#snow wh appreciation

[artist-issues]

I love the comments and defense of the original Snow White but some people are not taking the defensive position that I would take, all things considered.

I mean, asking the question “since when is it bad to wish for love?” is one thing, but then sometimes people follow it up with, “and that’s not all she wanted! That’s not her main goal!”

Okay I appreciate you but yes it was. Let’s just call it like it is. And then don’t back down. Hear me out.

The first thing you learn about Snow-White is from that pretty opening-fairy-tale-book page, where it points out two characters: the wicked and vain stepmother who is afraid of Snow White and dresses her in rags to cover up her beauty, and uses her as a scullery maid—and Snow White herself, who is…well, used as a scullery maid.

Treated as a servant, and actively hated by the only family she has. And she’s a child. She hasn’t been alive very long to experience anything other than hatred and jealousy toward herself.

She’s even talking to birds, and the fact that they’re clustered around her from beginning to end of that opening scene indicates that they’re very comfortable with her and she talks to them all the time—because they’re the only positive interaction she gets to have.

That’s the situation that Snow White is in. But the first thing you learn about who she is and what she wants comes when she wishes in the well. And what’s she wishing for?

Love. The one she loves. A specific, male figure, who will say nice things to her and find her. She wants him to come quick. Why?

How silly. How vapid and shallow of her. How weak and one-dimensional. Please, goodness, can’t someone update her to have some depth?

NO. She is a young woman who is not given any love and is treated like a horrible nuisance who must be covered up in dirt and rags. She has no friends except birds, who can’t talk back. She is actively hated by the closest person to her.

It’s a miracle she even knows the word “love” and has the strength of character to believe in it after the situation she’s grown up in.

The song very specifically says “I’m wishing…for the one I love…to find me…today. I’m hoping…and I’m dreaming of…the nice things…he’ll say.”

She wants to be loved because she isn’t loved. Geez, she wants someone to say nice things to her. She wants to give her own love because she doesn’t have anything but courtyard doves to befriend. Of course it’s her goal. Of course it’s her wish. What wish or goal could be higher? And what wish or goal could be more natural for a character in her situation?

And even more than that, what could be stronger than believing that it will happen? This character who’s been unloved and mistreated by everyone takes a Prince at his word when he says he’ll give her that love. He promises it, and she believes him.

She has every opportunity and right to be bitter, hardened, anti-social, self-absorbed (pre-Huntsman and Dwarfs, she could very easily believe that nobody else is going to watch out for her except herself) and jaded. But instead she has this pure faith, which it takes a lot to maintain when everything has been ripped away from you. She could’ve been totally swamped by doubt and bitterness.

I mean, she could worry that the Prince won’t be able to convince her Stepmother to let him marry her.

Then when she gets chased into the woods for her life, she could fret that the Prince wouldn’t know how to find her.

Heck, she could just forget about him, give up, and say, “this is my life now, I’m living with these seven dwarfs and we’ll take care of each other, I guess that’s the most I can hope for.”

But no. She has faith in his promise, and hangs on to her dream, and sings, with total assurance, “Someday My Prince Will Come.” I mean, she won’t even let a moment of panic in the woods go by without reprimanding herself for losing that faith, for a second.

Can any of you say the same? Can any of you imagine being that kind of person: the kind of person who unashamedly wants to love and be loved in return, and when everything is stripped away and every chance at that taken from you, you hang on and believe anyway? You stay positive and even joyful anyway? For love?

Come on. Defend that. Yes, her goal was “just” to be loved. And to love in return. The fear of having her life taken from her, the necessity (not the desire for) freedoms from that, was just an obstacle in the way of being loved. And this isn’t a movie about Snow White’s natural reaction to abuse. It’s about her strength of faith in love in SPITE of that abuse. The spotlight is on her strength, not her weakness, but it’s strength of faith in love.

Anyway.

If you believe that it’s good and fine for a girl’s whole goal and fondest dream is to be loved, then don’t stand with one foot in that camp and another in the camp that says “girls want more than just love.” No, what? Love is the best thing a girl can want. I’m not talking about “romance.” I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about pure, self-sacrificial, kind love. It’s the best thing they can want, and Snow White is one of the only characters who does want it unashamedly, uncomplicated.

Just defend that. Don’t try to argue that the “Someday My Prince Will Come” Princess isn’t wholeheartedly after love. Makes it look like you don’t believe that’s as wonderful as it is.

#Snow White #Snow White 1937 #Snow White 2024 #Snow White and the seven dwarfs #Snow White and the seven dwarfs 1937 #Walt Disney #classics #love #discourse #meta #analysis #Disney analysis #Snow White defense #Rachel Zegler #gal gator #greta gerwig #Disney appreciation #snow wh appreciation #Snow White hate #true love #self-sacrificial love

[itsbuckytm]

Distraction / Coriolanus Snow

Summary : Coriolanus and You are both selected as mentors, and let just say that he whenever you feel a little too 'sociable' he gets distracted and would make sure to who you belong to.

Enjoy! (English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistake)

To ascend to the role of mentor demanded a blend of finesse, charisma, and an unblemished demeanor, qualities reserved for the privileged echelons of Panem's chosen. The revelation of one's inclusion wasn't a mere announcement but a unstable pause, a stillness punctuated by the resounding utterance of names until, unmistakably, yours found its place on the coveted list. 

Now, endowed not only with the prestigious title but also the requisite capability, you navigated the ensuing challenges with a sense of latent assurance. Throughout the process, an uncanny awareness gripped you, a conviction that Coriolanus’ watchful gaze bore into your very essence. An enigmatic conflict brewed within him, an unspoken desire for your exclusion even as he showered relentless accolades upon you. 

In the covert depths of nocturnal meetings within his private sanctuary, his expressions wove a tapestry of profound admiration and genuine regard. Strikingly absent was any semblance of feigned surprise at your nomination, suggesting an anticipation of fate's alignment. "Y/N, step forward." Your name resonated with a meticulous pride in the legacy of your family, prompting you to descend gracefully along with your peers. One by one, individuals were chosen to assume the pivotal role of mentor, all for what ultimate purpose? The perilous pursuit of victory in the Hunger Games.

Coriolanus, in stark contrast, observed each nuance of your demeanor. Whether it was your poised rise from the chair, the exuberant cheers of your friends celebrating your selection, or the unmistakable pleasure tinged with a touch of envy directed toward the other male. You consistently confided in Coriolanus about the depth of your friendship with this individual. However, despite your forewarnings and the reassurances delivered in your angelic voice, it appeared that these declarations did little to prevent Coriolanus from appreciating in disgust, the subtlest of gestures exchanged between you and your friend in that crucial moment—a simple yet profound hug.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Coriolanus lingered at the entrance, anticipating your emergence. A fervent desire to claim your attention exclusively simmered within him, yet he judiciously postponed exploring those emotions, allowing you the space to break free from the throng. The spotlight gravitated toward the newly appointed mentors, Coriolanus included, but he deliberately sought the sanctuary of distance and its attendant consequences. 

In the midst of joyous embraces shared between you and your chosen classmate, the vibrant hues of your smiles illuminated the tableau. When your eyes inevitably locked with Coriolanus's, a fleeting yet authentic smile on your lips wove a narrative of a carefully crafted excuse, suggesting an impending meeting with an urgency that, beneath its surface, concealed the true intention of drawing near to Coriolanus himself. "And I pondered, how in the world could I ever be chosen." You remarked with a momentary pause, a self-assured smirk gracing your features as you finally drew close to Snow. To this, Snow responded with a mirrored smirk, acknowledging. "Told you that you'd be selected. Can't say I was mistaken this time."

Flashing a subtle eye roll in response to his confidently asserted demands, you couldn't help but be amused by the way he carried himself. Not to mention, he felt the need to remind you of your privileged status as one of the select few chosen to be a mentor. Although you managed to conceal any traces of pride on your face, there was something intriguing about Coriolanus's sudden actions. The casual brush of his fingers against your waist, coupled with the assertive manner in which he approached you, conveyed a sense of control that he seemed to have gained from observing the ceremony. Despite the unexpected nature of his behavior, you didn't appear irritated; instead, you willingly let him take charge. 

Breaking the silence, you interjected with a pause, shifting your gaze momentarily from Coriolanus to your friend, who had earlier hinted at a noticeable intimidation for Coriolanus. Returning your gaze to Coriolanus, you added. "You know," With a slight emphasis. "If you continue with this overly protective demeanor, you might end up making the poor thing even more uncomfortable." The emphasis on the 'poor thing' became more pronounced as your full attention returned to Coriolanus.

"When do I ever come across as too cocky?" He inquired, arching a brow in a way that seemed designed to make you feel diminutive compared to his self-assured demeanor. As you observed him, you could have sworn his smirk subtly grew in response to the effect he was having on you. Moreover, he didn't shy away from expressing his desire, doing so with a degree of sophistication that bordered on subtle affection. If the dynamics of your relationship were as apparent as he made them seem, you might have suspected he was merely engaging in this for amusement. Consequently, he left you with no choice but to respond to his probing question. "I am genuinely surprised that I can endure such teasing." You replied, somewhat taken aback by the unexpected turn of the conversation.

As the room gradually emptied, you sensed Coriolanus' breath drawing nearer to your skin. His warm presence had a dual effect, both intimidating and strangely comforting, especially when his arm casually encircled your waist, indicating no intention of letting go. His gaze softened as he noticed the subtle glimmer in your eyes in response to his proximity, even though you hadn't consciously tried to make it obvious. "You know, you look oddly beautiful today." He remarked. Stepping back slightly offended from his comment, you decided to play along in this familiar game that invariably concluded with a well-timed kiss between the two of you. “You don’t look bad yourself.” 

In that moment, you experienced the gentle touch of his lips effortlessly gliding across your skin. Starting from your neck, his plush lips skillfully caressed and sucked at your soft flesh, leaving marks that would need to be concealed for the coming week, if not a few months, should he persist. Instead of dissuading him, you found yourself suggesting he continue, and he did. His free hand roamed down your entire body, drawing you closer to him. "You are mine," He asserted relentlessly, repeating the declaration without warning, as his lips now yearned for the connection with yours. "Mine until the end." He proclaimed with a conviction that left no room for doubt. 

"I am yours." Your voice whispered softly, almost like suppressed whimpers escaping your lips as you endeavored to keep any audible sounds at bay. The awareness of being in a public space heightened the need for discretion, as the uncertainty of potential intruders loomed. "Yours until eternity, Coriolanus Snow." You added. His smile widened, and amid the kisses, you felt his teeth gently sinking into your bottom lip, eliciting more of those restrained whimpers and a silent plea for him to continue. "We should be careful not to get caught." You reminded him, although his affections only intensified, fueling a growing desire for more. "Who cares if someone sees us, sweetheart," he dismissed, his words brushing aside any concern for discretion.

"I do." A voice, familiar yet elusive in its identification, caused both of you to freeze in place. Coriolanus' grip on your arm tightened, the intensity more pronounced this time. He refused to release it, his brows furrowing in anger. It was evident that the intrusion had upset him more than either of you could have anticipated.

Volumnia Gaul fixed her gaze on both of you, her eyes piercing and unwavering. A pause lingered, seemingly devoted to contemplating the fate she had in mind for the two of you, not to mention devising a fitting punishment. Her reluctance to do so was palpable, considering your shared reputation as the Academy's top students and mentor. "Dr. Volumnia Gaul..." Coriolanus broke the silence with his response. In his defense, given the way he had left you in a state of supplication and submission, you found yourself rendered in silent, unable to offer any immediate rebuttal. “I can explain.” 

"No need for it." She remarked, despite being well aware of the relationship dynamics between you and Coriolanus. While part of you yearned to inquire about the how of her knowledge, the weight of Gaul's reputation, coupled with her own legacy, left you feeling restless and apprehensive. The fear of inviting punishment held you back from probing further. However, to your surprise, Gaul chose not to impose any retribution. "Just be careful next time, especially you, Snow." She cautioned, emphasizing the importance of discretion in your interactions. 

As her figure faded from view, you raised a skeptical brow in response to her remark, a shared laughter ensuing from the peculiar conclusion it left. "What did she mean by 'be careful'?" An undercurrent of concern swept through you, but Coriolanus reassured you with a gentle caress on your face, assuring you that everything would be okay. "Nothing, I suppose. My distraction just makes me a little too vulnerable at times." He confessed. Observing him closely, you tilted your head with a smirk playing on your lips. "And..." You paused for a moment, carefully choosing your words. "Am I the distraction?"

“You are.” 

#hunger games #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x lucy gray #president snow #hunger games x reader #the hunger games katniss #the hunger games x reader #fanfiction x reader #imagines #coriolanus imagines #coriolanus x you

[raribella]

To Say “I Love You” Right Out Loud | JJ Maybank

summary: JJ revisits his childhood and how he grew up with you through every side of life until he finally understands why this makes you so special

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!reader

genre: fluff, a spark of angst

contains: a combo of “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell and Love Actually (2003), mentions of death and child abuse. John B and JJ are childhood friends in this. I don’t know how to write dialogue. Drug usage (beer, weed).

word count: 6k

author’s note: I was immediately triggered by Joni’s astonishing performance at the Grammy’s and by remembering that the song is in one of my favorite movies. This is my favorite fanfiction I’ve probably ever written and I put so much time and love into this I really hope you like it.

This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters of Outer Banks nor any characteristic of the show. I am writing this story solely for my own entertainment and the marvel or comfort of any readers.

Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air; and feather canyons everywhere. I looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone; so many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

College had finally ended. They had finally done it. Against all odds and contrary to the expectations of others, the pogues were finally free to embark on their own paths. And so, they gathered for one last celebration, a bonfire near the Cat's Ass, surrounded by shotguns, snacks, and reminiscing in the familiar feeling of just being together.

Spreading themselves along the space at the Chateau's yard, most of them ended up divided the comfortable water at the tub and the warmth of the fire, their laughter mingling with the sound of running water as they shared stories of what each of them could remember of their time roaming the Outer Banks as this fearless gang; the sentiment of each flashback was being intensified from the time they spent apart. As they were the pogues, it was not like their time together was abruptly interrupted, but the responsibilities and the minor distance happened during college, and they couldn't run away from it's effects; but the memories of those days seemed tattooed into their hearts and minds as they could recall every moment in lighthearted detail.

In a corner of the Cat's Ass, JJ found himself lost in a sea of memories, surrounded by the comforting embrace of his friends. You sat beside him in the water, the coolness soothing against your skin, while Cleo and Pope nestled comfortably at his other side. Outside, John B, Sarah, and Kie laughed and joked, their voices carrying on the night breeze. As he watched them, a faint, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of JJ's lips, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history, thinking back on how far they had come. They had started as a trio—himself and the Routledge twins, bound together by fate and circumstance.

The tree of you lay sprawled out on the sand for what seemed like hours, your eyes tracing the ever-changing shapes that danced across the sky. Castles, pirates, turtles—your imaginations ran wild, weaving tales of adventure and intrigue as you watched the clouds drift lazily overhead. At nine years old, you had joined your brother and JJ just a few moments ago, after spending the afternoon at a friend's house watching a Christmas movie, "Love Actually," with her mother.

As you settled into the sand, JJ couldn't resist a playful jab at the movie, dismissing it as a "dumb chick flick." his mind still floated between that child-like distaste of girls and the appreciation of you tagging along with him and John B back then. You swatted at him, your tiny arms barely reaching his chest, but it only elicited a smirk from the blond pogue. It was nice for you to actually share a moment with a nurturing figure at the absence of your own mom, who had just recently left for Colorado. Besides, you had eaten a whole bag of M&M's that she bought for you to share and you really liked the movie, even if it was funny how sometimes Mia's mom would tell you to close your eyes, your ears, or how sometimes you didnt really catch why she was laughing at some weird scene. You just rolled your eyes and brushed JJ's comment off, suggesting the sky gazing then relishing in the opportunity to spend time with him and your brother.

Your days were often filled with moments like this, carefree and full of laughter, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. JJ's mother would eventually come to fetch the three of you, ushering you inside for sweet treats and cozy nights spent squeezed together in JJ's tiny room. Or you'd spend hours playing in the grass, watching as the river met the sea, until Big John's bell rang out, signaling the end of another day. You would get home covered in dirt, JJs hair color nearing yours and your brothers, so you would have a nice shower and come out to your dad telling treasure tales and making you hot chocolate.

One day, as Big John finished building a set of three swings for you, JJ's parents arrived. Standing side by side, the couple had brought beer and peanuts to complement what your dad already had inside for the night. That day, you were playing for hours, your small frame struggling to mount the swing until the duo stepped in to help. John B had made a mess while trying to help you hop on, and  JJ stepped forward to push you, but in excited haste, he pushed too hard, and you tumbled to the ground, scraping your knee. As your first cry pierced the air, the adults rushed to your side, JJ's mother soothing your pain with stinging medicine and comforting words.

In the corner of your eye, you caught sight of JJ, guilt etched on his face as he watched you wince in pain. But your brother nudged him, urging him to shake off his guilt and claiming that this was just a mere blip in the larger scale of the adventure you lived today.

And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Luke took charge, setting a bonfire ablaze near the ancient tree in the backyard. The flames flickered casting shadows that stretched out against the sand. You gathered around the fire, marshmallows in hand to be skewered and toasted, laughter filled the air and echoed into the night. The hours slipped away unnoticed, so as the night wore on and the fire burned low, reluctantly, you bid farewell to your blonde friend as he left with his parents.

The life you lived was simple; living in the less fortunate side of the island, you couldnt really enjoy much more than moments like these; the food wasn't fancy, the drinks weren't expensive, your houses weren't pretty and big, so you relied mostly in home made playthings and your own imagination, but you were happy that way; the youthful innocence made all the diferences between you and the kooks be seen with rose coloured glasses, and while in the company of your brother, your best friend, and the team of parents that you saw as guardian angels, it all just seemed warm. It seemed like it would be fine.

One day, though, just as the sky turns cloudy at the end of summer, signaling the onset of storm season, JJ's demeanor shifted, casting a shadow over his usual brightness. At fourteen now, he had been seeming distant and preoccupied at school for weeks, until one day after class, he reached out to you with a heavy heart. Fidgeting nervously, his hands clammy and cold, he confided in you about his mother's illness, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air. Knowing how much his mother meant to you both, he sought solace in sharing his burden with you, trusting you with his vulnerability. "Mumma's sick, I think... been in the hospital for a while now," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't visit because I'm not sixteen yet... I- I wanted you to know, but you can't tell John B." And as you hugged him, you promised to keep his secret, the first one you kept just between the two of you.

And as JJ clung to you and John B in the solemn silence of the cemetery, the stark reality of their loss weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over your once bright and colorful world.. JJ's mother's absence lingered like a specter in their home, his father grappled with the weight of his grief, seeking solace in alcohol and spiraling into a downward spiral of despair. The once vibrant hues of their family life began to fade, replaced by the darkness of addiction and aggression. JJ watched helplessly as his father's temper flared more frequently, his outbursts leaving scars both physical and emotional. The sanctuary of their home became a battleground, each day a struggle to navigate the minefield of his father's unpredictable moods.

In the aftermath of his mother's passing and the turmoil within his home, JJ withdrew into himself, building walls around his heart that even his closest friends struggled to breach. He became increasingly unreachable, his once vibrant presence dimmed by the weight of his grief and the scars of his father's aggression. Some days, he would disappear altogether, only to reappear with a purple eye hidden beneath dark glasses, a silent testament to the struggles he faced behind closed doors. And when he did show up, his demeanor was somber, his face etched with a perpetual frown as he rejected activities he once enjoyed. Even cloudgazing at the beach became a source of frustration for JJ, as he lamented the impending rain or the end of summer, his words tinged with bitterness and resignation. As you and your brother looked on, helpless in the face of his pain, you could only watch as JJ retreated further into himself, the vibrant colors of his spirit muted by the shadows that engulfed him.

The tension crackled in the air as you confronted JJ, frustration bubbling to the surface like a storm about to break. "Why won't you just watch 'Love Actually' with me, like, once? It'd help distracting you, y'know!?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation. "You can't keep avoiding fun, JJ. You can't lose hope and light just because things are tough."

But JJ's response was sharp, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those things are for kooks, y/n" he retorted, his words heavy with the weight of his pain. "Pogues can't afford to indulge in luxuries like love and hope. We have to focus on surviving you know."

Your heart sank at his words, feeling the distance between you grow with each passing moment. "If you really look for it, JJ," you countered softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I've got a sneaky feeling that love is all around. Even for us Pogues." But JJ's expression remained hardened, his walls firmly in place as he turned away, the gap between you widening with each step he took.

John B stepped in a while later, his voice calm but firm as he defended his friend. "He's been through a lot," John B interjected, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of empathy and understanding. "Give him time, he'll come around. I know he will."

But despite John B's reassurances, the weight of your worry and frustration bore down on you like a heavy burden. Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you sought solace in the arms of your father, tears streaming down your cheeks as you poured out your heart. "I didn't mean to be petty," you sobbed, your voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just so worried about how Luke has been treating JJ. I miss him, Dad. I miss the way things used to be." And as your father held you close, comforting whispers soothing your troubled mind, you cried yourself to sleep, longing for the comfort of simpler times and the warmth of JJ's presence by your side.

A few days after the heated exchange, JJ found himself drawn to the familiar solace of the beach. As he laid alone on the sand, the rhythmic sound of the waves echoing in the background, he cast his gaze upward, chuckling at the shifting shapes and colors of the clouds above. Yet, amidst the tranquility of the moment, a pang of longing stirred within him.

Reflecting on recent events, JJ realized that he had begun to see clouds from two distinct perspectives—from the highs and lows of life's tumultuous journey. But amidst the solitude, his mind drifted to an understanding; to how he seemed to have looked at clouds like this from two different perspectives now, from up and down, and still he would recall better colorful and elusive memory of your company. He remembered the joy of pointing out funny shapes at the sky with you and your brother, laughter echoing into the vast expanse. It was a memory painted in hues of warmth that contrasted with the darker shades of recent events. In that fleeting moment of recollection, JJ yearned to return to that moment exactly, to say sorry, at least. And alone at that same beach, he felt like he had a perspective of a future for the first time in a long time. He wanted to see if he truly knew clouds at all, or if there was a new side to it.

JJ was abruptly brought back to reality by Pope's punchline of a memory of his own; he was retelling the story of how he met Cleo at college, and how she wouldn't have passed half her subjects f it wasn't for him. As the group erupted into laughter, he did the same to mask the fact that he had zoned out for a minute, but JJ's gaze instinctively sought yours, his heart yearning for the comfort of your smile. And as his eyes met yours, a warmth spread through him, his thoughts drifting to another memory

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels; the dizzy dancing way that you feel as every fairy tale comes real. I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, and you leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

At sixteen years old, you had a full understanding of the dizzying, electric sensation that washed over you whenever JJ emerged from the sea, his board in hand. It was a feeling that stirred deep within you, igniting a spark that refused to be extinguished. Yet, despite the intensity of your emotions, uncertainty plagued your heart. You couldn't decipher JJ's true feelings for you; for every significant gesture or word he offered, there was an equal measure of aloofness or distance.

There were moments when JJ's actions spoke volumes, leaving you breathless with hope and anticipation. But just as quickly, he would retreat into himself, leaving you to question whether his affections were genuine or merely fleeting. And then there were the times when he would disappear into the crowd at a kegger, his attention captured by another girl, leaving you to grapple with the ache of unrequited longing.

Fearing the consequences, you kept your emotions hidden from your brother, John B, despite his keen intuition and suspicions about your lingering glances. Instead, you found solace in the companionship of Pope and Kiara, the only other pogue girl. Your friendship with Kiara blossomed rapidly, providing a safe haven where you could confide in her about everything, including the complexities of your feelings for JJ, seeking her guidance and understanding.

In December of that same year, a vivid memory remains etched in your mind—the day JJ was meant to pick you up from work and take you to the Chateau to meet up with the rest of the crew. Kiara had proposed the idea of a secret Santa, with the stipulation that the gifts could only be candy or chocolate—She herself aiming to guarantee that she'd get a bag or two of Sour Patch Kids. As you exited the souvenir shop, clutching your own "Paradise On Earth" cap, you spotted JJ waiting for you by the Twinkie—the van John B claimed would be safer than the bike. With both hands hidden behind his back, you shot him a questioning look. "Hello?" you greeted tilting your head slightly to the side, to which he responded with a playful smile, feigning surprise at seeing you. "Oh, hello ma'am, your carriage is right here!" he exclaimed, extending his arms towards the open door of the van, one hand tightly clutching something that piqued your curiosity. Hopping onto the Twinkie, you couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious object as JJ closed the door and took his place behind the wheel.

During the ride, JJ attempted to coax the name of your secret Santa out of you, but you remained tight-lipped. Upon parking the van at the Chateau, he sat in silence for a few moments, and you studied him intently. "Oh, before I forget," he said non-chalantly, reaching into his pocket and offering you the object he had been concealing—a ceramic lobster adorned with a tiny Christmas hat, clearly crafted by him. "This is for the nativity scene you keep in your room, I just didn't have time to make the other one..." he explained, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he confessed that he hadn't received your name for the candy exchange but couldn't bear to leave you without a gift.

You stood in awe for a moment, marveling at the thoughtful gesture and the evident reference it held. JJ's apprehension melted away as your eyes met his, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Are you trying to tell me that there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?" you quoted, teasingly. JJ rolled his eyes playfully, completing the reference with a loud "duh!" his laughter mingling with yours as you stepped out of the car into the moonlit night, making a lighthearted entrance at the Chateau and eliciting a knowing look from Kiara towards John B.

As time passed, you welcomed Sarah into the fold, introduced by John B with starry-eyed affection that spoke volumes of their budding romance. With the dynamic between her and Kiara settled, John B wasted no time in proudly declaring their relationship to the group—a declaration met with hugs, smiles, and lighthearted jokes about not hurting each other.

One day, Sarah suggested a surf trip to a lesser-known beach nestled between Figure 8 and the Cut, its pristine beauty a sight to behold with crystalline waters and powdery white sand. As you surfed the afternoon away, basking in the warmth of the sun, you found yourself sprawled on the sand along with the rest of the group, supporting yourself on your elbows and catching your breath as you watched JJ roll a joint with practiced ease. "I like this shit," JJ declared, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "We can be neglected misfits or whatever, but I love leading this life with you guys. I don't even care about what people think of me! "long as I have a board and you guys, 'm gonna be saying I'm rich... Especially if I have this!" He gestured towards the joint, his words met with cheers from the group.

Your smile started weak but grew as the group cheered. In that moment, you felt a sense of family, and your appreciation for JJ weighed heavily on your chest. Despite the challenges, he had found a way to see life in a positive light, even after Big John went missing. As the wind blew sea salt into your eyes, you turned your face toward JJ. "Yeah, yeah… you know, I keep saying it… but if you really look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that—"

"Y/n, if I hear that quote just one more time!" Sarah interrupted, and the others joined in with her lighthearted protest.

With time, JJ's behavior became increasingly perplexing since after sharing moments like this, he would leave you alone, retreating into the company of the other Pogues with a suddenness that felt jarring and awkward. His focus would shift, his attention consumed by their own banter, leaving you to wonder where you fit into the equation.

It was during these moments of isolation that doubts crept in, whispering of insecurities and unspoken fears that lingered just beneath the surface. Wondering if you did something wrong, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as you watched JJ immerse himself in the dynamics of the group, his laughter mingling with theirs as you stood on the sidelines, a silent observer to a world that felt increasingly distant and unfamiliar.

One morning, as you shuffled through the Chateau's corridors, the aroma of breakfast lingering in the air as John B shuffled through the kitchen, you noticed JJ's door ajar. You peeked inside with the intention of wishing him a good morning, only to be met with a sight that shattered your makeshift reality of him. JJ hovered over another girl in his bed, their closeness echoing a betrayal that left you speechless.

"Hey, whoa! Sorry!" His voice softened as he realized it was you, not your brother, at the door. The shock on your face was palpable as you hastily pushed the door closed, shaking your head to dispel the image burned into your mind. Stumbling down the corridor, you muttered a distant "morning" to Kie and Pope, who were still groggy on the couch, woken by the commotion.

Throughout the day, both JJ and yourself moved in a state of flustered avoidance, exchanging glances laden with sheepish guilt. JJ's eyes mirrored the remorse of a caught wrongdoer, but you couldn't summon anger; instead, you carried the weight of hurt and confusion, grappling with the realization that he wasn't yours to claim.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Chateau, you found solace on the hammock. With the remnants of the day lingering, you confided in Sarah about the events, the words tumbling out as the weight on your chest grew heavier. The hammock cradled you in its gentle sway as another day ended, leaving you to confront the tangled emotions that now clouded the once-clear skies of your friendship with JJ.

JJ vividly remembered June of the following year, with your birthday fast approaching. Usually, you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved having your birthday during the summer, and everyone would plan something special to mark the occasion. Kie and Sarah would always get you fancier gifts, like a new top or necklace, while the boys made sure there was a cake to share, probably under the tree lights at another night spent at the Cat's Ass, chuckling at the stupid name JJ had given to the tub.

But this year was different. You and the girls wouldn't stop talking about this idiotic touron, Jeremy, who had apparently flirted with you when you helped him at the store. Now, your attention seemed solely focused on him, much to JJ's annoyance. He rolled his eyes and huffed aloud whenever Jeremy's name was mentioned, with Pope nudging him to keep his cool.

"He's gonna take me to a summer fair," you grimaced, looking into the mirror as Kiara clasped a necklace around your neck. Sarah and JJ hovered on the kitchen counter, Pope sat on the couch, and your brother leaned against the doorframe of your room with a protective frown on his face. John B always believed you and JJ would end up together, and he felt safe with that perspective because he knew and trusted JJ. But that didn't happen with Jeremy.

Across from him, you, Sarah, and Kie giggled with scenarios and provocations, "What if he brings you a giant teddy bear and tries to win you a goldfish?" Kiara teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Sarah snickered. "I can already picture it!"

Meanwhile, JJ fought to keep a frown from appearing on his own face. He was unwilling to let you know how he really felt about the situation, and he avoided giving his jealousy away to his friends. As you exited laughing with the guy in his car—a godforsaken Jeep, for crying out loud—JJ was still unknowingly clenching his jaw, his mouth twisted in a disgusted frown.

Sarah, the only one still outside by now, smiled to herself and snuck up on him before reaching a hand to pat his back. The gesture was meant to silently convey far more than his poisoned mind could grasp at the moment.

He chuckled at that memory; you had to endure a girlfriend of his own during college, and he watched as two or three other guys broke your heart as well—he wanted to go out there and punch them every time, but preferred that only John B externalized that thought. From those memories, he realized he had looked at love from both sides of it with you, from give and take, but years later he wasn't so sure if you'd be keen on the idea of him ever again. JJ turned to you in the tub, whispering, "Where's that lobster I gave you that Christmas?" You were a bit taken aback by his sudden recall but smiled back, mimicking the tone of his voice, "Been keeping it on my bookshelf all year long now."

John B and Sarah were now playfully arguing about the two perspectives from when she joined the group, with Kie tagging along to remind them of how they had to make amends beforehand. It made JJ come back fully into the scene. As he looked around, he realized they were sitting in couples, at least Pope and John B, and he held back a nostalgic smirk at the thought of how his younger self would react to both his old friends now "pussy whipped," stuck in relationships and breaking the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule—he didn't know love at all.

He was different too, at least Kiara said so, coming at him a few days ago before graduation with a whole "you've changed, became more yourself and know how to separate what you went through from what you are, I'm so proud you're opening the surf shop—but please make it eco-friendly" speech. It was nice to look back and realize how his years and moments with the Pogue family kept balancing out all the rest. Now he would open a sick surf shop, Poguelandia flag above it and all, right in the corner from the souvenir one you worked since you were fifteen—he didn't know if you had bigger plans than that after graduating though, but that was an uneasy thought he preferred to ignore.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say, "I love you" right out loud! Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. Oh, but now old friends they're acting strange, and they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed. Well something's lost, but something's gained, in living every day.

Kiara was the first one to leave, claiming that this was really good and that she knew that with the pogues there were never really goodbyes, but that she had an early morning tomorrow with a sea-turtle project. Then, as the fire died out and the minutes turned into hours, the two couples left as well. Pope and Cleo claimed that they still had to shower before going to bed, and John B only snuggled with Sarah, pushing her towards the house. As the couple giggled, JJ noticed from his peripheral vision when you jiggled your eyebrows at Sarah, but the blonde only winked at you, pointing at the both of you at the tub before turning back. You sighed, distancing yourself from him now that you had more space in the water, and JJ held back a smile as the tree lights illuminated your pink cheeks. At twenty-two, he felt just like a teenager in that moment.

There were a few quiet minutes then, you were looking intently at him, drawing each of his features with your eyes as if trying to tattoo the image of his wet torso on your brain, but JJ didn't notice; he was lost in thought, provoked by being alone with you again. JJ realized that ever since he could remember, even though your brother was his de facto best friend and even as the group grew larger, you were there. For every phase and every belief that each one etched into him, you were there. As he looked at both sides of life, at win and lose, you were right beside him, either winning and losing as well or just supporting him emphatically through it.

Somehow he could always just recall how his pogue life acquired a rose-colored filter with you in it; he'd recall life's illusions with you at his side. You were there. You were it. And he didn't know his next step at all, but he wanted you in it; ached for it even.

He feigned cold as an excuse to get you both out of the tub, grabbing the one towel thrown onto a chair and wrapping it around you as you exited as well. He threw a familiar, amicable smile in your direction to disguise how he was, again, lost in his own train of thought. A hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the Chateau. As you got to the front porch, the other reached for your pulse gently, trying to stop you from entering. JJ became conscious of how he was dripping onto the wooden porch, but he didn't care, calling you by your nickname in a low voice. He was acting fast, planning something but also acting instinctively, intending to speak just from memory.

"Hey, uhm..." he stopped himself again as your eyes locked onto his, growing a little bit nervous now. Your eyebrows shot up expectantly, and some of your hair was sticking to your wet face. You'd be the death of him.

"With any luck, by next year, I'll be going out with one of these girls..." Your brows pinched, and eyes flashed with recognition as JJ shuffled his phone, some drops falling from his hair onto the screen before he turned it in your direction with a picture of Kendall Jenner and sliding his finger so it would also show one of Giselle Bündchen. You laughed, gulping expectantly.

"But for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because we finished college— even though it's at Christmas that you tell the truth." You chuckled again, but felt like you were hyperventilating, unable to believe that this was really happening to you. Much less that JJ Maybank had memorized a scene from the "dumb chick flick" you obsessed with since you were a mere child. You battled with your own feelings as you tried to let him finish.

"To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this..." He shuffled again with the tiny screen, a smirk on his face as he turned it to you. A photo of a very old and wrinkly woman made you chuckle. Under it, it read "former surfer lady turns viral as she advises to the risks of not wearing sunscreen." You couldn't hold the cackle that left you at that, not even worried about the rest of the group sleeping inside the house, which made JJ smile widely as well.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, I love you..." A loud sigh met a sob halfway as you looked up, feeling pounds lighter after saying so naturally something you had been burying for years, feeling absurdly proud of just that. "I love you so much, what the fuck! I've loved you forever." You beamed at him again, relief written all over his face as he said it back proudly. "I'm sorry for the wait; it wasn't on purpose—Swear it." He grabbed both your cheeks as you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as his face etched closer to yours by the second. Your noses were touching already when he whispered in a low tone, "fuck, y/n..." as your mouths glued together longingly.

The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a rush of warmth spreading through you as if the sun had risen inside your chest. JJ's touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as his hands cradled your face gently, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline. Every moment felt like an eternity as you lost yourselves in the kiss, the taste of saltwater, beer and weed mingling with the sweetness of the moment.

For JJ, it was as if everything he had been holding back, every unspoken word and hidden feeling, was finally pouring out into this one embrace. His heart raced in his chest as he kissed you, his mind buzzing with the realization that he had found something truly precious in you. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a culmination of years of friendship and longing finally coming to fruition.

As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ's eyes bore into yours, filled with an intensity that took your breath away. In that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You had crossed a threshold together, stepping into a new chapter of your lives filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just what you wanted; like you were made for just that.

"I don't even want to come inside, I don't wanna-" you said, sighing mid chuckle, "don't wanna do anything right now, God, JJ, I'm like in a haze!" He clung to you, chuckling, his hands going to your arms, your neck, your hair—he wanted to touch all of you. "Always have the hammock..." he suggested, and you rushed your way there as if just walking would make you lose any time with him.

After you spent a while staring at the stars in the sky, listening to the chirping of crickets in between small, sloppy kisses, JJ sleepily muttered "I feel like I'm fucking high right now," you both laughed "like I'm floating—life accomplishment kind of thing." you swatted at his chest, lightheartedly telling him to stop being silly before readjusting in the wet towel that served as a blanket for the two of you.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off to sleep, the sound of the river running to meet the ocean lulling you into a state of contentment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the warmth of JJ's embrace and the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of perfection in an imperfect world.

The warm rays of the morning sun gently kissed the faces of the sleeping pogues as they stirred awake, the sounds of birdsong filling the air. Stretching and yawning, they emerged from their makeshift beds scattered across the Chateau, the pull-out couch and matresses on the floor.

As they gathered outside to clean the space free of empty cans and wrapping paper, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, John B's gaze was the first one to fall upon the sight of JJ and you nestled together in the hammock, still fast asleep. He nudged Sarah first, but soon a collective smile spread across their faces as they exchanged knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

"About time," Pope muttered under his breath, eliciting chuckles from the others.

John B grinned, looking at Sarah. "Looks like our boy finally made his move."

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Took them long enough," she teased, but there was genuine warmth in her voice.

Kiara smirked, crossing her arms, she showed a satisfied facade even though she was jumping inside, bubbling with happiness for the both of you; the sparkle of her eyes being hard to hide. "Well, better late than never, I guess."

With a chorus of laughter and gentle ribbing, the pogues left JJ and you to enjoy your moment together, the feeling was that their little family had just grown a little bit stronger. You had woken up the moment the front door banged back against it's frame as it closed the first time, but feeling JJ's chest under your head, you decided to just keep your eyes closed, fighting a grin to show on your face at your friends' commentaries. You were home. And you only wanted to know life now if it was by JJ's side; especially if he'd be scratching your hair like he was doing just now, half a smile on his lips—"Did I take that long?" he questioned, jokingly.

"A lifetime."

If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?

“W-what?” You bat your lashes.

“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.

“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”

“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”

“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”

You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.

“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.

“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”

“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.

“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.

“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”

“Y-you would?” You snort.

He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.

“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”

“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”

“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.

“You making fun of me?” He scowls.

“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”

“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”

“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.

“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.

“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.

He chuckles. That takes you off guard.

“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”

“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”

“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.

Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.

🩶

You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.

You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.

You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.

You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.

You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.

‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’

You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 

‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’

You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.

‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’

Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.

‘Right. I have Venmo.’

You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.

‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’

You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’

Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.

You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.

You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.

Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.

“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”

“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”

She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”

You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?

You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.

“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.

You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”

As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.

“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”

You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”

“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.

“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.

“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”

“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”

You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.

“They b-broke it,” you whimper.

“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”

You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?

#silver lining #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #au #silverfox au #marvel #mcu #winter soldier #avengers #series

[moethewriter]

Could u do 14 for that dialog prompt with finnick? I'm picturing district 13 reunion angst. You're an amazing writer!!!

Hello! Of Course I can! Thank you for the kind words anon! -- TITLE: Nothin's Gonna Harm You, Not While I'm Around ... WORD COUNT: 1.1k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: Mentions of violence, injury and torture (Nothing super extensive but it's there TAGS: Lot's of angst and introspection lol! SUMMARY: You couldn't look at this face, you knew it would break you. A/N: Thanks for another request! I very much appreciate it! This one is definetlely angsty, and since it's me tons Y/N being in their head and analyzing the situation. Of course I always take construction criticism so please feel free to leave it!

You stayed still, as the doctors surrounding you poked and prodded, checking over every aspect of your person. You knew this was protocol, you knew it was necessary … to help you, or even heal you. But this wasn’t helping. You were exhausted, and just wanted a shower. But above all you were frightened and in pain. The Capitol hadn’t been kind after you had been taken, in fact they were violent and you wanted to forget it all.

You were scared. 

The rescue hadn’t been the smoothest operation, The Capitol sparing no expense to keep you, Johanna, and Peeta in The Capitol. People had died, you could have died but you didn't. You had to put faith in the plan, the one that Haymitch Abernathy had explained, That Plutarch Heavensbee and District 13 had concocted. But that didn’t mean you were okay, that didn’t mean that you were ever going to be okay again

. 

When you had woken up in the Capitol instead of in the arms of Finnick, you had been horrified … You knew there was no escape, no way you could get out, despite ruminating on ever plan to get yourself and your friends out. 

The realization that you hadn’t been rescued from the arena had set in after listening to Johanna’s screams. But you couldn’t place the blame on anyone, you had all separated in there and Katniss was the face of the Rebellion, she needed to get out, they needed to save her before anyone else … The Mockingjay.

You could take some Capitol torture, is what you had thought, after all they had tortured you and Finnick for years after your games.

You winced, as a bright light filled your vision. The Doctors were shining a device in your face.. 

“Cognitive function, still good.” 

You wanted to let out the bitter laugh you had been holding back, but you couldn’t bring yourself too. Your brain was all there, of course. The Capitol and Snow hadn’t taken that from you yet.

Pain filled you, as one of them touched your leg firmly, feeling around the broken skin, the sores and blisters that hadn’t been quite allowed to heal yet. 

“Leg Injury is severe but it’s nothing that won’t heal.”

Right, you remembered having to be carried out of your cell by someone. You had always been quick. That’s something that saved you during your games. You had been fast, quick to hit and quick to run before someone could see you, like a phantom in the night. The Capitol … Snow had made sure you couldn’t run this time. 

“Not like the Mellark boy, she’s safe.”

Your head shot up at the mention of Peeta. You knew that if they rescued you, that Johanna and Peeta would be as well. But … What had happened to them? Fear laced your thoughts, weaving into your mind like a virus. They hadn’t been kind to Johanna, you could hear her screams from your cell … was she safe? 

You looked past the shoulders of the doctors, vision slightly blurry, trying to find your friends. You could see Johanna fighting back, she had always been feisty, you were glad that the Capitol didn’t take that from her. She was pissed, you could tell just by her face. You couldn’t blame her, either. 

Were you really safe?

“Can you tell us your name?” The female doctor asked, gently. She was clearly approaching this with some sense of tact.

Bile rose in your throat, as you shrunk into yourself. “Y/N L/N.” You whispered, voice hoarse, and throat raw. 

“You’re in District 13, you’re going to be okay.” The woman doctor said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You flinched back, violently, despite her gentleness.

“I know you’re frightened but it’s alright.” She spoke again

You couldn’t bring yourself to believe her. 

Nothing felt alright, in fact this whole situation had been fucked from the start, from the reaping to the escape plan … Nothing had gone right. 

“Y/N!? Y/N?!”

You knew who was calling to you. Finnick. But you weren’t sure if you even wanted him to see you like this. You felt broken, you barely felt like yourself at this moment, but you knew that he would fight his way to you. He always would. 

You sank desperately into your bed, shrinking as small as you could sniffling like some coward, or at least that’s what you felt like. 

He found you, after a while, of course he did. He would always find you, and he wouldn’t give up till he knew you were safe.

“Hey.” You could feel his presence crouching down beside you, his voice so quiet.

“Hey.” You whispered back, voice breaking as everything that had happened finally seemed to weigh down on you.

Finnick had always had that effect on you, always able to break down your walls with a simple word. 

You could feel him moving, and then his hand was on yours. You violently wretched it away, on an instinct, almost throwing yourself away from him. 

“Y/N” Finnick whispered, voice cracking.

Tears trailed down your cheeks, hot and salty, burning the small wounds on your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you didn’t want to see the heartbreak written across his face. Finnick had always prided himself on being a good actor, pretending to be The Capitol darling, but he was never able to do that with you.

The Capitol hadn’t broken you, but seeing Finnick hurt … you knew that would.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.”

You let out a loud sob, unable to hold it back anymore. You needed him. His arms wrapped around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into the comforting feeling. It was different, everything was different now but he was still Finnick and you were still you. 

“God Finnick I-” 

You didn’t even know what to say.

“I know.” He said, pulling you into his chest. “I know.”

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, crying, and allowing yourself for the first time in weeks to be comforted by the person you loved. 

“I’d burn this world down for you, and Snow is going to be first.” He said, voice rough, rocking you in his arms. “The Capitol doesn’t know what’s coming to them, they hurt you and I can’t let that go. I won’t let that go. They’re never going to hurt you again.”

“As long as you come back to me.” You sniffled.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I will always come back to you.”

And you desperately hoped, with every bit of strength you could muster, that his words were true.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #the hunger games #hunger games #angst #moeswriting #writing #hope yall enjoy

[imyourrjoy]

The power held over me

Summary: A new duo arrives in jackson after being found in the snow, praying

Warnings : DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!!!!!, abusive parents, toxic religion, toxic people all around, misogyny, hitting, threats, self dought,fear , stop here if it's too much the series will just get darker

Word count : 2.6k

Paring : dark!Joel Miller x pastors daughter!afab!reader

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A/n : she's dark, very dark. This is your last waring, btw. And thanks so much to my pokie wookie bear @xoxo-honeyy for helping me revisit and figure most of it out she's amazing not only for that but also putting up with my dyslexic ass, ily pokie 💋 and give her love as well.

The cold was the worst, especially in a dress. Your dad gave you his jacket but you were still freezing despite the extra protection. The two of you had somehow ended up near a lake, Your father said he could hear a dam nearby, you didn’t know what a dam was, but apparently, it meant that people were near since it's on that means people near and we should be careful and should pray before we continue to pray that God keeps us safe for another day.

You kneeled down on the dense snow. Your legs against the snow made you feel even colder, but your father said to thank Jesus under all circumstances and not to complain in his name.

Your father started the prayer in a loud, confident voice, “Dear heavenly father, we kneel here to ask you for guidance and appreciation to ask for help as you guide us on your path and lead us to safety and not shen ways of harm, amen.”

Bringing your hands to a prayer position you continued praying hoping the cold would go away.

“Hands up”

Your eyes flew open and you saw your father being held at gunpoint, people on horses, and dogs barking. You almost screamed in fear. Were they raiders?, slavers?, or worse were they sinners?

“She said hands up.” Another voice barked at you.

You looked at your dad and put your hands up. The people looked warm physically and emotionally, you felt jealous of them, you tried to will the jealousy away but nothing was working. You repeated the prayer in your head, I am sorry, God, I am not jealous. I am grateful for your gifts. The people then started talking to one another.

“Send out the dog and make sure they're not bit”

“We can assure you we aren't. We are children of God just like you all”

The dogs barked and sniffed us. Then, a different member of the group walked up to us getting off of their horse, and they walked right up to you.

“Stand up, you poor thing, no pants in this weather.”

The brown-haired woman tied her jacket around your legs.

“Thank you,” You replied.

“Don’t touch her,” Your father stood up, but the lady just ignored him.

“Lower the guns. We should take them into town the get some real clothes,” The brown-haired woman seemed to be in charge which seemed odd, you thought men were the ones who were supposed to lead?

Town? You’d only heard stories about places like that. Your father told you that when your mother was alive before the devil took her for being a sinner, that's when you all lived in a little house near the water, a large lake more specifically.

“She is in more than enough clothes”

The lady shot your father a scathing look, “Tommy ride with him and take his backpack. I’ll take the girl.”

The man, Tommy, took your father towards his horse, and the lady took you to hers. When you started the long journey, you were in awe of the surroundings, but nothing could compare to the smell. The smell of fresh food, fire, and the snow falling you were utterly captured by it. When you see large wooden gates and lots of people with guns, you think to yourself i'll pray for them.

"Welcome to Jackson,"

She said as the gates opened, she'd never seen anything like that. it was a town where the stories were true? We rode in, and she helped me off the horse. You were a little worried you hadn't seen my Dad since he got on Tommy’s horse.

"He's fine. Tommy's just gonna show him around while I get you some clothes. What's your name?"

she gave her a smile of relief.

You gave them your name and they smiled warmly

She started walking and you followed her into a shop like building full of clothes she looked at some jeans and before she could hold them up you interrupted her,

"I can't wear pants."

She almost laughed.

"And why is that?"

"It's a sin,"

She scoffed.

"God would rather you live than freeze."

She handed me a pair of jeans``.” you were shocked someone would ever say his name like that.

"But my D-"

"Go change,"

She cut me off and looked for a top, a simple sweater. You were so scared you were gonna go to Hell if she put on these pants. You'll have to pray for hours for God to forgive you.

"You can change there, and trust me, you won't die over pants."

"it's a sin,"

"Honey, trust me, you're not gonna die,"

You took a deep breath and walked into the changing room. You wanted to cry. You were gonna die for this, burn in Hell for eternity, and be with those monsters. You took off the layers and layers of jackets and a dress. The tears started flowing as you put on the jeans. You felt like you had committed the worst crime in the world, and you started begging for forgiveness as you changed.

You started mumbling quickly under your breath, "Dear heavenly father, I am a sinner, and many have sinned by your grace. She prays for my and others' forgiveness. Have mercy on me, your faithful servant of God, according to your faith and love. "

You put on the top, “.” wiped your tears, and walked out of the changing room. When you came out, she the lady had a pink jacket.

"Here she'll keep you warm, and the color suits you."

She was right. The color did suit you.

"Thanks."

"Put it on, let's make sure it fits, and after I'll show you around town."

You put on the jacket and zipped it up. As We walked out, you kept your head low. You shouldn't look at other people if you are in the midst of sin. At least, that's what dad says. She showed me the canteen, a woodworking shop, and even a school. Then you saw my dad and the man, you ran up to them.

"Dad!"

You threw yourself at him and he caught me pulling me into a big hug

"Oh my love, it's ok. You’re safe, God has found us home at last,"

You smiled and saw Tommy go up to maria

"Dad, we need to find a place to pray."

You were so ashamed of the pants, and it seemed like my dad started getting angry.

"We will. They have a church we shall go there and pray for forgiveness and pray you won't become a monster like the rest of the sinners in the world, my love,"

Maria and Tommy walked back up to you and you're dad.

"Well, before we bring you guys to your lodging, we need to talk about the rules, and you all look parched. Let's go to the canteen and get some food?" Tommy said.

my dad nodded in agreement as we all started making our way to the canteen. The closer we got, the more the scent of freshly cooked food invaded your senses, it was so much different from the old canned beans we usually had. We walked into the canteen. It was made of beautiful wood, lights hanging from the ceiling, people giving out plates of food, and others eating it was beautiful.

"Here, I'll take the young lady to get some food. y’all can find a place to sit,"

Tommy walked me to the line of the canteen

"We have rabbit or sheep today, which would you like?"

"Sheep, rabbits are too cute to eat."

Tommy laughed and got two plates and started putting sheep on both.

"So I hear your names y/n is that correct?"

"Yes."

He started putting vegetables onto the plates.

"And your dad is a preacher or just a very devoted man of God?"

she thought that was a dumb question, he's a pastor he told me he was dressed like a pastor. it made you laugh.

"A pastor, of course,"

We moved over to get drinks for you and your father, but before Tommy could grab the pitcher of water you weren't sure what it was sense it wasn't water colored more like mud you're not sure.a girl younger than me grabbed you were more shocked she had pants you hadn't thought of it but a lot of girls here wear pants she should pray for them

"Excuse me,"

She filled up her glass as Tommy protested, “Ellie”

she smiled as she left

"Sorry about her, she's my brother's kid, she's very outgoing, let's say."

"She's fine, but I am worried about the number of women in pants I'll have in my prayers. Does this place allow sinning?or something?" Your voice was filled with concern.

He continued to fill up the cups and looked confused”." That's one way of looking at it for now. Let's just get you both fed,"

We all sat down at the table. You've never eaten so fast, and that water,which was apparently sweet tea, you think too yourself it's probably your new favorite thing. Dad kept telling me to slow down, but you couldn't. You were so hungry and happy to eat something real.

"So, Maria told me you have a multi-faith church?" Your dad asked as he finished eating and scraped the leftovers onto your plate.

Maria replied in a calming tone, "Yes and you’re a preacher, so I’m assuming you would like to have a mass of some sort, which is fine with me and with the council, but first we need to go over the rules the whole reason we came here"

At the mention of rules, you stopped eating and started listening.

"All able-bodied people over the age of 18 unless, unable to due to their health, a disability or lack of survival skills are required to patrol . We rotate every week, two people are in a group. We classify ourselves as a commune which means we all share everything, nothing belongs to just one person, we all respect one another. As well, pitch in and have jobs based on what skills we have or what we're good at. Understand?"

You noticed your dad wasn't too fond of the rules, but he both nodded in agreement.

"So how old is your daughter?" Tommy inquired.

Your dad sighed, "Around 19, we don't know specifically, but she was born about a year after the outbreak. My wife at the time had just gotten pregnant,"

You kept my head down, you missed your mom a lot, she wasn't like my dad she loved God and they taught me to love Him but she liked to tell me about my room shen the town, teach me to read and write she hated that she was a sinner as dad says she didn't believe enough you remember the verse we read for her after she died “For the wages of sin she's dead”. Dad says she wasn't devoted enough.

"Joy, how do you make a fire?"

Tommy asked me the question, and you laughed,"My dad makes those they aren't ladylike"

You doesn't know why he looked taken back. You're a woman. You're supposed to cook,look pretty for your husband and put God above all.

"Joy, you see that girl over there,"

Marshea pointed to a group of girls, including the one who took the pitcher, you nodded."How about you introduce yourself? Make some friends while Tommy and she talk to your dad."

You smiled and walked up to the girls. They all had tea and some food. They all wore pants as well. Before she could say anything a dark-hashered girl spoke

"New to Jackson?"

she nodded

"No way, hey”

The girl from earlier hit my shoulder playfully

"Well I’m Ellie welcome. To my humble abode, take a seat”, you took a seat next to her

"So how'd you find Jackson?” Ellie questions and then thinks for a second, “or did the patrolman find you?

" Well, my father and I just keep moving and, apparently, have traveled throughout. for my whole life moving looking for the place God wants us. And we saw the dam which is when my dad said we should start praying for people or a town, that’s what it’s called right?"

Ellshee immediately responded, chuckling a bit, “Gosh, aren’t you ancient.”

The girl, Ellshee, laughed louder, and it got to your head. Maybe she’s just not used to someone like you?. Maybe it's because you didn't know what town is was?. Either way, it, didn't feel good.

"Ellie, don't be mean" The gruff and slightly hoarse voice came from behind me.

You quickly turned my head to see an older man with graying hair with brown spots sprinkled throughout it, There were also prominent scars on his nose and temple, To say the least, the man looked frightening

"Oh come on"

Ellie protested but the man shushed her.

"Y’ know Ellie, she could probably teach you a thing or two, a girl like her shes a woman of God." He sent a sly wink towards you

He took a seat across from us and Ellie rolled her eyes, "Hi there hon I'm m Joel and this here is my daughter, Ellie don't mind her she's a bit rough around the edges"

"I am not"

she laughed at the little bantering and you got asked the same basic questions before Maria walked up to us,

"she see you've met Tommy's brother,” there was a slight frown on her face,

“come on it's time to see your new home"

You waved goodbye to the pasher and met up with Tommy and my dad again. We all started walking through the town , towards an a cute little house with a small porch and yellow panels.

"The heat, water, and electricity are on and Father you can't wait to see what your Sunday mass is like don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything."

Tommy gave my dad the keys and they walked away after saying goodbye for the night. The house was the same as the rest but it had some personality. It was dusty but rustic. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom, a kitchen that worked a couch, and TV that wasn't of any use but still, it was so nice everything was until my dad looked at me up and down.

"Why the pants? Is my daughter a monster, a sshenner, unfaithful to her lord"

You looked down and the floor,

"Marshea told me that she wouldn't burn and that shet was prac-"

Before you could finish your sentence my father hit me across the face

"Practical your put practicality over your lord and savor????"

Cold dread washed over your body.

"No Dad i-"

He hit me again making me fall to the floor, then he grabbed a fistful of my hasher

"Tomorrow you're getting rid of those pants, if i see them again i'll see to it that God knows of every sin that my child has committed and that my prayers for her forgiveness for her not to become those monsters were all for nothing as her love for him was fake"

You started crying once my dad let me go. He walked into one of the bedrooms while you sat there crying until finally making my way to bed.

You got on your knees and started your nightly prayers you needed to pray for myself, my Father, and God

You brought your hands together

"Dear heavenly father, thank you for your bountiful love and sacrifice. Thank you for leading me and my father to Jackson. I am sorry I have committed the sin of wearing pants. she shall never do it again. My lord, your Bible is the truth, and I am your faithful servant. I pray for my forgiveness as well as the forgiveness of the woman shen Jackson also guilty of this crime. I pray for my mother that though she's a sinner, you forgive her shen the afterlife, and may the devil have mercy on her. And lastly, I pray for my father. I pray that he stays healthy and bountiful. Praise the Lord as he watches over us in our sleep amen."

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[blueparadis]

itoshi sae 🤍

SAE OH DEAR LORD I"M SMILING SO WIDE. alright i need to get it together.

itoshi sae and first white day from v-day event.

Sae never thought he would receive gifts from you and that too on valentines day. Although he appreciates your sentiment but what actually made him buy a gift for you for white day was your straight forward behavior. At first he thought, you are just blunt.

But here he is, with a runny nose and the muffler wrapped around his neck that you gifted him, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he exhales strongly before pressing the doorbell. He is so embarrassed about the fact that he is here. in front of your house in this weather. It is nearing to midnight. He plays with the snow that settled outside your home still thinking if he can take a U-turn, thinks if he is allowed to do so . . .

The doorknob clicks. He looks up and sees you in your night dress and some homely warm clothes. "How long have you been standing here? oh dear god. why? is the doorbell not working? why didn't you call me or a text . . .? my phone was with me . . ."

He thinks you're gonna wake the whole colony up with that melodious voice of yours. Five minutes still left to struck 12 and make it 14th March. The reason he is here. He takes his left hand out of his pocket and presses it on his lips. Its silent now. pin-drop silence. you're not talking anymore suddenly being aware of your childlike demeanor.

Okay, now what? he thinks.

"wh-whe-he clears his throat "where are you going at this hour?", he asks as loud as he could get but his voice just won't turn up. Gosh! he has never been so nervous; he has played tons of matches but this? this is tearing at the seams of his heart.

"Sae.", you whisper. "you're hiding something. what is it? tell me. now." and you point towards his right hand that is till inside the pocket.

"It's nothing."

"nothing. . .?", you sounded sad, disappointed and his heart suddenly sinks at the pit of his stomach to see you like that, hurt.

He shakes his head and tries to avert every little eye contact because he thinks, he feels you are gonna see the color of his soul, so in love and so . . . nervous.

"ah- gift. gift. It's a gift." and he feels a little light headed but better when you flash him a toothy grin while wriggling one of your eyebrows. This. This is why he is here. This is what he likes about you, the act of being invested in something without expecting something back. You did not ask the obvious. Perhaps because you harbored a little vulnerability at some corner of your heart, what if . . . what if its not you.

Guess you are not that blunt like he thought he would be. you keep him calm, at bay.

"here.", he extends his right hand that held a small box gift wrapped so neatly. You glance at him but he is not looking. And when you open it, your voice turns up again, " but its so costly." It actually is costly, compared to what you have gifted him a month ago. It's a pendant.

"y/n-ugh-", he exhales into his muffler. "i'm actually freezing right now. can i come inside?" You nodded. He is just not in state of registering anything other than your presence, your voice, your touch. . . . you. While he walked into your house, you walked into his life, his four chambers of his heart.

notes- pls look away. very much embarrassed that it got so long. ughhhhh! why? why he does this to me? wc-0.5 oh shit.

@tokyometronetwork

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[theharrowing]

Patience. We're getting there.

You are moments away from meeting Hoseok's family and trying not to spiral, and Hoseok is a calming presence who keeps you grounded.

🤍 Hope for the Holidays Hoseok x Non-Binary (afab) Reader

🤍 word count: ≈ 640

🤍 established relationship, angst if you squint, fluff, sfw

🤍 warnings: none! this is just a sweet little moment where mc almost feels icky feels but Hoseok is there to make them feel better.

🤍 notes: the government name for this fic should be Patience, Marshmallow. We're getting there. but it felt too long.

🤍 written for the Harrow’s Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @absentcaryatid 🎈 happy belated birthday, my darling Elizabeth!!! i so appreciate you for requesting something nice and soft for this event! thank you for being such a good friend, as well as dedicated reader!!! it was hard stopping myself from writing a lot more, but i felt like this snippet was really nice. enjoy!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted jan. 2024

You feel antsy. 

Your relationship with Hoseok has been an absolute whirlwind since day one. And now, after an incredible year of knowing one another, you are in a rental car in the busy, snowy streets of Gwangju, South Korea, on your way to meet his parents. 

You almost came here back in February when Hoseok visited for Lunar New Year, but it had been too long since he had been back home, and you felt strange about tagging along. You still feel strange about it, but Hoseok was so sweetly emphatic about you coming that you couldn't bring yourself to stay in your shared apartment all alone. 

Although it would certainly not be a repeat of last Christmas in any sense of the word, it is hard not to think about past holiday events with the ex, and with the family you never felt like you fit in with. What if this visit feels the same? What if you feel just as out of place on the other side of the world as you had on the other side of the country? What if there is nowhere that feels right?

Hoseok must be able to sense your nerves, and he reaches over the center console of the rental car, firmly holding your hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel. You smile but you can tell that it is unconvincing. Hoseok chuckles. 

"Don't look so scared, marshmallow," he teases, giving your hand a squeeze. "My mom can't wait to meet you. Whenever I call, she tells me all about how happy she is that you will be here."

You believe Hoseok—how could you not? His family has been nothing but welcoming, even from such a great distance.

"I shouldn't tell you this," Hoseok says conspiratorially, mouth stretched into a wide smile while his eyes stay on the road, "it was meant to be a surprise, but when I told mom about your gift from last year, she became excited to have you cook with her."

Words fail you, and you open your mouth to flounder through shapes of syllables before landing on, "Wh— me?"

With another chuckle and another gentle squeeze, Hoseok glances at you briefly to say, "Yes, you. She hasn't stopped talking about it. So I hope you are ready to learn some family recipes, because she takes it seriously."

The idea would be daunting if it weren't so heartwarming. Hoseok's mother wants you to join her in the kitchen while she prepares food for the family holiday dinner. She trusts you to help her.

"Besides, my sister won't lift a finger in the kitchen, so I know she will appreciate having you there."

At this, you laugh, feeling weight lift from your shoulders as joy explodes from your chest. 

You tease, "Oh, so I'm just a replacement for your sister, hmm?" while your eyes never leave Hoseok's profile. 

He waggles his eyebrows, then glances at you and begins to laugh. This is always the way things are with Hoseok: light and fun. 

"How much longer?" you ask, eyes taking in the tall snow-covered apartment buildings and the bustling sidewalks filled with pedestrians and shoppers. You had just asked less than five minutes ago, and can surmise that the answer has only changed by the same amount. 

"Patience, marshmallow," Hoseok teases. "We're getting there."

Patience is a lot easier said than done, and you sigh dramatically, making Hoseok laugh once more. Rather than respond, you take in the calmness of the soft song playing on the radio accompanied by Hoseok's melodic happiness. 

"I'm excited," you say softly after a long moment while your gaze drops to your conjoined hands. Emotion swells, and you feel a bit choked up as your mouth stays in a smile. 

Hoseok says, "Good." Nice and simple. And you couldn't agree more. 

Everything feels good. 

🥺🥺🥺 this one felt like such a warm hug while i was writing it. i hope you agree!!! 🥰🥰🥰

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ruggie Bucchi New Year's Attire Personal Story: Part 3

"You can only try it here!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

―After opening

Ace: I wonder if there's any good deals going on for today's New Year's Sale―

Deuce: Hm? There's some kind of crowd in front of the shop...

Ace: Wh-What's that!? There's a bunch of snow heaps in by the shop!?

Deuce: Oh, there's a hole in those snow heaps. And hey, there's people inside!

Ace: You're right! And they're totally just lounging around. Looks kinda cold, though...

Ruggie: You'd think. But it's actually pretty warm inside.

Ace: Ah, Ruggie-senpai! What's with those snowbanks? There's so many of them...

Ruggie: Those are called ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ.

Ace/Deuce: ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ?

Ruggie: Yep! Think of it like a little house made out of a dome of snow.

Ruggie: You pile up the snow while pouring water on it here and there, then make a huge hole in the center of it, and you're done. Easy-peasy, don'tcha think?

Deuce: Ah, now I see a lot of the other guys carrying around shovels. Guess they're all making these ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ.

Ace: There's people eating stuff inside those ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ too. Eh, is that... marshmallows and... mud?

Ruggie: NO, IT AIN'T MUD!!

Ruggie: That's a super tasty treat. Look at how they all like it.

Epel: What's this 'ere food... IT'S DELISH!!!

Rook: Pairing together this chewy dango with this rich and sweet soup... Aah, how très bien this is!!!

Ace: You're right, they all look like they love it. But it still looks... I mean, the color of that broth is weird, man.

Ruggie: That's called "oshiruko" and it's a dish from a country in the East.

Ruggie: The soup's made out of these red beans that's been stewed in sugar, and you eat it with these things called "dango."

Ace: Eh, stewed with sugar...? So it's sweet beans!? And that color is super black... Don't think it's for me.

Deuce: Me neither... But Epel and Hunt-senpai look like they're really enjoying it, so I kind of want to know how it tastes.

Ace: I mean, I guess I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit curious too...

Ruggie: Oh, and by the way, only people who make a ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ get to buy the oshiruko. That means...

Ruggie: YOU CAN ONLY TRY IT HERE!! NOW!! THIS LIMITED-TIME ACTIVITY!!!

Ruggie: It'd be pretty cool to chow down on a unique dish in a unique setting like the ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ, huuuh～?

Ruggie: There's a limit to how much we're sellin' each day, so I don't think you can afford to pass up this opportunity.

Ace/Deuce: Gulp...

Deuce: I'd like to try it!

Ace: Guess I'll try it out too. Bet the others'll be jelly when they hear about this.

Ruggie: Okaaay, a setting for two coming right up～ And you'll be ordering the oshiruko as well, right?

Ace/Deuce: Yes!

Ruggie: Shishishi, thank you very much～!!

Ruggie: Here, you can use this shovel. If you need help on making your ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ, you can come ask!

Ruggie: Once you're done, I'll bring some hot oshiruko over to you. Have fun～!

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

―After closing

Sam: Good job today, my little imp crew!

Sam: Thanks to all your hard work, that was the busiest we've been recently.

Sam: I truly appreciate how you improved on the ＨＡＧＯＩＴＡ battles, as well as the idea to sell the oshiruko!

Sam: Let's all keep up the good work tomorrow!

Vil/Sebek: Yessir!

Cater/Ruggie: Yeah!

Sam: So, there's still a little bit of the oshiruko that Ruggie-kun made, so let's eat some together.

Sebek: Huzzah! I would like a large helping!

Ruggie: Sebek-kun, you were eyeing the oshiruko earlier while you were working, but I didn't realize you wanted to try it that much...

Cater: But hey, Ruggie-kun. That was amazing that you knew how to make the oshiruko.

Ruggie: Remember how I told you this morning I once worked part-time at a ski resort?

Ruggie: There was this staff member who came from an Eastern country who taught me the recipe.

Vil: You came up with the suggestion for the ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ too. Your previous experience really did come in handy today.

Ruggie: Yeah, man, it's great that I've done a ton of things to draw ideas from!

Ruggie: And also... Shishishi.

Ruggie: Thanks to all the customers makin' their ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ, all the snow around the shop was completely cleared away!

Ruggie: The customers all got to have some fun, and we didn't have to do so much manual labor. It was super brilliant, if I do say so myself!

Ruggie: ...But hey, Sam-san. About that other thing...

Sam: I know.

Sam: You're talking about my promise to give you "30% of the oshiruko sales amount" in exchange for giving me the recipe, right?

Sam: Don't worry, I'll give it to you later.

Ruggie: Awesome, Sam-san! I can't wait!

Sam: You're really a shrewd little imp, aren't you?

Sam: Well, I guess you put all that initiative into teaching everyone how to make the ＫＡＭＡＫＵＲＡ, so...

Sam: And the oshiruko was a big hit, too. I'm really grateful.

Ruggie: Glad I could help!

Ruggie: Since I helped increase the profits this much, that special bonus is as good as mine.

Ruggie: Shishishi, this is gonna be the best start to a new year!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #rook hunt

[eveenstar]

Hello!! Glad to see new people in the fandoms (just saw the post abt GOT and house of the dragon)

Can I please request a soft scenario with Jon snow? He's angsty about being a bastard and the reader comforts him with hugs and kisses, saying how important he is to her and in general, that he's doing great and him being a bastard doesn't matter. Just fluff, seeing him happy is just so heartwarming idk

If you accept the request, thank you and know that i appreciate your work <3

Hello there! <3 Soooo happy you requested for Jon! I feel like we're in desperate need of more Jon content. This got a bit longer than I planned it to be but I hope you like it! Last year (when I first got introduced to GOT) I told myself I wouldn't write for the fandom because the characters were too complex but yelp, here I am.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, secret marriage, reader is referred to as a noble lady but you can imagine what house she belongs to. There might be some inconsistencies since it's been a year since I last saw the show so my bad!

The door slowly creaks open. The night had long ago fallen in Castle Black. Jon could barely make out the silhouette of the beautiful woman laying on the bed. He closes the door with a soft thud and his cloak falls to the floor.

There's a dark gloom over his face as he makes his way towards the bed - the one he'd often find empty up until a few months ago. Now, a beautiful young woman lays in it most of the nights, but not all, it was too much of a risk to have anyone suspicious of their marriage.

Jon pulls a chair over to her side of the bed, and he sits down. At first, he doesn't say anything as he doesn't want to disturb his wife's much needed rest, and also because Jon himself has no idea of what to say.

As if sensing her husband's troubled mind, (Y/N) rolls over in bed and looks at Jon with tired eyes and a sleepy smile, going as far as reaching for his hand to pull him into bed - when her invitation is left hanging, she realises something is wrong. "What's the matter, my love?"

The question is left out in the open for a few seconds before Jon looks away at the fireplace, as if pondering whether he should sleep off his feelings or admit them to his lady wife.

"I know that you're tired - but I need to talk to you, (Y/N). It's about our marriage." Jon begins, his tone heavy with worry.

The young woman slowly sits up and rubs off the sleep off of her eyes. "What about our marriage?"

"What I meant to say is..." Another pause, one that sends (Y/N)'s heart racing. He seems a bit anxious about what he's about to say - but he also seems resolute about doing so. That doesn't stop him from looking away. "You deserve better. A better...husband."

There it is, the truth. His wife's gaze hardens in worry, mind racing over everything they've been through so far. It didn't take her too long to put two and two together, and her gaze softened as did her voice.

"Because you're a bastard?" (Y/N) asks a question with the answer already in mind.

"Because you're a noble lady, (Y/N)," A forced smile plays in the corners of Jon's lips as he says this. He's always wondered how he managed to marry her at all, due to their differences. He looks down at the floor for a few long moments, his heart heavy. "And I am a bastard."

A soft sigh leaves her, "Jon..." She takes his head in her hands, gently cupping his cheeks. "You know I couldn't care less about your bastard status."

"I know, (Y/N)," He looks up at her as (Y/N) takes his face in her hands and cups his cheeks. He smiles at her - but this time it's not forced, but a genuine smile that's laced with both sadness and admiration. "I know. I just... I'm putting you at risk. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You could easily marry into a proper house with a good lord."

(Y/N) shakes her head in disbelief, as she has done the last time they had this discussion - which was the day they secretly married.

"Are you forgetting I am also married to you? I knew the risks when we said our vows." Her voice is stern, but her gaze is full of understanding and love. "We will be alright."

"Do you really believe that, (Y/N?" Jon asks quietly - though there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I broke my vows for us. You're a noble who married a bastard of the Night's Watch - if the truth comes out one day-"

"I don't care what the realm thinks of our relationship." (Y/N) looks into his eyes, "No one will hurt you as long as I'm around." (Y/N)'s thumbs caress the sides of his cheek. "What brought up all this, hmm?"

Jon meets (Y/N)'s eyes, and he takes a deep breath. If he could - if the world was kind - he'd lean against his wife's touch and never leave. No more Night's Watch, no more wars, no more fighting... just her.

"I married you. You're a nobleborn, and I'm just a bastard. When I look at you..." Jon takes another deep breath, his voice a bit heavier with emotion. "...you make me wish that I was better."

"You think you're just a bastard?" There's a hint of sorrow in her voice as she repeats Jon's words. The lady was well aware of Jon's thoughts about being a bastard and also his tendency to pretend he had made his peace with it, but she knew the man she married. Hells, she might even know him better than she knows herself.

"Isn't that what I am?" Jon asks quietly. He looks at (Y/N) again as if he was looking for reassurance. "I'm not a Stark, not by name. I don't have any titles, like all of the other men in this world. I don't have a family name - just Snow. I'm just a bastard (Y/N)."

She sighs with a frown in her features. (Y/N) hates when she hears her husband speaking so low of himself, something she's been trying hard to correct.

Jon avoids her gaze altogether as he continues to speak. Though he can admit he feels like there's been a weight taken off of his shoulders as he does so. "Eddard raised me with many ideals - honour, honesty, loyalty. He taught me the customs of the North and about the history of our family. But he never talked about being a... well, a bastard, my love. He never told me how to deal with it... how to be a... to know that you don't belong."

"Mmm." (Y/N) hums, acknowledging his words. She pushes a few strands of his hair out of his face. "And yet you're far more honourable than any of them." Another smile plays in her lips, "I would take you over any trueborn man any day."

Jon's heart flutters at her words, yet he continues to look down at the floor, shaking his head in what could be resignation. "You can be honest with me, my love. You can tell me that you've always wanted a trueborn husband and not a bastard of the North."

"All I want is you." (Y/N) replies, "You're the one I want to wake up with," She rests her forehead against his, "Is that too much to ask for?'

Jon's eyes are filled with remorse as he gains the courage to finally look at his wife's face and takes in her features as a breath of fresh air. If the world was truly just and fair, he would deserve her. He just wished that the pain he had to go through in this world - the pain of feeling like he had to prove himself over and over again - would go away. He wished that he could truly be better so that he could one day be the man that (Y/N) deserves to be married to.

"Now, why don't you come to bed? Tomorrow I'll make you a family cake recipe." (Y/N) adds with a playful smile as she pats the side next to her in bed.

His wife's smile is enough to convince Jon, as it had always been. It was with a smile that he fell in love with her, and it was also with a smile that she convinced him to marry her. Jon climbs into the bed and wraps an arm around her.

"Yes, I would love that."

Jon has been a part of the Night's Watch for years - but it's only here, now, that he finally feels at home for the first time ever since he arrived at the Wall. If the Gods are fair, Jon and (Y/N) will go live to her family's homestead, far, far away from the problems of the Seven Kingdoms.

#fun fact this was originally written for my oc #jon snow x reader #jon snow #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones x you #jon snow x you

[devdevlin]

Hi! Wishing you and ur baby health and happiness. I'm not sure if you're still doing prompts but 7. “I never say no to a picnic.” looked interesting for vol/tomione since a picnic is usually such a happy affair :) if not then I merely want to say again that I love ur writing, im still not over “Don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay” and DMLE. Best wishes xoxo

LMAO OMG I’M SORRY. I found this in my drafts just the other day and didn't hate it, so I thought I'd polish it up for you! Three years later is better than never... right? Thank you so much for sending this through, I really appreciate it even now that it’s been so long 🖤🖤

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"—dunno why we're still out here in the boonies. It's the middle of winter! There's gotta be a warmer place to—"

"Chew with your mouth closed, Ronald."

Ron glares in her direction, and he makes a show of chewing a couple of times more with his mouth open before he finally snaps it shut.

Hermione glares right back, her temper steadily rising. Who does he think found all of this food? Who does he think performed the spells to cook the mushrooms? It certainly wasn't him, and it certainly wasn't Harry—

Possibly sensing what was brewing, Harry clears his throat. "I, um. I think I left the cups in the tent," he says in the awkward manner that Harry tends to take on whenever he interrupts them. 

"I'll—"

"Oh, no, no," Hermione interrupts Ron quickly. "No, I'd hate for you to feel pressured to get up on our account. I'll get them."

Hermione gets up before either of them can tell her not to, inspired to put some distance between herself and the boys, and trudges back through the snow to fetch the cups manually. When the tent swishes behind her, she hears a faint, 'women.'

She stops by the entrance and closes her eyes, clenching her jaw and fists. She takes a deep breath, and then another, and another.

It takes a minute, but once she's calm enough to see straight, she passes through to the kitchen, angrily muttering to herself as she goes, and she gets onto the tips of her toes to reach up for the cups.

"I'm offended you didn't think to ask me."

The muscles in Hermione's arms seize as she whirls around—

"I'd never say no to a picnic."

Her brain stalls at the sight of him.

No. No, no, no, and yet there, not even three feet from her, in the warded safety of their tent, is a stranger. But it can't be, logic and reason tells her that, it's—

"Impossible," she whispers.

The stranger before her is young, barely an adult, and he doesn't have a wand in hand. He's standing calmly with an amused sort of smile on his lips, and he isn't outwardly threatening, but he doesn't need to be, because he's in their tent. Her wards are still good. She knows they are. How is he in their tent?

But it's only then, as she's gaping at him, that Hermione notices how tightly the chain of the horcrux is wrapped around her neck. She reaches up for it, feeling it out from over her shirt to find the locket pressing so tightly into her chest that she can't even wedge a finger under it.

"Wh-who are you?" she says, and her voice quivers despite herself.

The stranger tilts his head. "You know who I am."

Her anger with Ron long forgotten, Hermione is close to yelling for help. "Who," she repeats, "are you?"

The stranger steps closer, and Hermione backs up into the counter. "Say my name."

"I don't—"

"Say," he hisses, "my name."

She hasn't yet decided whether the stranger’s real or not, whether he's a figment of her imagination or a genuine intruder, but either way, he sounds real and his eyes are dark. They're hollow and dead, pitch as night, and he isn't real, can't be real, but when she can't retreat any further, he reaches out for her.

It's impossible, and yet, she feels it when he touches her, and his cold fingers brush gently down her neck, lower and lower, down until they reach the chain of the horcrux.

"Y-you're..."

He lifts it with ease, pulling it out from beneath her shirt, and with the case of the locket resting in his hand, he watches her lips, waiting intently. "...Yes?"

"Tom Ri—"

He interrupts her by ripping the locket forward, hard enough that she lurches forward.

She yelps as she's pulled into him, and he brings both hands up to squeeze the chain around her neck.

"Wrong.” He pulls the chain so tightly that it cuts off her airway. "Try again."

Hermione can barely get a gasp in. She claws at the chain, at his hands, at him, but he presses her back, pinning her between him and the counter. She's been living on a diet of mushrooms and scavenged vegetables for weeks and weeks, and he's stronger than she is.

"V-Vol—" she wheezes when her thrashing gets her nowhere.

He’s breathing has picked up now, too. "Yes."

"—Voldemort."

He slowly grins and finally, finally, he releases the chain.

"Good girl," he tells her and again, his eyes linger on her lips. "I'll see you soon."

He lets her go and backs away, and then, the snatchers swarm.

#my baby is a toddler now #but he’s good!!! #thanks for asking! #tomione #fanfiction #tom riddle #hermione granger #my writing #harry potter #fanfic #one shot #ask me anything!

[electrikworm]

Avpol April Day 3: Warmth

@avpol-april

Carrying a large amount of stuff with you wasn’t an option when traveling over long times and large distances, so what clothes you took with you had to be carefully considered.

Polnareff was rather fond of his chosen outfit. It suited him and showed off his physique quite nicely, whilst not restricting his movement at the same time.

Okay, sure, it wasn’t perfect. Exposed shoulders and arms weren’t optimal in the intense sun they experienced on their hunt for Dio, especially since Polnareff burned faster than he could put sunscreen on. Black also wasn’t the best colour to wear out in direct sunlight. But overall, it had served Polnareff well and made him look good whilst doing so.

At that point in time however, Polnareff was regretting the way he chose to dress.

That a place as hot as Egypt got that cold at the night was frankly unfair. It would have been fine if they’d stayed inside, but of course they had to stay the night somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no hotel or even houses in sight. He was going to sleep terribly that night.

Sitting up in his sleeping bag, that did little to keep him warm, Polnareff drew his arms around himself tighter. The fire they’d made to cook dinner a few hours earlier had all but gone out by now, only a few glowing embers still rested among the charred wood.

That that was better than nothing. Polnareff moved to sit closer to what used to be their fire, pulling his sleeping bag around his shoulders as he did so.

There wasn’t much heat coming from the embers, but if he got his hands close enough at least he could warm those up. Polnareff had never mixed particularly well with low temperatures, always being the first to be bothered by them and having almost permanently cold hands.

A shiver ran through his body.

A sound behind him stirred him from his thoughts. Polnareff snapped around in alarm only to make eye contact with Avdol. Polnareff had previously assumed he was deep asleep a little way away from where he was sitting at the remains of the fire. It was night, but under the light of the stars and the moon it wasn’t hard to see Avdol. He was laughing quietly.

“Wh- What’s so funny?” Polnareff asked, trying to stop his voice from shaking from the cold.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just… Are you perhaps cold?” replied Avdol, clearly amused.

Polnareff always loved hearing Avdol’s laugh, but right now his situation felt a little too undignified for him to appreciate it. Polnareff felt his cheeks heat up, pulling the sleeping bag to sit better around his shoulders. Maybe if this continued, his own embarrassment would be enough to keep him from succumbing to hypothermia.

“Not all of us wear a school uniform in the desert or have a literal flaming bird as a stand!” Avdol laughed again and Polnareff thought that if any sound was warm enough to keep someone freezing, it would be that of Avdol’s laugh.

“You should have taken a jacket with you. Or something with long sleeves.” Polnareff huffed and glared at Avdol.

“Well, I know that now. I didn’t think we’d be dealing with the cold on a trip to Egypt. If it gets any colder, it might actually start to snow!” Polnareff turned back to the burnt out fire, the sound of Avdol’s amusement still filling the air behind him. “Ha ha, yes, very funny. But please, go back to sleep so at least one of us two is well rested.”

Avdol fell silent after a short while, his laughter dying down. Polnareff thought that maybe he should ask Avdol to have Magician’s Red relight the fire. It would only take a little of his time, so Polnareff was sure Avdol wouldn’t mind. Polnareff turned to face him again.

“Hey, Avdol coul-“

“Would you- oh, you go first.”

“No, no, what were you going to say?” Polnareff was curious now. Being cold could wait.

“I just was going to ask…” Avdol paused and cleared his throat. Them interrupting each other must have thrown him off. “Uh, you see… I’ve been told before that I run quite hot and seeing as you’re cold I thought that maybe… You’d like to come over here?”

“Come over there?” Polnareff asked, trying not to leap to conclusions. Polnareff hoped Avdol meant what he thought he meant. Avdol cleared his throat again.

“You know, share body heat.” Oh, he did mean what Polnareff though he did. “If that’s okay, obviously” Avdol added quickly.

“Oh no, that’s completely okay!” said Polnareff whilst standing up too fast.

When Avdol sat up and pulled his robe aside to make place for him, Polnareff hesitated. It dawned on him how intimate this whole thing was.

“We can’t have you freezing to death, can we?” Now Polnareff laughed, deciding to disregard his worries over the intimacy of the situation. It was, after all, Avdol who offered in the first place.

He sat down next to Avdol, the heavy fabric of his robe being draped over Polnareff’s shoulders. After a moment of consideration from Avdol, his arm followed too. Polnareff quickly concluded that Avdol most definitively radiated heat. The arm around his shoulders added a pleasant weight to the warmth that seeped into his skin at every point his body met Avdol’s.

When Avdol moved to lay down again he pulled Polneraff down with him. It was quiet now. All Polnareff could hear was the rhythm of Avdol’s breathing. He could feel it too, the steady rise and fall of his chest where Polnareff’s cheek was pressed to the soft beige fabric of Avdol’s shirt. And while his heart was racing, Polnareff was certain that he could fall asleep in minutes like this.

“What was it that you were going to say?” asked Avdol after a while.

“Hmm?” Polnareff blinked, not finding it in himself to lift his head to try and look at Avdol.

“When you were sitting at the fire. You were going to say something.”

“Oh. I was… just going to complain about the temperature again.” Avdol hums in response. Polnareff didn’t see the need to mention Magician’s Red now. This was better than a fire.

“You have cold hands.” Avdol said, laying his warm one over Polnareff’s.

Polnareff was glad that Avdol couldn’t see his face because he was sure he was blushing furiously at this point.

But it was nice to feel this warm, this comfortable. Their journey wasn’t an easy one and it would continue to grow harder as they approached Dio, but right now, Polnareff was more than content.

He hadn’t even expected to be alive past his quest for revenge, but he was glad he was.

And as they both started to fall asleep under the light stars and the moon, Polnareff secretly hoped that they’d spend more nights not sleeping at hotels.

#avpolapril2023 #avpol #my first time posting fanfic #i'll post this to ao3 when i figure out how that works #my writing

[wellthebardsdead]

Riiju-Lei: *blinks awake looking around to see he’s back in Tel Mithryn* I- what?… what happened I-ohmnnn- *shifts uncomfortably as Kaidan suddenly wipes a wet cloth across his face cleaning him of the blood and ash*

Kaidan: shhh, it’s okay… you… You fainted I… *pulls the cloth away and frowns seeing how much blood leaked from his eye* I- y-you went on a rampage, it was like you were trying to fight someone who wasn’t really there…

Riiju-Lei: I?… what? No I… I killed Ildari and then-

Taliesin: you were yourself until you… absorbed the energy? From her heart stone I… your hands…

Riiju-Lei: *looks at his hands as mounting confusion and horror suddenly fills him* I?… *looks at the now dark and sharp nails contrasted by pinkish red finger tips* I? N-no I- I chose Voryns voice, I chose him wh-why am I changing what’s happening to me?

Kaidan: *genuinely unnerved seeing him so afraid, actually afraid* w-we don’t know I- y-you were using some strange ass magic. You were teleporting all around the cave throwing fireballs and shooting some type of energy out of your eye like you were attacking someone.

Inigo: we thought you were attacking us at first!

Lucien: and then you just… self destructed… your whole body just went up in flames and you nearly brought the entire cave down on top of us…

Riiju-Lei: I… I did?… I- *looks around at his friends as tears well up in his eyes and his lip quivers, an indescribable pain in his chest he didn’t even feel when his parents died now taking over him* I- I- *chokes back a sob as he starts to cry* o-oh, m-my friends, I- I *voice cracking as he covers his face* I’m s-so sorry! I’m so sorry!

Team Dragonborn: *all huddle around him hugging him gently, all of them very afraid for their friend*

Taliesin: *brushes his hair out of his face* shhh, it’s okay… we’ll figure this out, I promised we would…

*Meanwhile*

Nerevar: *clad in his golden armour, readying to set off to find his voryn*

Captain Veleth: *kneels* lord nerevar allow some of my men to accompany you and your ordinators. Solstheim is a dangerous place right now. Between the ash spawn, the dragon attacks, and now people disappearing in their sleep and werebear attacks along the coast-

Nerevar: rise, captain.

Captain Veleth: *stands to attention*

Nerevar: I appreciate your offer, but it’d be best for your men to stay here and rest. After constant attacks to the bulwark I’m certain you especially need time to recuperate as well. *holds back his mowhawk and slides on his helmet* I assure you I will be fine…

*a few days later*

Miraak: *suddenly drops out of a portal from apocrypha landing in the snow of the Skaal village* ugh-

Riiju-Lei: *drops out of the portal landing on top of him* Ugh! *rolls off of him in pain having knocked the air out of himself* f-fuck. *gasps for breath as he grabs his sword and shakily grapples himself onto miraak again, holding his sword up over his head with one hand, and his throat with the other* Live. Or die. Your choice… swear loyalty to me- or… *looks down and the bloodied man beneath him, already submitted to him* … *looks back at his sword then down at him* oh god… what am I doing… *sets the blade down and climbs off of him* im a healer I’m… I… I lost control again…

Miraak: I could tell… I realised at points when I was talking to you… and when I was talking to the demon attempting to control you… but even still. *sits up, grunting in pain and clutching his side* you fought bravely… id be honoured to swear my loyalty to you dragonborn just… let me be on my feet if you do decide to kill me…

Riiju-Lei: I… I-I won’t kill you I saved you I’m not about to kill you… I just-

???: LEILEI!!!

Riiju-Lei: *looks up to see his friends running to them* my friends… *pauses feeling a sudden warmth in his chest, happiness, love…* My Friends!!! H-Heh-Haha! *staggers to his feet to greet them only to be left staring in confusion at them as they all stop just short of him, staring behind him at something or… someone*

???: Voryn?…

Riiju-Lei: … *turns around slowly and feels his heart skip a beat like it had never done before, as he stares at a figure clad in golden ordinator armour* I?… guess I am… who are?… you?…

Nerevar: *removes his helmet showing his pretty blue eyes and golden skin as he holds out his hand to him* Someone whose waited a long… long time to see you again. I’m-

Riiju-Lei: *not even realising he’s crying, whole body trembling as if hundreds of years worth of emotions are suddenly flooding through him and the voice of dagoth ur is drowned out in his head with memories of someone else’s… of his own… of his life before* … Someone… *takes his hand in his as his body slowly returns to his former handsome beauty, only his third eye remaining as any proof of his past life’s mistakes* …I… loved…

#voryn dagoth #riiju lei dragonborn #Dunmer dragonborn #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #Lucien skyrim #indoril nerevar #miraak #nerevar #dagoth ur #skyrim Taliesin

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 11

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You watch through the window, frosted at the corners like a Hallmark Christmas card. You can’t deny that the snow is beautiful as it gleams beneath the streetlights but can it slow down? You feel yourself buried deeper with each spiraling flake.

It’s almost eight and there’s no sign of a stop coming. The plows passed an hour ago but barely made a dent in the thick blankets. You check your app, the buses are all delayed, some routes are even out of service.

“I got snow tires but not sure they can handle this,” Bucky comes up beside you, “car’s not heavy enough. Best case scenario, we get stuck not far from here. Worst…”

“I’m s-sorry.”

“Sorry? I didn’t know you controlled the weather,” he scoffs.

“N-no, but I-I’m stuck here,” you blow out a long breath, “sorry to s-spoil your night.”

“Stuck?” He clucks, “never said that. It’s fine. Shit happens. You get to my age and it hardly even bothers you.”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“You calmed down,” he puts his hand on the window frame as he glances over at you.

You push your shoulders even higher. He’s not wrong. Your adrenaline fizzled out and now you’re just exhausted. Still, you can’t say you’re okay. Every shadow startles you as Mr. Rogers’ voice tickles the back of your mind. You’re back to watching over your shoulder.

“You’re not stuttering as bad,” he sniffs, “that’s all…”

“Sometimes it’s n-not as bad,” you agree, “s-still there though.”

“Getting cold in here,” he pulls his grip from the window frame and hugs himself, “how’re you doing? I got some extra slippers. A sweater?”

“Good,” you wave him off, “n-not that bad.”

He doesn’t say anything. You feel him watching you. He exhales through his nostrils and steps back on his heel.

“You’re damn stubborn,” he mutters.

“I–” you stop yourself. Arguing would just prove his point. And you are stubborn.

If only he knew how long you’ve stayed in a bad situation, thinking you could outpace it, that you could overcome it. Again and again. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.

“So are y-you,” you say.

His response is unexpected. He laughs. He backs up, leaving you to watch the incessant snowfall.

“Yeah, I am,” he confesses.

You don’t answer. No comment is better than any that pops into your head. You continue to stare out hopelessly.

“You should let your parents know you won’t be home,” he suggests as pages flutter.

“I’m an a-adult,” you spin and lean on the window ledge, “they…”

…won’t care. You don’t say that out loud either.

“Never said you weren’t. Only figured,” he clicks on the tiny book light again.

“Uh, th-thanks,” you shuffle to the couch, well away from him and sit. You pull your phone, ignoring how the temperature nips at your fingers. You texted your mom an hour ago. She left you on read. Not even a thumbs up. “This should c-clear up s-soon.”

He snorts and looks over his book, “you really believe that?”

You meet his gaze and shake your head. He smirks and closes his book. He puts it on the armrest and stands.

“Come on, let me get you settled in,” he turns his palms out.

“Wh-what?”

“Sure, got a guest room upstairs. No point in you taking the couch. It’s stiff,” he explains, “I should have enough wood in the garage to get the fireplace going. Never really bother with it, too much work.”

“Uh, oh, o-okay,” you stand, “th-thanks.”

“You know, I am a nice guy. Or can be,” he leads you through the doorway. “If you’d just moved over a tiny bit–”

“W-what? I… the b-bookstore? You c-could’ve asked. You d-didn’t say e-excuse me,” you counter.

He grips the railing as he starts up the staircase ahead of you. “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. I forgot my manners. Thank you, Miss Etiquette.”

“N-no, th-thank you,” you return tritely, “finally, y-you apologised.”

“Me?” He exclaims as he climbs, peeking over his shoulder, “you called me an old man.”

“I d-did.”

He’s quiet as he continues to the top. He stops on the landing and turns back to you. You step up level to him, well, not quite.

“Hm,” his lips thin, “I guess you weren’t wrong.”

“I w-wasn’t,” you proclaim proudly.

“Watch yourself,” he warns with a wag of his finger.

“S-sorry, I wouldn’t w-want to raise y-your b-blood pressure,” you tease.

He hesitates, almost flinching.

“Are you calling me old again?” He tilts his head.

You smile and shrug. His eyes narrow and his brow drops. He waves you off and turns on his heel.

“Right, your room is this way.” He directs you down the short hallway and taps a closed door, “I’ll grab you an extra blanket and something to sleep in.”

“You g-go to bed th-this early?”

He glowers as he faces you again, “no.”

“S-sorry, I-I’ll stop,” you put your hands up, “I ap-ap-appreciate it.”

“So,” he turns the knob without look and nudges the door open, “I’ll just go get that fire goaded and then we can figure out dinner. You hungry? I’m starving.”

“Er, yeah,” you say sheepishly, “but I… you d-don't need t-to.”

“Come on, don't,” he dismisses your protest, “you can pay me back.”

“Ah, I g-guess.”

“Stay for the recording,” he insists, “please. Let's get through episode one before you tuck tail.”

“T-tuck tail?” You blink.

“Not to say… I only,” he stops himself, “I'm asking nicely. I'm not used to begging, you know?”

You press your lips tight and look away, “I'll th-think about it.”

“Right, well you got a whole night to think,” he says, “so, uh, yeah, the fire.”

He spins and before you can react, he's halfway to the stairs. You watch him go as you blindly reach for the door, letting your hand rest on the wood lightly as he disappears below.

Mercurial, that's the word for it. You always wanted to fit that in somewhere. It's almost poetic but in the flesh, it's entirely confounding.

#series #au #marvel #mcu #drabble #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #silver lining #silverfox au #winter soldier #avengers

[mythiczer0]

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Hello - ☆ Ah hi there!~ I'm pretty new to posting here. Oh? Hehe! My apologies. My name is Zero.. I hope to befriend everyone

Chat: Tickles | hehehe... oh?- what am I writing. Ah.. uhm.. just a few thoughts! Nothing mu— hey give me that. — *scowl* yes. I do like tickles. Its comforting to me now give— EEP!-

Chat: Singing | SEKAI I DE ICHIBAN OHIMA SA M— oh. Uh *click* you witnessed nothing! You want me to sing for you?. Oh. No problem! What song?

Chat: Writing | Hm.. I haven't traumatized this character enough. But what should I do? Wait a minute.. OH- i forgot about my literary analysis! UGHH why is my own creative writing better than my actual school work?!

When it rains | Cold— cold , cold. COLD! *achoo!* I need to get inside.. its alot better when it rains when you're indoors.

When it snows | Oh my gosh! Its snowing. Its actually snowing! I haven't seen snow in forever! I am going out immediately!!

When its night | Goodnight! Love you!~ oh? Am i going to bed? I cant really sleep. Don't worry. I will later

When its morning | Hm..? Oh . Goodmorning! How long have i been up?- 4 am. Cool right?. What do you mean i have 'sleeping issues' ?!? 😡

Favorite food | Ramen... spicy rame— I.. thats mine! Let me eat it!!

Least favorite food | I don't give a shit if you hold me hostage at this dinner table i am NOT eating a single vegetable!

When sick | *COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH* wh..? No.. . Im not barking you idiot

About me : Academics | i hate being an honors student sometimes.. why do all these kids love math? The formula for bar notation is ass i tell you! I love my english 1 teacher though.. hm? Im not in highschool ehe- I'm in 7th grade

About me: Hyperfix | genshin or twst.. genshin or twst.. or pjsk... genshin.. or twst.. I LOVE THEM ALL WAHHH

Drawing | I hate this.. oh? You like the drawing? I can show more. Just don't scroll past— hey! I told you not to! . . . You don't find my object ocs cringe? Target i can ramble to!!! So—

About @chibimochii | I love their art! Ehe! Look at this. Isnt it pretty?

About @ticklystuff | *gets rlly cozy in blanket casually reading fanfics just because*

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Okay okay- i wanted to join. I may not be mutuals. But . Tagging everyone i wanna show appreciation to that inspired me to start this account @eunchancorner @ticklystuff @the-gingerbread-lee @xiaosstepstool @dannystheone

@fluffy-ami @tickly-trashcan

@chibimochii @ticklystuff @otomiyaa

#profile tag game #tickles #tag game #genshin impact

[taruruchi]

ᴛᴀʀᴜᴄʜɪ: ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇʟɪɴᴇs & ᴄʜᴀᴛs

Note: I know MCs don't usually have voice lines but 🤺 I'm giving her voicelines. There are no rules in this household. You also don't understand how unexpectedly long it took me to come up with a chat for Azul . And I'm an Azul simp

❜ ─ VOICELINES ─ ❛

Tutorial: Oh, are you lost? Yeah, same... No, just kidding! Sure, I'll show you around.

Level Up 1: Does this mean I can use magic now? ...No? Well, it was worth a shot.

Level Up 2: Pretty surprising for a magicless human to get higher grades than a lot of people, huh?

Level Up 3: I bet you I could beat all these people if I had magic.

Level Max: I might not have magic but I think I'm at least more familiar with it! Now, if I could just steal someone's pen... Kidding!

Vignette Level Up: Hey, I know I don't say it enough, or even at all, but... I really do appreciate the friendship we have.

Spell Level Up: It's pretty fun learning about a completely new world.

Uncapped: At this point, I should just replace one of the housewardens... No, never mind, they'd kill me. Except Idia, I bet he'd be glad.

Groovification: I'm in the mood for fun! Heyo, wanna do something together? You can decide what it is, I trust your judgment and taste.

Lesson Select 1: I'm sleepy... Do you think I can sleep through the next class?

Lesson Select 2: The duality of history class is real. It can be interesting but so boring at the same time. How is that possible?

Lesson Select 3: Please don't pick flight class. I can't sleep and I have to exercise? What a nightmare.

Lesson Start: Do you have your stuff ready?

Lesson Finish: Can I go back to my room now?

Battle Start: I have a feeling you're gonna regret this...

Battle Won: You shouldn't rush into fights you can't win.

❜ ─ CHATS ─ ❛

Perfect Blend

Riddle: Taruchi, there will be an Unbirthday party tomorrow afternoon.

Riddle: Would you like to come?

Taruchi: Will you let me have coffee instead of tea?

Riddle: But why? Unbirthday parties are essentially and traditionally tea parties.

Taruchi: I just haven't found the right blend of tea, and sweetened coffee is just good!

Riddle: Is that so? If that's the case, we just need to find the perfect blend for you.

Riddle: So come to the party tomorrow, all right?

Sleeping Spot

Taruchi: Leona, I have to admit something.

Leona: Are you about to admit you actually like me and were just in denial before?

Taruchi: What? No. That's stupid.

Taruchi: I wanted to say that sleeping under a tree is surprisingly relaxing.

Taruchi: It's very peaceful. So I also wanted to apologize for interrupting your sleep when you were under the trees.

Taruchi: Only for those times. This is a truce just because I see the appeal.

Leona: Hmph. You finally came to your senses, Herbivore.

Unexpected Idea

Azul: You're in luck today, Taruchi. I have you to thank for my latest business idea.

Taruchi: Should I be worried?

Azul: Not at all! I came here to give you my thanks. I owe you.

Taruchi: That's nice and all, but... I already don't like where this is going.

Azul: Because of your explanation of "gacha games", I had the idea of employing a similar method for an event in the Mostro Lounge.

Taruchi: No. Stop. I already don't like this.

Taruchi: You're becoming just like my worst enemies! The companies that run gacha games...

Homesick

Taruchi: *sigh* This place is way too cold for me.

Kalim: Were you from somewhere with hotter temperatures?

Taruchi: Yeah, it was much warmer than here.

Kalim: In that case, why don't you visit Scarabia? It never snows there!

Taruchi: True, I've always felt more comfortable whenever I visit your dorm.

Taruchi: Are you sure you don't mind?

Kalim: Not at all! We can even have a sleepover!

Kalim: I'll ask Jamil to prepare for our sleepover tonight!

Taruchi: Wait, I didn't even agree yet—

Unhealthy Habits

Vil: Taruchi, did you stay up late again?

Taruchi: Wh— How did you know?

Vil: If I know one thing about you, it's that you have the bad habit of staying up late.

Vil: It's also evident on your face.

Taruchi: What? I thought I looked normal.

Vil: That's because you're used to that look.

Vil: So, I've created a regimen that you must follow every day.

Vil: I'll keep checking up on you until it's engraved in your memory.

Taruchi: Man, what... I mean— Thank you, Vil.

Free Pass

Taruchi: Hey, Idia.

Idia: T-Taruchi. What are you doing here?

Taruchi: I was wondering if I could be something like... an honorary Ignihyde student.

Idia: What...? What do you even mean?

Taruchi: Please give me free access to Ignihyde and its Wi-Fi. Please?

Taruchi: Ramshackle doesn't have Wi-Fi—I'm dying out here!

Idia: I don't know if I have the power to make you... What did you call it? Well, whatever.

Idia: But I can give you the Wi-Fi password. Just because you're one of the decent people here.

Idia: And... you know. You can stay in Ignihyde. Just remember we have strict boundaries.

Taruchi: Yeah, obviously. Me too. Anywhoozle, thanks, bestie!

Late Nights

Taruchi: Mal-Mal, I know I stay up really late but...

Taruchi: Do you really have to visit me at two in the morning? That's prime bed time.

Malleus: I apologize, Child of Man. I fail to realize what time it is, given that time moves differently for humans and fae.

Malleus: I was also not aware of the “prime bed time.”

Taruchi: That's fine, I'm not that mad.

Taruchi: But could you at least visit me, like... seven hours earlier?

Malleus: ...Of course. The next time I visit, I will come earlier.

Taruchi: Why did that sound unsure...?

#☆ taruchi talks ocs 💭 #☆ the lost girl: mini taruchi 💙