#idk what id be w/o him

[matznothere]

heart eyes swooning heart thumping out of chest giggling kicking my feet man i love my bf sososo much

[silouvertongues]

gotta get up early for class tomorrow im so sleepy but i suddenly felt the urge to calculate how much money's been spent on my post secondary education till now and i literally feel nauseous

[girlwithfish]

guys I'm going on a trip w himmm I'm nervous. also do u go on trips w ur situationship casual person ur seeing I guess u can but it feels so couple-y. also he chose the cabin I didn't say my bias cuz I sent him my list and it had four options nd he said the cabin one and then another that was also a good option in my head and I said do u have a preference and then he chose the cabin :3 I didn't say which one I preferred..

[bunnyb34r]

Two medium, two topping, pizzas should not cost $50 with tip 😭 wtf is this shit

[sad--tree]

well shit. just checked out the lineup 4 bluesfest this year and i may have 2 actually brave the crowds 4 once. there might just be enough ppl id wanna see to make it worth it, altho tbh matthew good is almost enough for that on his own lol coz like. matthew good!!! that's the music of my freakin childhood man!! (*the most canadian sentiment ever)

[elegyofthemoon]

getting jumpscared by voice actors is so funny i was just trying to watch old dgrayman scene compiles and suddenly iAN SINCLAIR?????

[xrosevoidx]

now that j*e r*bertsons in the stw discord server i genuinely feel that one of these days hes gonna message in "honestly fuck all of you" and leave

[radiotorn]

having to restrain from saying anything when my dad dares to say that men get paid LESS than women. in what world. are you out of your fucking mind old man.

[yumenosakiacademy]

I FINALLY MANAGED 2 DRAW TORA

[lostgirlmuseum]

honey

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: Bucky notices you've been acting really strange lately... like, really strange. And flirty? What happened to you, and are your eyes... glowing?

Warnings: Mentions of reader having hair long enough to twirl, kissing w/o consent??? No use of y/n.

A/N: Hiiii. um. Is this bad? At first I didn't think so but then Idk I was like.. this isn't good. But then I was like, no it's fine... and then I was like no it's terrible, and now I'm like.. it's okay! I think? I'm sorry.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics, moodboard by me (more info at the end.)

It was late, and you felt sleep tug at your eyelids as you shut the door to the communal living room, a room you had to pass through to get to your bedroom. You were ready to get out of your street clothes, dry your damp hair, and get some shut-eye.

“Where have you been?” A gruff voice sounded and was quickly followed by the ‘click’ of a lamp and a dim light illuminating the figure seated in the corner of the room.

“Jesus!” You clutched your chest and nearly dropped your bag. “Fuck, Bucky, you scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing lurking in the dark?” You whispered harshly, although it was unnecessary. No one sleeping would be able to hear you from the living room.

“It’s three in the morning.” He stated, unmoving.

“I’m aware. Thanks.” 

“This is the sixth time in two weeks you’ve come home this late.” His voice remained low, his tone both bored and accusatory.

“So you’re watching me now?” You scoffed, your heartbeat finally slowing from his previous scare.

“Our rooms are right next to each other, I know when you’re not in there.” 

“Perv.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m going to ignore that.” 

“Good night,” you offered and began to leave the room.

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” He leaned forward in his seat and placed his forearms on his thighs.

“My whereabouts aren’t your business.” You stopped at the doorway and spoke over your shoulder.

“Your whereabouts became my business the second it started affecting your ability in the field.” He stood up and took a couple of steps towards you.

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I worry that your negligence and refusal to take care of yourself is going to result in a failed mission, or maybe even you getting a fellow teammate hurt.”

“Aw, and for a second I thought you might actually care about me.” You faked a pout and continued your way down the hall and to your room. He followed you the entire way, not saying anything. 

“My abilities are fine,” you stated, holding your ID up to the pad that would scan and unlock your door.

“You’ve been missing morning training, you’re slower than usual, and you’ve practically been falling asleep in your breakfast.” He sidestepped you to get a better view of your face.

You ignored Friday’s “Welcome back,” chime and stepped inside your room.

“Careful now, or I might start to suspect you’re a stalker.” You teased and began to close your door on him, but he pushed it back open.

“And why the hell is your hair damp? Because I know it wasn’t raining outside.”

“I’m going to bed now, Barnes.”

“If you don’t tell me where you’ve been I’ll bring my concerns to Steve.”

You rolled your eyes at his intense stare. “I’ve been doing some research.”

“On?” He lowered his hand from the door at your answer, secretly surprised you’d actually given him something.

“Nunya.”

“What’s—”

“Nunya business,” you laughed and slammed the door shut before he realized what you’d done.

You stifled a laugh at the grumbles you heard from behind your door and imagined how funny he looked out there. Fool.

Bucky stood at the kitchen counter pouring syrup on his waffles, trying his hardest not to think about the events of last night. Just as his frustration was slipping his mind, he heard footsteps entering the room. 

“Hi,” he offered roughly, not bothering to look up from his waffles as he could sense that it was you.

“Hey, pretty baby.”

Bucky choked on air and dropped the syrup bottle onto his plate, regrettably spilling half the container onto his now soggy waffles.

“Wh—what?” he tried to compose himself, eyebrows pinched in shock and confusion as he finally looked up at you.

“Pass me that peach, won’t you? I’m famished.” You slid onto a seat at the counter that Bucky was on the other side of, and pointed to the fruit bowl to his right.

Bucky, suddenly too stunned to speak, wordlessly handed you the peach. Only after watching you take a couple of bites did he find his words again. 

“What’s up with you?” He asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

“A girl can’t be hungry?” You wiped some juice from your mouth with the back of your hand and tilted your head innocently.

“What are you wearing?” His gaze shifted to your glamorous outfit, one he was shocked that you owned. He had never seen you dressed up so much. 

“Oh, this?” You glanced down at your scarlet silk slip dress and set your peach on the counter. “Just a little something I found buried in the back of my closet. Do you like it?” You stood and gave him a little spin. 

Bucky blushed and snapped his mouth shut, wondering how long he had his jaw dropped. Before Bucky could process what was happening, you had made your way in front of him and grabbed his vibranium arm.

“Stunning,” you breathed, inspecting it like you’d never really noticed it before. Bucky continued to stare as you laced your fingers, of which were adorned by many rings, with his metal ones. You held it up appreciatively.

Bucky swallowed as his gaze found your wrist. “That’s Tony’s watch.”

“I found it. Shiny, right? He won’t miss it.” You giggled, continuing to ogle his hand.

Bucky began to utter your name, but the word was cut off by your pointer finger meeting his lips, effectively shushing him. 

“Don’t call me that,” you ordered, and Bucky could sense your hostility, though it was quickly fading.

“You mean your name?” He mumbled once your hand receded.

“Call me Honey.” You grinned, voice smooth and silky again.

“Why?”

You brought his metal hand up to hold your cheek and used your other hand to gently grab his chin. Bucky could’ve sworn your eyes had a subtle gold sheen. You watched his pinched brows rise as you guided his lips to yours. The kiss lasted no more than three seconds before you pulled away, smirking at the way he gawked.

“Because I’m sweet?” You brazenly offered, leaving him a final kiss on his stubbled cheek. “I’ll see you later,” you smiled and walked away without glancing back once.

Bucky stood dazed, jaw loosely open again, blue eyes wide. Snapping himself out of it, he looked at the clock. 9:32. Bucky was certain you first walked in at 9:20. How long had he been standing there alone in shock? 

He whipped his head around the room for any hidden cameras or even a sign that he had imagined the whole thing. Maybe he was daydreaming? But his eyes fell onto the half-eaten fruit abandoned on the counter, and he subconsciously licked his lips. 

A subtle peach flavor lingered on his tongue.

“You’re seriously telling me you haven’t noticed anything off about her?” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Sam stretch for his run.

“I’ve hardly seen her lately,” Sam mumbled, bent over and touching his toes.

“She kissed me.”

“Ha, sure.” 

“Sam, she kissed me.”

“Wait,” Sam shot upwards and nearly tripped from the movement, “you’re serious? When? Why?”

“This morning. I don’t know why. She was acting—I don’t know! Weird!” 

“I would say kissing you is a solid indication of weirdness.”

Bucky ignored his comment.

“I swear, I saw her eyes glow…or shimmer, or something,” he added, looking off distantly.

“Cool it, loverboy,” Sam laughed.

“No,” Bucky grabbed Sam’s shoulder, tired of not being taken seriously, “I mean literally glow. Like, gold.”

“Where is she now?”

“Not sure.”

“Okay, well as long as she’s not hurting anybody I’m sure it’s nothing to be too concerned about. Maybe she’s wearing colored contacts? It’s a thing now.”

The next day Bucky knocked on your door. You opened it, and Bucky was surprised to see you covered in triple the amount of jewelry you had yesterday. Gold and silver bangles lined your arms, countless rings covered your fingers, and you even had some shiny new clips in your hair. He did notice that you still only had on a single necklace, the same golden topaz pendant you had yesterday.

“Hello, pretty boy.” You greeted, voice sickeningly sweet.

“Where did you go last night?” Bucky asked, straight to the point. He was more worried than ever now with your late-night adventures.

“Why? Worried I was with someone? Don’t be jealous, Darling.”

“You’re not in your right mind,” he said, catching the way your eyes shone again.

“My mind is perfectly clear, Sarge.” You smiled and shook your head at him like he was a child.

“I really don’t think so, ‘Honey’. Until yesterday, I wouldn’t have described you as a kleptomaniac.”

“It’s not a crime to like shiny things.” You laughed like he was the one being preposterous. 

“But it is a crime to steal them. Cough it up.” Bucky snapped his fingers and held his hand out. He knew none of them were yours, and he wondered how many unsuspecting strangers you managed to con.

“You’re such a tease.” You tried but saw that he wasn’t going to budge. “Ugh, fine.”

One by one, you removed your collection from your body, starting with your diamond earrings. Bucky continued to place the jewelry in his many jacket pockets as you handed them over.

“Tony’s watch, too,” he chided when he noticed you made no effort to remove it. You gave a dramatic huff and unclasped it.

You had given him everything except the necklace and he was getting impatient. 

“You’re being a child, give me the necklace—”

“No!” You screamed and swatted away his hand as it stretched toward your neck. “Don’t you fucking touch it.” You snarled.

“Jesus—” He nearly pissed his pants, he had never seen you so aggressive.

“I keep the necklace.” It was not a question.

“Fine.”

“You can leave. You’ve stolen my joy.” Your sultry and sweet demeanor had completely vanished, leaving you with a cold stare. 

It was clear the instant you bared your teeth at him that the necklace was the culprit of your personality transplant and gilded eyes. 

The big question was how was he going to get it off of you? And would taking it off of you be enough to fix you?

And does he even want to?

I mean, you are much nicer to him this way…

God, stop it Bucky! She needs your help. Start thinking with your brain.

Bucky cooked up a plan, and it involved more jewelry.

“I come with a peace offering.” Bucky knocked on your door, not too differently than how he did the day before.

“What is it?” You asked, cracking the door open in curiosity.

Bucky gave an awkward smile and held up a gold necklace he got Natasha to lend him.

“Oh my God, it’s magnificent,” you cooed, opening the door fully to let him in.

You had a one-track mind.

“Do you want me to help you put it on?” Bucky offered, hoping it would be that easy to fix you. It was simple��trade your cursed ‘voodoo doodoo’ necklace for a normal one.

“I’ll wear it later…I like the one I have on now.” You nodded, protectively clutching the golden gem.

Okay, so not as simple as he’d hoped.

“Fair enough. It is very pretty.”

“I know.” You smirked and took a seat on the side of your bed.

Bucky did his best to casually sit next to you.

“Where can I get one?” He asked, eyes lingering on your black skirt.

“You like shiny things too, handsome?” You asked, walking your fingers teasingly up his arm.

“Sure.” He suppressed a shiver as your fingers got closer to his neck.

“I hate to burst your bubble,” you laughed, bringing your hands to cup the pendant, “but this necklace is one of a kind.”

“And how did you get your hands on it?” He asked, trying to keep his voice light enough that you wouldn’t suspect his ulterior motive.

You bit your bottom lip as you thought of whether to tell him. You rolled your eyes playfully, “I’ll tell you a little, but only because you’re so cute.”

Cute? Fuck, you might be more fucked up than he thought if you’re thinking he’s cute.

“Someone hired me a couple of weeks ago to find it. I guess they were a fan, familiar with my investigative research before joining your ‘big league’ Avengers. I did a lot of work to find this puppy.” Your eyes only seemed to glow brighter when you stared at it. 

Bucky knew he had to play this safe. If he took the immediate hostile route of ripping the necklace off of you, he’d be risking it failing, and then you wouldn’t trust him again. He realized he needed to give you another reason to get close to him, and his next thought made his cheeks warm.

“Why are you getting so blushy, soldier? Do I make you nervous?” You giggled.

“More than you realize,” he chuckled and let his gaze fall to his feet.

“You are just the sweetest thing. I’ve always taken a liking to you.”

“You have?” Bucky swung his head to you at your disclosure.

“How could I not?”

Come on Bucky. You can do this. Be a man.

You’re doing this for her. You’re doing this for her. You’re doing this also a little bit for yourse— no, you’re doing this for her!

“Can I kiss you?” He rushed, his voice only cracking once.

“You don’t need to ask, sweet thing.”

Bucky took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to see your distorted honey eyes bore into his. He leaned forward, met your plush lips, and slid one hand to your shoulder. One second you’re kissing, and the next he’s yanking the chain from your neck so quickly that you barely had time to scream.

The impact of his effort left you falling onto the floor and clutching your neck, heaving like you’d just come up for air after being underwater for much too long.

Bucky called your name and fell to his knees beside you, instinctively putting a hand on your back to console you.

“Hey, you’re okay! You’re okay,”

You looked up from the carpet into his worried eyes and let out a sharp sob. 

“I don’t—I don’t even know what—” your stutters quickly dissolved and with a gasp, your hands flung from your neck to your mouth as if you couldn’t believe what you’d done. “Oh, Bucky, I’m so—I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, I know it wasn’t you,” he rushed, simply wanting that look off of your face.

“Stupid, so stupid,” you sputtered, and he couldn’t tell if you were referring to yourself or the necklace.

“Where did you get this?” Bucky asked, lifting the cursed pendant that he had yet to drop.

“A boat wreck just off the coast,” you said, itching at your neck.

“So that’s why your hair was wet…and someone’s been paying you? To find this?”

You nodded your head and pushed back the hair that fell into your face.

“Who?” Bucky gently grabbed your jaw to get you to look at him. “Why do they want it?”

“I don’t know, some art collector? They didn’t give me a name." You winced. "Can you please get that thing out of my sight? It’s making my head hurt.”

He glanced at the necklace, “Of course, I’m sorry,” and tossed it behind him.

You sat quietly for a moment, just thinking. You groaned and began to stand up. Bucky quickly offered his assistance.

“Buck, can we do this another night? I really just need to…I need to sleep this off I think.”

He quickly nodded, secretly embarrassed at being essentially kicked out, and shuffled to the door. Just as he was about to close it behind him, you called for him to wait. 

Confused, he turned to see you racing up to him. You stood, gave a shy grin, and leaned in to give him a light kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. "For saving me."

A chill crawled up Bucky’s spine. 

He barely caught the golden glint in your eyes.

A/N: Maybe I should've spent longer on this, but I just got to the point where I felt like I needed to just post it. Please let me know if you liked it!

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[dwntwn-strnlo]

can I request?? ok so if yes, can you do matt x reader w freckles, nd one day they're js laying in bed nd when u wake up, nd look at matt, all he can focus on are your summer freckles and sun-kissed cheeks, nd she's like "what??" nd he js sits there nd talks abt how pretty she is during this time of year.. idk if tha made sense, but yea🤠✌️, anyways thank you!!

thank you sm for the request! sorry it took so long, love you ❤️

SUN-KISSED matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. everyone thank @oneirophobic for forcing me to write this whole thing in 30 minutes.

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

your eyes drew heavy as you watched the television played the late night run of various shows. now playing one of the first episodes of the 90s hit- full house.

knowing your close to breaking through your slight vision of being awake and descending into a soft slumber, you turn your head to look at matt. ready to bare him goodnight.

but to your surprise, hes already looking down at you. his light blue eyes lay heavy like yours, ready to be overcome into his own sleep.

he raises his hand up to your face, gently dragging his thumb across your cheek. "your freckles are so pretty," he smiles, the late haze overpowering his voice.

a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. in the summer, your freckles always turn up, being more accentuated then they are during the winter. and matt cant get enough of it. "thank you, love."

"like little stars," he mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your nose.

you giggle lightly at the feeling. "i really need to take you star gazing one night."

he lazily shrugs, "no use in that, really."

raising a brow at him, you laugh. "really? why's that. you would love it, i can promise that."

his eyes search yours, taking a long pause before finally responding to you. "id never even glance up at the sky. i can promise that." he giggles, smiling brightly at you.

the words make you immediately feel like jell-o in his arms. your face undoubtedly flashes a bright shade of pink as he beams down at you. wanting nothing more than to bury your face in matts neck, attempting to hide your embarrassment.

running his thumb over your nose, and then your cheek again, he sighs gently. "id rather count the stars right here than the ones above us."

you smile, pushing yourself up to press a passionate kiss on his lips. his thumb still carefully running back and forth under your eye. "i love you, kid." you mumble, pulling away just enough to press your forehead unto his.

"i love you too." he smiles, pulling you back into the kiss.

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[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

Anon’s request: “Could you possibly do 'Loki with a S/O who has dyscalculia?' (And also autism, if you're comfortable with including more than one?) Perhaps they're on a mission and split up from the others, only for the reader to find themselves in a situation where math is involved (Idk, maybe a keypad equation to open something?), and Loki had no idea about their dyscalculia until right then?”

Summary: You and Loki started dating recently, but as seeing you struggle with a seemingly simple part of a mission will show him, there are still some things about you that he doesn’t know.

A/N: I don't have dyscalculia myself (I did research it, but that's not the same as experiencing it), so please let me know if any of my descriptions of it aren’t accurate, so I can revise them. Apart from that, enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Slight insecurity from the reader.

The hallways of the facility you were infiltrating were silent, save for the distant sounds of gunfire and crashing as your teammates fought through anyone who attacked them, to allow you and Loki the chance to get to the main office. The USB stick that would be used to hack into one of the computers and download classified information about the organisation’s plans, along with the ID card you swiped from a higher-up earlier, felt heavy in your pocket, as you stayed alert to avoid anything that could compromise your mission.

You and Loki found that you worked together quite well in the field. Your respective skills matched up nicely, he made sure to communicate clearly with you, and you were often on the same wavelength. It was no wonder that the two of you would be grouped together for this mission – nor, perhaps, that you had become a couple about a month previously.

Just as you were about to turn down the next corridor, Loki stopped you, gently guiding you behind him as he checked around the corner for any guards. His eyebrows creased after a moment, as he slowly walked further down the hall, tentatively giving you the gesture you had both agreed on to follow him.

Surprisingly, despite the door to your destination being in sight, there were no soldiers near it.

“The coast looks clear.” You murmured, just audible enough for your partner to hear you.

“But why…?” He inquired, seemingly listening out for anyone trying to sneak up on you both. “Why would they not guard somewhere so important?”

You looked around for any hidden cameras, and sure enough, you saw a few – one at each end of the hall, and another that seemed to be embedded in the office door. You lightly tapped Loki’s arm, and silently pointed them out to him.

“They might be planning an ambush.” You whispered.

Loki nodded in response, before summoning a small pellet of green magic, and throwing it at one of the cameras at the end of the hall. Before you could process it, he turned, shooting another at the camera in the door and, finally, at the side of the corridor you had arrived from.

A thick silence fell over you both, knowing that someone was bound to come for you now that the cameras had been destroyed. Sure enough, you both heard footsteps, soon followed by a small group of soldiers rounding the corner in front of you, weapons ready to attack.

Being the seasoned warrior he is, Loki immediately had a plan.

“I’ll take care of them,” he murmured to you, “you open the door.”

“Right.” You agreed, turning back to the direction you were heading in, while Loki dove into battle behind you.

Approaching the door, you took out the stolen card, and looked around for a machine on the wall with a slot to slide it through. Your eyes stopped when you saw what appeared to be exactly that, except it had something extra alongside the card slot.

It was a keypad. You hoped that, perhaps, there would be a code on the card that you could enter without too much trouble – but when you used the card as required, the screen on the device lit up with an equation, an extra security protocol that had to be solved to enter the room.

‘Shit…’ You thought, a sense of dread starting to rise within you, as your mind blocked out the sounds of the fight happening nearby. You realised that this was going to be much harder for you than you had expected, if not outright impossible.

Regardless, you read the calculation, hoping it would be simple enough that you could at least make an attempt at it, perhaps by counting on your fingers. You just hoped that you could get it done before Loki finished fighting…

"8 x 2 x 5 + 750 =”

…and, not knowing where to even start in comprehending this, your mind immediately drew a blank.

‘Shit!’ You thought again, your panic increasing with the knowledge that you were absolutely not going to be able to do this part of the mission.

You weren’t sure of what to do now, the pressure from not being able to act on the job making you feel on edge. Should you help Loki finish his fight? Would he be mad at you for not opening the door? Would he think less of you for not being able to? Why did nobody check to see that this was how it needed to be opened-?!

Your train of thought was interrupted when a hand reached in front of you, catching you off-guard and almost causing you to attack on instinct, until you realised that it was Loki, having already finished his fight. You chanced a brief glance at his face – he wasn’t looking at you, focused on reading the equation, but his brows were downturned, like he was either confused or annoyed by your lack of action. You deeply hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Loki entered the answer into the keypad almost immediately, and the door slid open, revealing the dimly-lit office. The one window in the back wall seemed to pour daylight over the desk with the computer you needed to use, immediately drawing your attention to it like a spotlight on a stage.

Your partner stepped aside, silently gesturing for you to enter the room first, so you could use the USB and finish the job. Avoiding his gaze, you practically speed walked into the room, still feeling self-conscious about what had just happened – you hoped the download wouldn’t take long enough for the subject to be brought up sooner, rather than later.

You pressed the button on the monitor that lit up the screen, and plugged the USB into the tower next to it, the device releasing a virus that automatically broke into the computer’s security details, and collected the necessary information for you.

“We’re in.” you told Loki, as he approached the desk. The adrenaline from the mission up to that point caught up to you, and you cautiously decided to slouch in the chair until the download was complete. “Tony said it should take about five minutes, if no one interrupts us.”

Loki nodded, giving a small hum of acknowledgement. You still didn’t have the courage to look at him yet, but were at least grateful that he wasn’t admonishing you. You were dealing with enough mixed feelings about the situation as is, particularly with regards to whether you should have told him about your dyscalculia before all of this. Especially since you were now in a relationship with him, you were starting to feel guilty about not bringing it up.

“Do you have trouble with maths, by any chance?” Loki’s voice broke through the silence. His tone of voice was neutral, giving little indication as to what he was feeling.

Your leg started to bounce as you stared at the screen, internally cursing the fact that this conversation was, indeed, happening already. You still couldn’t tell whether he was mad at you – you never were the best at telling how people were feeling, especially when they were this subtle – and that fact, combined with the previous issue with the keypad, made you start to feel slightly frustrated. You felt like you couldn’t figure anything out today.

“Yeah, I…” You spoke under your breath, leaning forward to further avoid Loki’s gaze. You rested your forearms on your legs, one of which still jiggled as a nervous stim. Given that there was no other explanation, and you could never successfully lie to your partner about this, you supposed you might as well tell the truth. “…my autism isn’t the only, uh… neurodivergence I have. I also have a learning disability called dyscalculia. It basically makes it a lot more difficult for me to understand maths and numbers than it would be for most people. It doesn't matter if it's equations, telling the time, reading maps... I’ve just never been able to really comprehend it.”

Loki stepped forward, and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. His voice was quiet as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You knew that he most likely felt guilty for unknowingly making you do something you weren’t able to, but the gentle tone in his voice made your stomach churn. You couldn’t help worrying that he was looking down on you, whether he meant to or not.

“I didn’t want you to think less of me for it.” You admitted. “I mean, look at how quickly you solved that keypad. It barely took you any effort! You’re one of the smartest people I know, and…” You finally looked up at your partner, seeing how his face softened at the implication, and you moved your hand to cover his, giving the same reassurance he offered you. “…I don’t necessarily think that I’m stupid for it, but I’m not always sure that other people will feel the same, especially since I joined a team full of people who can do maths so easily. I didn’t want you to think that I’m stupid, just because my brain works like this.”

You glanced back at the computer screen, seeing that the USB was close to finishing its download. You sat up against the chair, and let Loki’s hand move to hold yours.

“Darling,” he squeezed your hand, grounding you, “your dyscalculia doesn’t change how I feel about you. It would be preposterous for anyone to judge your intelligence based on a learning disability – you don’t need to be able to do everything to be worthy of respect.”

Loki looked at the computer screen, and with his gaze away from you, you took a moment to watch the way the monitor’s light emphasised the blue in his eyes. You wondered if he ever noticed that when there was no risk of eye contact, you couldn’t help admiring them, no matter how briefly.

“I love every part of you,” he continued, and your breath caught in your chest at what was his first explicit confession of love towards you, “and this is no exception. I simply wish I had known not to put you in that situation before. I’m sorry for causing you stress by doing so.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him, your body relaxing at the knowledge that there was nothing to worry about. “We’ll know to have me be the one to kick their asses next time.”

Loki chuckled under his breath, looking back at you with that sweet, lovestruck smile, reserved only for you.

In front of you, the download window on the computer screen disappeared, signifying that it was complete. You stood up from the desk chair, pushing it backwards on its wheels while you disconnected the USB and stuffed it back into your pocket, and zipped it to ensure it wouldn't get lost.

You then turned to Loki, and gave him a quick yet heartful kiss on the lips. When you pulled away, he gave you that cheeky smirk that you adored so much.

“I love you, too.” You confessed sincerely, before you both made your way to the office doors, ready to face any threats that may wait on the other side together. “Now let’s finish this.”

[zestials]

what's your phone wallpaper: it's just some cute night sky from tiktok but my desktop wallpapers an animated version of the fireplace from hazbin hotel !! ( slightly more exciting ) last song you listened to: empire now - hozier currently reading: paradise lost by james milton last movie: madame web ( didn't finish it oof ) what are you wearing right now?: shorts & like a giant blue nightshirt how tall are you?: my id says 5'6'' : ) piercings / tattoos?: none :( i would love them but health issues make me very scared about the healing process. rah. maybe eventually. glasses / contacts: i don't wear either but occasionally i will wear contacts for cosplay !! last thing you ate?: left over potato skins ( or trail potatoes ?? idk what everyone else calls them LMAO ) favorite color: black & gold current obsession: hellaverse in general , been having a lot of fun making graphics & drawing now too !! ... + unfortunately fortnite but the new season has me crying. do you have a crush right now?: my boyfriend ! the loml , can't stand the guy ( i love him very very much. ) favorite fictional character: looks into the camera. no way i can pick one , always will be partial to horn skuld , magnus bane , hua cheng , xie lian , amren , zestial now & paimon's bird ass. last place you travelled: texas !! hence the entire me being w/o power for like a week bc of the storms :' (

tagged by : @theunknownmasks tagging : anyone who hasn't been yet !! pls take it from me <33

[quodekash]

I rewatched episode 7 like 6 or 7 times this week im so ready for episode 8 and for all the fluff and then for the angst to come crashing in and for my dreams to be crushed

lets do this

SAILOM'S EXPRESSION I CANT WITH HIM

and it's a perfectly reasonable expression, saifah's very very sus

GOOD JOB KANGGGGGG

IM SO PROUD OF YOU MY BOY THATS AMAZING

HES SO HAPPY LOOK AT HOW HAPPY MY BOY IS

THE WORDS OF AFFIRMATION LOVE LANGUAGE BOY

AAAAAA

the SAME bed, mayhaps?????

yess yess yesssss

NOT ANYMORE BITCH

YOU'VE GOT A CLINGY-ASS BOYFRIEND NOW, AINT NO WAY HE'S SLEEPING IN HIS OWN BED

his expression says it all

seriously I love him so much

perth is such an amazing actor

B O Y F I E ???

HIS LITTLE POUTY FACE-

sailom, sorry mate, but he's too powerful. you can't say no to that face

kang I know you're obsessed with him but you need to go to sleep my guy

trust me, you wont do well on your exam if you dont sleep enough

you can't just stare at your boyfriend the whole night

yES???

OOOOO YES THIS IS AN INTERESTING QUESTION

bc there was no affection behind that kiss, it was anger and fury and revenge, anyone could see that, but when I was watching the first three episodes (I didn't start the series until the day after episode 3 came out) id kinda had the sense that there was a part of sailom that felt self-satisfaction at finally having kissed him? but idk im interested to see what he actually says

yes!! thats what I thought!!!!

I LIVE AND BREATHE FOR KANG'S CHEESY-ASS PICKUP LINES

I ALSO LIVE AND BREATHE FOR THE WAY SAILOM CANT CONTROL HIS LAUGHTER AT HOW B A D THOSE CHEESY-ASS PICKUP LINES ARE

ASHDFAHSDFHASDHFADSHFHASDFH

look I knew the spooning was inevitable but that doesnt mean it doesnt have the power to murder me senseless

HE LITERALLY HAS HIS HEAD ON SAILOM'S PILLOW HE'S LIKE CLING WRAP ON A SANDWICH

are kang's legs on top of sailom

BEHIND THE CURTAIN???? THERE'S NO WAY THAT'LL WORK

JUST GO TO THE BATHROOM YOU DOOFUS

no but that would be ADORABLE and I wish that was part of the plot alongside the kangsailom stuff

w h a t

is kang secretly a magician??? is that what the whole plot is ACTUALLY about, kang's secret ambitions to become a magician?

(it definitely isn't but I would absolutely read a fic about that so if anyone wants to volunteer please send it to me somehow)

OMG

THEYRE ALL EATING LUNCH TOGETHER????????????

AND GUYNAWA ARE RIGHT ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER???????????

BOV4IERLHFBNDSVOERI I LOVE GROUP DYNAMICS SO THIS MIGHT KILL ME

YEEEEEE

AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

suuuuuuure buddy

you just dont want to admit that you like hanging around them

a DATE??? a DATE you say??????

are they aware of how flirtatious they're being? I would hope that they're aware of how flirtatious they're being

close, auto, very close. they're actually deeply in love with each other but they're both too afraid to admit it so they express it through pretend hatred

but they did get drunk together so I dunnoooo

AAAAAAAA

THEYRE SOUNDWINING AGAIN

I REPEAT, THEY ARE SOUNDWINING AGAIN

.........im ten minutes in and already ran out of images for one Tumblr post.

[svttingz]

can you write an nsfw alphabet for joseph quinn?

YES! (literally i had this done and my computer died so i had to rewrite it *Crys* ) for the record this is all my opinion! anyways on to the one the only JOSEPH QUINN!

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A- Aftercare: Joe gives me the vibe of a total cuddler after sex (is cuddler even a word?????????) anyways he wants to make sure you feel loved and cared for after all the passion you guys just had.

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B- Body part: Joe definitely loves your ass, so when you show off your ass in like some tight leggings around the house it usually always results in him bending you over the counter or anywhere to rail you.

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C- Cum: He usually cums on your stomach but later in life when you guys are married, he loves to cum inside of you.

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D - Dirty secret: he wants to try public sex, or ig more like sex in a public bathroom-

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E- Experience: id say he's pretty experienced

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F- Favorite position: like i said he loves your ass so probably doggy style

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G - goofy: id say kinda in the middle he can be both serious and goofy at times

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H - hair: id say he is pretty well groomed down there

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I- Intimacy: In the moment it can be romantic id say.

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J- Jack off: he jacks off when hes away from you but most of the time you are there

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K- Kink: personally i see joe as a spanking kinda guy (is that even a kink idk)

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L- Location: pretty much anywhere is fine with him but he enjoys sex in your guys' bed the most, there is no actual reason he just does.

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M- Motivation: he can just look at you and get horny- like-

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N- NO: i feel like he wont do quickies because he prefers to have actual sex

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O-oral: he likes both giving and receiving

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P-Pace: sometimes hes rough and fast, others he is slow and sensual it really just depends.

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Q- Quickie: as i said hes kinda against quickies with you guys, because well you guys did it one time and he just wanted to actually have sex instead of just a quickie.

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R- Risks: usually he asks you before trying anything

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S-Stamina: he can usually last like 3 or 4 rounds then hes done for

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T-Toys: i would say he don't own any toys, but lets say you own a vibrator or something, he would definitely use it on you during sex as hes railing you

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U- Unfair: he LOVES to tease you he thinks its the greatest thing-

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V- Volume: i feel like he is very loud during sex, but he can be quiet as well

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W- Wild card: Joe is definitely a slow, sleepy, sex type dude rather it be night or the morning. idk why i just get that vibe from him

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X-X-ray: packing 8 inches. yep i said what i said

Y-Yearning: he has a pretty high sex drive

Z-ZZZ: after he makes sure you're asleep he goes to sleep pretty fast

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[straydogged]

okay let me see if I have this straight. (subsystem stuff beneath the cut)

there's... more of us than I care to keep track of but I'm going to search my brain and try to figure out who tf all is in here. I have a nasty suspicion there's a bunch I'll be missing and that there's. a lot more jack parts than I think, certainly more than I am currently aware of.

j1- me, allegedly? most often fronter, I do most relationship and daily life things

j2- the Introject. he really id's with his source and is generally pretty subdued. probably a TH

j3 and j4- I. do not know the different between them tbh. he and 4 are, I think, fairly similar? maybe one is from [redacted city] and the other is from [other redacted place we've lived]. they're both social protectors who handle in person friendships, especially when there's substance use involved. both are. I think. introjects but not as intensely as 2

j5- bitter "shoot first ask questions later" asshole who deals w a lot of conflict

j6- somehow subtly different than j2

[redacted] jack- the one who lived with our partner's family for a while and fronts when we're therr

financial jack- the poor guy who had to deal with everything around that time I got defrauded out of something like $1800 total, deals with bank stuff and has general Money Anxiety at any given time

ajax- 16/17 y/o dickhead who needs to lay off the monster and would probably benefit from a high dose of adhd meds to slow him down. egotistical motherfucker

jax- 14-ish, much calmer than ajax. tends towards being sad and triggered, almost certainly a TH

caretaker jack- cooks and cleans, idk if he's super self aware but he sure isn't any of the rest of us

kid jack- apparently exists. 10 at the very oldest, probably younger. idk what his deal is but he seems to come around when I'm breaking down

I am not gonna count how many that is. I'm looking away.