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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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I just watched a video of some little kids surrounded by giant ducks and they were so excited to get to feed them little bread bits and I just see Asher as being the happiest lil guy getting to feed the ducky’s with his pops 🥺
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This made my heart nut tonight Asher would absolutely LOVE feeding bread to the duckies. Crosshair also loves the duck pond.
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joanna-lannister · 3 months
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Steferine, Bonenzo, Haylijah, Klamille, Klebekah
Steferine:
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they hot together okay
Bonenzo:
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THEY DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER 😭😭
Haylijah:
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no i never understood this ship, the lack of chemistry...
Klamille:
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Klebekah:
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look i don't actively ship them but like the TENSION and i'll never forget someone commenting how if they were on hbo they would have fucked 😭😭
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superbattrash · 6 months
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may your voice be as deep and raspy as you want it to be <3
🥺🥺🥺
Nonnie 😭 Thank yooooou ~ ✨💚💛
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wa-royal-tea · 1 year
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this was in regards to bridgerton, but i think it applies here to leon as well
"I can’t stop laughing at anthony’s white shirt like sir??? even the whitest, flimsiest of clothing shouldn’t be THAT transparent when wet like,,, you intentionally brought that at the slut store"
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AKAKSKS HELPPPPP NO BCS FR THO What white shirt would be SO transparent when they are soaked? 😭 Are the fabrics THAT thin??? 😭😭😭
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adi06lena · 1 year
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Angel, baby & blush for the cute ask game!
Eeekkkkk thank you for the ask!!!
angel; do you have a nickname?
Well adi is one and my brother calls me smelly/stinky(not in a mean way) when I get to see him!
baby; favorite color?
Mmmmmm I think Green and red
blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?
I’ll do you one better with a photo!
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(I don’t remember naming her lol)
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deancaskiss · 2 years
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you're literally so sweet and it's always a joy to see you pop up on the dash I love that we're mutuals <3333
anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me <3
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Suguru comforting a crying reader🥹🥹 that was perfect bc I’ve literally been crying about college and making the wrong decisions all week even this morning I was crying😭😭
Hello sweet nonnie! 💗
I’m firstly really glad you liked my little blurb about him because it was also kind of self-indulgent as well, seeing that I had some problems in real life too and Suguru is my main comfort character at the moment!🥺 so the fact that it may bring comfort to other people too, really warm my heart so much❤️
And I hope things will eventually get better for you! I know it’s sometimes not easy to get through hard things like that but one day it will get better, at least that’s what I’m wishing for you, dear🫶🏻 I believe in you💓
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navybrat817 · 4 months
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I wish I had a smitten Bucky. Just sees me and wants me. 🥺
I know the feeling, nonnie.
Check Yes or No
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky instantly falls for you, but waits to ask you out.
Word Count: Over 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff, could be seen as instalove on Bucky's side, attraction, slight insecurities, minor time jump, Alpine being the best, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I can't send Bucky your way, lovelies, so I hope you enjoy this short, surprise fic! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky wasn't looking for love the day he met you, but it found him anyway.
��Hey, Buck,” Steve greeted from his seat when he walked into the conference rooms and nodded to the spot beside him that you occupied. “I’d like you to meet our newest transfer. She’s also moving into the Tower.”
He was a changed man the moment your eyes met. Breathtaking was a word to describe you given how he had forgotten to breathe. He had witnessed many sunrises and sunsets in his life, a kaleidoscope of colors painted in the sky to both soothe and awaken the soul. They paled in comparison to the beauty before him.
One glance and he belonged to you completely.
“Hi, Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.”
While he wasn't sure if Heaven existed, you speaking his name was like hearing the voice of an angel.
“I’m Bucky.”
Of all the things he could've said, reiterating his name was what his mouth went with.
Instead of giving him a weird look or brushing him off when he scowled at himself, you smiled. “I look forward to us working together.”
Bucky couldn't tell you what the meeting was about that day, but he remembered the details about you. The way you leaned forward in your seat to pay extra attention when someone else spoke, also giving him an ample view of your chest before he reminded himself not to stare. The slight crease in your forehead when you jotted down an important note. And the soft giggle you let out when Steve cracked a joke.
He suddenly wished he was funnier.
“Have a good rest of the day, Bucky,” you said when the meeting ended.
Bucky didn't have to try to smile with you. It just came naturally. When you smiled back, it was easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his girl.
“You, too,” he replied, giving himself a mental victory for not screwing up his words this time. “Wait!”
You paused and looked at him expectantly. “Yeah?”
Bucky realized he had no reason to keep you from leaving. He just didn't want you to go. “Do you need help moving your stuff in?”
“I actually got my things moved in late last night, but thanks for the offer,” you replied, checking the time with wide eyes. “I'm so sorry. I have to go. I’m in 2L if you need anything!”
“Bye,” he called after you, turning in his chair to watch you go.
How did he miss you already?
Though Steve had a knowing look in his eyes, he graciously kept his mouth shut as he left the room. He reminded him an hour later that he wouldn't break any bylaws by asking you out. The punk somehow knew that you weren't seeing anyone.
Which made him happy.
While he appreciated Steve looking out for happiness, he still had to get his head on straight.
“Once I completely trust my own mind, maybe I will,” Bucky said, even though the stuff was already out of his head. He owed it to himself to take his time. And you.
Imagine his surprise when he found a note from you on his door the next day.
Hey, Bucky! Lunch on me today? Check YES or NO.
The lopsided grin on his face wouldn't go away when he read it again. You must've been interested in him enough to ask about him. How else did you know his apartment number? Why else would you ask him to lunch?
He nearly shouted “YES” in the hall before he came to his senses and simply checked the option before he returned the note to your apartment door.
When he met up with you later, he told himself it wasn't a date. It couldn't be, right? It didn't keep his heart from stopping when you answered your door. Dressed down and casual, you looked like an angel went to Earth just for him.
“Hey, Bucky,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”
He hadn't said much on the way to the cafe since he was too busy hanging on to your every word, but it was like he had known you for ages as you carried on the conversation. Your questions weren't invasive and you didn't seem to mind the occasional short answers. It was also the shortest meal of his life, over too soon for his liking, and he also refused to let you pay for his meal.
He wanted to show you that gentlemen still existed.
“Lunch again next week?” You offered.
“Sure,” he answered, his head spinning from giddiness.
But it wasn't a date.
It was time to change that.
Today was the day. Six months from the day he met you. Six months of chatting with you between missions and slowly getting to know you over weekly lunches. Six months of falling for you more and more each day and he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.
But falling was the easy part. Confessing was an entirely different story. He would either crash to the ground and hope his wounds would later heal or you’d catch him as he fell. No matter what, he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.
“Just like we practiced, okay?” Bucky asked.
“Meow.”
Alpine nuzzled her head against Bucky’s with a gentle purr when he huffed. She was his little partner-in-crime through and through. Like you, even though you didn't realize it, the little white ball of fur helped save him. He was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to bring her to this floor, but any reprimand would be worth it.
Besides, the Tower, office, anywhere they operated should allow them to have their pets with them, especially for emotional support.
“I'm counting on you,” he teased, placing the folded up piece of paper in her mouth. “Go.”
He peeked around the corner when he set Alpine down. The sun illuminated you from where you sat in the lounge, curled up in your normal spot on the sofa. You liked to relax there occasionally to read. He wondered what book you had with you today.
Thankfully, no one was around to disturb you.
Except for him.
“Alpine, is that you?” You asked when you looked up, closing the book as the cat approached you. While the feline was cautious of some, she warmed up to you immediately when you met and solidified that you were the one for him. “Whatcha got there? Where’s Bucky?”
His name spilling from your lips was still one of his favorite sounds.
He held his breath when Alpine jumped up beside you, opened her mouth, and dropped the paper in your lap. He immediately began to second guess himself when you unfolded it with a furrowed brow. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why didn't he just ask you like a normal guy?
To be fair, he hadn't been normal for some time.
“Will you go out with me? Check YES or NO. Love, Bucky,” you read out loud with a huge smile, which was enough to make his heart race. You giggled a moment later when Alpine bumped your hand, the soft noise making his stomach do a funny sort of flip. “Okay, okay. Let me get my pen out of my bag.”
Bucky exhaled a little as he moved to stand in the doorway. You didn't toss the paper away, so that had to be a good sign. He carefully kept himself from showing any outward emotion when you met his gaze, but his knees nearly gave out. His palms also began to sweat when you gave him a half smile.
Just when he thought you couldn't look more beautiful than you had the day before, you proved him wrong.
He ran a hand through his hair and hoped he looked halfway decent since he hadn't brushed it. But you commented a few weeks back that you liked it long when you saw an old photo, so he wanted to grow it out. He lost count of how many times he imagined your fingers in his hair
Maybe one day.
Watching you grab your pen, it was like he was drowning. The tide pulled him under as you made a mark on the sheet. His lungs burned when you handed it back to Alpine. He couldn't come up for air. He couldn't breathe.
Until you smiled again.
“Thanks, Alpine,” you said.
His cat gracefully walked back to Bucky and he swore he caught you trying not to giggle as she climbed up his leg. His heart hammered in his chest when he took the slip of paper from her mouth. Meeting your tender gaze, he couldn't bring himself to open it though.
After he told himself he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.
“Not going to see what my answer is?” You asked as he carried Alpine into the lounge.
“I want to,” he replied, sighing as he took a seat beside you. His cat was perfectly content to lay in his lap. “But I’m questioning if I did this the right way.”
The note you gave him for a simple lunch request may have been a small gesture in your eyes, but it meant the world to him. He thought by asking you out this way that he could give you something meaningful in return. Something that only the two of you shared.
That was all he wanted.
You turned toward him, your knee touching his. The small touch sent heat down his spine. “Open it and you’ll find out.”
He nodded, thankful that his vibranium hand didn't shake as he lifted the sheet. “Wait, let me say something before I do.”
The corner of your lip tugged as you tried not to smile. “Bucky-”
“I like you. I really like you. I have since the day we met. And I'm going to like you tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that,” he admitted in a rush, catching your sharp inhale as he looked into your eyes. “But I know my past isn't easy to deal with. If you just want to be a teammate or colleague, that’s okay. Just. Being a part of your life in some way is more than enough.”
Alpine lifted her head and looked between the two of you, as if she was waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next.
Bucky felt a crack in his heart when you didn't speak or react, his body slumping slightly into the couch. It was okay. He took a chance and told you how he felt. He wouldn't force you to reciprocate.
“Bucky?” You asked above a whisper, reaching over to help him unfold the paper. He gasped when he saw the checkmark beside “YES”, blinking rapidly to make sure you picked that box. “I really like you, too.”
“You do?” He exhaled, grasping your hand with renewed joy. He was careful not to squeeze too hard. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
“Yeah. Pretty much since the day I met you,” you admitted, glancing in your lap before you met his gaze again. He saw stars in your eyes. “And your past isn't your fault, Bucky. You aren't something to ‘deal with’, okay? You’re a good man. I can give you a whole list of reasons if you need it.”
Physically, Bucky’s body was in peak condition. Your confession, however, caused all of the air to leave his lungs and made him weak in the best possible way. A familiar warmth moved through Bucky’s veins as he breathed again and it dawned on him at that moment that he hadn't felt cold since you walked into his life.
Not once.
Your faith in him gave him strength. Your mere existence gave him the courage to try. And he didn't have to go it alone.
“Wow,” he breathed, relieved and elated as he gave you a small smile. “How about tomorrow night?”
“It’s a date,” you smiled.
“Great,” he smiled back. A date. He couldn't wait to see the look on Steve's face when he told him that he finally asked you out.
“And I think the note was purrfect,” you teased at Alpine before you scrunched up your face. “I ruined the moment, didn't I?”
Bucky brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it as gently as he possibly could. He could hear your heart race. So was his. “Not at all.”
He knew it was too soon to say he loved you and it was likely too soon for you to feel that way about him, but he felt hope in your smile that you would one day.
For now, he had a date to plan all because you checked “yes”.
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We know it'll be the best date ever, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙
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magicinavalon · 2 years
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Herb, honey, chicken, tomAto?
Hi Nonny!!! Ahhhh thank you for the ask! ❤️🥰❤️
🌿 Herb - What is a scent you find relaxing?
Pretty much anything lavender scented
🍯 Honey - What is one thing you like about yourself?
I'm not afraid to try and I don't give up when it counts.
🐔 Chicken - What is a comfort movie/show for you?
Hmm. Any Miyazaki movie, Pride and Prejudice, and of course BBC Merlin ✨️
🍅 Tomato - Have you ever gardened, and if so, what is your favorite thing to grow?
I grow 3 gardens every year! A flower garden, a vegetable/fruit garden, and an herb garden. Also I have no clue how I'm gonna pick a favorite so here’s a list of my favorites in no particular order 😂❤️
Basil
Tomatoes
Strawberries
Lavender
Forget Me Nots
Green beans
Peonies
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sanguineterrain · 7 months
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For the drabbles!!
Can you walk? I need you to walk for me! With Dick, if that sounds interesting to you!!
Loved the Drabble you posted, you’re a talented writer!
thanks very much nonnie 🥺❤️ wanted to switch it up and whump dickie boy >:)
"can you walk? i need you to walk." - dick grayson x gn!reader. tw: injured dick, bullet wound, reader tasers a bad guy. dick's not dead i prommy!! Loosely based on the Nightwing 2021 comics.
prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary
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You wake up to the beeping of the distress signal. Instantly, you're awake, fumbling for the comm bud to put in your ear.
"—in, do you copy? Nightwing needs help, he's—"
"Where is he, Babs?" you ask, flinging the sheet off of your legs and jumping into your suit.
"Blüdhaven City Hall."
"What the hell? Alone?"
Barbara sighs. "Yes. I didn't know until the mayor texted."
Anger flares. You tamp it down because Barbara hasn't done anything wrong, and it's not fair to snap at her for Dick's stupid choices.
Besides, the anger is only to mask the chilling fear that bubbles up.
You stick to the rooftops like Dick himself had taught you when you were first getting the hang of the vigilante thing. You're more like Barbara in that you prefer to stay on the sidelines and help.
But if Dick is in trouble, you're there.
Your heart pounds; you can barely hear the instructions Barbara's giving you as you approach City Hall.
"Is he conscious?" you ask, interrupting her.
She doesn't answer at first.
"Oracle," you press, gritting your teeth as you descend down the roof access stairs. "Is he awake?"
"I don't know. I lost his comm link."
The fear sharpens. Your heart beats so fast, you're afraid you might collapse.
"He's alive, though. His suit vitals are still elevated."
You run faster, flying down the stairwell. It takes some searching to find Dick since his mask camera is also destroyed, according to Barbara. But you manage to track him down relatively fast.
Dick is bound to a chair, puddles of blood at his feet. You rush over and pull at the knots without thinking, growing frustrated when they don't turn loose.
"Blade on your left side."
You startle hard at Dick's voice. He lifts his head slowly and you stifle a gasp at his face. One of the lenses of his mask is cracked. His cheek is bloody and nearly black with bruises. His suit is torn and dirty.
They'd left him for dead.
"I found him, Babs."
You hear her sigh of relief. She starts to organize your exit route. You're only half listening as you slice through the ropes with the blade you forgot you had in your left pocket.
Dick's arms hang at his sides even after you free them. They'd done a number on him.
He watches you as you free his legs next.
"Suit looks good on you," he says, head lolling. "Peak design, if y'ask me."
"You're so stupid," you say, bowing your head so he can't see the tears that sting your eyes. "This was an idiotic thing you did, Dick."
"Alias names only in the field," he reminds you.
You yank the rope harder than you mean to and free his legs.
Dick has to use his whole body to push himself off of the chair. Even so, he stumbles, and you rush to catch him. Your heart jumps to your throat. Of course he'd hide how bad his injuries are.
"Oracle, call Batman."
"No," Dick grits, shaking his head. "Don't call him."
"You can barely move. I can't carry you myself."
You wish you could. As furious as you are, you'd carry him home.
"Am I calling him?" Barbara asks in your ear.
A door slams somewhere upstairs. Cold sweat erupts all over your body. Dick looks at you, and you know he heard it too.
"Guys, am I calling Batman or not?"
"No, we can do it," you say against your better judgment. "Can you move?"
Dick nods rapidly, though you don't totally believe him. You sling an arm under his arm, then wrap your other arm around his waist. He puts nearly all of his weight on you, though you can tell he's using what little strength he has left to try and shift his weight.
The two of you go like that, Dick half limping. You try not to think about how his blood stains your suit.
You move slowly, which unfortunately means that the goon upstairs catches up to you. He pulls out a gun, and Dick shoves you aside before you can advance. He pays the price for it when the goon shoots his leg.
Dick screams.
Quick as Flash, you grab an escrima stick and charge the taser to two thousand volts. Then you ram it into the goon's gut.
He drops like a sack of potatoes. You don't check if he's breathing.
"We don't kill," Dick says as you return the stick to his back holster.
You harshly cut the goon's shirt with your blade and tourniquet Dick's bullet wound. He hisses in pain.
"I didn't kill him," you snap.
"You could've. What the hell was that?"
"That was me stopping him before he blew your brains out!" you shout. "That was me making sure the commissioner doesn't have to fish your body out of the river!"
Dick's head thumps against the wall. His suit is slick with blood. "That wouldn't have happened."
"You could've died tonight, Dick! Why can't you get that through your head?"
His eyes close for too long on the next blink. You kneel in front of him immediately, shaking his shoulder. He grunts.
"Dick, no. Wake up. Don't do this, you gotta stay awake for me."
"'M awake," he says groggily. "I'm..."
"Oracle," you say, panicked. "Vitals."
"His heart rate is sluggish; he's lost a lot of blood. You have to—"
"Dick," you say, shaking his shoulder again. "Dickie, you gotta get up. Can you walk? I need you to walk for me."
"'Kay," he whispers, barely lifting his arm.
"Okay, I've got you. Ready? One, two—"
You lift him and stagger under his full weight.
"Sorry," he murmurs, and you feel sick.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. Stay awake, okay?"
He hums. You manage to establish a decent gait between the two of you. Dick stumbles along, trying his best to walk independently.
You're almost out of City Hall when Dick collapses. This time, he doesn't get up.
"No, no. Wake up, Dick, wake up. Come on, come on!"
You shake him as hard as you'll let yourself. Dick doesn't stir.
"There's so much blood," you say, your hands sticky with it. "B-Babs..."
"I'm sending help right now. B's on his way, okay?" She sounds just as wrecked as you feel. "Just hold on."
You cradle Dick's head and suck in gasping breaths, keeping pressure on his thigh.
That's how Batman finds you, shaking and hunched over his son.
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babyhatesreality · 8 months
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Hey babes! Can you do a stucky mafia little reader where stucky and they reader are out at dinner or shopping and someone tries to attack them? The reader is ok but very shaken. 🥺
Fluff, angst, mentions of shock and doctors 🥺❤️
I love your page
Sure thing! And I love you back <3 Thank you for your patience, it means the world to me.
A/N- this is an AU outside of Katie Cat, and outside of my other series. I decided to try my hand at Dark Stucky for this one. This is a stand alone- and I'm excited to play in this sandbox for a minute, so thank you darling nonnie!
Down the Rabbit Hole
Pairing: Dark!Mafia!Stucky x little f!reader
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Warnings: dark mafia Stucky, f! reader, severe Stockholm syndrome, Stucky both referred to as Daddy, pet names, reader is smaller than Stucky, language, an attack on all three, violence (not towards reader), shock, fear, angst, doctor talk, fluff.
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"Mmmm," you couldn't help but say as you lingered on the last delicious bite of spaghetti. It was so rare that Steve and Bucky had a night away AND could take you out to dinner, that you'd almost forgotten what any other spaghetti other than Steve's tasted like. "It's so good."
"Good girl, you cleaned your plate. I'm proud of you," Steve said, the corner of his lip curling up in that smile that was almost a sneer, but you'd come to understand it meant he was pleased. You giggled and ducked your head, not wanting to admit that his praise in public made you feel all giddy.
"I think we should get the tiramisu to go. It's getting near your bedtime, little one," Bucky said, looking at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch. He chuckled when you pouted. "Now, now. None of that or we don't do this again." You instantly wiped the pout off your face. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually gotten to leave the mansion for a date night with your daddies, and you weren't about to jeopardize that. Seeing the pout gone, Bucky purred. "That's better. Now let's go."
A waitress handed Steve a to-go bag with a large piece of the dessert in it as you all were heading out the door. You were surprised when you realized that neither Steve nor Bucky had paid, and couldn't help but look behind you as you all were exiting. "What's the matter, Princess?" Steve asked, taking a firm hold of your hand. "What's wrong?"
"Don't...don't we have to give monies to the people for making us food?" you whispered, a little afraid that this was going to be one of those questions that got your daddies mad when you asked it. But this was the exact opposite. Steve squeezed your hand a bit, and Bucky quickly took you other hand and kissed it as you all walked down the street to where Sam had parked the car a few blocks away.
"Look at our sweet little girl, Buck, making sure all her people are taken care of," Steve said, grinning at Bucky and then down at you. "Seems like she picked up a thing or two from the business."
"It's okay, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy and I know the people that run this place. They make us food for free, whenever we want," Bucky said, smiling down indulgently at you.
"Oh. That's nice of them!"
"Did you like going to that place?"
"It was...nice. The food was way yummy. There was lots of people there."
"Was that too many people, honey?"
"Um...it's okay. Just not used to anybody but Daddies."
"Well, how about we all go back home and it can be just Daddies again?"
"Yeah!" you cheered, relieved. It was weird being around people again- you weren't sure that you liked it. You hadn't been around that many people since your Daddies saved you from your boring life to make you their Princess. It had taken a long time, but now you couldn't live without them.
The three of you turned into an alley. Normally, it would have terrified you to walk down a place like this, but with both of your daddies holding your hands, you knew you had nothing to fear.
Suddenly, you heard a deep voice behind you. "Stay right where you are. Don't move."
Ignoring the voice's orders, both Bucky and Steve whipped around instantly. Steve forcefully shoved you behind him. Afraid, you buried your face in the back of his jacket and tried not to make a sound. As you did when you were home and their work people came over, you stayed silent, like a good girl does.
"Give me your wallets and no one gets hurt," the voice said, low and gruff. Bucky let out a bark of a laugh as Steve stepped forward.
"Oh, son. You have no idea what you've just done, do you?" Steve said lightly, but you could hear the undercurrent of violence in his tone. You felt Steve's arms shove aside his jacket lapels, but the next thing you knew, Bucky had you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Everything got really loud really fast. You turned your head in terror to make sure Steve was okay, but Bucky forcefully grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.
"Eyes on me, Princess," he commanded, and you obeyed instantly. "Good girl. You remember our codes?"
"Y-yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. Rabbit hole. Quick like a bunny. Go." He let your chin go and stepped towards Steve, leaving you alone with your orders.
After Steve and Bucky had rescued you and you'd grown accustomed to this new life, they had drilled code words into you in case of situations like this. "Rabbit Hole" and "Quick like a bunny" were codes for find a place to hide as fast as you can, and don't move until they come to get you.
You looked for a safe hiding space, just like Steve had taught you to, and found a slight notch in the brickwork of the alley- just large enough to hold a dumpster. You ran into it as fast as you could, squeezing yourself in between the dumpster and the wall. You huddled down, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut, pretending you were a rabbit in a hole, just like they taught you. Your hands over your ears mostly muffled the shouts, the grunts, and the loud bang. Then everything was silent.
After a couple minutes, you felt three taps on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you, smiling. You peeled your hands from your ears just in time to hear him say "Good girl."
You flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and scared. He picked you up, balancing you on his hip, as you cried into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling his phone out and making a call. Less than a minute later, Sam came barreling into the alley. Without a word, Bucky passed you to him and walked towards Steve.
You started crying even more hysterically. "No, Daddy, please don't go!" you wailed, trying to stretch out of Sam's arms to get to them.
"Hey," Steve's voice cut in sternly. You instantly stopped squirming, knowing better than to push Steve when he was angry. Seeing that you were behaving the way he wanted you to, Steve turned his attention back to what was left of the would be attacker. Sam pressed your face into his shoulder so you wouldn't look, and you stayed right there, unable to control your trembling.
A couple phone calls later and the situation was resolved. Your cries had quieted to occasional hiccups, but you were trying your hardest to be quiet and good, just like they wanted you to be. When you felt Steve's strong hands lift you out of Sam's arms though, you turned with lightning speed and latched onto him.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Princess, Daddy is here now," he said in a much softer and more soothing voice that before. You sniffled a little.
"Daddy?" you whispered, looking up at him. He smiled softly at you.
"Hey there, Princess," he said, rubbing his nose against yours. You sighed in relief, and returned the butterfly kiss, before turning your head to look for Bucky. You didn't have to look far- Bucky was right behind Steve, smiling from ear to ear at you.
"Princess, tell Daddy what you just did," Bucky said proudly, lightly punching Steve in the back to get him to listen up.
"Runned to be a rabbit in a hole, like Daddy said to," you explained carefully, wanting to make sure you didn't mess it up. Steve's smug smile grew.
"Yeah? You were in a rabbit hole like Daddy told you to be?" Steve said proudly. "Well, how about that. You must have been a very brave little girl to be such a good bunny when the mean man came." At the mention of the attacker, you began to shake again.
"Shh, it's okay Sweet Cheeks, we're here and the bad man is gone. He didn't hurt us and he can't hurt you," Bucky crooned softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. But you couldn't stop shaking.
"Boss, you want me to call the doctor to come check her out?" Sam asked gruffly, seeing you beginning to tremble again.
"No! No doctor!" you whimpered before burying yourself in Steve's shoulder. You heard a smack and turned your head to see Sam holding the back of his head and looking annoyed, while Bucky stood next to him, fuming.
"Idiot, you know she hates doctors," Bucky hissed at their second in command.
"Sorry, sorry," Sam apologized, before looking at you. "Sorry, Princess."
"Is okay, Sammy. Thank you for...for helping me." You didn't really want to thank Sam for holding you back while your daddies were taking care of their business, but Steve and Bucky were very strict about manners and you knew they would want you to thank Sam. You were rewarded with kisses from the both of them, on either side of your head.
"Good manners, Princess," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's go home. And see? Daddy didn't even let the bad man get our dessert. Let's go watch a movie and eat it before bed, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy."
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out to dinner, hm?"
"I'll do anything you want, as long as I can stay with you and Daddy forever."
"Good girl. That's what we want to hear."
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Hi em :) I have been binge reading your tfota analyses and they are all so well articulated and feel so spot on, even when I barely noticed most of the clues and what they potentially meant on my own. I feel like I was completely absorbed in the story and the characters but then I read your analyses that flesh the story out in such a real and epic way! Do you have any advice on how I can start reading more critically and see more things that aren't explicitly stated like you do?
hiya nonnie! oh, this makes me so happy to hear 🥺🥺❤️❤️ i'm so glad you've enjoyed my analysis posts!! there's so much specific advice that i could give you, but i'll start with the general stuff and if you have questions, feel free to follow up.
i would say, first and foremost, the number one rule of critical reading is that you must leave all of your earthly notions and morals at the door.
this is something i wish they would teach in schools. it's great to immerse yourself in a story, to have reactions to it. in fact, i would argue it wouldn't be good art if it didn't evoke a reaction. but your thoughts after the reaction, are what determine a critical reader from a passive one.
for example, when Taryn betrays Jude and doesn't tell her she's been seeing Locke, and Jude figures this out at the coronation ball, what is your reaction? if it's "GASP! that bitch!" followed by "i hate her now and forever because she betrayed her sister and what kind of a person would do that? only a terrible one!" you are a passive reader. if it's "GASP! that bitch!" followed by "omg but why???" you're on the right track to becoming a critical reader.
critical reading of a fictional story is impossible to do when you let real life and personal values seep into the work to muddle your comprehension. bringing morals into fiction ruins the art of it.
are you bored by the classical western literature canon? this is why. because centuries ago, moral stories were the only ones allowed to be told. aren't you so glad we are no longer subject to such crude chains?
second, my biggest piece of advice is to read every word on the page.
none of this "speed reading", skimming, scanning, "glance at the line and comprehend it" stuff. i understand some of you are quite good at that. i have never been afforded that luxury. if i do not see, hear, and listen to every word in my head as i read it, i comprehend next to nothing. and in fact, studies have proven reading comprehension and absorption deteriorate the faster you read. it's faster, yes. it gets the job done. you'll understand the basic concepts (unless you're me lol). but it won't help you understand more.
understanding is time-consuming. critical reading is time-consuming.
also, if you're only going to read the book once, i would advise against binge reading the whole thing in one sitting, as tempting as it might be. critical reading is a kind of meditation. if you're trying to understand something, the answer isn't going to be wrung out of the book by its spine. and the author is certainly not obliged to hand it over to you on a silver platter.
critical reading means giving yourself time to process the events. giving yourself time to remember what happened. so unless you're definitely planning on rereading the book, may i suggest spreading the book out over the course of say, two or three days? you don't have to do this with every book. just the ones you like.
and finally, the question is always "why?" and the answer always comes from a place of compassion. or at the very least, inquisitiveness.
your mind is capable of making hundreds of connections in the span of a breath. if you set your sights on understanding why something happens or why a character behaves a certain way, you'll more easily be able to set aside your own values and emotions regarding a specific event or character, because it puts you in charge of finding the answer instead of the author/text/character who may or may not give you what you want word-for-word. and to be quite honest with you, that is true immersion.
curiosity is your most formidable weapon of intellect. use it.
–Em 🖤🗡
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joanna-lannister · 3 months
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"Kiss" for the Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game
I have two, from two different WIPs!
"A deep kiss was exchanged in honor of their cub's birth, a kiss full of pride and adoration where Cersei poured all the love she had for the man who gave her the greatest present."
and
""More than ever. People will whisper, they'll make their jokes, let them. I only see what matters," her brother said, and he pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose causing her smile to flourish once again."
(yes, I love using lines from the show, it's a sort of callback 😂😭)
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winterrrnight · 3 months
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Wedding / honeymoon with Drew for ig au ?
thank you for this request nonnie! I hope you enjoy this 💞💞 do let me know your thoughts if you wanna xx
honeymoon
PAIRING: drew starkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about you and drew getting married and going on your honeymoon.
FACE CLAIM: n/a
WARNINGS: n/a
EDITH SPEAKS: I wasn't able to find a good face claim for this one so I decided to use faceless pictures from pinterest. please know none of these are deciding what you look like, they are used purely for imagination purposes :)
I made up all the instagram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!
please like, reblog and share your thoughts 🥺 I love to interact with you all <3
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yourinstagram what a day it was celebrating the start of our new life ❤️ drew, I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us 🎇
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drewstarkey 💘💘
drewandynschild HAPPY MARRIAGE!!!! 💗😭
rafecore oh my goddd they're so cute 🥹 wishing only the best for them <3
vogueweddings congratulations!! 🤍✨
-> yourinstagram thank you vogue 💞
madelyncline mr. and mrs. starkey 🫶🏻
-> yourinstagram 🤭
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rafeyyy omg their honeymoon 🥹
zachmaclarensgirl can they adopt me or smth
drewsrafe oh lord he's so cute
livelaughrafe NEED TO SEE DREW'S CAMERA ROLL
-> karabaeee FR FR FR
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drewstarkey wouldn't wanna do this with anyone else
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yourinstagram 🥺🤍
-> drewstarkey ❤️
fionapalomo how cutee 🫶🏻🥹
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drewsify 🥹🥹
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yourinstagram honeymoon diaries (drew being drew edition)
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ayoitsyourgirl OH THESE ARE SO CUTE
cameronlovebot he looks like he gives the best hugs 🥺
rafe_stars I WANNA HUG HIM SOO BAD
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macklovesmaddie i love them smmmm
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thisismeracing · 6 months
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hey you! congrats on this new milestone 🥺🩷 i wanted to request mick + champion + smut. and don't burn yourself writing ok? take breaks and remember we love you very much ❤️💜🧡
Champion | MS47
⸺ the one where his celebration happens between four walls. ✓ graphic description of sex. +18. Minors DNI!
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He didn't stay long at the party his team was hosting for him. He did not intend to celebrate with everyone, and though he felt terrible for a second, he kept telling himself he did celebrate at the podium. He gave interviews, talked, drank, and rode the high of finally getting his first world title.
Mick Schumacher was a world champion.
And his champion's wish was to celebrate with Yn and only her. She was the one who had been with him since the very beginning. Highs and lows. Rain or sunshine. Yn was there. Even when she couldn't do it physically, she always left post-it notes he would randomly find inside his suitcase, between his clothes, and in his pocket.
That's how he found himself drinking champagne from Yn's body, hearing the party noises at the street of his hotel through the open windows, but only paying attention to the noises coming out of Yn's mouth.
Mick nipped the skin of her neck, alternating between kissing and biting the exposed flesh, all while pressing his solid body against hers.
"I love you so much," he whispered, reaching for his Podium cap and putting it on Yn's head.
She giggled, straightening it and bringing his lips to hers in a messy kiss that tasted salty and sweet at the same time, "I'm so proud of you, Micky."
All the noises and thoughts faded the second Mick buried himself in her heat. Their fingers laced together, and her legs wrapped around his narrow waist bringing him even closer, making him grind against her clit, and plucked nipples. They fit like a puzzle.
"I spent the whole day thinking about celebrating with you, fucking you," Mick confessed, his eyes closed, his movements frantic, searching for that mind-numbing orgasm he knew they were close to.
"I still can't believe you sneak us out like this for a quick fuck," she joked, and he gave her a sinful smirk, reaching for her boob and squeezing it.
"Who said it's a quick fuck?"
And before she could answer Mick pulled all the way out, only to bottom up to the hilt bringing Yn to a sensual haze. "I'm keeping you all night, Schatzi. And it's a good thing they know about it, so next time they'll spare the invitation, and we can just skip to our private party altogether."
and to party they did. The whole night.
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― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Thank you sm for making sure I'm taking care, nonny <3 I ended up burning myself indeed lol but Im back and a bit better *virtual hug* I hope I did your request justice though its a short piece.
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sakasakiii · 2 months
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Hi!
I just wanted to say that I love your art very much. It is so pretty. It motivates me to keep on drawing.
Also- are you okay? How are you?
HELLO NONNIE!!! sorry for taking SO long to reply to this, but thank you sm for ur concern and for taking the time to send such a kind message 🥺 I'm doing fine! like i explained in my comeback post a few days ago, i've just been really busy hahahah.... which has been somewhat of a pattern in 2022-23? man. idk how i managed to do 2 posts a week regularly for all of 2021 but take me back to those peaceful days huhuhu 🥴 all in all, i'm alright dw!!
im absolutely honoured to hear that you've been inspired by my art!! it's very humbling to know u've taken the time to get such meaningful things out of the.... whatever it is ive been making HAAHAHA 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ THANK YOUUU and i hope you keep creating!! nothing would make me happier than to see you continue pursuing ur art and i hope to see it one day for myself 🤞 HOHOOO??
i received a few more check-in asks from some other nonnies, so i'll follow up with them here ❤️ thank you to everyone who sent in things!! ur all too nice aughhh
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ill throw in a lil post-angband sketch w/ amras n mae, bc i was in a mood to draw some cosy comfort things 🤗 (surviving) redheads gotta stick together !!
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