious. they might say and do stupid shit, or out of character shit at the very least. this is super fucking awesome cause u can make them act out of character and scare the caretaker a lil if you want. walled in characters might start getting emotional. serious characters might get silly. its basically an instant lack of inhibitions, you have an excuse to make them say what they are feeling in their heart without them worrying about saying it. or you can just make them shitpost if you want something more lighthearted.

you didn't ask about caretaking but if anyone reading this wants that here's caretaking:

feed them, but more importantly HYDRATE THEM fevers dehydrate you so bad. hydration is the key to every ailment but fevers ESPECIALLY need to be fought with lots of electrolytes. water the sickie,,, water them like plant.

meds if applicable

help them regulate their temperature! a cool towel on the forehead really does work, but wrap em in a blanket too if they're shivering. as a rule shivering is bad. i dont remember all the science behind it but shivering generally stimulates more heat which makes the fever worse, so keep cooling them down to a minimum w something like a cold pack or wash cloth.

keep them company. if delirious sickie is having a breakdown a thing their caretaker can do is talk them through it. sometimes a fever will make you overstimulated but if sickie is good with touch, hold their hand or stroke their hair perhaps. verbal affirmations that its gonna be ok. on the flipside if your sickie is talking absolute nonsense or acting like a fool you can make the caretaker fucking babysit them like sweet jesus ok im not leaving you alone.

related to the above but staying with them is good if theyre too sick to do much besides lay there. reading to them so they dont get bored. telling them a story. putting on a show for them and just kinda chilling. or just talking! boredom is the worst part of being sick i think.

massage underrated. give sickie shoulder massage. back massage. they are full of bone hurting juice help them get that shit out. every time i had a fever my bestie would give me a back massage and im gonna think abt it for the rest of my life perhaps.

HI I REALLY REALLY LIKE TALKING ABOUT SICKFIC ASK ME ABOUT SICKFIC ANY TIME

#wendy answers #pictureswithboxes #wendy rambles #wendys guide to sickfic #sickfic shit

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hedgehog-cynder · 7 months

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flower boy review : fucking beautiful no complaints beyond rating on any scale. ill note some things about every song cause :3

foreword: holy shit what an opener. nothing lasts forever, nothing sticks together????? absolutely heart wrenching. amazing lyrics amazing everything THE ENDING SYNTHS?,$,%?"? breathtaking i swear to god

where this flower blooms: i would just like to say AGSGDGSUSHDHSGSHDJSHAHDGSJAGSGSJSGDD. instrumentals are beautiful tyler sounds beautiful frank sounds beautiful lyrics are chefs kiss what else is there left

sometimes...: i dont care if its one minute long I dont care its so fucking pretty and soft and sobbing material. on my first listen it jumpscared me because i thought it was BOYFRIEND. also the voice of the radio host is very comforting and helps me not dissociate

see you again: 20-20 20-20 vision cupid hit me cupid hit me with precision i wonder if u look both ways when u cross my mind i said i said im sick of sick of sick of sick of chasing ure the one thats always running through my daydreams i i can only see ur face when i close my eyes its so fucking beautiful kalis voice is heavenly this song makes me want to die

who dat boy: god everything about this one is just fucking beautiful the synths the lyrics the delivery asap sounds just so fucking good. everythings just. AGHDGDHSG and the ending feels like getting run over /pos

pothole: this is probably a song ill use to demonstrate tyler as an artist to whoevers interested in my autistic rambling cause. its one of the longer songs in the album its got stops n twists n turns the instrumental is to die for jadens voice is just so pretty. its one of The tyler songs to me. but dont take that last part seriously cause i say it about every song

garden shed: this one is the first song off flower boy ive ever listened to. it is just So. ITS JUST SO!!!!! estelles voice the slow pacing its such a good waltz. i would have to write out the whole lyrics because theres no one part of them i love more. its just so beautiful

boredom: everything about this song makes me feel like im going to die if i dont hold head in hands dramatically. its so vulnerable and heart breaking annas voice the harmonies the orchestrals everything just makes me want to sob. the end is especially devastating. another one im gonna use to explain tyler

i aint got time: god where to begin. whatever sample he used in there is fucking perfect for the job everythings so good and stimulating his delivery is flawless everything makes me wanna jump and kick and dance its all just beautiful. the ending is very silly i love it and also WOAHHHHHH. FUCK YEA GOOD FOR HIM

911 / mr lonely: just thinking about it is devastating. every time i listen to it i am mentally on the floor in fetal position. its so sorrowful and emotional while having the best motherfucking instrumentals and delivery like GOD i never doubted him but this man really does it all

droppin seeds: ok this is where my notes will fall a little flat. i cant take mentions of sex in any capacity seriously i am sorry. its a beautiful song though and i love it

november: oh god this one BREAKS me. its so emotional and open and i cant fucking get enough of it. and yet again it does so while being a FUCKING BANGER. the last verse always hits like a sack of wet mice and oh is it really bitch u know the dealy really hilly willy tilly silly hold that billy how i milly rock is soon going to become my newest vocal stim and i have no choice but to accept it

glitter: god what a devastating sad song. it really captures what its talking about. how joyful and cute and loving it is AND THEN the lowered pitch & tempo please dont save me the repetition of how ya feel? the kinda second half is all so much like being stuck in heartbreak i love it. it makes me feel like im falling from heaven. plausibly crowley style

enjoy right now, today: honestly with the sad note glitter ends on this one sounds so bright in comparison its fucking hilarious. i honestly didnt expect it to be almost fully instrumental but holy shit if anything it just shows how good he is even without lyrics. i have also never heard a more work at a pizza place song in my LIFE and its honestly making me wanna redownload roblox just cause i feel nostalgic. FUCK what a good closer

yeah thats it im done <3

#miisha.txt #i poured my heart in this post riekhdjshdsjhd #uhhhhh wait lemme just.#flower boy #it is a tag it seems. idk what for and im not gonna check <3 #tyler the creator is also a tag but i am really scared of peoples perceiving so i wont put it #flower boy was enough of a tag #anyway im done with rambling here time to hit post

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deepfriedseagullfeet · 2 years

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my henrik! lore under the cut:

early-mid 40’s, cis male/very closeted trans woman (he him/she her), bisexual, 6’2”

henrik is literally the CLOSEST thing to canon my egos are gonna get. like, henrik is still a “”DOCTOR”” and DEFINITELY still has his medical license to perform surgeries. definitely.

and as for personality, well, theyre very similar. like ok. i see stuffy, serious henriks in fics all the time, and i for real think yall are forgetting canon henrik. he’s Passionate, hes Loud, he yells and he’s a lil narcissistic at times but hes loveable and cares very much for jack and his friends. and thats really who my henrik is personality-wise.

hes got some sass and snark to him, hes very smart and analytical, he lets his passion for his work and his hobbies roam free. now, could this boisterous personality be hiding his true fears, his gender dysphoria, his need for love and validation? possibly but shhh

henrik is another ego with a backstory! its somewhat simple early on, he was a single kid with strict parents, growing up in rural germany. he was very smart and school was a joke, he made friends and got both the ladies and the fellas when he went to college for his doctorate. but, he never finished his degree because he flunked out, partially out of laziness and his idea that he was smart enough to be a surgeon without a license, the fact that he WAS doing surgeries illegally for people who didnt want to go to “real” doctors because they were also doing illegal stuff (yes my henrik is involved in crime but thats neither here nor there), and also because he was distracted by meeting his Wife.

he gets married to anne, a dentist he fell head over heels in love with, and had three children with-two twin girls and a son. he went to jail a few times for petty crimes and eventually being found performing surgeries without a license, but he had good lawyers and didnt serve long. his life before the egos was strange and filled with crime and love and family, all kinds of wacky shenanigans. hes an interesting person.

but, his son tragically passed in a car accident, which happened before he was brought to life, so to speak. he was still grieving the loss of his son and the divorce that followed, so he was kinda quiet when he was born.

so thats in general who this guy is. but with the plot, the reason henrik was created was because of jackie. when jackie was born, jack wasnt getting him help or the medications he needed because of his schizophrenia. as such, he was very sick and mentally unstable, and jack needed someone smart who could get him that help without having the doctors ask about “histories” birth certificates, etcedera.

henrik actually never knew he was created for jackie, but still, he got him the help he needed, often caring for jackie on his bad days, secretly hoping for jackie to love him back. but henrik…never felt that jackie did. in fact, theres a lot to henrik and jackie’s relationship. and as the plot moves along, henrik grows distasteful and angry towards jackie. when he starts ‘favoring’ chase over him, he gets jealous. when jackies schizophrenia leaves him bedridden, henrik is left alone and grows bitter towards jackie and his illness as jack is, not very nice to henrik when jackie isnt around (but again, thats a conversation for another day). and theres something that snaps inside him, when he finds out jackie is trans, and is out, happy, transitioned, validated, and henrik…henrik is not. and its immature and childish, but henrik HATES jackie for it.

but with his relationships with the other egos, they were pretty good. he and marvin became best friends, he adores chase, and of course, he falls for jameson hard. with the egos, hes like the mama that scolds everyone if they forget to eat, patching up scrapes and bruises and making sure they all stay out of trouble, despite the things that henrik himself does for a living. hes like the counterpart to jackie, being the second parent of the household when jack is taken.

#henrik von schneeplestein #jacksepticegos #my art #ego lore #ego posting

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lordfreg · 1 year

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OMG I'm probably cursing ur poor ask box with how much I've spammed it at this point-

BUT THIS UTTER BRAINROT HAS BEEN EATING ME ALIVE-and now I'm gonna share it with you 😌

So IDK if you've seen 'Demon Slayer'? But theres this guy and he has 3 wives (probably wondering where this is going-) but FOR SOME REASON... It got me thinking of an AU

I was thinking, Runna and Tam are both shipped with Donnie, and I couldn't help but start pondering about some like- Mafia/Yakuza AU where Donnie and the bros are all Mob Bosses of certain districts of the city and TAM AND RUNNA ARE LIKE- DONNIES SUPER BADASS YAKUZA HOUSEWIVES AND THEY JUST GO SHOPPING WITH THEIR BODY GUARDS APRIL AND CASS AND ALL THESE STORIES AND IMAGINES KEPT POPPING INTO MY HEAD

(OK I've spread my disease for u I hope this isn't weird and I'm so sorry if it is-)

THANK YOU FOR CRAWLING INTO MY ASKBOX AGAIN BESTIE 💖💖💖💖💖 Though, I like the idea idk if Runa would be able to share😿

It’s sad but true, she’s a lil selfish and tents to keep things to herself, but I have back up Donnie’s so you can have this one🫰😝

BUT, that reminds me I have an au like that! It’s called “Part-Time Ninja”

it’s gonna get weird but just listen-

they own like a strip club(???) and it’s called “The Lair” and it’s in the Hidden City, and after everything closes for the night, the guys suit up and fight crime

it’s still in beta, but if you want to do a collab over this that would be awesome!!

but I do like that au with the cool warrior wives💖

but consider how strange a strip au would be for this fandom idk if i should try and revive this project, it was taking a lot of time and effort I really didn’t have the energy to put into but I do have some little dabbles that I wrote a long time ago about this au.

so if that peaks your interest, perhaps we could revive this project; I like the mafia au, but for my nefarious purposes it works better as a strip🕺.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS SORRY IF IT SOUNDS RUDE I AM VERY TIRED AND CELEBRATING NEW YEARS WITH FAMILY AND I FEEL LIKE HUMAN GARBAGE BECAUSE IM SICK 💖💖💖💖💖💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

-Lord Freg :)💛

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fkarandomthoughts · 5 months

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mystery guy ended up being Austin, like i thought at first.

i feel... conflicted interally.

i was supposed to be done with men, but here we are.

he told me he dosent like men in a romantic way its only physical. valid i guess. i just dont get it. sounds like repression to me but what do i know. who am i to question someones sexual identity yknow.

i feel sick, dinner hasnt started yet. i dont know if its cause im hungry or if i need to have an emotional release over what has occurred today. in any event im just stuck on the couch wanting to monolgue or lay my head on my knees and scream.

how is it every guy i talk to never wants anything more than just sex. i sorta need more than that.

and i know i could just avoid austin, but curiosity catches the cat again.

its crazy that it ended up being him. hes been stuck in my head for YEARS.

i finally get everything ive ever wanted: mystery solved and austin interested in me. only he dosent want me in the same way i want him. its actually REALLY funny because ive dreamed about him so many times.

i dont known anymore bro. he kind of killed the vibe today asf. i tried not letting him but theres not much to do right now aside from waiting for dinner to be served

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years

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Truth Serum

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.

Word Count: 1.7K

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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didn’t realize until it was too late and you drank Bruce’s experimental truth serum.

“Jesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? I’m so sick of that stupid 70s rock music you’re always playing.”

Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.

“L/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.”

“Well I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.” You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.

“I did NOT mean to say that.”

“Y/n… did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?” Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows

You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruce’s as you slowly nodded a small yes.

“Well, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.”

“TRUTH SERUM?!” You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.

“No thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!” Tony said with a cheeky grin

Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. “How long will this last?” You asked muffled

“Best case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.”

Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab “Good luck kid!”

“And theres no antidote?” You pleaded

“Sorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we don’t try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.”

“So how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?”

“My best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I don’t have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.”

But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.

“Okay, I’ve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?” Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.

“I think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.” You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.

“Don’t think you’re safe either beefcake. You’re 106 years old and still can’t take a joke, not to mention that you’re forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? I’m not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.” You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.

“Oh hi Ego Machine! Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?”

After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.

“Creepy motherfucker…” you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen

“What was that you said about my husband?” Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal

“Jesus Christ Wanda! A warning!” You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously

“You can ask anything you want but you’re not allowed to be upset by the answer” you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.

“Are you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?” Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.

“Yeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I ‘really’ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.”

“You do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someone’s telling the truth or lying, I just don’t always call them on it.”

“Right.” You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.

You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.

“Don’t come in! Go away!” You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.

“I could’ve sworn I said to NOT come in.” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.

“And when’s the last time I took orders from you?” Pietro said with a smile.

“You never take orders from anyone, I’m surprised you haven’t been kicked off the team yet honestly.” You spat, bitter that he wasn’t respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked there’d be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.

“Ah, you wound me dragâ.” Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if you’d shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“The team tells me you’ve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?” He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.

“I’m not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Banner’s experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didn’t you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably won’t wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, I’m only a bitch to the team members I don’t like.” Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro

“I suppose that’s true, Wanda did tell me you weren’t too bad when she ran into you this morning.” Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally you’d tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked

“Is this okay?” As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest

“Yeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.” The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.

Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked “Then why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?”

“Becwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfh…” you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb

“What was that darling?” He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. It’s like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said

“Because I don’t want you to know how I really feel about you.” The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.

“And how do you feel about me dragosté?”

“Like you’re the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.” That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasn’t long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away

“So how do you feel now?” Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face

“Like I could kiss your stupid face all day.” You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.

The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldn’t ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.

But you’d end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)

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A/N

Ahhh here’s my 4th post that will be published while I’m away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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platonic-prompts · 2 years

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Dairy Farms

And cue the militant vegans screaming at me in the notes because I dare to talk about *gasp* dairy (although a lot of people like just repeating the same information and yelling, no youre wrong and im right)

But jokes aside, it's actually really hard to find accurate information on the diary industry because organizations like PETA and basically any animal welfare group screams that dairy is evil, dairy is scary

It's not

A lot of the pictures you see of mistreatment of the cows are A: extreme examples and are outliers (and often from organic farms) or B: out of context (like a picture of a cow in a field where it rained the night before so theres a lot of mud)

Because simply put, dairy cows produce more milk when they're not stressed. It is literally in the farmers best financial interest to keep the animals happy and healthy. A cow can straight up stop producing milk if they get too stressed. And when we still milked, you want to know how we got them into the stalls? We opened the gates from the field and they all walked in and stood in their spots. My grandpa only had to nudge one out and over into her spot. (We even waited on Granny cow to get in)

Dairy calves are usually taken away from their moms not long after they're born, but there are reasons for this. One, dairy cows aren't usually the best moms. If you get between them and a calf, yeah they'll charge you, but it doesn't matter if its their calf or not.

Two, its for safety reasons, not just for the farmer but for the calf. Cows are big creatures, and they can accidentally kill the calves or the calves can get sick because they dont have a strong immune system

And before anyone says 'the cows are crying for their children' no they aren't. The cows literally do not care. When I was younger, and when we still milked, the young calves were kept in the back of the barn, through a big open doorway. Those were the calves of the milking cows, who walked into the barn and their stalls without guidance, who at any moment could have went back there to try to get to the calves. And not one of them did.

(I also saw a story that had people being 'i will never buy dairy again this is so sad' and it just proves how guillible people are. The whole thing was a dairy cow hid one of her twins so it wouldnt get killed and she kept coming to the parlor dry, which meant a single calf drank six to seven gallons of milk. You know, just like twelve times what they normally drink.)

Male dairy calves are not immediately shot in the head and to suggest that is frankly disgusting. We don't tend to keep them, because as I've said before bulls are dangerous, but also they're sold off to other farmers to raise for meat. (Also veal crates are illegal in nine states in the US including in some of the highest dairy producing states)

I think I've explained AI for cows before, so I'm not touching on that again except to say that bulls can end up crushing a cows pelvis and that yeah, those cows would be getting very pregnant anyways

Those white hutches you can see cows in are designed to keep them nice and comfortable. I remember my mom's fiance's sister-in-law throwing a fit when her son worked at the larger dairy farm up the road. (she also threw a fit when said kid got kicked by a cow, and its like what were you doing to the cow?)

Also fun fact, cows kick to the side, which means if they really didn't want to be milked uh, yeah

The milking machines don't hurt, its like a light vacuum (my grandpa had be shove my finger into one of the tubes once) aka what the babies would be doing when drinking

Cows are part of the carbon cycle, which means they really aren't as big of a climate issue as people make them out to be. Essentially, the methane they release will turn to CO2 and then that will get taken up by plants. You can't create something out of nothing, and the methane is a by product of their metabolism. By this logic, human's millions or billions of tons of carbon dioxide we breath is also contributing to global warming (its not, because again its part of the carbon cycle, unlike coal which is carbon thats been out of the cycle for a long time)

Oh, and the biggest thing is, small farms sell their milk too. And there are levels that you have to meet in order to have your milk sold (aka that there is pus in milk thing is a lie) and that includes antibiotics.

#not a prompt #i wanted to talk about dairy today apparently #if you guys have any questions dont be afraid to ask #this is incase someone wants to write a story that has a dairy farm in it #dont contribute to misinformation folks

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boytouya · 3 years

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦

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WARNING: graphic depictions of violence, blood, angst, open ended/ambiguous ending, descriptions of death.

request: “Can i request sukuna x male reader. Where reader keeps reincarnating with each lifetime for a curse and every time he remembers sukuna, he dies after gaining memories back. You can choose if theres a good ending or angst. Thank you king! I fell in love with him especially after reading that one shot i had to watch jjk and hes hot! Thank you for turning me into a sukuna simp! Much love”

a/n: i went,,,overboard with this request 🗿 BUT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITESSIJEHSHE i’m honored to have introduced you to such a foine man

When you were five, only then had you understood the curse deemed ‘Ryoumen Sukuna.’ A rather tall man with two heads, one of which had splattered blood onto your sneakers. You understood the concept of death, of course, but could never truly comprehend the feeling of nothingness after watching your life flash before your eyes until nineteen. But there you stood, clutching the loop of your shorts when you witnessed the murder of your entire village. You didn’t know evil could have a moral compass, but the tall curse seemed to exclude half of the women and children. After the widening of youthful eyes and curdling screams you learned the monster took likings to things too. Women, with shaking forms and broken spirits. He’d stop before them, stare at them with eyes that could- in fact- kill, if they truly wanted to. But then he stopped in front of you.

“Close your eyes, Brat.” Death's hands were just as large as your family painted them out to be, if not larger. Calloused and riddled with blood as they are placed over your ears. You do as he- it says, squeezing your eyes shut and enclosing your eyes behind the meat of your palms just to be extra careful. You can see stars behind your eyelids, just as you can feel the sickening twang of death lingering in the air. You were aware it would happen at some point, Death would find its place for you over and over and over again, you’d been told since the day you were born.

There’s another sound, only muted under large palms. You don’t need your sense of sight or hearing to know what it was, the warm chunks splattering onto your skin was enough. Immediately, you flinched. When you opened your eyes, there were piercing eyes staring straight into your own. It looked so human, but something was off. Uncanny, as if it took years to manipulate its flesh and bone to emulate humans to a T. But there was nothing human behind those eyes, instead a void of nothingness. Death itself. If Death could express interest, you’d have thought that was the expression it was imitating. It offers a hand, one of four. Larger than your face, with sharp claws that could almost be described as talons. Darkened by dirt and remains of your loved ones, if it truly wanted to kill you, it could. It could tear you limb from limb with the wave of a finger. And it knew that.

So you took the hand, and he became your second home.

When you were ten, you learned about the red string of fate. It could never be broken, and those connected by it would always reunite, no matter the circumstances. You often had nightmares, those of which filled with blurred faces and sharp pain that reached you in your lucid state. Dreams of talons, piercing eyes, and double headed monsters. You dreamt under the stars, tasted metal on your tongue, and choked on smoke that wasn’t actually there. You dreamt of facial markings, details that you couldn’t exactly place, a name that you couldn’t quite remember. It left your tongue feeling thick in your mouth, racked tremors through your body, and caused premature dark circles to accumulate under your eyes.

When you were nineteen, you experienced your last breath. The air was stolen from your lungs, crushed under years of heartbreak and terror, and snatched from you in the dead of night. Your eyes glazed over, and nothingness overtook you. It left you for someone else to find, cold and lifeless. A void, similar to the eyes you had finally placed. But that didn’t matter much then, you had already drifted away from your body.

And that was that.

Thus, the cycle repeated. Under different names, different ages, different genders. There was always something gnawing away at your conscience, you felt as though you were forgetting something. But when you finally remembered, it was too late. And there was nothing you could do about it.

It was almost like deja vu, stepping outside your home to find blood splattered on the concrete floor. It made your blood run cold, sent a tremor through your body and made you feel like you were five again. Small and defenseless. You take it as your best interest to go back inside before you pass out, but the second you whip your body around you meet something- someone?- large and sturdy.

“Sukuna.” That was it, the sour taste at the tip of your tongue, the lingering sensation at the back of your brain. Him. He didn’t look the same, no, much smaller with tufts of pink hair. There’s something behind his eyes this time, something almost irrevocably human. For some reason that’s much scarier than what you remember. What you think you remember. He’s much more human, but the way he looks at you is everything but humane. He looks frustrated, angry at something, as if he’ll implode any second and go on a rampage. Dread bubbles up in your stomach, nearly erupting through your mouth as bile. It felt as though something should be happening, like something usually happened when the itch went away. He chuckles, low in his throat as he cranes his neck to put his face uncomfortably close to your own. His hands, still large, find their way to your wrist, gripping your right hand uncomfortably tight. For a moment, you consider how long a trip to the hospital would be if he shattered the bone beneath his fingers. But instead there’s a jolt of electricity that would’ve had you yanking your hand back if he weren’t holding it.

“What? You look different.” He all but purrs, inspecting your palm with long nails. Not long enough to be talons, but longer than those of a claw. It was true, you did look different. He wondered if you spent your lifetimes looking exactly the same. That couldn’t have been possible, he would’ve found you much easier, then. Still quite boyish, as if the body you were in didn’t originally belong to you. Clearly grown out of cargo shorts and polos, much taller than you were before. There was no way he could have forgotten you, the way you jumped when the remains of your loved one splattered across your legs. The way you stared back at him with a look of acceptance, the way you grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead you out of the village. It explained the body memories perfectly, the feeling of large palms on your head and remnants of a brain splattering onto your knees.

“Last time I saw you,” He let’s go of your wrist with a bored expression, then replaces its spot with the top of your head. He shoves you down, and you make an effort to ignore the crack your knees make when they smack against the concrete. Then, he crouches down to stare you directly in the eye, just like he had the first time you met. His eyes were no longer dark, instead a deep shade of red that caught light from the moon. They reminded you of vials of blood. “You were this tall. Much cuter in this century.”

“And you were bigger.” Sukuna laughs as if hearing that was the funniest thing in the world. He leans his weight into you and uses you as a support beam, laughing until his ribs burn and beg for a break. But how could he laugh at a time like this? He didn’t think it was weird? He’s existed for centuries, murdered for millennias and only now has he seen you. That wasn’t how it worked, when you died, you died. But Sukuna was a walking oxymoron to that statement. When he died, if he died, he would return. He’d return through you, the last fragments of his soul would stay bound to yours until the end of time. Perhaps that’s how he knew, how he remembered. Perhaps that’s why he still took the time to find you, even after countless years of failure. It was peculiar, but not as much as being bound to Death himself. It was a sick game of turning the phrase ‘Til’ death do you part,’ because in your case it was literal.

“You’re still a brat.” His voice is closest to something fond, as if he’s reminiscing sweet memories. It was much different on your account, and part of you wondered if Sukuna understood that. He makes no effort to help you up (he explains that you’re “a big boy now”) as he invites himself into your apartment. Nothing special, he doesn’t care much for family photos or if you have them, but the stacks of letters and books on your table peak his interest. He tears apart envelopes as if he owns them, reads through the contents and discards them to the floor if he deems them useless. The way he sits nearly breaks your chair, and, honestly, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.

So you sit beside him.

“You were so scared,” He says, almost as if he were bragging. But he was known to be arrogant and cocky, that was just his nature. He didn’t truly mean it like that, in fact, he looked quite reverent after letting the thought drift into the air. It was kind of funny, such a powerful thing fawning over past memories. But that wasn’t how this should go, you had your memory back, so why hasn’t anything happened? “When you grabbed my hand you stopped shaking.”

“...”

“It’s a shame I couldn’t keep you long,” He visibly frowns, the skin around his lips worry, but you can't tell if it’s genuine or not. He looks at you with something knowing the second the thought enters your head. “I looked for you, at first. You died young, for a human.”

Ninteen. ‘I should have been there,” he wants to add.

“Why aren’t I dying now?” You interrupt and let the panic sink in, the thought of impending doom sits on your shoulders because, really, it could happen at any moment. But this time, you don’t want it to. You remember accepting death when it came to your door at the young age of five, nineteen, countless times over and over. You had only ever gotten this far, you weren’t ready yet. You couldn’t start over, not now. “Sukuna?”

The question sours his mood in the blink of an eye, and instead of looking through your things, he raises himself from his seat to rest his palms on the table. It seemed he had a thing for staring down at people, making them cower under his stone cold gaze. You note the way his jaw clenches. You open your mouth to speak again, but he seems to have other plans. He squeezes your cheeks, making your lips purse together under the pressure of his large fingers. The movement feels familiar, like he’s done it before. The five years you spent with him were still a bit of a blur, but you remembered holding his hand quite often. He’d tell you to close your eyes if there was something he didn’t want you to see, he’d ruffle your hair a bit too hard, let you sleep on his back if he was out in the town. But that was all you remembered. He remembered it all.

“Respect your elders,” He lets go and sits back down as if he hadn’t just thrown a tantrum over you interrupting him. Sukuna was centuries old, but even then, he’d exhibit immature behavior sometimes. Living for so long had to get boring (and lonely) at some point, perhaps that was why he looked for you. He did consider you something close to family, after all. In truth, there were some lifetimes where you met. Some when you were friends, something more than that, and something inseparable. And that’s why you hadn’t died yet, you didn’t remember it all. “It’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re talking.”

“You’re much more handsome in this life.” His smile is much more intimidating than sweet, the sinister curl to his lips would only ever be associated with bloodshed in your eyes. But it was much more than that. Nights of sleeping together, days of laughter and flirtatious comments, soft moments that only you had seen. And it was bittersweet, because he knew the second he’d jog your memory you’d be gone. It wasn’t just a curse for you, but for him. Maybe it was his punishment for hurting so many people, dragging an innocent soul down with him and hanging them by the red string of fate. The comment makes your skin prickle with heat. Sukuna was quite the charmer when he wanted to be, easily picking at your weak spots with whatever you wanted to hear. But the comment was much more for the sake of his own, instead of yours.

Sukuna stands, hot on his heels as he holds out his hand one last time. If something were to happen to you tonight he’d make the most out of it, just as he did countless times over and over. So many years of starting over, getting to know you in various different bodies, realizing that being trapped away was the only way you’d get to live a full life, it was always on his mind. You were always on his mind.

So you take his hand. And for the millionth time, he’d become your second home.

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beann-e · 3 years

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Haikyu! Characters With A Shy Manager

Inarizaki Players With a Shy Manager

Read Part Two Here

Suna

- Suna is the type to not really care about what’s going on unless it’s fun , funny, or simply involves him .

-A lot of people say he just doesn’t care and is a smoker ? or is just lazy but I believe that he’s just uninterested in things that he doesn’t want to be put in or has no business in. He’s very chill and just goes with the flow.

-he’d accidentally make you laugh

It’d been 3 weeks since you became the teams manager and you had yet to laugh or actually hold a conversation with anyone.

It wasn’t that you weren’t trying you just didn’t know how to keep a conversation going and no one was very funny on the team

well , except for Atsumu and Osuma when they did their sibling things

You sat on the bench as you watched a fight break out “ Osuma why aren’t yer trying “

“ I am “

“ are not “

“ am too “

“ are not “

“ look we all just can’t jump in head first and dive straight into volleyball like you ‘tsumu “

“ well that doesn’t mean don’t try “

“ agh i’m sick of you — shutup“

“ you don’t tell me to shut up “

“ yes I do — now shut yer trap”

you moved to stand as you watched the two boys fight you’d grown use to it and knew not to step in you wouldn’t know how to stop them anyways.

You watched as Kita moved to break them up Aran watching the fight closely trying to determine the winner while Suna moved quickly taking photos at all angles

Everyone calming down while Kita took the two boys away to talk to them leaving you in charge as everyone turned to you

“ what do we do now y/n-san “

“ oh um — “ your eyebrows furrowed in confusion you didn’t know what to tell them to do and the way they were all staring at you some even hovering near you standing over you like your houses fence had you ready to bolt and cry into kitas arms

You felt as your mouth tightened you biting your lip looking for a way to calm yourself down feeling someone stand next to you.

Your body having a chill run through it looking up at the black haired male who stood next to you not making eye contact and looking straight ahead at the men in front of him

He knew not to make eye contact with you knowing he may intimidate you since he was taller than you and simply a lot bigger he knew girls like you — that were shy tended to be afraid of things like that.

They seemed to get in their head and make themselves anxious which is why he was confused when Kita said he found a manager that was perfect to watch over the boys and keep them in line

he just figured Kita used you as a way to make sure no boys would try to flirt with you though that never stopped Atsumu

Even if he knew you were scared he would continue to bug you until you gave an awkward laugh at the situation and ran to Kita leaving the boy to sulk alone

Your eyes came together in confusion as you saw him thrust his phone out in front of you showing a video that he pressed play to

The fight between the two males playing with sound as the camera slowly zoomed in on your face a small smile playing at it as the video ended “ got you “

you looked over to see him smiling down at you happily “ w-wha—huh “

“ i’ve made it my duty ever since you’ve joined the team to figure out when you would smile and I found it — I finally caught it—i’m quite proud of me if I do say so myself “

you felt as a weight had been lifted off your chest your straight line mouth quirking up into a smile before it broke and turned into a small laugh which only grew when you thought about how dumb his actions were

Sunas mouth opening and eyes widning when he saw the bright smile on your face that would show whenever you stopped laughing to breathe

his heart clenching as he moved through his phone trying to find another funny thing to show you

He didn’t want this to end

He really thought you looked beautiful and in this moment he knew he had a crush on his teams quiet manager

Kita

-kita is a leader he has a schedule and only makes time for things that are on it

-he doesn’t mean to make you laugh but his schedule just makes for comedic material

You were standing by the door watching the whole time as the teams captain sat in the volleyball closet finally breaking down

Tears pouring down his face as he set the ball on the ground he had just finished shining. Body shaking as he took a breath

“ k-kita-san are you ok “ your voice hit him fast before he could wipe his tears

“ I-I just — theres “ he took a deep breath as he stared at you

“ A balls missing y/n “ he screeched “ A ball is missing and I can’t figure out if I let someone take it home or if I lost it on accident “

his eyes teared up again “ H-How — I do this every day I don’t know how I lost the ball— how I messed up the count just “ he was pleading with you

“ just please — don’t tell the team we’re missing one — they’ll demote me from captain because I can’t follow a simple schedule “

you didn’t want to but you felt your face break as a laugh ripped through your body that had been bubbling at the surface since the beginning of his speech

“ what — y/n this is not funny I may lose my position“

you laughed harder “ pfft kita-san if you lose your position over a ball I have in my hand right now I will talk to the team myself — no matter if they scare me or not “

his eyes lit up “ y-you have it “

“ yes I do — “

you passed it to him walking over to squat by him as he smiled happily starting to shine the ball “ oh thank god — my schedule may continue — now all I have to do is clean the showers and i’m good to go start practice “

he smiled at you “ y/n where did you find this —- I have to thank you “

you laughed harder “ kita — please there no need“ you smiled at him as you decided to finally sit down next to him turning your bright smile towards him

“ I stayed late last night and helped Aran with his serves so , we used the ball I just brought you —I forgot to bring it back and Aran locked the gym up too fast after we left and I was anxious and scared to ask him to unlock it so I just took it home with me “

you pouted at your words “ i’m actually sorry I didn’t know I was hurting you — I should have sucked it up and asked him “

“ y/n it’s ok I admit my schedule is a bit — but — I thank you for helping me calm down “

he nudged your sad body “ maybe with your help I can stop relying on my schedule all together yeah ? “

you smiled brightly again laughing when you saw his surprised face at your action his face that grew even more confused but interested when you laughed

“ of course i’d love to help you kita — senpai “

he felt as his body went hot and his face grew warm hands shaking at your actions.

He wasn’t sure when it started maybe it began when you initially started helping the team by offering late night volleyball practice to those who need help without all the attention

or maybe it was when you offered your number for those who were too scared to ask questions so, they could text them to you and you would ask for them — even though you’d feel scared yourself and had your hands sweating while you asked

He wasn’t sure but he knew that by the smile on your face that he would always want to see it whenever he looked at you

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Rhys x reader - reader is a winter court runaway who the bat boys find almost freezing to death. longer! - I'm also interested in writing for the crescent city universe if that's something you guys would like. absolutely no Ruhn x Bryce though. It made me uncomfy reading it!! what did yall think about the weird (IMO) tension between Ruhn and Bryce?

Cold seeping into your bones, the dark figures looming above didnt comfort you into the sweet embrace of sleep that you wanted. Sleep or otherwise would be welcome at this point. You could no longer feel your body, besides the painful shuddering your core would occasionally give. "No-" You heard a deep voice snarl. Then there was ripping, and rustling among the dead leaves on the ground. The sickly sweet smell of their decay made you grimace further. "We have no time Rhys. We need to go now." A gravelly voice said calmly. "I cant-" There was gasping and suddenly you were being lifted, warmth caressing under your knees and around your back. You sighed into the relief the welcome heat brought. Rhysand's legs quivered as he watched his brother pick you up. His eyes brimmed with shock and tears. His mate. How could the cauldron be so brutal? To make a Winter Court noble his mate. To make such a politically powerful family's heiress his. His partner. His everything. A threat to Kallis' throne was his person. His tether that now speared him to the spot Cassian held him in. His heart yearned, wide and open and firey with rage. He had no doubt Kallis himself had a part in this. Azriel's shadows were warm against your skin.It contradicted every rumor you'd ever heard about the spymaster killing in a cold beautiful way. Your lips chattered as you tried to form words. "Who-" You attempted, but were shushed by the male carrying you. The last thing you remembered before passing out was the bite of wind and a sound of branches breaking under someone's heavy footfall. + Rhysand wallowed. He didnt care if he looked like a simpering love sick teenager.. But his brothers were concerned. He hadn't eaten or seen you since he had felt that bond snap into place. His chest constricted at the very thought of you. He flew, in the dead of night. Once he had made sure you were alive and stable he just left, flying and flying without a purpose or a place in mind. He didnt doubt that Azriel knew about it. The one time he landed, on a high peak overlooking the cool city of Winter Court...he did not get up again. He let the cold winds beat him, until he could no longer feel his toes, his feet. He sat until the overcast skies began darkening. Contemplating if he could kill Kallis himself or wait for you to decide what to do with him. His teeth yearned to tear out his throat himself. Kallis was the only foreseeable reason Rhys could think of that would have explained why his mate had almost died at the hands of this merciless barren land. There was no way the noble family had just let you run off and... Rhysand shuddered - the thought of the family even being alive hitting home. Azriel hadn't found anything but a bloody trail that night. His heart raced. A sudden feeling of anxiety loomed over him. He shot into the sky as fast as his stiff body and cold wings let him. Your hand was still wrapped in bandages, and you were sure your hair was a mess as the two wraiths doted on you. They had said nothing, even when you had pleaded with them. They had merely stopped and gotten the healer. She was insisting on using her magic on your neck and head when darkness shaded the room, and there were hurried footsteps up the stairs. The healer shook her head and opened the door, where night and shadows itself stood, staring at you with wide violet eyes filled with stars. Your heart hummed in your chest, and your head spun at his beauty. You knew him without ever meeting him, like a switch you were suddenly - secure. More at home than you'd ever felt in your cold homeland. The breath was stolen from you. His lips parted and he stepped into the room, "May I stay?" He asked, voice raw and charming. The healer scoffed, returning to your side, placing her hands on your blanketed legs. You nodded at him. "Only if you tell me what is going on." he nodded back, glancing suspiciously towards the healer. "Where is Madja? I sent for her yesterday." He seemed irritated, his jaw clenching. "Madja is still working on your brother after what you did to him." She said in a clipped tone. Rhys' face went a shade red at that. Regret bloomed in his stomach. He sighed, sitting on the floor at the end of the bed burying his head in his hands, exhausted. Your head spun. "There are no stories of you having a brother." You said. His figure moved with a slight chuckle. "Brother in a metaphorical sense. Though they may as well be." He let out a long breath, unhiding his face and pulling a hand through his hair. "He tried getting me to see reason while I was being...well.. unreasonable." There was a small tug on your chest towards him, as if he was calling you to be on the floor with him. You wanted to. You wanted to tell him that you wanted to join him too. But you were bound to the bed by exhaustion and the bandages covering you. The healer placed her hand on your knee, a coolness thrumming down your leg into your foot. She tisked in disapproval. "Now you being unreasonable has this one refusing to let me heal her head. Do something about this your highness, I dont believe theres anything wrong but we must be abso-" Rhysand cut her off by holding a single finger up. She scoffed and left the room, closing the door a bit too hard for normal. You smiled slightly at that, glad to be rid of a healer even for a few minutes. He blew out a long breath, avoiding eye contact with you. "What do you remember?" He asked you, eyebrows knitting together. He stared at his feet, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. You knew what he meant. You cringed away from the few memories. "It was cold.." You started, shying away from the tingling in your foot at the memory. "Why wont you let the healer try to help?" He asked, not judgemental but more curious than anything. He got up with a tired grunt, and pulled a leather armchair beside you. Your heart raced at the closeness he presented. You didnt want to imagine what you looked like. Even with Fae healing you knew the tips of your ears may have still been blue from the cold of the wilderness of winter court. "I dont need it. I dont... want the help. I dont see a point to it." You tried your best at a shrug, your arms protesting. "Your family..." He began. Your heart fluttered, cheeks heating. A headache bloomed in your temples as your brain grasped for memories of the night. Rhysand waited patiently, studying your face. They had screamed and threatened to cut you out of the family dynasty if you refused the marriage. Broken glass and running. No shoes, pain in your lungs from the cold air. "My sorry excuse for a family left me to die." You growled once you felt steady enough to say. Head pounding, you took a drink of water from the night stand. "I was meant to marry Kallis' oldest, but when I refused they took issue with it." "And they tried to kill you.. so you ran?" He asked, his voice strained. "Not exactly... I cant...." You rubbed your aching head. It felt like you were sick, like you needed a cold bath. Your stomach roiled with the pain. Concern took over Rhys' features. "I can help." He offered, his hands fisting in the blankets, like he wished he could rip the pain away from you. "Do whatever" You groaned, sinking back into the pillows. "I dont care anymore." You wanted so badly to just let your body give out in those woods. Let some snow bear find you and be a snack for its cubs. You had no family, no home.. and no status any longer. Your mind seemed to be coated in a dark blanket, relief flowed through you. For the first time his eyes were locked with yours when you looked up. The magnificent depth of them was astounding. His dark brows pulled together, studying your features. There was that tug towards him again. You picked up that thread and tugged back, lazily. He blinked, taking a sharp breath. Confusion rolled through you, then his voice ripped through your mind like an echo. "I've been waiting for you."

#READER INSERT #RHYS X READER #RHYSAND X READER #ACOTAR FIC #RHYS FIC #CRESCENT CITY

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