#with different hair for my peace of mind 🥰

[mommytimmy]

useless men letting mom do all the work

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✦ PICTURE ME NAKED, L. HAMILTON

💭: everybody loves him and his talent. and of course, the fans love his talent in capturing his girlfriend's moments every time.

‼️: her face claim is taylor russell, age gaps (reader is 27), lovesick lewis, supportive fan, no bad fan behavior here bcs we only want some peace, some curse words.

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[i-cant-sing]

My mind is just coming up with amazing ideas today. I guess that's what happens when u don't study for a week... (this is all happening my academic burnout sm)

I present to you- Yandere Dad Hawks x bird kid reader.

Look Dad Keigo was gonna be a doting father for any kid, biological or not, but there's just something about his bio kid who also HAS HIS QUIRK😭😭😭 Like he can't stop awing at the sight of his little baby bird having tiny tiny red wings like papa.

The ever loving, forever doting, always spoiling his baby, that's the kind of dad Keigo is. I mean, putting his own childhood trauma aside, he still wants you to have the best childhood ever. There are very few things he says no to (only coming second to Dad Dabi who only says no to things that will actively put you in danger. Want ice cream for breakfast? Okay. Want to go to 7/11 with grandpa Enji? Hell no.). Child reader wants an Endeavour hero figure? Of course, darling! Here, take one from daddy's collection 🥰🥰🥰 Dont wanna eat your peas? Sorry, doll. You're gonna have to finish your plate, even if you try to look adorably menacing by fluffing up your wings.

Oh and your wings😭 You know how Rei has a weird thing for your hair (and she definitely gives you a flea bath after you hang out with hawks)? Yeah that's how Keigo is with your wings- obsessed. He takes care of them, cleans them out and even has you sit for hours if that's how long it takes him to groom them. "Its no use swatting me, baby. I'm still not letting you move an inch until I'm done. So, just sit back and relax.🥰" keigo would say as he hands his phone to watch some shows.

I headcanon that Keigo's kid will be sassy and quick as him. The two can bicker for hours, and no ones really sure whether you're just that good at arguments or if Keigo just let's you win because he loves you so much.

I can also see Keigo and reader bonding over their mutual love for pro hero Endeavour (but in very different ways💀)

Dad Keigo adores spending time with you, especially now that you're put in a safehouse with only a handful people he let's you meet. A major part of his life is feeding you. Maybe it's the bird brain, maybe it's his childhood trauma, but Keigo has to cook meals for you and he has to watch you eat them. He's not sure, but it makes him be at peace knowing that you sleep with a tummy full and a warm bed.

I think as far as flying goes, Keigo tells you to only to do it under his supervision. You know how sometimes you forget how ti breathe and then making a concious effort to breathe makes it difficult to do so? That's what Keigo thinks happens. He thinks that if you fly alone, you might suddenly forget how flap your wings or maybe you get tired and then you're just crashing down to the ground. Unfortunately for his weak heart, you don't listen to him and fly as high as you can.

Would Keigo let you go to school? Initially, yes. But it only takes one incident, something even as harmless as a stupid prank call threatening his child (Dabi did the call), and that's enough for him to go hay wire and pull you out of school and move to a new safehouse, cut off from anyone and everyone. When he has to leave, he'd either drop you off at Enji's, OR have someone from the Hero Comminsion come and babysit you.

You can pout and cry and scream at him all you want, he's not changing his mind. You're his baby, his only light, only will to live, he can't risk your life.

His life would only become more complicated if either of you get a love interest. For you, the choices are: Katsuki, Tokoyami, Izuku. For him, the choices are: Dabi, your baby mama, Miruko.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

HI THERE IM THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR JEALOUS/PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE GETO! I loved your response so much I completely agree with you too on everything! I’m so glad I sent the ask because I love the way you write geto i feel like it’s exactly how I imagine him to be! Dare I be greedy and ask for some angst/comfort hcs for geto on how he’d like to be comforted by his s/o because it’s basically canon that geto has suffered episodes of depression :((

Hi there ! ❤️

I’m so soooo glad to see you back here, and to hear that you loved my reply and agree with me makes me so incredibly happy ! 🫶🏻💗 Thank you so much for liking my writing view on our lovely Suguru, you’ve no idea how much joy this brings me, I love this man so much and to know that people like you appreciate my work about him and how I write him, is the greatest compliment ever so thanks a lot again for telling me this ! 🥰

And of course ! You would never be too greedy by asking me Geto’s things to write, you’re always welcome here 💕🌸 I’m sending you a hug and wishing you a great day/night ☺️

And you’re so sooooo right about this ! Oh my, Suguru suffered from so much trauma in his life, I think that he’s a very sensitive person, and he doesn’t even realize this to be he honest, because of that it’s hard for him to well manage his depression.

That’s why he’s so thankful for your presence in his life.

Because you’re always here to alleviate the pain he sometimes feel inside of him.

Just with simple words or actions of yours, he feels immensely better by your side.

And in top of that, after years of knowing your Suguru very well, you would immediately know when he feels even just a bit down.

Suguru would try to hide it of course, because he would hate to worry you too much, but it won’t work with you.

You would gently take his face in your hands and tell him that it’s okay to feel sad sometimes and that you’re here for him.

After a few seconds, Suguru will let himself relax in your arms, with a few tears cascading on his reddening cheeks, while his strong arms tighten themself around your waist. His head resting on your belly or lap, but most of the time on your chest, your heartbeat easing Suguru into a peaceful state as it helps him remember that you’re with him, that you care for him and love him as much as he loves you.

You’ll have to remind him to stop hiding his emotions from you just for the sake of not worrying you, that his feelings are as important as yours, that he’s as important as you in the relationship.

In a murmur, Suguru would thank you for everything that you do for him, while hugging you close to his body, repeating your name in a soft tone from time to time as it is the only thing that can clear his mind from all his worries.

And the thing that will surely help Suguru fall asleep in your arms is to simply thread your fingers through his dark locks, caressing his hair oh so gently, your nails sliding softly along his head to appease him even more. While whispering with a calm and gentle tone to him that you love him with all your soul and that you will never stop taking care of him, because you’re no different than Suguru, you both are the happiest when the other one feels good as well.

But be prepare, because in moments like these, Suguru is even more clingy than usual, and let me tell you that he already is quite a lot. If you try to break the hug while he sleeps to go eat or drink for example, he’ll wake up right away and looks at you with sleepy eyes and a little pout on his face, silently telling you, « don’t leave, please sweetheart… »

And if you really have to get up, you will have to hold Suguru’s hand along the way. Afterwards, Suguru will put his head on top of your shoulder, close to your face as he hugs you from behind with his arms holding you tight around the waist, almost falling back to sleep on your body while he waits for you to get back to bed, so that you can continue caressing his hair and whispering sweet words to him.

Luckily, that won’t ever bother you because being close to Suguru makes you the luckiest person on earth, and you couldn’t be happier to see that Suguru feels reassured just by your comforting presence.

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

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Hi Mimi!!!! I can't believe I'm only seeing your fic Song Roulette now!!! If this is past your deadline you can totally disregard this, but I was wondering if you could do Return to Love by Andrea Boccelli with Hunter? I hope I'm within the rules? I couldn't find them (I'm tired so observation skills are low atm XD) if not I can submit a different one within the rules!

Can't wait to see what you do!!!! As always, your work is amazing 🥰

Hello my lovely @dragonrider9905!

Thank you for your lovely request: Return to Love by Andrea Boccelli

Love this song and him. Such a fantastic request. I hope you like my interpretation of it.

Love oo

Return to Love

Warnings: Longing, confession, gift giving, fear, apprehension, hugs, kisses, I think that's it if I miss anything please let me know.

Italics - flashback

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Hunter stood at the entrance of your village, it had been years since he set foot on your home planet. However, now that things had calmed down, Tantiss was no longer a worry. Hemlock was dead and gone. The Empire was no longer looking for Omega. Everything was peaceful. 

As he sat by the village tree, and he finally felt peace for the first time in his life, his mind kept going back to you. 

The way your smile always used to light up your face. 

The way your eyes would always look at him with so much love. 

The way your nose would scrunch up when you laughed. 

All those little moments, all those little quirks that he memorized, and had safely tucked away in his heart. Kept all those precious moments with you to himself, untainted and pure. 

Of course, he still remembered the day he left the village, the day the Separatists were chased off your planet. 

His brothers said their goodbye first, thanking you for allowing you to let them use your home as a base for them. 

You couldn’t help laughing at Wrecker’s wide eyes as you gave him Lula, it’d been a hobby of yours to make toys for the children of the village, and when you saw how much he kept looking at the kids with their toys. Well you couldn’t help but make one for him too.

You had asked Hunter in secret what colours Wrecker would’ve liked, and you were so happy that he loved it, as much as he did. 

Tech and Crosshair also were given presents, Crosshair you gifted him a stack of toothpicks, a habit he developed while being in your home. With Tech, you gave him the new strap for his goggles, it was a special leather that was guaranteed to never wear away. 

Hunter just stood off to the side as he watched how you doted on each of his brothers, his heart swelling with each moment. He couldn’t stop smiling when it finally was just the two of you. 

“We are very grateful for everything you did for us.”

“It was nothing, Hunter,” you looked into his eyes, smiling as the wind blew through his hair, it was getting in his eyes. You reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear. “I’m going to miss you.”

“So am I”

You held out a red fabric to him, “A little something to remember me by.”

“I can’t forget you regardless.”

“Either way” you smiled as he opened up the red fabric, looking at the necklace in his hand it was a simple ingot necklace. His eyes focused on the design, “It’s the symbol of our village. It’s not much … I’m sure you probably won’t wear it…”

“I love it.” Your eyes focused on each other, as Hunter reached up and put the necklace over his head and tucked it into his body suit. “I’ll wear it always.” He used the red fabric and tied it around his head keeping his hair out of his face.

“If you … any of you ever need a place to call home … my door is always open.” You reached out and held his hand, “Please stay safe.”

Hunter nodded, he wanted to say more, wanted to do so much more than offer a simple squeeze to your fingers. He longed to press his lips against yours. “If I come back, it won’t be for a long time.”

“Whenever you do come back …” you took a deep breath, as you offered one last smile, “my … my door is always open.” You wanted to say how he had your heart so it didn’t matter how long it would take, you wouldn’t forget him. You’d remember all those moments you two shared.

Hunter steeled himself as he stood in front of your house, your necklace nestled against his chest. His fist raised ready to knock, when he took a moment to steal himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knocked, not backing away. It felt as though hours had ticked by as he stood there, when it’d really only been a few seconds. 

You wiped your hands clean, as you answered the door, “Sorry, my hands were …” your sentence vanished from your lips as your eyes focused on Hunter’s face. 

Your heart started pounding as he stood there, your eyes slowly roving over him, making sure he wasn’t injured, before your eyes went back to his own.

“Hunter…”

The fear and trepidation he’d been feeling from the moment he decided to come to you melted away. 

“Hi mesh’la”

You didn’t hesitate a second, throwing your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer, burrowing your face into his neck. He didn’t hold back wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your hair, remembering your scent from so long ago. You still smelt like home. And now that he held you, you felt like home. 

Neither of you said anything as you both stood there holding on to each other. 

After you’ve had your fill, you pulled back, fighting back tears as you looked at him, “I’ve missed you.”

Hunter fought back his own tears, as his hand gently stroked your cheek, “I missed you, too. I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re not late. You’re never late.” You held his cheeks in your hand, smiling as he leaned in closer. You didn’t hesitate, as you closed the distance pressing your lips against his. 

Hunter pulled back after holding you in his arms, deepening the kiss like he’d been wanting to do for the past several years, “How do you feel about moving?”

“If it means being with you, I can go anywhere.”

“Ever heard of Pabu?”

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Angels Like You

I am so excited to share the first part of my new story with you all! Each chapter coincides with a song, and this chapter’s song is “When I Dream at Night” by Marc Anthony. Feel free to listen to it, and I really hope you enjoy this 🥰

Prologue - When I Dream at Night

Walking through a field of wheat, Elvis felt more at peace than he had in a long time. No family troubles, no media riding his tail, no fans swarming him wherever he goes, and best of all, no Colonel telling him what he should be doing. He could just walk through the field for hours, feel the sun on his face and the ground beneath his feet.

There was just one thing missing, and Elvis knew exactly what it was. The girl that he would meet in these fields. She wasn’t here. Everytime she was here with him, he truly forgot about life away from this field. He was consumed by her, her soft hair, her dress flowing in the breeze. Her skin, her smile, her laugh. Her voice. God, her voice was the best thing he would ever hear. And yet, he knew that as soon as he left the field, it would all be gone. She would be gone without a trace, and he would be left once again with his normal thoughts, his anxieties.

Elvis knew he had dug himself into quite the situation. He had fallen for a girl who didn’t exist, and yet he still came back for more. Maybe it was because he couldn’t find anyone who made him feel the way she did. Or maybe, just maybe, he felt more alive when dreaming about her than he did awake, living his day to day. And he would gladly keep visiting her in dreamland, as long as he could stay by her side.

A song filled the air, shifting his reality once again. Her voice flooded into his ears, and Elvis knew she had finally arrived to bring him life once again. Her voice was sweeter than any music he heard, more heart wrenching than an aria. Her melody filled him with such passion, such joie de vivre. Even with his own love of music, nothing was quite like her. He could listen to her for as long as the universe let him, and he would.

Elvis watched as she came into view, singing a song that he couldn’t hear the words of, and yet he seemed to understand perfectly. He listened as her slight rasp ran through the words to the song, the melody seemingly coming from her soul, all the way out of her mouth.

As she got closer, Elvis could finally hear the words. I only feel alive when I dream at night. Even though she’s not real, it’s alright. It was as if she was reading his mind, reading into his soul. He walked over to meet her, the song he heard from her fading when he stopped in front of her. He reached out his hand to brush against hers, and Elvis felt the telltale shock of energy when she grabbed onto his hand with her own. He looked down at her face, glowing in the sunlight, and saw the smile etched onto her lips. Her teeth shone in the daylight like porcelain, and her eyes were galaxies that held the secrets to the universe, and Elvis wanted to learn each and every one of them.

There were so many things Elvis had wanted to say to her, so many things he thought about during his waking moments. And yet, being here with her now, all of those thoughts vanished as he gazed upon her beauty. He knew he’d find a different moment for those words, but for now, he’d rather just keep her company in the fields of his dreams.

Elvis watched as she guided him to a tree at the end of the wheat field, sitting down before gesturing for him to sit with her. As soon as he sat down, she moved to lay on his lap. The two stayed like that for a while, before she started singing again. Elvis listened as she sang, finally able to distinguish more lyrics. I only feel alive when I dream at night. Every move that she makes holds my eyes. And I fall for her everytime. He almost chuckled at the song, the irony of it not being lost on him. Elvis was only ever truly alive when he was dreaming of her, dreaming of being with her. Even with all their talking, he never knew her name. But, he supposed, if she wasn’t real, there was no need for her to have one.

The girl on his lap kept singing, shifting a bit so that she was looking up at him, her back even on his lap. Her hand moved to touch his face, caressing him as if he would disappear if she were too harsh with her touches. Elvis began to run his own hand through her hair, scratching at her scalp as he went. She sighed at the feeling, switching to humming the rest of her song before finally finishing. She gazed up into his eyes, watching as the blue nebulas swirled with admiration and passion.

“Your eyes are filled with such depth, Elvis. I could get lost in them forever.” The girl laid a hand on his cheek, gazing into his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder, though, what else is behind them? You always look so sad when I see you.” Elvis sighed, moving his hand up to grasp hers, still at his cheek. “I just wish I could be here with you all the time, angel. I only ever feel alive when I’m here with you. Like everything else just…falls away, I suppose.” She gave a small chuckle, and Elvis furrowed his brow. “What is it?” She sighed happily. “Nothing, it’s just that, I feel exactly the same way. Like even though this is only temporary, it’s the one thing I look forward to anymore. Seeing you.”

It was Elvis’ turn to chuckle. “I could say the same thing, darling. But angels like you can’t fly down here with me. Not for long. Maybe that’s why we can only stay like this. Stay dreaming.” He knew she wasn’t real. He knew this was his subconscious playing a trick. But he still wanted to stay with her, have her wrapped in his arms.

The girl on his lap sighed softly. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the angel here? Maybe you were sent for me, not the other way around.” Elvis opened his mouth, ready to ask what she could possibly mean, when he heard a voice call out for him. “Elvis. Elvis!”

Elvis woke up with a start. He was face down in bed, his mother shaking him awake. When he rolled over to face her, his mother smiled at him. “Finally, satnin. I was about to get your father in here to wake you. I swear, sometimes you sleep like the dead. It’s time to wake up, we’ve got a big day planned for you. And to think, you’re finally 22!”

As his mother walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs, Elvis laid back, wishing he could go back to sleep. “Another year, Another day waiting to go back to see her.”

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Hearing a banging on her door, Y/N awoke abruptly. Moaning softly, she got out of bed before opening her apartment door. When she did, she saw her band mate and best friend Dolly with an annoyed look on her face. “We have 2 hours to get to the Mint, and you’re napping? I get you’ve been having trouble sleeping, but today’s important. It’s our first show!” Sighing, Y/N opened the door for Dolly to enter the apartment. “I’m sorry, Dolly. I wasn’t trying to make us late. I set an alarm and everything, I swear. I just…needed an extra boost.” The singer sat down before grabbing her song book and writing down a line from her dream. “And if you were really worried, you could’ve used the key I gave you. It’s for emergencies, after all.”

Dolly sat down next to Y/N, watching as her friend wrote. “Another Elvis dream, I’m guessing? You always write the saddest stuff after having them. This has to be the third time this week alone.” Getting up to change into her outfit for the show, Y/N nodded in acknowledgment. “I know, I probably should see a sleep therapist or something. But whenever I dream of him, it just fuels my music, you know? I know exactly what I should be writing, and I know what I’m supposed to be doing. things become clear when I’m with him. Is that totally crazy? It’s like I’m meant to be dreaming of him for whatever reason.”

Grabbing her boots, Y/N listened as her friend responded. “I don’t think it’s totally crazy. But I do think it’s concerning that you keep dreaming of a dead rockstar every other night, and that it’s how you get your muse. There are other ways for you to find a muse, Y/N. You just need some help finding it again, I think.” The singer nodded along, listening as the bassist gave her thoughts on the matter. “Ok. Maybe tonight will help me find some inspiration. Why don’t we get going, and I’ll try to forget about all of these dreams for the night?”

Y/N grabbed her keys before leading Dolly down the stairs of the complex to her car, singing a song. As she sang, she avoided her friend’s gaze. She knew this wasn’t forgetting, but she also knew she would never be able to get the dreams of her hero and crush out of her head no matter how hard she tried.

‘Cause I only feel alive when I dream at night. Even though he’s not real, it’s alright….

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Villainous Nick was very good 😊 I wonder how Matt would be in that situation? 🤔

Thank you, darling 🥰. Ugh, yes 😮‍💨

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The soft moaning and panting were a clear sign of what was happening in that parking lot, behind the black SUV. But see, you didn’t mean for this to happen, the only reason you got inside his car was because you wanted to avoid causing a scene in front of your coworkers, again. Matt and his god complex didn’t allow him to have the merest hint of embarrassment, he was solely proud of everything he did, no matter how problematic it was.

He had trapped you in a corner of the arena hallway, pledging he just “wanted to talk”. You debated not going, knowing how artful he could be, but deep down you felt like you somehow needed this closure. You owe it to your heart and mind, and to have some peace of mind you decided to set the record straight.

After a few failed attempts at getting you back with his soft, pleading, warm chocolate eyes, pouts, and endless promises of being a different person, Matt decided to use the one thing he knew was impossible for you to resist: your sexual chemistry.

“Your body doesn’t lie, dovey. I can hear it calling for me, begging to feel me again. And I know you can hear it too” Matt’s hands traveled down your sides, gripping your waist and full hips as his body pinned you against the backdoor of his rental car.

You felt his erection pressing below your navel, and the slightest sign of a reaction caused Matt to internally smirk to himself before he brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek.

“Don’t you miss me? ‘Cause I sure as hell miss you every day. Here, feel it” Matt took your hand and placed it on top of his hard-on through the jeans. “This is how much I miss you, this is what I go through every time I think of you”.

You turned your face to the left side, fixing your gaze on the backdoor of the arena that led to the parking lot in an attempt to focus on anything but Matt or his touch. Your hand lingered on top of his clothed cock, a natural response that your body seemed to forget should not be so natural now that you had broken up.

Matt briefly watched your internal debate, and before you could act against him, he let his nose reach your hair and took a deep breath in, inhaling the delicate scent of grape bubblegum that always seemed to stain his pillowcase.

“Shit, you always smell so good. Is a freaking dream” Matt let his nose wander further down to your jaw, he softly bit the smooth flesh causing goosebumps to rise all over your arms before his nose found your exposed neck. He pressed himself closer to you, causing your hand to instantly close around his erection.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy” Matt groaned as his hand slid underneath your shirt, taking a handful of your right breast. “My sweet and lovely dove. All beautiful, perfect, and mine” He pulled back to look into your eyes, and the need and lust written all over the brown orbs made you sigh “Matt, please”

“You’re mine, aren’t you, dovey? You’re gonna forget all about that breakup, right? You still want me, still love me, still need me, no? Tell me you need me” His teeth tugged on your bottom lip until the flesh slowly slid from his grip “Tell me you want me”.

Your breathing became heavier with every touch “Matt, knock it off”. You tried to push him away, tried to put some distance between you, but as always, your body betrayed you.

It had a will of its own, desires that you somehow were unable to fulfill, needs that were impossible for you to kill. It was something about his grip, his energy, his scent that made your body euphoric. Details you couldn’t depict faithfully enough to deceive your body’s satisfaction. It was in the intricacies that only Matt possessed, you couldn’t mimic the soft tickling of his hair on your skin or his warm breath on your ear shell, nor the roughness of his palm when it rested against your hidden pearl or the sharpness of his teeth dragging across your skin. The devil is in the details, they say. To you, it sounds more like the devil lives within Matt Jackson.

“Why do you keep denying it, dovey? Is it because of Kenny?” Matt chuckled “We both know he can’t give you what I can. Kenny’s my best friend but let’s face it, he’s weak. He’s a weak man, too soft, too devoted, too in love with you to know what you need. But I do! I know that you don’t need a man that crawls back to you crying stupid apologies every time he fucks it up. No, no, no, you need a man who will hate-fuck you every time you argue” Matt’s hand pushed your back against the black SUV. The air was pushed out of your lungs with the impact and before you could say anything, Matt’s hands pushed the yoga pants down your legs before spitting on his fingers.

His digits spread your folds and expertly found your entrance “You need a man who can put you in your place. And what place is that, dovey? Oh yes, on your knees, with a cock buried deep in your throat” Matt’s fingers moved at a frantic pace, eliciting the most sinful sounds your body could vocalize.

“You like this kind of shit, don’t you, dove? Getting fingered in the parking lot of an arena at a random city, being used and fucked so good like the useless slut that you are” Matt’s tongue licked your cheek like a wild cat, playing and reveling in the taste of its prey before finally killing it.

“Matt, this is wrong” You whined loudly, legs instantly closing and clasping his hand between your thighs in an attempt to stop your rising orgasm.

Matt chuckled against your lips as his hands began to push his hard cock out of his navy blue joggers “And that’s why it feels so good, dovey. That’s why you’re gonna be soaking my cock in a few seconds. Because it feels so fucking good and we can’t stop, can we?”

[multifandom-worlds]

Hello, friend! 🥰

For the requests... What about Reader being a cook and letting Loki taste everything she creates? And he absolutely loves it. 🥰

Prepping Dinner for a God: Difficulty Level - Hard

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Blizzards, knives (since you know, cooking and cutting things) and Loki being a little bitch when it comes to onions.

Authors note: I got so far away from the plot here, it's not even funny! I hope you enjoy though, my love!

Tagging: @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @lokiprompts @dryyoursaltyoceantears @buttercupcookies-blog @ladyofthestayingpower @sarahscribbles

The snow was falling heavily to the ground, one of the seasons many blizzards blowing outside. You and Loki were the only two in the compound that evening; the others were trapped in another city by the snow. You were humming quietly to yourself, listening to the water of Loki’s shower run. He took the absence of the other Avengers to get a workout in peace and quiet without his obnoxious brother always commenting on what he was “doing wrong.”

You hear his water turn off but not anything else as he suddenly appears behind you, his arms shaking around your midsection, wet hair dripping onto your shoulder. “Hello, dove. Something smells good in here.” He whispers in your ear, causing you to gasp and nearly drop the plate you grabbed from the cupboard. A soft green glow encompasses the dish, gently setting it on the counter beside you. “You really must be more careful. Tony would not be happy if you broke one of his plates.” 

His voice was like silk in your ear. You shudder before regaining your composure. “I wouldn’t have dropped it if it weren’t for you startling me!” You retort, carefully turning in his arms to face him, frown on your lips. “I am not a trained assassin who can stay steady at anything; I’m a chef. I’m allowed to be startled! Especially when you sneak up on me like that!” 

Loki drops his head onto your shoulder, a small sigh escaping his lips followed by an apology. “I’m sorry for startling you, Dove. I did not realize you were reaching for a plate.” He punctuates his apology with peppering soft kisses onto your shoulder. You can’t help but giggle as you fight from his grip to get back to cooking.

“Don’t you have any mischief to do so you can leave me alone to cook in peace and quiet?” You question, returning your attention to the cutting board before you. You pick up the knife and slide it through the kale before adding the cut kale to the pot of potatoes sitting on the stove beside you.

“What are you making on this frigid midgardian evening?” Loki questions, seeing the bizarre collection of ingredients on the counter before him. He lets go of your waist before taking up position beside you. “Do you need help with anything?” 

You chuckle, brushing your hand against his, his cheeks every so pink at the action. “I’m making a dish my grandmother used to always make in the winter. It’s a Dutch comfort food of sorts. It’s called boerenkool. It’s basically mashed potatoes and kale with sausage. I thought, maybe it might be something you would like to eat. It’s nothing fancy like you would get back home, but you might like the flavours.” 

Loki considered everything, looking at everything before him. She was correct; it was not at Asgardian dinner level - even the common folk would not eat such a dish. He was hesitant to try something so different from his usual pallet. He also did not want to offend the only person in the compound who chose to see him for who he was, not what he did. “I trust you, Dove.”

You smile before grabbing a large white onion and handing it to Loki. “Can you dice this for me? I need it as small as you can get it. If you don’t mind, I can do it myself if you don't want to, it’s no big deal. On second thought, I’ll do it myself; I’m sure you have no interest in such trivial things.” You go to take the onion back from his hand, but he moves his hand away.

“Dove, you think so low of me that I would not want to help you? You participate in all I enjoy; it’s only proper if I do the same for you. I am quite skilled with a knife; I’ll have you know!” Loki laughs, grabs the knife from in front of you and goes about dicing the onion. Within moments, the smell of the onion has Loki’s eyes watering. So it would appear that even God’s aren’t immune to chopping onions. 

“Curse these forsaken things.” Loki curses, squeezing his eyes tight. You giggle, watching him struggle before taking the vegetarian sausage out of the sink where it had been thawing all afternoon. “How is this food and not a weapon of torture?” 

You shake your head with a faint giggle before opening the package of sausage and dropping it into a pan to cook, keeping the heat low so the sausage cooks internally before browning on the outside. “You’re doing good, Loks. Once you’ve finished with those weapons of torture, if you want to throw the onion into the pot and turn it on, that would be great; thank you!”

Loki was all too eager to be rid of such vile things as he scraped the onions into the pot and turned it on, watching the burner ignite, and small flames dance below the pot. “I suggest washing your hands before you rub your eyes; it will worsen the stinging if you don't.” You offer, flipping the sausage, the aroma wafting around you. Loki watches you from the sink, a soft smile on his lips as you effortlessly bounce around. You were so comfortable in the kitchen, so happy to be cooking, and the rest of the Avengers take advantage of your love and demand you do so much for them. 

“What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” You ask, brushing your hand down your cheek. Loki shakes his head, walking over to you, taking your hands and pulling you in for a kiss. Loki lets go of your hands, placing them on your hips, deepening the kiss while your hands twirl in his hair. He pulls away, forehead resting against yours. “I love you, Dove, you know that, right? I hate watching you cook for everyone and not get any recognition you deserve.” 

Loki carefully lifts you onto the counter, slotting himself between your thighs, one hand resting comfortably on your upper thigh while the other holds your hand. “But Loki…what about dinner..?” You question, blushing as Loki peppers kisses up your bare arm. Loki slips his hand from your thigh to your hips and up to your waist, kissing your arm to your shoulder. 

Loki clicks his tongue. “Dinner is fine, Dove. Let me indulge myself in dessert first.” He whispers in your ear, kissing down your jaw before peppering sweet kisses on your lips. You sigh, letting him lead you wherever he wants to take you, your arms draped over his shoulders, legs loosely wrapped around his waist. 

The sound of water meeting flame pulls them back to reality. Loki backs up, removing the boiling potatoes from the heat before returning to help you off the counter.

"Maybe wait to indulge until after dinner," you chuckle, moving over to the stove to flip the sausages and drain the water from the potatoes. You take some milk and butter and add it to the potatoes before mashing. You take a small spoonful, handing it to Loki to taste test. “Taste it, see if it needs more butter or garlic. I can never get the flavour right, so I wonder what you think it needs.”

Loki took the spoon from your fingers before popping it in his mouth, licking the potato and kale mixture off the spoon. “Mmm, I rather like it, Dove. It’s nothing like I have tasted before. I don’t think it requires anything.” He returns the spoon to you so you can try a bite yourself. Your face scrunched; something was missing, and you didn’t know what. It never tasted like this when your grandmother made it. “Dove, why not change the recipe slightly and make it your own? You’re still honouring your grandmother because you are still making it. Try it, Dove, just today for you and me.”

You contemplate what Loki was proposing. A big part of your job is to experiment with food. Loki had never disliked anything you made in the past, or if he did, he never made it known. You gave it a shot and added several more spices you never would have: garlic, dried onion, salt and black pepper. Retaking a small spoonful, you again hand it to Loki to taste test. He moves it around his mouth some before swallowing. “That is divine, Dove. You did a great job.”

You decide not to try it, afraid you’ll be upset without yourself, so you turn your attention to the sausages, pulling them from the pan and placing them on a clean cutting board to cool down before you slice them. “Loki, could you please set the table? Or wherever you want to sit for dinner.” You ask, grabbing a serrated knife to cut your sausages. 

Almost as soon as you had everything plated, the blizzard knocked out the power to the compound. You startle slightly until a calming ring of green light surrounds you. “I’ve got you, Dove. You’re safe with me.” Loki grabs the plates from you before kissing you and heading to the table. You follow quickly behind so you aren’t left in the dark. He had lit several candles on the table. 

This dinner suddenly became much more romantic, but you weren’t complaining—anything for more time with your God.

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x03

such an iconic episode, I'm so ready😩 (edit: ignore any typos you might find, I was going through it💀)

NOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO FKN FUNNY PLS LOOK AT THIS MAN'S HAIR I CAN'T BREATHE

Honestly I'm so thankful that not a single one of my schools was like this, it's like everyone just reached an unspoken agreement that bullying was uncool and we'd mind our own business.

needles😬

"Have I told you how much I'm gonna miss you?"

no you haven't but you definitely should, go on😌

*in unison* around where????

HELL YEAH FORCED PROXIMITY FTW

"Come on, do you know how many people would kill to relive their senior year of high school?"

No way in hell, and I had a relatively peaceful experience💀😭

"The last thing I want to be is a reporter."

She would absolutely be perfect but let's get one thing straight: If there's a person on this show who knows when to mind their own fucking business, it's LOIS🤷🏻‍♀️

I mean both Chloe and Lois make valid points, she's 17 and while I totally understand why Abby did it, it really is a bit concerning. Especially considering her mother has been pushing her to do it for the last 3 years���

I got a comment from a helpful user under my post for last episode (ty🥰), apparently Jason is roughly the same age as Lex?? And he started dating Lana when she was 17?? AND HE'S THE FKN ASSISTANT COACH AT SCHOOL?

Clark wants to try out for the team again🥺

Jonathan let Martha have a job off the farm dude come on, be supportive. YES THANK YOU

omg did he fake his parent's signature on the permission slip???

"...they want people to look at them differently."

he's making points🤷🏻‍♀️

UGH I'm so weak for happy, excited Clark just look at himmm😭🥹

"Maybe if I'd been more patient I would've seen who you really are." EEEEEEEW throw the whole man away🤢

honestly fuck everyone who destroyed her self-esteem to the point where she's flattered bc a crusty man like that shows interest

asjaksjaksj

he's not even denying it-

PLSSSS their faces, especially Lois😭

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

and look at Lois "not interested in journalism" Lane right on the story😌😌😌

I'm connecting some dots here and I don't like ittttt😬😬

"I still can't believe that you have a job at my school."

I feel like Lana has had more personality in these last few episodes than she had in the last 3 seasons combined, so that's great to see.

Lex knowssss👀

OMFG LOIS I LOVE YOU

I'mghfdjfghdj LOIS ARE U FREE ON MONDAY-

look at herrrrr😭 LISTEN IF I HAD CLARK'S POWERS-

I mean I agree that beauty is on the inside but that's very easy to say when you look like a literal angel💀 OOp evil surgery lady just said the same thing I did idk how to feel about that💀💀

I love that they're already establishing little things about her, she's messy, she can't spell etc. (though Chloe sounded a bit passive aggressive in both instances, maybe I'm just reading it wrong tho😬)

"It looks like Lois is one step ahead of us." THAT MAKES ME SO PROUD🥺🥺

Clark saving Lois and then Lois saving Clark is something so personal to me actually-

UGH LOOK AT THEMMMMMM😭

*kicks woman* "Bitch."

her lil smile seeing her article in the torch😭

yesss she has fans as she fucking should😌

(Can I just quickly say that as much as I love Homecoming, they could've had at least ONE person at the reunion remember Lois from high school, watching that shit left permanent scars on my soul, it was so cruel😭 Like come on, if reading her article was a "life changing experience" for some students, it would make total sense for SOMEONE to remember her. (yes I'm super salty and what about it))

FUUUUUUUCK I JUST REALIZED I HIT THE 30 IMAGE LIMIT AND I'M NOT EVEN AT THEE DUNK TANK SCENE😭 (off to delete some of them I guess😭)

omg here it comes

"Come on Lois, didn't those guys at the base teach you anything?" "Wouldn't you like to know."

akasjkasdjak YOU KNOW HE WOULD

they wanna bone so bad it makes them look like absolute fucking clowns there I said it

DOESN'TMATTERCAUSEYOU'REGOINGDOWNTHAT'LLBETHEDAYSKADWNKW can you tell I'm losing my last shred of dignity here

ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY CLEARED MY SKIN IMPROVED MY GRADES WALKED MY DOGS ETC THIS SCENE CHANGED MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND-

and Tumblr won't even let me upload my 5732893 screenshots where's the justice😭

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

hello my darling lin 💞 i'm afraid i can't keep it to myself any longer, i must know all about your character tags, they're simply too intriguing 👀.

Ahhh, my loveliest Lizzie! Thank you so much for sending this ask my way, it was such a lovely and generous surprise to find in my inbox today! 🥹❤️ I have a lot of different tags for five separate works so, please, bear with me as I briefly try to elaborate on all of them skdskfjsksfjsk. I apologise beforehand for my seemingly endless rambles, though I hope it will turn out to be interesting nonetheless! 🥰✨️

VOIEVOD:

The majority of my tags come from my medieval magnum opus sksksk because numerous distinct characters are already detailed and elaborate in my mind — let’s dig into them! I do have to confess that some of these tags have yet to make a proper appearance, but I have prepared them in advance, just in case.

( oc: if i cannot move heaven i will raise hell ) — Vlad Dracula. This phrase is a well-known quote from Virgil’s Aeneid: “Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.” I have always felt that it perfectly encapsulates Vlad’s entire life — he is quite the prototype of a Machiavellian ruler willing to resort to more violent methods if needed (which we know very well from history, after all). Throughout the works, he repeatedly acknowledges his belief that he is destined for hell and expresses his willingness to sacrifice his soul for the greater good of his people. And he is also a very strong-willed and stubborn person who will always find a way to achieve his goals, whatever it costs him.

( oc: sanctuary ) — Cătălina. At first, I greatly hesitated to use this symbolism as I truly believe this remarkable woman is defined by much more than her role as the royal mistress and the mother of the voivode’s sons, and I try to depict that individuality of her character. However, this role does significantly influence her life and defines many of the decisions she makes. Throughout their relationship, Vlad sees Cătălina as his sanctuary because she accepts him as he is, loves him despite his perceived defects, and offers him a sense of belonging and peace. Sure, he loves that she keeps him on his toes, but this acceptance and the notion of having a kindred spirit give him the feeling of healing and safety. He can take off the many masks and let himself be exposed as he is, deep down. She also serves as a sanctuary for their sons, acting as the family’s anchor since they spend most of their time with her.

( oc: golden child; lion boy ) — Mehmed the Conqueror. His tag comes from the beautiful poem written by madzieloss on Tumblr, with the whole quote going, “Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it’s like to conquer.” I initially tried to use one of Mehmed’s poems from his diwan to make it a bit more personal, but this particular poem works perfectly because it encapsulates Mehmed’s whole essence — the Sultan of the Empire, the gifted child, the great conqueror. I also love using the recurring theme of gold and sun for his character. Gold represents the splendour of the Ottoman Empire, as well as his personal visuals (a lot of rich clothes and jewellery, the gilded Ottoman armour, his ginger hair and beard). Sun is the lovely little dichotomy seen in his character as it is both radiant and invigorating (his manners, generosity, education, intellect, aspects of rule), and merciless and blazing (his cruelty and the destructive sides of his politics towards other countries). Like the sun, he can either help grow or burn everything down.

( oc: the dragon ) — Vlad Dracul. I hate admitting that I could not come up with anything even remotely unique for Vlad’s dad as his moniker Dracul literally means “the Dragon” skdhskfskdks. However, the nickname was used for a reason, and we do not fix what isn’t broken in this house. The dragon’s role in medieval symbolism reflects a complex interplay between themes of heroism, morality, and the battle between light and darkness — on the one hand, the creature is seen as a protector and symbol of power, strength, and courage, but on the other hand, a dragon also represents a cunning and dangerous figure. He is called “the Dragon” both by people who admire him and despise him, so it shows the double meaning and the complexity of a ruler’s nature. At the same time, the meaning also spills over to his private life as he is both a figure of protection and (unwilling and unintentional) destruction to his family.

( oc: of burning martyrdom ) — Mircea Dracula. The eldest sibling is without a doubt the most tragic figure in the entire story, and I wanted his tag to reflect the tragedy and inevitability of his fate. He was killed at nineteen at the hands of his father’s enemies and in the cruellest way imaginable, and the “burning” part hints at some of the circumstances of his death. In his own way, he dies as a martyr because he dies refusing to give up his beliefs — and he is a martyr figure because the majority of his short life is marked with great struggles.

( oc: keeper of secrets ) — Alexandra. This tag is supposed to represent all the inner turmoil and complexities fighting one another inside Vlad’s younger sister. Because the two siblings share most of their personality and physical traits and are also close in age (there is a three-year gap between them), Vlad has always had a fond spot for his little sister and always considered her his little confidante — hence the meaning of keeping secrets. In return, Vlad has always been the brother who has granted Alexandra the most freedom and experience. She also keeps many secrets because there is a lot of her she has to repeatedly suppress inside of her — as I have mentioned, Vlad and Alexandra are quite alike, but Vlad’s personality tends to be accepted more while the same traits in Alexandra are often frowned upon.

( oc: cel frumos ) — Radu Dracula. My laziness shows here once again as that is Radu’s moniker, meaning “the handsome” or “the beautiful”. Radu has been given a fair share of horrible portrayals in media over the years, so I aim to further develop his character and show the varied aspects of his personality that are frequently overlooked. I initially tried to find something that would suit his complicated character but eventually settled on the nickname itself as it nicely shows the irony of his life and the most defining issue of his life — always being disregarded and reduced to only a sliver of his being.

( oc: cel mare ) — ��tefan the Great. (Or, as I like to call him, Fane.) There is no possible tag that would fit the famous Voivode of Moldavia and Vlad’s cousin (Vlad’s mother was a Moldavian princess) more than his own nickname, “the Great”. He is considered a national hero in both Romania and Moldova and undoubtedly earned his monicker through his actions.

OPEN HEART:

( c: i rise with my red hair and i eat men like air ) — Laura Levchenko. Her tag comes from Sylvia Plath’s poem called Lady Lazarus and, although I wanted to find a fitting quote from Lesya Ukrainka to represent Laura’s roots (that form a great part of her being), this one has the right amount of sharpness and edge fitting for my darling spitfire. Her fiery hair is undoubtedly one of her trademarks, and the quote also represents an independent spirit that will not be pushed down by being seemingly “inferior”. It also shows her own stance towards men, beginning with the painful experience with her dad and marking her whole life, as well as people who look down upon her.

( c: veni vidi vici ) — E.R. This is incredibly embarrassing because I was desperate to find something better for Ethan, something more fitting for his character… but there it is skdksfksldls. I do not think this quote even needs any introduction, so I will mention instead that “I came, I saw, I conquered” expresses the way Ethan achieves everything he sets his mind to, as well as the ferocity with which he pursues all his goals. When we compare his character to Laura’s, it might also imply the briskness with which he achieves certain things in life as a straight white American man — as opposed to Laura who is not only looked down upon for being a woman but also has to face a lot of xenophobia in her life. (You also want to re-enact the Ides of March on him sometimes but… I digress sksksk.)

CRIMES OF PASSION:

( c: this ghost sitting year after year upon my heart ) — Milena Rosa. This quote comes from Federico García Lorca’s play Yerma, in Spanish being, “este fantasma sentado año tras año encima de mi corazón”. I have to admit that I have yet to get myself familiar with Milena and craft her character in detail the way she deserves, but we know from canon that Jimmy’s tragic death greatly defines not only her own inner life (because she battles with all the demons his loss has inflicted upon her) but also the trajectory of her future career and the purpose she finds in her mission.

( c: bleeding sun ) — T.T. Trystan’s tag is from Lucie Thésée’s Poem, and the full quote goes, “Handsome as life and poison. Sun-blood handsome. Bleeding sun.” This was an instant fit because Trystan is undoubtedly the product of the environment he grew up in — Drakovia is both a place of beauty and vibrance, but we know its regime is bloody and deadly. Trystan will also never suppress the essence of who he is, and his character is both full of life and somewhat fierce (sometimes even violent) in nature. A lot of my worldbuilding for the story comes from my own experience as an Eastern European, and this little corner of the world is brimming with endless contradictions, so I tried to come up with something that would evoke that as closely as possible.

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES:

( c: i am the sea and nobody owns me ) — Kimberley Cunningham. Kimble is my TWC newborn that I have only recently crafted into a character she should have been from the very beginning. Her tag is actually the legendary quote uttered by Pippi Longstocking which, apart from its fierceness, also fits Kimberley’s playfulness and carefree approach to life. She is a rebel through and through in every aspect of her life, which stems from the disastrous nature of her relationship with Rebecca. Her main objective in life is to do the exact opposite of what she is told, and she enjoys shocking people around her. But, just like the sea, she can be tempestuous and unpredictable, and some of her decisions can be quite destructive. Kimble ends up in the love triangle which kind of mirrors the rest of her life — initially harmless fun turns complicated and messy.

( c: a ribbon of loneliness ) — Sydney Brannagan. My poor baby Syd has been characterised through his melancholy since the very first moment, so I needed to find this little nugget that would instantly evoke his inner world. Then I found this quote by Jenny Slate that goes, “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am.” Loneliness runs through Sydney not only in the sense that he is such a sorrowful soul, but also because a part of him always feels so detached from others. All his life, he has felt like he has to prove his worth to his mother to feel accepted, and he also unconsciously builds a wall around him as the time goes by. In the professional setting, his personality does not stand out in any particular way — he is diligent and polite, some might even consider him a bit bland.

BLEEDING HEART:

I do feel like I need to give a bit more context for this interactive fiction beforehand, especially because there is only Chapter 1 out so far. The story is a retelling of Bram Stoker’s Dracula through the point of view of Mina Murray, and the first chapter already explores several wonderful themes I cannot wait to get my grubby little hands on! I have a very clear idea of who I want Mina to be, how she struggles in the setting and society she lives in, and how her personality drives her emotions and decisions. I do not know if my personal HCs will align with the story as it progresses, but there is nothing this user cannot tweak to her liking skdhskfjfksks.

( c: growing fruit around cyanide ) — Wilhelmina Murray-Harker. Mina’s tag is a part of a poem from a collection called Swallowtail by Brenna Twohy and goes, “Peach pits are poisonous. This is not a mistake. Girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide. It will never be your for swallowing.” Essentially, it encapsulates the conflict between who Mina seems to be on the outside and who she truly is on the inside. I have always felt like the Victorian times were one of the most suffocating periods for a woman to live in, and Mina always has to suppress a huge part of herself to somehow “fit the mould”, hence how she grows fruit around cyanide. Just like the society, her relationship with Jonathan also suffocates her — her engagement is a choice made out of reason, but she does not feel fulfilled with him in practically any way, which ultimately drives her into the arms of Dracula.

( c: the master of the night ) — Count Dracula. His tag is just the tweak of the quote from Bram Stoker’s Dracula: “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” Since he commands all the creatures and phenomena of the night, I have changed the bit to the “master”. I wish I had anything interesting to add to his character but, so far, I am waiting to see what he turns out to be like in Bleeding Heart — I know we are able to make him be the big villain or give him redeeming qualities, so I will wait and see which route will seem more fitting to me though I do play around with the idea of making Dracula more redeemable and a different character more villainous). Also, Count Dracula the Vampire has absolutely nothing to do with Vlad Dracula the Voivode in my fictional world — I know merging the two into one character is very popular, there is even one novel that did this that I absolutely love, but… not happening here lmao.

[dreamwritesimagines]

bucky opened up 🥹 he actually said itttttt, I thought the "I'll make sure you get that crown" was the closest we'd get to a confession at least for now but he actually said it 😭😭 now they both know omgggg I wonder what they're gonna do with this information and if they're gonna fuck it up somehow :)))

also Rhett may be a problem but damn someone really needed to put Ian in his place like that AGES ago, it's one thing knowing your cousin and all "her friends" don't respect you, but for someone from the outside so to speak to come over, take a look at you, deem you laughable, and say it to your face so bluntly, that must have stung in a different way omggg 💀 also in this context why would you say to someone "you need to respect me" literally that sounds so pathetic and childish Ian has absolutely no idea what he's doing! in this context respect is EARNED! you can't just tell someone to respect you that just makes you look so stupid omg he's so annoying

also my love what do you mean Logan called Sunshine princess 😭😭 and I love her so much, she goes "isn't this fun? we're explorers!" while stressed out of her mind and having a terrible morning, ugh she's so cute and she's the best mom ever I literally got a little bit emotional over it bc that's just how many young mothers are really 🥹 always trying to keep things positive for their kids, I think you're capturing that perfectly!

she's so cute she shows gratitude by hugging 😭😭 idk how Logan is gonna keep it together honestly she's so cute and funny, but also poor woman she's horny af I bet she loves sabrina carpenter 💀 and I'm 100% with her ok I deserve jail time for the thoughts that came to my mind when he said "are you always this polite princess" ???????? like sir imma need you to tone it down or you'll get me arrested ugh he's so flirtyyyyy he called her pretty and why do I feel like maybe his love language is acts of service???? like every grumpy man in the world?????

anyways love THANK YOU for the improvement on my weekend and my Monday, you're really giving us the best content anyone could ask for!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

OMG OMG LOVEEEE, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! ❤️

Bucky totally said it! ❤️ And he was so so sure that Charm would turn him down, or reject him like he rejected her 😏

Oh Rhett was sooo so right to say it to Ian's face! 😂 Like, Charm and Bucky and all others, they were being kinda soft on him without even realizing purely because of Charm's father, and Rhett did not hold back😈 Chicago rules are different and he does not care whether the person's feelings are hurt at all😏

Respect is definitely earned in that business! ❤️ Like, Rhett earned it, Bucky earned it, Charm is definitely earning it, and Ian just expects people to respect him because of his uncle 😂 And Rhett was like "Nope" 😏

Aaaaaa it's so wonderful to hear that honey! Yesss I think Theo's health, both mentally and physically is the priority for Sunshine, and she is being very careful to make sure he grows up in a very loving and peaceful environment even if her own environment isn't exactly peaceful ❤️ So even if she's stressed out, she will make it look like a game to Theo and keep things totally positive ❤️

Lolll oh Logan is trying to keep it together but between her hugging him, and him sniffing her hair, and her being all cute and rambling with him, he is finding it very hard 😂

Sunshine sooo listens to Sabrina Carpenter ASDFGHJKL I LOVE IT😂

He called her princess! 🥰 He will do that a looooot😏

I totally agree with you on acts of service! ❤️ And Sunshine will be so clueless about it, while Logan is like, fixing everything around her and making sure she's safe and it will be so cuuuute! ❤️

Aaaaaaaa I'm so giggly honeyyyy, thank you so so much! 🥰 You are so sweeeeet! ❤️

[thepaintedlady00]

Oneshot: Desire x Soul Bound Reader

All She Desired

Requested by @erynion-rogueofthegreenwoods sorry for the wait! 😅 I hope you enjoy it! I used Desires Greek name in this and also had her refer to the reader as Briar as a sort if pet name. 🥰

TW: fluff, angst, minor depictions of blood and violence, character death

"I can offer you anything you desire." The words were ones they'd said so many times before, it was their job after all, but this time was different. She was different. They meant it this time. Meant it in a way that they hadn't been capable of understanding before. It was terrifying, thrilling and it had them completely at her mercy.

The beautiful woman smiled down at them, tall and muscular with a smile that could capture one's heart in an instant and eyes that could do so in less time. She held Desires hands, encompassing them completely in just one palm. "You are all that I desire, my lovely Epithumia."

Their heart swelled at the sound of their old Greek name rolling off her tongue so easily. Desire flashed her a wide grin, pulling them into her wide chest. "My dear Briar, what a fair creature you are."

Though their soulmate was a warrior in every sense of the word she was so soft, her skin and her touch… It was like being held by a mighty goddess of silk and sunshine. She blushed, nuzzling her head against Desires with a blissful sigh. "Cease your flattery, golden minx, or I'll be forced to toss you over my shoulder and whisky you away!"

"Is that supposed to be a punishment?" They laughed, arching a brow. "If so I'll have to be on my worst behavior."

Briar rolled her eyes and lifted their chin. "You're impossible."

"For you always," Desire replied, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, teasing as they always were, until she pulled them in completely.

It had been nearly a year since Desire had met the woman that now held their heart completely. Nearly a year of passion and love and being absolutely consumed by the sensations they'd never even been able to imagine before. Desire was so accustomed to making others feel these things, lust and love and passion and wanting… They'd never truly understood their function in this dreary universe before, but their thorny and sweet Briar had changed that. She had helped change them.

When Lucifer's demonic messengers had come to Desire asking them to align with the Legions of Hell and the formidable Lightbringer to rise up against Dream and bring their dear brother to his knees once and for all, Desire was surprised to find themselves reluctant. Before it was all they'd ever wanted, to see that self righteous and always stuck up Dream to fall. But now, the offer, one of undeniable violence and bloodshed, held little spark to it. The relationship between Desire and Dream was still nearly nonexistent, but when Briar had been plagued by terrible nightmares it had been Dream that accepted their less than humble request for them to cease. Since then there had been a rare moment of understanding between the two. Desire declined the Morningstar's offer. Declined the very thing that had driven their games and manipulations for eons. They didn't need that anymore, not when they had her.

Desire often watched her train. Her broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat, the muscles of her arms and legs bulging with every dodge and strike and block. Their warrior was a formidable force. It took five grown men to give her even a challenge! Though Desire knew they were stronger than her, they enjoyed letting the beauty manhandle them with those soft hands and enticing grunts. But in truth, Desire's favorite moments were the ones of peace, quiet. They ran their fingers through her hair, her head laying in their lap. Their eyes drank in the heart that stood out against the skin of her wrist, their mark. Hers, a rose, flashed in the corner of their eyes as they continued their light touches.

Desire's mind twisted darkly, a familiar and ugly thought filling their body with a moment of painful dread. You'll only hurt her in the end. It was something Desire feared more than they let on. Old rules and, well, just their nature for consuming things entirely did not bode well for their odd pairing. Briar opened one eye and looked up at her lover with a questioning gaze. "What are you thinking about?"

"The usual debauchery. Why?" They answered, pushing the unpleasant fears away with a grin. "Do you have similar thoughts plaguing that lovely brain of yours?"

She smiled. "You've seemed different. Lighter."

Desire's face scrunched, a hand flying to clutch the pearls that appeared around their neck. "Are you insinuating I was heavy?"

"You know what I mean minx." Briar laughed, running her fingers through their soft hair. "You seem happy."

"I am happy," they admitted. "How could I not be when I've captured the strongest, most beautiful and sensual creature in the world?"

Briar's eyes gleamed as she raised her brows. "You never cease to come up with new titles for yourself."

"I was speaking of you my love."

"Oh!" She feigned shock. "Apologies, dearest, you're just so vocal about how magnificent you are."

Desire held her face in their hands and shook their head. "Don't be cruel, my flower."

"To you, never," she answered. "I am glad you are happy, Epithumia. You deserve it."

"I don't."

Briars hand hit their shoulder, such a blow would have probably taken a normal human out, but Desire just chuckled, rubbing the area lightly. "No fussing now. Just enjoy the moment, my enduring heart."

I enjoy every moment with you, they thought to themselves, closing their eyes and quietly wishing this blissfulness could last forever. Then they had been unaware of just how little time was left.

Blood coated the ground below their feet as they moved through the carnage that had consumed the town. Desire was no stranger to such things, war and violence and death, it was all simply part of humanity. They were, however, new to the fear that settled in their gut as they searched for their lover's silhouette in the rising smoke. "Briar!"

A flash of steel caught their eye just in time for them to step back as the blade came sweeping down towards them. Desire sneered at the demon that welded the weapon and dug their fingers,I told its shoulder, throwing it out of the way. "BRIAR!"

They had to find her… Had to get her out of this place. Desire searched for what felt like hours. They fended off every demon that dared cross their path, searching with an ever growing fear. They heard it before they saw it, steel singing as it sailed through the air, but when the spear should have impaled them it didn't. Instead the sharp point dug into Briars back, the sharpened tip of it sticking slightly out of her chest. Harsh garbled breaths escaped her lips… The lips they'd kissed only a mere few hours ago as she fell to her knees in front of Desire.

"There you are…" She whispered with a weak smile. Her hand cupped their cheek, wiping away tears they hadn't even felt. "I've been looking everywhere for you, my golden minx."

"No…" Desire said quietly, as though the word would have the power to undo what had happened. Their hands steady her as she began to falter. "Why did you do that?!"

"I told you… I was willing to die for you," Briar answered, speaking the words she'd once said, back when they were nothing more than two strangers forced together.

Desire clamped their eyes shut, cursing themselves for not telling her of their true nature. For not warning her of the coming danger, but most of all for not letting her go as they knew they should have from the start. "I do not want you to die. Not ever. Not for me."

Briar chuckled softly. "Look at me. Please, my heart."

Their golden eyes stared down at her as the color of her cheeks began to drain, but even now Briar only smiled. "You have been all I could have ever desired, my love, my Epithumia... All I desired."

Desire held her until the very end, guilt and pain and longing consuming them as Death laid a warm and gentle hand on their shoulder. "I am sorry, sibling. I promise to guide her along her coming journey."

"Don't bother," they whispered, stroking her cheek and placing one last kiss on her lips. "She will insist on doing it in her own way." Their eyes looked down at the rose, now consumed with black veins and then they stood, carrying her body away from the wretched blood soaked earth. Desire found the hilltop where they'd met and buried her there beneath the thicket of roses and thorns, the memory all they had left to comfort them.

Her sword kissed their skin as she held it to their neck. All they could do was grin at her. "What have you done to me, witch?"

"Witch?" They mused. "Quite a formidable title to give a stranger."

"You are no mere stranger. I've seen you change faces, heard you speak in different voices… And now this!" She gestured to her arm.

Desire ignored how they filled with pride and longing at the sight of their mark on her. "It looks lovely on you, even if you are being quite unreasonable."

The woman scoffed. "Is it unreasonable to assume you mean to harm me with whatever this is?"

"Yes." They purred. "I would never hurt a creature as beautiful and strong as you."

Her lashes fluttered, a rosey blush rising to her cheeks and neck. She'd not been expecting such a forward response. "If not to harm me then what is it for?"

Desire shrugged a shoulder. "I suppose the most simple answer would be to bind us… You and I."

Her grip on the sword loosened as she took in their words. Desire hit the blade away, driving it into the rose bushes and watched as this woman… Their soul bound regarded them with an impressed look. "Bind us?"

They pulled her sword from the thorny bush. "No more questions, sweet thing." They handed the weapon back to her with a smile.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"You may call me Epithumia." Desire plucked a flower and held it out to her. "For you, my thorny and beautiful Briar."

[elspethdekarios]

I did the WIP folder game last night! In fact, someone asked me about one of my wips so now I'm gonna ask you about one of yours!

"Bath in a fresh stream." It sounds lovely honestly. Full of comfort. I'd love to learn more :)

These games are so fun because it gives us another way to connect and share with each other. 😊 Thanks so much for tagging me 🥰

Ooh I'll have to go look at yours after this!

So the bath in a stream piece takes place in Act 1 right after fighting Ethel. They make camp in a peaceful little spot where the stream makes a bit of a horseshoe shape, and there are enough trees for cover that each of them can bathe in private. Elspeth finishes her bath and sees Gale a little bit away hunched over and gripping his arm. Here's a snippet. Actually this is like 90% of what I have written of it lol:

One by one, they took turns bathing on either side of the bank. Elspeth was disgusting, and more than ready to wash the filth and hag guts from her skin. She gathered her night clothes and spare linens to dry off with before weaving through the small thicket of trees. Undressed, she dipped her foot in the water before stepping in. It was cool, sending a shiver from her toes up to her shoulders, but she stepped further in until the water came up to her waist and she could submerge herself. She plunged her head beneath the water, letting the shock of cold pull her away from reality for a few moments. As she washed her body and rinsed the soap from her hair, she tried her best to push their current predicament from her mind and savor the moment of luxury they’d been lucky enough to find in this place. 

Night was beginning to fall, but between the fire and the bright light from the full moon, it wasn’t dark. It was like a suspended dusk, not quite nighttime, not quite day. Elspeth dried herself off and got dressed, still using the linen to shake her hair dry as she walked back to her tent when a quiet but strenuous breathing caught her attention. It came from the shore at the front of the riverbend. She could make out a spot of purple through the trees. Gale was sitting on a rock, his back to her, hunched over.

Her sandals crunched through the pine needles and coarse sand as she approached, and he turned to see who was there. His face lit up for a fleeting moment when he saw her, but quickly fell somber and… was he blushing?

“Are you alright?” she asked, seeing the concern in his eyes. His hair was wet, pushed back from his face to reveal the orb’s tattoo stretching up his neck.

“Oh, I’m–I’m just–” he sputtered out, flustered at her unexpected visit. “Yes, I’m alright–I’ll be alright.”

There was an uncertainty in his tone, quite different from his usual confidence and optimism. It unsettled her. As she stepped closer to him, she saw that he was tending to an injury on his forearm. He held a soft linen to his arm, a clean bandage sat draped across his knee, ready to be used. 

“Gale, you know I can heal that for you,” she said as she moved to kneel in front of him for a better look. He didn’t move his hand away from the wound.

“Not this one,” he grimaced. “I’ll be fine, Elspeth, I promise. Given my… condition, it’s just a symptom I have to endure.”

She furrowed her brow as he spoke. If his condition had some kind of effect on his ability to be healed, he hadn’t mentioned it before. Why was he being so cryptic?

“Show me.”

“El, really–” he began to protest.

“Do you trust me, Gale?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then trust me now,” she said. “Healing is what I do best. Let me try.”

He locked eyes with her for a moment longer, as if contemplating the extent to which he was willing to be vulnerable with her. 

“Fine,” he conceded. “But it’s not pretty.”

The sight of the wound under his hand made Elspeth gasp, though she tried her best to hide it. The gaping lesion in his flesh wasn’t red and bloody like she expected, but a purple as dark as midnight. When he lifted the linen, thick indigo began to pool in the open center of the wound. It wasn’t fresh–the scar tissue and dark, crusted edges told her that this had been there for a while, not to mention the sickly yellow bruise that surrounded it. 

“Gale,” she managed to say softly. “What in the hells happened?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“The orb did this?”

He nodded. “It is… destroying me. From the inside out.”

“How long have you had this?” she asked.

“Ever since the magical items started losing their effect. It’s as if infused magic isn’t enough anymore. It wants something stronger. It’s feeding on… me.”

“Gale, it’s been a tenday since that last artifact!” she reprimanded. A pressure started to build up in her throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because there’s nothing you can do. And I don’t want you to have yet another problem to worry about.”

“And how do you know there’s nothing I can do?” she asked. “Seen any other clerics about this? Healers? Doctors?”

“No, of course not,” he said. “I think this, like our tadpole problem, is beyond what a cleric or a healer could do. It’s too powerful.”

She took another look at the wound, gently probing the bruised skin around it for signs of infection. It wasn’t hot or swollen. It was just skin that had been ripped open.

“Can I try, at least?” she asked. “Maybe I can’t do anything, as you suspect. But we’ll never know if I don’t try.”

He nodded. “Go on.”

As she hovered her hands over the wound, a vivid turquoise light glowed from her palms. Specks of magic floated through the air like a light snow, stray bits of weave spilling out from the concentration of magic particles infusing into his open flesh. Healing magic emitted a perfect temperature, no matter the situation. It was warm like a soft blanket but somehow icy like chilled metal at the same time. It was odd–but that’s just the nature of magic, she supposed.

When she removed her hands, the gaping, purple crevice was no more than a raised, violet scar.

[mageofseven]

Hi! Could I get a match up please? My name is Pixie and I’m 23. I’m an INFP Pisces, studying for a degree in psychology. I am such a mother hen it’s actually funny, total mom friend. My favourite things to do are read and garden. I’m really warm and oddly bubbly for such an introvert. I am ridiculously chaotic, possibly bc of my adhd lol. I am a bit of a nightmare for flirting, I tend to just flirt with everyone without realising it (that’s if I can be bothered to socialise). I take care of pretty much everyone in my life, friends and family. I’m a bit of a human cat, I love lounging in the sun, naps, time alone and my hair played with. I love your work sm thank u <3

Of course! Let's start with breaking down some of your information~

You're an INFP (like me!), meaning your functions are FiNeSiTe or FiNe for short.

Your primary function is Introverted Feeling, a function that revolves around your own personal morals. If a decision makes you uncomfortable or goes against your own values then it is not one you can make easily.

Your auxiliary function is Extraverted iNtuition. Your Ne supports your Fi by showing you many different possibilities of how things can go or what things to do. This function can also be helpful for creative endeavors.

INFPs are known for being empathetic, generous, open-minded, and idealistic. We are big daydreamers that want the best for others and to create a better world, but often struggle to make any necessary actions. We stick to our conscience and aim to always do what we feel is best. However, we can also be pretty unfocused, unrealistic, and self-critical.

As a pisces, you are very creative, imaginative, and compassionate, but also sensitive to criticism.

So who would fit best with a sensitive, compassionate daydreamer who enjoys psychology, reading, and garden work and has a warm heart ready to take care of others?

Honestly, most of them 😅🤭

There are two Boys that come to mind the most so I will go with both of them~

I pair you with...

Asmo

This man would find you so adorable omg. Your bubbly personality and flirty nature paired with your sensitive side is too irresistible to this man.

I don't see you two sharing many interests (at least based on the info given to me), but your personalities would mesh well together and this man would cling to you with hearts in his eyes hehe 🥰

But also with...

Barbatos

I can see Barb falling for your soft, loving nature. You two feel very yin and yang to me, not in the way that you're both strongly opposites or anything like that, but you both express different energies; a masculine energy (Barb) and a feminine energy (you).

To be even more precise, a fatherly energy and a motherly energy. You both take care of those close you and seem to enjoy the task, even if it's not always the easiest thing to do.

Unlike Asmo, I can see Barb sharing your interests.

Psychology? It's the study of people and this man can read others eerily well so I'd be shocked if he had no interest in it.

Reading? When he can indulge in a small break, certainly.

Gardening? I imagine it's part of his job, but he still enjoys the peacefulness of the activity.

So yeah! Choose your man and live happily hehe 🥰🤭

[cable-knit-sweater]

for the prompt: stucky & 55

Hi anon!! Thank you so much 💕💕💕

#55 is:

And it was hard to pick a lyric, but I went with:

I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping // The way would become clear // I spent all this time // Tryna play nice and fight my way here // See, I've been having me a real hard time // But it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

For a little Wakanda stucky 🥰🥰

The fact is, he didn’t think this moment would come.

Not when he was running around the world, Sam at his six, desperate for every, any lead, that would get him to Bucky. Maybe it didn’t work out the way he’d hoped, in the end, with the Avengers falling apart. Still, he doesn’t have any regrets - he’d do it all over again, if it would lead him here.

Not when he had to leave Bucky in a cryochamber in Wakanda, because he thought it would be better for everyone. He’s not sure he agreed with Bucky there - better for who? Not for Steve, and he doesn’t think better for Bucky either, but he’d promised to always respect Bucky’s choices. Even then, with Bucky already back in his life, he couldn’t let himself hope that this moment would come.

But right now, he’s on his way back from a mission with Nat and Sam, and once he gets there, back home, things will be different. It feels momentous, in so many ways. Finding Bucky was momentous. Getting him back was too. The moment Bucky broke through the last of his trigger words and fell into Steve’s arms, that was momentous. But this? Going home, probably for good…that’s a momentous thing in its own entire category.

Not that those other moments were less momentous - but those were moments he felt like he couldn’t breathe, feeling shock or relief or guilt or worry or pain. But this one? This moment is filled with joy and excitement. He can’t bring himself to feel any guilt over putting down the shield once and for all. He’s fought enough, and the shield will be in Sam’s strong, capable hands, after all.

And Steve, Steve’s going home to the love of his life, and not leaving his side for the rest of his life. When he steps off the quinjet, taking in the Wakanda air, he feels like he can finally breathe.

That’s until his eyes fall on Bucky’s face. He’s waiting there on the landing platform. His hair is longer, half up and half down, and his eyes are crinkling at the corners, his face lighting up when he sees Steve. He looks beautiful, at peace, happy. Steve loses his breath at the sight of him. He doesn’t mind this kind of breathlessness.

[theharrowing]

ITS YOHR BIRTHDAY???

Omg ive been so MIA here I didn’t even get to wish you on time😭😭😭😭

AHHHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE. I hope you’re having (have had?? Idk the time difference😭) an amazing day, just like you. I hope this year brings you all the happiness, health, peace of mind and literally EVERYTHING you wish for and more.

You’re hands down one of the nicest and kindest people I’ve met on this bird app. And I’m forever grateful that we came across each others under that one post💜💜💜

I love you so much. I hope you’re enjoying your day with loved ones or alone as long as you’re enjoying it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN AND I HOPE YOU GET TO DREAM ABOUT BLACK HAIR YOONGI TONIGHT 🥵🥵🥵

MY JAZZZZ!!! 😍💜

i was born at 5:50 AM, so i think your message did get to me on time hahaha. BUT I LOVE A WELL WISH NO MATTER WHAT. 💜😍 it's never too late to make me sob while i stare at my screen.

i'm so glad that we met!!! chatting with you and screaming over Yoongi (and Namjoon) has been so much fun and i look forward to so much more!!! 🥳 let's do our best to stay happy and healthy this year, and dream of black hair Yoongi always!!!

I LOVE YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💜😍💓🍰🎈🤸‍♀️💘🥰💐💫😰💖🌹