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I have … a tip.

If you’re writing something that involves an aspect of life that you have not experienced, you obviously have to do research on it. You have to find other examples of it in order to accurately incorporate it into your story realistically.

But don’t just look at professional write ups. Don’t stop at wikepedia or webMD. Look up first person accounts.

I wrote a fic once where a character has frequent seizures. Naturally, I was all over the wikipedia page for seizures, the related pages, other medical websites, etc.

But I also looked at Yahoo asks where people where asking more obscure questions, sometimes asked by people who were experiencing seizures, sometimes answered by people who have had seizures.

I looked to YouTube. Found a few individual videos of people detailing how their seizures usually played out. So found a few channels that were mostly dedicated to displaying the daily habits of someone who was epileptic.

I looked at blogs and articles written by people who have had seizures regularly for as long as they can remember. But I also read the frantic posts from people who were newly diagnosed or had only had one and were worried about another.

When I wrote that fic, I got a comment from someone saying that I had touched upon aspects of movement disorders that they had never seen portrayed in media and that they had found representation in my art that they just never had before. And I think it’s because of the details. The little things.

The wiki page for seizures tells you the technicalities of it all, the terminology. It tells you what can cause them and what the symptoms are. It tells you how to deal with them, how to prevent them.

But it doesn’t tell you how some people with seizures are wary of holding sharp objects or hot liquids. It doesn’t tell you how epileptics feel when they’ve just found out that they’re prone to fits. It doesn’t tell you how their friends and family react to the news.

This applies to any and all writing. And any and all subjects. Disabilities. Sexualities. Ethnicities. Cultures. Professions. Hobbies. Traumas. If you haven’t experienced something first hand, talk to people that have. Listen to people that have. Don’t stop at the scholarly sources. They don’t always have all that you need.

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New York City - New York - USA (by Diana Robinson)

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Something that literally changed my life was working with a friend on a coding thing. He was helping me create an auto rig script and was trying to explain something to me but his words were just turning into static in my brain. I was tired and confused and there was so many new concepts happening.

I could feel myself working toward a crying meltdown and was getting preemptively ashamed of what was about to happen when he said, “Hey, are you someone who benefits from breaks?”

It broke me.

Did I benefit from breaks? I didn’t know. I’d never taken them.

When a problem frustrated or upset me I just gritted my teeth and plowed through the emotional distress because eventually if you batter and flail at something long enough you figure it out. So what if you get bruised on the way.

I viscerally remembered in that moment being forced to sit at the table late into the night with my dad screaming at me, trying to understand math. I remembered taking that with me into adulthood and having breakdowns every week trying to understand coding. I could have taken a break? Would it help? I didn’t know! I’d never taken one!

“Yes,” I told him. We paused our call. I ate lunch. I focused on other stuff for half an hour. I came back in a significantly better state of mind, and the thing he’d been trying to explain had been gently cooking in the back of my head and seemed easier to understand.

Now when I find myself gritting my teeth at problems I can hear his gentle voice asking if I benefit from breaks. Yes, dear god, yes why did I never get taught breaks? Why was the only way I knew to keep suffering until something worked?

I was relating to this same friend recently my roadtrip to the redwoods with my wife. “We stopped every hour or so to get out and stretch our legs and switch drivers. It was really nice. When I was a kid we’d just drive twelve hours straight and not stop for anything, just gas. We’d eat in the car and power through.”

He gave a wry smile, immediately connecting the mindset of my parents on a road trip to what they’d instilled in me about brute forcing through discomfort. “Do you benefit from breaks?” he echoed, drawing my attention to it, making me smile with the same sad acknowledgement.

Take breaks. You’re allowed. You don’t have to slam into problems over and over and over, let yourself rest. It will get easier. Take. Breaks.

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Bothersome beast, comforting friend

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xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

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CLUELESS (1995) Dir. Amy Heckerling

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Release

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NON/DUB-CON (please head the warnings!), unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, wear protection!), rough sex, choking, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, degradation, little bit of praise, mentions of mastrubation, mentions of murder for hire, mentions of blood, death toll: 30 (not described, just mentioned)

A/N: Sequel to By hell or high water

Nick was getting tired of your hitmen, his battle was unending and you were unyielding. Today's man was the 7th this month and including him, that made a whopping 30 people he had to kill. He didn't mind the killing or the stabbing or the beating. It was just such a bullshit waste of his time. Time he could've spent with you, on a beach or in a hotel. If only you'd fucking start behaving already.

"Why would you even take the job, if you know the mortality of it is 100%?" Nick wondered as the latest hitman laid broken at his feet.

"It's a lot of money and it's always better if I can take the money from a bitch like her." The man chuckled.

"You talk like you know her."

"I do know her, her husband used to hire me a lot in the past."

"So that's how she gets all of you so quickly."

"Listen, she knows a lot of us, her husband was always a piece of shit, so if you know what's good for you, either kill her, let her go or teach the bitch her place."

"Okay, that's enough." Nick pulled his gun and shot him.

As he made his way to his closet, he kept thinking about what the man said. Perhaps he should visit you again today. Flinging his white dress shirt, torn and dirtied with blood, in the bin, he wondered what he should do with you. And what line he was willing to cross.

~Your room~

You were sitting at the vanity preparing for bed, when the door unlocked and Nick came in, looking worse than ever before.

"Look what the cat dragged in." You smirked at your vanity, observing his movement in the mirror. You finally started inconveniencing him and it was not cute anymore.

He slowly advanced to you, holding your eyes in the reflection and before you could turn around to face him, he clasped your shoulders tightly. Tensing up, your breath hitched - maybe you finally pushed him just far enough and he was finally ready to let you go...or put you out of your misery.

"Today I had a really bad altercation with another one of your hitmen. And he said something that really made me think." His hands that gripped your shoulders started kneading your flesh. Your eyes carefully met his again as the motion took you by surpise. Nick didn't say anything, just focused on your tense muscles and as the knots that have been accumulating in your back started loosening, the moans started becoming hard to resist.

"That's right, let it out." He smirked as you started loosening underneath his fingertips. Just as your eyes closed and your mouth fell open in a deep moan, Nick made you stand up. He kicked the chair away and slammed you forward into the vanity, making quick work of his pants and flipping your nightgown up, revealing your panties. When you uncrossed your eyes from the mind-blowing massage and realized what was happening, you panicked.

"What are you doing, Nick? Stop."

"You see I realized that you have been acting like such a bitch because you're so tense. No one has fucked it out of you yet and I'm here to remedy that." In one quick and hard thrust he was buried inside of you, pushing your hips into the vanity edge and making you yelp, stopping your resistance.

"Fuck...when was the last time your piece of shit ex-husband fucked you? This is the tightest pussy I've had in a while." Nick groaned into your ear as he got accustomed to your squeezing walls. His hands travelled up your body, stopping at your clothed chest, tugging at the thin material until it tore opened, immediately rolling one of your nipples between his fingers. You trembled in front of him, your walls clenching around the intrusion, making him chuckle.

"God..." You gasped as Nick adjusted his stance, griping your hip with one hand and your throat with the other.

"Yeah, gorgeous. That's me inside you. I know you fucking love it, your pussy is dripping." Nick smirked as he whispered into your ear. The first withdraw of his cock made you take a sharp inhale as you felt something else aside from your fingers inside of you.

It was so wrong that you felt so good. His pace was brutal but with his hand around your throat and your clit rubbing against the edge of the vanity with each thrust, Nick got you where your ex hadn't had you in years. It was like an itch you were finally going to properly scratch.

"C'mon you're almost there, gorgeous. Let it go." His strokes became even harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hand grabbed his wrist that was constricting your throat.

"Harder." You groaned, however Nick didn't know which you meant - throat or pussy, so he tightened his hold on your throat and punctuated his thrusts.

"Please--" Convulsing around him, your words didn't make sense as you finally exploded, covering him and the vanity in your juices as you squirted. Hot tears cascaded down your cheeks as your entire body released all the tension you've been carrying for years.

"That's it, good girl." Nick praised as he continued his assault on your pussy, his grip on your throat still strong making catching a breath harder. And the fact that he was in control of your breathing somehow turned you on even more.

"M-More-" You choked out, reaching behind him and grabbing his ass, your nails scraping at his skin.

"Fuck, gorgeous, you're something else." He bit your shoulder.

You could feel him losing his momentum, trying to hold back as long as possible and you let out a muted chuckle. Just like his cock was ruining you, your pussy was ruining him.

A few more thrusts later, Nick moaned / whined and came inside you, squeezing your throat even harder as he spasmed, cutting off your breathing completely and triggering your second orgasm.

Panting hard, your eyes locked in the vanity mirror and he kissed the bite mark on your shoulder.

"Feeling better or do you still want to kill me?" Nick smirked. Scoffing at him, you elbowed him in his belly.

"Get off of me." You tried shaking him off, but he only took one small step back.

"You can't say that when my cum is still dripping out of your pussy." He swiped at your pussy lips and showed you his spend, before shoving his fingers in your mouth.

"I hate you." You slapped him after you spit out his cum.

"I guess you need a few more taming sessions." Nick grabbed your chin. "I won't complain, I had a lot of fun and I hate to tell you this, but you enjoyed yourself too."

Pulling his pants up, he quickly fastened his belt and headed for the door.

"Try to behave until then, I dislike having to pay my staff extra to deal with your bitchiness."

The click of the lock made you return fully to your reality. The same room, the same house, the same place you've been stuck in for months, except now your nightgown was torn and you were full of your captors cum. As you glanced at your appearance in the mirror you screamed out in anger and frustration before slamming your fist in the vanity, shattering the picture into a million pieces. Blood poured out of your wound and pain followed. Clutching your bloody hand, you collapsed on the floor, crying.

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Old feelings die hard

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader

Warnings: None 💙

It was his first match back at home. Manchester. He knew it'll be bad. He knew no one besides his mom and Jerry would be happy to see him.

Though his mind kept thinking of you.

Would you spare a kind word? A flash of a smile for him? Or maybe even a hug. But he didn't dare to hope. All he knew was that he wanted to find you. See you again.

Apologize.

So before the team got up for the morning practice, he put on his hoodie and jogged all the way to the café he knew you owned.

And there you were.

He stopped at the big window and stared at your smiling face as you prepared the shop to open. It was amazing to see you so content, and he was so proud. You really made it - you had your own coffee shop and a good one, according to Google reviews. It was a cozy place, walls lined with books and plants, all your favorite things. His will was wavering and his anxiety was rising, his chest heaving. But he needed to do this. It was now or never.

He entered the café carefully, and he heard you humming to yourself as the steamer made its normal high-pitched noise. You busied yourself around the coffee machine, completely oblivious to the fact that you had company observing your every move.

Jamie was trying to think of a way to pull you out of your world, but he couldn't think of a justifiable reason. You looked so happy, reaching for cups and different coffee beans. That is until you finally turned around to fill the cookie jar on the counter and let out a shriek of surprise as you found a person standing inside the still closed coffee shop.

"Jamie fucking Tartt. As I live and breathe." You finally smiled as you realized who was standing in front of you. Making your way around the counter you wrapped your arms around him. Jamie was taken aback by the sudden hug but once the initial shock wore off his hands grabbed your torso and brought you even closer to him.

"Matcha latte?" You asked as you sat him down at one of the tables at the back. With just one look at him, you knew feeding him coffee would be a bad idea.

"Sure."

"How have you been?" He asked as he waited and stared at you.

"Busy. You know how it is." You flashed him a smile, but didn't linger. "How have you been? I saw that Richmond is making stride, congrats!"

"Yeah..." Jamie didn't sound as confident or cocky as you were used to, so your head immediately snapped back from the matcha and you finally took him in. Properly this time. Before, you just assumed it might be before-game-jitters.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" You asked concerned.

"I've been meaning to contact you for a while now." He paused and met your eyes. "I've been a shit person. You didn't deserve it and I never got to say it when I got the chance, but...I love you. I always have. Since that day that you pushed me down in the forest and sat on me because I was being a cocky little prick." You smiled at that.

"I wish I could take all the bad stuff back. I wouldn't have hurt you. And I wouldn't have left. I am so sorry." Jamie hung his head.

"That must've been weighing on you for a long time." You replied with a pause. What he was talking about was something you didn't think about that often. Of course being the girlfriend of a young football star and then being left very abruptly phased you and impacted your future relationships, but therapy helped a lot. It's not just that Jamie was a prick, no sugarcoating needed there, but you weren't a sunshine either. "Jamie, we both weren't great people - we were still basically teenagers. You were going pro in football and I was going abroad for university. We would have broken up eventually or someone would have cheated and I think while the execution was not great, you did the only right thing. So, I hold absolutely no hard feelings for you." You smiled and he finally lifted his head to look at you.

"As for the confession about love...why don't you first get into the good graces of Manchester and then we can talk, I don't plan on jeopardizing my entire life because the man I want to date is hated by the whole fucking city."

"Wait...would you want to go on a date with me?" Jamie asked, looking shocked.

"Well, I'm single and the only guy I ever really loved in my life just said that he still loves me, so I guess so?" You grinned.

"Can I kiss you?" Jamie stood up from his seat, with a little more pep and you nodded, stepping closer to him with a ridiculous smile on your face. It was like muscle memory when your lips met and suddenly all the other guys made sense - you never liked kissing them as much as Jamie. Your therapist offered that idea to you but it dawned on you just now.

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Fate

Pairing: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, obsession, attemped murder, actual murder, mentions of knives, one forced kiss, Feyd believes in his dreams & calls it fate 🙈

Feyd-Rautha smirked to himself as one of his guards rushed to tell him the news of the dead soldier. The guard graveled as his Lord excused himself from the meeting and casually strolled out of the room. It was time for sleep anyway.

If the soldier is dead, that means she probably took his knife. Feyd continued smiling as he approached the locked room you were kept in. My Little mouse.

As the door opened you clutched the knife behind your back and anxiously waited for your captor to enter the wretched room. You observed him as he entered and discarded his clothes, your eyes sneaking to the little gadget that prevents him from getting stabbed. Either he was oblivious or he was confident. Either way, this predicament you were in ends tonight.

You tried masking your breathing as he slowly advanced to you, your anxiety (or was it fear?) rising with each one of his steps. He seemed relaxed and that was your cue. Masterfully, you brought the knife out from behind your back and with all your strength plunged it at his abdomen.

Your victory, if you could call it that, was short lived as you realized that while the knife made impact, it made impact with his hand. You stared at his grip on the knife, clutching the blade as blood slowly dripped from it. His face was twisted in delight. And even though you were afraid, you hoped that your captivity will still come to an end, this time by the hands of your captor.

He easily pulled the knife out of your hands, as he sensed your defeat. Feyd chuckled at your boldness, you actually had the gall to try and kill the na-Baron. He already knew you were a good and sly fighter, but he didn't realize you were also this brave. He observed your demeanor and he realized you were hoping to get killed. Maybe escape was not on your mind.

"Don't worry, little mouse. I won't hurt you." He smirked. "Yet." He kept his eyes glued to yours as he discarded the knife and licked his blood-stained hand. He loved the sweet metal aftertaste the blood left behind in his mouth.

"I hate you."

"I know." His chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. Like he found it so amusing.

"Why are you doing this then?" You gestured to the long chains that were shackled to your wrists. "Why am I here?"

"Because I want you." Feyd spoke so matter-of-factly, like it made complete sense. He breached the small distance between the two of you and stared into your eyes. "For the past couple of years, I dreamt of a figure that will lead me to becoming Emperor. She was by my side as the houses bowed down to me."

As he spoke, you recognized the dream. You've had it as well, on repeat for the last year. Feyd smirked as he saw your recognition.

"She was always hidden by a mask, her face just out of my reach. But then I took control of Arrakis, and this sand finally unveiled her." He took a dramatic pause. Like he didn't already know what the next sentence out of his mouth would be. "It was you."

"So I searched for you until I found you." Feyd caressed your hair, as if you were the most precious thing in his possession.

"Let me get this straight, because of a reoccurring dream you decided to kidnap me and keep me locked in here?" Your face hardened in disgust, flinching away slightly.

"Not a dream. Fate."

"I didn't peg you for one of those people that believe in fate."

"You're the reason why I believe in fate."

"And now what? What's your plan?" You barked.

"I'll keep you here until you submit. Until I can have you by my side, willingly. And then we take what is ours." His voice dropped to almost a whisper, and his hand traveled from your hair to your chin, gripping it tightly and lifting your chin up. You wanted to turn away as it became too overwhelming, but his lips came crashing down on yours. You felt as if he consumed you. It was too much, but Feyd's hands enveloped you, bringing you even closer together.

He couldn't get enough of you. You had a taste to you that he couldn't place. Something foreign but at the same time familiar. It was as if you were his own personal drug that he took for the first time.

Your hands pushed up against his bare chest, trying to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. So you bit him hard, drawing blood, and finally, he let you go, with the softest moan leaving his lips. You weren't under any pretense - he let you push him away. For what reason, you weren't sure, but you were glad he was a safe distance away. You willed yourself to swallow the bile that rose in your throat as his blood left a bitter taste in your cavity.

Feyd ran his fingers over his lips and sucked the blood from them. He smirked, his teeth stained with his own blood. "You really like hurting me today, Little mouse. I like this side of you."

"Take the cuffs off, and maybe you'll like me even more." You challenged, your voice shaky as you were still trying to catch your breath.

"Please, give me some credit. I may be reckless and up for a good fight, but you still killed your guard and took his knife, hoping to do the same to me. I'd be downright stupid if I let you out of those cuffs." Feyd chuckled, and he walked past you towards the only bed in the otherwise nearly empty space.

"Come now, it's time for bed."

"I'm not tired."

"That wasn't a suggestion." His voice was harder, like he was warning you. In your mind you knew, but you felt stubborn, especially after this whole debacle. So, you refused to move. Feyd didn't hear your footsteps, and he slowly turned his head to glance at you from over his shoulder. You could see how his back strained.

"You have one more chance to listen. If you don't, I will not be lenient, no matter what fate tells me." Feyd spoke in an ominous voice, and it made you rethink your choice. Slowly, you made your way towards him, and he slowly entered the bed, with you following him.

This has become a routine for you. Every night, Feyd would come back, and he would sleep next to you, holding some part of you. Most of the time, he held your hand, but tonight, he pulled you close and tucked you under his chin, inhaling your scent.

And just like any other night, while Feyd-Rautha slept peacfully, you didn't sleep a wink.

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Look at you

Pairing: Captain Hydra x Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, 18+, Steve is not a good guy in this, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of fighting, murder in self-defense, mentions of blood, stabbing, cursing, threats, intimidation, smut (non-con, unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, make sure you’re using protection), rough sex, praising, degradation, multiple creampies, excessive cum, fingering, multiple rounds, passing out during sex). 😬

A/N: This is a VERY DARK work of FICTION, please DO NOT READ if any of the warnings trigger you, you are a minor or you find any of them disturbing. 🙏

Steve has been observing the scene from the shadows. He liked playing with his food first and you looked absolutely delicious. Prim and proper woman, with your perfectly pressed white shirt, now sporting crumpled sleeves from when his men grabbed you and brought you to him.

He loved seeing the fight-or-flight response live. There was something so satisfying seeing all thoughts running through his victims’ head as if they didn’t know they were so transparent. In most cases everyone’s first instinct was to flee from seven potential assailants, but then there was you.

It was almost liberating to see you scanning the room for something. Everyone’s eyes stopped at the door, but yours skipped through it as if you knew escape wasn’t an option.

Steve was surprised when your eyes stopped at the corner of the room where the pool sticks were neatly put away after yesterday’s game of pool. Shoving one of the men away you made a beeline for the sticks, kicking back at another man as he grabbed at your hips to stop you and grabbing one of the sticks before breaking it over your knee.

After that it was like watching a play at the opera. His men fell one by one, some were stabbed, some were unconscious and the last one was pinned to the wall. You thought you had won. If you could call killing people a win…Your victory was short-lived as clapping pulled you out of your trans.

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All kings fall

Pairing: ex-Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Uprising, getting caught, death toll: 4 so far, forced kiss

A/N: Part 2 :)

The day of coronation arrived. The plan was set in detail and the decoys were ready. Just as Leo predicted there was more than one volunteer. In fact, there were so many, you had to choose who will join you in the first line of defense.

“I think you’re supposed to be downstairs and give a speech.” Bucky joked as he joined you on the rooftop of the HQ. You glanced at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say. We all know why we’re doing this and what is in store for us.” You exhaled, nerves getting the better of you.

“Steve usually always gave a talk.” Bucky reminisced.

“I don’t think that’s the best comparison given the situation.”

“Perhaps, but at one point in our lifetime, he was good. I think we could all follow the lead of that man.”

You clicked your tongue at that.

“I know Steve loved you. You brought him back to the present and he saved me. There is still some good in him.” He pressed.

“Bucky!” You yelled in frustration, shutting him up. “You need to stop thinking that the Steve you knew is still alive. There’s no Steve, there’s just Captain Hydra. He didn’t save you because you’re his best friend, but because he wanted to use you in his own way.” Sharply inhaling, you continued. “And he certainly didn’t love me. Not in the way you are trying to convince me. He played a role and deceived us all. He killed Tony and took control of his technology, twisting it into this killing machine that is now killing people that your soldiers called family. Steve is dead. All there’s left is the man that needs to be overthrown and possibly killed.”

“Look. I get what you are trying to say, but I will always have his back. If it means that I need to catch him and throw him in prison to set him straight, that’s what I will try to do.”

“Even if it’ll get you killed.”

“Hey, some gamble still needs to be present.” Bucky smiled and you returned his smile.

“Come on, let’s get our soldiers and let’s start this uprising.” He said after a few moments of silence.

~The decoy squad~

Looking at the volunteers, you wondered about their lives before Steve turned evil. Thinking back to 17 days before, you looked at Timothy.

“Ma’am, I lost my parents, my friends and I don’t want their deaths to be in vain. We are at war and we are fighting for our lives. It’ll be my pleasure to fight by your side and it’ll be my honor to die for the cause.” Timothy said as the first volunteer. He still wore his friend’s army jacket. Several people stood up then and formed a line. Your jaw quivered, these were people that lost everything because of your ex-boyfriend and they were ready to give their lives in order to get back their independence. Even if it only meant dying on their own terms.

“So…” you coughed, gaining everyone’s attention. “Bucky joked that I should give a speech. But I feel like that will be too basic. But maybe right now, that’s what we need – to feel a bit basic.” Pausing and meeting Bucky’s eyes, you continued.

“I know you all know what we’re walking into. In the best scenario we will be captured and thrown into prison. In the most probable case we will die. I’m aware that you know this. But I just wanted to say thank you for standing here. For going through the last eight months with us. Thank you for trusting us and I hope that we will see the end of this resistance. I pray that we will be successful.”

Everyone nodded and a few said their own prayer.

~In the city – coronation~

“Captain, the festivities are beginning. It’s time for us to make an appearance.” Thompson entered Steve’s penthouse overlooking the city.

“Perfect. Are the agents stationed around the venue?”

“Yes. I made sure that only the best are on guard.”

“Then let’s make me king, shall we?” Steve smirked.

King Steve. It had a nice ring to it. When he first thought of it, he thought it was tacky. But if history taught him anything is that a man can do whatever he wants, if he submits everything and everyone to his will. And he did that. So why not make himself king? There hasn’t been a king of the US ever. Might as well start a kingdom.

Taking the podium, he looked at his followers and the people too afraid to fight back. He smirked again, taking in a deep breath.

“Thank you for joining me today. Today will go down in history of the new world as I declare America as a kingdom and myself as king.”

“You can’t do that!” Someone in the crowd yelled. Steve chuckled and suddenly a bullet shot out of thin air, shooting the woman that interrupted the speech.

“Does anyone want to say anything else?” Steve smiled again, taunting the people before him. “Guess not. Then let’s continue.” He walked to the chest that stood on the podium.  Taking the gold crown from it, he put it on his head and walked back to the microphone.

“I do promise to be a merciful ruler.” Pausing for dramatic effect, he continued. “As long as you stay in line.”

“Let the festivities begin.” Steve smiled as cannons shot out confetti. As the first blast shot out, Steve felt a bullet pierce his shoulder. Immediately Brock and Thompson were next to him, all three observing their surroundings.

Suddenly a rain of bullets shot out from different directions, all targeting the podium. Thompson was the first one to fall, however Brock and Steve were too quick. Brock used Thompson as a shield, to jump off the podium and into the mass of people. The bullets stopped and Steven was quick on his feet, running in the direction from which the first bullet was fired.

He could see his agents running in the other directions and he knew that whoever was stupid enough to try and attack will soon be captured and dealt with. He will make an example of them. As he made it out of the crowd, he knew he’ll be an open target, but Steve also knew that the shooter will also reveal their location. He will gladly make himself a target to get his hands on the traitor.

Like clockwork, he heard the shot and evaded the bullet just in the nick of time.

“Whoever you are, you’re not very smart. Don’t you know who I am?” Steve taunted.

“I know you’re somewhere close.” He smirked, making the shooter nervous as they moved from their position. Unfortunately, Steve was quicker and as the shooter stood up, a kick was dealt at their side. The man collapsed, clutching his side as the rib broke from the impact.

“You must be stupid to think that you’d outrun and outsmart a super soldier.”

“Boss. You won’t believe who I just caught.” Brock’s voice called from the ear piece.

“I caught one too. Make sure that whoever is still alive, stays alive. I want answers and I want to make sure something like this never happens again.” Steve responded back and grabbed the man lying on the ground.

~Penthouse~

“Well, well, Sweetheart, I thought I’d never see you again.” You froze as you heard his voice again. It’s been eight months, but his voice still made you freeze. Steve deposited a bloodied Timothy next to you and sat on his couch. Motioning to Brock, he dragged you in front of Steve.

“I knew we’d meet again.” He leaned down to stare at you. Defiantly you raised your chin.

“Congratulations, maybe you should open a psychics shop and do readings for other people.”

“I see you still have a mouth on you.” Steve leaned back, unamused.

“Did you think I’d magically change my personality?”

“Well, I hoped that you’d come to your senses by now and join me.”

“That will never happen.” You glared at him.

“I can be quite persuasive. Besides, your little revolt failed, what’s left for you now?” He chuckled at your resistance.

“I will never stand by your side again, Steve.”

“It’s King Steve, even to you.” Steve grabbed your chin, kissing you forcefully.

“I would rather die than to call you that.” You spat at him.

“Get used to it, Sweetheart. This is the new reality.” He smirked at you.

“Don’t you know your history? All kings fall and you will too.”

“I’m tired of your bullshit.” Motioning again to Brock, he picked you up by your tied wrists. “Get her out of my sight. Once she’s ready to behave, you can bring her back.”

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So...yes, I will write another part at least :D I am finally having some fun with writing again 💙 Inspiration today was this song :)

[scandinavianfairytale]

This has Stranger Things' Eddie witten all over it 💙

Hanging out with the only other metalhead from your small town, lost in the middle of nowhere: a moodboard

Ps: he's definitely secretly in love with you

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And so we pray

Pairing: ex Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Tony dies in this, betrayal, plotting of a revolt, planning to over-throw the Hydra goverment

A/N: Part 1 😁

You sighed as you laid on the roof of the building that you called home and HQ for the past seven months. Laying the ground work after the epic betrayal was hard. Harder than anything you experienced as an ex-Shield agent.

Up until that moment Steve Rogers turned into Captain Hydra, right before your eyes.

Closing your eyes, you could still see that moment. As if it’s burned into your head.

Everything went exactly as planned and now the world was safe.

"We won Steve." You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him with excitement. He held you close, smiling into the kiss.

"Guys, something's wrong..." Tony's voice broke your kiss. Stepping away from Steve and coming to Tony's side, you glanced at the computer screen. The previously disabled guns were now activating again.

"How is this happening, didn't we overwrite the system?"

"We did, Steve-" The sentence was cut off when a blade pierced his abdomen. Your horrified gaze settled on Steve and for a second, time stood still as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. Tony fell on the floor, blood pouring out of his wound and mouth, but still no words left your mouth.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Doll." Steve smirked and cupped your trembling face. You blinked rapidly, flinching away from his touch, but still refusing to process what was happening.

"Y-you need to r-run." Tony stammered only to be kicked by your boyfriend.

"You're not going to run, are you? It's me. Captain America. Steve. I would never hurt you." The smile that was once so sweet turned twisted before your eyes and suddenly you were left wondering how you could've fallen for the man standing in front of you.

His hands seized you, his touch burning and you trashed in his grasp, slapping at his torso as panic enveloped your body. This was the person that set morals for the whole nation. This was the man that you put your faith into. This was Steve...the one man you trusted. And it was all a lie. A ruse. A mask for what he really was.

Captain Hydra.

Grabbing at your watch and pressing on the crown of your watch a shock fork shot out, lodging in Steve's arm. He released you as high voltage made him freeze and you stumbled away from him. You knew you only had a few seconds. Quickly glancing at Tony, you willed yourself to keep running, already knowing he was beyond saving. Running to the terrace and jumping off, you pulled on the belt loop which shot out a hook cable to keep you from falling. The second your feet touched the ground, you were sprinting away, tears burning your eyes, but you didn’t have a choice. You had to run and find a safe place to re-think and re-group.

Scowling you sat up and looked at the remnants of New York. The city you loved so dearly was now in pieces, the machine Steve took control of, destroyed everything reminding the people of the previous government and the freedom they held. You have been successfully evading your ex-boyfriend turned tyrant for months now and building your own army of like-minded individuals.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Bucky sat down next to you.

“Funny enough I wanted to enjoy what is probably one of the last calm days.” He chuckled at that.

“Never thought I’d hear you say today is one of those calm days.”

“Same, who would’ve thought that you and I would be training people to overthrow a government led by my ex-boyfriend and your ex-best friend.” You cynically laughed. Bucky’s smile turned sour too. “You know, I’m correct, right? It’ll only get tougher and harder from here.”

“I know it’ll get significantly worse before it’ll get better.” Bucky nodded. “But it has to be done.”

You sighed again. It felt like you’ve been doing that a lot these days.

“We’re almost done with the preparations. We just have to find the right time to strike.”

“The coronation.” Bucky mentioned again. He has been vocal in strategy meetings about attacking at the time of coronation, however no one agrees since everyone will be on their highest alert.

“Bucky, we discussed this. That’s probably the worst time to strike-“

“Can you just listen to me?” He interrupted annoyed and you motioned for him to continue. “Steve will not expect it, believe me. He has been on high alert in the first months after you went missing, but now I can see he is more relaxed. I think there will be more people on guard that day, but they'll not be on high alert.”

“But if it fails, we will not get another chance. You realize that, right? All we have is this one shot. And we need to be successful.”

“I know. But if you and the rest of the task force lend me an ear, I think I have an idea how to successfully overthrow him.” Looking him in the eyes, you contemplated for a moment. At the end of the day, this was Bucky. He lost much more than you did that day and the fact he has to relive his days as a fugitive is triggering to say the least.

“Okay, I’ll make them listen.” You smiled.

~Task force~

“I fail to see why we needed to convene again.” Leah rolled her eyes as she sat down.

“We have been ignoring Bucky’s voice even though we have originally agreed that all ideas will at the very least be heard.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at Leah. “Besides, Bucky was one of the first members of the Task Force, before it even became the Task Force.”

“I agree. Sergeant Barnes, I’m all ears.” Maria gave a small nod.

“Okay.” Leo agreed as well and so did the rest of the members.

“Thanks everyone. I don’t mean to discard the whole plan made before, I would just have a few additional suggestions. The biggest one is that our leader is our decoy-“

“What?” Leo was immediately on his feet, Maria holding him back.

“Let him finish.”

“Indeed, I’m curious to hear, what he has to say.” You leaned back in your chair, not expecting this to be Bucky's idea.

“You wouldn’t be going in alone. I would be with you and a few others. I’m not going to lie. They will most likely be collateral damage, but at the end of the day, the original plan would result in collateral damage as well.” He paused as he took in the disbelief written on Leah’s face.

"That's literally like lambs to the slaughter." She immediately jumped in.

“Sacrifices need to be made.” Thomas replied. “But we need to be transparent and let them decide who, if anyone, wants to gamble their life.”

“I think we might have more volunteers than you think, Leah.” Leo replied. “No one wants to continue living like this.”

“That’s for sure.” Trina concurred.

“Bucky, please continue.” Maria encouraged.

“The small group would try and stage an attack at the coronation. We will be captured and they will probably kill most of us.” Pausing again, Bucky turned to you and continued. “I know Steve won’t let anyone hurt you. And I want to believe me either, but if I’m wrong, I will gladly die for the cause.”

“After you are captured, Steve will think he has won, that the rumored resistance was just now extinguished and it was smaller than warned. His guard will be completely down and that’s when the original plan comes into effect.”

The whole room was quiet as he finished, everyone cautiously looking at you and each other.

“I like your idea. I think this is a solid plan. And I think we can actually execute it sooner than we originally theorized.” You exhaled.

“But what about you? Are you sure Rogers won’t kill you?” Maria asked.

“Are we sure that everyone will be ready for the war in 17 days?” Trina asked.

“Well…the answer to both questions is we’ll see. Like Bucky said – If I do end up dying, it’s for the cause, so there’s no need to be worried about that. And for our people…we will just have to make sure they are as prepared as they possibly can be.” You sighed.

“And if they won’t be?” Leah asked annoyed.

“I don’t think we have much choice. If we wait for a better time, it might never come.”

“Let’s do the best we can. That’s what we’ve been doing for the last seven months.” Thomas suggested.

“And then what?”

“And then we pray.” Your eyes met Bucky’s, who only nodded.

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The GIF belongs to the amazing creator - thank you! 💙

It's been a very long time since I posted anything. 😮 I wrote so many drafts, but nothing tangible and so months passed and I published nothing. I disliked this period of writer's block :( But I was driving home one day and I heard the latest song by Coldplay - We pray and I had this image in my head. And here we are 😁🙌✨

I do hope you enjoyed the story, it'll have a second part (at some point 😁✨)

But until then, I hope you'll be okay 🍀

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Wanting

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, consumption of drugs, discussion on drugs, friends with benefit (somehow?), cursing, sexual themes & smut (DUB-CON, grinding, police van sex, drugged out sex, mention of public sex, mention of rape, mention of revenge porn (not towards Reader), mention pornography, mention of non-consensual filming, fingering, one pussy slap, unprotected sex, hard sex - Walter is not gentle & sees it like a punishment, multiple orgasms, drooling, crying, squirting, chocking, creampie, little bit of praise)

Walter disliked being on call on Friday nights. Ever since the new drug, Houdini, started popping up everywhere the police has been running around in circles, trying to find the main supplier, but has repeatedly come up short.

Houdini was a mixture of ketamine and ecstasy. A party drug that is supposed to highten your senses and drive up your sex drive. Sounds like a perfect mix, but what the dealers left out was the memory loss, the dehydration that followed and complete lack of mobility.

It was a mess all over the damn country - the rape cases skyrocketed, revenge porn sites were having a field day because of all the public fucking taking place, the emergency rooms were stacked with people on gurneys and everyone had to deal with victims with memory loss.

Everyone was having a bad time - the victims which were pilling up by the minute, the police that was understaffed had to do even more over hours and the doctors that had to triage almost every Friday night.

Yet people were still taking that stupid drug.

Walter was pissed off, to say the least.

How are people this stupid?

He thought as he watched a group of drunk women giggling after just snorting the Houdini. His blood boiled knowing damn well that he couldn't do anything about it. The amount of people taking this drug was too high for everyone to get arrested or booked. Priorities his superiors loved preaching.

One of the women left the group to get some drinks. Her dress barely covered anything, leaving very little to the imagination. He shook his head as he watched several heads turn after the woman. She definitely got the attention she wanted.

"Walter!" He heard and looked around to see who was calling him. Out of all the damned people, you were the woman in that short dress. The one that just snorted the Houdini. Walter clenched his jaw and his grip on the beer he was drinking tightened.

How can you be so stupid?

"It's been a while." You smiled at him. He could see how drunk you already were and he also knew the drug will take effect soon, if it hasn't already.

"You should come meet my friends!" You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you, stumbling a few steps back as his massive weight crashed into you. Walter let you drag him to your friends, also because he knew that whatever attention you had on you would dissipate once he was next to you.

"Girls, this is Walter! The friend I told you about!"

"Oooooh, the policeman." One of your friends slurred.

"Are you here to arrest us? We're just trying to have a good time." Another winked.

"Oh stop it! He's the nice policeman. He would never arrest us." You leaned into him.

It already started taking effect.

You weren't aware of it yet, but you started lightly grinding on his leg. He heard how your breath came out laboured, and he knew he had to get you out of there. Grabbing your arm, he started dragging you away from your friends.

"Walter, what the hell?! Let me go!" You yelled, trying to resist his grip.

"I can't believe you out of all your stupid friends are acting this way." He grumbled. "You know better than anyone what's going on these days."

"I was careful." You whined, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to glare at you, making you shut your mouth.

"Careful? You don't even realize that the drug has started taking effect. You can barely stand and I'm pretty fucking sure that if I let you stagger back to that bar you'd get lost."

"Fuck you."

"Right." Walter started dragging you to the police van parked in the small street.

"Get out." He barked at the man that was inside, surveilling the cameras around the city. The man tried to object but one stern look from Walter sent him out. Water threw you in the van, climbing in behind you and closing the door.

"What is your problem?" You yelled at him, tugging your dress down when you realized you were much more exposed than you were comfortable with.

"Now you're trying to cover up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're more than happy to bare your ass to strangers but with me you get shy? What the fuck were you thinking taking the Houdini?" You never realized he was so big as just now that he was towering over you. Your pussy clenched as your eyes lingered on his cock.

"Tammy took it before and she said she had the best fuck of her life. I just wanted to see how it felt like." You bit your lip as he crouched down to you.

"You're taking advice from a drug addict. Are you stupid?"

"I didn't take the full dose." You defended yourself. "Just a taste, to see how it feels."

"And? How does it feel?"

"Antsy." You swallowed, trying to decide whether or not to tell your very angry friend what you were thinking. You shifted on the floor a bit and the cold steel flooring touched your soaked pussy, making you gasp.

"I see the Houdini is in full swing." Walter observed you.

"Can you help me, please?"

"I'm not going to be nice. You need to learn a lesson, and maybe next time, you won't go around experimenting with drugs." You nodded before Walter pulled your collar down, exposing your breasts. His hand cupped one and pinched your nipple, making you moan.

"Keep tour mouth shut." He slammed a hand over your mouth, grabbed your hips with the other, spinning you around, and pushed you into the wall of the van. He kicked your feet further apart, making you stick your ass further into him. You could feel your nipples harden at the contact with the cold steel material. His hand then traveled to the center, under your dress, before finding your clit and circling it, making your hips buck.

"You're dripping." He said into your ear before he forced two of his thick fingers into your still clothed pussy, making you moan into his hand that was still clamped over your mouth.

"Completely soaked." Walter commented. "That's the Houdini doing its magic. Imagine if I left you there, you'd be grinding up on some coked up asshole that'd fuck you right in the middle of the bar. Anyone could record you and you'd end up on some porn site, where strangers would jack-off seeing such a whore like you get publicly fucked out of her mind. Maybe a coworker of yours stumbles upon it - bye-bye that stellar career of yours." His voice was low and raspy. Somehow, that made you even more aroused. Your pussy had a mind of her own as you realized you have been incessantly humping Walters fingers.

"Mmph." Moaning, your tongue licked his fingers, making Walter tsk. You could see your release, just a few more grinds.

"You're getting hornier by the second." He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, taking away that sweet feeling, making you whine. "But I'll be nice and I'll take care of you." He rasped into your ear before he spun you around and bent you over the control table, your head laying on the keyboard. Tugging your laughably short dress up, he exposed your core to him. He slapped your pussy, making you yelp. He tsked again when his hand made contact with your drenched and sticky thongs. His fingers wrapped around the string, pulling it away before releasing it back on your skin. Throwing your gead back with a loud "God" your pussy clenched at the impact and your back arched at the sensation.

Walter chuckled as he watched your cunt throb as he started unbuckling his belt. He finally pulled down your thong and ran his leaking cock up and down your puffy pussy. Your chest heaved, and you made sounds you didn't recognize. All you wanted needed was his cock in your cunt.

"Remember that I'm not being nice." He warned before he seethed himself in you with one powerful thrust, slamming your hips into the control table. It hurt, but in the most delicious way that you have never experienced before. The pace he set was brutal, the letters of the keyboard scratched your face, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling.

Your orgasm hit you fast and hard, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body spasming on his cock, but Walter just continued fucking into you. He was like a man possessed, grunting and moaning above you, his pace never faltering even after you clenched around him. He immediately pushed you into your second orgasm, making you moan out loud as juices squirted out of you.

"Fuck." Walter cursed as he felt your squirt wet his thighs. "Let's see if you can do that again."

His hand moved from your hip to your stretched pussy, circling the spot where you were joined, making you gurgle. His pace switched, his cock was slowly stretching your walls and with your drugged state you could feel almost every vein on his organ.

Mindblowing.

"Stop drooling over the keyboard." He stopped his adminitrations and grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you away from any electronics before returning his hand back.

"You're completely stretched, must be painful." He commented as he circled your full hole. You choked on your words and tried to shake your head.

"No? Good, you're taking me quite well." He praised you, making your legs shake a bit. His fingers lightly stroked around your pussy, purposefully avoiding your clit, making you whine.

"Walter...please..." You choked out.

"What is it?"

It was hard to formulate words, your body was on fire and it felt like cumming was the only thing that would put it out. But in the state that you were in, all you managed to let out was a hoarse "Cum.".

"You want to cum?" He mocked your meager attempt to communicate what you need.

"Mhm."

"So, if I touch you here," Walter tapped your clit which made your hips buck and him smirk. "then you'll cum almost immediately?" You could feel him starting to prepare himself for another round. One that you knew you were losing soon, not that there was anything to complain about.

His fingers framed your clit and his other hand grabbed at your throat. "Let's see how much you can take."

His pace again hardened, his first sharp thrust made your hips slam back into the edge of the control table, but this time he kept you firmly pinned by your neck, preventing you from slipping away. His fingers were rough on your engorged clit, but that just added another layer to your rapture.

You couldn't form a sound anymore. Your body just locked when the orgasm hit you, but then when your juices squirted out, you started convulsing. But he just kept going completely overloading you, your hand fruitlessly reached for his hand, trying to shove it away from your clit, but he wasn't bothered.

You couldn't handle another orgasm, but you had no choice but to take it. Both of you could feel how close you were to another peak again.

"That's it, come on, I know you have another one in you." His grip on your throat increased, making you release a choking sound, tears welling up in your eyes, but it also made your pussy clamp down on his cock, making you squirt again. A few thrusts more and finally Walter released himself into you. Feeling the few spurts painting your womb and his cock go slack, you finally let out a relieved sigh.

It was over.

"Good girl." Walter cooed, kissing your shoulder. He carefully let go of your throat and pulled his cock out and your body finally slumped, completely exhausted. Observing your abused and puffy pussy, his cock twitched as it refused to close. It really was a sight to see how his spend oozed out of your hole and he resisted the urge to push it back in.

He buckled up his pants and carefully pulled your thongs up, sitting you on the only chair in the van. He rummaged around to find a jacket before draping it over you, before he opened the van door again and carried you out in his arms. Your head lolled as your consciousness wavered.

Walter walked past the man who was previously thrown out of the van and the man immediately knew not to comment or bring up the situation again.

"Shhh, don't worry. I got you. Just rest now." Walter shushed you as you tried speaking. Nodding weakly, you let the darkness consume you.

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