#imagine putting that much work into something and then. yeah

[reveluving]

till kingdom come; bucky barnes x reader

summary: the missus comes home to her two, oddly identical needy sweethearts.

warnings: implied s~mut (minors DNI!), sweet & touchy Bucky (established relationship), Reader can be an Avenger/with a Z or a standalone vigilante (also your choice if she has powers or not!), loads of Alpine moment because we love the dear girl, loads of bantering, not much Thunderbolts* spoilers I think!

a/n: brought to you by @navybrat817 because 'a kindred spirit' just warmed my soul from the inside out, and this was kinda inspired by her fic, was gonna make it a s~mut but I blanked out at the end. STILL, I am so willing to hear all the spicy details you might've imagined them doing (literally desperate), so don't be shy on me!! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» implied s~mut includes: desperate & touchy Bucky tearing your top off and touching your tits, because he needs you so :((

'The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.' ;

Seeing Alpine after a day's work, or in this case, weeks' worth of work, was always a soothing balm to your soul, and the same could be said for the white feline.

Her tail standing up straight, almost doing her little signature 'tippy-taps' on the foyer floor as she greeted you at the door, staring up at you with her bright blue eyes.

"Hello," You greeted with a lilt upon closing the door behind you, placing your bag down to lift the sweet girl in your arms, "How's my silly lil' girl?" 

Alpine let out a little 'mrrp!', kneading at your top.

“Yeah? Were you behaving for daddy dearest?” You asked with the name you knew Bucky pretended not to like, as if you wouldn't catch the little tug at the corner of his lips each time you would use it.

Alpine tilted her head, the cutie, as if taking a playful offence for even asking her that.

“You're right, you're always behaving, aren't you? Unlike him.” You teased, bringing her close to your face.

Immediately, the sweet cat nuzzled into your face like it was her only chance. Purring up a storm and tickling your nose to ensure you really had her scent, especially considering how long you have been away.

“Oh, I know, I missed you, too,” You cooed, nuzzling back and letting the ball of fluff heal you inside out with her motorboat purrs the same way you would ease her mind with your presence, “Sweet girl, best girl!”

You both are.

Bucky thought to himself, having heard your return, your little tease of calling him ‘daddy dearest’, and your little reunion of snuggles and kisses with the feline.

As much as it pained him not to move from the kitchen to shower you with all the love and yearning he had within him, no matter the number of calls you had had, Alpine was faster, taking advantage of him, also putting away the confidential documents here and there as he ate.

One could say she technically cheated, having waited in the foyer for your return after overhearing Bucky's call with you.

In her mind, Bucky's mood lifting and eyes lighting up more than the usual calls he has had equals her mother's return. 

Smart kitty, after all.

And, well, who was Bucky to get in the way of his favourite girls��� reunion?

Not especially with the airplane ears and the swipes of her paws at him at every given moment, the man she was adopted by was nowhere close to you. 

She, for the most part, was being playful, but one could also say she made a good argument with her occasional crab walking at him for ‘ruining the moment’.

“Alright, pretty girl, let's go see how he's doing. Lead the way!” You placed her down, and like a soldier on duty, she took the lead, striding into the kitchen where Bucky was.

There, entering through the doorway after the feline, was none other than the woman of his life. 

The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.

“Congressman Barnes.” You smiled in a faux sickeningly sweet manner, playfully fluttering your lashes at the man who had taken his suit and dress shirt off, leaving him in his undershirt and slacks.

He fondly scoffed, but his legs were moving, crossing the room and pulling you to his chest with his right arm.

“Hi.” You greeted once more, unable to help the chuckle that left your lips, granting you the sight of him softening more than he already had when you walked in, smiling down at you.

“Hi, yourself,” He responded, his voice low like it was intimate, and truth be told, it was. Always been, be it at home or in public. It was always just you and him, “Al first, huh?”

“She was at the door first.” You justified without missing a beat.

“Heard our call, she knew.” He argued, having the audacity to pout, even if it was subtle.

“Excuses, excuses.” You tutted, “And I called you. Guess she missed me more.”

He shut you up by latching his lips onto your neck, forcing out a giggle that bubbled in your throat shortly after a gasp.

“Buck, c’mon, I need a shower!” You wiggled, finding it impossible even for a man who didn’t have his Vibranium arm at the moment.

“Excuses, excuses.” He echoed, and you could practically feel the smile against your shoulder as he tickled your skin with his heavy stubble.

He peppered your skin with kisses, from your shoulder up to your neck and jaw, before tilting your head up, caressing your chin as he stared down at you with a loving look.

Returning the smile, you kissed his thumb, moving off his hold when he had loosened a tad despite his huff of protest. Opening the dishwasher, you reached for the Vibranium arm and then the clean kitchen cloth with the other hand.

“I sincerely hope you cleaned all the gunk or dirt out before you decided to use our dishwasher like a laundry service.” You jested, wiping off the extra condensate before helping him put it on. He let you, his heart fluttering each time you did without question, before giving the limb a good swing.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t have good faith in me.” He mused aloud, taking the opportunity to pull you in once more.

“I’m just reminding.” You shrugged, lightly drumming your fingers on his clothed chest.

Truly, besides the… Odd events with the ‘Avengerz with a Z’, there was never a dull moment with you, in or out of gear.

“Sure,” Resting his forehead against yours, one arm around you and the other rubbing up and down your back, he murmured, “And for the record, I missed you more.” 

Oh, and Alpine took offence to that. 

Clearly, given the immediate ‘airplane mode’ in her ears as she listened on and stayed around on the kitchen island near the spread of Mexican food takeaway, but the feline of mischief had a plan.

She toddled out of the kitchen, and you both knew she was up to something. You and Bucky shared a look, and while it took a moment, the second he heard a rustle of clothes in the laundry room, he stiffened.

“Al, Al–!” He began, panic beneath the firm tone, only to shut up when she returned. returned with the pristine white dress shirt he had tossed in the laundry basket after a little accident.

“Bucky! Again?” You gaped, reaching for the shirt to inspect the stain near the buttonholes, “First pizza, now, what tacos?”

He dared to give you what one would’ve described as a meek, ‘boxy’ grin.

“I–It just happened,” He reasoned lamely, though it was mostly true, “When you called.”

“Which… was an hour ago.” You raised a brow. 

Well.

“I was going to get it off, honest,” He persisted, playfully narrowing his eyes at Alpine, who, in her feline way, looked all too proud to throw him under the bus, “And the call was forty-two minutes ago. I counted, and I got most of it off under running water.”

You weren’t sure why it dawned upon you then, but it did, adding, “Your arm’s not in the dishwasher because of work.”

But because of the damn sauce.

“Bucky!” You playfully nudged his side, your smile widening because you knew you had him figured out, all thanks to his ‘trusty sidekick’.

“I had it under control,” He groaned, but despite it all, he knew that you knew he would’ve gotten it taken care of. You just love to give him shit, the same way he loved pretending to whine and give faux, lame excuses to see you smile, and when he did see it, he squeezed you tighter, closer, “I’m doing my best ‘round here.”

You snorted, watching him reach for a nacho, loaded with proteins and fat, all the good stuff for nights like these.

“Open.” He commanded, his tone lighter, just like his demeanour since you were back home.

“Is this bribery?” You grinned.

“Would you say no to this bribery?” He argued back with an equally lighthearted tone.

Touché.

You shared a laugh, having a little dinner party with the three of you, your own family, each of you deserving one another like the next. Food was leagues better than what you had to settle for, given either a time crunch or lack of accessibility, your not-so-humble abode was still the embodiment of warmth and homey, and nothing could beat the company you could come home to.

Like Bucky, Alpine remained glued to your side, taking little chances to paw at your hand for a pat or a kiss on the head, and when the reunion dimmed down, she figured she was satisfied with all the attention she received from you, akin to making sure you were truly alive and well.

Bucky insisted on getting the dish washed and the laundry cleaned up, both his stained dress shirt and your set of clothes from your trip, considering you had just returned after a few long weeks. How you were able to convince him otherwise, opting for the laundry while he dealt with the dishes, was beyond him, but you always had a way to do so.

You carried Alpine to the cat tower in the living room, giving her a few last goodnight kisses before watching her curl up in a ball.

Not too long after, you carried your bag, along with Bucky's shirt, to the laundry room, your senses immediately met with the familiar scents lingering. The warm white light only added to the calming feeling as you separated the necessary, opting to wash the lighter ones first in hopes that the stain would be gone as much as possible.

In the midst of your little chore, you heard footsteps approaching. You weren't alarmed—they were familiar—nor did you turn around as Bucky embraced you from behind.

His hands roamed ever so slowly, nosing the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder.

“Might wanna take these off…” He murmured, tugging at the hem of your top.

You chuckled, not fully realizing the sheer desperation within him, “In a bit, Buck.”

But, oh, he was insistent.

“Take it off.” He muttered against your skin once more, his hands slipping under your top.

Your breath hitched, turning your head to see his eyes fluttering closed, breathing in the scent of you. Suddenly, you were just aware how… Needy he seemed.

When he looked up at you through lidded eyes, he slowly leaned in, capturing your lips with his for a kiss. Gentleness belied his desperation, though, in all honesty, he wanted you to know.

“Take it off.” He repeated against your lips, feeling you jump a tad when his metal arm brushed along the warmth of your tummy, and suddenly, he shoved your bra over your breasts, squeezing your tits in a way that was a shy away from being rough.

Brazen.

In need.

“Off, or I'm taking it off you.” He ordered this time, despite keeping his voice low, and that made the tension all the more heady.

But before you could even come anywhere close to your senses, you gasped at the unmistakable rip before the top lay torn on the floor. He turned you around, forcing you against the washing machine to meet his gaze once more, unyielding as though he had one thing and only one thing in mind.

Leaning once more, he brushed his stubble along your cheek, taking his time dragging his hands up your back before unhooking your bra.

“I said to take it off, didn't I?” He tutted, feigning disappointment as he tossed the undergarment to the laundry basket, “I'll get you another one. I'll get you plenty.”

He had the means for it, and God forbid he didn't because he'd still find a way to do anything for you.

“What do you say we… Turn in early tonight, get you cleaned up, changed…” His lips paused at your cheek, as if he just thought of something, “Or don't. Wouldn't mind you in nothing in bed either. Just wanna take care of you…”

You could only rest your hands on his chest, toying with the soft cotton beneath your fingers, “You want that? Take care of me?”

You could've sworn he hid a growl at that. 

Wanted? He needed to take care of you.

“I want nothing more.” He replied, his hands descending to your rear and feeling you move closer at the gesture.

And who were you to deny him that?

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» a/n: also, i am just learning that an undershirt is more or less the US counterpart of a singlet sooo yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[cosmerelists]

If Cosmere Characters Had Their Credit Card Declined...

As requested by @talenat :)

We're imagining here that not only do Cosmere characters have credit cards, but they also have identical commerce, money, and banking systems as the USA. So what if, in such a circumstance, their credit card happened to be declined?

1. Shallan: Always has backup cash on her

Cashier: ...Did you just hand me a one hundred dollar bill? Shallan: Is that...too much or too little? Cashier: For one banana?

2. Steris: Always has backup cash on her

Steris: Oh! I'm so sorry about that. Steris: Here is $57.18. Cashier: ...Did you have the exact amount you needed in your pocket, just in case? Steris: Doesn't everyone do that?

3. Tress: Keeps taking stuff off the belt until the purchase goes through

Cashier: Well...you can keep the discounted bread, at least? Tress: Score!

4. Lezian: Unnecessary anger

Lezian: I am NEVER shopping here again! Lezian: [Knocks the tube of pringles directly onto the floor and storms out]

5. Raoden: Helpfully puts everything back

Cashier: ...You really don't need to do that. Raoden: I don't mind!

6. Nikaro: Lies about the experience for far too long

Nikaro: Yes of course I bought wine for the party. Nikaro: It is on the counter. In the kitchen. Where I put it. After I successfully purchased it. Akane: It's...not though? Nikaro: Gotta go!

7. Gavilar: Blames Navani, somehow

Gavilar: My credit card declined? Navani, you're so bad with my money! Gavilar: Anyway, can I use your credit card?

8. Wayne: Is very excited

Wayne: Yes! Finally! The money is gone! Call: That's because we switched you to a different credit card, sir! This one should work! Wayne: NOOOOO

9. Kaladin: Carries the shame for far too long

Kaladin: I remember this place. Kaladin: It is where my credit card...was declined. Kaladin: I had promised to buy milk--and then I couldn't. Kaladin: How many breakfasts were ruined because of that? Syl: One or two? Kaladin: Yeah, okay, probably.

10. Vivenna: Takes it as a learning experience

Vivenna: Yes, this is humiliating. Vivenna: And yes, I should not have told Denth and Tonk Fah that they could "add whatever they wanted" to the cart. Vivenna: But I WILL emerge from this experience stronger... Vivenna: More capable... Vivenna: With at least a base understanding of financial credit... Cashier: Ma'am please there's a line.

11. Lightsong: Learns nothing

Lightsong: Huh. Thought I had more in the bank than that. Llarimar: ...Are you trying to teach us something about not putting too much value on material goods? Lightsong: Do I at least have enough for this Snickers bar? Llarimar: ...Possibly not.

12. Kelsier: Straight-up Theft

Kelsier: Whoops, well I guess I can't afford these groceries. Kelsier: I'll just go put it all back. Kelsier: [Walks straight out the door with his shopping cart] Cashier: ...And I'm not paid enough to care.

[skeletonh0e]

hello! i was wondering if you could do an imagine of the boys with a workaholic reader? your choice of skeletons!

love your work btw :D

Thank you so much, sorry this took a bit, life has been hectic! I decided to do a draw the names outta a hat trick and narrow it down to just four, you got....

Killer, Red, Classic annnnnnd Ace!

You work too much ft, some of the boys.

Classic Sans:

Lazy x Workaholic, interesting dynamic

But honestly, he gets it. He works a lot too (not really). You've seen all the jobs he has right?

Here's the thing about that though, the more you work, the more breaks you get.

In others words....

Rest.

There is some tough love here, he'll always start off to gently tell you "hey relax" and when that doesn't work a bit more firmer of "relax or i will make you"

How will he do that?

Flopping onto you like a cat, putting all of his weight onto you (possibly even using gravity magic) and making it impossible to do anything.

He's grinning like a dumbass the entire time too, sorry, he loves you too much to let you stress yourself out silly.

Like he can fully respect that you are a naturally hard working person, after all he's gotten deep into some passion projects back in the day. A part of him honestly admires it, but he's never going to let it go too far.

And he has his methods of getting you to relax, aside from just laying onto of you, he'll hide your keys so you HAVE to call in from work, conveniently whatever you were working on is already finished, etc, etc.

It almost becomes a game, especially if you ever try to find workarounds to all the things mentioned above.

It's all silly but he loves you, don't stress yourself out please.

Underfell Sans:

Kinda does what Classic does but like....far far less tactful about it.

Will just grab you while you're working, drag you off somewhere like, "we're doing something fun, get yer' shit"

And suddenly just like that you're on break

Red is like very blunt, crude and yeah kinda mean, that tough love with Classic is doubled here.

"if you stay up any later you will get bags under your eyes and i don't want my s/o lookin' like shit" type beat

He means well, but yeah

He's a certified lazy fuck as you'd expect with any Sans, while there might be some form of admiration he doesn't get why anyone would willingly overwork themselves. Especially if it was a very demanding job

Also isn't he more fun? Don't you wanna spend more time with him? Huh? (he's not saying that because he wants to spend more time with tho-)

Will snatch your laptop, book, phone, etc to get you to stop.

Especially if work tries to call you in on a day off, full blown grabs the phone, tells your boss you're busy, then hangs up

Looks at you like "what?" afterwards, he did nothing wrong, you are busy.

Will also fucking lay on you to distract you

Unlike Classic he's a lot heavier tho so F in the chat there

Killer Sans:

You'll be buried in work then suddenly you have a knife placed right against your neck, not with enough pressure to hurt you but with enough to make you realize that it's definitely there.

How did he get into your house? How long has he been there? Who knows but he's come to give you a very important demand

"Rest. Now."

Will he actually hurt you? Unclear. I wouldn't push it though.

Like, he can respect the hustle but he does NOT like the idea of work taking advantage of you

Especially when he has his own shitty boss he has to deal with (we all know who)

So very aggressive forms of love here

Totally 100% threatens your boss into giving you more days off and insisting he make sure you're actually taking mandated breaks. Might even find a way to get you a raise or two

He got you boo!

Will also just drag you away from whatever you're working on to do something else, except it's basically a mini jump scare especially since he just appears outta nowhere.

However he can't really judge too much since he is also working a lot not willingly mind you, but still.

Will chill a bit if you assure him you're not being forced, that you do like working, etc. But not by that much.

Underlust Sans:

Workaholic? Him too bitch, the fuck.

He's a lot more tactful and far more reasonable than the other three bozos above as a result

See his policy is he does all his work on the clock only and instantly stops the moment he's off, but of course that's not a valid method in every work field

He's all about helping you pace yourself, like, he's not constantly nagging you but gives check ins, helps you set limits like no working long hours without at least one break, sets reminders

Probably tips he's learned over the years while being employed under Mettaton

....not as intense as Killer but if he suspects you're being taken advantage of, he'll help you go full Karen on your boss

As well as lecture you to not let others do that to you, you're better than this sweetie

Also he knows what it's like to have a job you like, excel at, and want to keep doing but constantly get bagged down by the expectations, demands and effort it takes.

Always here if you need to vent

He's very understanding, he does get it, alright.

All about finding compromises, but also he is not above bribing you, be it with cuddles, foods, things you like and well...he's definitely attempted to seduce you away from work at least once

If that didn't work he pouted about it for hours

This also ironically enough helps him phase himself at his work even better, largely because he refuses to be a hypocrite in any form

[geordikisser]

puppy business | sam

synopsis sam asks about shifting, sorta asking darlin’ to shift for him as angel did with david

a/n a bit ooc i fear but i really wish we got to see how sam reacted at first this is also not proof-read

when the topic of ‘shifting’ appeared, it was earlier on in their relationship, more-so when they met.. came up as a matter of “trust” but similar to david, it felt more personal as a shifter w/ a non-shifter.

“no samuel.” darlin sighs. “i’m just.. curious on what your wolf looks like.” he stammers out, sounding a bit confused himself. darlin’ gives him a frazzled look, like ‘what.’

“it’s a wolf, with my hair color & my eyes.” as if this was a ‘duh’ conversation. “not imaginative, are you?” they cross their arms, defensively. sam didn’t want to egg it on anymore than he had so he dropped it.

when they got together, that old man wonder still absorbed him, the curiosity ate at him. darlin’ was working on paper work david delegated to them for a gig coming up at the computer when sam approached them. happy to be greeted by their vampiric lover, they made their way from their seat towards him. showering him in kisses.

“what do you need, babe?” they smile at him, the warmth in their words assuring sam about the question.

“i want to.. revisit something.” he cooed softly. his hush tone astonishing darlin’. “which is?” with the crazy nature of everything at the moment, this could mean anything to darlin’ so they didn’t pick up on it being about that.

sam cups their cheek, brushing hair behind their ear. “so.. shifting.” quickly earning a grimace and a slightly frustrated darlin’ made their way to their desk again.

“before you huff and puff. please.” he grabs their wrist as darlin’ slowly turns their head to him. “really. a wolf pun?”

“listen sam, this dog won’t hunt. i’m not doing it.” suddenly feeling a sense of hesitance. as if that’s not the right or appropriate answer. they swallow sharply as they sigh. “i-i mean..” they look to the floor, dissociating a bit.

“ah. to hell with it.” and quickly began stripping. sam’s eyes widened and turned red. i mean, he wasn’t complaining.. “is.. this necessary?” he asked quickly as darlin’ looks up, underwear in hand. “oh. well.. i can keep these on, if you’d like.” they clear their throat, a wave of bashfulness washing over them. “by all means. do what you must.” sam sits at the edge of the bed, infront of darlin’.

“okay..” they sigh, preparing to shift. “promise to not be.. disappointed if it’s not what you expected..” they cough out. sam furrowing their brows. “i ain’t never seen a thing like you for some time now darlin’. it’s easy enough to say that you are never disappointing.” he assures. earning a quick smile as they lock in for the shift. surprisingly, this was one of their quicker shifts.

sam was shocked to see how much bigger a werewolf wolf is to an.. normal wolf. like a husky. sam scratches their chin, behind their ear and everywhere. he was elated to see such a unique wolf and knowing it was their partner it was more special.

as they shifted back, they are quick to put on their undergarments and pants. “there.” they dust themselves off. “now, can we put this to rest?” they smile as they kiss sam on the cheek. sam softly chuckling. “yeah. we can. thank you for trusting me enough with something like this..” he purrs as he pulls them in by the waist for a more passionate kiss. a sweeter one.

[maylieecxtherine]

childhood bsf! matt asking you to be his girl <3

creds again to @bernardsbendystraws for dividers !!

six days. it'd been six days since you and matt had shared that kiss in your kitchen, in the dim light. it was perfect, or so you thought. you were convinced he hated you. the two of you had gone from talking daily, non-stop text conversations and often hanging out, to barely speaking. all because of that stupid kiss, and the argument in the car.. it wasn't really an argument, but the idea that had been planted in your paranoid mind that maybe matt didn't want you?

you hated it. hated the way it made you feel fizzy in your guts like that root beer he adores. hated the way that you were so scared. scared of loosing him as a friend, scared that you'd made a mistake, letting him kiss you. he must hate you, you've decided, and so you've put aside the idea of texting first. you're 'focusing on yourself'- which is really just getting on with your work and sadly overthinking that quick kiss between best friends, really so much more than just a quick kiss. to you, it was everything.

it was everything to matt, too. but he was terrified. who wouldn't he be? you were gorgeous, to him, even if you didn't see it. as chris had pointed out, the two of you acted like a couple already, minus.. kissing. but regardless of that, matt was worried he'd scared you off. he was in it for the long game, and has been waiting it out ever since he was 13 and decided he loved you, and now what? you're barely getting in contact.

matt does one of the things he used to pride himself upon being good at, and mopes. he mopes, and sleeps, and barely leaves his room. and of course, nick and chris, being the lovely brothers they are, decide to stage an intervention.

it starts simple- chris sending tiktoks about couples' 'promposals' to matt. he ignores it, of course, thinking chris is just being silly. but when nick starts talking about you,at dinner, something sparks in him. of course, you both had prom a few years ago. but if you aren't going to make a move, he's tired of waiting. why should he?

pulling his phone from his pocket, matt texts you. you're lazing at home,after a long week of work, glad to have the weekend off- simply scrolling through tiktok for a good source of artificial dopamine- when it comes through.

when you read it, you almost drop your phone. you may or may not even squeal.

"hey y/n, want to come over? we should talk. xx" reading it out, imagining him saying it makes your heart pound, and you giggle to yourself despite your fears like a madwoman on your living room couch. you text a reply, fingers flying hastily in your eagerness.

"yeah, of course, on my way," you mumble to yourself, as you type, and click send. and with that, you start running around your apartment like a mad woman, trying to neaten up your hair, finish your makeup, smooth your clothes.

fifteen minutes later, you're standing outside the triplet's front door, chewing your lip and contemplating the seemingly terrifying feat of knocking.

before you can raise your fist, matt opens it, and closes it quickly behind him, blushing and breathless and holding a bouquet of pink and white flowers wrapped in pretty white paper.

"hi," you watch him rock on his heels, grin at you like a lovesick kid. "i,uh.. for you." he holds them out, the romantic gesture unfamiliar. your heart skips a beat.

"oh,matt, they're lovely," glancing up at him over the flowers, your smile sends his nerves dancing away, and his expression eases into that simple, easiness of a smile that always appears when you're around. "i didn't know we were- i mean, i would've gotten you something, o-or-"

"no need," matt says quickly, and his smile widens. "cute of you to offer. i, um.. planned a picnic. for us. i missed you,and i felt bad and i wanted to- i mean, i wanted to know if you would want to get in?" he turns, opens the door of his minivan. you swallow.

"sure," you say, although you're feeling anything but. is this.. a date? the thought makes you clutch the flowers tighter.

the drive isn't long, and matt takes you to the beach. you've hung out there a lot, before, but today feels different. the air is charged with something sweeter. matt walks a little ahead for a moment, and reaches his hand out for yours. you wrap your fingers around his calloused ones, and watch his ears blush, expression light up.

falling into step beside him, you notice the bag he's carrying.

"what'd'you bring?" you ask curiously,tipping your head at him. matt thinks you look like a robin. he grins.

"your favourite chocolate. and snacks, and root beer for me. and your favourite drinks, too, but i got one of each of your top two because i didn't know which one you'd.. i mean, i know your moods switch and the drinks tend to match- well, anyway. i hope that's okay." he cuts himself off mid-ramble,and it warms your chest. you squeeze his hand.

"it's so okay. in fact, it's really sweet. i'm touched." you tell him, utterly innocently validating to his anxiety, as you always are. he squeezes your hand back.

"i'm glad."

soon enough, you find a flat enough spot of sand- and you watch adoringly as matt endearingly stomps down on a thistle to try and make it more comfortable, lays down a blanket.

"m'lady," he teases, mock bowing as he puts down the blanket. you feel like an idiot in your sweats,on a date with the boy who knows your every secret, but you smile, and sit.

"so, i was thinking," matt starts, interuppting your train of thought as you stared out of the window. "that's new," you giggle at your own joke before you can even finish it. matt smiles, and opens the basket, pulls out some crisps, opens them, eats one- passes the rest of the bag to you.

"shh. i'm trying to be romantic," he says, and the word makes his ears blush, not for the first time the past year.

you giggle again, but go quiet. just smiling at him. "okay,"

"okay." matt echoes, takes a breath. smiles, and leans into the basket to pull out a sign, made on card and coloured in with some effort. it's got little stickers on it, and a photo stuck on with stripey blue and pink tape.

"aw," the exclamation slips out early, and matt chuckles bashfully, flushing. your eyes flick over the text, then widen.

'can i be your boyfreind?' and the picture's of you two, as toddlers. your throat closes up, and matt clears his, and then reads the sign.

"well, y/n? i- can i be your boyfriend?" he says it softly, like a prayer.

"yeah," you sound more breathless than you intended. he smiles easily again.

"yeah?"matt's checking up on you. he always has. you nod. and this time, when he leans forward, fingers grazing your jaw and lips brushing yours, it feels just right.

they're official!! :)

thank you for the support on my other fics it means a lot to me i literally live for validation thank you my angels <3

[yourbloodysunrise]

Heyo I hope you're having a good day or night, I saw your writing and I thought that it's really good! You're an amazing writer!

So I was gonna ask if you could make a Ninjago OS (you can make it into hcs if it's too much) of Cole with a really good cook and baker boyfriend reader but who never really shows it or say it.

Like his cooking and baking can put Gordon Ramsay to shame but he lives off instant noodle and pre-made meals because he's too lazy, and because he barely cooks nobody knows that he's good at it.

I imagine a scenario where Cole is really tired after training or a mission, so reader tells him 'Dw abt it bbg I'll cook today' then proceeds to cook the best meal to be, and when asked about it he just shrugs and say 'Dunno'.

So yeah a very fluffy crack scenario kinda thing, our boy deserves it lmao.

🌤️ — aw, thank you for your good words :з

🌤️ — I thought that this scenario is a good plot for oneshot, but I didn't like the way I wrote it, so I had to do it hcs. anyway, enjoy!

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❝ All you need for happiness - is a good dinner after a hard day. ❞

— FANDOM: LEGO NINJAGO.

— PAIRING: COLE BROOKSTONE x OC!GOOD COOK MALE READER.

— ROMANTIC.

— HCS.

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, READER'S GENDER PLAY NO PART, EHH I THINK I COULD DO BETTER.

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☆ ┈ Let's be honest, Cole LOVES food.

☆ ┈ Give him some, and his day will immediately get better.

☆ ┈ If this food is from you..He is doubly happy. And if you're a good cook? It seems that he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you.

☆ ┈ Since you're usually too lazy to cook, Cole does it, and his cooking is, frankly, terrible.

☆ ┈ Like, when you try it, it feels like he added everything that was in the fridge, and so many seasonings that don't harmonize with each other make your tongue curdle.

☆ ┈ However, you will never tell him about it, because you know that he will be upset lol.

☆ ┈ It's not surprising if you're constantly eating convenience foods and fast food, which Cole doesn't even know about your culinary skills.

You hear the door of your apartment swing open and close with a loud bang, while the floorboards creak under the feet of the one who entered.

Cole stumbles into your room, sighing heavily, and without any words just falls on the bed, burying his face in the sheets. You chuckle as you watch him.

Yeah, you're cooking today.

Cole hasn't even managed to tell you anything since he arrived. All he does is lie on the bed, undressing at a snail's pace, and lie down again.

He lifts his body off the bed only when you call him to the kitchen to eat.

His feet drag on the parquet floor as he enters the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from constant fatigue. He sits down at the table with quiet murmurs of thanks before starting to eat.

☆ ┈ OH, OH, WOW.

☆ ┈ As soon as the food gets into his mouth, he doesn't believe it's really real at first, and just freezes for a second.

☆ ┈ In a couple of seconds, Cole will have his face buried in the plate and will munch on its contents as if he has been starving for a week, not worrying about the fact that the fat from the oil gets on his face and he is damn loud.

☆ ┈ Well..He liked it.

☆ ┈ Cole will literally pile on you with questions about why you hid from him the fact that your cooking is wonderful, to which you just shrug your shoulders like "should I have?"

☆ ┈ Now he will constantly pester you with requests to cook something. Please?? No, really, please, he doesn't remember the last time he had such a delicious meal.

☆ ┈ If you do agree to cook for him again, he will stand behind you, constantly hugging you, possibly interfering with his work, but he doesn't really care.

☆ ┈ He may try to shower you with kisses while you cook, it's ticklish.

☆ ┈ Cole loves you, but he loves your cooking even more.

..:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟﾞ｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ🌤

🌤️ — yo. hope you like it, have a good day ☆

[edgebug]

the thing that sucks most about Joanne Rowling being a terf is that she is actively hurting real life trans people every day.

the second worst thing about joanne being a terf is that the Harry Potter intellectual property is So Much Larger than her. look at the credits for just one of the harry potter movies. every single one of those people put YEARS of time and effort and dare i say love into those films. think of all the people involved in theme park design and operation who put together the wizarding world park lands and detailed them so lovingly and fully

and yet even though the intellectual property of harry potter is so much larger than joanne, she's poisoned the whole well

i feel so. so immensely sorry for every person involved in the harry potter ip who isn't jkr. doubly sorry for every trans person involved. it's fucking sad

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ford: would you be interested in a dd&md campaign where nothing bad happens whatsoever

stan: what’s the fun in that?

ford: the escape from our chronic depression

stan: …can i raid a dragon’s hoard or somethin

ford: you can. you can even mock the dragon so hard it dies

stan: holy shit yeah i’m in

[wackywatchdotcom]

man, i have to go do something in a minute here, but i am CONSTANTLY think about like... how long DOES the average circus member last before they abstract?

we dont have a lot of information about the passage of time in general in the show (which is infinitely painful to me, who likes to know about technical details very in-depth. but i understand writing wise why its like this) other than that the first 4 episodes take place over the span of 4(? or 5, depending on how you interpret the ending scene of episode 4) (which this also intrigues me that 8-9 days will pass over the course of the show... and also makes me curious about just how eventful the average day truly is in the circus!) days and that everyone in the circus has likely been here for at MINIMUM 2 years

(i say that because jax says "weve been stuck here for years" which implies that all of the people there at the time have been there for more than one year and because of the plural years, a minimum of 2. maybe. he also could just be oversimplifying things but unless given reason to think otherwise im interpretting the line this way)

we know of a at least ~18 people whove been in the circus total, but i frankly think its more than that. we know ribbit abstracted before kaufmo, but we dont know when ribbit joined the circus, or how much time was between these

it also depends on how long you think the circus members have been trapped for. i personally think this has been going on for at minimum 10 years (i have my own hcs abt it being ~16 years, but thats just hc and based on a bunch of my interpretations of random details) but we dont really know this, and how long this has been happening, and how long kingers been here, and whether or not kinger has or hasnt been here the longest of anyone whos ever been in the circus

like if its been like 5 years thatd mean like... 3-4 people join the circus each year (on average). if its 10 years thatd mean 1-2 people join the circus each year (on average). and we dont even know how many people the circus has in it at one time on avg!! like theres the theory it floats around 6, but thats just a theory and not smth we know for sure. point being, we dont even know how often people join the circus and that effects a LOT of things

idk..... i guess the question really is 'how often can a person last in the circus before they literally cannot take it anymore' which is a much sadder question. we dont even know how long ago queenie abstracted, or ribbit abstracted. did zooble know ribbit? did ribbit get here before or after zooble did??

it just haunts me a little

[maryasmorevna]

now that i've finished my fist original novel (plus the additional material like the epilogue and the male co-protagonist's letter to the main character, which is a dive into his - very troubled - psyche* and a sign of his atonement...), it'll be difficult to leave it all behind ngl. i grew so fond of the characters, the themes i tried (and probably failed) to explore... i'm going to miss them. thankfully i have other projects to focus on, but still - it'll be hard to turn the page once and for all.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

pinning to the workshop corkboard: you've heard of winston "i'm cassandra" billions clairvoyance concepts for fun & profit, hear also of winston billions sphinx concepts (you must be This understanding of what he means to proceed)

[eats-the-stars]

I feel like there are roughly two kinds of "painfully weird kid" that you can be during your K-12 school years. the first is your "I am trying so hard to be normal but I just cannot seem to hit the mark. there's just something wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it" and the second is the category I was in, which is your "everyone around me is so incredibly weird but they obviously can't help it so I will just have to accept this."

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[them0thking]

Love that the most recent Invincible was just two episodes in one. It was honestly so good.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon pt 2

think I'm going to make this a series, this part ends a little angsty though. part one

You've been living with Simon for two weeks now and things have started changing with him. You make all his meals now, you can't stand to see him eating the terrible, small, prepackaged foods every night, you even tried to teach him how to cook which was an even bigger mess than you thought it could be. You wanted to start with something simple so you tried to get him to make spaghetti, everything was fine at first but you left once and when you came back the pasta was on fire and he put the pasta sauce in the microwave which then exploded making a giant mess, so you gave up any hope for him cooking from then on. 

On a happier note though, he’ll eat his food before you now, and he takes his mask fully off at dinner, you've also noticed some mornings he leaves it off for a little longer. He still rarely talks but sometimes you think he asks you things just to hear you talk, you've even noticed him following you around the house, he'll just stand in the doorway staring at you, after a bit he'll either leave or find a place to sit. But imagine your surprise when he decided he was gonna follow you as you run errands, he simply replied “jus’ keepin ya safe” when you tried to object. 

So here you are going down your list getting everything you need with a giant hulking shadow following around, you have to admit though you do feel safer knowing no one will even try coming up to you with Simon glaring at them behind you. Last thing on your list is meat, so you both head over to the butcher shop. You're looking around before Simon pulls you back “wha- Simon what is your problem?” “My problem is this store. Everything is overpriced, half the meat is cut with the grain not against it, and the other half is bad, we're not buying meat from ‘ere” he said plain as can be before walking out expecting you to follow, which you did cause you were still in shock you hadn’t heard him talk that much ever. 

But right as you got to the door an employee called out to you. “Welcome in, how can i help you” you stopped walking and turned around to answer him, but simon cut you off “don’ need your help, all your meats are bad” you immediately tried smoothing out the situation “n-no what he's trying to say is-” but the man behind the counter cut you off “you have no idea what your talking, these meats are the best in town, you know nothing about meat” he said coming around the counter “half ya meat is literally turning brown, worked at a butcher shop for two years, so ya i do know” simon replied getting in between you and the man “are we going have a problem, Simon?” That was the wrong thing to say, Simon immediately jumped forward slicing through the tension as he grabbed the man's collar lifting him off the ground. You were trying to get Simon to let the man down, but Simon wasn’t responding to you. You watched simon lean forward closer to the man “don’ talk to me like that if ya like breethin” 

that was it “simon enough” you pulled him away from the man, who was now flat on the floor, pulling Simon straight to the car. “Simon you can't threaten people, I get you were a lieutenant for years but here you're just a normal person, do you understand?”but when you looked at Simon he didn’t look well. “Simon, are you okay?” “y-yeah, let's go home, ya?” something was off but you just went home knowing he wasn't going to tell you.

Simon was off for the rest of the day, he refused lunch and stayed completely quiet in his room all day, now it’s dinner and he hasn't even picked up his fork “Simon, you need to eat” “price will bring all the meat you need later tonight” “Simon eat” you said plain and firm not letting him distract you, slowly he lifted his shaking hand as he grabbed his fork and tried to eat food but his hand kept shaking worse and worse, immediately you were up and standing by his side “Simon are you okay” you grabbed his hand feeling and examining it, then you felt him gently tug your shirt with his other hand “I can't feel my right side, I-it hurts”

part three

[adiadagaki]

| obsessive!satoru hates you having a job

Why?

That is his main question. His net worth is in the billions, he has old money, the type passed on through generations of ridiculous wealth. Money has never been an issue, never will be, so imagine his displeasure when you insist on remaining employed.

If you worked at home, Satoru could deal with it, hell he would probably encourage it. He wants you to need him, course he does, but he also doesn’t want you bored. Bored means you’ll search for excitement outside of his arms, that he can’t have.

But actual work? The type you have to leave the house for, smile kindly at others, clear other peoples dirty plates?

He bought you a custom Porsche for your birthday you don’t need to do such things for money.

No matter how hard he pushed on it though, you refused, claiming it was the one thing you could never give up because it was something for yourself.

“C’mon Toru, you’ve known about this shift all week.” Yeah, it was his least favourite shift. 5pm until 11pm. What sick individual decided they were suitable working hours, especially for you, his pretty little girlfriend.

“Call in sick. Pleaseeeee sweets. Your boyfriend is in desperate need of cuddles after a day of being the strongest.” Smushing his cheek against your stomach, he listed five ways he could burn down your workplace while making it look like an accident in his head.

Coaxing him off you was no easy task and you were almost late from his clingy habits.

Satoru, on the other hand, had decided enough was enough. That pesky job had torn you from his arms one too many times and he wouldn’t stand for it anymore.

Dialling up the number he waited until someone answered, his jaw ticking with every ring. “Hello? Jenna speaking.”

“Hello Jenna, I’m gunna need you to grab your manager real quick.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Just go get him, yeah?” Impatience packed his tone, his control slipping. All he wanted was his beautiful girlfriend in his arms, was that so much to ask?

Apparently so.

“Hello?”

“Hiya, I need you to sack (y/n) immediately.” The man down the line blubbered, unsure how to react to such a preposterous request, never mind the fact you were one of his best members of staff.

To your manager, the notion wasn’t appealing.

“I’m sorry but-”

“Listen, I get it, she is irreplaceable, but that is why I need her at home with me. Does five grand sound good enough to weaken your morals?”

Silence. Very loud silence.

“Not enough huh? How about 10?”

Long story short, the man was not as strong hearted as some may believe, and you were already on your way home. Of course, he was tracking you on your phone, watching with a heaviness in his chest only you could ease.

The minutes dragged, comparable to hours as he watched the door knowing any second you would slink inside.

The jingling of keys stole his breath, his leg bouncing in anticipation.

“Why are you back so soon sweets?” He called over his shoulder, trying his best to appear nonchalant and concerned.

“I was laid off because of staff cutbacks.” Your voice was heavy with emotion and he almost felt bad for putting his beautiful girlfriend through such an upsetting ordeal.

Almost.

“What? How could they have let you go sweets? You were their best member of staff.” That he didn’t have to lie about.

Embracing you in a hug, he kissed the top of your head over and over, comforting you in your moment of need.

Soon you quietened down, your eyes a little puffy but other than that you were OK, something Satoru craved to see. You, healthy and happy, with him.

Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he let out a pathetic little noise of content, rocking you gently to soothe you while simultaneously satisfying his urges.

Satoru had never claimed to be a good man, but he was a man in love, and he would sacrifice the world to have you in his arms, even if that meant stealing the last fraction of your old life.