#god i love misty

[sawyerconfort]

hi! saw that ur reqs r open and ur gonna write for mallory! so yay for that!! but i would like to req a fic with misty from your prompts 1 & 3 (bcuz i feel like those r something she would say) thank u! have a good day!<3

YAY! Thank you anon!

Oh my, the cuteness of this request!

Misty deserves all the love!

Let's do it then!

Enjoy!

Requests open (for any fandom i write for)!

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1. “you smell really nice." 3. “i think i’m falling for you.”

(look at her she's literally a baby ugh)

For days, you waited to speak with her. For weeks. For months. For years. Misty would never come back from the nightmare of losing herself in her personal hell and that was one of the worst things you could ever witness in your entire life.

Then came that boy. That tall, intimidating, powerful blond boy. And he brought her back like magic, like it was nothing. He did something you've been looking to do for many years, and would have done, if you had enough magic and knowledge to find the right way.

As much as you wanted to hug her, touch her, kiss her, you had a high amount of common sense that still spoke louder in your brain, and it made you want to wait for the moment when she was feeling better to approach.

Misty hadn't even returned twenty-four hours from her personal hell when Cordelia appeared at your bedroom door, after a catastrophic episode in which she nearly died, and her eyes looked more loving than ever when they looked into your face.

"(Y\N)?", she called you, affectionately. "Misty wants to talk to you."

"Me?" you frowned, getting up. Cordelia shrugged, and as her expression was calm and light, you thought with relief that it couldn't be anything serious. Cordelia walked you to her room, which is where Misty was, and then stopped in the doorway, waiting for you to come in to leave you alone.

And she was there, sitting, still, with her back to you. When she heard your footsteps, Misty turned her head and smiled, her eyes closed, giving you room on the bed. You smiled back and felt her whole body light up with joy and gratitude for that moment.

"I missed ya", was the first thing she said to you. The thing that looked like it came out of a dream. The thing that made your heart lose control and race wildly.

"Me… me too…", you whispered, still catching your breath. "You can't even imagine how much."

"I think I can figure it out…", she laughed, and then her arms pulled you into a hug so hot and so sweet you never wanted to break, not even in an emergency. "Ya smell really nice, (Y\N)", she said, again, making your heartbeat drop.

"You… you too…", you whispered, laughing, trying not to stutter.

She smiled and seemed not to mind your nervousness. Misty just wanted to be able to, honestly, be with you again. That was definitely the most important part for her. Misty didn't break the embrace, and only made it last longer, smelling you pleasantly for a while longer.

"I don't say just because of the perfume, because… I acquired a new gift of being able to smell people… their soul. And ya soul is good, (Y\N), there's nothing bad inside from ya…"

You laughed, you missed her daydreams, and honestly, you didn't even care about their veracity. Just knowing that Misty was still your Misty was comforting enough.

"But there's one thing… One thing I need to tell ya, and I planned to tell ya before, before the Seven Wonders happened and all that…", she whispered, breaking away from the hug and looking into your eyes. "There's something that haunts and intrigues me, and I think ya need to know…"

"You can tell me anything, whatever it is. You know that, Misty…"

"The thing is, (Y\N)… I think I'm falling for ya."

You were too impressed to say anything, and your heart, which had already calmed down, raced again. You looked at her and frowned in disbelief, but not upset or scared.

"Oh, I mean, uh…" Misty stammered for the first time, feeling like she has messed up with everything. "(Y\N), I…"

"Me too."

It was the only thing you said before kissing Misty with all your love and feeling for her, whether it was on impulse or not. And having her reciprocate was a surprise that warmed your heart. When you pulled away from her, Misty's little eyes were opening and twinkling, and she looked up at you with a warm little smile.

"Ya were saying?" she whispered playfully as you smiled.

"I was just saying that I'm falling for you too," you replied in the same tone, still smiling. "And that… maybe, just maybe, I'd like to kiss you again…"

Misty cupped your face in both hands and nodded.

"I really hope this is my personal heaven," you could hear her whispering to herself as she kissed you again, as the world collapsed around you, too busy to even pay attention.

[nataliesscatorccio]

YELLOWJACKETS

[lesbiantahani]

shaking christina ricci by the shoulders like i know you probably love misty quigley more than i do but i need you to know ur performance and creation of such an unhinged pathetic failwoman with no social queues or boundaries who yearns to be loved in such an inherently desperate and heartbreaking way has irreversibly changed me and we dont get women written like this alot so please dont ever forget that if u so much as asked id die for this little poodle freak w glasses too big for her face

[wistfulwatcher]

You've been here for me in a way that no one has.

[miekasa]

when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

[thisiswhatitfeltlike]

y’all i js finished yellowjackets (bc i always take large breaks in between watching shows then binge them within a day or two) and i am NOT OKAY!!

[gravehags]

live from my backyard

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

everytime Castiel appears on my screen, somewhere in the back of my mind the sweet honeydew velvet voice of Lesley Gore starts singing Misty into my ear. time stops, there's cherry blossoms dancing in the breeze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and the rose coloured glasses are starting to feeling more like rose coloured irises at his point

[reuptakeinhibitor]

i love stobin working retail jobs and sharing a resume so much but consider this. steve follows robin to bloomington, indianapolis, west lafayette, wherever she decides to go and they get a little apartment. maybe they decide to go out of state but i think they stay in the midwest. then st takes a page from buffy and steve works construction while robin goes to school.

[misty-wisp]

omg a sona ref :3c

soooo i drew this design WAYYYY back in like...october i think? but never made a proper ref sheet out of it bc i didn't feel like it yet. but now i feel like it so here she iiiis :] witchsty my friend witchsty

i'll be real it's not up to standards with my oc refs (minimal shading, more simplistic graphic design than usual, etc.) but like. it works. so idrc that much :P

[antlerqueer]

Uhhh Misty tried to force herself on coach Ben? How is she perfect when she can’t understand consent?

She literally consumed human meat. She threatened and physically harmed an elderly woman in her care. She tortured and murdered a woman. She, as an adult, almost assaulted her date if he hadn't been saved by Natalie with a gun in her living room. She happily covered up manslaughter. She put dead body parts in a patient's casket. She didn't even vote before voting for Taissa.

You're talking about crimes she tried to commit as a teen, I'm talking about crimes she has and continues to commit as an adult. We are not the same.

[thedeadthree]

A FALLEN STAR FELL FROM YOUR HEART. ✧

i had the truly highest honor for my first commission to be from my sweetest friend jess @leviiackrman for my darling mistress of mists the lady iovanna dayne! ✧ jess, i know i said this a million times before and in the email but you truly are a treasure! your attention to detail, and thoughtfulness is the loveliest thing! the hand gesture! her haunting violet eyes and the purples and amethyst notes in her style and the background! the mists in the background! her hair and the dress and the rings, and she included her crown! you must be a wizard because you captured her exactly from my mind! you all must commission her she's truly a treasure!

[aforgottenthing]

do you ever think about the fact that the entire phoenix wright: ace attorney trilogy happens because gregory edgeworth dies.

[wistfulwatcher]

i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit

written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).

prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)

read here on ao3

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher​

Blessed art the Schools of Known magick to keep the creaks and slips of wood betwixt his walls and doors quiet and sealed and tempered from the moans and outright growling of his sacred copulation with his Goddess; blessed art the myriad of stamina potions riddled within cupboards nearby, and with the littlest bits of leaf and root to keep and chew to borne Roland’s willpower back onto viable, audible cues.

But that streak of fear hast his borne blood to blue ice whence a familiar knock … and then a familiar voice comes through that cracked door before the White Beauty barrs them from truly seeing inside Roland's College room. He shoots up from his nest of blankets and comforters, littered in bruises and tender marks of sharpened teeth, and gently lethargic aside the creases of his eyes for this pleasant, common coupling.

He gawps openly. And then crows and chokes for an amiable calling. "Onmund!" calls he, shuffling quickly; falling from the bed in a great 'thud'; bobbing palms for pleasantries of his physical health. "What is the matter?"

He mouths 'keep him there?' with an endearing tilt to his eyebrows, as he leaves that desperate warmth of the bed to find his trousers; to mind those slicks of covetous blankets and furs what threaten to cling at his ankles. “Is there a fresh Lesson? Hast J’zargo burnt the kitchen once more?”

[lesbiantahani]

holding adult misty by the sides of her face yelling STOP CRAWLING BACK AND HELPING THE PEOPLE WHO'VE KICKED YOU WHILE DOWN LIKE A WOUNDED LOYAL DOG but i know she wouldnt listen bc shes too full of compulsive love and constantly coming back is what actually gives her agency in her relationships