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sweetwriter · 4 months

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Second Chance

Single dad! Bakugou x Black! Reader

PROLOGUE

The alarm wrings in his ears awaking Bakugou from his slumber. Starng up ap at the ceiling, he turns his head to the empty side of the bed and sighs. Its been a couple of years since everything happened with his ex wife. He doesn’t miss her, but he ,ssed sharing his life with another.

‘No sense in whining.” he sighs to himself.

Bakugou gets up and walks to his kitchen beginning to pack lunches and make breakfast for his daughter

“Kasumi, time to get up.” She groans and opens her eyes, “‘morning papa’ she says with a smile. He smiles back at her. After years of having a sharp edge in his speech and his actions, the sharp edges dulled down a little bit, and he mellowed out. But after everything with his ex wife, he was completely worn out. She drained the life out of him, one of the first and only people he opened himself up to burned him, he didn’t even have the energy to hate the world, he just hated himself. But what could he do, Kasumi is four, in desperate need for stability. He couldn’t fail her by crawling into a ball until the press let him breathe, he had to stay strong and be a hero, even if it was just for Kasumi.

As he gets little Kasumi dressed and ready for pre-k she babbles about her amazing preschool teacher Ms. Y/N. Ms. YN who changes her hair all the time. Everytime get green lights all week she changes the color of her hair. Ms YN who teaches the kids which flowers are edible and which aren’t.

“And t’day, Ms. Y/N is gonna teach us about da moon”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

He drops her off into the class for the first time, since his parents aren’t there anymore. When he walks in the first thing he sees is who he assumes, based on how beautiful Kasumi expresses her to be, Ms. Y/N.

“MS Y/N!!!” Kasumi exclaimed running to one of her teachers.

“Good morning Kasumi” Y/N says with a big smile. Y/N looks up from the little girl hugging her leg to see Pro Hero Dynamight holding Kasumi’s backpack.

“Well well well, looks like I finally get to introduce myself to the exceptional father Kasumi speaks of,” she holds out her hand, “I’m Y/N L/N, I’m Kasumi’s teacher.”

A/N: Ok- 😭 It’s a lil rough, but I wanted to just start- hopefully the series is going to be good. Thank you for making it this far and reading it.

With love,

Sweetwriter

#imagine #fanfiction #mha #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #black reader #bakugou x black reader #prologue

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w0nluvrr · 4 months

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! spoilers for chapter 167 !

+ my feelings cuz this was a ROLLER COASTER of a chapter 😭

first of all, just to provide context, i am obsessed with 002 (he's My Man) i love him as much as one possibly can for a 2d character. and ever since 003 made an appearance in the previous chapter i have spent a whole week praying that she isn't his love interest. and i kid u not 3 panels in after smacking 004 (my 2nd fav character. who is she to do that.) they KISS. when i tell u i physically put my phone down and screamed. 😭

LIKE. WHAT DID THEY HAVE BETWEEN THEM BEFORE?

my reaction ^^

after 5 minutes i was finally able to pick up my phone again and continued reading and woah. they start questioning her! what a dream come true bcuz she is giving me such icky vibes (i promise it's not cuz she k!ssed 002) + she's actually sus!!!! like we cheered!!!!

then 002 starts being mean to her + the rest of the numbers try to defend her (even 004; i was pretty shocked) really really curious about the backstory & her role back in the camp

then finally they revealed that she was the one who led the other numbers when 001 was escaping + that she was the one who killed the other numbers (after accusing 001 of doing it, without knowing that the numbers have met up & built a trust between them already - ha! take that 003!)

wld like to reiterate that i bear some ill-feelings towards 003 (not cuz she kissed 002!) so some comments Might be biased

i've hit the limit for pictures but the last part has 002 & 003 in a shoot-off but then 003 pulls up with a whole army 😭 praying for the numbers to be safe & that 003 's backstory is revealed in coming chapters!!

💭some qns i have wld be 1) why was 003 the one to lead the numbers against 001 and not 002? since 001 was the 'leader' as he was, well, 001, shouldn't 002 be the one to lead the numbers after 001?

2) what is 003 trying to achieve???? world domination ?????

ending the post here cuz i'm tired but WOAH this chapter was so good. and exhausting

#teenage mercenary webtoon #teenage mercenary #mercenary enrollment #002 #003 #do share your thoughts!!

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fandom-junk-drawer · 9 months

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Upset - Part 2

Jaskier sat on the floor after Geralt and Yennefer left, feeling the dampness from his wet blanket slowly soaking into his shirt. He sniffled and wiped his face on his sleeve, and finally summoned the energy to get up and put his blankie in the dryer. He heard Yennefer in his head

Dry it on low, love...

Jaskier felt guilty now. He'd yelled at his friends and they were still there, taking care of him. He started the dryer then turned off the light. He sat on the floor in the dim light from the window with his back against the dryer to wait.

The heat felt nice, soothing, and after a few minutes he yawned. He was tired now, but feeling calmer.

Yes, his blankie had gotten washed, but it was still his blankie. Yes, it was pretty roughed up, but it was still mostly in one piece. At least it hadn't gotten shredded in the wash.

He sighed. He wasn't really mad at Geralt. He'd felt his thoughts and emotions through Yennefer's three way link, and knew it truly had been an accident. But it still hurt like h*ll. He'd lost something very important to him.

Jaskier took his blankie to his room when it was done drying, then got some ice for his chest. He carefully felt the two small lumps next to his breastbone. They were a little more prominent than the others, but they had been that way ever since The Alley Incident. They had never healed right.

The cartilage was a little inflamed and irritated, but they didn't feel like they had separated from his breastbone. They were just going to ache for a bit then. Oh well, at least the soreness wasn't as bad had it had been in the past when it would flare up.

He didn't sleep well that night. He tried to ignore the frayed edges and the tattered bits and the missing smell, hoping that the familiar weight, 'squish', and softness would be enough to help him sleep. He thought he could almost smell that familiar scent, but it was just so faint, masked by the smell of laundry soap.

He cuddled his blankie, and tried to sleep. He would start to drift off, but then his brain would jerk him awake, alerting him that something wasn't right.

Yennefer and Geralt didn't sleep much either. They laid awake, feeling Jaskier's distress hammer at them while he moved restlessly around his room and fought back his frustrated tears.

Geralt got up early the next morning since he was already up anyway and went to make a phone call. There was one person he knew who would be able to help.

Jaskier refused to come out of his room in the morning. Geralt and Yennefer had knocked on his door several times, only to be ignored. They could feel that he was p*ssed. Not being able to sleep or comfort himself had not helped any.

Jaskier rolled onto his side, curling up and ignoring the knock that sounded at his door. He was not in a good mood.

Knock, knock!

Jaskier did not answer

Knock, knock!

Jaskier ignored it again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"F**k off!" Jaskier snapped.

"Dinnae speak tae me that way ye wee shite!" a stern voice chastized him sharply from the other side of the door. "Ye best get yer bahooky up an open this door, noo!"

Geralt choked back a giggle at the word 'bahooky', and grunted when Yennefer jogged his ribs. He stiffened when he received a reprimanding glare from their guest, and hastily mumbled, "My apologies!"

Jaskier's body was moving on its own out of pure reflex, while his short-circuting brain desperately tried to send coherent signals to his body. Oh f**k, oh f**k! he thought as he flailed off the bed, tumbling to the floor and finally gaining enough motor function for coordinated movement. He made it to the door, fumbled with the knob, and yanked the door open.

He threw himself to his knees in front of the short elderly woman standing before him and desperately begged her forgiveness. Geralt and Yennefer heard Jaskier's slight Northern accent get thicker, "G-Grannie! Am sorry! I-I didn't know it was you!"

He quailed under Grannie Pankratz's withering glare. "Ye best mind yer mooth, Julain," she said, giving him a light finger-shaking, "I gave ye yer first hiding the day ye came in tae this world, and I'll gie ye another if ye speak tae me like that again!"

"Yes, Grannie, am sorry!"

"And ah hope ye dinnae speak tae Miss Yennefer like that either! Ah raised ye better'n that!"

"No, no I doon't!"

He heard Yennefer's voice sing playfully in his head, Oooh, you just lied to your grandmother's face!

Shhh! Shut the f**k up!

"Awright then, up ye get!" Grannie said, unaware of the silent conversation.

Jaskier got up from the floor and gave his grandmother a hug. He broke down in tears almost immediately when she put her arms around him. Grannie Pankratz's voice turned soft and warm.

"Here noo, me wee finch, tell yer Grannie what's wrong!"

Geralt and Yennefer went outside to sit on the back porch so Jaskier and his grandmother could talk privately. They waited out there, drinking iced fruit tea and discussing Grannie Pankratz' delightful accent.

The blankie was examined, and Grannie took it with her so she could repair it, saying that whole cloth quilts were a breeze and she'd have it back to him in two shakes of a monkey's baws.

Jaskier spent two nights without it. He was antsy and irritable, but he felt a little better knowing it was in good hands. Grannie was the one who had made his blankie after all. She owned the most successful textile business in Oxenfurt. She knew what she was doing when it came to blankies.

The blankie was returned, looking brand new. Grannie had used the same 4 layer double gauze it had originally been made from. She said the wool batting had been in good shape, and since the original gauze had been worn so thin, she'd used it as a stabilizing fabric on one side of the batting.

Jaskier had been impressed. It was still the same weight, still just as cushy, and his old blankie was still in there! His fingers immediately found the familiar corner and started rubbing at it before pressing it against his nose.

Grannie had patted his cheek sympathetically when she saw his face fall a little. "There, there, noo. With the way ye drool, it'll get just as manky as it were before in no time."

Jaskier had tried his best to make do, but Blankie Therapy was just not working as well. As the days went by he became more and more stressed, and his attitude got sh*ttier.

Even Madeleine noticed his worsening mood, and that he couldn't seem to concentrate on his music. He was constantly fidgeting, putting the tip of his index finger in his mouth and holding it there, biting on it. He just looked so tired and worn down.

She decided a break was in order and they went to her flat for tea. He wasn't very talkative, and everything seemed to irritate him. She knew something was off when he tripped over a floor cushion, tumbled to the floor, and instead of making a joke or laughing about it like he usually would have, he'd flopped onto his back, ground the heels of his hands into his eyes, and screamed "F***ing C*CK!"

Madeleine had thought that maybe he was just playing around at first, but then he'd rolled over onto his stomach, put his arms over his head, and screamed into the carpet. She had cautiously rubbed the back of his shoulder after the screaming had died down to ragged panting. He slowly got up and sat on the couch, rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Jaskier?" Madeleine asked worriedly, sitting beside him. She palmed his cheek, then put her hand down the back of his shirt, checking for fever. There was just normal body heat, so he wasn't ill, but something was definitely wrong. "Are you alright, pet?"

"Am.... No, no, am not..." He paused to rub his temple, then finally spoke, and Madeleine could feel him trembling where she had put her arm around him.

"Geralt... Geralt washed my blankie. He f***ing washed it, Maddy! It was an accident...but I'm so d*mn mad at him right now. It got torn up a little. Grannie was able to fix it, but now it doesn't smell right, I can't f***ing sleep well, and I'm frustrated. I know I shouldn't be p*ssed, but d*mn it, if he hadn't washed it, this wouldn't be happening! ...I'm just really f***ing tired, Maddy!"

"Have you asked Yen for help?" Madeleine asked, shifting and pulling him closer so he could lean his head on her shoulder. He bit at the end of his thumb as he sheepishly answered, "Er...no. I...uh told her to f**k off, and I, uh, might be avoiding her. She's probably really mad at me anyway,"

Madeleine snorted, a smile tugging at her lips, "Honestly, Jaskier, you can be so thick sometimes." she leaned back on the couch, and Jaskier turned so he could lean on her more comfortably. He tucked his head under her chin and kept talking.

Madeleine started stroking the bridge of his nose with her fingertip.

His voice started to trail off and get quieter as he started to fall asleep. His words became a bit muffled as he put his thumb in his mouth, not conscious enough to even realize he had done it.

Madeleine felt her heart twist a little. She'd known him long enough to know what that meant. She's seen him do it often enough in the early years when their band was just starting out and things were rough.

She kept quietly talking to him and rubbing the bridge of his nose, until he stopped talking altogether, then she started humming until she felt him relax against her.

She patted him and rubbed his arm when he started to stir after only a few minutes, and was relieved when it lulled him back to sleep.

It worried her that even though he was asleep, he was still holding tension in his body. She could feel it in his neck and shoulders and around his chest. She put her arms around him and squeezed, pulling him tight against her, and held him like that. He made a quiet sound, and she felt him shiver as some of the tension left. She pulled the throw blanket over them both and tucked it around him.

Madeleine rested her cheek on the top of his head. He was well and truly asleep now, breathing soft and even, heartbeat slow and steady. And he was drooling all down her shirt. She texted Yennefer and let her know what had happened and that she had gotten him to sleep, then she yawned and decided she needed a nap too.

Jaskier woke almost four hours later. He sniffed and groggily blinked his eyes open, wondering where he was before he remembered he was at Madeleine's.

Ugh. He'd been sucking his thumb again. F**k... Maddy wouldn't say anything, she never had, but still...

Madeliene felt him go still for a moment, and saw him tuck his thumb into his palm as if to hide it. She reached up and put her hand over his, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. Her hand moved up his arm and around to the back of his shoulder to rub at the tense muscles there. Jaskier relaxed after a few seconds.

"Finally," Madeleine said with a smile after he sat up. "I was wondering if I was going to have to abandon all dignity and just p*ss myself." She had woken up a while ago and had passed the time by playing on her phone and texting pictures of Jaskier sleeping with humrous captions to Yennefer.

"You should of just pushed me off."

"You needed the sleep and I got a four hour long cuddle out of it. Aside from a soaking wet boob, I count it as a win-win."

Jaskier huffed a little chuckle and let her get up, incase she wasn't joking about needing to p*ss.

Madeleine took him home and handed him over to Yennefer. She gave him a peck on the cheek and told him to take some time off from band business.

Jaskier felt a little better. He wasn't as tired, but he was still irrationally angry. He could sleep without his blankie when he had to, but it was never restful sleep. It was like getting just enough sleep to function 'good enough'. And he could only do it for a few days. He was rapidly apporaching his limit.

F***ing Geralt!

He knew Yennefer worried for him. Days of interrupted sleep, and the odd nap here and there were not good for him. He felt the anxiety attack that he was hovering just at the edge of. He desperately clung to his blanket, carrying it around the house with him, snuffling frustratedly at that one corner.

Yennefer had tried offering him calming teas and potions that would help him sleep, but he refused them, and she would not force him. Nor would she use a sleep spell on him, not with out his consent. She wracked her brain trying to come up with a way to help their bard.

Geralt was the one who came up with the solution...

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merccurious · 2 years

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Self reflecting

Some people thought they are already living their best life just by the things we can see; their job, their status, the approximate of their achievement, the amount of money they had, etc. but can we actually see the things beyond them such as their mental stability & their personal happiness by called out those things?

i don't think so.

Because if it did, we won't see any news about how a wealthy people k*lld themself because of all the pressure around them. or about a super famous figure just got d*pr*ssed because some tiny gossips that happened a long time ago.

And it happened to me.

For me, having a stable mental health is really matter. because when we have a stable mental, the possibility of achieving happiness gonna be really big. because we actually recognize who we really are and what's matter for us, right?

but then again, it's just my opinion after all.

by the way, i've moved to another department. I'm not longer an HR. And by moving from this department, i feel like there's a big difference & changes around me and my life. And i just realize some of them are the things i should've done from a long time ago-for the sake of myself.

as an example, since i moved from HR, my eating schedule just getting better. i won't feel that kind of massive headache for the rest of the day because i eat properly. I actually can spare my time to eat my breakfast without the urge to turn on my computer and doing some tasks while eating my breakfast; or even eating my breakfast with some kind of annoying interruptions from some people.

I know it sounds really strange to hear or watch someone eating while working but trust me, i've done it for more than a year. back to the time when i was an HR, my time will always dedicated for work and i don't have any time for my self (even on the weekend or my days-off). i can describe it starting from my breakfast time. fyi, my office hour started from 8 am. but... everyday, before the time actually hits 8 am, my phone will always ringing and they will actually asked me some unnecessary question. so i'm gonna starting to eat while typing or searching some data for their question.

but, it doesn't happen anymore.

And the most relieving thing that happened lately, i finally get enough sleep.

god.

i know it sounds like a bare minimum but it seriously feels like a miracle for me. i feel like finally people around me treat me like a decent human-being that have their own limits and not trying so hard to pushing it until i lost myself.

i'm so happy to feel this way and i told my new co-worker about this.

h : him / m : me

m : i've forgot when was the last time i feel so happy like this

h : what makes you happy?

m : this. having a boss who actually understand me and actually help me to be better, having some co-workers who actually thoughtful and willing to help me when i can't even do things for myself, having an actual time to rest or eat without worrying about anyone who's waiting on me. i mean... this feels so good. how can you guys do it all along?

h : umm... you are just clearly describe how the work life should be. like all we did here is just the things people should do in their work life. it's the least things every people can do; treat people as a human no matter what's your position in this office.

And i just realize how much i've been glorifying all the bare minimum in my life.

As a human, it's really normal to have such a peaceful time of breakfast; because it simply how to actually starting your day. And as a human, it's really normal to have such a decent & uninterrupted sleep because it just how we rest after a long day we've been thru. But most of us can't simply get that because it can make us losing some things that quite important for our life-in my case, it's a job.

But isn't it feels ironic to know that we are all willing to trade all those normalcy that perhaps can give us a long time of happiness for some temporary things that also just can give us a temporary happiness?

We can have a stable job with a stable salary, but we lost our time trying to please people we don't like. and at the end of the day, it's gonna drowned us into a deep hole of stress and numbness. we lost our peace because we're so afraid of some people think about us. we're so afraid to chasing our dream because the things we did now is actually the things that can offer us a "stability" people expecting of.

we're desperately desired to feeding some people ego yet we're forget that we also have someone we should taking care of; our own self.

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official-redhood · 3 years

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😐

#loki spoilers #HAH?!#that was the most boring finale I have ever in my damn life even watched #HEJDIGOGOKXHSJHFJFJGKG WHAT THE FUUUUCK #also they k*ssed and it was so awkward hfnnfngng #I stayed up till 2AM for THIS #I’m gonna rewatch tfatws tomorrow to cleanse ig

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taemn · 3 years

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MINGI 🥺🥺🥺

#IM CRYING SHUT UP #I HAVE A FINAL PRESENTATION IN LIKE AN HOUR I NEED TO MEET WITH MY GROUPBDHDHDJDJDDJSJ #I also had a dream where yunho and I k*ssed today is certainly going somewhere !

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hoteyelinerguy · 3 years

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aw i . had a rlly cute dream and now im sad and lonely

#i finally k*ssed *#and #:((((((#maybe lily and alex are right i gotta chop chop and get the smoochin on #bc #:(((((((( k*sses and c*ddles with a g*rl u l*ke . i need tbat

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morgana-pendragon · 3 years

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So idk if you remember me but I'm the same anon that has been in a couple of times to talk about supergirl. So now I'm almost at the end of season 3 (episode 19) and I had to skip through a few scenes. It physically pains me that Lena is dating James, like wtf, do all the characters have to date someone within the same circle? Also she doesn't like supergirl anymore (which is kind of kara's fault) and I just hate it. I need season two back, I've heard it only gets worse from here.

babes ofc i remember you !! i wanna hear all your updates this is fun (for me, not for you this show fucking sucks i’m sorry)

did i cover my eyes like a three year old every time lena and james k*ssed? yes i did and i’d do it again bop bop

and yeah the hating supergirl thing does not get better from here i gotta warn you

but like idk after the season five finale i’m 🤡h🤡o🤡p🤡e🤡f🤡u🤡l🤡 (but still cautious) but it does get better !! i promise you that <3

#risposta #nonnie asks #ask #anonymous #supergirl #i straight up ignored them tryna make l*mes a thing that was awful and i hated every second of it

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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I'm glad they finally talked and alMOST K*SSED, thanks for the update!! 💕💕💕 (Omg Tae is a dad 😢[i got soft thinking about,, when irl Tae and the boys have a SO, and have their own family,,, that's going to be so cute agh])

LOL thank you! and then we’ll have our own kids too T.T we’re really growing up with them guys✋🏼😔

#miya asks #mini me

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lovelylapins · 5 years

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what shows do you like besides ml? ✨

you know that’s actually a really good question kdsdsj i think i’ve said before but i have HORRIBLE concentration and can never sit through shows (especially like real-life shows i much prefer animation since my mind is busy) BUT i can tell you these are shows i have been meaning to watch/catch up on:

steven universe: i think i stopped watching season 4?? like the beginning of it i need to catch up because i wanna see the movie when it comes out (i have been listening to the song they released tho issa bop)

she-ra: i haven’t seen it i need to i have been wanting to forever and i know since season 2 is coming out soon i gotta get on that if y’all see me suddenly writing fics for them mind ya business

b99: surprisingly, i’m caught up to half of season 6, but missed one ep when it aired and like... never caught up?? (i promise i’m not doing this on purpose). it’s a funny show. cute. i rlly liked jake and amy’s development i lived for it when they finally k*ssed

doom patrol: my friend is a huge dcu stan and hooked me on it but uhh i haven’t even gotten past episode 1 it’s SO long pls an hour-long ep? i can’t i have like two braincells but i NEED TO GO THROUGH WITH IT it’s so good from what she’s posted

gentleman jack: i need to see this sm i was going through a thread on twit and loved the cinematography and the tension in the scenes

euphoria: i have been hyping and promoting this show like crazy BUT HAVEN’T!!! SEEN!! IT!! i’ve been waiting for the last ep so i can get my free hbo go trial and binge it all in one go (and the last ep is on sunday so uh... haha let’s get wrecked by hot lady zendaya)

#flowersandstarlight #ask #this is long but i love lists #also um if you can't see i keep track of shows BUT NEVER SEE THEM FJDFKDF

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dashielldeveron · 2 years

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i LOVE your viper fic so much i was so excited to see you updated it!! the new chapter is fucking phenomenal your writing is so engaging and witty and just fun to read and i can’t believe they k*ssed i’m aksfghjfdsk

oh HO? oh HO HO HO? you give COMPLIMENT? love!! love for reader!!! love for ten thousand years!!!!!

and yeah they FINALLY k*ssed it's about fuckin' time, right??? thank youuuuuuu!!!!!

#dash it all #viper au

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trollcafe · 3 years

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Hey Cypher how'd you two meet?

>O Late t🜘 the game, girl.

>O I w🜘rked in a lab as a lab tech. We came acr🜘ss s🜘me alien parasites. Many 🜘f them died during experimentati🜘n. I guess I wasn't keeping up t🜘 status qu🜘, and g🜘t t🜘ssed int🜘 a chamber with a parasite.

>O Slasher and I were a symbiotic match, he was able to stabilize. A few days later we busted 🜘ut. It t🜘🜘k me a few nights t🜘 finally like...get used t🜘 Slash.

>O The rest is hist🜘ry I supp🜘se.

#ghost.ask #cyther speaks #he's mean :((c #a bastard..

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cemeteryknives · 6 years

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the get to know me better tag!

rule: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

tagged by evelyn @distorz... tysm! xo

name: sage (but my real name’s v*zma- y’all can call me viz if you want xo)

gender: female

star sign: sagittarius

height: 5′3′’

sexuality: i, am a lesbean

what image do you have as wallpaper? i don’t have my own computer but at work it’s a picture of bartlett experimental forest in new hampshire and on my mom’s laptop that i use at home it’s some fucking picture of a taxi because it came like that and my mom never changed it

where do you see yourself in 10 years? uhh i thought i wanted to be a high school physics teacher but i think that’s too hard idk maybe i’ll just be a nice receptionist somewhere or become a slave for google with my physics degree, idk i hope i have enough money to take dance classes somewhere still.... i hope i have some nice plants and enough money to not have to worry about it, but that’s not super likely. lmao

if you could be anywhere else right now, where? it’d be great if i could tag along to florida with my dad for my cousin’s wedding because then i’d finally be warm... i’d also love to be hanging out with nina @zimorska in some nice pretty park in germany shgdfksdj

what was your coolest halloween costume? when i was little my mom sewed me a homemade white-throated sparrow costume from felt. it was the coolest thing ever. a close second is the octopus costume she also sewed for me. in more recent years (so, choosing from my own creations) my best costume was probably either disgust (from inside out) or little red riding hood. (send an ask if you wanna see pictures!!!)

what’s your favorite 90s show? sabrina the teenage witch! high fuckin’ quality.

who was your last kiss? my ex (lmao i haven’t been k*ssed in a very long time)

have you ever been stood up? yeah but not, like, for no reason lol

have you ever been to Las Vegas?: unfortunately, no, i have not :(

favorite pair of shoes: my dark blue converse low-tops. (but lowkey my fave is actually my flip-flop crocs... don’t fucking judge me they’re so comfy)

favourite fruit: mangoes for sure

favourite book: feed by m t anderson

stupidest thing you’ve ever done: helping @beneaththefoam break into her own home so that we could finish painting the walls (the second part didn’t even end up happening smh)... oh also maybe lying continuously to my mom about almost every single aspect of my life was also stupid lmao whatever she deseves it

i’m gonna tag @zimorska @its-called-being-spontaneous @lynzisbadass @ijustreallyloveraytoro @midnight-apricots @autistickilljoys :) no pressure!

#about me #this was nice!#thx!!

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romancereadingdiva · 4 years

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The Rivals Sneak Peek!

Vi Keeland’s upcoming release, The Rivals, is coming July 13th, and today I have a SNEAK PEEK for you!

Excerpt: Sophia “What the hell?” I pressed the button on the elevator panel a second time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed. Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from closing. A wingtip shoe. Weston’s smiling face was there to greet me when the doors bounced open. My blood was near boiling. “So help me, Lockwood, if you try to get in this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood anymore.” He entered the elevator anyway. “Come on, Fifi. What’s wrong? I’m just playing around. You’re taking things way too seriously.” I counted to ten in my head, but it didn’t help. F**k it. He wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at least had the decency to look a little nervous. “You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! My father thinks I’m inept because I don’t have an appendage dangling between my legs. The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my cousins. Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you have a big d*ck.” I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each staccato word with another stab. “I’m Tired. Of. Men. My father. Liam. You. Every single f**king one of you. So leave me the hell alone!” Frazzled, I turned back around and waited for the door to open, only to realize we hadn’t started to move yet. Great. Just f**king great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath three, I felt the heat of Weston’s body behind me. He had to have moved closer. I continued to try to ignore him. But the f**ker still smelled good. How the hell could that be? Whose cologne lasted for—what had it been now?—twelve hours? After the gauntlet run he’d sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It p!ssed me off that the @sshole smelled...f**king delicious. He moved closer, and I felt his breath tickle my neck. “So,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “You think my d*ck’s big.” I turned and scowled at him. While this morning he’d been clean-shaven, he now had a five o’clock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost more than Liam’s entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated in a man—wealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually Weston’s strong points. While I struggled with my body reacting to his scent and how much I liked the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when I’d wobbled in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didn’t think I had. But I must’ve. Though when his hand glided from my hip around to my @ss, there was no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak. I made the mistake of looking up from his jaw into his blue eyes. Heat flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my lips. No. Just no. This was not happening. Not again. My heart thundered in my chest, and the blood in my ears roared so loudly I almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator announcing that we’d arrived at my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity I’d slipped into. “I…I need to go.” It took all of my focus to put one foot in front of the other, but I managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room. Though… I wasn’t alone. Blurb:

The feud between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar. Only neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before either of us was born. Our grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather. The two men spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her heart away from the other. Eventually, they all went their separate ways. Our grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest business rivals in history. Our fathers continued the family tradition of feuding. And then Weston and I did, too. For the most part, we kept as much distance as possible. Until the day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share. Now I’m stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess our families inherited. As usual, it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his own good. We were fire and ice. But that shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just one minor problem, though. Every time Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.

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