#marvel shortstory

[callmissrogers]

There You Are Sweetheart. | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short.

Summary: Y/n just wanted to bring her sister a package. What she didn't expect was being picked on by two soldiers or being rescued by a handsome stranger.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: fluff and some goofiness. Y/n does get harassed by some jerks, but nothing happens. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: very minimal editing and gold stars to anyone who catches what this is a reference to.

It's beginning to feel like spring. The cherry blossoms have sprung into bloom, and Y/n has a date to bring her sister, Felicity, a package that was delivered to her house whilst Felicity was away. On the way there, her horrible sense of direction has her taking a wrong turn and into the pathway of some soilders on their lunch break. Will Y/N end up in some sort of trouble, or will someone dashing come to her rescue? Read to find out.

Hey! I'll be at on a coffee shop today at 3... Could you bring me my package then? It's a little hole in the wall place by all the fancy vintage stores you like.

Of course, Felicity would want to meet at a coffee shop. Y/n was positive her sweet younger sister couldn't survive even a couple of hours without a caffeine kick.

She looked around her office (which was really her apartment) for an excuse to stay in, but couldn't find any. All of the outfits that needed tailoring had already been tailored.

Plus, really, she hadn't seen her sister for a while, and they needed to catch up. Y/n just hated going out in the late afternoon. It meant that she'd likely be heading back during rush hour and would end up eating dinner late. If there was anything that y/n didn't appreciate, was having her routine messed up. . . She was well aware that she lived like a little old lady sometimes.

Closer to time, she got dressed in an outfit that was fit to be seen in. Her baby pink lounge set was incredibly comfortable for working long hours at home, but it was hardly a fashion statement.

The coffee shop in question was about 15 blocks away from her place, so she decided to walk. Admittedly, this probably wasn't the best idea in the world. Y/n has a tendency to get lost in her local grocery store.

So, with an earphone in one ear, she listened to her favorite oldies playlist, as life was better when it had a soundtrack and was on her way.

A few blocks down, she took a left down an alley that was its own hole in the wall. It held a bar favored by military members and directly across from that there was a karaoke pizza joint. Y/n always thought that made an odd coupling.

Tho, a part of her wondered if the college girls who favored the pizza place went there just for the chance of getting with an army man without any understanding of what military life was really like.

She was musing on this when two soldiers stepped out directly in front of her and thereby blocked her pathway.

"Um. Excuse me." She gasped, trying to get around them.

"Looks like this little mouse lost her way," one of them joked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

She shook her head, "Oh no, I'm not lost."

The second soldier peered down at her with a grin on his face and then said, "This little mouse looks thirsty. We should take her to get a drink."

Y/n was beginning to get nervous, and she had no idea how she was going to get out of this situation. She had never had any issues cutting through here before, but now she was wishing she had taken the route that passed the pet store instead.

All she could think to say was, "No thanks, my sister is waiting for me." Hopping that by knowing she had some place to be that they would just leave her be.

But they just shared a glance, laughing to themselves before the one of the right replied with a "We've heard that excuse before." Then the one on the left winked at her and said, "She's actually pretty cute for a mouse."

His pal chuckled and then reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, "How old are you anyway? Live close by?"

Now they were both getting uncomfortably close, and y/n had a terrible vision about being stuck having to sit in this bar with them until they had gone from just tipsy to black out drunk.

"Leave me alone!" She tried to yell, but it came out as more of a loud statement.

"You see, your personality scares all the girls."So I think she's cuter when she's scared."

She was done for, body stiffening up, hands trembling, trying not to drop the package.

"There you are, sweetheart," someone said behind her. Only when someone tucked their arm around hers and pulled her from the soldiers' grasp did she realize that the stranger was talking to her.

But she certainly didn't know anyone who would call her that. That much she was sure of.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He said, gazing down at her. She had to crane her neck just to look him in the eye. He was a tall, blond headed man with strong features. His bright blue eyes bore into hers with concern.

Did she know this man? No. No, she did not. But all she could manage to do in response to his saving her from these two was to open and close her mouth repeatedly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." Her rescuer continued acting like they knew each other. Not only knew each other but were in some sort of relationship.

Oh boy, was y/n's head spinning now.

"Hey man, we were just talking to your girl here." One of the soilders tried to explain.

Her rescuer looked at the pair and then said, "Really? It looked to me like you were trying to force a lady into drinks after she said no. Time to learn some boundaries, gentlemen. We'll be going." And then he gently led her up and out of the alleyway, only stopping once they were completely out of sight of the bar.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his head tilting to get a better look at her face. This man had to at least be 6"2, and he made y/n feel positively tiny.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I will. I will never take that street again. That's for sure."I'm sorry that it did. Letting off steam is no excuse to treat a lady that way."

"Thank you. . . I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along like that." She said, pulling the hem of her cardigan sleeve.

"I was just doing what anyone should do in a situation like that,"

"But. Can I ask-- No nevermind." She mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"No, no. Go on, please, " He encouraged, actually seeming eager to hear her out.

"Wh - why'd you pretend to be my boyfriend or something?" She asked, feeling really, really stupid.

Now he was blushing.

"To be honest, ma'am, it was the only thing I could think of on the spur of the moment." He said with a nervous laugh.

When her phone chimed, y/n pulled it out to see a text from Felicity.

where are you?

"Well, I thought it was smart. . . You're very much the gentlemen." She said with a smile, feeling much more relaxed than she had a moment ago.

He looked like he was about to say something when her phone chimed again

Beginning to freak out a bit, sis. Are you ok?

Y/n sighed, looking from the phone screen up to her rescuer. "I should... I should probably get going. My sister's getting worried about me."

"Where is it you're headed? If you don't mind me asking." He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. How was it possible for someone to look so at ease and yet so uncomfortable at the same time?

"She wanted to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks away from here." Y/n replied, adjusting her bag and trying to look anywhere but at him.

They made quite the pair.

After shifting from foot to foot for a moment, he said, "I could walk you."

Y/n didn't know why, but that small gesture made her smile in the biggest way.

"Really? You don't have to."Ah. Well, now I'm invested after all. I've been looking for you all day." He said, matching her smile. If she could read his mind right now, she'd know that he just congratulated himself for coming up with something that was smooth as a response

So he offered her his arm again, and the pair made their way to the coffee shop.

Meandering past store fronts and other businesses as they went.

"This is it." Y/n fianlly said, stopping in her tracks.

It was a coffee shop that looked like it hadn't aged for about 60 years.

"I love this side of town," He said as a response.

"Things feel a little more normal here." "More normal?" Y/n asked, not understanding what he meant by that statement.

"That would be a very long story that we don't have time for at the present moment." He said again, smiling down at her.

"Oh. I see." Y/n giggled at her own confusion. This man saved her, escorted her to meet her sister, and now adds some mystery to the mix.

"I'll let you go. Don't want to worry that sister of yours anymore." He said with a tip of his head and he started to walk away.

"Wait!" Y/n blurted, forgetting herself. He turned to face her again, judging by the expression on his face, he was surprised by her sudden outburst. Then his brows shot up as if to say, "Go on."

"What's -whats your name?" She asked, willing herself to hold onto this bold feeling long enough to get this out.

He smiled and then said, "Steve Rogers."

Y/n's eyes widened, and her boldness melted into total embarrassment. Perhaps she was drugged or something to be out of her mind enough to not realize she had been with not just some kind stranger off the street, but rather CAPTAIN AMERICA. And he had called her "sweetheart", even if he hadn't really meant it, he had still said it.

She would dream about that for the next month while she hemmed dresses.

"Miss. Miss!" Steve said, having come closer again to get her attention. Y/n jumped when she realized he was right in front of her.

"Sorry. I'm y/n y/l/n. "

"Well, y/n y/l/n," He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pocket notebook he scribbled something down and then gave it to her. "If you happen to be free this Friday night. There's a restaurant in this neighborhood. Very old timey, like me. . ." He said nervously, laughing again. "We could have a meal, I could tell you that story and I could learn more about you. I mean, aside from the fact that you have a sister and listen to 'Sh Boom' when you walk around the city."

He had noticed what she had been listening to?

All y/n could do was squeak a "yes." Before running back into the coffee shop and slamming the door in his face.

Felicity looked up in surprise, "What took you so long? Are you ok?"

Y/n sat down and, in one breath, said, "I think Captain America just asked me out on a date, and I said yes."

NOTE: I wrote this in one sitting, and at first, I thought it was sweet. Now, I think I might have actually made it corny. I'm going with it anyways but please let me know what you thought of it. Thanks!

Note 2: Part 3 of 'That's my Girl' will be coming out soonish keep an eye out!

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[narutardad]

One

(This is just a rewrite of an old fanfiction I wrote for Marvel back in 2016 so I'm refurbishing it.)

The deafening sound of the Quinjet drowned out the sound of the blood rushing in Loch’s ears as she helped her fellow Avenger into the back of the aircraft. Both her and Peter were covered in dirt and ash, but both of them had smiles plastered across their exhausted faces. A hoard of S.H.I.E.L.D agents piled in behind them, several of them holding the target of their mission by her arms. Loch felt pity for her as they sat the young woman down. Her eyes full of hatred but also a glimmer of defeat.

            The mission was an in and out capture. Under the orders of Sam Wilson, Loch and Peter were sent out to a safe house for an organization called The Rat Kings. The mission was almost a bust when they found out the targets were tipped off that they were coming. They were surprised to find one of the members of the Rat Kings still there, trying to defend the hoard of stolen weapons hidden within the building.

            Loch didn’t sit down as the aircraft took off. Instead, she wandered to the cockpit, collapsing into the co-pilot’s chair next to a woman with tight features and a sleek bun. Agent Moras. A bright pilot with S.H.I.E.L.D.

            “How’d it go?” she asked and Loch smiled, kicking her feat up on the dash.

            “Buuuummer. Only caught one of them. Pretty sure someone saw the quinjets crossing the border. Probably why they scattered.”

            The quinjet began to soar across the sky, the stealth panels reflecting the clouds above them, rendering them nearly impossible to see. Loch leaned his seat back, and pulled out his phone. As they passed over restricted airspace, the signal blipped in and out occasionally but once they were back in Manhattan, he could confidently text with two bars of data.

            LS: Target acquired. ETA 15 minutes. I’d like a bean burrito when we land, thx.

            He watched as the send symbol became a delivered symbol and then a read symbol. Three dots appeared at the top of the messenger as the recipient began to write back. He watched patiently, half heartedly listening to his mission partner talk.

            “Look, I’m really sorry about… you know… dropping that building on you. It was an accident if I’m being honest-” Peter attempted to make amends with the cuffed criminal, who ignored his every word.

            OM: No bean burritos. Make sure you and Parker report to Sam when you land.

            LS: Oh come on. It’s been a long day. I’ll come over to your shithole and do your laundry for you.

            OM: …

            OM: I can do my own laundry, kid.

            LS: And I’ll make sure to fold your socks.

            OM: …

            OM: What do you want on it?

            Loch smiled and punched in her order before resting her eyes for the remainder of the flight. The hum of the jet lulled her mind to sleep as she listened to Peter babble on in the back.

***

            “So? Bucky, watcha do today?” Loch asked as she stuffed her face full of bean burrito, walking alongside a tall man with dark hair and soft, wise eyes. He had a coy smile on his dace as they walked out of the courtyard and into the parking lot of the Avengers Compound. He wore a long sleeve shirt under a t-shirt, and a pair of biker gloves on his hands.

            “Same shit, different day. Paper work, meetings… Sam had a press conference with the GRC. That was fun to go to I suppose.”

            “Hmph… boring.” Loch sighed, handing his Burrito in the man’s direction. Bucky sighed and hesitated, before he accepted the gesture and took a bite of the burrito. He chewed meticulously before mumbling through his mouthful of tortilla and beans.

            “This is awful. How do you eat this garbage?”

            Loch chuckled, unfazed by Bucky's comment. "Well, not everyone has a refined palate like you, Mr. Barnes. Some of us appreciate the simple joys of a bean burrito." She held the half-eaten Mexican cuisine in front of her like a piece of prized art, and took another bite of her burrito, savoring the flavors. Bucky shot her a slightly disgusted look but sighed as he pulled open the passenger door to the small car in the parking lot.

            Just as Loch was poising herself to get into the seat, a fellow agent came casually jogging up to the car. A familiar face to the two of them, Sam was a sight for sore eyes for Loch.

            “And there’s the Star Spangled Tweety Bird. How was CNN?” Loch smiled, pausing to lean against the roof of the car. Bucky leaned against the trunk as Sam approached.

            “Whoa, it’s Captain America now, kid… I was just coming over here to see where the hell you think you two are going?”

            “Home.” Lochlyn spoke, taking another huge bite of her burrito. Sam disregarded her response as if it was inheritably unreliable. Bucky grinned coyly, and shrugged at Sam.

            “You heard her. Home.”

            Sam looked at the two of them, arms crossed. There was an inkling of understanding in his expression but ninety percent of his expression seemed to be disapproval.

            “Bucky, we talked about this.” Sam said sternly, trying to keep the thin smile off his lips.

            “Talked about what, Sam?” Bucky’s grin widened as he sauntered around the car to the driver’s seat and pulled open the door with an air of swagger to him. Loch slipped into her seat and closed the door, but rolled down the window to look up at her boss. Sam turned his gaze of disapproval from Bucky to Lochlyn, who gave him a mischievous but careless look.

            “Your mother is going to ring my neck if you play hooky tonight. You know how upset she was about your little field trip to Wakanda with this idiot.” He waved towards Bucky.

            “Oh relax, Sam. I’m just gonna help this hopeless case clean up his dumpster of an apartment. Last time I was over there to clean, he had socks growing mold behind the dresser.”

            “Did not, shut up.” Bucky barked in annoyance. Sam sighed, crossing his arms before gazing them both up and down and nodded.

            “Okay. Fine. But… you better have her home tonight before midnight. I don’t want to be the one to hear Pepper barking up my tree.”

            “Yeah, yeah, no problem, Cap. Go find another camera to pose stoically in front of, okay? Have a little faith.” Bucky chuckled and slipped into the vehicle, closing the door behind him. He turned the keys in the ignition and the radio player blared Sweet Child o’ Mine by Guns ’N’ Roses. Loch rolled up her window as she and Bucky smiled childishly at Sam before pulling out of the parking space and circling the lot. They headed for the exit as Sam became a speck in the distance.

            “Sam is such a worrywart, hm?” Loch laughed, taking the last few bites of his burrito and relaxed into her seat. Bucky kept his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, slowing to a stop at the main road street light. He smiled to himself, resting his left hand on the steering wheel, and reaching into the back seat with his right arm. He pulled a luke-warm can of orange soda from an unzipped cooler. Loch smiled and just as Bucky had retrieved it, he tried to snatch it from the man’s hand, but his grip was like iron.

            “Nice try, Loch.” He jerked his hand from Lochlyn’s grip and popped the tab with a skillful finger. He gave Loch a side glance as Bucky took a long drink and the street light turned green. As the car was set back into motion, he held the can out to her, and Loch took it graciously.

            “You know… You never told me how you got that fancy toy you call an arm.” She asked with a lazy smirk, sipping obnoxiously from the can.

            “Not exactly a campfire story I’m interested in telling.” Bucky chided, resting his hand across the consol. Loch felt a heat envelope her entire body, igniting from where Bucky’s hand touched her thigh. His tough, leather clad fingers grasping at the inside of her thigh.

            Lochlyn chuckled, the tension between them now palpable in the confined space of the car. She took another sip of the orange soda, deliberately letting the cool liquid distract her from the heat spreading through her body.

            The rest of the long car ride was spent listening to the radio, Bucky drumming his fingers on both the steering wheel and the inside of her thigh. Loch could feel the lump in her throat, and desperately tried to keep the goofy smile off her face.

            Two years ago, Loch was just that… kid that followed the Avengers around because her father was a Legend. She always admired them from a distance, keeping herself out of their way. Sometimes, she wondered how the hell she managed to catch Bucky’s interest. After all… her family and Bucky didn’t have a positive track record.

            It started with teasing. Just harmless, playful bullying where Bucky would quite literally flatten Loch in every ring match. And he didn’t hold back… neither did Lochlyn. Perhaps that kindled a gentle ember in the fire between them. Loch knew they really shouldn’t. Her mother really didn’t approve of all the time Loch was spending outside the campus with Bucky…

            As the small, dingy ford focus pulled up to the large apartment building on Redline Parkway. The bricks were faded and the eves troughs looked old and falling apart. Several windows were broken and a large grey tabby cat with a chink taken out of its ear, sat like a guardian upon the steps. Both agents stepped out of the car, slamming their respective doors.

            “God, this place looks more like a dump every day.” Loch wrinkled her nose. Bucky didn’t reply, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders as they strode up the steps and into the main lobby. The inside was no better than the exterior. A baby could be heard wailing behind one of the many main floor units. Bucky led Loch up the stairs, as he had many times before.

            The grey patterned carpets smelled of mildew and the wood underneath seemed to wreak of rot and decay. The paint on the walls was yellowed beyond recognition. Even the delicate flower imprints seemed to be basically non existent.

            Bucky unlocked the door of his poorly lit apartment, shoving his whole weight into the door as it gave inwards and they stepped inside. Loch closed the door behind them as Bucky tore off his biker gloves and wandered over to is fridge, throwing it open. Bottles of beer and soda jangled in the door rack and the foul smell of rotting veggies wafted from the bottom shelf. Bucky slammed it shut and grimaced.

            “You want… Chinese food tonight?” Bucky asked as he combed through his bare cupboards. Loch was taking off her shoes as she shrugged and replied casually.

            “Meh, whatever you want. If you do get Chinese, I want some of those beansprout eggrolls… please and thank you.”

            Loch began cleaning almost as soon as she was comfortably at home. Holding a laundry basket, she scowered Bucky’s tiny apartment and picked up every sock and pair of briefs that dared to hid behind or under furniture (which there wasn’t much of). Of course, Bucky helped some. Washing his own dishes which had been piling up on the counter for two weeks. He wasn’t lazy, and he wasn’t a slob. Bucky just had… well… Loch would describe it as depression. He really had no motivation. Loch felt really bad for him. He’d been through more than most people could even possibly imagine, so Lochlyn felt like he had the right to feel depressed.

            As the evening drew on, the apartment started to look… habitable. The handful of plates, bowls and silverware that Bucky owned were drip drying in the dish rack while he swept the kitchen floor. Lochlyn was standing over the sink with a disposable water bottle filled with laundry detergent mixed with softener. Loch mindlessly scrubbed away at a crunchy coffee stain that had been soaking into Bucky’s table cloth for a few days now. A small stereo system was playing Mr. Five by Five by Ella Mae Morris from Loch’s Spotify. All was calm. Just how she liked it.

            A knock on the apartment front door surprised the two, and Bucky set aside his broom to check who it was. Loch watched as he pressed his face up against the door to look through the peephole. He sighed, shooting Loch a look that clearly said “party’s over” and she groaned. Bucky unlatched the deadbolt and turned the lock to open the door. A familiar face stepped across the threshold with his hands in his pockets and a tired smile on his face.

            “Good evening you two.” Rhodie said as Bucky closed the door behind him. Loch waved a soap sodden hand at the Lieutenant colonel, as if perhaps ignoring his presence would make him disappear.

            “Rhodes.” Bucky said, returning to his broom.

            “A nice little system you two got going on, I see.” Rhodie chided, his ears perking at the music playing, “Is that… Ella Mae?”

            Both Bucky and Loch looked up, ready to defend Miss Ella Mae Morris, staring at him and replying in sync,

            “I like Ella Mae Morris.”

            Rhodie held up his hands in defense with a chuckle.

            “Alright, alright. Regardless, your mom sent me to come get you.”

            Lock sighed and looked over at the digital clock on the stove top. It was only nine thirty.

            “If she wants me, she can come get me. It’s not even late yet.” She said shortly, ringing the water out of the table cloth in the sink as the soapy water drained down the pipes with a slushy gurgling sound.

            “Lochlyn, we already know if she came to get you, it would be a whole lot less pleasant. Just come on home. Don’t make me bribe you.”

            Loch’s face split into a smile as she dried her hands off on her jeans and then laced her fingers together sophisticatedly.

            “Uncle Rhodie, just a little longer? I PROMISE I’ll be home by ten thirty.”

            “Nope. Listen, I don’t want Pepper breathing down my neck because I let you stay.”

            Lochlyn wrinkled her nose in distain, not really wanting Rhodie to be the center of her mother’s tongue lashing. But she also didn’t feel like going home. She liked it here. Even if it meant sleeping on the floor because Bucky didn’t own a mattress.

            To Lochlyn’s relief, she wasn’t alone in her debate with Rhodie. Bucky sighed, as he leaned on the broom handle.

            “Look, Rhodes. You go home, and I’ll take the heat from Pepper, hm?” he said slyly, taking short strides as he held out his hand to Rhodie as a deal. The Colonel made a face as if he was debating within himself.

            “What do I tell her? She won’t just take ‘Loch said no’ as an answer.”

            With a smile, Bucky looked over at Loch and then back at Rhodie.

            “Tell her I’m holding Loch hostage because I need my socks washed. That oughta piss her off, right?”

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[wavyhairedvixen]

fandom: (heavily inspired by) Bram Stoker’s Dracula

tags: smut, vampire, adult content, f/m relationship, readerxDracula, shortstory

Contains 18+ content

Holiday gone awry

Chapter 1

As you peered out of the window of the cab you could see the outlines of what seemed to be a castle on top of a nearby hill. The moon was full and the trees cast eerie shadows along the road leading up the hill. A howl could be heard in the distance sending shivers down your spine.

“What was that?” You asked the taxi driver.

“Nothing you should be concerned about, Miss,” answered the scruffy looking cabby in a bored tone.

Suddenly everything went dark as a cloud obscured the moon and the howling became louder. Your blood froze in your veins when you heard the panting and growling of the creatures of the forest. You peeked out of the window again and saw hundreds of red eyes glowing in the dark creeping closer to the vehicle.

Suddenly as the cloud passed and the moonlight illuminated the land once again the frightening sight was gone just like the howls and growls of the hounds of hell.

“What were those creatures?” You asked with a trembling voice.

The pale skinned man exchanged a quick look with you and shrugged, turning his stoic gaze back to the road.

The car came to a halt as it reached the main entrance of the castle. You quickly hopped out of the vehicle and hurried to the wooden porch of the gothic mansion. The chilly air carried the smell of earth and damp leaves. You knocked on the monstrous ironbound door a few times before it opened with a creaking sound. To your surprise there was a tall shadow leaning onto the doorframe. For a brief moment, you forgot all the horrors you had encountered along your journey and just stood there, admiring the man in front of you. He was around six feet tall, wearing a black turtleneck sweater that complemented his icy blue eyes, pale skin and slicked-back raven hair. He greeted you with a genuine smile and a flicker of mischief in his gaze.

“Good evening, Miss y/n! Please come in, and let Pierre take care of your luggage.”

He stepped aside, motioning toward the hall of the building. As soon as you stepped over the treshold, the heavy oak door closed with a loud thud. The butler didn’t even bother to look at you as he took your bags.

“Good evening! You must be Mr. Awry, it’s nice to meet you!” You smiled and held out a hand to the man.

The man took your hand and planted a kiss on your knuckle. „It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Miss y/n!” he greeted you and gently assisted in taking off your coat. „I will show you to your room after dinner,” explained the tall man. “Now, please follow me! I assume you must be tired after the long trip from the city to my residence,” he went on as he led you into a spacious room. The walls were covered with crimson-colored tapestry and Persian rugs were scattered all over the floor.

There was a fireplace at the far end of the room , with a large wooden dining table stretching in front of it. Paintings adorned the walls, some of them depicting mythological tales. You recognized the one closest to you which showed the Abduction of Persephone. In the middle of the picture stood a strong man – Hades - holding the graceful body of Persephone, whom the god of the underworld kidnapped and took to the realm of the dead. Due to the gloomy atmosphere of the room you couldn’t make out the rest of the paintings covering the walls between the pieces of mahogany furniture. Cabinets were filled with different types of relics - daggers, vials, armor, and jewelry. You followed your host to the dining table which was already set for two.

“Please, take a seat!” said the man as he pulled out a chair for you.

“This place is beautiful!” you marveled at your surroundings while taking a seat. “Your home is a work of art, Mr. Awry!”

The count’s lips curled into a smile at your remark as he opened a bottle of red wine.

“Tell me, what lives in the forest? On my way here I think I saw something…unusual,” you frowned.

“Oh, those were just wild boars, my dear. You don’t have to worry about them!” the count reassured you with an amused smile.

He poured a glass of wine for you as he feasted his eyes on you for a moment before taking a seat across from you. You were bewitching, like a temptress with your long wavy ginger hair that appeared golden in the dim candlelight. You were practically starving, so you dug into your dinner and didn’t pay much attention to the man’s hungry gaze. As you took a sip of wine to wash down the food, you glanced at your host. He was intimidating, with his broad shoulders, strong arms, and eyes sparkling with curiosity. Even though you had just met this stranger, you felt somehow drawn to him.

“I heard you write books, Miss y/n,” remarked the man. His voice was deep and calming, having a soothing effect on your nerves. “And I also heard that your books are… rather exciting,” the count went on, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked at you with such an intense stare that you felt like the man could read your thoughts. “Could you tell me about your next novel?” he asked, leaning back in his chair and circling the edge of his glass with his middle finger.

You blushed a deep shade of red and took another sip from your wine. You didn’t expect your host to be so well-informed about your passion of writing.

“Well I have some ideas for my next book. It’s going to be a crime story. The main reason I came here is because I need to spend some time alone so I can focus on what I love doing the most. It is only a hobby, but it means so much to me,” you rambled with enthusiasm. “Oh, and thank you for the dinner, Mr. Awry. It was delicious! And the wine too!” You stopped, being suddenly aware of your host’s hungry gaze on you.

The man stood up and walked over to you with the bottle of wine in his hand. He poured you another glass and sat down next to you. He was so close that you could smell his intoxicating cologne. You fiddled with the napkin in your lap as you stared at the elaborate details on the piece of cloth.

“You’re welcome Miss y/n! It is my pleasure to have such a beautiful and intelligent company as you are,” Mr. Awry said on a soft tone and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “If you would like, I would gladly show you the land surrounding my property tomorrow,” the count offered as he took one of your tiny hands in his big ones.

“I would appreciate that Mr. Awry,” you muttered the words with a smile and felt your face heat up again.

“Please, call me James,” said the man and stroked your hand with his thumb gently.

“I think it’s time for me to get some rest. Could you show me to my room, please?” you asked, pulling your hand away from the count. You were so confused – you felt a burning desire towards this handsome stranger; however, you weren’t sure if he could be trusted. As you got up from your seat you clumsily knocked over your glass with your hand. It fell off the table, shattering on the wooden floor into tiny pieces. You bent down to collect the shards from the ground.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it!” the count insisted as he crouched down next to you.

“Damn it!” You cursed through clenched teeth as a sharp piece of glass cut into the palm of your hand.

“Are you all right?” asked the count and grabbed your hand to inspect the wound. He pecked a kiss on your palm where the glass had cut it and then licked away the blood. He kept his hungry eyes locked with yours for a moment before snapping out of his feral state.

"There’s no need to rush, little one…" the count whispered, his eyes locked onto yours as he released your hand.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and you were torn between the urge to run out the door and the desire to stay with this alluring and probably unhinged man. As you weighed your options he got up and wallked to a cabinet, which he opened to pour himself a glass of ruby-colored beverage. After quickly downing it, he turned around and grabbed the edge of the table keeping his eyes on the ground.

"Is everything all right?" Your voice barely above a whisper, taking a cautious step towards him.

The count lifted his chin to meet your gaze, his eyes bloodshot – no, not bloodshot, rather glowing red, just like the eyes of those creatures you encountered in the forest – from whatever he had consumed. He placed one of his hands on the small of your back, pulling you towards him, and pressed his lips to yours in a deep and passionate kiss. You parted your lips so the count’s tongue could enter your mouth and caress yours. As you devoured each other with long, sensual strokes, the count grabbed your bottom with both hands and gave it a firm squeeze. A small moan escaped your lips as he pressed you against the bulge in his pants. You passionately tugged on the man’s lower lip earning a growl from him. The count pulled away from you, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of his sharp fangs. Your eyes widened in shock as you finally put the pieces together. You swallowed nervously, heart pounding in your chest.

"Do not fret y/n, I won’t hurt you…" He murmured and wrapped one hand around your throat.

Your breath hitched as you felt a strange mix of fear and excitement wash over you. He kissed you, this time more ferociously. You sucked on the count’s tongue in response, earning a growl from him.

“You‘ve got potential I must admit…” He chuckled as he brushed his lips along your neck.

He stopped just above your collarbone, and planted a soft kiss on your smooth skin, then tenderly grazed his teeth over the same spot. He planted a few more kisses along your neck, before whispering in your ear, “Your body is exquisite. I wonder what you taste like…” As he whispered the words, his hands travelled to your waist, relishing every inch of your figure.

Then he pulled the strap of your dress down your shoulder, baring one of your breasts. He bent down to wrap his mouth around your nipple, sucking on your sensitive bud. With one skillful hand he pulled up your skirt and stroked over your mound with his dexterous fingers, then cupped it, squeezing it gently.

“So wet already…” He sighed and his nostrils flared as he noticed the sign of your arousal.

You could smell the sweet scent of musk mixed with leather, and a hint of oak on him, which made your core heat up with desire. You felt as if he had put a spell on you.

Suddenly the tall man lifted you and carried you to a nearby sofa next to the fireplace, positioning you so that your hips hung slightly off the edge. He tore the front of the delicate fabric of your dress so that your body was completely exposed. He got rid of your underwear in a quick manner and threw it aside. Then he swiftly put your thighs around his strong shoulders as he got on his knees. He kissed his way down your belly slowly before he buried his face into your cunt. He started to eat you out relentlessly — he pushed his stiff tongue against your clit and licked it with quick and vigorous laps.

“You taste so bloody delicious darling,” Grumbled the count as he placed one palm over your stomach just below your navel to put a little pressure on it.

The vibrations of his deep voice almost sent you over the edge. He licked up the juices leaking from your entrance then licked over your clit again, occasionally sucking, and nibbling on it. You arched your back, pushing your pussy into the man’s face. In response he grabbed your waist with both hands, squeezing it tightly while keeping you in place. As you got closer to your climax the count pushed one finger into your pussy.

“Oh, you’re so tight… Your cunny is perfect.” He groaned as he pushed in a second finger and started to slowly move them in and out curling his fingers while doing so.

You moaned and thrashed around in the his strong grip as you felt your orgasm approaching — pussy so swollen and throbbing that it was almost painful now. The earl felt that you were close to your climax, so he stopped licking your bud and instead started to pepper kisses along the insides of your thighs.

“Please, let me cum!” you whimpered and thrusted your hips toward the man. “Don’t torture me…please!” you pleaded.

The earl smiled and brushed his fingertips along the outside of your thighs as he started to lick your clit again with long lazy laps. You bit your lip as you felt your orgasm building up anew. He pushed two of his fingers into you again and started massaging your sweet spot while lapping at your swollen bud. You grabbed his hair, lightly scraping his scalp with your nails as you felt utter bliss flush through your body. Your walls clenched around his fingers as your muscles contracted, while juice started oozing out of your pussy, dripping down the count’s hand. Like a starved man he drank up every ounce of your arousal and licked his fingers clean.

Your pussy was still oversensitive, and you were extremely turned on. You wanted to feel his cock inside you. As you propped yourself up on your elbows the man unbuckled his belt with one hand and took off his pants. You lunged forward and pulled down his underwear, letting his manhood spring free. He was well-endowed — precum dripping from the tip of his long and thick cock. You pulled back the skin with one hand and put the tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head of the penis and sucked on it, relishing his taste then started to bob your head back and forth. He combed through your hair with his long fingers, grabbing the back of your head tenderly, guiding you to take him deeper. You obeyed and let him slide into your throat, moaning around his shaft. You tried to relax but you couldn’t keep yourself from gagging. As the muscles in your throat squeezed his cock he let out a shaky breath.

“You’re doing amazing, my little vixen,” he murmured peering down at you.

He thrusted into your mouth a few times before he pulled out.

“I want to cum in that tight pussy of yours. Now get on your back and spread your legs,” he commanded, and as soon as you were on your back, he wedged himself between your thighs.

He slid his cock in, and begun thrusting his hips. In this position the tip of his penis was rubbing right against your sweet spot. As he picked up the pace you felt another orgasm building in your belly, however this time the sensation was much more intense than anything you had ever experienced. The count grunted as he thrusted into you, and he was so hot. His strong and hairy chest and broad shoulders gave him a statuesque appearrance, not to mention his pale skin that glistened like marble in the dim lighting.

As he kept fucking you, you started to feel the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm approaching. And then you came, your walls spasming around his cock, squeezing it repeatedly as you reached your high. However it didn’t stop there, you kept coming as he fucked you roughly. You felt orgasm rushing through your body over and over sending you straight to heaven - you felt like floating, your pussy and belly quivering with each orgasm. When the count couldn’t hold back any longer, he came as well, and you felt his hot seed spill into you. After he filled you with his cum he bent down to plant a kiss on your neck. He nibbled gently on the soft skin, then grazed his sharp fangs over the mark he left.

You were still in your post orgasmic haze when the man pulled himself out of you, and scooped you up into his arms, carrying you up the stairs into his bedroom. He lay you down onto a bed and tucked you in. Then he lied next to you and ran his fingers through your hair as he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet y/n…” he whispered in your ear while stroking your shoulder.

You snuggled up to him and let out a sigh as you drifted off to sleep.

#dracula #bram stoker #spooky season #smut #fanfic #angst with a happy ending #vampire #writeblr #writing #short story #x reader #fem reader

[pramugianiqbal]

"Discovering Marvel"

oleh Pramugian Iqbal.

#AkuPram #PramugianIqbal #selfhealing #selfhealingjourney #illustration #comic #komik #komikindonesia #shortstory #ceritapendek #ceritabergambar #cerita #story #marvel #guardiansofthegalaxy #rocketraccoon #starlord #selfacceptance #selfacceptancejourney #mcu

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

50 Shades of Stan

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by letobarnes2023

Short stories between the reader and Sebastian Stan's movie characters (some with him for real 😉).Try the 50 shades of Stan!which one is yours?🔥

Words: 12507, Chapters: 17/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Sebastian Stan - Fandom, Marvel

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Sebastian Stan characters - Character

Relationships: Sebastian Stan/Reader, sebastian stan characters/reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Original Character(s), Steve Kemp/Reader, Max Burnett & Reader, Mickey Henry/Reader, Frank (Endings Beginnings)/Reader, Clay Appuzzo/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: 40sbucky, Blood, BuckyBarnes - Freeform, buckybarnesxreader - Freeform, Dark, Fanfic, Hot, Hydra, Love, marvelfanfic, romania - Freeform, sebastianstan - Freeform, sebastianstancharacters, sebastianstanfanfic, sebastianstanmovies, sebastianstanxreader, shortstory, Spicy, stories4adults, TheWinterSoldier, thewintersoldierxreader - Freeform, Violence, Sex

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#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

[fscotthess]

Warm water rinses the greasy soil of nostalgia from her skin. Her shift over, her muscles sink into the rhythmic movement of the waves lapping at her sides, waiting. Soon she hears the crackle of dry vegetation underfoot as the neighbor boys approach through the stiff reeds and the nightly vigil begins. Theirs is not the lecherous glint of the old cook, her mother's “friend,” seeking to exercise his right as her protector. These are as innocent gazes as one can expect in this day, full of joy and secret marveling. They look inward, following the circuitous route of the waterline on her flesh, seeking the dark crevice through which their mothers bore them. She meets the viewers’ gaze, unashamed, her mind cool as a breeze through the open window. Tomorrow, her bath water will inundate the valley, washing centuries of dust and all living things down to the sea. No ancient odalisque, hung safely on the wall, she is a wolf, Iocasta with filed teeth. The circular, incestual surprises of history hold no sway over her, but spiral down the drain with fried fish fat and the lustful thoughts of little boys. The Open Window, 1996, oil on canvas, 48 × 64 inches, 8 pm in The Hours of the Day series. [When the Orange County Museum of Art showed my Hours of the Day series in 2000, I was asked by Director Naomi Vine to explain each painting for the catalogue. I refused, but told her I would write fiction instead. The above excerpt is from the catalog] #fscotthess #hoursoftheday #hours #realistpainting #narrativepainting #narrativeart #figurepainting #orangecountymuseumofart #mythpainting #oldmasterpainting #serialpainting #classicalart #artwriting #fictionaboutart #shortfiction #shortstories https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd8mEJ7rxEf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#fscotthess #hoursoftheday #hours #realistpainting #narrativepainting #narrativeart #figurepainting #orangecountymuseumofart #mythpainting #oldmasterpainting #serialpainting #classicalart #artwriting #fictionaboutart #shortfiction #shortstories

[the-eye-care-advocate]

The Gaze Beyond Walls

Aeyesops presents "The Gaze Beyond Walls". Discover Lily’s tale of extraordinary vision and the unexpected challenges it brings. A story of power, secrecy, and learning the true meaning of responsibility. #ShortStory #LifeLessons #Optometry

Some talents require more self-control than others. The Story In the quaint town of Astwood Bank, there lived a girl named Lily, whose eyes held a secret power. She could see through walls as if they were made of glass. This gift was hers alone, and she guarded it fiercely, knowing the world wasn’t ready for such a marvel. Lily’s life was ordinary in every other aspect. She went to school, had…

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#aesops fables #aeyesops fables #eye care story #optometry #optometry students #short stories #stories for optometrists #stories with a moral

[omorales81]

I LOVE short-form, fill-in-the-gap storytelling and this gem from J.M. DeMattis and Sara Pichelli in Cap #750 meets ALL of my needs. #CaptainAmerica #ShortStory #Anthology #StoryTelling #Marvel @Marvel @CaptainAmerica 👏🏼

#comicart #captain america #marvelcomics #marvel #anthology #short story

[mccall-muffin]

Hi, your secret writer from HBO war here!

I didn't know your blog before today, but I'm very happy to write for you, you seem like a lovely person, and I love the work you put into your fics to make the accurate from a historical and military perspective, it makes my heart sing :)

Now, allow me to fall into the house with the door with one question: would you mind if I made "reader" in the shortstory a civilian? I personally really dig the soldier/civilian trope and have some ideas for that already, but if you absolutely want "reader" to be part of the military, I'm sure I can spin something together as well.

Have a marvelous day!

- your secret HBO war writer

Uhhhh I'm so excited!!!!

Thank you so much for this in advance :)

Sure, do whatever you'd like ;) I actually think I've never read one with the soldier/civilian part before, but hey, I'm open for it :)

You too, have a marvelous day!

#Kim answers #HBO war writer

[callmissrogers]

There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

#steve rogers comfort #steve rogers romance #steve rogers argument #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x wife #steve rogers x reader #marvel #marvel shortstory #hurt & comfort #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fluff #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x wife #captain america angst #marvel romance #marvel character #marvel x reader #marvel fandom #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #captain america short story #steve rogers x yn

[finishinglinepress]

FLP SHORT STORIES BOOK OF THE DAY: The Healing Book by Dustin Grinnell

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The Healing Book attempts to explore philosophical and spiritual wisdom without making the reader feel like they’re eating their vegetables. The collection might appeal to readers of commercial fiction with self-help undertones, like Wisdom of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman, The Alchemist by Paul Coelho, or Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. These books are often called “spiritual” or “inspirational novels” that tell stories of transformation while imparting wisdom, psychological insight, and/or personal growth. The Healing Book might also fit into a subgenre of speculative fiction called “visionary fiction,” which contains New Age or mind, body, spirit themes and perspectives, including consciousness expansion, spirituality, mysticism, and parapsychology, such as The Celestine Prophecy, and Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. Finally, because this book is focused on emotional and psychological #healing, it may also appeal to readers who enjoy mental health related writing, like Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, a fictionalized memoir I write about in the preface. #creativenonfiction #memoir #fiction #shortstory

Dustin Grinnell is the author of The Genius Dilemma, Without Limits, and The Empathy Academy. He holds an MFA in fiction from the Solstice MFA Program at Lasell University, an MS in physiology from Penn State, and a BA in psychobiology from Wheaton College (MA). He grew up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and lives in Winthrop, Massachusetts.

PRAISE FOR The Healing Book by Dustin Grinnell

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–David Yoo, author of The Choke Artist

“Dustin Grinnell’s stories bring you along on richly imagined, transformative journeys far reaching in both geography and emotion. Whether coursing through the travails of illness, grief, morality, parenting or career ennui, these stories hold up mirrors to characters’ lives, and will surely leave you with new found insight into your own.”

–Jeffrey H. Millstein, MD, FACP, Regional Medical Director, Penn Primary Care NJ/Bucks County

“Until I read Dustin Grinnell‘s short story, “A Case of Aphantasia,” I had no idea such a condition existed—that there was a name for my own visual darkness. His writing is like that: he names things that weren’t in the forefront of your mind until he showed you what they mean to you. He’s quirky, intellectual and fearless, and his stories will make you wonder and ponder and sometimes catch your breath.”

–Sandra Scofield, author of The Last Draft: A Novelist’s Guide to Revision

“As a physician, I turn to literature for my continuing professional education. Textbooks and journals, for the most part, are technical manuals that tell us much about diseases but little about the people who suffer with them. Dustin Grinnell deftly draws us into these short stories as his characters strive for insight and healing. I marveled at his grasp of the complexities of the protagonists and felt each was real and important. We give lip service to how our patients’ problems are biopsychosocial—yet in these stories we are drawn into their lives as they enlighten us with their existential quests. The Healing Book can make us better, more curious, more empathetic physicians, patients, and finally, people.”

–David J. Elpern, MD, dermatologist and Founder of Cell to Soul Blog

Reviews: Independent Book Review, Literary Titan, Midwest Book Review

Please share/please repost #flpauthor #preorder #AwesomeCoverArt #prose #Shortstories #read #healing #selfhelp

[tc-booksandmore]

Book 14 of 2023 Persephone by Lev Grossman I thought that the premise was good, and if it was longer, I might have been a little more engaged, but this one was a struggle. This story has nods to Marvel and DC comic storylines with a very dark twist. 3.5 out of 5, rounded up because Goodreads and Amazon are stuck on whole star values. #BookFlatLay #Novella #ShortStory #BookstagramAesthetic #BookstagramFlatLay #BookNerd #Bibliophile #BookDragon (at Idaho) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoPt4rtLhRD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bookflatlay #novella #shortstory #bookstagramaesthetic #bookstagramflatlay #booknerd #bibliophile #bookdragon

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Forever & Always - My Winter Soldier

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by Forgotten_Words44

Words: 760, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Marvel - Freeform, Cute, Fluff, shortstory, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Love

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#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

[kurakuratanoshii]

Genshin Impact Endgame Au

Content Warning(s): Angst, Potential Endgame Spoilers

Characters: Kaeya and Diluc

Additional information: Just an Idea I saw on tiktok that I thought was interesting

*Un-Edited**

**If you haven't watched endgame this may be confusing to understand**

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A barren silence surrounded the two, their footfalls against the sand like ground might’ve been the only sound filling the area if not for one of the pair breaking the silence.

“It’s quite beautiful here, don’t you think?” Though the situation was dire, his tone remained light- carefree as though the fate of the world wasn’t currently being carried along their backs like backpacks filled with bricks. His hands rested carelessly behind his head, eyes surveying the varying purple toned sand dunes coming to settle on the person to his right.

Their lack of response told him enough, this wasn’t a time for sight seeing nor was it time to engage in unnecessary chit chat.

A pink ringed sun barely peaked out from behind thick layers of magenta clouds, the barren wasteland seemed to have an overall void type of feeling.

“Enough talking, we’re not here to sight see. You know why we’re here.” A biting cold seemed to follow the unspoken man’s words, his eyes casted a glare that practically bore into his companion melting away whatever playful attitude he might’ve still carried.

It wasn’t like he had to watch everyone fade away into but mere particles, scattering around the vicinity and it certainly wasn’t like he was making an attempt to aid the city’s citizens.

The redhead could remember that moment as clear as day..the looks from his friends as they stared towards him for help, not that he could do anything to help. 

“We’re here to help. Not that you were helping in the first place.”

A bitter feeling brewed within the navy haired man’s stomach and a forced laugh left his lips. He wasn’t going to rebuttal, there was no point when the red haired man was too blinded by finishing the task at hand. There was never really trust in their relationship, not after what happened to their father.

He hadn’t meant for things to happen the way they did, but it was out of his hands.

“Right,” His shoulders sagged, hands falling back to his sides, “We just need to get this stone to Traveler and all this will be over.” A long breath followed his words, his lips pressing firmly into a tight line.

Up ahead lied a daunting mountain, one nearly high enough to touch the heavens.

The pair reached a set of stairs, each sparing but a mere glance towards one another before beginning to great ascend. Wind and snow nipped at their clothing the closer towards the top they got, an eerie energy filled the area until a figure cloaked in black emerged.

Both men stiffened at the apparition, though its haggard voice spoke before either of them could.

“You seek the stone many have failed to attain?”

Swallowing the nerves that had begun ebbing away at his mind the redhead bobbed his head into a slow nod, “Yes, we are.” His gloved hands curled at his sides tensely, eyes never departing from the mysterious figure before it began drifting forward.

“Then what you seek, lies in front of you.”

Stepping ahead of his companion, the navy haired man peered over the edge. Clouds rested below covering what he could only assume was a thousand-foot fall. “Oh perfect so we just need to jump off an ominous cliff. Easy.” The lighthearted tone from before returned though the hollowness it held said otherwise.

“Quit fooling around.” A scowl crossed the redhead's expression, his attention turning once more towards the figure. “Where exactly is it?”

The figure remained silent for a second, its back turning towards the two before speaking once more, “To ensure that whoever possesses it understands its power, the stone demands a sacrifice.” 

What was said captured both of their attention immediately, the tallest of the two inquiring on about it. “Sacrifice? Of what?”

“In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. A soul…for a soul.”

Staring down at the fall below a deep breath escaped the navy haired man, his boots scraped along the edge till he’d stepped before the redhead, a hand outstretched as though he was challenging him to an arm-wrestling contest.

“An interesting turn of events isn’t it?” Waving around his hand before the redhead upon noticing the man wasn’t accepting it, he ended up allowing it to grip his shoulder. “Soul for a soul huh?”

He didn’t like the direction this was taking, one of his gloved hands reached up to grip his companion's arm squeezing it slightly. “We’ll find a way, we have to.” His stomach churned faintly at the look his words received, hand gripping the man’s arm tighter. “Kaeya. Did you hear me?”

The man’s lips curled into a tight smile, navy locks bobbing up and down as he nodded softly. “Loud and clear as per usual.” His other hand came up to clutch the redhead's other shoulder, his eye dropped down to meet crimson hues. “But I think it’s time for me to actually help out, isn’t it?”

Hearing that the redhead shoved the man's arms off his shoulders, a scoff left his lips at the words he spoke moments earlier were shot back at him. “It is, but now isn’t the time to make rash decisions.”

“I know.” Twisting in place Kaeya faced the luminescent sun behind them, his eye taking in the iridescent colour of it while his chest rose and fell calmly. “And I’m thinking rationally.” A step forward followed by another was taken before his arm was caught in a tight grip.

“You’re being an idiot,” “And your point?” 

“You don’t need to be the hero here.” Keeping his grip along the mans arm, the redhead’s free hand curled into a tight fist. 

A laugh left Kaeya’s lips at this, the edges of them quirking up afterward. “Does the cold-hearted dark knight actually care about little ol me?” When no response was given he turned back to face the person he trusted most, hands reaching out to tug him into a tight hug despite both of them not being the affectionate type.

“Kaeya-” “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, just let me atone for the grievances I’ve caused you in the past.” The words had grown quieter until a few more were uttered. “It’s what brothers do, right Diluc?”

“Stop talking like you’re going to die, I told you we’re going to find a way around it.” Dilucs shoulders were held once more, the navy-haired man’s hands gave them a comforting squeeze before collecting both of the redheads to hold something.

A smile had taken over his expression, “Take care of yourself, alright? And take care of the others for me too.”

It was quick, before the redhead could even argue he was shoved back harshly, his eyes unable to leave to form of someone he once referred to as brother drift back towards the edge like a trust fall.

“Kaeya!”

Though his name was called the navy-haired man’s gaze remained above, his life wasn’t as fulfilling as he’d wanted it to be, although at that moment- he felt calm. The waves of calamity finally soothed his restless soul.

He could finally be helpful as Diluc had so kindly put it.

It wasn’t like he really had many attachments, sure he’d miss pestering the redhead in his taver… and engaging in idle chitchat with his fellow knights…or playing games with Klee. His mind recalled the moment the small girl faded away into dust, the shouts of his alchemist companion clouded his mind, and yet there was warmth knowing that through this sacrifice she’d be back.

Albedo would take care of her.

“The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Leaning over the edge of the cliff Dilucs hands gripped the jagged rocks that lined the edges, the snow falling from the sky above melted in a mere instant. “Idiot! An idiot!” Rising to stand up his eyes caught sight of a dim glow within his enclosed hand.

Unravelling his fingers from around it a golden pendant was revealed tucked within, the blue snowflake gem in the middle glowed softly before fading to a muted gray, the face of it losing that very snowflake design.

His jaw clenched tightly, hand curling around the item as blue light surrounded the redhead.

“Kaeya!” The shout fell on empty ears, dying out with the wind.

A cold sensation then heads flooded through his system, Diluc’s eyes remained fixed above towards the new sky they met. Water caressed the sides of his body becoming him awake from an unknown slumber.

The grayed vision remained tucked within his hand as he sat up, although his other handheld a glowing yellow stone.

Swallowing thickly he raised the deactivated vision to his face, eyes closing as he pressed it to his face.

“The sunset is beautiful Kaeya, it really is.”

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