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solarisfortuneia · 10 months

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— 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬.

diluc is hopeless with grocery shopping. luckily, a kind stranger is more than willing to step in and help.

✦ info: diluc has no idea what he's doing and neither does the author, modern au, strangers to lovers kinda, possibility of ooc-ness, grammar mistakes may be present, there is absolutely no logic here, 2k+ words.

✦ warnings: none.

✦ notes: well, it's this fic again! thought i'd repost it because i'm in the middle of working on a sequel. though with my time management please don't expect it to be posted anytime soon lmao (and don't worry! i still have the original taglist saved.)

would it be far fetched to call grocery shopping an art? and to call one able to navigate the labyrinthine aisles efficiently nothing short of a master?

perhaps it would be.

though, if it was an art, you'd be but a mediocre artist. not horribly unskilled, but no one would be in awe of your nonexistent prowess at brandishing coupons at cash registers.

you shake your thoughts away. what are you thinking? who made you so eloquent in the middle of aisle seven? you ask yourself, gaze scanning the various items on the shelves. focus on your groceries, dummy.

okay, let's see, now. you stop in the middle of the condiments aisle, recollecting the items you need. ah yes, ketchup and mayo. hmm, where would they be?

aha! you see two familiar bottles on the second shelf, and you carefully place them in your cart. a glass jar with a green label and a red lid catches your eye. chili paste? you consider your potential purchase. eh, i'll get it. it's on sale.

now, let's get some rice.

you round the corner to get to the grain aisle when you see a man, clad in a brown coat and incredibly polished shoes, with hair so red you'd think his head was on fire, just. glaring. at a bag of rice. you sneak a glance at him, wondering if the rice had wronged him in some manner.

deciding to ignore him, you pick up a five kilogram bag, then heave it into your trolley. and as you prepare to push it with the extra weight, you spy the man picking up the exact same bag, brand, weight and all. huh.

thinking nothing of it, you continue on your merry way, hoping to get your shopping done as quickly as possible, assuming that it'd be the last you'd ever see of the man.

but it appears fate had other plans. you spot him once again in the canned foods aisle, glaring at another innocent, harmless grocery item. the victim this time, you ask? a can of baked beans.

you throw another sideways look at him, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers against the handles of your trolley. who even is this guy? you silently watch as he picks up the same brand you've put in your cart moments before. ah, he was probably just confused.

however, you’re still a little concerned about the man. does a grown man truly not know what he's doing in a grocery store? you scan the shelves for a random item, and your eyes land on a can of baby food. a light bulb goes off in your head, and you decide to test something. quickly, you grab two of them.

you open your mouth the second after he moves to get the same thing. “can i help you, sir?” he freezes at the sound of your voice, hand halfway between his body and the shelf with the exact thing you just picked up, baby food in hand. you raise an eyebrow, "are you aware of what you're buying?"

he sheepishly rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head. "i'm afraid i'm not." he clears his throat, color beginning to creep up his neck.

you grin at him. “check the label on the can.” you watch as this giant of a man turns the can around, and slowly turns into a human stop sign with the way his face blazes. you know you probably shouldn’t find the sight of the man with such an intimidating expression turning to a flustered mess so adorable.

“my apologies,” he clears his throat again, then rubs the back of his neck, eyes averted. “i’ve never been shopping before.” he sets the can back, refusing to meet your eyes.

“oh, don't tell me.” you tease, lightheartedly. “is it a case of a rich boy living on his own for the first time, without anyone to do things for him?”

the look on his face answers for him. his eyebrows nearly climb to his hairline, and he blinks. you laugh, incredibly surprised at your assumption being true. “in that case, let me help.” you hold out your hand, taking pity on the man. “do you have a list?”

he fishes out a hastily scribbled list from the depths of one of his coat pockets that simply says bread, milk.

sigh. “it seems i have my work cut out for me.” you take a gander at the items in his cart and spot the rice, the beans, along with three varieties of bread and a two liter bottle of milk. well, at least he got the items on his list.

you pick up the bottle, skimming over the other details to find the production and expiry dates. “just out of curiosity, did you check the dates on the milk?”

he slowly shakes his head. “i figured as much.” you gesture to the numbers, and motion for him to take a look. “this expires in two days. i doubt you’ll be able to finish the whole thing by then, so you should probably find a bottle with a more recent production date.”

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if there ever was a god of grocery shopping, diluc ragnvindr would be the bane of his existence.

why were these stupid stores so confusing? why were there so many brands of everything? why in the hell were there so many types of oranges? and these trolleys, good lord. just why were they so difficult to maneuver?

all the aisles blend into each other, and all diluc can do is stare emptily at each product he finds, unable to make a decision.

he'd have better luck finding his way around if he was randomly dropped in a venetian calle.

diluc has no idea what he's doing— in the store, at home, even in life.

living on his own for the first time since his dad passed away, in an apartment much tinier than the lavish mansion he was used to, struggling to keep his head above water, the young ragnvindr only knew ingredients once they'd been taken home and properly organized in containers and shelves.

he'd rather the world not see him fumbling, though. so he decides to do the only logical thing one can do in his situation. he picks a person and does exactly what they do.

after all, when one is in rome, do they not do as the romans do?

in hindsight, he should've just researched online. he should have decided his purchases earlier. or ordered the damn groceries online. because then he'd be able to avoid the embarrassment of being tricked with a can of baby food.

baby food, of all things! why couldn't it be something a little more dignified?

he watches you quickly replace the offending item on the shelves and push your cart in another direction before he could react. “come on, then. off to the dairy section we go.”

not wanting to be left behind in this headache inducing location, he hurriedly pushes his trolley too in an attempt to keep up with you. kaeya would never let me live that down, he thinks as he does.

with a pang, he shoves down the memory of his brother as far and as deep as he can, choosing to focus on the present, lest he end up in another spiral.

you lead him to milk he was supposed to get, and he watches you carefully as you examine the dates on the bottles for him. moments later, you beckon him close with a curl of your palm. leaning slightly, he peers over your shoulder.

“always try to get the one most recently produced,” you tell him, and he nods. he follows the movement of your finger tapping your chin, clearly pondering. his gaze travels a bit higher, and as he sees your lips move, he realizes that he completely missed what you were saying.

“pardon?” he stumbles ungracefully on the initial sound.

“what's your favorite fruit?” you repeat. “that'll be first on our list on what to get for you.”

his favorite fruit? he didn't think he had one. “peaches,” he blurts, finding himself unwilling to disappoint you with his lack of proper response, his eyes falling on a peach milkshake drink.

his ears note your change in tone, voice turning excited. “oh, they're one of my favorites too!” warmth engulfs his gloved hand and he finds himself being dragged to the produce section.

“what about the trolleys?” he asks, mind still reeling from the sudden hand grabbing on your part.

you wave off his concerns. “oh, they'll be fine parked to the side.” you all but drag him to the peach display. “now, pay close attention, okay?”

as if he needed you to tell him that. “i'm listening,” he says.

you pick up a peach with bruising. “when you're sorting through peaches, look for the ones with no blemishes. they don't spoil as fast. same with apples and pears and such.” now this, he knew. but he still nods along, a picture-perfect student. he sees your eyes and wonders how anyone's could be so gorgeous.

later, he dutifully nods a little more as you explain the specifics of choosing potatoes.

“the potatoes should be firm, and there should be no signs of green,”

should he be taking notes? he stamps the involuntary urge to hunt for a notepad in one of his pockets down, deciding he did not want to embarrass himself any more in front of you.

you seemed to glow even under the unflattering light around you, hair lit by it as you tell him about how to look for the right cauliflowers and broccoli.

how could someone look so ethereal while standing next to onions?

diluc ragnvindr. get. a. grip. they're only talking about vegetables.

you ask him to tell you the price of the eggs while you sort through carrots for both him and yourself. he walks over a couple of yards, carefully examines the label and returns to report the number.

“that much?!” you eyes widen. “my goodness, that should be considered robbery!”

...was it? he thought it was a reasonable price for a carton of eggs. still, he blindly agrees. you smile, having caught on to the fact that he had no idea what the price should be, and he can't help the pride that spreads its wings in his heart. (though he probably shouldn't be, considering why you smiled, he was glad that he was the cause of it.)

the rest of the shopping goes in a similar manner. you tell him things. he nods, he observes another one of your features, then notes down whatever you tell him mentally.

by the time you reach check out, both of your trolleys are filled with the exact same items in the exact same quantities. except for two items in his cart that he reached for out of instinct when he saw them on the shelf: a chocolate his brother liked, and a snack his father used to eat often.

he contemplates leaving them behind, but decides against it at the last minute just before the cashier scans them.

he sees you reach into your pockets for a wallet, and sees an opportunity to repay you for your help.

he's quick to pull out his own and hands his card to the cashier before you can say a word.

“i insist,” he says, when you protest. “it is only fair i do this in return for you helping me,”

you sigh, giving him another one of the smiles he had started to adore. “alright, thank you.”

the two of you walk outside the store together. cool wind ruffles both of your hair. “well, i guess this is where we part ways,” you say with a laugh and a wave. he manages a soft smile in return.

“farewell, then.” he watches you walk away, still standing at the entrance, shopping bags in hand. "dammit." he curses under his breath.

he'd forgotten to ask for your name.

#—🖋#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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would u do a yandere joel miller x reader romantic request? he takes them because he thinks he can protect them and keep them safe? they feel less safe with him tho and try escape, idk anything yandere joel wpuld be great!

Metal Chains

You were in so much pain, you felt cold metal beneath you and around your wrists.

“You shouldn’t have been out there on your own, god knows what would have happened to you.” You heard a deep male voice say as you groaned and slowly opened your eyes.

“Where am I?” You groaned, you remembered trudging through a forest and then everything went blank.

“Somewhere much safer than where you were, that’s for sure.” The man said as you groaned and pulled against the restraints.

“I can’t offer you anything, I can’t shoot, or hunt.” You growled as he just stared at you.

“You’re not here for me to enslave, you’re here so I can protect you.” He muttered, you slowly sat up, still restrained.

“You don’t know who I am, I can fucking handle myself just fine.” You replied, pulling at the restraints before he gripped your wrist roughly.

“Enough!” He shouted, suddenly making you freeze in shock.

“Get off me.” You muttered as he sighed and let you go.

“I’ve survived this hell, alone for a long ass time. I think I can do it without a creepy stranger.” You grumbled, he still just stared at you, void of emotion.

“You look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.” He muttered making you chuckle dryly.

“You do remember we’re in an apocalypse right?” You retorted before he stood up and walked away, back up the stairs, signifying that you were in a basement.

“Don’t fucking walk away!” You screamed at him before he slammed the door.

After about five minutes he came back with a bowl of food and a glass of water.

You would kick him and make the food drop, but you were starving, literally.

“You should be more thankful.” He muttered, handing you the bowl before you cautiously took it and looked down to see it was baked beans.

It was better than tree bark.

You kept silent as you began to eat, it was the most flavour you had tasted in a long time.

The man sat back down and watched you eat.

“What’s your name?” He asked as you glanced behind at him.

“Y/N.” You muttered with a mouthful of food.

“Call me Joel.” He replied as you nodded a little.

He noticed how easily your guard had come down, just with some food.

“You’ve been alone a long time, haven’t you?” He whispered as you finished off the bowl.

“Aren’t we all alone in this?” You muttered, handing the bowl back to him before he held a glass of water out to you.

“Drink, and no. We don’t have to be alone.” He grumbled as you skulled the water.

“Easy, you’ll choke.” Joel continued before you handed the glass back to him.

“You need to prove to me that I can let you roam around here without those restraints. But, even if you do try to escape you’ll die pretty fast. I’ll let you think it over.” He said before leaving again, you were speechless.

—

After two hours, Joel came back, but this time he was covered in blood.

“Make your decision yet?” He muttered as you looked up at him in fear.

“I’ll stay, I won’t try to escape.” You whispered in response, making him smile.

He grabbed a cloth and began wiping the blood off his face before taking away the restraints on your hands.

You rubbed your wrists before you acted quickly and pushed him away from you, you darted towards the stairs hearing him yell out.

You barely made it up the stairs before blood covered arms wrapped around you, causing you to scream.

He manhandled you back down stairs and to the metal bed where he threw you down and restrained you again.

“Try that again and it’ll be your blood all over me.” He growled as you panted.

“Fuck you.” You muttered before he slapped you across the face, you kept your face turned away from him.

“Looks like you’ve got more thinking to do.”

#yandere #joel miller #yandere Joel miller #the last of us #fic #joel miller x reader

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kerrysdreamcorner · 1 month

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𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

A Love and Deepspace Fan-Fiction

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Faye has been waiting on her friend’s phone call. Of course she calls right when she’s in the middle of something.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Light spice, some humour

Iris is an OC of @softlycandescent

The chill of spring was still present, but my body was burning as if I had been baking under an August sun for twelve hours or more.

Xavier’s kisses were slow, deep, and had complete control of the moment despite the pace. One of his hands was lost in my hair, cradling the back of my head while the other kept me from sliding off his lap. My own hands were toying with the drawstrings of his hoodie, caressing the sides of his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his sweater to drag my nails up the back of his shoulders.

He shuttered and pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together with no room for air to pass between us. He pulled back a little and chuckled, catching my face between his hands to stop me from chasing after his lips. “You taste like candy.”

I tilted my head and smiled. “I had a lollipop before coming up here. Can you guess the flavour?”

Xavier hummed thoughtfully, then closed the distance between us again with another kiss. “Is it cherry?”

Giggling, I nodded and licked my lips. “You got it. I guess I should give you a reward now, right?”

A light blush coated his cheeks just then, stretching over the top of his nose and over his ears. “What do you have in mind?”

Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I leaned back and reached for the hem of my shirt-

My phone, which until now had been sitting quietly on the coffee table, came to life. If it were anyone else I would have ignored it, but the chiming ringtone was set for one contact and one contact only. And I’ve been waiting for this contact to finally call me.

With the same speed as if I were striking a Wanderer, I snatched the phone and answered the call. “About freaking time.”

“I’m sorryyyyyy.” Iris’ voice came from the other end of the line. “I was… Never mind.”

“You were at the cat café petting cats again, weren’t you?”

“…No.”

I rolled my eyes and mouthed an apology to Xavier. “Sure. Can you do me a big favour? I need you to go down to the hospital and wedge some information out of Dr. Zayne for me.”

“I- You want me to do it? Why?” Poor girl was nearly stumbling over her words.

I propped an elbow against the back of the couch, my side falling into the soft cushion as I shifted my weight and curled a lock of hair around my finger. “Because apparently he needs to see me for something and I don’t like going in blind.”

“B-But patient confidentiality-”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

She huffed into the speaker. “You really can’t just go figure it out on your own?”

“Can’t. I’m busy today.” I winked at Xavier, who had been watching me with an amused smile.

Iris inhaled so intensely I could hear it. “You owe me-”

“Several packs of strawberries and a movie night. Thanks girl, love you, gotta go, bye.” I ended the call and tossed my phone across the living room, my experience with firearms aiding me in making sure it successfully landed on the bean bag chair instead of shattering on the floor. “Where were we?”

Xavier chuckled, eyes shining in the daylight. “I believe you were about to give me a reward, but the mood is ruined now.” He tilted his head. “I thought your doctor cleared you this morning?”

I grinned. “I know that. Iris doesn’t.”

His smile returned. “So, you’re meddling.”

“I prefer the term ‘playing Cupid’.”

Suddenly, I found myself on my back. The man who had just been under me was hovering above me now, soft hair tickling my cheek as his lips peppered my neck. “Are there any distractions I need to worry about?”

Feeling blissful, I sighed and moved my hair out of his way. “Nope. I’m all yours.”

#x oc #love and deepspace #lnds xavier #lnds #lnd xavier

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froggychair05 · 4 months

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Wrote this little thing for @enden-agolor :)

Jesse needed this to go well.

In all of his adventures, he’d never had to face a challenge quite like this. Taking down the Witherstorm? Terrifying, but he managed. Saving Sky City? Aiden didn’t stand a chance. Murderers, supercomputers, and battlefields of gladiators? Piece of cake.

Baking cookies, however…

Jesse had no clue where to even start. All of the ingredients were spread out in front of him and he held the recipe in one hand, the other resting on his hip as he studied Lukas’ neat handwriting. It seemed easy enough. He’d watched his boyfriend do it countless times (though he usually paid less attention to what Lukas was doing and more to whatever conversation they were having).

Lukas was busy at some book-signing event that day, so Jesse had to hurry. He knew that those kinds of things always stressed Lukas out—there were always people shouting questions at him and demanding his attention and it was all very overwhelming for the poor guy.

Jesse knew exactly how it felt, so he wanted to do something nice to surprise him. Besides, Lukas deserved it. He was always doing nice things for Jesse and he wanted to return the favor.

…If he could just figure out how, that is.

He sighed, carefully setting the recipe on the counter. He could do this.

Dewey wandered into the kitchen then, rubbing against Jesse’s legs.

“Hey, Dew,” he said, bending down to pet the ocelot. “Where have you been?”

Dewey just purred in response. Jesse smiled a little, standing up again. “Well, maybe you can help me.”

He pulled a chair out and watched as Dewey hopped onto it before turning back to the counter.

“I built a Formidi-Bomb. I can make some cookies.”

He rolled his sleeves up, measuring out the flour. Into the bowl it went, Dewey watching intently as Jesse began to go down the rest of the list.

“This isn’t so bad,” he said, smiling proudly at the bowl of ingredients. “See, Dew? Told you I could handle it.”

Dewey, by this point, had hopped onto the counter and was watching Jesse intently. His tail swished back and forth as he started batting at one of the eggs.

Jesse glanced at the ocelot. “Aw, is that next? Thanks, buddy, I— Dewey, no!”

Unfortunately, he was too late. The egg splattered onto the floor.

Jesse sighed. At least it hadn’t spawned a chicken—that would certainly be interesting to explain to Lukas.

“C’mon, Dewey, we don’t have a lot of time here.” He looked at the egg in dismay. “And it was going so well…”

Dewey at least seemed somewhat apologetic. He walked over and nuzzled his head against Jesse’s shoulder, purring. He was pretty cute…how could Jesse stay mad?

“Okay, okay, I forgive you.” He pet the top of Dewey’s soft head, smiling a little.

It wasn’t a total loss. They definitely had more eggs, and he could just step around the mess and clean it when he was done. The important part was getting the cookies finished before Lukas got back.

Jesse grabbed another egg, glancing back at Dewey, who was sniffing the pile of cocoa beans.

“No, Dewey, those aren’t for cats!” He rushed over, waving his hands at the ocelot until he backed away. Jesse felt something wet make a crunching sound under his foot.

Oh. Right. The egg. Wait, hadn’t he just been holding…?

He looked back at where Dewey had been standing. On the wall behind him was…another splatter of egg. It must have flown out of his hand when he was waving them at Dewey.

Jesse groaned in frustration. Fighting the Admin had been easier than this.

He peeled his sock off and draped it over the egg mess on the floor. It needed to be washed anyway. Cleaning the wall shouldn’t be too hard, either. As long as nothing else went wrong, Jesse was certain he could salvage this batch of cookies.

“Okay, Dew, I’m gonna need you to get off the counter,” Jesse sighed. “You can stay on the chair.”

Dewey only gave Jesse a look, not moving from where he was sitting next to the bowl.

“Dew. Please.”

Dewey did not listen. Dewey instead stuck his entire kitty face into the bowl of ingredients, sniffed, and sneezed. He lifted his head, blinking. His whole head was white.

“Dewey!” Jesse stared at the ocelot in disbelief. The situation would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Jesse would have to start all over now. Of course, he’d have to clean Dewey first, because he couldn’t just leave his boyfriend’s cat covered in flour.

Bathing Dewey was going to be a hell of its own, but it would probably be easier than baking cookies at this point.

Just then, Jesse heard the door open. His heart sank as he heard a tired but unmistakably familiar voice announcing his boyfriend’s presence.

“No,” Jesse whispered, staring at the mess. “He wasn’t supposed to be back yet…”

Dewey hopped off of the counter and ran toward the voice. No, no, no, this was all wrong!

“Dewey? What’s all over your fur?”

Jesse took a deep breath and walked out of the kitchen. “Hey, Lukas. You’re home early.”

“Yeah, thank goodness. I got through the line pretty fast today. Do you know what happened to Dewey?” He glanced over at Jesse. “…Where’s your other sock?”

Jesse sighed, reaching down and scooping Dewey up. “I was trying to make cookies. I wanted to do something nice for you since I knew you’d be stressed from today, but it didn’t really go well.”

“Aww, Jesse, you didn’t have to—“

Jesse shook his head. “I wanted to. You deserve it.”

“Well…thank you, then,” Lukas said, leaning down to kiss Jesse’s cheek. “I appreciate it.”

“But it turned into a disaster,” Jesse mumbled. “The kitchen’s a mess and Dewey needs a bath and the cookies are ruined because he sneezed into the bowl.”

Lukas laughed softly. “That explains a lot. But it’s okay, really. We can clean the kitchen and give Dewey his bath, and then we can make the cookies together. Does that sound good?”

Jesse shrugged. “They were supposed to be a surprise for you since I knew you’d be tired from today, though. If you’re making them, then it’s not really a surprise.”

“Well, I didn’t know you’d be making them, so I was surprised. And getting to spend the time baking with you is just as nice,” Lukas said, smiling. “It’ll be fun.”

Jesse couldn’t help but smile, too. “We’ll just have to keep Dewey away from it. He’s cute, but he’s a little menace.”

“Aww, he probably just wanted to help. Didn’t you, buddy?” Lukas pet the ocelot’s flour-covered head. “You’re definitely gonna need a bath, though.”

Dewey shook his head, a cloud of flour drifting off of him. Lukas laughed a bit and carefully took Dewey from Jesse’s arms.

“I can clean the kitchen while you give him his bath,” Jesse offered, dusting flour off of his shirt. He was realizing that he should have worn an apron.

Lukas nodded. “We’ll finish faster that way. Thank you.” He kissed the top of Jesse’s head. “You have flour on your nose.”

Jesse blushed, dusting his nose off as Lukas left with Dewey. He went to the kitchen to clean the splatters of egg.

Baking was hard. Maybe he should just stick to stopping world-ending catastrophes.

#minecraft story mode #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #look! it’s not the sdv au this time!#it was so fun writing Dewey’s antics he’s so silly :)#I like the silly cubes in case you couldn’t tell #my writing

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playgroundfadings · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you're doing well! I have another request, if that's okay. I was wondering if you could do another Brahms x female reader where the reader gets hurt and is in shock for a couple of minutes? Like she falls down the steps or something? If not, that's okay. Thank you.

HI HI HI. Sorry it took so much time for me to complete this, my week at work has been crazy :’) You are always welcome to request anything darling, it’s a pleasure to write for stinky wall man <333

Tw: not beta read, getting hurt.

|| Brahms Heelshire, falling down the stairs ||

You made peace with the noises and cracks you hear from time to time. When you first came into the manor, you used to jump and yelp at the slightest noise. After all, you were supposed to be alone. With a doll, but alone nonetheless.

Now, you calm yourself by thinking it’s due to the wear and tear of the foundation. The manor was quite old, after all. When was the last time any renovations were done? It was just normal for aged wood to creak once in a while.

You woke up earlier than usual, and spent that extra time in the kitchen whipping breakfast; you tried your hand at a typical British meal. Sausages, fried eggs, baked beans, grilled tomatoes and toasts soon fills, the aromas permeating the air. There’s a smile on your lips, as you’re visibly happy with the results. Not bad, for a first attempt.

You set the table, ignoring the noises happening behind the walls -old manor, old wood, just old wood - then leave the kitchen to fetch Brahms. You’re a bit early on the schedule, but you figure the doll will not mind. It means spending more time together, and wouldn’t that be fantastic?

The stairs stretch before you, the wood creaking under the weight of your body. One step at the time, you reach the top before you catch something from the corner of your eyes. A shadow, large, appearing downstairs.

You turn, unsure if you saw correctly. You’re alone in here, you would have heard it if someone came through the door. There was no way-

The floor seems to give out under you; when you turned, you did it fast. Too fast, however. And now, you lost your footing.

A scream escapes you before you feel the edges of the stairs hitting at your body.

White dots flashes before your eyes, and the last thing you see is a looming figure.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

The aching of your body is the first thing you feel the moment you open your eyes. Bruises are probably forming all over your limbs, coloring your skin in various shades of blue and purple. A groan escape your lips as you try to sit up. But the bed is way too inviting, coaxing to stay within its safety. And so, you lay back down… before shooting back up, despite the pain reverberating through your whole body.

Why are you in a bed?

There’s a chair next to the bed. That’s new. By the looks of it, this is your room; you never had a chair in here. How did this -

A gasp, then the sound of rushed footsteps, snaps you back from your thoughts. Hands are on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the mattress.

‘’You shouldn’t move!’’ the voice is masculine, too rasp to be the delivery boy. You can finally focus on the man in front of you, the one who seemingly saved you.

His clothes appear to be run down, spotted with stains here and there, his hair a mess of dark curls. But what really catch your attention is the porcelain mask pressed on his face, hiding his identity from you. Though, you do not need to see his features to know who exactly stands before you. The mask too similar to that doll’s face, and green eyes peaking through the holes reminding you of that painting in the hallway.

‘’You’re alive.’’

Though shocked, you remain calm while Brahms sit back on the chair. He’s not meeting your eyes, preferring to stare at his hands. Fingers are twirling together, nails picking at his skin. Everything in his body language, from the way he’s ached over to his breathing, tells you he’s nervous.

‘’Did you carry me here?’’ There’s a pregnant pause before the masked man nod. ‘’I appreciate it, Brahms. I will need to see a doctor, that wasn’t a pretty fall and-’’

He’s up before you can even finish, hands on your shoulders again as a way to keep you down. There’s panic clouding his pretty green eyes. ‘’You can’t leave! You can’t leave me, it’s against the rules!’’ The male voice from earlier is gone, instead replaced with a pleading, child-like tone. It seems so foreign, strange, coming from such a large man.

You place your hands on his, squeezing lightly in reassurance. ‘’I need to make sure I don’t have a concussion - a brain injury. It would be really bad if I had one. You understand that, Brahms?’’ There’s a tentative nod from him, but he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grips you harder.

‘’I will nurse you back to health. I will, I really will. You can’t leave me. Pretty Y/N, you can’t leave’’.

There’s not much you can do, not with Brahms forcing you down on the bed, hovering above you. Though you just met him, or at least the flesh version of him, you’re positive he would try anything to keep you here, in the manor.

He must realize you’re pondering on what to do next, because he backs away from you. Brahms sits back on the chair, slightly shaking - you wonder why - before taking hold of your hand. He presses your palm against the side of his face, eyes finding yours and pleading silently.

‘’Okay’’ you relent after a while. ‘’Okay Brahms, no leaving. But I do need to see a doctor. Is that alright? I can call them here, they will make sure I’m not injured.’’

There’s a shadow of doubt crossing his eyes while he remains silent, most likely thinking over your words. ‘’Can I still take care of you?’’ he asks. Though it hurts your whole being, you let out a giggle.

‘’Of course you can, Brahms.’’

You will have to ask him where he has been all this time, if he was the reason behind all the creaks you heard. But for now, you simply enjoy having him fuss over you.

#brahms heelsire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the doll #my writing #request #slashers #brahms the boy

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lady-of-imladris · 1 year

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Results of the "Where would you hide a Silmaril" post!!!

Hello everyone, sorry this took a while. But here are the results of this post. PLEASE READ THE UNHINGED RANDOM ONES. I will put them [HERE] in a separate post, as well as at the bottom of this post.

There will be charts for nice data representation (I used pie charts because I was taught NOT to use them and... fuck the rules)

We had a hot total of 127 people who either commented or reblogged with their opinion in the tags. Thank you to everyone who participated!!

Here are the numbers

31: give it to them

1 draw a sad face on it

1 in exchange for marriage proposal

2 in exchange for money

1 “I’m not dying for Feanor’s kidney stone”

1 in exchange for protection

11: body of water

5: people who accused me of having a silmaril

9: eat

after 23 hours

eaten by dog

6: volcano

7: NSFW edition

my ass

“up my… no I shouldn’t say it… the ocean”

“… either they wouldn’t look there or I’d have a good time while they’re looking

“I can’t bring myself to say it”

“In my pussy. Those gayboys wouldnt have the guts to retrieve it. Thank god Celegorm isnt in the picture”

“In my pussy. Sorry but 2 fine af war criminals in my house??! sorry not sorry daddy”

“I’d rather not say what my first thought was”

4: nope, not touching that

And now for the unhinged answers:

Here are the numbers:

54 unhinged answers:

5: Higher entity

“Give it to melkor because good luck getting it from that guy”

Ulmo

Tom Bombadil

Bilbo [Yes he counts as a higher entity]

Yavanna

3: Mess

Brother’s room

Wardrobe of the boys’ room (underneath lego)

Deepest darkest part of the woodshed

5: object permanence (it will disappear on its own)

parents’ basement between tomato sauce and baked beans

“I’d probably just lose it anyway”

“Wherever my left sock is”

“One of my “safe places”. It magically disappears within 24 hours”

“My special powers would kick in and it would never be found”

4: Proximity (hide it where they least suspect it. Close to them.)

Reverse pickpocket one of them

Maedhros’ underwear drawer

Near a Feanorian house

Under their own floorboards

2: cast it into the void

11: Urban

Hospital storage room

Toronto union station (a literal maze due to construction)

Go to a carnical and replace one of the lightbulbs with it

Gravel mine

Archives of a museum

“School or McDonalds, neither of these places feel like they exist on the mortal plane”

Bell tower

2: Ball pit

The trash

A random train station

Flush it down the toilet

4: Angband or Valinor

Bury it underneath the roots of the two tees

give it to Cirdan so he ships it off to valinor

3: Wear it

2: Wear it as a necklace

“Wear it and pspsp the Feanorians, dying in the process of trying to pet them”

RANDOM

Rig my house with cameras, assemble all light sources and plug them in, hide the silmaril inside a lamp, withdraw to a friend's place and watch them wander through my house like confused moths. Optional popcorn #noldor enrichment

Bury it in the garden with the potatoes. Good luck with the geese

Hide it in the middle of millions of other shiny rocks and run. Probably after drwaing a smiley on it

Feed it to a chicken and throw the chicken into the depths of khazad dum

Drive into a random direction and chuck it into a landfill

gollum-style underground, wrap it in a dozen bags and dump it into a deep but narrow crevice

Panic, try to eat it, spit it out, panic, dig a hole, throw myself into hole, panic, climb out, wait for them, throw it in their face while panicking

My pocket

Inside a washing machine, they would never look there

Wheel well of my heelies

Behind an army of therapists with a burning commitment to family gruop therapy. Either we'll scare them off or make some progress

Hand it to a little kid on the street

Inside a water mellon and say I gave it to a friend

British museum, god knows they'll never give it back-.

Box of tampons under the sink

inside a large rubber duck

Give it to deadpool

Buy a wedding dress and wait

Bring it to the shire. Even the Feanorians can't come after hobbits without looking like total dicks to a level even they aren't okay with

#I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT POST YOU GUYS #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the silm #silm #tolkien #silmarillion #maedhros #maglor

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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SDAU-The Alpha & Omega, Chapter 1

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Bucky’s jaw tensed as he watched her. Every muscle in his body went rigid as his breath hitched in his throat.

Her scent surrounded him.

His skin felt like it was on fire.

A growl rose in the back of his throat as he watched her; his steely gaze transfixed on the half-naked woman dancing on the pole.

“Like what you see there, Barnes?” the man teased, “Sure if we invited her back to the house you and her could make a happy little birthday video together.”

Bucky’s growl slipped between a sneer as his gaze slid to his left where two of his frat brothers were coming back, beers in hand. Curtis clapped him on the back as he sat next to Bucky on his right, “come on Barnes…if’s your birthday. Cheer up.”

“He’s probably still upset about his little omega,” the first man had spoken up, taking a long drag on his bottle. Curtis shot him a look, and he rolled his eyes, putting it back to the dirty table only to pull a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and light it up, “Come on B-“

“Shut up, Pronge…”Curtis said coldly, cutting off his friend. Lee raised a brow, but Curtis waved him off, “him and his omega were together for years. He had a submissive, good little toy that begged for his knot….an omega that knew his place.”

“Big cats have spines,” Lee, the other man on his left said factually, “don’t have knots like bears do, Curtis.”

“Regardless…it sucks that you had to give that up, Bucky…good omegas are hard to find anymore…all these little whores act like they’re in heat, begging for an alpha’s knot…make it feel less right,” Curtis said with a frown. He placed his hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder and then his eyes narrowed, “are you about to go into a rut?”

Bucky swallowed.

He knew that he wasn’t about to have his rut.

Or he shouldn’t have been on the brink of one.

“Didn’t you just have a rut last month?”

“Fucked his way through a few of the rut bunnies,” Lee nodded, instantly agreeing with Curtis, “a little too rough with some of em…”

“Was never too rough with Stevie…” Bucky said nervously, his vibranium arm twitching as he felt his anxiety increasing. His mind went back to the month prior where he’d gone through four of the house’s rut bunnies, girls that were always willing to be bedded by a member of the Rho house. In just three simple days, four girls had promised never to return, after being manhandled by the aggressive, sulky football star.

“That’s why he had a male omega in the first place!”

“He’s not trying to just spine us!” another girl recalled as she threw angry slaps towards some of the guys who were trying to get her to stop being so aggressive, “He’s trying to fucking kill us!”

“HE’s a psycho!” The first girl snapped.

“He needs locked up!”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as her scent became more potent.

His eyes snapped back to the stage, where she’d managed to make her way away from the side pole to the main one.

Right in front of his table.

Her eyes snapped to his.

And only one word came to his mind as his hand gripped the table hard enough that the wood cracked beneath the vibranium fingertips.

Mate.

His breath hitched in his throat.

What normally was the young omega lion’s solace felt like a moment that was completely frozen in time.

The coffee shop that he frequented felt as though it had gone through some drastic change and he was left on the outside looking in. Something felt extremely out of place. And yet, he couldn’t place how.

His eyes snapped up so that he could search for any meaning behind it.

People continued on with their normal lives. They were getting coffee, chatting up the people at their tables, or studying by themselves.

The baristas were hard at work.

Coffee beans grinded to their needed consistency filling the air with the aroma of toasted dark roasts, mingling with the fresh baked pastries.

But Steve was watching, searching for the thing out of place; the scent that began to drive him wild.

Rich honeysuckle. Warm velvet. Cinnamon that made the corner of his jaw twitch.

There was something so vibrant about it, yet so calming.

“Mini you’re here!”

Steve’s eyes landed on a new barista joining the one who made his regular shots of espresso while he sat getting the agenda for the monthly house meeting together.

It was instantaneous.

Their eyes locked, and his throat went dry.

He hadn’t felt that way about anyone.

Not since Bucky.

He didn’t bother waiting for the barista to notice that he needed another espresso. He looked down at his cup and downed the shot before making his way to the counter, empty cup in hand.

“Steve…back for another one already?”

“Ye-yeah…” he nodded quickly to the gorgeous delta who was standing beside the woman that he wanted to know more about, “please…if you don’t mind.”

“I can make it.”

The woman’s voice made Steve feel like he was going weak in the knees. A purr came out of his mouth, the rumble making him feel all too warm.

“Ohhh, looks like we have a love connection, here. Don’t we?”

The woman, Mini, nudged her companion, “shut up Ang…just a shot of espresso?”

“Y-yeah!” Steve nodded quickly, “a-a double…”

“Do you want your pastries now or later when you leave, Steve?”

“L-later….I-“

“Going to be a while before you go?” she teased as she watched the omega lion. He blushed, looking to the woman who’s back was turned as she tamped the espresso and pulled it, “don’t worry…I’ll pack up some extra…Skye told me last month Jake ate them all before the meeting.”

He shifted, biting his lip, “yeah…he uh-“

But he stopped speaking when she returned.

“Here you go, Steve…one double shot espresso…”

“Hey Mini…maybe you should get to know Steve a little bit…go sit down with him…”

“But my shift-“

“I’ll cover you for a little bit…anyways…I don’t think my parents would care that you sat down with him…he’s a good guy…”

“I-“

“I see the way your eyes are dilating…and his…you both obviously are attracted to one another…and well, whether it’s because of your scents…or because you haven’t gotten laid in god knows how long…”

Mini blushed, instantly looking away from Steve and Ang…

“Ang…”

“I-I’m in the back booth if you’re ashamed of being seen with an omega lion,” Steve said quickly, his own insecurities coming up to haunt him, “I-“

“I’m a theta,” she said quickly, “I-I don’t mind being seen with you…quite the opposite. I mean, most people would be afraid of being seen with me…”

“I’m not afraid…” Steve uttered out, even before she could finish her sentence, “y-you’re beautiful…and you smell amazing…I-I couldn’t be afraid if I tried…”

“Steve it isn’t such a good id-“

“Five minutes,” he said quickly, “just-please?”

She sighed, looking back at Ang, “five minutes.”

Chapter 2

Tag List: @teambarnes72, @lohnes16, @tenacioiusperfectionunknown

#sdau #school days au #school days #college #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #a/b/o #bucky fanfic #bucky #james barnes #alpha bucky #alpha bucky barnes #omega steve #omega steve rogers #steve rogers #the alpha & omega #marvel #marvel au

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Does Elsa know Jack and Ted are married? I’d love a prompt where she finds out.

Surprise

Summary: Elsa is acting odd, and when Jack find out why, he’s happy to explain.

TW: Slightly suggestive comments toward the end

Jack smiled as Elsa sat across from him, taking a sip of tea. It had been awhile since the two of them had last met, months since she, Jake, and Ted had come to his rescue. As it stood, it was nice to see her again, even if she was being oddly quiet. He heard his husband in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the three of them, judging by the smell, it was probably steak, he quite liked steak. While he wasn’t a bad cook by any means, Ted could make pretty much anything edible, no doubt because of his time in the Everglades.

But back to Elsa. She and him had talked quite a bit when she arrived, mostly updates when it came to hunting, but also a few updates in their own lives. That changed as soon as they sat down to drink; however, at that point, Elsa had gone quiet, intently looking at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity on her face. He guessed she thought he didn’t notice, as he had yet to bring up the odd look she was giving. He quietly looked over his clothes, there wasn’t anything on them, and he had just checked his face before letting her in. He was beginning to get a bit concerned honestly.

“So, Elsa,” he said, breaking the silence.

Elsa seemed to snap back to reality, finally acknowledging him beyond the odd look she was giving, “Oh, yes, Jack? What is it?”

“Is something wrong?” he inquired, looking at her softly, “You’ve been looking at me strange ever since we sat down.”

Elsa looked at him blankly before replying, “The ring, where did you get it?”

Jack instinctively looked at his left ring finger, and smiled. He had completely forgotten about it, he was with Ted so often and no one he ever talked to never really questioned it, so it had legitimately slipped his mind. He honestly didn’t realize that it might have been what Elsa was talking about. He looked at Elsa as she took a sip of tea, “Oh, this? Ted and I are married now.”

Elsa just about spat out her tea, “Married?”

He grinned, “Yeah, about a month or two ago! Well, we’re not legally married, but I don’t really care.”

Elsa took a moment to recover, “Well, that certainly caught me off-guard. But that still doesn’t answer the question, Jack. Where did you get the ring from? I must admit it looks really nice.”

He shook his head, “I don’t really know. Ted was the one who proposed, he found it somewhere in the Everglades. I’m not even sure it was meant to be a wedding ring originally, but it’s the thought that counts, you know?”

Elsa looked stunned, “Wait, Ted proposed? Get out mate.”

He chuckled a bit, “It’s true, right, Teddy Bear?”

From the kitchen, Ted gave an affirmative grumble.

He smiled, “Honestly, I was kinda caught off-guard by it too. Then again, he’s done it before, so I shouldn’t be surprised.”

When Ted was comfortable enough with Elsa, he had told him his partner’s history. She was understandably mortified at what had happened to him to turn him into what he was now, and was even more disgusted at the actions of her fellow hunters for capturing and hunting someone who was once human just like they were.

Elsa nodded, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

He gave a little laugh, “Our honeymoon was pretty nice. I managed to smuggle him over to Borneo.”

“Sounds nice,” Elsa replied. “But how did it… work?”

Jack cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

Elsa gave an awkward look, “I mean, he’s nine feet tall, it must be hard for you to-”

Ted gave a grumble, signaling that dinner was ready. Thank god, that could have turned into a very awkward conversation. “He says dinner is ready.”

“Well okay then,” Elsa replied as the two of them got up and entered the kitchen, three plates with baked potatoes, green beans, and well-seasoned steak on the table.

Ted growled, proud of himself.

He gave his husband a kiss on his tendril as he sat down, “Gracias, Teddy Bear, you really outdid yourself this time.”

Elsa gave a small grin as she sat down, “It smells delicious. You caught yourself a good one, Jack. I’m happy for you.”

Jack blushed a bit as he dug into his steak, “Thanks Elsa, that really means a lot.”

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #elsa bloodstone #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts #tw: suggestive

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 2 years

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@mrwrestlingkevinsteen I am now going to assault you with wholesome

Having grown up in a wealthy, if empty household, Ruth had been privileged enough to experience the finest of cuisines. From roast pheasant to baked alaska, she was given some of the finest meals anyone could hope for in her youth, all served in the too big dining room of a too big house that she hated on principle and, therefore, hated the food as well.

So when Sami Zayn somehow managed to fix the three of them a Christmas dinner of green beans with mushrooms and onion rings, baked potatoes, and what was possibly the most wonderful whole chicken that Ruth had ever tasted, the company alone made it the best meal she’d been blessed with in her twenty four years on Earth.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that Sami was an excellent chef.

Most of the food was simple, but well prepared, nothing luxurious or lavish, but it was made with love and was somehow better than most of the food that Ruth had grown up on.

However, there was one part of the meal that was unique – a plate of garlic and rosemary dinner rolls that were almost decadent in their richness. When Ruth first tried one, she knew she could have eaten the whole tray, but she knew overloading on carbs was never a good idea, plus Sami had insisted that at least half the tray be reserved for him.

Sami had cooked the meal in the kitchen, which was attached to the main dining hall. He’d worked most of the day at it, and while Ruth and Kevin had offered to help, he’d insisted they stay out of his way. However, while the kitchen was fully powered up and heated, the dining hall itself was on the cold side, so the three had transported the meal on a cart back to Kevin’s cabin where they were eating it off paper plates and bowls with plasticware. It wasn’t the ideal setup, although it was much nicer than just grabbing quick bites in the kitchen like they had been for the rest of the break. That said, trying to eat chicken with plasticware was never easy, but the company she was sharing the meal with made it all worthwhile to her.

“This is delicious,” she said through a mouthful of drumstick, “Where did you learn how to cook?”

Sami, scooping some beans from the aluminum tray onto his plate, just shrugged, saying, “You’d be surprised what you can find in the archives.”

“Connery,” Ruth replied, trying to summon up the French term for bullshit.

“Ooooh, so close,” Sami chided, before taking a dinner roll from the plate and taking a bite.

“No really,” she said again, “Where did you learn how to cook?”

Sami was already half done with the dinner roll but didn’t say anything, simply shrugging in response and Ruth realized it was just going to be another one of the redhead’s many mysteries. He had so many of those, and it didn’t matter because at that moment she was too busy scarfing down a scrumptious meal to care. Between the baked potato, the yummy chicken, and everything in between, she didn’t want the meal to ever end.

Still, it was strange. With as delicious as the chicken was, Sami wasn’t touching it. For that matter, both his baked potato and his bread were woefully dry, as if he were fundamentally opposed to condiments.

Eventually, the question became too pointed in her brain not to ask.

“So Sami,” she said, swallowing a bite of her second helping of meat, “what’s up?”

Sami mumbled something akin to a question mark through a mouthful of butterless bread.

“Why aren’t you eating the chicken? You cooked it, it’s great, why aren’t you eating it?”

From the chair to her right, Kevin started to laugh, almost choking on his potato in the process.

“What?” Ruth asked again. “What’s so funny?”

She couldn’t help but notice the sheepish look on Sami’s face as he shoved an entire onion ring in his mouth at once. She looked at him expectantly but, after he was done with the onion ring, he just followed it up with a forkful of beans, giving no indication of his intention to answer. It shouldn’t have surprised her, Sami was far from forthcoming on anything, but she really wanted to know. So, finishing up her chicken breast, she set her plate aside and turned to Kevin.

“Alright,” she said, “since he won’t answer, Kevin. Why isn’t Sami eating the chicken?”

She watched as the lovers shared a look that, while she couldn’t read at all, must have meant something because Kevin finished cleaning off his plate, took a few gulps of soda, and responded.

“He doesn’t eat meat,” he told her. “He isn’t allergic or anything, he just doesn’t eat it.”

“But it’s not a holy day,” Ruth replied, before correcting, “Ok, it is, but it’s not a fasting one. You can eat meat on Christmas. You’re supposed to eat meat on Christmas.”

Sami was going after his fourth dinner roll still not saying a word and she watched as Kevin gave him a sideways glance before rolling his eyes and continuing.

“He doesn’t talk much when he’s eating,” said Kevin, “Actually, that and reading are the only two times he shuts up.”

The glare that Sami shot Kevin at the remark did not go unnoticed. Still, Kevin continued.

“He doesn’t eat meat any day,” he explained, “It’s just the way he is. Any animal products. Butter, eggs, cheese, any of it. He never has.”

“Wait, so none of the food he’s eating has animal products in it? Not even the bread?”

Kevin looked at his partner with pride, “What can I say? He’s a great cook.”

Ruth was stunned. She had always been taught that the bounties of the Earth were put there to feed and provide for mankind, all of them, and to refuse such gifts was sinful. Why anyone would abstain from eating so much as a plate of scrambled eggs seemed absurd to her.

Then again...

“Is that why you drink your coffee black?” she asked her friend. “Because you won’t drink milk?”

Sami finished with the dinner roll and replied, “Milk is disgusting. You don’t want to know how they make it.”

“Cows make the milk, Sami. Unless there’s more to the process than I’m aware of.”

Sami shot another look, aimed at her this time, before silently scooping the last of the beans onto his plate. She really wasn’t going to get anything out of him and she decided it wasn’t worth it to fight the subject so she picked her plate up and finished her meal. It really was delicious.

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griefpersevering · 2 years

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the ripples they cause

read chapter twelve now!!

A/N: I was originally going to hold this chapter until Tuesday, but then the announcements started rolling in... congrats, everyone!! I can't wait to still be thinking about some really good lawyers in 2024 :D

Here's a snippet:

The shrine on Peter’s desk is beginning to grow. Ned’s Lego Palpatine and a months-old coffee cup stand next to a framed photo of him and his aunt. Above it, he pinned the fake certificate he got from his ‘internship’ with Tony. And now, in prime position, is MJ’s drawing.

Stephen’s spell was supposed to make the entire world forget who Peter is, and so far, there’s been no evidence to suggest it hasn’t worked. MJ, Ned, Happy… none of them recognised him.

So how has MJ drawn a scene that she shouldn’t remember?

Peter shakes his head, walking over to the fridge and staring at the lone bottle of ketchup and nearly empty jar of strawberry jam inside. He sighs, giving into his hunger and wandering over to the front door, grabbing his wallet, a well-worn jacket, and shoving his feet into his trainers without unlacing them.

The nearest Target is six blocks away, so Peter puts his earphones in as he’s walking. The sidewalks are still icey from the cold January weather, but Peter doesn’t slip. Thinking about MJ’s drawing is only giving him hope, and that’s a dangerous thing to have, so he steers his thoughts in a different direction.

Last night’s embarrassment is enough to distract him. Daredevil is different from the other superheroes he’s met. The Avengers — and all the other people who helped them fight Thanos, like the Guardians — are great for huge battles where the universe is at stake. For the short years he knew him, Peter’s greatest (and only) grievance with Tony was that he didn’t understand the importance of helping ordinary, everyday people.

Yesterday, during their conversation on the rooftop… Peter felt like Daredevil understood him. They were both doing the same thing, after all: putting their own lives and health on the line to help vulnerable people, and doing it without the fame and reward that comes with being an Avenger. In fact, both of them are painted as the villains, when all Peter wants to do is help people.

The automatic doors to the Target slide open and Peter grabs a basket. He wonders if Daredevil has a day job, or if he also gets paid minimum wage at a shitty job with an equally shitty boss.

He tosses two boxes of bandages into his basket, followed by a tub of burn ointment. Daredevil probably doesn’t have to change his own bandages every day. Peter can only imagine him having full medical insurance, taking his injuries to a discreet doctor every time he gets hurt on patrol.

Shaking his head, Peter wanders over to the next aisle and picks up a box of Lucky Charms. In the entire time she had looked after him, Peter doesn’t remember Aunt May successfully managing to cook anything. The plastic tray of the ready-made chicken tikka masala would melt in the oven, or she would forget to put water in when boiling potatoes. Once, she managed to burn herself cooking a frozen pizza. They either relied on takeout or forced down the cold-in-the-middle meatloaf, but neither of them ever learnt to cook.

Peter taught himself how to bake when he was thirteen, but he was starting to realize that humans can’t live off banana bread and double chocolate cookies alone.

“I bet Daredevil doesn’t have to cook his own dinner,” he mutters.

He also picks up a loaf of bread, a jar of nutella, a bag of penne pasta, and three random ready meals before heading to the checkout. As he joins the end of the queue, he notices a sign advertising a discount above a pile of bean bags.

He looks both ways, but there’s no one looking at him. It must be a side effect of the spell; even stranger’s eyes tend to glide over him these days.

Maybe he doesn’t have a lot of money. But he also doesn’t have anywhere to sit that isn’t his rickety bed, and it’s only five dollars…

#spiderman #marvel #mcu #peter parker #the ripples they cause #my writing #lina lore #daredevil

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yeoldemothmemes · 2 years

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Sentence Starters from my Watch Later 57

Random lines from youtube videos in my watch later Bonus points if you know where these lines are from Feel free to change pronouns and etc as needed

“I haven’t replied to an email in like four days” “How is there so much leaf blowing. there’s not even any trees” “Leave me alone, please” “You shouldn’t offer me this zebra print rug” “Don’t be the person that they have to make a special warning label for” “I’m okay, I promise” “My act of self care this week was not reading BLANK” “I should write a book” “Please pay me to obnoxiously sing in a bar” “Maybe they want you to get off the phone” “I want to put my head through that wall” “Why is everywhere playing this song three times a day?” “This house is too small” “Let’s have a wild night out” “Where are my baking beans?” “I should have remembered something that sounds so delicious” “Welcome to my woods” “I wish I slept that well“ “I thought you were going to help me“ “Why am I sticky?” “I can’t even get the box open” “Go to bed” “I just wanted to dabble in magic” “We really need to finish this house” “I made this for you” “You might want to get a better photographer” “Can you put away the umbrella?” “Where should we have the wedding?” “I want a cat” “This is your third disaster in the span of two hours”

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rabbitcruiser · 1 month

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National Chocolate Caramel Day

Savoring the rich blend of smooth sweetness and chewy delight, it's a taste that captures pure indulgence in every bite.

In the opinions of many people, chocolate and caramel are viewed as one of the greatest pairings in the history of ever! Rich, luxurious, high quality chocolate with deep flavors and color, filled with the buttery rich flavor of caramel and a warm gooey texture and golden color. Honestly, what could be better?

National Chocolate Caramel Day reminds the world that this delightful slice of heaven exists. And, also, that wherever there is chocolate, caramel will probably make it better. When you have caramel? Chocolate is its missing companion.

History of National Chocolate Caramel Day

The origin of caramel is lost to the annals of history, but what historians do know is that it lies somewhere in the 200 years between 1650 and 1880. Originating in the Americas, the intrepid settlers were making hard candies in kettles sometime after they arrived.

This is the candy-making process that would eventually culminate in caramels, when some bright individual added fat and milk to the boiling water and sugar. Thus, caramel was born. It is also worth noting that, during this time, refined sugar was both rare and expensive, so candies were often made with the juice from sugar beets, which were easier to source.

Chocolate, on the other hand, comes from Mesoamerica and, using the cacao bean, has been prepared as a drink there since as early as 1750 BCE. When the settlers arrived and discovered the rich drink, they quickly transported it back to Europe where it became a huge favorite of anyone who could get their hands on it. From this beginning as a simple and exotic drink, chocolate has evolved into the rich variety that is experienced today.

The blending together of these two beloved flavors was thanks, in part, to Mr. Hershey of the Hershey’s candy company. In fact, many people do not know that Milton Hershey got his start preparing and selling caramel. It was actually the foundation of what would become his growing empire.

When the transformation began to occur from making caramels to making chocolate as his primary product, it wasn’t a far reach for him to introduce the world to the combination of these two heavenly sweets: chocolate and caramel. So it was that the world happily received Chocolate Caramel as a flavor, and it became a sensation. Of course, it’s possible that it had been tried on a small scale prior to this, but Mr. Hershey was the one that made it popular!

National Chocolate Caramel Day is the perfect time to celebrate this serendipitous creation that has become a world-wide sensation!

How to Celebrate National Chocolate Caramel Day

In honor of this most delectable day, chocolate and caramel demands to be celebrated. It’s simply a sacrifice that the people must make!

Not to worry, this day is all about enjoyment, so there’s no pressure for anyone. Those who like to cook or bake can have a joyous time exploring various creative recipes. As for those who would prefer to source their treats from the shops? Well, certainly no one should complain about that!

Take a look at these ideas for a bit of inspiration toward celebrating National Chocolate Caramel Day:

Enjoy Chocolate Caramel Treats

The most obvious task of the day, of course, is to celebrate National Chocolate Caramel Day by imbibing chocolate and caramel at any and every opportunity that presents itself! And it shouldn’t be difficult to locate a great collection of products. There are chocolate caramel pop-tarts for breakfast, a nice chocolate caramel brownie as a snack with lunch, and a delicious and tantalizing chocolate caramel ice cream bar for dessert. Is that not the perfect day?

Learn to Make Chocolate Caramel Recipes

For the more adventurous types, trying out a new Chocolate Caramel recipe can be great fun. And the enjoyment can range from novices to those who are practically professionals in the kitchen. Modern conveniences and boxed mixes mean that almost anyone can create a delightful treat without a lot of fuss. Consider trying these types of National Chocolate Caramel Day treats that are fairly easy to make but no less enjoyable:

Chocolate Caramel Brownies. Starting with a simple brownie mix makes this super straight-forward. Prepare the brownie mix per the box instructions and place batter in the pan. Add thick caramel sauce (often found in the ice cream topping section at the grocery store) by drizzling a generous amount on top in parallel lines. Draw a knife perpendicular to the lines to create a swirled effect. Bake as directed.

Chocolate Caramel Pretzels. Lay pretzel twists flat on a parchment lined baking sheet. Place small caramel pieces (half a Kraft square) on each pretzel, then bake for 3-5 minutes to melt. Cool completely and then dip in melted chocolate, then dip in sprinkles as desired. A fun and easy treat almost anyone can make!

Add Caramel and Chocolate to Almost Anything. Chocolate chip pancakes with caramel sauce, chocolate ice cream with caramel topping, even a cup of coffee can taste great with a bit of chocolate and caramel swirled in (a barista will probably be happy to do this on request!).

Share Chocolate Caramel Treats

Another stellar way to celebrate this delightful day is by sharing a favorite chocolate caramel treat with co-workers, classmates, friends and family. Either bring them a gift of a special chocolate caramel concoction, or get proactive and encourage them to bring their favorites to a great share-all!

And for those who happen to run across a suspicious person who doesn’t seem to like Chocolate Caramel? Well, that’s just more to keep and enjoy on your own!

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harrison-abbott · 3 months

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Kill the Silence

I just couldn’t believe that somebody had said it again. And when I responded angrily a hot silence flooded the table and it stayed there, stuck, for over five minutes, with nobody prepared to kill the silence. Until I did. I tried a wee joke. And somebody laughed falsely. I thought he had been my friend … thought that I was doing well in a social environment, for once. And then he just went and said that.

Yes, I thought he was my mate. But when I look back on it now: he could never hear what I was saying. Even though I sat right next to him it was always, from his angle, “What? Huh? Sorry?” He could never ever make out what I was saying even though I spoke the same language. And I was about as shy as possible during that period. I blushed a lot. Didn’t know how to be funny. I was practising, in a social sense. And the environment in the college forever seemed wide; that there was this sense of everybody watching you in the classroom. The way they positioned the tables in a square, with nothing in the middle: so that there was a huge gap in the middle of the room, with you on the perimeter.

And the college tutor was a horrific bully who enjoyed prickling your shyness whenever it took his fancy. But we’ve talked about this rat cunt tutor far too often on this blog to have him be mentioned again. The Hell with him. A mean, arrogant man, who shouldn’t be talked about more than he deserves.

So everybody was still silent after fifteen minutes, twenty. And I felt like my face was on the floor; stuck on a grey floor without any hope of getting up. I was still stunned from the insult.

The lesson ended and I got on the bus back home. And the college was an hour long bus ride from where I stayed, and throughout that ride homeward I was as blue and dejected as I can ever remember. Just felt awful. I got back to the house and went into the kitchen and put some baked beans on the hob … and shortly after this, my mother came home with her partner. They both came into the kitchen. And my mother, without any greeting, started yelling at me about my bicycle lights.

“Have your lights been stolen?”

No. I said. They hadn’t been stolen.

She didn’t believe me even though I said no twice after this. And then I snapped and yelled back at her. She got offended. I stormed upstairs. She came and asked me what was wrong but I did not want to speak to her of all people. She’d already been at my throat for months and I was thoroughly spent with her.

And it lasted in a similar way for the remainder of that semester and the following one. The boy who I’d thought was a friend stopped sitting next to me in class. I grew totally disinterested in going to classes physically. And studied at home instead. My mother had zilch faith in my academic output. And she was constantly suspicious that I wasn’t putting the work into the course. So I had to motivate myself. And I put belief in rote learning the material, in my bedroom, with my notes and pencils.

In February 2012 I got a conditional offer from University of Aberdeen. And I kinda knew as soon as I got this offer that I would be going to this university.

On the same night, mother attacked me for supposedly stealing one of her bottles of wine. I hadn’t; stolen it: I just didn’t. So I said to her, “No, I didn’t take it.” And then I told her about the university offer and it fairly shut her up.

Despite the offer, I still had my doubts. That I wasn’t able to go to university, that I didn’t belong there. The aftermath of school and all of the self doubt that those teachers had pedalled in me had orchestrated this inner unease, and I was not sure whether I had the skills to head to a top college.

But I kept revising the course material. Psychology, Sociology, Philosophy and advanced higher English. I had to do the English course through another institution and make this portfolio of work that would be sent off for markers somewhere in England. Luckily, the book that they assigned me was Great Expectations. I kept studying. Simple as that. Just as I try to write stories: I’m often not sure whether I’m any good at it or not – but I try anyway. It was like that with academia. I had no clue if I was smart enough. But there was a sense of magic about that offer from Aberdeen: and if I could just get there then it would be a way to enhance my mind, to adventure out into the world.

The four exams came up.

I’d made no friends at all throughout my college course; hadn’t made any mates on campus. It was me as well. It was mostly me. I was just way too shy; way too undeveloped; too unforgiving; sensitive. I thought that I was caustic and repellent towards other people; that they didn’t like me for reasons I didn’t understand. I had a prominent stutter. And the facial tics were visible and violent. And I found it impossible to speak up, volume wise. And I found being around the pretty girls in the classroom excruciating, because I wanted to talk to them, but didn’t know how.

The whole ordeal was a masochist journey up into light.

And I got there, because I passed the exams and then Aberdeen told me to come up and study with them. And University of Aberdeen gave me four heavy years of intellectual bombardment. The library, and the old fashioned campus, with the cobblestones. And all of those glorious books I read.

I was still a fuck up socially. But I’d ‘become an academic’, and had gotten there single handedly. Nobody had helped me out. Or encouraged me along the way. Then I was at this five hundred year old university. Where I was supposed to be. I had problems, for sure. But they hadn’t beaten me.

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spicelandwholesale · 5 months

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Expert Tips to Store Bourbon Madagascar Vanilla Beans!

Is this the first time you are buying vanilla beans? While new in the world of premium Bourbon Madagascar vanilla beans, the chances you don’t know the right ways to store those and enhance their life. If you are on the same page, today’s post may prove to be the perfect solution to your worries. Here, you will know the pro-tips to store and care for vanilla beans. Have a look!

How to Care and Store Bourbon Madagascar Vanilla Beans

Madagascar Bourbon vanilla beans are the highest quality vanilla used in cooking and baking for their creamy, sweet, smooth, and mellow flavor to prepare extract and paste. These organically grown native vanilla beans, known as pods, can remain in premium condition for over one year if stored properly. Here’s HOW:

Storage steps:

If you want your Bourbon Madagascar vanilla beans to last for a year or more, make sure to avoid the moisture and air. And for that:

Remove the vanilla beans from the packaging and wrap those with wax paper.

Then, store the beans in a vacuum-sealed to have a longer shelf life. It ensures that the air can remain out as much as possible.

Be sure you preserve the vanilla beans in a dark and cool place where sunlight cannot reach but not in the refrigerator! For example, you can store these in the cupboards, where you keep chocolate, bread, or olive oil.

Anyway, though Tupperware is good for vanilla beans, it can absorb the aroma and flavor. So, it’s better to skip this option!

Unpacking tips

Once your order arrives, you can have the heavenly odor of Madagascar Bourbon vanilla beans through the packaging. All the beans come in a vacuum-sealed bag. Hence, after removing the packaging, you need to keep those in the same type of container to maintain the shelf life.

Temperature:

When you store the vanilla beans in a vacuum-sealed container, the storage shouldn’t be overly cold or too hot. Madagascar Bourbon vanilla beans are comfortable from 15.5 degrees C to 29 degrees C. Excessive temperature may suck the flavor and dry the beans out.

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