#weak spot

[holylulusworld]

Weak Spot

Summary: He has a weak spot for you.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of his business, protective Bucky, established relationship

A/N: I love soft mafia Bucky. So, you will all suffer with me...

<< Part 1 - Soft Spot

“Bucky! What did you do?” You look at your boyfriend. Men came to his house, carrying heavy boxes inside the library next to his office.

His father used the room to impress his business partners with all the expensive books he bought over the years. However, Bucky turned the library into your second favorite place.

Your favorite place is right next to him.

“I bought a few more books,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I think we need to expand the library. Maybe we can break through a wall and use one of the spare guestrooms.”

“Bucky, it’s too much,” you say. Your eyes are glued to the books the men unpack. “Oh my god! Did you buy a whole library?”

You gasp as more men with more boxes walk past you and Bucky. “All for my girl,” he whispers in your ear. Bucky softly pecks your cheek as you stand next to him. Speechless.

Your heart wants to burst. Every gesture and every word tells you how much you mean to the man by your side.

“We should leave them to their job, doll. Let's look at the books later.”

A few hours later Bucky sits in the library, in one of the old armchairs you found in an antique shop. You are on his lap, snuggled into his chest as he reads you one of your favorite books.

“How was your day?" you softly ask. “Did Stark agree to the deal? He’s a stubborn man, isn’t he?”

“I know you’ll make a perfect queen,” Bucky wraps his arm a little tighter around your body. He sighs deeply, wishing his business wasn’t part of your life now. If only he could give up on business and run away with you.

“Do you sometimes wish I was someone else?” you ask. “You know, an insider. A woman who grew up in your world.”

“No!” Bucky drops the book as you look at him with teary eyes. “Where is this coming from, Y/N? You are the one for me. I don’t want anyone else.”

“I heard your men talk. They told you that I’m your weak spot and a liability. That I will get you killed one day,” you choke on your words. “I don’t want you to die because of me. I love you too much.”

“Doll, I won’t get killed,” he drops the book to wrap both arms around your trembling body. “No one will dare get between us. You are the only woman I want. No one compares to you. I love you more than anything in my life.”

You hide your face in his neck to inhale his cologne. Bucky always smells good. “I love the books and the library.”

“It’s the least I could do after you quit your job for me,” he replies softly. “Did you think about my offer?”

You giggle.

Bucky asked you to become his sexy kitten and offered belly rubs as payment last week. "Sir, I am considering your offer.”

“Hmm…good…that’s good.”

He gently runs his hand over your head, patting you. “I didn’t quit my job for you. I left because I couldn’t work with people harassing the man I love.”

Bucky doesn’t tell you this is the same thing. He smiles and enjoys having you in his arms. All he wants is you by his side for the rest of his life.

“You better pick that book back up, Sir,” you lift your head to look Bucky in the eyes. “I won’t accept violence against books in this house.”

He grins at your words and says, “Baby doll, I promise to protect the books too. No one will touch them. I swear.”

"You are a great man," you say while snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes. “My protective and strong boyfriend.”

“My sweet and caring girlfriend,” he says as you softly whisper his name. “I’ll burn the world for you…”

>> Part 3

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[mermmarie]

“Welcome back, stranger.”

The dice left his hands. Luck had been on your side. He landed on Boardwalk. “Pay up.” You brought your head up to smirk. Donnie reached for his bills when his hand halted. You didn’t need to know what the properties were worth. He did all the math for you. All you needed to see was the exact moment he realized he didn’t have enough. It was divine. “Aw…” Your voice raised several octaves. “Don’t have enough?” Donnie’s hand shook from where it was hovering. You took another languid sip from your straw. “Wow, must be tough to know you were beat by superior players.” Donnie launched himself over the table. Your arms shot out and your drink left your hand. The last thing you saw was Dean in motion before Donnie’s weight collided with you. The two of you slid all the way across the hardwood floor into a nearby wall. There was then a resounding clatter and you opened your eyes deliriously to watch as monopoly money floated through the air. Kaleb let out a roar and shot out of his chair. You looked down at Donnie to find him watching you with huge eyes. There was an open confusion there as he hadn’t quite put together what happened. You didn’t feel any pain despite being halfway across the room and found yourself bundled in his arms with his face to your chest. Staring at his owlish form, your lips wrinkled until you burst out laughing.

Chapter 17 of Weak Spot

@afreakingdork Idk maybe I'm weird but I really loved this part. 😭💜

[samanthastarss]

@afreakingdork *Drops this at your feet and skitters away*

The most recent Weak Spot chapter had me thinking about past Donnie (among many other things but those are drawings for later 👀🫠🤭) because of how much he's grown from that version of himself.

Soooooo i scribbled about bcs i realised i literally haven't drawn him properly before, like, i can't think of any ws sketch i did w/ his glasses, and they're cool so i wanted to do one now lol🕺

[twordish-ler]

Weak spot & I’m not ticklish

Darling, you know it is useless to lie to a tickle monster like me. Not when it is so easy to find out the truth.

A blush is noticable whenever you try to act like you’re not. How about we test it? Let’s see how not ticklish you are, hm? Let’s see how many giggles are totally not going to bubble out of your mouth. Let’s see how much the tickle monster knows about their little giggle-bug!~

I could pretend you’re not even a tad bit tickly, but what would be the fun in that? It will only take a matter of time before I will pin you down and have you cackling. It will take one finger wiggling against your little weak spot to get you giggling before the tickle monster.

And I will enjoy every little noise that comes with the adorable laughter. The laughter that I manage. The laughter I adore. I could have you writhing beneath me by tracing all over the spots that I know drive you crazy. I won’t spot until we both know the point is proven.

It was useless to lie to me. It was unless you wanted this outcome as much as I did.

[thepinkpanther83]

Weak Spot: Chapter 38

Leo and Raph arguing at the Farmer’s Market.

I love drawing these guys! This ones for @afreakingdork cause I love her and her big brain, awesome book! Go read it now!

[bi-disaster-yn]

Interview With the Vampire

Part 1 - Weak Spot | Part 2

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x vampire!fem!Reader

Summary: Nancy wants to understand more about her girlfriend’s interesting past.

Warnings: Contains mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: I love this AU and vampire!Reader so hope you guys like this! Although technically a part 2, this can be read as a standalone.

“What does it taste like?”

Nancy’s question admittedly had caught you off-guard. Never had you shared a relationship so intimately with a human who knew what you were and therefore, had never had to describe such a thing. It rendered you dumbfounded and bested, scrambling your thoughts together to try and concoct a half-decent answer. Then again, Nancy Wheeler usually did have that effect on people.

“Blood?” You asked, rather stupidly. 

“No, honey, the other meals you’ve been having the past 1000, or whatever years you have been alive.” Nancy laughed, shaking her head at you in disbelief. “Of course, I mean blood!”

You swallowed thickly, confused by Nancy’s sudden interest in the taste of blood. Things had been relatively normal since you revealed your vampiric status to her. You had gone along with life as usual, with Nancy just having the added context about you. It actually made her feel safer; she fell asleep at night clutching tightly on to you while you enjoyed watching over her and feeling her heart beating in her chest against your body. If she asked questions, then she might start to get scared of you again when she heard your answers. Although, you should have prepared yourself for the day that Nancy started to ask questions. As an aspiring journalist, it was quite literally her forte.

“Well,” you shakily began, walking through the woods backwards with your hands in your pockets, facing her as she followed you.  “It tastes different for me than it would for you. It would probably taste metallic and unpleasant for you. But for me, it’s like a sweet wine.”

Nancy nodded, rolling her tongue along the inside of her cheek. You tried to gauge her reaction. It wasn’t of disgust, nor was it of fear. She seemed indifferent, if not a little interested.

“Huh.” Was all she replied and it unnerved you. That was it? No follow-up, no third degree. Just a simple acceptance from the detail oriented and vastly intelligent Nancy? Something wasn’t right.

“That’s all I get, is it? ‘Huh’?” You asked, laughing lightly with hopes that Nancy might take her cards away from her chest and reveal what was going on inside her mind.

“Yeah, I was just curious.” She hummed sweetly and continued walking, as if you’d just told her something completely normal. 

You continued to walk backwards along the trail, feeling like you’d escaped her interrogation relatively unscathed. Nancy’s cheeks and nose turned pink as the cold bit at them while your complexion remained even and unaffected. Your jacket was more for style rather than substance and you couldn’t help but notice the slight shudder in Nancy’s shoulders as she shivered.

“Do you want my jacket? You look cold.” You offered. She gave you a sweet smile and a grateful nod. Immediately, you removed your jacket and draped it over her delicate shoulders. It hugged her petite frame and she seemed instantly satisfied to be wrapped in something you owned, pulling it round herself so it held her tighter.

“Better?” You asked.

“Better.” She replied, smiling but studying your face. Her curiosity returned for another round as she clearly pondered something else about you.

“What was your life like before… this?” Her next question made her earlier survey of you begin to make sense. She was trying to picture you in other time periods and how you might have fitted into them. To the others in Hawkins, you appeared as though you had lived there your whole life but she knew the truth. Your body had persisted for many lifetimes since your birth. How many identities had you had in your time on this planet?

It had been a long time since you really thought about what life was like before this never-ending existence. Having been a vampire for so long, you had started to forget what life was like as a human. Being so close to Nancy gave you little surprising reminders, like the way she’d get tired and fall asleep on you or the way her breath would quicken when she got stressed. Nonetheless, you still felt a million miles away from that life.

“I was a princess.” You started, thinking carefully about your past life. “I was changed right before The Crusades.”

Nancy’s jaw suddenly dropped, clearly fascinated by your admission. She tilted her head to search for eye contact and sped up her pace but you continued backwards, avoiding it.

“You were a princess?! What?! How have you never told me this before?” Nancy exclaimed excitedly but then frowned at your grimacing and uncomfortable expression.

“Yeah, the leader of my coven decided he wanted me so he kidnapped me and changed me into a vampire. I’ve been like this ever since.” You mumbled in explanation, burying your hands deeper into your hoodie pockets and slumping your shoulders. The memory came with a sting, even more so as you had put off thinking about it for quite some time.

But you loved Nancy, and if she was going to accept you for who you were, you would answer all of her questions until she was satisfied.

“Oh, baby,” she said softly, her voice soothing and laced with concern. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” “No, it’s okay. Now you know why I hunt bad guys who hurt women and children.” You shook your head, rolling your shoulders back to try and assert some sort of feigned confidence. Whilst you did hunt women too, men were far more likely to be the ones committing such heinous crimes.

“So…” Nancy started but was unsure if she should continue. “Just because he decided he wanted you, you’ve to stay with him?” Her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to understand the arrangement of your coven and feared it might be something more sinister than she imagined.

“I can leave if I want to but it’s lonely out there and I don’t really have the means to start my own coven.” You told her, although the possibility of starting your own coven hadn’t occurred to you. The one you were in was fine, although you had never truly fitted in. You mostly spent your time with Nancy anyway and were more than capable of hunting on your own.

Nancy parcelled that information and stored it for another time, not wanting to push you on it today. The intention was that she’d eventually attempt to persuade you to leave your captor, but she didn’t want to risk upsetting you after you’d been so gracious in opening up to her. Instead, she continued down another line of questioning.

“Didn’t Dracula live through the Crusades?” Nancy considered aloud.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Although, if your cultural reference for vampires is Dracula then I’m disappointed, Nance.”

“What? Why? What other one could there be?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“Carmilla of course! She came way before Dracula and she’s much better.” You said and watched Nancy give you a look of genuine interest. “A gay vampire who lures in beautiful women, sound familiar?”

Nancy blushed at that, dipping her head in an attempt to hide just how wide her smile was. If there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d never get tired of your girlfriend’s bashful responses to your flirting.

“I’ll need to check that one out.” Nancy grinned, still feeling giddy about your compliment and hiding her face with the lapels of your jacket.

It became clear that Nancy wasn’t going to become terrified of you again. Naturally, she’d have questions about your life. All she wanted to do was understand you and feel closer to you. A part of you had been hidden from her up until now and she was entitled to look further into it. If anything, it made her love you more because it was honest. Now she’d had a preview, she was furiously conjuring up further questions in her mind to put to you.

“What’s something you’ve learned over the years?” She asked next. Her question was good. Obviously, it was. Nancy was born to be a journalist. It made you pause before landing on something worthwhile.

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale 

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 

Signifying nothing.”

The words rolled off your tongue, having heard them many times before. It was a beautiful piece from Shakespeare’s MacBeth that you enjoyed and had sadly up until a short while ago, related to. Nancy, having also recognised it from being the conscientious student she was, frowned in response.

“Is that what you think about life?” She asked, perplexed by your choice of answer.

“It was.” You answered simply. “Until I met you.” 

At this, she couldn’t help but blush. Despite having seen her naked many times, it was always your way with words that caused Nancy to become sheepish. 

“Fan of Shakespeare then?” She giggled, prodding your shoulder.

“He’s alright, met him a couple of times. Doesn’t quite live up to watching ABBA win Eurovision in person back in ‘74 though.” You coyly replied, knowing that would pique her interest. 

“This just gets better and better!” Nancy told you, looking at you in complete awe. It was like you were a character who had managed to walk off the pages of a book and into her world. To her, you truly were something amazing and magical to behold.

“Okay, one last question.” She stated and you gave her an encouraging expression. Altering your path, you moved so that you could walk alongside her and put your arm round her, bracing yourself for the question.

“Am I the only one you’ve ever been in love with?”

“Yes.” Your answer came without any hesitation, because it was true. You’d never felt anything for anyone the way you felt for Nancy.

“But you’ve lived for so long.”

“I’ve had mates before, sure. But it was nothing like this, Nance. We are unbreakable.” You explained and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“But I’m a human.” She responded with a melancholic sigh. Often, you tried to forget about Nancy’s prospective mortality and the fact that one day, you would lose her. Once in her presence, you were only able to focus on her and worshipping her. She just had to taint the moment with a callous and untimely reminder that your time together was limited.  

Nevertheless, it was a cruel fact of life. You would endlessly persist in this existence long after Nancy was six feet under. It had taken you a millennium to find her, who knew when you might find someone else again. There was no other Nancy Wheeler and there never would be another one again.

When she died, your chance at love would die with her.

“I just try to make the most of what we have together.” You offered shyly, rubbing her arm and holding her a little closer.

“What if I ever changed my mind? You know, about not wanting to be a vampire.” A final yet incredibly important question slipped from Nancy’s lips before she could stop it. Although she had not carefully considered it before asking, she didn’t seem to regret asking it. In fact, she found herself eager to hear your answer.

“Well, if you do change your mind, then let me know. Until then, Nance, I’m happy to just spend every moment with you.”

She let out a contented hum at your answer just as she had done earlier and didn’t say anything else. Instead, she leaned into your hold, resting her head on your shoulder and enjoying the rest of your walk through the woods together.

[vicioustrollop69]

FKA twigs - Weak Spot (1 of 4)

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

I recommend that you don’t try to picture the moment in which Louis & Harry realized - when they were about to deliver one of their first shows- that before they met they shared the room as an audience enjoying the same The Script concert.

👉🏼The Script ❤️

[mermmarie]

Hi! Just wanted to pop in and say I love your work!

@afreakingdork

But in all seriousness... Uh... Hi!! Wasn't expecting this at all but I'm glad you enjoy my work! The feeling is mutual!! 💖

[arrronia]

As respectfully as one could say this. I can confirm that this place can be tickly, even self-ticklish depending. >.<

That's so nice to know that, thank you for confirming;)

Girls, take notes!💅

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

When you and Homelander get married please may I make your wedding cake? Pretty please with a cherry on top!

"I.. "

Uncertain expressions flicker across his face. Bittersweet smile.

" Thank you, s-should that ever-- that is, should your services ever be needed your ..generous ...offer is.. duly noted. "

[thepinkpanther83]

Babybel!!! Read “Weak Spot” Chapter 36! Do it now! ✨🧀✨

Fanart for @afreakingdork 💞

With hopefully more to come as time permits! 💖

[rastronomicals]

10:03 AM EST January 28, 2024:

The Detroit Cobras - "Weak Spot" From the album Baby (September 27, 2005)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Garage Revival

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Accordingly, Lansdale immediately made for his weak spot.

Lansdale: Well, now, I want to say this – and without intent of flattery or complimenting or anything else – that you're probably the most intelligent man I ever met and I'm not sold on myself that I kid you sometimes, see? And I'll admit freely that at the time we had our discussion at Los Alamos I was not perfectly frank with you. My reasons for not being are immaterial now. Since your discussion with Colonel Pash I think that the only sensible thing is to be as frank with you as I can. I'm not going to mention certain names, but I think that you can give us an enormous amount of help, and as I talk you will realize, I think, some of the difficulties that have beset us.

Oppenheimer: There are some, I think, that I know already.

Lansdale: That's right. Now, I will say this, that we have not been, I might say, asleep at the switch, to a dangerous extent. We did miss some things, but we have known since February that several people were transmitting information about this project to the Soviet government.

Oppenheimer: I might say that I have not known that. I knew of this one attempt to obtain information which was earlier, or I don't, I can't remember the date, though I've tried.

Lansdale: Now, we have taken no action yet, except with respect to Lomanitz.

Oppenheimer: Are they people who would be in a position to transmit substantial information?

Lansdale: Yes, I'm so informed, I don't know personally, of course.

Oppenheimer: Well, Lomanitz by virtue of being a theoretical physicist would probably have a rather broad knowledge of the things he is working on.

"Brighter than a Thousand Suns: A Personal History of the Atomic Scientists" - Robert Jungk, translated by James Cleugh

[taterdraws]

been thinking about them a whole lot